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not gonna be around from the 12th to the 17th of august 2017
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dying under exams so please pardon the lack of posting
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I'm back and that's that
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Baronfjørd "Blackberry" Chedgusah
Dragon Born, Monk (Astral self), Level 03
HP: 9 / 24 Armor Class: 15 Conditions: N/A
Location: Township Square -> Municipal Building
Action: Investigate Arcane Circles (13)
Bonus Action: Absolute Disgust
Reaction: N/A
Ki: 0/3


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“The evening continues to elevate itself to greater and greater heights.” BlackBerry grumbled, more at the drizzle than anything else. “If left unchecked we may find ourselves giddy in the clouds.”

He retrieved the scabbard Lady Kathryn had pointed out to him and after attaching it to his belt transferred the new short-blade to it, and it rested much more securely in it’s own home than it had in the other scabbard. Still he kept the first scabbard on him just in case, at least for now.

Following the part, he grimaced at the damp, and squalid state of the neglected courtyard. He kept looking over his shoulders expecting an attack, to hear the cries of a last stand or the poor fools left to defend the place, and was met with only the sound of the parties own footsteps upon the slick cobbles. BlackBerry stuck close to Lady Kathryn as they all filed into the building through the door, his eyes noting the broken lock, as the hammer in her hand lit up the entrance room they found themselves in. Casting his eyes around what little was illuminated he wasn’t terribly impressed; broken furniture, rubbish, leftover food, and various other unsavoury or unmentionable sights littered the place.

“My word. This place has seen better days, no doubt about that. No wonder those ruffians were so brutish. A place such as this would make anyone forget their manners.” He tried hard to pierce the shadows further past the dark portals to other rooms which the hammers light didn’t reach. “I do wonder just how long Cavendish had been running this operation.”

He followed after the others as they began the descent further into the darkness, deeper into the bowels of the building. The further they continued the stronger the smell of death and decay became, the smell so sickly sweet it turned rancid in the back of his throat. He pulled his scarf up over his mouth and nose in an attempt to block out the smell but it still found a way into his lungs.

The final room they found themselves in was the worst by far. BlackBerry felt his earlier meal threaten to return as he saw the grisly garlands decorating the old prison cells. BlackBerry could only nod in agreement to Kosaras suggestion to burn this place down, and hopefully ridding this plane of any trace of it. Trying his best to avert his gaze from the worst of the grisly sights and instead focused intently on the remaining Beast laid before them all on the centre table.

“This is obscene.” Horror, disgust, fear all poured out of his mouth in one muffled sentence from under his scarf.

He jumped when Lady Kathryn fired her crossbow at the Incomplete Beast and his eyes locked onto its rotten form expecting it to leap at them all in fury. But it didn’t and when he tentatively drew closer, emboldened by it’s stillness, he noticed in the meagre light it wasn't even stitched together like the other two had been; it was incomplete and forgotten.

“It appears this one was left incomplete. Regardless, I agree that we should get someone in here to cleanse this place of such a foul desecration. But of whom the locals worship I am uncertain, and even more so of how they would even go about such a task. Someone of Tyr’s flock at the very least I would suggest” Holding his breath he bent down to examine some of the arcane circles decorating the floor while taking care not to step upon the lines, or even worse the suspicious liquids splattered about in the dark. He tried hard not to shiver when his foot dipped into something he didn't want to know about. “What these circles and markings are for I am at a completely loss for as well. Likely they are something Cavendish and our a ‘Interested Party’ devised to bring those Beasts to life and do their bidding…Perhaps it is Necromatic in nature?”

The grimace of disgust was near audible in his voice when made the suggestion and pulled himself back upright.

“We might have better luck trying another room, Marita, if we are looking for clues. This may have been where the work was done but actual plans may have been drawn up elsewhere.” He suggested, already treading his way over strains and remains backwards the stairway.
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Baronfjørd "Blackberry" Chedgusah
Dragon Born, Monk (Astral self), Level 03
HP: 9 / 24 Armor Class: 15 Conditions: N/A
Location: Township Square
Action: N/A
Bonus Action: N/A
Reaction: N/A
Ki: 0/3


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BlackBerry moved away from the Constable remains and out from beneath the trees fiery canopy heading towards the fountain at the centre of the townsquare. All things considered they had come out relatively unscathed and the fight could have gone a whole lot worse than it had done, he supposed. While thankfully he hadn’t taken any lacerating attacks he could feel several large bruises already starting to form around his torso making it hard to breathe, and warning him loudly against moving anywhere fast. Blessedly, there were no rats clawing for his ankles making it easier for him to step over and around the twisted remains of the not so lucky ones.

