Zverda

D&D 5e - The Lost Lands

She had no idea what was going on with these shadows, or maybe it was her? As she swung her greatsword at the shadow, the blade seemed to glance off the creature, causing a string of curses to slip from her mouth. Her aggravation was clear and she found herself wishing to simply punch the creature before her. Why weren't her attacks working? Clearly someone out there was mocking her and making her purpose seem useless, unachievable or simply a joke and the thought that any higher power would do that caused her hold on the hilt of her blade to tighten. If she didnt hit next time there was no saying what she would do.

My Hider

Failed attack roll with a 15... Slowly making Thea extremely annoyed 😂

Health: 23/28
AC: 18
Spells used: 2/2
Hunter's Mark: Active - Concentration 1hr

@Big Dread - better hurry up 😂

The Hub Planet - Vasishka - Open

Drekavac whipped their head around upon hearing Creft's voice, a spark of hope in Their eyes that quickly disappeared when the General sat down. "A travel ban?" They questioned, Their voice deep and clearly annoyed, "How are we supposed to get back to doing what we do if we cant leave?" By the end of Their statement their voice had turned into a growl. The Akæn was usually much calmer, but Chayyliel was dangerously close to bursting forth, They handled anger better than Drekavac did. However, Chayyliel is not what They needed right now considering They were no good at diplomacy unless it had to do with battles of any kind, Drekavac handled everything else that Diplomacy covered.

"Any word on how much longer we have to wait? I fear that even my patience has a limit and I am coming dangerously close to the end of it," They stated before flopping in a chair beside Creft, "Do you know where Abasil is? He was supposed to be here ages ago as well..." Letting out a sigh, They crossed their legs and made a face, They were growing bored and chances were so would Chayyliel if They came out. Drekavac rubbed Their face and rolled Their eyes after a moment longer, "I am going to take a nap, wake me when you need me."

With that said, Drekavac seemed to melt away, black hair growing much longer and turning into a blonde color as their features became more feminine and metal seemed to spring to life across their skin. Ruby red lips pursed together and blue eyes narrowed, "I see that we have made no progress in being seen," came a feminie voice, light... yet slightly cold, "Is it custom to keep a Royal waiting? I would hate to see what would happen if I were truly here on a diplomatic mission. Maybe if I was it would have lit a fire under their asses."

@Hekazu@Gordian Nought@JBRam2002@fer1323

The Hub Planet - Vasishka - Open

Chayyliel/Drekavac

Chayyliel/Drekavac - Ready for Judge-y McJudgingson to have a look

Chayyliel/Drekavac

Hell's Sharpshooter

Name:

Female: Chayyliel

Nicknames:

• Chay
• Liel


Male: Drekavac

Nicknames:

• Dre
• Kavac
• Kav

Title: Chief of Special Operations

Male Height: 6’9
Female Height: 6’6

Male Weight: 210 lbs
Female Weight: 185 lbs

Age: Adult

Race:
Akæn are more well known than people may think, but not in the sense that they are an alien race but rather mythological beings. Humans thought the Akæn to be beings from Heaven… or was it Hell? It’s a hard thing to determine when half of you is responsible for the belief of beings made by a righteous God while the other half is responsible for the belief of fire and brimstone. ‘Angels’ aren’t as innocent as the humans thought however, in fact… the ‘Angels’ are the real ‘Demons’ while ‘Demons’ tend to have more of the polite and defensive disposition that ‘Angels’ were meant to have. Much like humans, Akæn harbor both ‘Angel’ qualities and ‘Demon’ qualities within them, unlike humans, they are able to swap genders on a whim depending on the situation they find themselves in. The female side of the Akæn, or the ‘Angels’, tend to be offensive and brutal in their methods of fighting, each one specializes in a singular ability and hones it until they have perfected any and all methods related to that ability. However, they are also what could be considered a Glass cannon, their defenses suffering greatly thanks to their focus on their offensive capabilities. On the flip side, the males, or ‘Demons’, tend to focus strictly on their defensive capabilities, preferring to talk their way out of situations and deflecting blows should it happen. It is because of these capabilities that this race is known to intervene in disputes far more than almost any other race.

