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Konosuba: Resurrection

"We may accomplish anything. It is because of our ability, even in the face of failure, we are not defeated."

It was barely sunrise when a lone figure rose from her bed. With quick precision and efficiency she left her bed and laid her sleeping garments into a hamper. Into her personal washroom, it only took her ten minutes to wash up and relieve herself. Steam escaping the bath chambers, the womanly figure went to her closet to don her holy raiments; cloth blessed by the church to battle the forces of evil.

"Even the very world strives against us."

Solemnly the woman donned her garbs, the scent of blood and death still lingering despite being clean. No... The scent isn't on the clothes. It was on the woman's own hands. How long as she been fighting last night? How many has she'd destroyed, that even now she could still smell the vile stench of those heretical monsters? But she could not surrender now. She cannot give up, even if this fight seems endless and victory unattainable. That is now her way.

"There is no shame in fear. There is no cowardice in retreat. To live to claim victory tomorrow."

Placing her hat on her head the warrior woman then turned to her armory. Opening the door inside revealed rows upon rows of weapons, from swords, axes, maces, spears, to bows, knives, and firearms. She walked towards one box sealed with a lock. Taking a key off around her neck, the woman opened the box to reveal an exquisite pistol. It was twelve inches in length, with an ornate barrel inscribed with holy scripts. Underneath the gun was twenty silver bullets; the perfect tool to slay demons and undead.

"Truth from doubt will create sorrow from your choices. When you face sadness, seek simplicity."

Holstering her pistol and putting the bullets into a pouch on her hip, the holy warrior continued to walk down her armory until she reached her final destination: A sword resting on a mantle, basking in the sun's light. Grasping the handle of this sword she raised it to her eyes, looking at her reflection in the blade. Next to her reflection was the complicated mechanism that also acted as a gun: a new addition added by her wise father. With this blade of mythic steel and her father's craft, the woman sheathed the blade into it's sheath and attached it to her belt. It was time to go.

"Do not fear death. God cannot find your happiness, so seek be happiness!"

Tossing her cape over her shoulders the holy warrior, Aimee the Inquisitor, left her family's manor and went to the city. Today she would try and take on the Trial of the Hero. Normally she wouldn't bother herself with such pointless competitions, and she'd rather focus her efforts on slaying evil, however this would be a good way to test her skills. Not to mention possibly making new allies, which Aimee was slowly starting to learn to accept. But it hasn't been easy: everyone she's met so far has been a fool, incompetent, and arrogant. These adventurers were better off being thugs and robbing storefronts then calling themselves adventurers and playing hero. The only thing they're a danger to is herself. But hopefully, Aimee might be wrong.

As she approached the sign up board for the Trial of the Heroes, she was immediately disappointed. She saw an impressively armored woman, a meek looking half-dragon, and a green skinned drunkard. Of the three, only one seemed like someone who could hold their own, and Aimee has never seen the armored woman before. But not wanting a potential ally to be soiled by some drunk, Aimee walked up to the two and stood between the orc and the stranger. "You reek and look filthy. What sort of a hero carries himself like this? Go wash up before you spread a disease here."

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

As Torus's magic took out the last raider, Kyra wasted no time celebrating their victory. Because as long as these raiders stilled stayed in her village, they haven't won yet. She kept and eye open for any more raiders, kobolds, or anything that might spy on them as she moved up to the chapel's back door. As she ran up she glanced at Brannor and Orchid going bout executing the kobolds. In a different circumstances Kyra may have felt uneasy about seeing such violence, but right now hatred drove her to ignore the slaughter. In fact part of her wished the same fate for all these raiders; to be brutally slaughtered while they're at her mercy, not even given a chance to fight back. She would gladly see them all hanged and gutted like fish and have their severed heads piled high like a pyre, burning their filth off the surface of the world. Dark thoughts for a cleric of Chauntea, but these were her feelings. Perhaps when this is all over she'll see guidance to cure her of her wrath. But for now, she shall wield her fury like a sword, and use it to strike back against evil.

Move up to the chapel Kyra was careful as she tried to alert the ones inside of their presence. Ideally they were already there and aware of what was going on, but just in case Kyra called out to them. Hopefully her voice would be familiar to them. Father Falconmoon? Anyone? It's Kyra Shepard! I've come from the fortress to escort you and the other villagers back! We must hurry, this area is infested with raiders." Kyra didn't lower her guard for a moment, keeping her hands on her bow and arrow, ready for any foe to rear their ugly head.

Rolls

Looking for enemies (Perception) = 15

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

If there isn't any more threats coming in I'd say we break the order. But that's mostly just because I have the last initiative.

@Lucius Cypher

Also while this may be too late as it is, I don't mind breaking the initiative order right now. I don't intend to have Kyra fight the other raiders unless they catch up to the group.