BlackBerry tried not to grimace as he wiped the dust from his finger tips on his dishevelled robes and decided that he needed to be away from the remains of Cavendish. It was still hard to think that the Constable had been man, very much alive and kicking barely a few minutes ago, now reduced to nothing but ash and bone in a few moments. The screams still echoed in his ears and the image seared into his mind.

As he moved past the still lit barrels, their horrid stench filling his nostrils for a moment, his eyes wandered over to Marita. He wondered what the strange voice had meant by ‘Older Loyalties’. Perhaps something related to the holy symbol she wore? Or the ‘heretical reasons’ she mentioned for leaving her home. Out of all of them The Voice seemed to only want her even if only possibly as proxy for others, and then for the rest of them it had offered only either a threat or comment before it’s actual offer of…power and answers. A very nebulous reward. Suspicion held his eyes on the Cleric for a moment longer while she pulled her hair back into place.

What did she say to the man at his death?

BlackBerry was then violently dragged to the present by Kosara bellowing into the night for help with the fire, and crashing through unhelpful suspicions; disembodied voices weren’t known for their trustworthiness, especially when they turned people to dust.
“Well, that is one way to get the message out.” He turned his gaze upward to the pitch black clouds above and met only the smallest droplets of rain falling on his face. They couldn’t count on the rain for any help this evening it seemed. “Perhaps piling some dirt upon it would do? Best bet would be to ask Mr Mallard if possible as he seems the sort to know. But do let’s get to somewhere of some safety first, and then find our way back to him. I may have been tenderised but I would rather not be cooked as well as a slab of meat.”

Coming to the edge of the fountain BlackBerry saw only shadows of ripples and orange petals of reflected fire. It was too dark to guess how deep the fountain really was but given the size of the Beasts he could only assume that it was deeper than it looked. He heard Marita behind him lay out her idea to head to the Municipal building squatting nearby just beyond the boundary of trees and walls of the Township Square.

“Something important? Such as a clue as to what all this was in aid of? It does seem like a sound idea. If we do decide on such course of action, heading to the Municipal building I mean, we might yet have a stroke of luck and be able to avoid another confrontation. With the ring leader taken care of I doubt the remaining ruffians would dare to make any further attacks any time soon. Likely they are still reeling from his defeat and the ones we saw seemed none too eager to lend a hand during the battle either.” BlackBerry turned away from the fountain and shot a venomous glare towards the looming shadow of the municipal building. He lowered his voice with an almost paranoid feeling that even now they were all being watched by unseen eyes from the buildings hollow windows. “If we do come across any of Cavendish’s remaining thugs then we might, just might, have a chance of bluffing our way through any more fights. If we play our cards right that is.”

Momentarily he wondered who they might run into if they were to head there. They were just as likely to meet a collection of frightened fools left to slow the party or any other would be attackers while the rest fled, as they were to meet an armies worth of were-rats armed to the teeth.

“The problem arises, however.” BlackBerry continued as he rolled his shoulders and then whined at a horrid stabbing feeling from his left. “If they were to have another Beast or two, whatever ungodly creatures they may be, hidden away somewhere, none of us are in any state to fight them so. Or more appropriately end their suffering”

The very idea that the Beasts had once ordinary people twisted and mangled into such rancid forms made his stomach twist and lips curl with disgust. Even he had heard of the disappearances the town had been suffering as of late and as Marita pointed out what lay before them was the likely result. He sucked in a breath through his teeth at the thought.