Now the LONG information if you so choose to read

So, you know caste systems? Yeah, you can blame the Akæn for that… the Hindus were the ones who had the first interaction with this Alien race, which makes sense right? After all, history does point to them believing their God’s came from space. During their time on earth teaching the Ancient Indians, they were often referred to as ‘Aryans’ due to their near perfect nature. Hey look, another thing you can blame on them! I mean Hell, or maybe Heaven, Hitler decided to use the term Aryan for a reason to continue exterminating people. After a few centuries, the Akæn that had made contact with the Ancient Indians, now Hindus, left the planet without any warning. As much as they enjoyed being worshiped, they had a home they wished to return to, after all… humans do get boring after awhile.

Now, let’s talk about their home world, Elysium… sounds like paradise right? After all, most Mythology makes it seem like the place you want to go and maybe their version is. As far as the planet? Well it’s not a complete shithole or anything, actually, it’s rather pretty and the three moons at night make for a beautiful image for painters. What makes the planet so damn weird is the type of metal used to create their buildings and weaponry, it moves constantly shifting shape and color as it saw fit while not harming anyone or anything in the process. All metal within Elysium is like this, it is also the very thing that makes us… I mean the Akæn, so unique. Not only is it a part of everything that is metal, weapons… buildings… vehicles… everything and yes, that includes some aspects of the Akæn as well.

Speaking of Akæn’s and Living metal, that’s a whole other can of worms that we just opened here. I mean, it’s not all that bad but when you have 169 combinations of metals, pure and alloys, doesn’t leave too much room for discrimination right? Yeah, I laughed at that too… it leaves plenty of room for discrimination, especially since these people use the lovely and severely outdated caste System based on the type of Metal or Alloy that bonds, the purer the metal, the higher you were in the system. It doesn’t matter if you have two types, or even three however, whatever metal was the most prominent was where you landed. Have a mixture of Tungsten and Copper but the Copper has a higher presence percentage? Welp, looks like you are a Dominion. However, as long as you have at least a quarter Gold or Silver within your metal, you bump up almost immediately to either Seraphim or Powers caste. It’s a little fuckered don’t you think? Especially since it doesn’t work that way with any other castes. Once you are settled in your caste you are stuck there, and obviously there are people who look down on you if you are lower than them.

Now, just because I don’t want to have to answer questions about who fits where and what is what… here is a the lovely caste System.

Seraphim: Royals - Gold
Powers: Nobles - Silver
Archangels: Fighters - Chromium, Tungsten and Silver
Principalities: Public Servants - Molybdenum, Tantelum, Chromium
Cherubim: Medical - Nioblum, Magnesium and Tantelum
Dominion: Trade Crafters - Copper and Titanium
Angels: Laborers - Iron, Zirconium and Titanium

Well, I hope this helps you because frankly? I have better things to do and I am pretty sure I hear General Creft calling. Take care and please don’t ask me any further questions, I really don’t have time for you.

Tier: Medium (high 4)

Group(s): Ragnarov Fleet

Appearance:

Chayyliel

Tall and lithe like an elf, Chayyliel’s muscular build is not as prominent as her male counterpart. The living metal introduced to her body at a young age formed ito wings with blade like feathers, fusing to her spine and shoulder blades for accurate lift capabilities. Due to the surprising intricacy of her wings, small implementations had to be made to allow better control of these large appendages, causing her abilities to control the Alloy to climb to a surprising degree. When her wings are not in use, the metal seems to fuse to her skin like armor, bleeding to areas where vital organs could be found. Due to the metal taking such actions, she rarely feels as if she needs to wear clothing as the metal is almost always in an armored state unless she is fighting. When battle is near, she if often found wearing clothing that is easy to move in, usually pats and an open-back shirt. Any dresses are usually ceremonial as the flowing garments are impractical, not that her waist length blonde hair is any better but, she refuses to cut her hair as it “Frames my Topaz eyes Beautifully”.

Chayyliel

Chayyliel’s wings

The Feathers are made of a mixture of Tungsten and Chromium while the Pectoral Girdle is straight Gold. Feathers can be utilized as Knives if need be and can essentially be ‘shot’ from the wings, used in emergency cases only.

Drekavac

While the living metal showed itself on Chayyliel as wings, on Drekavac they formed into an impressive set of blades along his forearms. The blades upon his arms typically lay flat on his skin like shining scales, only seeming to ‘burst’ to life upon need of defense. Apart from blades and the ability to force his living metal to spring forth where it is needed for defense, Drekavac is a relatively normal looking male humanoid, though rather tall. At least, until he smiles, flashing a set of rather impressive canines that look as if they were designed to tear your esophagus from your neck. Years of Martial arts training have assisted him in keeping a well toned body, his muscles visible but more tone rather than bulky. Black hair flows rather straight down the back of his neck, coming to rest mid-shoulder blade. An array of short and long bangs frame a handsome face , the locks stopping no shorter than his eyebrows but no longer than the corner of his mouth, the black color plus long lashes causing scarlet eyes to pop, drawing attention easily. “Honestly I wish people would stop staring.”

