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Post by 3personal5me on Sept 13, 2019 8:16:19 GMT
Karas glaive sliced through the spear-man's chest, opening a deep gash running from left shoulder to right hip. He staggered, blood pouring from the wound. He shook his head, trying to fight the pain, trying to-
The butt of Karas glaive crushed the spear-man's skull, killing him instantly.
The leader was outnumbered, and barely standing. He had no choice; he had to call his boss.
Doing his best to defend himself with his mace, he used his other hand to retrieve a stone from his pocket. It was engraved with arcane symbols, which began to glow with a blue light as he held it close to his mouth. "Adventurers in Pickens Square! Need heavy reinforcements!" The light dimmed, before growing bright again as a voice replied.
"Reinforcements in five. Fight to your last, or don't bother coming back". The light dimmed again, then died. He grit his teeth, and nod.
(S2 KILLED) (L used SENDING STONE) (L called for REINFORCEMENTS)
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Post by sojourn on Sept 19, 2019 14:13:10 GMT
T he tiefling had perhaps made some assumptions about the level of prowess of the insolent group of discontents who'd dared to raise their complaints through violence, but, for the most part, it seemed as though the now mostly bleeding or dying fools' leader was really the only threat. Or, perhaps he'd just made some assumptions about his own strength in comparison to the hefty bulk of their still-standing opponent.
Even the man's dogs, however, stood little chance against Elias' fiendishly cold gift of protection, and while he wasn't one to take pleasure in the murder of animals on a regular basis, any well-trained cur with the nerve to bite him surely deserved a frigid death. Winking at the other tiefling at her compliment, the blue-skinned blacksmith swung again for the leader as he had the nerve to call for reinforcements,
"How long do you think the City Watch will tolerate your fool's errand?" Growled the once-noble, greatsword hefted in hopes of finding a decent vulnerable spot in the other man's armor, "If you don't meet your end by our hands, it won't be any more pleasant to face the justice of the Masked Lords for your slander."
Attack: Wfgcog3n1d20+4
Damage, if its: 2d6+2
If he hits, Elias will use Menacing Attack. The ;eader must make a Wisdom Save or be Frightened until the end of Elias' next turn.
Superiority Dice Bonus Damage: 1d8
Movement: N/A Action: Swinging for the Leader. If it hits, I am spending a Superiority Dice to use Menacing Attack.
HP: 31 / 28 AC: 17 (Chain Mail, Defensive Fighting Style)
Armor of Agathys active (+10 temp HP, 10 cold damage to anyone who successfully hits Elias with a melee attack.)
Superiority Dice: 2d8 if hit, 3d8 if miss
Second Wind, Action Surge still available.
1d20+4·2d6+2·1d8
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Post by sojourn on Sept 19, 2019 14:14:25 GMT
Critical Hit Additional Damage: A9NN16Ac2d62d6
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Post by 3personal5me on Sept 19, 2019 19:11:29 GMT
The great sword cleaved through the thick leather protecting the mans shoulder. The blade bit deep, battering its way through collar bone and ribs, before coming to a stop some where in the opposite lung. He gurgled, thick crimson dripping from his lip as he attempted a scream. His lips moved silently, eyes growing dull until he was still.
The silence echoed through the square. The sounds of the city were distant; people shouting, screaming, and distant combat. The relative silence was broken by the sounds of rapidly approaching footsteps, seemingly emanating from above. A wood-elf leaped from a rooftop, dropping the dozen or so feet to the cobblestone ground, and landed with a smooth roll before popping to her feet, her hair ruffled from the ordeal. She wore light leather armor, paired with the signature garb of the City Watch. She was a runner; recon and communications agents, valued for their ability to move about the city quickly.
Her green eyes drank in the scene around her as she absentmindedly tried to tame her auburn hair. "Well... you did better than a lot of the city..." She snapped back to attention, turning her gaze to the adventurers who had just dispatched of the leader. "The whole ward is getting hit. City Watch is scrambling to control it, and we got word that adventurers were in the area, and fighting back. I'm guessing that's you guys."
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Post by Jarovbees on Sept 19, 2019 19:49:16 GMT
Warden took advantage of the (temporary) cease in hostilities to close the wound inflicted on her with some divine aid, straightening as the pain eased. She looked over to Elias and was about to say something when the uniformed elf appeared, frowning at the news delivered. Criminal activity had always existed, of course, but this wasn't Baldur's Gate, after all. Such a widespread attack was unusual, outside maybe the Field Ward where anything good or bad (usually bad) was possible.
