Turbowraith

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

Lex turned his back on the officials and withdrew silently, still visibly angered. He faced the more conversational of the guards, and offered only an indeterminate glare, before scanning the skirmish's aftermath. The one who had asked for healing was conversing with Ceria. He would return to her later. For now, there was one more body in need of searching, and this one had no need of its' equipment. As before, the paladin loomed over it, and began relieving it from anything he could spot. Perhaps they would prove useful to the group, later on.

He first placed his findings neatly beside the body, before moving them along with the rest for easy transport. Gold and silver. A great amount for a thug. Two vials, apparently potions of some sort. Perhaps the warlock could identify them. An axe, of large size and in decent condition, and a cleaved coat of mail. Then... Another vial, this one empty, and bearing the name of Araerys. Lex swiftly placed that within his pack.

Once a stack had been made, formed by the possessions of the caster and his now dead ally, Lex took a moment to consider the two still-living bodies, before squinting slightly, at the sound of Yvah's voice. They had to get moving, true, and only hours separated them before a certain ritual that needed their attention. Grabbing the drifter, he slung him over his unharmed shoulder, and without much of a reaction, attempted to do the same with the human. His expression faintly hardened as the weight pushed against a still open wound, but that did not prevent him from speaking in a voice almost indistinguishable from his usual tone, albeit with a hint of effort. "Gather the bandits' items." he coughed, addressing noone in particular, before moving out with slow and heavy steps.

Effects:

After an investigation roll of 16, with disadvantage, Lex removes any gear he can find from the goliath. He then carries both the drifter and the human, as their weight does not exceed his lifting capacity.

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

Lex's palm was hovering just above the gash near the yet unnamed woman's abdomen. He squinted, staring at her intently, seemingly about to say something, but quickly turned around, his cloak swaying violently from the suddenness of his motion. Seems he was interrupted by the barking of an apparent official. Said officer of sorts was not alone, but accompanied by a number of guardsmen, as his kind often was, and was hastily, without much thought, about to detain the feline acrobat, simply due to the fact that she was covered in blood. Few things could stir such an immediate response from the paladin, but an abuse of authority, and a glaring failure to differentiate sin from innocence was one of them. After the feral caster had spoken her mind, he grabbed his bloodied hammer with both hands, the head still hanging downwards, and walked a few hasty paces forward into the ice. He lifted it slowly, and thrust it against the ground, shattering the ice around it.

"Looks guilty?" He snarled, before raising his voice. "It is I who killed the cutthroat, for if I had not, an innocent may have died. If you wish, arrest me, and risk not only the wrath of General Aengus, whom we serve, but of a Vehemus." For such a relatively long stream of words to exit Talionis' mouth, he must have been beyond angered, and his tone, not to mention his visage, made that apparent. He locked himself firmly in place, returning to the resting position he held not long before, and fixed his eyes on the approaching group.

Effects:

Lex informs the guards of his group acting under the General's orders, perhaps making them rethink their actions, while making a spectacular (blatant sarcasm) intimidation roll of 6, cut down from a 10 due to a disadvantage.

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

"You are alive."

It was hard to tell whether Lex was to any extent pleased with the warlock's return, or was simply stating the obvious. After giving the latter a drawn-out, yet vacant stare, he was quick to turn his attention elsewhere. The looting of dead and still-alive bodies concerned him little, as did the frightened slum-dwellers. None seemed injured in any way. The same could not be said for most of his group, as well as the unidentified woman, currently conversing with the nature-witch. He would see to them later. For now, he focused on the body laying at his feet. Leaning, he reached for the drifter's chest, and clutched the numerous layers of cloth covering it. With a thump and a soft clutter, the spellcaster's body was tossed closer to the group, should they decide to search it or find some other use with the creature. Walking towards the body, he knelt and began separating it from its' more prominent armaments, such as the staff, tossing them close aside one by one.

He soon rose again, and after briefly scanning his surroundings, he finally laid his weapon down, the hammer's head possibly cracking one of the paving stones as it slammed against it. Lightly leaning against the hilt's other end, both of his palms firmly resting atop the tubular pommel, he proclaimed, to no one person in particular. "Those in need of mending, come."

