Ms Ravenwinter

[5e] ~ Titan Hunters

I concede that you are a wonderfully terrible person for tempting me so and will succumb to the overwhelming desire to kick ass and potentially chew bubblegum during.

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

I've been fiddling with the code a bit on here. So...

Prepare to be...

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Back eased to the railing, legs crossed, sat Natsumi atop a barrel. He had been making small talk with Maiko while busying himself with a conjured bauble floating inches from his fingertips. The wait of travel was always such a bore, but the liveliness and energy of the group, especially from the other Kistune on board, was certainly entertaining. Though, it certainly doesn't beat sharing a carriage for two with a daimyo's strapping heir.

As the monk's gaze turned to the fisher, so did Natsumi's. He was almost surprised to have been conflated with their group, dressed as he was. Clothing of white silk adorned with stiff, decorated paper fins like a geisha's fan draping down like skirts over each shoulder and his feminine hips. Something more akin to an artist on the border between avant garde and madness than a typical tournament brawler.

Natsumi offered a simple greeting gesture along with the others, in case he did still need to confirm that he was amongst them and not just another friendly traveler. And, with the same motion, he waved off the other Kitsune for their practically sugar-spiked energy. "Give them a match and they might set the ship on fire to see if it burns like candy," he spoke in jest, his voice in a typically charming and androgynous tone despite the sarcasm, "I'm Natsumi, the pretty one."

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

At the sight of shattered bones, Yvah wondered at her friend's fate beyond death. About if Daisy would become one of these wretched things. About if she would have to be put down, and if Yvah would have to be the one to do it. Idly, Yvah poked through these bones in a shallow attempt at searching along with her peers.

But the adrenaline coursed through her still, so lethargy had not truly set in. She could feel the mood growing grim, even with the fresh face. This was bad. It was always bad. Grimness would make them give up. They couldn't give up. Not while they were still here. Yvah needed to cheer them up. If they didn't cheer up, they might all die.

"Um," she stammered a little in the face of the newest set of introductions. Yvah reached for the casket and plucked a skeletal arm only held together by shreds of armor. She pushed it in Peony's direction and said, "Hi Penny, I'm Yvah, let me give you a hand!" Her face pulled and contorted into a grimace of a smile. It was freakish, torn from the reality of their situation.

The disembodied arm was quickly abandoned when the small room started to overflow with an ever unfolding wooden structure. She avoided squeezing against the wall by slipping out of the room. Soon after, the offending mass of wood folded back into its confines. But from the bridge, Yvah heard something. Chanting.

"Here," she said, pointing southward in the direction suggested by Eilina. "I hear the fishies down here."

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Rumblings began to emit through the ancient stone walls. Sand, unstirred for millenia, brushed over Illyana's face as she took another hesitant step forward. Cat. Hawk. Jackal. Blast it all, which was the next tile? The floor started to become unrecognizeable as the crumbling fortress of time-worn stones began to spew forth more sands. Swiftly, a Prestidigitation slipped from Illyana's deft fingers, and the sands vanished from the tiles before her in an arcane shimmer. Crocodile! A single victorious step rang faintly in the echoing chamber, drowned by the aching churn of stone. The temple's destruction hadn't waned, but the artifact was in sight. The only options now were to collect the tome and pray for time and mercy, or turn back and abandon all that she had come for. All that she had sacrificed. There was no hesitation as she lunged for the book.

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With tired eyes, Illyana saw nothing but fog before her. What happened? Did she die? There was no artifact in her clutches, only sand. The salt of the earth flowed from the crevices of her bark-laden palms. "No..." she muttered to herself silently in her Elvish tongue, her voice shuddering with a seething rage limited only by her resignation to this untimely fate. Whatever it happened to be.

There was nothing but fog before her, until she took those first steps. Eventually, she worked to gain her bearings. Wherever she was, be it after or adjacent to death, she was not alone. This was made distractingly obvious by the increasingly distant cackling shrouded in dense fog. Besides this, there were others still. Others that seemed to be in her strange predicament. None of them were the team she had come with, people she would've expected to see were this the afterlife. No, they seemed much less... mundane than that. She looked on, and the diminutive forms of children shrouded in that uncanny mist were before them.

Wherever she may be, whatever fate had befallen her, Illyana would get her answers.

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

At the squeeze of her hand, Yvah's ears folded down weakly. She tried her best to keep a sunny composure as always, but the gentle acknowledgement from the bard beside her caused her to briefly falter. Sighing this away, Yvah made her way to the tank. Back to business.

The proximity to the wall was helpful, as she exerted less effort kicking herself off the wall and onto the tank than in simply hoisting herself up from the edge. It was perhaps an unecessary flourish, but she was in place swiftly. With pick in hand, she started to work on the lock. Her fingers shook, making the work difficult, but she knew this lock well enough now after coercing its twins to cooperate that soon the latch popped open.

>14 to pick the lock, made to 20 after Advantage from familiarity.

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So that was it. Two years of laughs. Two years of songs. Two years of tears. Two years of friendship. All snuffed out in a single moment.