Drekavac

Personality:
Female: Usually considered abrasive to those who do not know her, Chayyliel is far kinder than most would imagine. However, despite how kind she appears, she is equally violent. Armed with an array of laser based firearms, this ‘Angel’ will shoot someone with little provocation due to her ‘trigger happy’ nature. If you manage to befriend her, you will never have a more loyal compatriot.

Male: Nearly the opposite of his other half, Drekavac tends to be more on the submissive side of things. While her prefers to keep out of fights as much as possible, he is fully capable of defending himself if needed. Like his female counterpart, he is very loyal but, unlike her, far kinder and less prone to violent outbreaks. The ‘Demon’ is basically everything you expect him not to be. If you need some diplomacy, he is your best bet.

Abilities, Talents, Traits, Powers:
Trait: Living Metal

• Tier: 4
  
  • Information:
    
    • Living metal is given to every Akæn when they come of age, the metal that bonds with them determining which Caste they end up in and what they are meant to become proficient in. Unlike the bloodtype of humans, Living Metal type has nothing to do with your parents as they could easily both be Iron but their child could end up Titanium bound. The Living Metal binds in many different ways, be it simply existing on the surface of one’s body or against the very bones with the ability to move through the Alien’s pores to be utilized externally. It can take nearly any shape that the host wants but may need assistance working (I.E. while it can turn into a firearm, it is useless unless you feed normal rounds through it). There seems to be almost no limit to the metal’s flexibility, at least, as long as the Host doesn’t have a limit to their imagination. If a part of the metal is incinerated, it can be replenished, but the individual will be eating an awful lot during the time that the metal is being regenerated. Thanks to the symbiotic relationship between Metal and Host, Akæn do not die of disease and suffer very limited age related issues as the metal constantly ‘refreshes and revitalizes’ its host for optimal functionality. Life span can range anywhere from 1,500 to 2,000 years max pending no one blows their head off, or otherwise deals a mortal wound.

Ability: Sharpshooter

• Tier: 3
  
  • Information:
    
    • Thanks to the Living Metal within her eye, she has artificial cones and the ability to force her eyes to dilate, allowing for enhanced vision up to 16 times that of a normal human. When absolutely necessary, she is able to create a scope utilizing her living metal and she has a specialized magnifying glass that attaches to the scope, the glass working with the living metal in her cones to amplify her ‘sight’ capability by another 16 fold making that a total of 256 times that of an average human. In order to maintain her steady posture and firing capabilities, living metal runs along the length of her Ulna, locking her arm in place and eliminating any shaking that usually occurs when one aims their weapon. Due to her spending eighty years of her life training with a variety of firearms, Chayyliel can use almost anything depending on reasonable bodily limitations and RARELY misses her target.

Talent: Diplomacy

• Tier: 1
  
  
  
  • Information:
    
    • While Drekavac may be good with words, there is nothing about him that would put him above a human’s ability to talk to others. In fact, the only advantage he really has is his age, and even then he is still only considered a ‘Young Adult’ by his races standard.

Ability: Close Quarters Combat/Defense

• Tier: 3
  
  • Information:
    
    • Where Chayyliel excels in ranged combat, Drekavac excels in close quarters, his living metal encasing his bones to allow him to take harder hits more often. To ensure he is never without protection he has mastered the art of pushing the Living metal from the inside of his body to the outside of the body at a single thought. The shape of the metal is determined by what he needs at the moment, be it a set of gauntlets or simply a shield, and he is fully capable of adjusting the amount of Living Metal in certain parts of his body, allowing him to shift his weight ratio at a whim. His abilities in both defense/Offense and Living Metal are just as high as his other half considering he has been working on it just as long.

Power: Empathic Influence

• Tier: 2
  
  • Information:
    
    • Their Empathic Influence is a 300m aura around them that considerably boosts the morale, stamina, and overall battle prowess of their allies while simultaneously reducing any opponent's combat-effectiveness within their 300m Aura and 100m Aura around her allies by eroding their will to fight.

