Hekazu

The Magical Planet - Ecetopia - Open

Grug rubbed his eyes while Nakreyya spoke, stating how 'Anzu' as she called her steed had never really been tamed and they instead had some sort of an understanding. Both had the chance to walk away whenever, but never did. Odd creatures. He tried to move his withered hand and wondered briefly if he should mention Slammy to the two... in the end, there hiding it from them would likely not do any good in the long run.

"The untamed can be dangerous at times. You are not the only one with a companion that understands you, but has a mind of their own. My arm was not always like this", he began to explain, taking the moment to close his eyes and tap his bad arm with his good one before returning it to shielding his eyes from the glaring sun. "We cannot really separate ourselves, but we work together as much as we can. Slammy does not like new people though... they never go to rest without killing once they awaken. It should not kill you first if we ever awaken it, but the risk is there. We can only hope we need not call upon them. I tell you this because I see no reason to hide Slammy's existence. But I repeat, I would rather not call upon it."

Then it came to her response about fate and how there were many reasons to refuse joining forces. There was grave danger ahead, she was correct. That was why they needed to move. But her reasons? She had nothing to lose. That was it. She was staying around them simply because she thought she personally had nothing to lose. Grug spat on the ground at the words, but he would not speak up. He simply handed over his plate to Fionn and began making his way to his wagon. "I will get myself ready for departure. It appears we are in a hurry."

@CoyoteLovely@Silvan Haven

D&D 5e - High Seas and Tall Tales

The mutt fell before the coordinated assault of the mix and match troupe that no longer had as many of its participants of the crew the Beholder had come to nearly trust. At least one of the new additions was somebody he could truly base his trust on, asssuming she was not an impersonator. That would be unlikely, yet it was still possible. Dyn made a mental note of making sure of that later, but thus far Adrevz had not shown any signs that would have given away any signs of her being anything but his adopted daughter. He would need to make sure though.

Nonetheless he would now dive below her transformed form, his focus on dealing with the remaining threats. Three of his eyes began shining with faint orange as he swam forth, the tone deepening to bright red as he moved, until finally, just before the halfway point of his dive, they were released on the dogs one by one. One to the left, another to the right and one more to the left he dished out the scalding magic. Regrettably the first ray had fired from the right side of his face, interfering with the aiming of the remaining two which could well have zapped past the targets, or they might have simply not have been damaged by the weakened rays as he shot them at not-quite-the-prime moment. Whatever be the case, he had a destination to reach.

He popped up again on the level most of the people seemed to prefer handling this fight at and placed himself on the spot he thought to be opposite of Jill. They would have this creature locked down between them and his bladesong would be more than powerful enough to protect him from whatever it might try to throw his way. He ground his teeth together as his tentacles clutched around the handle of Tradewind and the magic swirled around his form without disturbing the flow of water.

Mechanics&Rolls

Dyn dives to the other side of Adrevz from below, shooting beams of Scorching Ray on his way, the first one at Cerberus C, second at Cerberus A and the last one at C again. The attack rolls, respectively, were 21, 11 and 11. It is thus likely only the first one hits. Nonehteless, the damage rolls, again respectively, were 6, 9 and 5. He ends his move at the square just below Adrevz, taking up a flanking position with Jill.

HP: 62/62 AC: 20 Concentrating: Nope
Bladesong status: Active, 6 rounds remaining. 1 use left.
Slots/expended:
4/1 1st
3/1 2nd
3/1 3rd
3/0 4th
2/0 5th

@Zverda - Next! @JBRam2002 - DM

D&D 5e - The Lost Lands

Theodore stopped to let Wick perform her magic in turn, growing anxious every passing moment at the obvious limits of his own concentration. He needed to keep his mind clear for the Light's gift to stay with him... every moment they spent doing nothing would be another moment he would risk a stray thought ruining it all. He dug out the scroll with his notes on Kingdom of Light and began, in his mind, repeating a short mantra he had written at the bottom of one page. He needed his mind to remain sharp. The opposition was not to be taken lightly, their armour was tough even if the spirit inside was easily banished on a hit.

Birbin called the magic of him and his companions weird, to which Theodore responded by turning his masked face towards the short Wizard and letting out a few choice words: "I am aware your arcane shenanigans differ from our divine benefits. As long as they serve a noble purpose, does it really matter?" In reality, the zealot would have wanted to punt the gnome there and now for his blasphemy, but he held it together. He would have the time to educate the short man later when they would not be in a potentially lethally dangerous situation.

He bundled his notes back up again and stashed them into their storage tube, tossing the container onto the side of his pack where he had taken it from. "What did you see, sister of Light?" he asked of Wick now that her familiar had returned to them and they could begin choosing a route for themselves with the given intelligence. "Shall our choice be the path on the left... or the one on the right?" He would be ready to march on as soon as an answer to that question would be found.

Mechanics&Rolls

Theodore continues concentrating on Detect Evil and Good, now detecting all aberrations, celestials, elementals, fey, fiends, or undead within 30 feet of him, as well as where the creatures are located. Similarly, he knows if there is a place or object within 30 feet of him that has been magically consecrated or desecrated. The spell can penetrate most barriers, but it is blocked by 1 foot of stone, 1 inch of common metal, a thin sheet of lead, or 3 feet of wood or dirt.
No movement forward is made from the junction as of yet, but Theodore is ready to move as soon as a decision is made.

