Big Dread

Get Rich Quick: A 21st Century Heisting RP- Reposted

Count me in. Let's heist some heists. Going to get our lack of muscle taken care of. Get all the blast'em ups handled.

D&D 5e - The Lost Lands

Haemar stood after dusting himself off and recovering his blade. He had not placed the weapon back into its scabbard yet and instead was holding it by the blade in his right hand while seeming to stare off into the distance. His mind was occupied with the events they had just experienced. The end of the battle and the following fall through what seemed like an eternal tranistion between there and where ever here happened to be. He had experienced arcane travel before during his life and nothing was like what he and his companions had just gone through. Something was amiss.

His golden eyes flicked to the side as Thea mentioned the last blow she took and Wick replied in kind to her. The two of them had certainly seen the worst of the fight that was certain. He had been struck numerous times but the foes he had face were of little threat to either himself or any of his companions. Haemar produced a small handkerchief of silk and ran it along the gently tapered blade of his old sword, clearing the dirt and oils from the blade with care. As he did so he stepped over and stood above Wick, looking down at the map she had crafted. It was a fine illusion that gave them some semblance of where they might He let out a soft humming noise as he looked to the side to where he could see Caesar making his way from the center of the lake he had the misfortune of falling into. The air here seemed as though it would be very cold and yet he felt no bite or claw of the promised cold. The wizard wondered if perhaps the former captain would be feeling the same. If he were, that could mean something far greater was at work in this place.

"Of course sister Wick." Haemar replied in Elven as he return his grandfather's steel to its place at his hip. "I am always happy to share what I know with anyone in need. We need to all be as prepared as possible for whatever comes for us next." he turned his gaze from the swimming sailor to Wick, "I suspect, though perhaps obvious, we have been transported to somewhere far indeed. I have never experienced magical travel in such a way before. Though..." he paused and looked about at the serene biome they found themselves in, "... It is hard to believe the world was devoured by that terrible force if such a place as this still exists." he said before pulling his hand up to his chin and resting it there, considering exactly what might have happened to them. Had they been successful? They certainly slew the giant beast that had threatened them but after that it all seemed to fall into abyss. Had they truly failed in their mission? Was this some kind of cruel illusion placed before them by the forces of Darkness?

Regardless, the right had been real enough. He turned to face his other companions. They all seemed to be in good enough health. Strange. He decided best to probe into this a bit more, "Thea," he began, switching back to common but not seeming to look directly at his old friend, still very much considering the answer she would give and what it might mean for them, "Do you have any pains from the battle we had fought in? I saw you take a powerful blow near the end and now you seem mostly fine. Did you heal yourself when we landed? I did not see you do so but I know your methods can be quite subtle when they do not involve slicing things in twain with that beast of a sword." he said with a small twist of his mouth in an amused smirk and gesturing to the powerful greatsword she carried.

Mechanics

Haemar is trying to think of exactly what kind of magic might have been used to teleport them to such a place. He rolls Arcana with a roll of 12.

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D&D 5e - High Seas and Tall Tales

Calico Remes

D&D 5e - The Lost Lands

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Awareness int he heat of combat is a strange thing. Often enough you can overlook something very easily. The small details seeming to vanish into the horizon while the greater issues at hand become focused as through a lens. As the creatures he was standing against struck forward and fell dead as payment for their aggression, Haemar, saw the shifting tides of the battle. His comrades were doing their best to fell the oily giant but were being harried by the smaller beasts. It would be his work to act as a shield for them against these horrors. This was a task he took seriously and with a great deal of satisfaction in his craft. In order to keep them as safe as possible though he might have to place them in some danger. Someone who might have been his former mentor in another life, Wick, had fallen and was being leered down at by the fetid host of onyx creatures. Her position on the ground could give her the best chance to avoid any serious harm while the clumped up nature of the beasts would make them easy prey. The Abjurer made up his mind with bittersweet resolve.

