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Kosara Tiefling, Warlock (Celestial), Level 03 HP: 21/ 21 Armor Class: 12(15 Mage Armor) Conditions: N/A Location: Town’s Square (G12->D13->D14) Action: Attack with magical Pact Scimitar (18 att – 4 magical slashing dmg) Bonus Action: N/a Reaction: N/a |
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All things considered, tonight it turned to be a night of new experiences and excitement. Only issue seemed to be that all the experiences and excitement weren’t of the good sort really. Of course it was all very grand and adventurous and heroic in the grand scheme of things. Nights like this one and what was happening, was what grand stories of adventure, fables and legends were made out of, but it really wasn’t as nice as Kosara expected. Of course, she concluded that feeling of ‘wrongness’ was probably the after effects of NEARLY DYING, to 2 huge blasted holes in her chest that luckily had closed now, but the mortal injuries had left the energetic and bubbly tiefling a bit affected. Whatever had snapped inside her mind at the prospect of nearly dying, the maniacal glee and abyssal energies inherent to tieflings that caused her retaliatory conflagration at Cavendish, had left Kosara quite shocked, quiet and almost out of it as people acted around and the combat proceeded as normal, to her eyes everything briefly moving in a haze, almost as if her perception had become twisted, the noises were distant and partially obscured as if her ears were filled with water.
Deep breaths, one, two, three, repeat. She was breathing heavily as the world around continued, there were noises of things being hit, spells flying, orders being called out and the very hatable voice of a certain faux constable that caused the haze and the dullness around her to finally snap and break off.
” AH!” She gasped loudly, all the hazy images and muted sounds returning to normal in an instant, mind kicking back into full speed action, She turned on her heel, trying to assess the situation and in typical Kosara fashion a snap decision was made, a plan was forged and she dashed fearlessly into activity. In trained dexterous and dance-esque movements she wove her way around V and Kathryin, actually finding herself into the treeline on the other side of the fire pits, closer to Constable douche than ideal, but big tree did big block… probably.
She turned around and with a spin, looked at the spot Kathryn had attacked and damaged on the cage, so she aimed for it too with nary a word( very unusual for her). The scimitar cut into the damaged wood, chopping off a bit of the thing, but her angle must have been wrong or bad because it didn’t quite chop through it entirely, leaving the cage bit holding on for dear existence by a sliver of it’s material. A very heroic and dedicated cage this was. In any case with her attack done, Kosara dove deeper around the cage and into the treeline, to hinder line of sight with the pesky constable and gain protection from the glorious tree trunks and the foliage.
@Sigil