Zverda

D&D 5e - The Lost Lands

Thea smiled at Theodore before looking down at his mask, the thought that he would be wiling to remove it before her was pleasing. She understood his need to stick to the code the Templar's instilled in him, but she had her own reasoning for wanting to see his face. It was something familiar, something that anchored her and kept her grounded when things became hectic and confusing... both he and Haemar gave her that and Gods be damned if she wasn't at least a little selfish about it. "I will hold you to that promise Theodore," she told him as she gently placed the mask back on his face, her fingers gently tracing the side of it before she placed them behind her back, "A familiar face other than Haemar's is welcome to me during this confusion."

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As the Ravens darted past their Magnus, the Paladin frowned, this would be an enemy that would be hard for her to fight if they did not land. However, her worries were silenced as the large beasts settled on the ground... one of them choosing Cesar as their perch while the other decided it wanted to have some fun with their Templar. No fair... I want to have some fun with Theodore too... she thought as a pout crossed her face. The pout soon disappeared as Wick spoke, drawing the Aasimar's attention away from the amusing sight of a Raven on a Half-Elf... sounded like a good name for a song actually. She would have to talk to Cesar about making that a reality.

Thea understood what Wick was saying and the best she could do at the moment was prep her Thunderous Smite as it would at least knock the Raven off of her Bard friend. However, when she went to attack she was distracted by the fact that there was no blood from the wound the Raven inflicted on Cesar. It was a curious thing to experience, the lack of blood despite the attack was something she had never experienced, whether it be in her memories or experiences as a close combatant. As her sword came down, it missed the Raven by a feather, causing the woman to curse but that was ok... she would be ready if the creature opted to try to fly off with Cesar, she wasn't about to let anything bad happen if it could be helped. "Sorry I couldn't get him off of you my friend," she called, offering a lopsided smile as an apology.

Stuffs for you

Thea

Prep - Thunderous Smite
Attack Roll - Well damn - 11

Concentration remains for Thunderous Smite
Thea attempts a Passive Perception of wounds and their lack of bleeding with an 11

@The Harbinger of Ferocity@Hekazu@Cu Chulainn@JBRam2002

D&D 5e - High Seas and Tall Tales

Nemiea was not at all pleased with what was going on, mostly because the idea of being hit by fish rather than eating them was not a pleasant one to her. Part of her even wanted to take the fish and throw them at the serpents, but that would do very little other than feed them she was sure. Letting out a rather low growl, she turned and practically raced up the mast, her claws digging into the ice that had slicked the surface in its attempt to keep her from the Crows Nest. The moment her claws dug into the ice, she smirked, she was going to have some fun with this because why the hell not? Normal climbing was just too boring, "The storm is the wolf's doing!" she shouted as loud as she could manage, hoping her compatriots would be able to hear her over the roaring that was the blizzard. Turning her attention back to the mast, she opted to put her performance abilities to the test, "Xarzith shilta ti pok ve."

Climbing up the mast proved to be fun, just to amuse herself she would hoist herself up the frozen wood with her claws, ignoring the existence of the rope that was meant to assist her. Doing this meant she had to be careful with what she had planned and frankly, wrapping one's legs around a mast was not as easy as some would think. Letting out an annoyed sound, she secured her hold with her legs and let herself flop upside-down for a moment with one arm pressed agianst the mast for easy leverage back to climbing. Her eyes fell on the Northern most Serpent, her lips curling into a cruel smile. "Happy Birthday!" she shouted gleefully as she took aim at the creature with her flintlock and fired. A large orb of Lightning shot from the object, far larger than one would even think possible considering the size of the Magnus, and collided with the intended target.

Letting out a gleeful noise only her feline ears could hear, she used her arm to push herself back into an upright position so she could finish scurrying up into the Crow's Nest. Once there, she took aim once more, this time at the Southern most Serpent and pulled the Trigger. While the Size of this lightning ball was maybe only half that of the other, it struck true just as the first, leaving a very pleased Traxian relaxing up in her favorite perch. After all, what cat doesn't seek to be higher than everyone else? A crazy one, that's what.

STUPID SEA SNAKES

Atk roll 1 ---> 23 SUCCESS!
Atk roll 2 ---> 18 SUCCESS!