Items:

Metabolic injection:

• Tier: 2
  
  
  
  • Information:
    
    • Thanks to their need to ingest enough food to feed a platoon should any of their living metal be incinerated or lost they must replenish their metal supply. The Metabolic injection bypasses the need to eat so much food and also gives their a boost of energy that lasts approximately one hour before crashing. “Oh look! Nap time!”

Azah

• Tier: 3
  
  
  
  • Information:
    
    • Azah, or God’s Fire, is a rifle that usually starts out with a long barrel, allowing Chayyliel to shoot over fantastical distance. The firearm was designed especially for them by the gunsmiths of Elysium, nothing but living metal, minus the microfusion generator and adjusting lense that allows the beam to be discharged at all. To ensure that the rifle cannot be fired by anyone but Chayyliel, her own living metal fuses with small parts of the weapon, allowing for the safety to be disengaged. On the rare occasion Chayyliel finds herself at a close enough range, the firearm seems to meld into a shorter barrel and rather than shooting photon lasers, it shoots small balls of energy that explode upon impact with either target or object. “I am pretty sure I told you you wouldn’t be able to use her.”

Uriel

• Tier: 2
  
  • Information:
    
    • The only thing truly special about Uriel is the laser fused within the weapon that is designed to bloom quickly. The low energy of the laser allows one to actually be able to see while utilizing the weapon, cutting through Drekavac’s enemies easily. Just as Chayyliel’s weapon could not be used without her Living Metal’s Signature, Uriel’s laser does not activate without Drekavac’s hand on the hilt. Though not easily seen, there is an area within the hilt that allows his living metal to seep through, activating the energy source of the sword’s laser. “Hey now, that’s nothing more than a fancy stick to you.”

History:
Born to Chromium and Tungsten parents as a girl, ChayVac constantly flopped between genders without any warning until they hit puberty… something that is completely normal for the Akæn. When they hit five years of age they were brought to the Temple where they would be bonded with their living metal, their parents excited to see what their child’s life would have in store for them. The entire process is that of a ritual for the Akæn, the small child sitting within a room with an elder, their legs crossed and hands in their lap as they simply waited. First, the Elder took a vial of blood from ChayVac, bringing it over to each of the metals and allowing a single drop of blood to hit each of the metals. Whatever metals would react were what the child would end up bonding with, it was the same for everyone. In ChayVac’s case, their parents were thrilled when the child’s blood caused both the Tungsten and Chromium to react… but they never guessed what would happen next.

Iron - Negative
Zirconium - Negative
Copper - Negative
Titanium - Negative
Nioblum - Negative
Magnesium - Negative
Tantelum - Negative
Molybdenum - Negative
Chromium - Positive
Tungsten - Positive
Silver - Negative

Last came gold, no one thought it would react and for a moment? It did not, ChayVac’s blood slid over the cool surface of the metal, slowly making its way down the almost spherical shape, only for the metal to spring into an almost violent, and entirely unexpected, frenzy. Gasps from family members filled the room, but ChayVac did not move, simply stared at the three metals that seemed to spring into life. That was always the key with these metals, a bit of blood to get them going otherwise they were unusable, unless heat was applied for working the metal into buildings and items.

One by one, the Elder brought the metals over and placed them into ChayVac’s upturned palms, the metal sliding over their skin and sinking into their body. First was the Tungsten, the black metal seeming to disappear only to be chased closely by the stark contrast of the Chromium. The Gold however, the Gold seemed to only wish to slide along their skin, exploring until it simply sank into their back, movement under their skin showing that it seemed to be housing itself around the bones there. It seemed like it was safe to say their training would begin the following -

“Alright Jeeves, we got it from here, you can go on break now. So! You just got to my training right? Yeah… fun shit, not really much to tell you about it though other than the fact that there was a LOT of it. Like, 80 years of my life went to that shit. Anyway, lots of learning how to control my gender swapping, lots of learning how to control my metals and my favorite part? Guns… lots and lots of guns! Small ones, big ones… [i][b]HUGE[/u][/i] ones, bet you know what ones were my favorite! I got to shoot all of them, then it was determined which ones I would use first, it looked like I was rather good with the longer range so that is what they focused on the most. My instructor even taught me how to enhance the natural cone of my eye with some of my metals, mostly the Gold for flexibility of the cone and Chromium for the hyper reflectivity. Yeah, see? I can use big words too, not just Drekavac. I mean, we do have the same level of intelligence after all, he just does all the reading. Books are booooooooooooring. They can’t shoot jack shit.