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

@Hekazu

Would Kyra have some way of entering the back entrance without causing too much noise? A key perhaps, since she is a cleric there, or maybe just know a way inside? I could have her knock of course, but I don't want her shouting to attract the attention of the enemies.

The Chronicles of Dosei: Sands of Blood, A Dungeons and Dragons Roleplay. (Reboot)(Full)

Ah, I think we'll be skipping the collab. Ryo hasn't really posted in a while and it looks like the fight has been skipped anyways. We'll just say that Shayle and Catarina gave each other quite a thrashing and leave it at that.

Brave Frontier: A New Legacy [Started/Always Accepting]

Nope, he'll join us for more sexy spa shenanigans.

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

Everyone attacked as soon as Mr. Lake casted his spell. Six kobolds dropped, and two humanoid figures remained standing. Everything happened quickly but Kyra didn't slow down for a second. Brannor shot an arrow at one of the raiders, and Orchid followed up with his spear. Kyra Drew an arrow and aimed at the other humanoid figure; she figured Brannor and Orchid's attack would be more than enough, so she took aim and shot her arrow. She was aiming for the target's head, specifically between his shoulders, but instead the arrow sank into the target's shoulder instead. Better then nothing.

Orchid charged forward to engage in melee and Kyra moved up as well. However unlike him, Kyra chose to take cover in some of the chapel's foliage. Though it was slashed up and ruined by the raiders, there was still enough of the bush for Kyra to hide behind. As she ducked down, a memory flashed in front of her eyes. Days of her youth where she played in this very same area, using her natural talents of masking herself in the wild to play games of hide and seek with her friends. How she would simply duck behind a bush and vanish from sight, only to appear later to give her friends a fright. As soon as she blinked Kyra was brought back to reality and remembered that this was no game. Lives were at stake now, and Kyra couldn't afford to be distracted. Drawing another bow she readied herself for another attack.

Rolls

Initiative = 10
Shortbow Attack = 23
Shortbow Damage = 4
Stealth = 12

Brave Frontier: A New Legacy [Started/Always Accepting]

Rochelle snorted at Claire's naivety. "They don't fish on an airship, kid. They get food and supplies before they set off. I mean, if they hunt anything, it'd be birds. Or dragons." Dragons were somewhat common here in Angi. At the very least, Rochelle has heard a lot about dragons here, though she's never met one in person. Well, an actual dragon. Not a dragon person. As for Claire's offer for protection Rochelle didn't mention anything about it. The best armor was not to get hit, and Rochelle has escaped sticky situations with sheer speed and agility. Finally the group was on the move, and checking her gun again Rochelle followed the group.

Once the group reached the city Rochelle just gave a dirty look to the guardsmen. She never really liked local law enforcement; they were too concerned about upholding the status quo rather than any peace. On one hand Rochelle wouldn't be nearly as successful as a gunslinger if there weren't criminals that needed to be taken down. But it was a bit depressing how the law would enable that type of people from rising up. After the group managed to get inside the city one of the guardsmen mentioned a spa. Rochelle certainly wouldn't mind a good wash, especially after the activities she was up to last night.

"A spa eh? Count me in!"

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

Kyra lead everyone as quickly as she could to their destination. She knew a quick path from the river bed to the back of the chapel; a path she's walked on many times as a child, sneaking out to play in the river and running back before the priests knew she was gone. Before this route was a childish thing of whimsy, but now it was a path to save lives. Once the group reached the forest they all went into cover to scout the enemy forces. There was too many, even if they could take them out one at a time. They'd need to somehow get rid of some of them, or get reinforcements. The banging on the chapel door gave Kyra a sense of urgency as she drew her bow out, ready to take out the first foe she saw.

But before she would do so, the others needed an idea of what they were going to do. Brannor and Orchid were in favor of rushing the smallest group in the back, who seemed to be building a fire to burn down the backdoors. They were sturdy, but also made of wood. There was also the issue of the patrol that was not only massive, but on the prowl. If they intercept them while dealing with these enemies, the party was done for. And of course there were the ones in the front. Kyra could immediately see that one stood out; unlike the others who seemed little more than rabid bandits dressed as cultist, this one carried himself like a warrior. No doubt he was a mercenary, perhaps a soldier even. Whatever he was however, he was a threat.

Parum asked Mr. Lake for his abilities and spells. Kyra only knew a few, and had no idea what this "Crown of Madness" does beyond what it's name may imply. Put people in a berserked state perhaps? Everything else sounded useful however, especially that sleep spell. Thus Kyra hatched a plan. "Use your most powerful sleep spell. Brannor, Orchid, and I will ready our weapons to focus on any enemy who doesn't fall asleep. Parum, use your illusions to distract and confuse them. We don't want any of them to escape. Torus, make sure there are no survivors, and use your bird to keep an eye on the patrols. Alert us if they get near. Once we deal with the enemies at the rear I can open the door, but we must hurry inside. Agreed?"

