Mistiel

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

As the party walked along, Ceria found herself pressed shoulder to shoulder with not only her companions at times, but also random people in the crowd. A boisterous dwarf nearly whacked her in the face when he raised his mug high; the frothy liquid in it splashing a few drops on her light leather armor. Thankfully the material made most of the liquid roll right off, but a bit of it trickled down her bosom creating a most unpleasant sensation. She distracted herself by listening to the extremely cheesy musical accompaniment that issued from the parade. Pfft...they call themselves soldiers.... she thought with disdain.

Having reached the forefront of the onlooking crowd near the parade, Ceria spied archers shooting what appeared to be blunted arrows with pamphlets into the crowd. The arrows didn't appear to be moving that fast, so the elf reached upward as if she were stretching languidly, and caught an arrow by the middle of the shaft neatly. Bringing the arrow down to eye level in one fluid motion, she noticed the flier. Realizing Arthera had quietly spoken to her, she looked over at her companion, arrow in hand, hood tilted back a wee bit from her catch. "Yeah," she replied simply. "I've never been to a parade, but if it's anything like a carnival, it's just as noisy." She switched the arrow between hands, brushing her now empty right hand off on her pants and wincing as a splinter dug further into her palm. I just love shoddy fletching.... she thought, bemused. This town most certainly would not garner her business, at least in arrows.

It was indeed noisy. The sounds and smells of so many people celebrating with wild abandon was starting to overload the poor elf's senses. Ceria spied a figure in the parade that must be the general dismounting his horse and entering a nearby building, a very cheerful-looking gnome on his heels. "You s'pose now is as good a time as any to get his attention?" Ceria murmured in Arthera's direction, idly wondering if she had said that loud enough to be heard over the tumultuous masses.

Dexterity/Acrobatics Roll for Catching Arrow Mid flight One-handed

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Tell Me The Story

@Mistiel Would you like me to start telling what would have happened if you had picked the other choices or just leave it the way I had been doing it?

@Love Dove

This isn't Telltale Games. I'll stick with the consequences of Nick's actions. But thank you for the offer! :)

Tell Me The Story

Nick stood there aghast as the series of events unfolded before him. First the book and pillar beneath it crumbled into tiny pieces beneath his touch. Then the woman shouting, then all of a sudden, the woman was falling right in front of him. Hadn't she been across the room a moment ago? How had she gotten so close without him realizing it? This was all getting really freaky for Nick. He made as if to grab the falling woman, but his hands only briefly delayed her fall before she slipped through his clutches.

@Love Dove

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

Ceria had already started walking away down the street, but she held up and returned back to the group when her pointed ears caught the mention of "Here..." and a rustle of parchment being handed over. Unfortunately for her, the petite huntress couldn't see the map over everyone else's shoulders. Instead, she stood tapping a leather-booted foot, arms crossed and returning Arthera's scrutiny. What the heck was she staring at? Ceria thought to herself. She pulled the hood of her light traveling cloak up, despite the weather being fairly mild. Ugh, cities were the worst!

Camp Castaway

As Lin lay there on the third tier's landing, panting for breath, she heard Ivy's excited voice floating up to her. Another new person? Holy crap, this camp really needed to hire some greeters. Lin smiled at the thought of the dragon twin counselors and Ivy becoming Wal-Mart greeters with customers shying away from them.

She groaned as she rolled herself over from her back to her stomach. Lactic acid was busy coursing through her muscles right now, making her legs and arms feel like jelly; though her arms felt less exhausted for some reason. She propped herself up on her elbows as she viewed the scene below her unfolding. As Cloak reached toward Ivy, something golden flashed between them and Lin blinked. Nah, it's nothing. Probably just one of Ivy's sparks, she thought. Still, Ivy was spending an awfully inordinate amount of focus on a particularly shiny butterfly. Ivy even went so far as to follow it all the way to the base of the wall, staring up at it with a focus and intensity that made Lin think there was hope for Ivy yet. You couldn't control fire, but you could help it along with a gentle breeze and watch it blossom into a roaring inferno. It wasn't so much making sure Ivy didn't destroy anything. Instead it should be more about cleaning up the mess she left behind. Lin smiled down at the red-haired girl and waved lazily.