Effects

Lex moves the unconscious Drifter closer to the group, and separates him of any gear he can find. (Investigation roll: 16) He then offers healing to anyone who approaches.

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

Lex briefly ran his fingers along the newest bloodstain on his mail coat. A small, momentary twitch on an otherwise reserved expression once the goliath finally showed some signs of wear was all that heralded the coming assault. The paladin swung his maul backwards, as far as his hands would let him, and took a quick step back. His eyes flared up with primeval hatred as the true nature of his feint was revealed. In the blink of an eye, he rushed against his target, crouching slightly, and unleashed a devastating blow. In its' curved path, the hammer briefly gritted against the stone pavement, producing a small trail of sparks that violently dispersed as it met the enforcer's head. A sickening multitude of snaps and cracks was heard as the goliath's head lost its' form entirely, and twisted backwards in an unnatural angle, spraying blood and gray matter across the street, and possibly, at the unfortunate feline as well.

Bypassing the still-twitching corpse, which had been knocked belly-side-up, Lex readjusted his weapon's grip so that it stood straight, the massive weight facing the sky, and with gradually increasing speed, ran to Arthera's side, partly to aid her, and partly to cut off the spellcaster's retreat. As he neared, he proclaimed with a booming voice.

"Keep this one alive. Until he returns Ulor."

We did it boys and girls!

Lex absolutely obliterates the Goliath's face, rolling an attack roll of 19, an initial damage roll of a meager 6, but because gods bless Great Weapon Fighting, it is rerolled into a spectacular 15

He then moves thirty feet to the West.

@The Harbinger of Ferocity is up next!

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

Blood spurted as the brute's axe dug deep into Lex's shoulder blade. He felt muscle and skin giving way before his collarbone cracked under the immense pressure of the goliath's weapon. He slowly knelt under the strain without uttering a single word, only breathing heavily through clenched teeth. And it was then that another one of the bandits intervened, and thrust his blade towards him, striking true. Not a moment later, Lex's stare went vacant and he slumped against the ground, clearly unconscious, his hands still clumsily wrapped around the warhammer. But it seemed it was not the end for him. Not yet, anyways. He felt something faintly pressing against his ankle and a rejuvenating wave of magic washed over him, apparently courtesy of the newcomer that had not long ago caused the gang to collide with his own group. A curious turn of events. Though it appeared as if the Paladin took no time to consider it. Instead, he gathered his strength, and with the injuries on his back and chest in a much better condition, he slowly pushed himself into a standing position, using his good arm to firmly grab hold of his weapon's hilt.

All the while, the feline acrobat had gotten herself stabbed, and shortly thereafter maimed one of the goons into submission with a complex display of agility. Fortunately, she had dashed out of harm's way. The same could not be said for Ulor, however. Lex faintly narrowed his eyes at the sight the rag-clad spellcaster somehow banishing what could be considered -by the paladin's standards, at least- a long time travelling companion, and quickly shifted his attention towards the still-standing goliath. Regaining his posture, he lunged towards his target, paying little heed to the human beneath his boots, and thrust his weapon forward with a sudden movement, meaning to strike the brute's upper body. His still open wounds, however, paired with the bandit's own armored frame, made it easy for the latter to withstand the blow without a noticeable effect. Lex scowled, and one close enough could even hear him produce a momentary rasp. Assuming a defensive stance, he brought his hammer closer to himself and locked his own eyes with the Goliath's.

I swear guys we're gonna get him eventually

Lex returns from a prone position to a standing one, expending half of his movement points, and then closes the gap between himself and the goliath.
Lex then attempts to attack the goliath, but having rolled a 12, fails the roll.

@The Harbinger of Ferocity is up next!

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

As the brawl raged, the knight took a moment to assess the situation, his attention mainly caught by that unexpectedly appearing damsel in distress. But that moment seemed more than enough for two of his groupmates and the previously mentioned woman to suffer serious injuries by a potentially untrained rabble. Only that robed spellcaster seemed actually formidable, but he too would be dealt with just like the others. One could argue that Lex felt a hint of annoyance at his allies' incompetence, but if any such feelings were present, they were masked under a faint snarl. He remained still for a short while, raising his hammer and assuming an offensive posture. When his eyes stopped darting from blaggard to blaggard, fixing themselves upon the one that Lex deemed as an ideal target, he commenced his attack.