“Ok, back on track we go! So, my training was pretty straight forward and they honed me into this near perfect killing machine with any type of weapon you set in my hand as long as it shoots. I say near perfect because, let's be real, everyone misses once in awhile. My hit to miss ratio was the best in the entire class, pretty sure I made a lot of people jealous when I was awarded the title ‘Sharpshooter’. Hell’s Sharpshooter to be exact, mostly because I wasn’t exactly the nicest child growing up and I still rather shoot someone and ask questions never. Want to know my favorite number? No? Too bad, it’s 97.35462. Wanna know why? No… too bad still! That’s my Hit to miss percentage!
“That was usually practiced during the days, sometimes at night since we need to know how to adjust our sight for lack of light, or a strange abundance, thankfully we can look at plasma focused weapons with our ability to forcefully close our pupil, but it’s not a good idea to do while we are fighting. Now, our defense training… not something I would really label as ‘fun’ since we spent most of the time getting hit. It was a good time to learn how to force our metal out of our body and form into whatever we needed at the moment. Shield? Easy enough, anything that was in contact with skin was gold for maximum flexibility while the rest was a Chromium-Tungsten alloy. Armor? Well that’s one we both use and very much the same way. What one would call liquid gold remains between our compression suit while the Chromium-Tungsten alloy encases our body over the gold. Thankfully, the alloy prevents our metal from shattering, but it will tear and from that tear it will crack.

“Now, even as a defender I had to learn how to utilize weapons of all nature, though I refused to handle the gun… Chayyliel can keep that honor all to herself. Why you ask? I’m not here to fight, I’m here to defend myself and try to at least talk my way out of situation, but that isn’t to say I cannot fight if I must, I just don’t like too. While these activities took 80 years of our life, that does not make us old as it is the metal that determines what category we fall into, I reached adulthood faster than most. After my fighting training was completed, it was time to be educated in the fashion the Seraphim were and I found it absolutely delightful.

“Books… Urg I HATE books! Only he would think learning to be a Seraphim would be fun. Regardless, it was very informative and I was very glad for it as Seraphim and Powers are of the highest intellectuals within Elysium, our Archangels a close second. You may say that soldiers don’t need to be intelligent, well you couldn’t be even more wrong. Tactics my friend, tactics are extremely important and you can’t just replace them with brute force, you won’t get very far.

“Now, back on track… we didn’t join the Ragnarov Fleet until we were about a hundred thanks to the additional 10 years spent learning how to be a Proper Seraphim. Was all rather boring before the fleet, I think Abasil would agree with me too. Oh! Abasil, right, I haven’t mentioned him yet have I? Well, he’s been around my family for as long as I can remember and he even followed me through my Seraphim training, kept me sane I’d like to think. He is rather interesting too but I rather not spoil that for you as I am sure he will tell you himself. He is both a friend to us and family, I don’t think I’ve ever spent a day without him around me be it following me, helping me or simply just being there.

“So, when we first joined the fleet not a lot of crew members believed me when I said what I was capable of… and then I proved myself. My ability to shoot as well as my ability to defend myself were constantly put to the test, even my more diplomatic abilities were tried. We quickly rose through the ranks and became the Chief of Special Operations in quick order, but that also meant we were given a chair on the council. I wasn’t too happy about it at first -

“Well I was, it was rather nice to flex my ability as a diplomat and when battle tactics are spoken of it is left to Chayyliel. I made a rather cozy niche for myself on the council, did what I could to help there while also going out onto the field as Chayyliel wouldn’t want it any other way. Honestly? I can’t say I blame her as even I think the chair gets boring after some time, even I rather be forced to defend than sit there and do nothing.

“Anyway! That’s it! I’m not telling you anymore because frankly it’s really none of your business. I came to the Fleet because I kicked the ass of every other self proclaimed sharpshooter that had applied and then proved my worth. Creft hasn’t complained about my methods yet and I doubt he will, at least we’re getting results!”