"About damn time. We did what we could, but it wasn't enough. Several bystanders escaped, but if it's that bad, I don't know that their luck will hold. If we don't get it together and nail these bastards, there will be more of what you see around here." That sounded harsher than she meant to someone who was probably just trying their best, but within Warden's line of sight lay a few people who she was unable to reach in time, and she blamed herself and much as she blamed the Watch for not showing up fast enough. There was a plenty of blame to go around. Clenching her jaw, the tiefling slid her gaze away from the corpses and told herself there would be a time and place to unleash her temper, probably soon.
She then glanced around to see who else needs healing, before more trouble came.
Lay on Hands pool: 13/20 HP: 36/36
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Post by moralhazard on Sept 22, 2019 1:11:45 GMT
Kara lowered her glaive, gauntleted hands clenched tight still on the shaft. She felt the effortless focus of battle ease away, slowly; the world seemed to seep back in. She straightened up; the wound she had taken was no worse than a bruise, and the dull throbbing of it was hardly noticeable. Kara exhaled, slowly and steadily. She nodded once to the tiefling whose aid she had come to, whose blow had felled the leader of this little group, and then turned to Warden and nodded, more deeply, greeting her sometimes-student and sometimes-sparring partner. Kara glanced at the City Watch runner who had found them. She glanced away again, turning back towards Dhaunmyr, and signaled to him to join them, her jaw tight. “Reinforcements coming,” Kara said, her jaw clenching. She spat once onto the ground, and glanced around again, checking for any remaining civilians who might need cover. She looked at the corpses as well, and tightened her hands on the shaft of the glaive once more. After, Kara promised herself; after this was over, they would go through the bodies properly, that the families of those killed might have some peace. After.
HP: 91/93 Rages: 3/4 remaining
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Post by enchilada on Sept 28, 2019 23:10:54 GMT
The battle faded. It gave time for Dhaunmyr to think, which was not something that he desired by any means. He stared at the weapon in his hands, then dropped it to stare at what he was really afraid of, the hands themselves.
Surface level scars, but scars all the same, picked at and widened, outlined by nails tracing the lines, becoming scabs, or just deep pink lines. It was ugly, and hardly in his nature, of course, but the way his whole body had been on fire absolutely could not leave him to forget how his hands had been. Not on fire, just hot. Very very hot. He couldn’t understand why it had happened, Dhaunmyr should have laughed and walked away. It couldn’t have been serious.
He could throw anything away. Except scars that were so obvious and center-stage. Maybe rings and polish and gloves and big long sleeves could distract. But bandages were suspect.
Dhaunmyr didn’t even see Kara motion to him, he spent his time staring and thinking, what ifs, why, how — everything. He jumped, like his bow had just hit the floor, and reached to snatch it up. It wasn’t elegant or poised, just quick, grab, up, and clutched to his chest like a floating barrel in a stormy sea. Not that he knew anything about water, or boats. But he could imagine. The image was more pleasant. And it was cold. And wet. And not on fire.
His feet scraped the floor, staring at the source of the friction, the noise he could feel. All he could understand. If he was near Kara maybe it would be okay. She was a calm kind of person, which made her calming, and that was what he needed. Dhaunmyr didn’t hear what she said, but he felt the need to nod. There were words and she needed a response. It was rude otherwise. Usually when he was nervous he’d talk lots. Maybe he wasn’t nervous. Was he even there anymore?
“Shooting? Again?”
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Post by sojourn on Oct 22, 2019 15:42:28 GMT
E lias felt as though he was just getting started, as if his whole body had finally found its place in combat, full of threat and honor and adrenaline. Bearing his fangs at the rabble-rouser's leader, he'd perhaps not at all expected to drop the bastard there on the spot with a well-timed slash of his greatsword, but the blacksmith was well-trained, after all. No expense had been spared in his education, and when he felt the other man's body fall slack against his blade and crumple to the cobblestones, Elias grunted in satisfaction.