As his system of movement took another turn and parried a set of incoming claws, Haemar suddenly dashed to his left and then upwards toward the Theodore. He paid no heed to the claws that might have found him. His Ward still held and they would be jumping at him in desperation as he left them behind. His feet ate up the short distance to the Templar. Haemar stopped at the man's left with the vanishing edge of the steps to his own left side. "Two behind, I will deal with them shortly." he informed Theodore in what might have been a comically flat and calm tone if the Ranger were not used to the lack of emotion the Eladrin showed when violence was the course. "First though..." he began and sketched a quick and marvelous symbol in the air before him with his left hand. The motion of his hand and the soft spoken words of power from his lips left a cold blue sigil in the empty air before his face. In the center of the sigil looked like what might have been sights, locked on the back of the central small shadow looming over Wick. When his spell struck true it would explode and rain cold death down on two other beasts, leaving Wick free of their designs. That was, of course, if all went well and she was not consumed in the blast herself. He gave her as much warning as he could, "Wick! Shield up sister!" as the spell finished and flared to life sending a sharp spearhead of ice at the back of the central shadow.

Whatever warning he had given her was hardly needed. His haste and trying to warn her had made them spell compromised. His father had always warned him about exactly that. He would focus too much on the effects of the spell and how it might harm those around it. If he had just imposed his will on the situation and let whatever pieces fall he would have managed to save Wick from whatever fate might befall her. Now, he had perhaps only succeeded in getting the little beasts attention. If he had, he would count that as a success.

The spell flew wild and did not strike his intended target. The projectile flew high and right, exploding just over the right shoulder of the creature. The spell was not as stable as it normally would be and showered the three creatures and Wick in a small rain of freezing shrapnel. At the very least, he knew she would likely not be harmed much by the attack. Small blessings.

Mechanics

Haemar ran up and just off to Theodore's left side by the edge of the stairs provoking two attacks of opportunity from the shadows he was fighting with.

After he arrived there he used the Ice Knife spell targeting the shadow that would allow the spells secondary explosion to strike the other shadow adjacent to Wick and one of the shadows adjacent to Caesar. The initial attack missed the target at a roll of 7. The explosion take place regardless of the spell missing it's original target for 3 cold damage. The creates caught in the blast and Wick make a Dex save for half damage. DC 13. Haemar was hoping that Wick's prone position and him forewarning her might help her make this save.

D&D 5e - High Seas and Tall Tales

Yeearrrr! I say it to all yer rules cap'n. Ne'er y'see a dog as compatible as I!

D&D 5e - The Lost Lands

The shadows gather about the light. Flames flicker and dance in the growing gloom. Claws, bodies, and cold surrounded the wizard and dove in to tear him to pieces. They were always like this, skittering and weak. Preferring to swam and tear as opposed to rely on their own strength. Of course, this made perfect sense. The beast were small and weak unlike the foe they faced. They had no training or much in the way of tactics; unlike the bound group who faced them. They would gather and be banished by the Light as all Darkness was.

Haemar played his part of the flickering candle. His ally called out to him asking if he needed aid; thoughtful yet unnecessary. That thought might have been bravado from the minds of most people but the Abjurer was not most people. He had been facing these beasts for a short time and the most they had managed to do was skitter claws off the wards of his magic. He would have them break themselves against him in short order. "Fell the giant!" Haemar called over the din of the tiny creatures around him, "I shall have these!" his last statement was punctuated by a quick sweeping parry that brought the claws of one of the beasts away from his body.

Once the first proper parry was delivered the blade was in motion and so was Haemar. His mind turned to a razor's edge and his body adopted the muscle memory of decades of training. His feet set wide and moving in graceful turning circles as his facing changed over and over, facing each of the beasts in turn. As he turned his blade twisted and slashed, offending any and all parties that would dare to draw near. He felt his blood and his grandfather's steel sing as he let out a shouted incantation and worked the delicate motions needed for the spell to take effect. Even in stress his practice was what saved him. As he completed the words of power his body hissed with power and his eyes burned with golden radiant light. He would see them break on his shores.

He quickly placed his left hand on the hilt of his sword as well and increased the speed of his turning and swings. The blade hummed through the air, audible over the chittering mass of shadows about him. The sudden and wide strokes of the blade wove a curtain of razor sharp steel around him as he fended off attack after attack. They would strike him soon, yes. Of course, that was exactly what he wanted. When their foul fingers dared offend his personage they would feel the sting of righteousness and be sent back to the pit.

