Hekazu

D&D 5e - The Lost Lands

Theodore had surveyed the room where the four men had done battle against the four spirits... and there had been that one spirit as well, but it was different from the rest. Something told him Birbin might have had their hands in the game. The Scourge Aasimar began sliding his blade back into its scabbard as he heard footsteps approaching from the stairway. It was only friendlies that way, but he still turned to confirm, only finishing setting his blade away once he indeed confirmed the friendly faces of the hyperactive feline and her more collected scholar friend. Oddly enough, Katia seemed just as calm as Wick for once. She had shown surprising amounts of that quality as of late.

While Wick spoke, Theodore snapped shut his bolt case and placed his mask back onto his face. He finished this automatic process once she let out the final syllables and was even about to answer when Katia took the stage with her tongue. Theodore nodded at her words and turned to the three that had ran in before anyone else: "I applaud your sense of duty, but I do distinctively remember saying rushing would not be the smartest of ideas. Luckily you were not too deep when the troubles began... and equally lucky was that nobody got seriously hurt. At least we benefited some from the risk." He would not need say more. He had already spoken his mind and Katia had reminded them of it. But as had been taught to him, start with positives, fill in the negatives, end with positives.

He glanced towards the stairs, though nobody would see the curious look in his eyes through the mask. "Do you think the other two would be heading down on their own, or shall I go fetch them?" he asked, ever ready to do the legwork required. Anything to further the cause of the Kingdom of Light. Except rushing headlong to unknown territory. That was just silly.

The Elder Scrolls: Swords & Septims

To my knowledge, Vensor remains close to the back ranks. How many of the opposing "little" draugr have gathered in the immediate vicinity?

Skulduggery Pleasant: Hell or High Water

Skullduggery Pleasant, hmm? Interesting. I would have one character, but he is much more of a modern day person. Nonetheless, you have my interest.

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

The man who stumbled in did not exactly convince the guard captain, but it seemed he had chosen a well worded ruse for themselves. Whether it was through sheer luck or careful background research, the she did not immediately oust him, but simply raised an eyebrow at the unsure claim of the man. "Really now? I thought that was only later in the day. Nonetheless, they can wait until I've finished dealing with this group, so run along now", she ordered, dismissing the lowly messenger.

It was then that the green fellow spoke up and the guard captain got to listen to his story. It, by all accounts, made sense. With the exception of the old man turning to a bear and back to serve as a mount for some barbarian and then walking into the camp still as a bear, but senility came in many forms. She shook her head and released her two handed grip on the spear. "That has got to be the most absurd story I have yet had the privilege of hearing in this job, but devout followers come in many forms. Praise Tiamat's glory", she answered, the final words repeated with a surprising lack of enthusiasm.

The man that had ran off returned with a set of shackles for the new prisoner. "Ah, here we are. If you would hold your catch for a moment longer so that we can get him fitted, that would be the end of your need to be looking after them. I'll see to you getting your reward for bringing in someone who seems quite capable, but that shall depend on how he performs. So, who are you people? Morndath is your boss, right? I don't remember seeing you around before", she kept up sort of a conversation as her assistant moved in to secure Brannor.

@The Harbinger of Ferocity@Gordian Nought@Lucius Cypher@Ryonara@Irredeemable

D&D 5e - The Lost Lands

The battle was nearing its end, Theodore could see clearly what these phantoms were made of. He knew that he was a more accurate shot than what he was as a swordsman, but with the conglomeration of people around the remaining phantom, he could not take the risk of hitting an ally with a shot rebounding from the wall. He slung the carrying strap of his crossbow over his shoulder and ran in, drawing one of his two shortswords. He would not have time to don them both, but he was competent enough with just one as well.

Or that was what he hoped for at least. The blade struck against the armour of the ghastly creature, the templar doing his best to drive it where his divine insight suggested he do. The challenge was real, but if he only could puncture the surface, he knew this would be it. These creatures did not seem to be of the most durable sort, they were only hard to harm. And he swore to Light, he was doing his darnedest to drive this strike through.