“A horrid fate to suffer. Do you recognise any of the…uh” He approached Lady Kathryn as he tentatively tried to find the most suitable word. “Victims?”
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Baronfjørd "Blackberry" Chedgusah
Dragon Born, Monk (Astral self), Level 03

HP: 9 / 24 Armor Class: 15 Conditions: N/A

Location: Township Square

Action: N/A

Bonus Action: N/A

Reaction: N/A

Ki: 0/3



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Fear and horror brought his mind to a crashing halt. Silence descended upon BlackBerry, his eyes frantically tracing across the ground at the meagre remains, the belongings, and last traces of Cavendish.

Then Voice, that awful, terrible voice, speaking from everywhere and nowhere at once then continued. He had tried to trace it but had been left spinning, wildly glancing without any success into the surrounding walls of darkness that had descended upon them all. The voice had spoken awful truths of the others, he didn’t have to guess hard as to who was who in the voices monologue.

BlackBerry felt his heart stopped when The Voice referred, quite obviously to him. The words held no real threat or information but only confirmed with terrifying clarity what he always feared. He stopped breathing.

“It hasn't forgotten about you.” The Voice explained.

His eyes locked into the far, far distance. His eyes locked onto the Thing pulling him away from the present and deep into the darkness of memory.

“It never will.” The Voice promised.

Its Still Here. It still hungers.

Kosara’s screams swiftly followed by almost horrifying optimism broke him from his horror induced trance. Fingers first began tap, tap, tapping against his thumb. He then gave a quiet but sudden gasp as if he had been held underwater for too long. Immediately he clamped his mouth shut to against the smells of soot and burning flesh, so acrid it almost stung the back of his throat.

“What in all the hells was that?” His voice shook.

Breathe in through the nose. Breathe out through the mouth. In through the nose. Out through the mouth. He managed to hold fast against the waves crashing inside memories.

Lady Kathryn appeared to have been the first of them all to get her bearings back and he watched with some admiration as she promptly got to work trying to drag one of the grotesque bodies away from the flames. In his mind Lady Kathryn absolutely had the right idea to get something productive done now and worry about the horrifyng ramifications of what they had just seen and heard later.

“Yes.” His smile wavered at the edges. “I suppose we should but …ah aha well I think you might all forgive me if I bow out of any barbecues. Does anyone have someone to deal with the fire, by chance?”

Blackberry stepped forwards a little closer to the pile of cloth and bone despite the fear. A dead man was a dead man after all, and without further need of any worldly possessions. He allowed Victoria the first pick of spoils and noted with some surprise that she plucked a bone from the pile. He wasn’t certain he wanted to know what she had planned for it. There wasn’t too much else to the remains that BlackBerry could find as he gingerly sifted through them with the tips of his fingers, searching for anything that might be a clue. He kept the astral limbs up and ready for any more attacks that might arrive.

The task gave his mind space to hunt through The Voice’s offer. It seemed to be the usual affair of offering for a service, but to what? The words ‘World Born Dead’ rattled in his skull but met no answer for the moment. Perhaps some peace and a bit of space would give him time to think better and discuss with the others. The idea was…tempting. He was already scraping the bottom of the barrel on leads and people who would or even could help. He found nothing of obvious note to him in the pile other than a dire warning.

BlackBerry turned away from the pile and instead focused on the short-sword that had drifted his way at the end of the fight, at the end of Cavendish. It gleamed, almost flickering itself in the firelight and reminding him that he was unarmed again. A quick check confirmed that the hostage he had given his own short-sword to was no longer in sight which he could only be slightly annoyed at. He let out a little ‘huff’ but resigned himself to picking up the short-sword deciding it better than to remain unarmed right now.

The short-sword was in much better condition than his own old, dented, and sometimes blunt one had bean. The crimson leather of the hilt was smooth and tight, the metal shone and when tilted on its side revealed a razor sharp edge. It was a viscous sword, and had likely been in service for quite sometime with the evil man before him, but with it in hand BlackBerry felt at least a little more sure of himself. He made a mental note to inspect it a bit more later when there was time for it.

“One would doubt that Cavendish has little to say on the matter. He shan’t be using it again at the very least, and there appears to not be much else left save dust, bones and possibly a trinket or two.” He shrugged as Victoria laid claim to the back she had found past the battle field. “Unless the ah…being, or what have you, has any ‘Earthly Tasks’ for the ruffian sooner than we should hope or even expect.”