Mechanics

Haemar does not move. He only casts the Illuminating Shroud Spell on himself and prepares for the onslaught of the Shadows. Casting this Abjuration Spell charges his Arcane Ward by 2 HP moving it's HP from 3 to 5. As well as adding 5 Temporary HP from Illuminating Shroud.

D&D 5e - The Lost Lands

It is a sphere of annihilation. The thought flew through Haemar's mind. A lightning bolt striking the very core of his being. It was truly terrible. He had some experience with objects of this nature but none of this magnitude. None had ever been powerful enough to tear what seemed to be the very fabric of reality to shreds. It was despair. The High Elf wondered if this was even a force which could be fought. How did one try to stop a sphere of annihilation that large and powerful? How did you get close enough to it in order to reverse its arcane focus? Did it even have one? Now was the worst time to doubt and wonder though. Now was the time for action.

As the massive beast appeared not far from them; slowing congealing like so much tar, Haemar turned his mind to the task at hand. He could not let the dull throbbing of fear and doubt dull him. He would need to be razor sharp to solve the puzzle of this orb and the guardian it had sent against them. His hand crossed his body and gripped the hilt of his grandfather's longsword. The etched steel hissed from its scabbard making a light ringing sound as the blade touched the brass mouth. As the blade cleared the scabbard Haemar grit his teeth together, producing a grinding sound only he could hear. With his senses and blood heated the previously invisible mage armor he had cast over him sprang to life. The armor that he had set on himself earlier flared into sight coursing with azure arcs of arcane energy in the shape of what appeared to be ghostly plate armor.

The shadows manifested before them as the beast before them let out something that might have been a laugh; if such creatures could feel any mirth. The abujurer did not let the beast finish bringing itself entirely into this world before he started to act. Words of arcane power hissed past his lips as his left hand swept over the blade of his sword. The runes on the blade sprang to life with blinding white energy that quickly wrapped the blade of the weapon and Haemar in crackling electricity. As the beast gained its shape before him he struck out. Haemar drove the point of his weapon forward and as it made contact with the small beast's face the electric energy surged along the blade and into the beast; sending it hurling backward in a hundred streaming tendrils of black smoke.

As the beast evaporated the hiss of a bolt flew past his head and exploded into a deadly shower of thorns, felling two of the beasts. Three down as quickly as they had appeared. Good. This could be done. Hope was not lost. Theodore was quite the skilled fellow when it came to those bolts and how he put them to use. There was not a better group to be at the edge of destruction with. The Templar did have a good point. The way needed to be cleared. Without another thought, Haemar set off. Dashing forward toward the group that Theodore had already softened up. The other's would need to clear the few that had been formed right next to them, he would get to work on these abominations. As he ran forward he knew the creature before Thea might get a swipe at him but there was little time to worry about preserving a small bit of blood when all the world was on the line. His foe tried to slash out at him was easily rebuffed by his magically shielded body. Claws leaving little streaks in the glowing runes before fading away as if it never happened.

Haemar came to a halt in time of the foot from the nearest of the group blocking their passage, just as any good fencer would. He fell into a defensive stance with his blade out before him pointing a promised obliteration at the nearest of the remaining trio. His left hand was held just over the crook of his right elbow, arm crossed over his chest. The fingers were loose and trained. He was ready to turn their blows with either blade or the power of the arcane. Adversity always made the young Eladrin feel steady and focused. He would not be caught off guard when all the world relied on him and his friends.

Mechanics

As the shadows appeared before the group Haemar used Shocking grasp, channeling the spell through his weapon and rolling a 25. The spell dealt 8 damage to the shadow creature.

With the way cleared for him to move to the group blocking their way he moved forward to five feet from the nearest enemy in the remaining group of three creatures. If his path would take him within reach of the creature by Thea he suffers an attack of opportunity. The attacks is not true.

Standing before the group Haemar is prepared to use Shield should one of his foes be able to best his normal defenses. This would boost his AC by +5 making it 20. This is only done if he would be struck by an incoming blow. If this is done it willa ctivate his Arcane Ward ability giving him a shield with 7 HP.