Mechanics&Rolls

Theodore abandons using his crossbow for the time being and rushes in with one of his two shortswords. The attack roll totals 16, which I am afraid may not be quite enough. Nonetheless, if the attack is to hit, it will deal 12 damage. Do forgive me for forgetting to include the Slayer's Eye bonus in the first roll, so I had to combine them later.

HP: 35/35 AC: 16 Concentrating: Nothing
Radiant Consumption: Available
Slayer's Eye: On the Crypt Guardian closest to him, next to Valmjr.
War Priest: 0/2 uses expended

Spells expended:
1/1 Free Unique
2/3 1st

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D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

The Bard led the group on an approach towards the area where quite a few prisoners were being used to look after the pack animals of the cult's small army. While there were less people around these parts and almost no kobolds, the few that stayed around seemed quite vigilant. Of course the prisoners were only looking out for the guards so they would not get attacked or something, but the glint in the eyes of the well armed cult members showed that the approach of the troupe had not gone unnoticed. One of the guards straightened her back and raised her spear's end from the soil. "A new catch, hm? Had not expected those to be coming in any longer, but we can look into it for certain. Hold him there for a hot second and we'll get the chains", she promised, nodding towards an evidently lower ranking man nearby who dashed off.

Unfortunately as well as this seemed to be going, the Druid's magic would run out at a very inopportune moment. As the bear suddenly disappeared, and Orchid fell downwards, the guard raised her eyebrow. "Hm? What was that?" she asked, looking awfully suspicious. It would be for the best to figure out a solid explanation in a real hurry, before she called more attention to it. Luckily she had not seen the whole ordeal, only the fact that the Half-Orc had suddenly tumbled downwards and that an old man showed his face soon after. Yet her both hands were now on the handle of her spear. She was ready.

Mechanics&Rolls

The interaction between Parum, Brannor and the apparent guard captain has been interrupted by the unscheduled Wild Shape reversion of Torus. As is rather obvious, an open fight would not turn out well in this camp, not with the numbers being so heavily skewed for the cult's favour.
@Irredeemable should aim to get a post in as soon as possible. Maybe they could even help with this mess, no? Because if I am to take the current display of activity for the norm, it could be better. Really.

@The Harbinger of Ferocity@Gordian Nought@Lucius Cypher@Ryonara@Irredeemable

The Magical Planet - Ecetopia - Open

Grug nodded once more, his eyes giving off a more lively expression than in the light of day. For once he did not have to squint and the stereotypically red irises of his could be seen shining in the moon's glow. The elf had not been interested in providing them with her opinion, so he took it as an 'anything goes', much like his. "Then it is settled. Let us move this thing out of the way... could either of you take care of the horse after that? Wouldn't be right to keep the animal chained to the front after all..." he requested, knowing he would not be up to the task.

It wasn't that difficult to move the wagon away, the horse could easily manage. What was more difficult to find was a clearing in the side of the path that could accommodate for it, but with his night-sight it was rather a non-issue. He smiled when he noted that there was still something he could count on left in his physical form as he steered the horse to pull the wagon to the spot. Getting out might require more effort, but that could always be solved. Now the sooner they got to rest, the more sleep they could get.

If there were watches to be assigned, Grug offered to take the first. He was still well awake and his nocturnal disposition would only aid in seeing. If not, he would just do what he had planned for the post-watch period nonetheless: Head into his wagon for a rest. Technically speaking, his home could house all three, but it would get slightly crowded so he neglected to offer. That was, unless he would see either as woefully unprepared and in need of the resting place, but there was no way either of the ruin delvers would have committed such a mistake.

Come morning, the Oracle would rise sluggishly and greet the sun with nothing but contempt. Having had a taste of the night, it felt like an undue punishment to return to the light of day. He had no idea about the rhythm of the other two, but they would have roused him from his slumber if he had overslept, right? Maybe they even had? He didn't remember either rapping on his door though. He approached their fire, eyes characteristically squinted. "Today is the day we begin the real journey, is it not?" he stated.