Lin slowly got to her feet after another minute of spectating, and shakily turned around to face stage four. Somewhere beside her, she felt rather than saw that Kyle had just finished stage three as well. Only looking five to ten degrees away from the rock wall toward him, her eyes never leaving the purely rocky surface, she said, "You were right about one thing, Kyle. It is a chore trying to corral Ivy. Has she ever...you know....actually exploded somewhere before? If she hasn't, in a safe environment, I almost think it might be good for her. What do you say sometime later, we - not that it's any of my business - make a plan to uhh....oh I don't know, help her blow off some steam? If she uses her power enough, perhaps she won't have as much energy? I'll shut up about it if you want me to, but I genuinely want to see her succeed just like you do and am willing to try anything. I do definitely think taking care of her is more than a one person job though."

Without turning her face to him, she scooted over a couple feet away from where he had come up, and started up the fourth tier's wall. Progress was extremely slow going. Even a short rest had not been able to replenish her energy that much and her arms shook with the effort. Another alarming observation was that she had stopped sweating, meaning her body was out, or nearly so, of spare water. Dehydration was a dangerous thing. Lin needed to finish this task soon. She had pulled herself up about a third of the way and had one foot firmly wedged into the stone surface. Her right foot felt like it had been stuck ankle deep in mud as she lifted it up to a higher foothold. As she reached up with her right hand to grab a handhold, she had a flash of danger sense and instantly changed her handhold to one an inch to the right of that. When she pulled herself upward, straightening her right leg as she did so, her left foot had just found a new ledge for purchase when suddenly the rock gave out beneath her right foot and made her lose both footholds so that she dangled precariously by her one right hand. The unmanned belay tether below shook the line as it tried to keep her suspended. What Lin did not know was that at the very bottom, her cable was quite frayed. Thin black strands peeling off in rapid succession as it tried to support the one hundred and thirty pound big-boned girl it now supported.

Suddenly, the cable snapped and poor Lin Yang was left in midair with no hand or foot holds about three inches from the wall. She flailed desperately, managing to latch on to a handhold about five feet below where she had previously been. Her body swung back into the wall, making her bonk her forehead and wish she had worn that helmet. The very real danger of plummeting to her death made her look down, and now she wished she hadn't. She was just a little less than a third of the way up the wall and the ground looked very, very far below now. Lin got her other hand up to grip the handhold that her left one held in a vise-like finger death grip. "Umm guys!" She called. "Anybody have a levitation power?" What her brain had intended as a chuckle came out as a sort of breathy hitch. Her eyes went and stayed wide, but no other sounds or signs of fear emanated from the rangy seventeen-year-old.

What Are You Listening To?

Hello There

Welcome! I'd post more, but I'm distracted by chocolate-topped biscotti. *offers one*

^ Newbie Tip: Don't RP with asterisks here. People tend to frown on that. (I occasionally do it OOC when I'm lazy or for gits and shiggles.)

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

Ceria thought it slightly amusing that the man tried to pass off Daisy as that old witch of the sea's messenger. Daisy looked nothing like the sea. If anything, she reminded the elf of things that lay in a more upward direction. A star seemed a most apt analogy for the tiefling, in Ceria's eyes at least. As she observed her charismatic companion get socially shot down like a deer with a crossbow, the elf gazed around her at the crowd that was only just beginning to disperse after the message was heard. Ceria wondered what the crowd's initial reaction was to the message; how much they actually believed.

As she looked around, there were a few people who listened intently. The majority seemed to be treating this as part of the festivities, laughing at the dragonborn. You hear some people saying things like "Yeah right, this city could never fall. Our military is too strong." Of those that were listening carefully, they seem to look perturbed at the interruption, but the crowd on the whole looked like they wanted to get on with their daily life. That was something Ceria figured it was about time her party did. "Come on guys! Best not to keep the general waiting," ]she said in Common, looking back at her comrades briefly.

Perception Roll

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Camp Castaway

@KatherinWinter

Well they don't have to be developed, but they're still unique people under your control. Sorry for going all ACLU on you, but they're people too! xD

Camp Castaway

@KatherinWinter
So is Ivy going to get punished for not doing the apparently required activity?

@Framing A Moose

Yeah the camp counselors seem like they need to step in a bit where Ivy is concerned. Campers, even Kyle (especially Kyle), shouldn't be expected to play babysitter ALL the time. I, for one, want to see more charrie development for the dragon twins too. Heck, Lin doesn't even know about the dragon part or their powers yet (aside from the freaky Siamese act).

Perhaps they scare the ever living crap out of Ivy and it temporarily just deflates her? lol