@Rilla@Zyamasiel@The Harbinger of Ferocity@Circ

D&D 5e - High Seas and Tall Tales

Nemiea remained where she had been standing once her talk with the Giant Wolf had ended, mostly amused due to Dyn's strangeness when it came to his spell working. "Color me impressed," she told the Beholder, her usually silver hair now a startling red in contrast to her fur, it seemed she had decided it was time for a color change. Out of all the abilities she had, she adored her Prestidigitation ability, it allowed her some fun when she was bored, especially when she got away with recoloring one of the Beholder's Tentacles... usually gold. It was amusing when he knew something was different, yet was unable to truly tell what it was that made it so, though he wasn't Entirely pleased when he found out what had happened. "Looks like we made it through safely, and that Bledig has a posse... wonder if I could pet him if I focused some heat onto my hand first..."

Bored, and wanting a companion other than those on the ship with her, the Sabered Tigress reached into a grey bag on her hip and pulled out a fuzzy looking ball. With a gentle motion, she placed it about five feet in front of her and smiled at the Badger before crouching down and aimlessly playing with the creature. "So now that we are here, where do we begin to look for this man who clearly needs to be taught a lesson?" she questioned, looking up from her temporary pet and allowing her eyes to dance over her companions before they landed once more on the Gatekeeper who had allowed them safe passage. The sooner she could start acting upon the agreement, the happier she would be even if she didn't get to break some legs... or arms.

Things

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 Cantrip to change color of hair
Utilized Grey Bag of Tricks because bored and I wanted an animal to play with for now.

D&D 5e - The Lost Lands

Thea was rather pleased that the Shadows had missed her when they had attempted to attack, it just meant that she would be able to take care of them in her own way without having to worry about potential damage... or lack thereof. Turning her attention to the one by Haemar, she decided to try and get rid of that one first as her friend was very clearly being flanked at the moment and the last thing he needed to worry about was three shadowy soldiers trying to assist him in meeting his maker. Readying her Great Sword, she smiled gleefully as her Hunter's Mark transferred to her intended target, if he died she would just have to mark the next one when it was time to do so again. "علامة هنتر... once again... maybe this time we can have a little fun with it," she said to her opponent, the grin still on her face.

However, it seemed that the Shadow was far nimbler than she had expected, causing her sword to miss the Shadow and causing a string of curses to fall from the female's mouth. What good was she if she couldn't at least make sure her friend was safe? Apparently no good at all. While the enemy was marked, which was good, she was unable to utilize the benefit of that mark this turn. Hopefully, she would be able to take care of it... or another enemy, the next chance she was given. For now, it seemed she was just going to have to prepare herself for the pending attack she would potentially receive from the two creatures around her. While she would not be able to dodge, hopefully her armor would be enough to deter them... or they would just fail all together to even lay a hand on her. "يبدو أنني فشلت في الحصول على واحد منكم، وأنا اعتذر صديق," she called to Haemar with an apologetic look on her face, she had tried... but had failed and for that she was sincerely sorry that she could not help the man.

Actions

Bounced the Mark to the target South and Diagonal from her as a Bonus action

Failed attack roll with a 6 so I rolled with it... Sadly, these things happen even to the hardiest of Warriors... now where are the Javelins?

Translation for @Big Dread: It seems I have failed to get one off of you, I apologize friend.

Health: 28/28
AC: 18
Spells used: 2/2
Hunter's Mark: Active - Concentration 1hr

@The Harbinger of Ferocity
@Gordian Nought

D&D 5e - The Lost Lands

The faster she made it over to the shadows, the sooner they would be able to save the man calling for help. She had no desire to allow harm to come to anyone if she could help it, especially from such evil creatures as these. Knowing she wouldn't be able to get fast enough at first, she darted straight forward, leaving about 40ft between her and the only shadow currently within her sites. Looking off to the side for a moment she could see at least three other creatures of the same size and armory, she would have to find a way to get a one up on these things. It was already clear that an advantage would need to be had, and it was one she planned on doing now. "علامة هنتر..." she murmured under her breath, her chocolate brown eyes focusing on the target before her. A soft glow could be seen for a moment before it faded away, she had successfully marked her quarry and when this one went down, she planned on marking more.

"Just hold out a little while longer!" she called out to the bystandard, hoping that her voice rang clear enough for him to hear. For now, it was all she could offer until they were able to send the creatures back into the shadows they seemed to have come from.