The unfortunate object of the knight's aggression was none other than the goliath, who was previously struck by his allies' magic. He charged in a curved trajectory, so as to avoid stepping into the bulk of that most impractical sheet of ice which covered a large part of the alley, and taking wide, heavy steps he steadily built up momentum. As he neared his target, he paid no heed to the sound of the magical frost crunching against his boots, and swung his battlehammer in a sideways arc, aiming to strike the crook somewhere near his chest.

Stop! Hammer time!

Lex attempts to Attack the goliath, after moving two spaces diagonally southeast and two spaces east.

Attack Roll: 23
Damage Roll: 12 (14-2 due to error)

@The Harbinger of Ferocity is up next!

Revenant: A Sci-Fi Adventure (Always Accepting!)

A while back...

"...Hey there Joe, we didn't get a chance to properly meet earlier... ...the Alliance has us all dead-to-rights for one reason or another... And I guess you're wrapped up with us now... ...can't guarantee the Alliance won't send someone after you if you leave... ...we definitely need someone with your skills to help keep our engines goin'... if you decide to stay, maybe I can convince the Alliance to pay you for your time... twice the usual going rate for a mechanic, how's that sound?..."

"Fuck." Joe thought. "How'd I get myself into this mess? These people are on death row for chrissakes. Can't even run away from the looks of it. Too risky. Don't want no secret agents on my ass. Not with my record."

Strangely enough, Joe was locked deep in thought. He didn't even bother responding to mister death row commando over there, and even stranger, that was entirely unintentional. Snooping around the deck for a while, he found a quiet corner within the ship to get his shit together, while waiting for it to reach Minos station.-

Wait a second. Minos station? Well, what would you know. A couple of friends from the old days mentioned that name a while back. Hell, some might still be waltzing around that hole. With some luck -"Come on, Lady, don't bail on me now", a whisper escaped his lips- they could still be alive and well, and most importantly, still in possession of their little... Respectable establishments. If Joe were to join the rest of these spacefaring crooks, he may as well have his emergency stash with him.

And so he went. Once the ship landed, he coughed a barely audible "Bebacksoondon'worry" before darting out of it in search of wild geese. The place, besides being the equivalent of hell's gutter, was also a goddamn labyrinth. With only a faint hint of the directions once told to him in mind, his haste and resulting dismay increased exponentially after every corner he skidded around, or ass-ugly alien he bumped into. As he charged deeper and deeper into the station's heart, seemingly out of whatever reach the so-called authorities might have, he began to make sense of his surroundings, and that's when Joe realized...

He was absolutely lost. I mean, what kind of idiot tries to find an obscure joint in a place he's never set foot on before, based on instructions given to him about five or so years ago? He ran his hands through his dubiously clean hair, and spun in place, taking a good, long 360-degree look around the place, compulsively repeating names he barely remembered. "Crump's Emporium, Wicked Wrenches, Fixer's. Crump's Emporium, Wicked Wrenches F-" Joe froze for a second, his eyes wide open. Straight ahead, half-hidden in an alley, or whatever passed as one in a space station, there hung a barely functional trineon sign. "-ixers. Gahdblessya Lady." Joe stuffed his hands in the pockets of these god-awful overalls he had on from when he was still locked up by those freaks at the station, and walked towards the shop with a wide, shit-eating grin and an exaggerated swagger. Seems that today wasn't going to be a bad day after all.

Present Time...

"Jesus fuck!" Joe eloquently exclaimed, still startled from the blast. "What was that?!" Before he could make any sense of the situation, however, the Supertrooper began dispensing orders, aided by the ship's intercoms. Apparently, one of the engines wasn't in great shape. Nothing he couldn't solve. "Carnifex manifold crack..." Gore repeated, more interested than he was annoyed. Breathing a heavy sigh, he unzipped a newly (and mysteriously) acquired gym bag of great proportions, and after ruffling through a bunch of clothes, and some other hardware, he pulled out something he hadn't seen in quite a while. His trusty toolbox. "Been a while, love." He muttered contently, as he slung his bag over his shoulder and made his way towards the lowest level, wondering just how well that Benny guy could handle himself.