@CoyoteLovely@Silvan Haven

The Magical Planet - Ecetopia - Open

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Waiting on your input.

D&D 5e - High Seas and Tall Tales

Dyn felt an attempt at his mind and the Ring of Mind Shielding he proudly displayed in one of his tentacles flared to life. The gems melded in the shape of the lowly human brain pulsed with blue light as the barrier around his mind completed before the telepathic assailant had spoken a word. He was not expecting a message and he certainly was not open to just anyone calling him. This reflexive reaction would prove to cause great trouble to the group as the frustrated sender would commit a serious blunder, crying out to him in frustration. It was Askia, he realised, the voice of the kobold whose behaviour stuck out from the usual now even more. She really ought to learn how to behave...

Dyn was not the only one who caught up to this nonsense, since not long after a trio... no, a sextet... oblivion gather it all, that was a nonet of howls that erupted forth from not one but three of the three headed creatures. Their immediate aggression hinted they might not be willing to talk, though had that not been the case with the earlier wolf creature just as well? Nonetheless, their bestial choir was met with the Beholder tapping into his well of magic, summoning once more the energies that fed into what was commonly known as Bladesong. It was time to fight.

The many eyed would be captain called upon the magical powers of his cloak and swam forth in a straight line, breaking through the green stream like it was nothing and arriving next to the nearest Cerberus, having lined them all in his sights. Jill might have rang thunder with her gun, but the Beholder would show actual might. He opened his mouth not too dissimilarly to a dragon's breath as his gemmed eyepatch shone alongside his main eye and lightning gathered in his mouth. He bit down in a sadistic grin, the Lightning Bolt ringing through each and every opponent while he braced 'Tradewind' and himself for the incoming assault.

Mechanics&Rolls

Dyn uses to 60ft. swimming speed granted to him by Cloak of the Manta Ray and darts forward, ending his move a square higher and 12 to the left. He activates Bladesong during this time, but since it only affects his walking speed that will not be of any consequence in this move. Once at his destination, he casts Lightning Bolt as a 3rd level spell through each of the Cerberi. They need to DEX save against his DC of 16 or take 33 lightning damage each. Any flammable objects not worn or carried burst to flame :D

HP: 62/62 AC: 20 Concentrating: Nope
Bladesong status: Active, 9 rounds remaining. 1 use left.
Slots/expended:
4/1 1st
3/0 2nd
3/1 3rd
3/0 4th
2/0 5th

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D&D 5e - The Lost Lands

The situation in the floor below was, for the lack of a better word, chaotic. Weapons were swung repeatedly, yet only one participant had fallen. To top it off, as far as Theodore was aware that was the only hit that had landed in the entirety of this combat. He grimaced slightly as he prepared another bolt, yet again one of the ysgardian models. They seemed to be sticking out a bit further, he noted as he laid his eyes on the next target and took aim.

However, the differences in the designs of bolts was not what one was supposed to be doing when shooting, rather his attention should have been on keeping his weapon straight. The pull on the trigger was a bit too forceful, which caused the weapon to be tugged towards the side. This in turn had the bolt approach the target at an inopportune angle, the whole series of unfortunate events leading up to the bolt deflecting off to a nearby wall. If his ears served, it snapped into pieces after impact. He bit his lip, withholding a curse. They would triumph sooner or later, he was certain. It was only a matter of time.

Mechanics&Rolls

Theodore moves his Slayer's Eye to the target next to Valmjr and follows it up with a crossbow attack. The strike misses miserably with an attack roll of 8. His position changes only as much as he needs to get a better line of sight.

HP: 35/35 AC: 16 Concentrating: Nothing
Radiant Consumption: Available
Slayer's Eye: On the Crypt Guardian closest to him, next to Valmjr.
War Priest: 0/2 uses expended

Spells expended:
1/1 Free Unique
2/3 1st

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