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The Summer heat makes it difficult for me to think straight. Anyone I'm writing with should expect regular delays on my end until the temperature goes down.
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The Summer heat makes it difficult for me to think straight. Anyone I'm writing with should expect regular delays on my end until the temperature goes down.
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HAPPY NEW YEAR!
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It was nice knowing you, 2023. I only hope the year that comes after you is just as nice to know.
@Candykane "A deal is a deal," You say in a cold, steady voice.
"Of course." Abberline speaks an even reply before gesturing for you to hand over the compass.
Before you can act though, a second armed person and an unarmed demon make their entrance into your sanctum.
@XxFellsingxX "Good evening," You say as nonchalantly as you can. "Hope we're not interrupting."
"Oh no, you aren't interrupting anything." Abberline says to you, utterly unfazed by your shotgun and demonic companion. "I'll just be taking this compass and heading off, Don't mind-" The sound of whistling comin from no discernible source interrupts Abberline then, and causes him to turn and see the compass floating in mid air.
@Guardian Angel Haruki Abberline looks on in visible confusion as you hold the compass in front of him. Confusion turns to realization, and then to annoyance as you throw the compass to Mitra.
@RBYDark Abberline rounds on you and Kendra as you snatch the compass out of the air. "I told you I am in no mood for games, witch!" Abberline barked over his shoulder. "The magic may fade if I shoot you, but I know killing your friends here will not break the spell!" With that said, Abberline takes aim and opens fire on you and Kendra.
Edit:@rush99999 Are we going with each sqaure being 5ft or are we adding some distance to the squares. Seems like a pretty small battle field if we are going with the classic 5ft square.
Each square is indeed 5 feet. Also, there is more to the battlefield than what is shown on the map. I simply decided just to focus on the part that the boss fight is taking place in.
Now that everyone has rolled, here is the Initiative Order: Battlefield: 20 Cascade: 18 Aura: 17 Ervdul: 9 Yosef: 8 Jørmund: 5 Flicker: 3
Let me make a few edits to my latest post and then it will be Cascade and Aura's turns.
The battle raged long into the night. Beneath the light of the moon, the highwaymen and the attackers clashed again and again. For a time, both sides were locked into an intractable stalemate. But between Cascade and Flicker relieving the highwaymen where they faltered, Aura providing regular intelligence updates, and Jørmund fighting valiantly on the front lines, the battle looked to be turning in favor of the highwaymen as the first rays of dawn crested the horizon. But the battle wasn't over yet. Despite the stubborn defense put up by the highwaymen, the attackers refused to back down. And what's more, they had yet to bring their strongest fighters to bear against the defensive line.
That wouldn't be the case for long though.
Ever since Jørmund drank that bottle of Zing, the spectral visage of Haraldr that only he could see was rarely far from sight. The ghostly form of the raider watched the earth genasi as he fought, grinning with cruel enjoyment when Jørmund was struck or lost ground to the attackers and grimacing in annoyance when Jørmund felled a foe or pushed back an enemy advance. But as Jørmund struck down one more attacker, the enemy's fall revealed that Haraldr had moved to stand right behind the adversary. The raider was grinning at Jørmund. And after a moment, Haraldr opened his mouth in silent, sadistic laughter.
A split second later, a ball of burning bile flew through the apparition, dashing it from existence and striking Jørmund on the chest. "I have been waiting for this moment!" A familiar ignan voice exclaimed. The burning bipedal newt that Aura had identified as Yosef stood ten feet away from Jørmund. "Ervdul cannot save you now, Northman!" Yosef declared. "For your mockery, I will remind you in the worst of ways that fire melts frost!"
A little further back from Yosef, the animated drow statue known as Ervdul moved towards the right flank of the battlefield while observing a group of highwaymen led by the warforged that had commanded the reinforcements the party had summoned earlier. Now the constructed commander was leading a charge up the left hand side of the battlefield to great effect against the attackers.
Meanwhile, fresh reinforcements from both sides charge into the fray to relive their comrades and strike against their foes.
Yosef spits fire at Jørmund, dealing 11 points of fire damage.