“For now though, it would appear we are to be left to our own devices.” He paused a moment, eyes still resting upon the remains of Cavendish. He gave the short-sword a testing swing. “For now at least, unless anyone has eyes on those other guards? I for one haven’t seen hide nor hair of them since the battle began.”

Fire. Battle. Death. It would be a lot to explain to anyone else watching or even the rest of the town as to what had just happened.

“Would it perhaps be too much or even somewhat crass to hope they had been in the trees?” He sheathed the short-sword, pleasantly surprised to find it slotted into the sheathe almost perfectly. “Do you need a hand at all Lady Kathryn? Or anyone else at all? How are we all?”

There were many other question he wanted to ask.
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Baronfjørd "Blackberry" Chedgusah
Dragon Born, Monk (Astral self), Level 03
HP: 9 / 24 Armor Class: 15 Conditions: N/A
Location: C12
Action: Punch (Hit: 14, Dmg: n/a)
Bonus Action: Punch (Hit: 15, Dmg: n/a)
Reaction: N/A
Ki: 0/3
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They were so close, he just knew it! BlackBerry watched Cavendish over the top of his fist as the grotesque shape of the man, wrapped in the rat-corpse filled netting, wobbled uncertainly on his feet. The others in the group had moved forward as well to concentrate upon the ruffian; to his left Victoria and Marita, apparently charging through the fire, had arrived brandishing their own weapons and magics.

At Lady Kathryns order he wasted no time and began his attack. BlackBerry lashed out with an attack, a fiery limb surged forward over the mass of rats in front of him and collided with a small ‘crunch’ and a ‘squeak’.

He had hit a rat caught in the netting! The damn ruffian’s feverish wriggling attempts to cut himself free with his shortsword had worked to his advantage, and BlackBerry’s blow had done nothing apparently.

Biting down on the the annoyance, Blaclberry fired off another attack that hit with a ‘pop’. The limb came back and revealed he had hit yet another one of the rats! The little corpse bouncing and taunting him from the netting.

“Stand still and take a hit.” He ordered furiously.

Fire rocketed in from behind only to also miss. If they could just get one or two more hits in this whole tirade would be over.
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@sigil ready for guard 1 to lend a hand and kill off Cavendish plz :)

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Baronfjørd "Blackberry" Chedgusah
Dragon Born, Monk (Astral self), Level 03
HP: 9 / 24 Armor Class: 15 Conditions: N/A
Location: D12 -> C12
Action: Punch (Hit: 16, Dmg: n/a)
Bonus Action: Flurry of Blows (Hit: 15, Dmg: n/a | Hit:18, dmg: 6 )
Reaction: N/A
Ki: 0/3
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BlackBerry could hear shouts from the others behind him but he couldn’t quite make out the words, too focused on the scene in front of him to pick out what they were saying above the the sound of Cavendish’s attack bouncing off of Lady Kathryns helmet. The only saving grace right now was that whatever Cavendish had planned for his coneys didn’t seem to be happening.

But BlackBerry had his own worries for the moment; rats surged away from their master at towards him in a writhing mass of bodies. Rats. Horrid, disgusting rats. They swarmed with shrill squeaks all around him. BlackBerry recoiled in disgust from the creatures driving him to madly hop from one foot to the other. The putrid things screamed furiously in their attempts to claw and nib at his heels. One rat in particular gave a mighty screech of fury when BlackBerry snatched away the tail of his robes out of its closing mouth.

His eyes jumped between the swarm at his feet and Cavendish screeching at Lady Kathryn over her shield. Between himself and the two of them yet another warm of rats twisted and furled like a rolling cloud. A sanctuary of clear space lay between the two broiling clouds of rats, his chance to hopefully give Lady Kathryn a moments breathing room to push the lunatic away from her.

BlackBerry jumped forward with a vicious cry with his left fiery limb already surging towards Cavendish’s grotesque form, only for it to bounce harmlessness off of the constable, BlackBerry had misjudged the distance, and he swore loudly.

Desperation took hold, adrenaline pumped through his veins. BlackBerry pulled upon the last well of power within him, ki boiling up from his stomach, through his chest and the astral limbs flared into a roaring blaze as his shoulders. A half step closer to Cavendish, BlackBerry snapped his left fiery limb at the Constable. The Limb missed its mark. BlackBerry bared his teeth in frustration, another step forward, pushing out snarl, powering the remaining right astral limb forward with a twist starting from the hips and running all the way up.

