Zverda

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

I'm ok with picking people off

Worlds of Disney

Mulan simply watched the interaction between the three individuals in relative silence, Mushu and Cri-kee having decided to perch themselves on her shoulder as she did so. Things were so strange, the man with the odd headdress had said he was an emperor, but he did not seem to conduct himself in a way that she was used to seeing done. Then there was the red-headed lady… Merry-da was it? Well she was just a strange one who seemed to enjoy talking more than listening and that would not get anyone anywhere fruitful it seemed. ”Excuse me,” she interjected once the talking had seemed to come to a halt, ”I do want to know, what is the name of this city? I have been traveling for a rather long time and wish to know exactly where I am.”

”Yeah, and what’s with the guys with pointy sticks everywhere?” pipped up Mushu, ”I don’t see any meat to be roasted. I thought we were done with the Army.”

”Mushu…”

”What? I remember the last mission you had to go on for the emperor-”

”MUSHU!”

The small dragon guardian instantly ceased all talking while the cricket began to laugh, earning it a shove off of the woman’s armored shoulder. This, of course, made Mulan roll her eyes before she simply flicked Mushu off her shoulder and dismounted her horse. Unlike the gaudily armored man’s horse however, Khan stayed by his rider and simply eyed the other horses and all the other people in the group, almost as if he was sizing them up and saying ‘I could take you’. Not wanting to remain on the outer edge of the Circle, Mulan stepped forward and placed a hand on one of the Alpacas, marveling at the strange texture of their fur… or was it wool? She had no idea.

Worlds of Disney

Exhausted was the only way she could describe how she felt, exhausted and ready for the journey to just end at this point. Where she was going she was not sure, but after she had been separated from her Love, she had a strange feeling in the back of her head pulling her to an unknown location. There was nothing left for her back home at the moment as it were, so nothing had been stopping her from saddling Khan and following the pull, a pull that took days to finally leave her as a city came into view. The buildings were strange to her, but no stranger than the other buildings she had seen on her month long travel.

”Are we there yet? My hindscales are killing me.” came a voice from behind the black haired asian woman, ”We’ve been riding for ever”

”Mushu…” the woman sighed, ”You know as well as I do that I’m not even sure where we are going. I only have the Ancestors guidance right now, but I do feel like this is where we are meant to be. There even seems to be people just outside the entrance. Maybe they can tell us exactly where we are.”

There was a resounding chirp that came from the same location as the first voice and a brey from the mount she was riding. Of course they would be tired, there was no reason for them not to be as they had been on the road for so long. While it had not been lonely with their companionship, there was a certain person that she was missing, a person that she wasn’t sure she would ever get to see again. This was no time to show her sorrow however, there were people ahead and she wasn’t about to let the first meeting be of her with such a sad look upon her face. No, she would hold her head high and hide the feeling of dread that seemed to be growing deep within her chest. Spurring the horse faster, she leaned over Khan’s neck as they ate the last few meters of distance between them and those ahead.

And that was it, as she pulled the reins to bring her steed to a swift hault, she was met with a rather strange sight indeed. A woman with unruly red hair, a man with a silly head dress and another individual in… well wasn’t that armor rather tacky?

”By my Ancestors, what is that?” was the very first thing out of her mouth when she laid eyes on the animals the man with the strange headdress had with him, ”That is the strangest horse I have ever seen, or is it a malformed sheep?” Not the best way to introduce your presence she was sure, but she couldn’t help it, the things were hideous.

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I'm basically already waiting since I decided to just walk back up the stairs XD

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Torus let out a huff before turning around and heading back up the stairs that had lead him down to the cage below, the last Kobold was dead and the drakes were locked behind a door so nothing to worry about there. Why waste the energy attempting to fight something that was currently locked away in a cavern with no way out? Reaching the top of the stairs, he stopped and tilted his head as if trying to listen for anything past the sound of the drakes, though in truth he was simply staring at the others as if asking 'ready to go?'. Of course, he did not miss the Barbarian seemingly trying to carve himself like a turkey, but that was of no consequence to him at the moment, he was sure Orchid had his reasoning for doing so. Instead, he looked past that and moved back towards where he had been before, far more careful of the revealed trap than before, and let out a low, barely audible, rumble deep in his chest as if to tell the others they should just move on.

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So uh... I'd like to point out for those of you who may not have noticed... Torus took stares down to a caged in area... which is where the Kobold and the draconian creatures are... behind a caged door... that iirc... is locked. The Ravine is a giant locked cage.

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Torus eyed what was going on and realized that he would not be able to help much, it would take more time to simply try to get closer than it would to simply move off to the side and take a look at where the stairs would lead. In truth, his comrades would easily be able to finish off the furthest threat without his assistance, having been dazed by the poison really seemed to have set him back in his ability to assist. Letting out huff of air, he made his decision and moved his large mass over to staircase, his large padded feet making barely any noise on the stone ground. Of course, stealth wasn't really needed at the present time, but why make unnecessary noise if you didn't have to? finally making his way down the stairs and away from the battle he could not help with, Torus soon found himself in front of a door made if iron bars, so similar to a cell that it unnerved him. Looking past those bars, he could see Draconic Beasts within, beasts that would have been shielded by the Dark had he lacked his feline eyes still. Yet, there was something strange here, as these creatures, while similar to the ones he had seen with the cult, did not have collars. This was an interesting find indeed, and made him wonder if there would be a way to use these creatures in a way that would be of assistance to him and his comrades, at least until they got free from the darkness of the cave they had found themselves in.

My Hider

Torus moves his full 40ft down the stairs, failing to contribute to the battle due to the distance he could not cross.
HP: 34/37

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@Hekazu - Question, considering where Torus is, is there enough movement for him when he is able to attack to do a pounce? (I can do so if I move at least 20ft in the turn)

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Well that certainly was unfortunate for the Cleric now wasn’t it? To be the one to find such a weak spot in the ground and suffer through having a spike slip into one’s foot was unlucky indeed, but lucky for the rest as they now knew what lay in that oddly specific location. What was really satisfying though, was the inability to see past one's nose, not a very pleasing aspect and it most definitely wasn’t one that was going to be let go very easily. So, working past the smell that came from the pit that hinted towards death, Torus opted to work on four legs instead of two. Some may view it as a waste, but at least vision would no longer be an issue. Plus, at least he would be able to sneak far easier than he normally would, he had never had a real reason to that he could recall outside of his animal form, so he hadn’t bothered with practicing on two legs.

With those thoughts processed, Torus now found himself taking up just a little more space in their lined order, but he was closer to the ground than the rest. Pawpads far quieter on the floor than those who had boots, claws retracted until danger made itself known. Of course, this position did not allow much more past what was already known, but an additional pair of eyes peeled for danger wouldn’t hurt, and it wasn’t like there wasn’t enough hanging cloth to ensure one could be grabbed without injury if something was noticed.

Wildshape

Rawr... I'm a Tiger

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@Norschtalen What kinda Cleric are you?