Yvah was trembling, all strength sapped from her in this turmoil. But she had to gather herself. Her knees nearly buckled as she struggled to stand, Daisy's body being laid in front of her. Breathing was chaotic and unstill. Her eyes couldn't tear away from her friend for longer than a moment as she stood and battled with herself internally. Eventually, she turned to the group, her face donning a smile like a shattered mask of comedy drenched in the tears of tragedy. "Hey guys," her voice was dripping with a painful facsimile of life and joy, "Just keep your spirits up, we have to..." her words broke into a gentle sob, "Have to... keep going, yeah? Yeah."

Before the party could see her like this for much longer, she turned away, glancing only sidelong at Araerys, before passing by over the bridge to press on. She shambled into the next room, looking about with tear-stricken eyes. A familiar sight was before her. Another tank. Two coffins flanked it on either side of the room, and no exit made itself known. As Yvah stepped into the room, the tank started to thud insistently as a small voice seemed to supernaturally fill the entire room. "Hey, out there," the voice of a girl perhaps half Yvah's own age boomed with a magical presence, "Owie, can you let me out?"

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Evanesstra

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The blackened opening pulled closer into view with deepening clarity as the fog dissipated less and less light between it and the approaching gnome. Unnatural carvings into the crag's face gave way to dark yet common tunnel systems which snaked away from view. In particular, the gently bubbling pools of near-brackish ooze caught her eye.

Reaching back to the leather bag strapped to her shoulders and pawing it open, a single torch floated from the container to be grasped out of the air and ignited. With light serving her vision, she stepped closer to the gently broiling substance. The loud one with sapphire scales arrived to warn her of the liquid even as a small portion lifted slowly to her face. The sample grew still aside from the mild sloshing caused by its mystical confines, floating to Evanesstra's close inspection. "Acid," she said matter-of-factly, "Specifically an emission from a draconic creature, it seems." The shamanistic woman gave a pointed glance to the Dragonborn.

The Humours did not stir.

Her gaze turned dismissively away as the invisible cup carefully drained its caustic contents into the slowly sinking puddle from which it game. "Even a party of black Dragonborn violently vomiting such an acid could not have created this structure. This was a singular blast." She stepped closer to the edge of the cave mouth, fingertips just grazing at the sundered stone. She searched for any sign that this cave could've been dug from a magical blast, or simply the breath of an obsidian drake.

An impish sound uttered itself into the world, interrupting her observations. She looked back toward the source of the sound, which seemed to simply be the empty air between this group of interlopers and herself. Turning again, her eyes laid upon the Elf making a dramatic scene of entering the cave. "Unless you intend to truly have your will broken, I might suggest the same," her firm words prickled at the back of Bah'im's mind, gracing the ears of none other than him. A telltale stare was directed at him, making it plain the the breach in his mind was her responsibility.

Then there was the other, who offered assistance in the uncovering of these caves. Or, rather, seemed to request the assistance from her in the same quest. This seemed to be a strange circumstance to Evanesstra. "And what brings you lot here, anyway, if not to pillage the townsfolk as seems to be customary with you rogues?" she questioned unenthusiastically as she turned back to examine the wall. Meanwhile, the group she so unceremoniously turned away from still reeled from the admonished Elf's act of self-possession.

Stuff

Several floating things due to several uses of Mystic Hand. Successful Nature check of 15 on the acid. Successful Investigation check of 15 on the Minor Illusion, barely uncovering the masterful and playful deception for what it was. Use of Telepathy to send Bah'im a personal message of retaliation.

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The consensus was made, and they set out in tiers. Kyra strayed just to the side of the open path, slipping her feet nimbly between any extremity of the underbrush. Eventually they came upon the crest of a clearing, her and Rusalka. She spied something beyond the distant trees and halted. As she pulled an arrow from its sheath, Kyra noticed that her companion continued on without hesitation. "Psst!" she hissed sharply to call the vigilante's attention. Letting the arrow rest between the fingers still grasping her bow, she pointed at the feasting giant opposite to them. With some quick gestures, she communicated to Rusalka that they should move in from either side of the clearing, inevitably pincering their quarry. Then Kyra set out, stepping leftward, just along the cusp of the clearing.

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Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

Yvah turns, back to the wall, hands flexing in readiness as she held a combat stance, only to watch the ooze get finally cut down. One hand clenched to a fist, pumping it inward as a victorious gesture. "Alright, Lex!" she cheered from the side with her usual bright beam. The adventure seemed to be turning out much less dire, she thought. She started to walk over toward the felled creature, subtly mimicking the way her friend Daisy would always skip about. "Okay, time to pull Daze out of the goop and on we go!"

But soon she started to notice, and the skip in her step faltered. Daisy wasn't moving. The sludge had collapsed, losing its vacuum grip on the tiefling's body. And yet, no struggle. Just face down in the acid. "D-daisy?" said Yvah, feeling her heart suddenly plummet in anxiety.

She rushed over, wasting no time in pulling the girl out from the danger. Still nothing. Turning Daisy over, Yvah knelt down beside her. The face was burned badly, emerald skin turned to a sickening ashen and brown color. "Oh," she muttered, but then laughed. It was a tiny utterance, dread suddenly driving her to denial. "Heheh, good one, Daze," she tried to put her smile back on, "What a nice little trick..."

Not moving.

Not breathing.

Yvah started to shake her friend. All she wanted was to be startled, watch the grotesque illusion fade as Daisy would shout, and she could hear that intoxicating laugh again. But it never came.