The Astral limb crashed into Cavendish with a satisfying ‘thud’.

BlackBerry let out a few quick breathes as he righted himself. Now he had rats in front of him, rats behind him, and there he was stuck in the middle with no more ki and nearing the end of his tether.

Oh no.

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@sigil Guard 1 can take his holiday far away now

minor edit removing the limbs fading as I missunderstood the rulings
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Baronfjørd "Blackberry" Chedgusah
Dragon Born, Monk (Astral self), Level 03
HP: 9 / 24 Armor Class: 15 Conditions: N/A
Location: G7 -> D12
Action: Improvised Javlin (hit 24. DMG: N/A)
Bonus Action: N/A
Reaction: N/A
Ki: 1/3
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The might crash of music, and then an explosion of noise, cut through everything else around. Even behind the empty cage, Blackberry was almost forced to grind his teeth to stop them from rattling in his skull. A moment after he could hear the cries of the others as they fought against Cavendish. It was infuriating how useless he felt at that moment, he had taken one hell of a beating and now hiding with his tail between his legs, even if he could get close enough his attacks seemed unlikely to do any actual damage.

The first moment I get, I must learn a spell.

He eyes flickered between the cage on the other side still filled with hostages and to Kathryn striding across fire and death towards Cavendish. He looked on in horror as a stream of darkness tore through Victoria. As much as his own swelling bruises and wounds hurt, the that that someone else could be injured whilst he could still fight hurt even more. He had to act.

He cast a quick glance back towards the hostages to see them making their escape. And to give the the brilliant Fisherman a respectful nod. Perhaps there were somethings near water that weren’t so bad.

BlackBerry (quickly shunting away several thoughts) then tightened his grip on the broken pole. It wouldn’t do much but it could get the damn ruffians attention away from the others. He surged forwards, tucking the pole under his arm, past Marita and back out into the open battlefield with fiery limbs billowing out behind him. He raced over towards the armoured shape of Kathryn he could see beyond the spilled and unspilled barrels of flames, fire hungrily devouring one of the felled Beasts as he passed by.

“Fancy teaching me a tune after this?” He threw a comment to Victoria while leaping past. “Or perhaps just the encore?”

Blackberry drew next to the nearest unspilled barrel and, revolving around it without stopping, raised the pole up from under his arm and loosened his grip slightly letting a third of the pole slip into fiery liquid. The intense heat of the red flames licking at the tender blue scales of his hand and forearm made him draw an involuntary gasp of pain through his teeth. His flight continued sidelong through the two barrels bringing into view the horrifying sight the wreathing mass of rats, both dead and alive. Thankfully, his foot came down beyond them and the creeping pool of fire to his left. With the lit pole high above his head he took one more step forward to keep the momentum going and, with a twist at the hips which carried up to his shoulders, pulling the pole backwards for a moment to beside his face to line up the shot. He hurled it forwards.

The pole streaked past Kathryn and into Cavendish without much fanfare beside the flames from the pole latching onto him.
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@Sigil your turn, please be gentle
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Baronfjørd "Blackberry" Chedgusah
Dragon Born, Monk (Astral self), Level 03
HP: 9 / 24 Armor Class: 15 Conditions: N/A
Location: G7
Action: Perception Check for guards (12)
Bonus Action: N/A
Reaction: N/A
Ki: 1/3


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BlackBerry gave a great cry of delight; the bar was free, and surprisingly by the strike of a fishing rod. But getting the prisoners free was only half the fight and now it was to find someway for them to get out of danger. He spun on his heel so his back was to the cage, and cast his eyes about the battle field looking for their best escape. To send the prisoners directly a head would put them in Cavendish's line of sight, and to his left where he and the others had entered fire still blocked the path.

“Hurry now and be quick. But wait here a moment.” He stepped aside, letting the prisoners begin pouring out, and put his left fiery limb up to stop them going past the edge of the cage.

