Mistiel

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

Ceria grunted in pain as the arrow struck her, embedding itself firmly in her right bicep to the point that a strong shake of her arm couldn't dislodge the projectile. This was a slight problem given that she was right-handed and had not trained herself to shoot ambidextrously. "Okay, you want to play that way. At least now you've given me a reason to shoot back," she grumbled under her breath as she straightened up and nocked another arrow, wincing heavily as the arrow tugged some more at her muscle.

The goliath was by far the most obvious threat so she sighted down the shaft....and promptly poked herself in the side of the head with the shaft of the arrow sticking out of her arm. After yet another second or two of delay for aim readjustment, her wounded right arm shakily drew back the bow, marking and firing at the goliath. After loosing the arrow, her eyes blurred with pain as the motion caused the arrow to jiggle and slide deeper into her arm. All of a sudden, the affected righthand limb went numb and she sank to her knees. Arthera's voice had made her forget the pain for an instant, long enough to fire the arrow, but gods this thing had found a painful spot.

She forced herself to wipe her eyes with her left hand and stare down at the wound in question. Fortunately, the object seemed to have struck pure bicep muscle and missed any arteries. Gritting her teeth, she attempted to remove the arrow despite the red haze of pain that walled off the top half of her vision and the strangled yelp that followed immediately afterwards.

Roly Poley

Attack:10
Damage: Use Hunter's Mark as bonus action. Concentrating on Hunter's Mark

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

Ceria remained lost in thought for all of the group's journey out of the general's quarters. Only subconsciously did the elf recognize the transition from paved cobbles to muddy paths. Recognition and acknowledgement were two very different things, the latter of which Ceria did not have at the time. She did not even so much as look up from the road or bat an eyelash when she heard footsteps splashing through the muddied earth toward them.

It was only when those footsteps came to a stop somewhere in front of them and when a woman's voice issued forth from that general direction asking for help that lifted Ceria's brow, and gaze, to behold the distressed woman heaving before her. It seemed as if in slow motion that, next to her, Arthera suddenly did something magical and the Goliath running full tilt toward the new woman's back nearly stumbled. Ceria stood frozen as the large being regained his balance and chucked a spear toward the woman in question. All of a sudden Ceria's mouth wouldn't work and her feet refused to budge. ALl she could do was watch helplessly as the spear sailed through the air....and sink harmlessly into the path at the woman's feet.

It was only now that Ceria's eyes traced a line up the new girl's form, pausing with peculiar interest at the subtle tips at the ears indicating the presence of at least some elvish blood. Not to mention the green eyes that Ceria swore sparkled with some sort of almost merry glint. Ceria Verkorcoran made a split-second decision to take her bow off her back, nock an arrow, fire it at the feet of the big man, and then leap out of the way of the charging men as far for the side of the street as possible. Her intent was to let the majority of the horde of thugs pass her.

Roly Poleys

Ceria's stats:
HP: 22/22. AC: 14.
Spells Remain / Total:
Lvl 1: 2 / 3
Currently concentrating on: N/A
New effects: Ceria shoots the ground at the goliath's feet, the arrow landing directly between its toes. She steps to the side as if to allow the enemies to pass.

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

Ceria sat there in a stupor, suddenly and inexplicably melancholy. The primal Arthera's lowered voice awoke her from whatever mental pool her thoughts had sunken into. "Oh yeah, sure. Lead the way," she mumbled still staring down at her hand-crafted bow.

What Are You Listening To?

Name the place you first began roleplaying.

Legends of Alagaesia. 'Twas a Proboards forum. I don't count it as advertising since the site's been dead for literally over a decade and the owner for far longer than that. But by all means, feel free to read through all the posts of my adolescence. I was Alagorn (BTW that name is my (favorite) brand of bra. You could've gone your entire lives without knowing this information c: ). Many Bothans died to bring you this inf...okay I'm done rambling.

/me nuzzles Mahz affectionately

Hey there my dudes

None of us are not and never will be your dudes. Slavery and all other forms of ownership of another, including indentured servitude, are generally frowned upon in most areas of the world. Enjoy your time at RPGuild.

Camp Castaway

I'm going to have to leave this thread. Both Lin and I had different expectations of Camp Castaway. Lin leaves camp the same day she arrives, after dinner naturally, via the bus. She heads back to San Francisco and wonders if she'll ever find a new sort of group. She also wonders if she'll ever meet Cloak and/or Ivy/Kyle again somewhere else. (Dun dun dun....^.-)

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

Ceria had so far traveled through several lands from her former elvish home. Thus, she had met quite a few who flouted religious beliefs in this deity or that primal force. Rubbish, the lot of it! was her opinion. The elf had yet to obtain any visual - or factual to boot - proof that such beings or forces existed. She saw no reason whatsoever to give credence to Zehir, let alone even this Great Old One someone in her party apparently worshipped or drew power from. To this particular wood elf, she could not deny the existence of magic for the fairest hint of nature magic sang through her own veins, but there was a line between magic and bullshit deities who MIGHT wield godlike powers.

Her reverie was broken yet again by Daisy, a recurring theme it seemed. This time, the tiefling seemed to be attempting to shake down their esteemed host for money and supplies. Ceria stood up abruptly, attempting to whack the other woman's tail with a backhand that wasn't meant to hurt, only to draw attention. "Daisy! Just ask where the bloody shops are! Don't extort the man!" Spots of color appeared high on her cheeks and those usually muted dark green eyes burned with a bright, angry flame. Her mouth set in an expression of distasteful shock mixed with horror. She turned her attention to the general. "I'm sorry general! Might you point us to some of the best value shops in the vicinity? I'll admit that my own gear could use some upgrading soon." Her thumb absentmindedly stroked her old homemade bow which she had forgotten to sling across her back ever since the incident with the guard captain. Thank goodness she had at least had the sense to return the nocked arrow to its quiver before she had entered the building.

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Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

Sorry for not being online much. I have mono and have been bedridden with no bloody energy or appetite. ;-;

Camp Castaway

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"Not I!" said the green-eyed man blonde haired girl.