Revenant: A Sci-Fi Adventure (Always Accepting!)

And here's my spectacular return from the dead. Hello once again people.

@Crossfire, I'm worried that I may have taken too many liberties with my latest post for the sake of getting up to speed. Do tell me if I need to change anything.

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

Perhaps it was the inexplicable exhaustion, or the accumulated anger that forced Lex to remain unresponsive as the festivities raged around him, and simply cringe bitterly at the sight of his associates failing time after time to reach an understanding with that guard captain, before finally being let through to continue their business. Speaking of that one, Lex was not at all pleased with his eagerness to receive gold, and made his thoughts clear with a fleeting glare before he followed the rest towards the building's interior.

If the rambling gnome irritated the paladin, he did not let it show as he proceeded wordlessly into the building. A slight smoothing of the brow indicated that Talionis was not unpleasantly surprised with the interior. In the place of grandiose decorations there lay only the bare necessities. Basic furniture and armament racks. Approaching the general, he gave a nod, bordering on a bow, with utmost solemnity, and awaited for the others to be seated, placing his palms against the tip of his hammer's hilt, its' head resting against the stone floor. The general's demeanor, the few words he shared so far, and the state of what could very well be his usual dwelling did not disagree with Lex.

In a rare display of acknowledgement, the paladin subtly faced Ceria as she spoke of the group's deeds in that thrice-cursed place and responded to her glance with a deep, somber gaze, as best as he could manage at least. So many needlessly lost, and for what nefarious reason? They knew but fragments so far. It was then that the feral woman, the one wielding strange magic, first spoke of this matter. And conveniently enough, she brought up the doomsayer incident. Once she had finished speaking, the paladin added a few more words, never straying too far from his usual tone.

"And how are they being dealt with?"

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

The events that had previously transpired only served to further anger the paladin. Whatever magics the Hag had called upon were unlike most things he'd seen before, leaving him in and even deeper state of contemplation than usual. The party's arrival at Bourgund was not exactly welcome either, since massive cities like these are prone to stall the party's pursuit even more.

The comforts of a good night's sleep in an otherwise passable inn were lost on Lex. He slept as always. Uneasily, with his armor on and his massive battlehammer ready. Even though Lex's dreams were indistinct and hazy, and most of them were forgotten upon waking up, he could not shake off the feeling of them becoming progressively bleaker. It was as if some nebulous influence slowly enveloped him. He opened his eyes at dawn's first light, his mail rattling loudly as he roused himself from a sitting position that had remained unchanged throughout the night.

Lumbering out of the room, the man grabbed hold of a rather sizable fur cloak, and draped it over his shoulders with one swift motion. Upon reaching the tavern's main room, his movements changed, shifting from normal to deliberately slow and cautious. The establishment was strangely empty, especially for this time of day. An ill omen indeed. The ensuing talk with the tavernmaster, however, seemingly liberated Lex of his suspicions soon enough, as he shared a few simple but useful enough information with him, and apparently the group as a whole.

When his admittedly unappealing breakfast of beans, bread and pork was done, Lex followed the rest to their supposed destination. Even before properly leaving the establishment, the cries of what sounded similar to a preacher, or a doomspeaker were heard, and muffled as they were, scraped at the back of his head. Him mentioning the Sea Hag made Lex's grip on his weapon infinitely tighter. As he approached the scene, he squinted at the sight of the dragonborn dismissing whatever poor fools were listening to his drivel. With the musically inclined tiefling and Ulor of all people standing nearby, this was no coincidence indeed.

No sooner than the dragonborn revealed his true allegiances, Lex sprung into action. He completely ignored his elven companion's call, moved closer towards the conman, well within an audible range, and ceased his advance as abruptly as it had began. Momentarily loosening his hand, he let the hammer's head slam against the ground, producing a somewhat loud, yet still conspicuous to most clang, and spoke.

"And who was the one who paid you for this, dragonborn?"

Rolls

Lex's hostile demeanor may be considered frightening. Intimidation check:
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