His gaze turn to his right where barrels of fire sat across the path but there was just enough room between them each for the Prisoners to possibly get through, or if not then they could go around and under the neighbouring trees. It was their best bet though not by much.

BlackBerry lowered his limb slightly to see over it and twist his head past the edge of the cage past Marita towards Cavendish. The flickering flames obscured his vision too much to see what was causing Cavendish to flail and should so he could only hope was causing a decent amount of pain. The horrid smell of burning flesh and fur from the dead monster was starting to become unbearable.

“Not much of a game when not playing fair.” He grumbled. Cavendish was frustratingly still far out of reach. How could one man be so much trouble?

“Wait.” Horror gripped his chest. He looked to Marita. “His companions, where are they?”

Barely waiting for an answer, Blackberry pulled his head back behind the cage and looked over towards the path to his right. His eyes darted past the freed prisoners towards the barrels barring the path, trying to spot any movement within the shadows of the trees lining it. Thankfully, he couldn’t see anything, no flash of light upon steel or movement of leaves. It was now or never; a skirmish like this was no place for civilians.

“No sign of the other ruffians this direction.” Throwing the comment back over his shoulder to Marita with almost a sigh of relief.

“It’s now or never. Get moving. Hurry.” He ordered the prisoners. A fiery limb unfurled towards the path. “Past the barrels and out of sight. Hide yourselves elsewhere and do not come out until dawn.”

One down, he looked to his left towards the other cage, one more to go. Thankfully the Kosara and Kathryn looked to be trying to break it open also. No point in risking his scales dashing over there just yet. Instead he picked up the now broken cage pole from the ground and tested its weight in his hand. Jagged edges at each end, it wasn’t weighted well at all to be used as any proper weapon but it could do well as something thrown. BlackBerry grinned, perhaps he didn’t need to get close to Cavendish at all.

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@Sigil Guard 1's turn!! May he continue to not be around
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Baronfjørd "Blackberry" Chedgusah
Dragon Born, Monk (Astral self), Level 03
HP: 9 / 24 Armor Class: 15 Conditions: N/A
Location: G7
Action: Attack wooden beam (hit: 20 dmg: 4)
Bonus Action: Attack wooden beam (hit: 17 dmg: 7)
Reaction:
Ki: 1/3

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BlackBerry saw the flash, shards of night suddenly blooming around the corner of the cage where he stood, and the agonising shriek that came with it. His heart yet again jumped into his throat. Through the bars to the other side of the cage, past the hostages, he thought he could just about make out someone on the floor. From the obscured figure he heard a gurgle, hisses and snarls but within those horrid sounds he heard the word. A moment of worry and fear washed over him, stopping him in his tracks and making him almost forget his arm. From around the corner then came the figure, Kosara(!), thankfully unharmed though clearly shaken.

Now wasn’t the time to worry about such things. He took a deep breath and pushed the concerns away for later.

From the other glimpses BlackBerry could snatch towards the others, the battle seemed to be slowly turning in their favour even after his botched attempt to lend a hand moments before. One beast down so presumably one more to go. But he had to focus on his now currently botched attempt to help the hostages. He prised his fingers away from the wooden beam and a hiss of pain came from him from the sensation of tendons scraping over the now misaligned elbow joint.

"Nice day for fishin'." The man with the fishing rod said.

BlackBerry, at a complete loss as to how to respond to the statement, simply blinked. The confusion was then compounded by the man managing the splinter the wood of the neighbouring beam with a strike of his fishing rod. The man was either very strong, or had a very good fishing rod, but either way he had the right idea.

“Oh what a lovely day indeed for fishing!” He stepped back from the beam and shot a quick grin to the woman beside him. “Brace yourself.”

BlackBerry curled his arm back towards his stomach to shield it. Then with a downward twist with his right shoulder, the astral limb came crashing down upon the wooden beam near to the base, but with only a few unsatisfying cracks in the wood to show for it. He sneered down at the beam, as if it were mocking him. He ground a snarl between his teeth and with another downward twist with his opposite shoulder, sent his other astral limb crashing down upon the beam. This time the wood gave way almost completely with a satisfying crunch and shattering along the cracks. Only nearly though, a sharp sliver of wood held the beam to the base of the cage was definitely mocking him now.