Still tense and ready, a mailed foot rolled the man over and the tiefling would have wiped his blade on the corpse had his silver gaze not caught more movement at the edges of his vision. The familiar uniform of the City Guard was really all that saved the woman from retaliation for the surprise, and the tall tiefling visibly relaxed once she spoke.
His lips curled in judgment at her admission, however, and he huffed dark curls from his face, "Adventurers? Please. Some of us are proud natives, thank you, ma'am. Anything to keep my fair home from such blemished warts as this one is fair service on my part. There are more, then?"
Elias was still aglow in blue, icy light and he looked over at the others who had offered their aid instead of running away like cowards. The other tiefling was familiar at least and she received a smile first, but he nodded at the shorter, dark-haired human and her well-crafted glaive, his appraising look lingering over it in curiosity before he also glanced toward the drow and their bow. The elf looked the most flustered, and he couldn't tell if his words were spoken in eagerness or apprehension.
Turning back to the City Watchwoman, he shrugged his shoulders, "I'm unharmed and prepared to be of further service. Where is there most need?" Whether anyone else felt the same, it wasn't his place to judge them. They'd done what they could here, but since they'd worked well enough together, he certainly wouldn't complain if his brave offer stirred them to come along.
HP: 31 / 28 AC: 17 (Chain Mail, Defensive Fighting Style)
Armor of Agathys active (+10 temp HP, 10 cold damage to anyone who successfully hits Elias with a melee attack.)
Superiority Dice: 3d8
Second Wind, Action Surge still available.
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Post by 3personal5me on Nov 1, 2019 0:10:09 GMT
"Reinforcements? Not good". She chewed her lip in thought for a second. "We don't have any men to spare. When we heard citizens were revisiting, we were hoping you could help us". She sounded almost embarrassed to admit the fact, avoiding meeting anyones gaze. "If they send more here, and you aren't here to meet them, there won't be anyone to stop them". she tightened her belt, ready to run again. "I have more work to do. I trust you will do the right thing". She took off at a full sprint, moving surprisingly fast for her short stature. Hurdling over an overturned barrel, she was quickly around the corner and out of sight.
(Reinforcements are coming, but from where? You'll have about ten minutes to prepare for whatever comes next)
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Post by Jarovbees on Nov 1, 2019 0:59:22 GMT
"I was going to do it anyway, I don't need to be told...." Warden muttered that to herself as the wood elf ran off, glanced to the others, shrugging. She wasn't going anywhere, at least not while there was a fighting chance, and there was nothing left for her to do but wait along with them. Gripping her glaive, she kept a careful eye out for any sign of their run, not wanting to be caught off-guard if it could at all be helped. moralhazard
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Post by moralhazard on Nov 1, 2019 1:19:51 GMT
Kara turned to Dhaunmyr, and looked at him, frowning heavily. She shifted her glaive to one hand, and reached out with the other, and set it firmly on Dhaunmyr's arm; she squeezed, very lightly, not hard enough to hurt, and nodded, slowly, something like an answer to his question.
It did not occur to Kara to ask if he wanted to leave; it didn't occur to her that any of them might. She pulled her hand away from Dhaunmyr's arm slowly, when she felt that it did no more good to hold on, and joined Warden in keeping a watch around them, both hands finding the polished wooden shaft of her glaive once more.
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Post by enchilada on Nov 4, 2019 18:19:28 GMT
Dhaunmyr pressed his free fist to his mouth, nodding. He wasn’t sure if any of that comforted him, but he tried to keep it in his mind like it did, like a good warmth came from Kara, not heat, but something less tangible. He could believe that. “Alright. Anything you want me to do? Or will you tell me when they come again?” Dhaunmyr sounded more confident, it wasn’t much, but it was enough. He wasn’t confident enough about what was going to happen. Sure, he had some skill, but not much experience, and certainly no understanding about how to read these kinds of situations. Kara must have had plenty of experience and knowledge, and he trusted her guidance and judgement, even if she didn’t.
If only he wasn’t kept back by his matron. Dhaunmyr had been ready to be one of those venturing out, near the front, the ones who get torn down to protect the rest of the squad, maybe he’d know a bit more. Then again, he’d probably be dead before he hit thirty, but that wasn’t the point. Dwelling on the past for a brief second reinforced how protected he had been compared to so many others, and how, that standing in headache inducing bright light, and waiting for a group of Eilistraee only knows how many hostile people to pounce, he was more protected, safer.
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