D&D 5e - The Lost Lands

I'll go ahead and throw my sheet here so people can see it. https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1200754

DnD 5e - Beginner's Game

Time is a funny thing. Sometimes you just seem to be chugging right along and all of a sudden time flies right by you and here you are in some place you barely understand. Sometimes time is slow and crawling by, never paying your mind the time of day. Other times it rushes forward and leaves you behind having no idea what has come or gone from the world. Harriet was never known to be a particularly deep thinker. She preferred to keep things simple and even better if you could point a gun at the whole thing. So, when time seemed to pass her by, dragging her along in its slip stream she did not contemplate it. She mere walked on, listening rather than talking and smiling and nodding rather than contributing.

This all changed though once things were starting to get really serious and proper confusing. The dynamic of the group was still somewhat in flux and Paws had stuck around with them, at least for now. That was good. He had airs about him but he wasn't bad. His airs were different from the kinds Sparky liked to throw around too. Those were all kinds of regal and listen to me because I was born a lizard. The druid seemed more like he just was better or more informed because he was a cat man. It was a natural thing. In the end there really were just a bunch of folks with more bluster for their sails then maybe they had earned. It didn't matter much though, they all knew what the stakes were and were on the same side. Even if that side was still a little unclear.

The matter at hand though was what in the hell did you do with these odd folks they had fallen in with? They seemed nice enough once you got past the mud-man vibe they gave off. At the very least they seemed to work more on the idea of community rather than give in to the rat-race Harriet had seen all too many city dwellers give in to. They worked together and even made sure the guests had first dibs when it came to their magic fruit. Not bad folk at all.

No one was waiting on Harriet who popped the berry into her mouth as soon as she was given it and ate quickly. In a house of many children you often learned to eat as quick as you could to make sure no one ese got the idea to try and snatch your food. Then the old timer wanted to lighten the mood. Harriet grinned before she wiped her mouth with the back of her and cleared her throat. Well, boy-howdy, if they wanted a tale, they'd get one.

"Welp," Harriet began, sending a sidelong glance to ole Sparky before she began in earnest. Her light brown eyes held a gleam both he and Ravenwinter would recognize anywhere. It was the glint that said, 'I'm about to do something that is going to make you want to smack me'. Knowing Harriet was often like keeping a poisonous snake as a pet. Sure, everyone thought it was great and might keep robbers at bay but there was always the chance it would bite you too. "I come from a lil' town by th'name o'Tull. Not too much removed from what ya got 'round 'ere." Harriet looked about and frown for a second before her lips pulled back into her usual smirk, " 'side from th'fact we 'ad wooden floors, roofs, and walls. Other'n'that, close enough. 'Ad lots of trees and th' like all 'round. One day, when I's just a whip of a lass, I's walkin' 'bout in th' woods as you do. I 'ave a stick in m'and and I'm swingin' it about play fightin' every wash and willow, ya ken?" she waved her hand back and forth mimicking herself as a young girl swatting bushes and trees with her pantomimed stick.

"S'anyway, I smash through a brush patch, jumping forth o'er a little brook, and, I lands right next to somethin' I ain't ne'er seen a'fore." Harriet paused and pointed back to Draj with her thumb, " 'ere's this massive blue scaled daggermouth with 'is trousers 'round 'is ankles lookin' 'bout for something to get the leeches off 'is scaley rump." Her hand slapped loudly into her own backside to emphasize exactly where these leeches might have been. "S'I points to the leeches and give th'ole fella a big smile as I see e's got a toy sword of 'is own hangin' out fer all to see. Them I says to 'im, 'Ey there fella, I ne'er saw a leech as big as the one ya got between yer legs there." Harriet gave Draj another glance and a wink before she deftly stepped to the side, outside of his easy reach, "He looks up to me, all huffy like, and says 'That is nawt a leech!' Gave me a proper scowl 'fore he realized what I's talkin' 'bout. Then, I tell ye true, 'is face manages t'turn a shade'o'purple you'd not think possible on a face like 'is!" Harriet burst out laughing suddenly as the story ended, hopefully managing the same response from her companions and the audiance they were supposed to be speaking to.

D&D 5e - The Lost Lands

@Gordian Nought I am pretty sure Z-Lady is gonna be rolling up some kind of swagtastic paladin of great awesomeness!