Hit 1 ---> 18 + 4 Charisma Mod
Hit 2 ---> 9 + 4 Charisma Mod

North Serpent dmg ---> 22
South Serpent dmg ---> 13

Decides to do some weird shit halfway up the mast --> 17 Acrobatics

Health: 38/72 AC:15

Spell slots

1 0/4
2 1/3
3 0/3
4 0/3
5 0/2

Sorcerer points: 8/10 remain

Utilized Feline Agility to Climb, cannot utilize again until movement for one turn in 0ft

D&D 5e - The Lost Lands

Thea had picked up on what Theodore had said through his mask and raised a delicate eyebrow before looking down at herself. The cloth beneath her plate hugged her form and it wasnt like you could see anything important as her chest was bound. Getting a rather amusing idea, the Paladin approached Theodore and playfully bumped his hip with her own like she used to when they had trained together during her quest for redemption. "What's wrong Theo?" she asked, now placing herself in front of him and peering down at him a bit as the top of his head came to her nose. However, her bending down a bit gave him clear view of the top of her bound chest.

Considering her placement, and the fact that he had a habit of getting distracted when she was close, Thea swiftly reached up and pulled the mask from his face. During this swift action, a wicked grin had crossed her face and she placed a kiss just at the corner of his mouth, placing the action mostly on his cheek. "You are just as adorable when you are flustered as I remember," she told him, brown eyes dancing in amusement.
@Hekazu

D&D 5e - The Lost Lands

Thea glanced over at Wick for a moment before beginning to remove her breastplate, figuring the cloth beneath would be good enough despite its more... Transparent nature. While the feel of the breastplate being removed pulled a content sigh from her, she looked down at the rest of her plate and systematically began to remove everything else. "Anything interesting on that map of yours?" Thea asked her friend before glancing back at Katia, then again at Theodore as his sudden embarrassment confused her, "As for your inquiries I am surprisingly unharmed, if not a little sore from the prior incidents that occurred. I honestly thought myself dead after that hit... Its spell wreaked."

The paladin scrunched up her nose as if to punctuate what she said before she carefully put everything in the bag she carried. Now that she was free of the heavier equipment for a bit, she walked over to the cartography map and stared at it with a frown on her face. Nothing about it was familiar to her, but then again, nothing was familiar to her friends either it seemed. ”So, I say we gather any resources we can see in the immediate area and take to exploring,” Thea stated, ever the adventurer, “After we rest up some, I need a break before I have to put my armor back on. As much as it allows freedom of movement, it still has some weight to it.”

The paladin made a face before smoothing her hands over the sheer cloth a few times, “Plus, the water looks rather refreshing to me,” she tacked on as she eyed the surprisingly clear lake, even if the stare held suspicions.

@Gordian Nought@The Harbinger of Ferocity@Big Dread@JBRam2002@Cu Chulainn

D&D 5e - The Lost Lands

Considering the gentle shake to her shoulder, the Paladin let out a soft groan of pain and shook her head before looking up at Theodore. "I am surprisingly ok, a little sore after the repeated somersault but alive," she informed the male, offering him a lopsided smile, "I was rather worried back there for a moment after that last hit, I thought I was a goner. I guess I can thank my blood for my resistance to such foul magics or I surely would have perished. How about you? How are you feeling after your own fall?"

As Thea waited for an answer, she let out a grunt and she stood, her body protesting violently after such a violent tumble in plate armor. "That was a less than pleasant fall, though also exhilarating at the same time," she murmured before going over to her weapon and yanked it out of the sand, "I am displeased with the fact that my blade has been dulled by this earth..." Looking over the blade she looked at her compatriots to see how they were fairing. The fight they had just experienced had been a strange one, their world falling apart and disappearing around them before a giant beast dissipated into smoke. Now on her two feet and sword back in hand, she surveyed the land they were on, her eyes scanning over the others and lingering on Katia, she had gotten a far better view during the battle than she would have otherwise.

"I am pleased to see you well Wick, I was worried for you back there... That creature was no joke," the woman called to the female caster. She had been worried about her friend back there and would have gladly died had that blast been the end of her, but thankfully it was not... and thankfully the creature had been furious with her for her first and only blow.