HP: 35/35 AC: 16 Concentrating: Detect Evil and Good, ??? rounds left (max 60)
Radiant Consumption: Available
Slayer's Eye: Inactive
War Priest: 0/2 uses expended

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

@The Harbinger of Ferocity@Gordian Nought

The Magical Planet - Ecetopia - Open

Okay. Whatever these two were discussing now was well beyond him. They might just as well have started having the discussion in whatever language Nakreyya had greeted him in earlier, for he understood precisely the same amount of it. The more distressing fact was that he actually understood the words being spoken, or so he thought at the very least. The problem was that the words themselves said absolutely nothing to him. He had no clue what the two were speaking about.

When they finally moved on to Nightmares and corruption, it was a matter he could again participate in. He used his good arm to rub both of his eyes at once and began to talk: "Certainly, Nightmares are usually quite the bundle of bad news. It is not everyday one sees the wings of a Pegasus torn off or the horn of the Unicorn twisted and broken. But like any steed, they can be tamed. Us Orcs would never see a magical steed of any other variety, for they would reject us", he turned to Fionn with a crooked smile on his features, "and I am rather sure any ordinary adventuring group would rather have slain me than sought my insight. I am an Oracle. She has a Nightmare. You have whatever you called this vessel of yours. We are all strange in a way. Let it not cloud your eyes."

Having spoken his mind about that, he turned to the female of the company as the smile slowly died away from his face, only partially because the sun was now even more in his eyes. "For fate, I cannot tell. I peer beyond the Veil, I see what many futures may unfold. Not many see this world saved without our intervention. If I can help it, I will guide us to that result. But any of the many futures may still take place. There is no 'Fate'. The Veil is vast and unending", he rambled, taking a break to sip from his cup, "so it might well be as you say. A series of events that simply happened to land us there. But is there a reason for you to reject this opportunity?" The final question was asked with a heavy weight on it. It was the yesterday night's question all over again. But she now knew better what the old orc based his thoughts on.

@CoyoteLovely@Silvan Haven

Skulduggery Pleasant: Hell or High Water

Well this is not promising.

EDIT, 7 DAYS LATER: I thus formally retract my participation on the grounds of the RP not going anywhere. Doing it this way to not bump the thread in the process.

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

With that post (that I forgot to tag people in), anyone with the exception of @The Harbinger of Ferocity who is encouraged to contact me privately is now more or less free to go their own way, looking for whatever they wish to be looking for in this camp. Or ask more questions, that works too. Or both.

@Gordian Nought@Lucius Cypher@Ryonara@Irredeemable

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

The guard captain chuckled at Parum's annoyed commands at her sluggish pawns. "Underlings, am I right?" she asked once the escorting part of the group was out of earshot. "Just to make sure I got this right, the group of one Parum, containing people such as Orchid, like the flower, Torag, that one that changes forms for whatever reason and Shepard, the one who does not talk?" she asked for confirmation as she visibly tried to commit the names to memory. She had lost interest in Rebrer as soon as he had taken the dismissal to heart and scampered away. Once she would have her confirmation with or without any corrections, she would dismiss this group just like she had dismissed him.

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If the rest of the party were not to interfere, the cultist in prisoner guarding duty would haul Brannor over to a few well armed and respected members of the cult with their assistance. Not many words would be exchanged. New prisoner? Yup. Here to haul food? Yup. And off he would go, to join others in a line with a rope tied around his waist. If he were to go along with the plan, he would find out that the crates would unfortunately only be brought to the mouth of the cave instead of wholly inside... but on approach, there would be something interesting to see. Cyanwrath, his adversary from last night, would push out from the big tent nearby and head in. Luckily well before they would arrive at said location. Even in his current state, recognition might only make things worse.

The Elder Scrolls: Swords & Septims

@Hank
How many non-boss Draugr are left again, and how many of them are bothering the backline of our ranks?

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

@Ryonara I do think Orchid is waiting for your input.

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

The guard captain listened to Brannor snarling at her and her assistant. For someone bound as they were, the man sure put up a threatening aura. The captain bit her lower lip, yet a glint of something played in her eyes. She was sure the appearance of this man reminded her of something, if only she could recall... But she had to turn her attention elsewhere while her assistant worked, to listen to the response she would get from the leader of this new arriving bunch. She would have to admit her errand boy would have to have nerves of steel to pull of that job without a hitch.

Parum's answer seemed to satisfy her, the woman nodding along and chuckling a bit as the woman only about half the size of the half-orc punched the green guy in the gut. "Yeah, that's her", she confirmed Parum's suspicions regarding having pieced together who they were talking about. "The kobolds were never really reliable in scary stuff. If they weren't so fiercely loyal to the cause we'd boot them for being so... finicky to work with. But in the end they get the job mostly done and come back more often than not, so by sheer numbers alone, I guess we have our uses for them. Same as you mercs, we need the blades to amass the hoard", she rambled on only to be interrupted by the man working on the shackles.

"Hoard befitting the Queen of Dragons return! Praise Tiamat's glory!" they shouted, extending their right arm in the air with all five fingers spread apart. A furious glare from the captain got him back to work quickly as Brannor's companions continued 'holding him down'. While his hands shook a bit, his concentration was remarkable. Where the guard captain seemed disinterested in the whole 'cult' thing, this errand boy appeared as if he had absorbed it all off of her, if such a thing were even possible. Brannor would find the shackles slightly looser than they should be, but regrettably well set. It might be difficult to get them off on his own.

"Get that prisoner to the transporting duty. They need more meat in the nursery and he looks like he might actually be able to carry something, unlike most of the sorry lot here", the captain ordered, waving her arm at her immediate underling as well as those who had been helping keep the man down. She had no reason to believe the man would not be trying something funny if left alone with a cultist. "Anyway, your names. I cannot just ask Morndath to provide a reward for a bunch of no-names", she then insisted.

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