Konosuba: Resurrection

Aimee

Name: Aimee Reiterpallasch
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance:

Personality: Aimee carries herself like a noblewoman. That is to say, haughty and above the common rabble. While she does consider herself an adventurer, she also believes that most other adventurers are simply barbarians and brutes best used as fodder instead of true explorers and hunters. She has lost much hope in others and relies mostly on herself, and when she works in a team she generally only expects them not to get in her way. There is a kinder side to Aimee that she shows rarely, and generally only to those she calls her friends. Her friends need to be powerful, competent, and kind.

Biography: Aimee comes from the noble home of Reiterpallasch, explorers, scientist, and adventurers who have made many great discoveries for the benefit of mankind. Her father, the current heir of the Reiterpallasch family, is an alchemist who just recently discovered a cheap, controllably type of explosive propellent. Aimee’s mother was a former adventurer who often fought alongside her father, and help keep him in check back when they were young. It was her mother who taught Aimee how to fight, but it was her father who made and gave Aimee most of her equipment.

Aimee was raised to be wary of others. She was often warned by her father about how everyone could and would steal her fortune and fame away from her, and her mother told her some stories about the darker side of humanity. Thus Aimee grew up distrusting most people and becoming highly independent. Even now while she has good relationships with her parents, she doesn’t intend to stay at home and will carve out her own legacy.

Skills:
Aimee is a skilled combatant, capable of both ranged and melee combat. She prefers to use weapons such as thrusting swords or daggers, believing brute strength is a crutch when you have to fight against larger opponents who can easily out do the strength of any man. Thus you need speed and precision to not only avoid attacks, but also deliver critical blows. While Aimee is a decent archer she prefers to use her father’s home-made firearms which use his explosive propellant to fire silver bullets at her enemies. She has a wide variety of firearms back at her home that she’ll use to suit the prey she’s hunting at the time.

Aimee herself is very fast in both body and mind. She can analyze and react to situations in moments. Her formal education allows her to make calculations about her environment and her enemies to tip the battle in her favor, and her agile body allows her to avoid most attacks and out-maneuver her foes. She believes speed is power, and as long as she has that she needs nothing else. That being said, Aimee is not all knowing and tends to act passively when faced with an opponent she knows nothing about. And because she doesn’t favor armor or brute strength, Aimee has low defenses and if her mobility is hampered she would be in a very bad situation.

Lastly, Aimee’s formal class is Inquisitor. If a paladin is a cross between a warrior and a cleric, an inquisitor is a cross between a rogue and a cleric. Aimee’s class relies more on cunning and preparation instead of overwhelming might and indomitability. As an inquisitor Aimee also has access to a few holy magic, as well as unique magic only an Inquisitor can know. Her signature spell is called “Reload”, which normally just allows you to put a piece of ammo into a crossbow using only a voice command. However Aimee has tweaked the spell to allow her to do the same but with her bullets and guns, saving her a lot of time from reloading. It’s a very low level spell, but she uses it more than her stronger spells because of how useful it is.

Other:

Aimee’s spell list from strongest to weakest -
Reload: Readies ranged weapons to be fired again.
Sunlight: Creates a bright light. Can be dimmer if needed. Can also float in one spot or move wherever Aimee needs it.
Cure Light Wounds: Restores a small amount of damage.
Remove Poison: Removes any active poison from the target.
Blessed Weapon: Gives her weapon Holy Properties, allowing them to be highly effective against the undead and demons.
Iron Chains: Shoots out iron chains that wraps around and binds the target.
Smite: Strikes her foe with a divine bolt. Does massive damage against the undead and demons and prevents them from recovering their health for a short time. Against non undead or demonic opponents, it only creates a blinding light that stuns the target for a few seconds.
Sanctuary: Creates an impenetrable wall of Holy Energy in front of Aimee. It only lasts for as long as Aimee stays to maintain it, and once she moves away the wall will collapse.

While firearms are a staple in Aimee’s arsenal, her signature weapon is the Reiterpallasch, her family’s estoc. It is made of mithril, which makes it much lighter than normal metals as well as giving it silver properties. Her father has also fitted the Reiterpallasch with a gun built into the hilt, allowing Aimee to shot and stab someone at the same time. The Reiterpallasch as a sword specializes in thrusting attacks and doesn’t have an edge, but it does make her sword sturdier and she can simply beat people with the blunt side. She often uses a pistol named after her mother, Evelyn, which differs from most of her other pistols for having a long barrel. This allows for more accurate shot but makes it a bit heavier. If needed, it has a reinforced handle so she can grasp it by the barrel and bludgeon someone with it.