Excuse me, that's mine

Just in case it is needed, strength check to yank my blade from the earth - 18

perception check to their surroundings - 8 Crap roll XD

@The Harbinger of Ferocity@Gordian Nought@Hekazu

D&D 5e - High Seas and Tall Tales

Having landed on her feet with some minor Jarring, Nemiea couldn't help but glare at the cause of the tidal wave that had removed her from her perch on the Crow's Nest. "That was not very nice!" she half shouted, an angered look crossing her face before she leveled her Flintlock at the Wolf flying towards them. Two beams shot out of the weapon in consecutive order, both slamming into the beast to cause it some damage and seeming to please her greatly. However, knowing one of her compatriots was stuck in the water, she rounded on the Serpent closest to the shit and fired one last beam, the weapon seeming to refuse to fire off the last one. "Well damn," she murmured, letting out a huff as she jammed back the hammer on the weapon, [color=c0c0c0]"How rude of you Sienna, you aren't supposed to jam with magic you silly weapon!"

Despite the final misfire, she looked over at the Barbarian and smirked at him, "It seems your arm isn't as good as you thought it was my dear friend," she teased, offering the man a playful wink before twirling her pistol before looking towards her closest companion. Even in a fight, she was still all for teasing her friends.

BAD WOLFIE!

Atk roll 1 ---> 19 SUCCESS!
Atk roll 2 ---> 26 SUCCESS!
Atk roll 3 ---> 25 SUCCESS!
Atk roll 4 ---> 15 Well damn

Hit 1 ---> 6
Hit 2 ---> 4
Hit 3 ---> 4
Total Damage to Wolf: 10
Total Damage to North Serpent: 4

Health: 62/72 AC:15

Spell slots

1 0/4
2 0/3
3 0/3
4 0/3
5 0/2

Sorcerer points: 9/10 remain

D&D 5e - High Seas and Tall Tales

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D&D 5e - The Lost Lands

It was time for her to step forward, within a few steps she covered the 15 foot distance before her and the great beast, her brown eyes looking up at the monstrous beast before a cruel smile crossed her features. Even if she was not the one to fell the beast, she would hit it with everything she had left in her arsenal and once they were safe... yes, once they were safe she would see to Wick's injuries and ensure that her fellow Aasimir was healed. Hopefully this creature would be dead before it got a chance to target the other female again, otherwise Thea would have to ensure to heal her right away rather than waiting, she didn't need a creature like this taking out any of her friends, not while she was around.

Now toe to... foot... with the giant beast, the Paladin rose her weapon, the blade gleaming with the spells she had cast on it moments before. "Lets see how you do against the might of the Gods," she sneered before bringing the blade down in a mighty swing, the enchanted metal biting into the creature's form just before an bright flash of light erupted from the blade. If she was lucky, the creature's Will would not be as strong as her own and she would be safe for a little longer. However, to ensure that Wick would be ok, and would not have to deal with the outright damage that she would potentially have to deal with, Thea set herself between the Woman at the Monster. She would force herself to be the target if need be, saving Wick from any further damage, or so she hoped.

"Stay behind me if you can Wick," the Paladin shouted over the destruction of their world, "Allow me to be the focus of his attacks if he decides to strike whomever be closest." And at the time... the monster seemed to have it's choice of herself, or the monk who seemed to stand so precariously at the edge.

I SHALL SMITE THEE

Attack roll --> 20
Bardic Inspiration for insult to injury --> 4
Bringing Thea's total atk roll to 24

Before her attack, Thea utilizes a Spell slot to cast Divine Smite and she also utilizes a Bonus action to begin Concentration for Redeemed smite. Attack rolls are as follows:

Great Sword --> 9
Divine Smite --> 9
Redeemed Smite - Radiant Damage Chosen on Successful hit --> 12
Total Damage Done is 30

Leviathan must Succeed on a Will Save Throw or Thea gets a total of 12 Temp hit points

@The Harbinger of Ferocity

D&D 5e - The Lost Lands

@The Harbinger of Ferocity@Big Dread@Zverda@Cu Chulainn@JBRam2002@Hekazu

For a running tally, the turn-base damage against the Dark Leviathan, thus far, is:

Wick - 11 (Turn 1: EB and Hex)
Theodore – 7 (Turn 2: Hunter’s Mark and Crossbow Bolt)
Wick - 14 (Turn 2: Globe of Light and Hex)
Katia – 14 (Turn 2: Quarterstaff and Cat’s Claws)
Theodore – 13 (Turn 3: Hunter’s Mark and Crossbow Bolt)
Wick – 9 (Turn 3: EB without Hex)

Totaling to a grand total of 68 damage.

@Gordian Nought

Thea - 30 (Turn 3: Greatsword, Divine Smite, Redeemed smite) >.>

Bringing our grand total to 98

D&D 5e - High Seas and Tall Tales

*shrugs* I'm ok with it