Actions

Thea used Action to Dash forward 60ft, leaving about 40ft between her and the Shadow creature

Used Bonus Action to mark the Creature directly in front of her

Health: 28/28
AC: 18
Spells used: 2/2

@The Harbinger of Ferocity
@Big Dread - Up Next

D&D 5e - The Lost Lands

Thea had offered Theodore a smile after he had put his mask back on, but that had been it as the idea of a rest seemed rather appealing. It was during that time that she inspected her sword and gear for any potential damage despite having not done much during the last altercation. I should look into getting some javalins at some point if there are going to be giant birds around, she thought to herself before letting out a sigh. She hated flying enemies, they left her relatively useless without the use of javalins or the like. While she enjoyed thenuse of a bow as well, it was not something she was particularly good at using, just... Average.

When the rest was over and their journey began anew, her worry for their templar subsiding when she noted he was managing to heal himself just fine, she kept quiet. Instead, she simply left herself to her thoughts and the things that had brought her to where she was and the events that had paired her with the people she was with. Then her thoughts drifted away from times mixed with her own darkness and the light her friends helped her find once more and began to wander to the place they were in now. The existance of the gems were rather strange to her, but they were in a world completely foreign to them, so it was likely normal to the world's inhabitants. Maybe they could ask someone if they ran into another intelligent living being.

Just as that thought crossed her mind, the group finally came across what appeared to be a town of some sort, though it seemed empty enough in the late evening. Eyes scanning the area, she could see nothing out of the ordinary and she had no real desire to check for the presence of evil or good, there was nothing to check as buildings never truly held any alegence one way or another. Moving over to Haemar, she looked at her old friend with a raised brow, "Any thoughts old friend?" she asked the High Elf, though she said no more than that.

@Big Dread - She finally broke her long silence.

D&D 5e - High Seas and Tall Tales

Now back in her own mind, a slightly miffed, Nemiea made quick work of scalling down the 20 foot mast and moving closer to the giant Wolf. After listening to its words carefully, amd thankfully avoiding getting struck by any lightning, she decided that it would be worth a shot trying to apologize for the things that had occured. He had only been trying to protect the gate of his home after all. Maybe if she tried speaking to him in one of his own languages? Well, he was a water elemental, which meant her choices were more than likely Aquian or Primordial: Water, both of which she could speak but only one she could understand without assistance. However, before any of this could happen she walked over to Reemes and simply froze his lips shut, as smart as he was... He didnt know how to stay quiet.

Clearing her throat, Nemiea released a slow breath and smiled, "Posheno Bledig, ya shotel bu izvinit'syo zo deystviyo moyego tovarishcho po povodu slabogo shoko, inogda ish polnomoshiyo ushozyat ot nish u privodyon k tomu, shto tol'ko shto proizoshlo. Ya taszhe shotel by izvinit'syo za to, shto on prygnul v takoye bystroye deystviye shtoby napast' no vas tas zhe, kak i ya. Vozmozhno, ya smogu zastavit' svoish tovarishu istselyo yushchiye sposobnosta pomoch' vam s vashimi ranami v kashestve sposoba ispranleniyo. Shto kasabetso vashego zaproso, ya schitayu spranedlivum, shto my predpru nimayem takiye deystviyo dlyo vas posle togo, Sdelali, chtoby navredit' vam i vashim."

The words she spoke to the Bledig came out with ease, her tone even and friendly, if not a bit charming as well. After his words she knew he would not attack them, but she felt the need to make her peace offering regardless. Despite these things however, it was clear that she was extremely annoyed with their Jester, but it seemed that the Dragonborn had opted to take care of it.

My Hider

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

Shape Water used with @Big Dread's permission to freeze a certain mouthy pirates lips shut for comedic relief of the situation at hand.

@JBRam2002

D&D 5e - The Lost Lands

Thea had remained rather silent as the others spoke, she really wasnt a fan of birds... Especially ones large enough to lift you into the air and drop you to your death as no amount of armor would save you from such a fall. Considering her silence and watchful eye on the sky, it took her a moment to register what Theodore was saying in regaurds to the gem. "I had thought as much myself," she told the male as she moved up to him, her Great Sword resting on a shoulder, "I wonder if a resurrection could be done with these stones, or if they are good for anything at all past housing what one believes may be a soul." The young paladin peered at the object for a moment longer before a slow smirk crossed her features, it seemed the Templar had forgotten about his mask for a moment.

"You know, as much as I love seeing your face Theo... I am pretty sure I am not supposed to be seeing it at this moment," she teased, "Come now, cant have people thinking that you are a heathen now can you?" Still chuckling, she gently bopped her hip against Theodore's as the others seemed it best to concentate on the gem that had fallen from the slain creature.

@The Harbinger of Ferocity@Hekazu