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@sigil Guard 1 to do what guards guarding do
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Baronfjørd "Blackberry" Chedgusah
Dragon Born, Monk (Astral self), Level 03

HP: 9 / 24 Armor Class: 15 Conditions: N/A

Location: G10 -> G7

Action: Athletics Adv (4 , 3)

Bonus Action: N/A

Reaction: N/A

Ki: 1/3
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BlackBerry shook himself to rid the embarrassment a moment ago and hoped that Cavendish hadn't enjoyed the same rejuvenation from his attack as the Beasts had but his view of the man was blocked by the remaining beast towering in front. Instead his lips now curled with disgust and annoyance.

“Well, I shan’t try that again.”

While BlackBerry couldn't see Cavendish he could hear him; the man barking orders and curses above the crackling din of fire. Promptly, Kosara politely pointed out Cavedish’s location with a searing beam of light and a few curses of her own. BlackBerry grimaced with the knowledge that he wasn't suited for long range battles and even trying to go past the remaining Beast surrounded by flame to reach Cavendish was a daft idea by its own merit.

His heart then skipped a beat watching the now fiery beast in front of him swing for Victoria with savage claws only for it to blessedly miss, the bard showing exemplary dexterity dodging the attack. It would've been rather entertaining if not for the circumstances. He eyed the beast and set his stance back into a low lunge drawing his astral arms backwards in preparation for his next assault, with the east focussing on Victoria now would be the best time to get a few more hits in.

Then light bloomed like a fire to his left and he saw to his dismay the tree above the leftmost cage now engulfed in fire. All it would take was a few embers falling from the tree to catch and the hostages would all be lost. The choice was easy to make despite how bad it might make him look in the others eyes, but he was in no shape to take another hit from the beasts at that moment.

“The fire.” He was already moving towards the cage as he spun on his heel, briefly stepping backwards, to address Kathryn and Victoria. “Keep hitting the Beast. I will aid the hostages.”

Wasting no time he came alongside the woman pulling against the loose beam of the cage, and wrapped his physical hand around the beam also, his ethereal limbs copying the motion but sliding through the beam rather than grabbing onto it. He held back a wince at the bolts of pain suddenly stabbing into his elbow.

“Get ready to pull on my mark.” BlackBerry dug his heels into the ground, twisting so the beam ran over his left hip. “Pull!”

BlackBerry pulled hard, leaning his weight back away from the cage trying to tug the beam away from its base, but the splinters held on with a fierce grip without even so much as budging a centimetre. His elbow then gave a sickening ‘pop’ and a small wail of pain came from somewhere in his throat.

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@Sigil Thank you for the extension, off you go!
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Baronfjørd "Blackberry" Chedgusah
Dragon Born, Monk (Astral self), Level 03
HP: 9 / 24 Armor Class: 15 Conditions: N/A
Location: G10
Action: Breath Weapon Blue, Lightning (8 dmg)
Bonus Action:
Reaction:
Ki: 1/3
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Blackberry held back a cry of delight when Marita managed to push the Beast directly in front of him. The sheer size of the Beast nearly block his view beyond it entirely, not that it mattered at the point.

His jaw snapped open. A blast, a torrent of blue lighting tore violently though the air towards the Beast in front of him, but unlike natural lightning that would be drawn to and stop at the nearest target, it instead rolled across across the Beast like a boulder caught in a raging river. The forks of lightning which hit it arced across its body, jumping gleefully over and through making it’s grotesque muscles spasm uncontrollably and it's legs buckled beneath it. The remaining forks of lighting curved around the nearest Beast and sprinted towards the other, and Cavendish.

BlackBerry gave a cry and bounced from foot to foot with glee; his plan had worked. Over the twitching Beast infront of him he saw the second Beast and Cavendishbeyond enjoying his attack in the same manner.

“Haha!” BlackBerry cackled. A left over bolt arced over his nose again. “Bet that was a ‘shock’ was it not, you horrid beast!”

However, the joy as very short lived. He watched some of the residual arcs of his lightning hopping and skipping across the Beast in font of him completely lacking the expected scorch marks. In fact, he could see blue streaks tracing along the fraying threads, pulling them back together, tightening and closing the gaps that had begun to open between the mismatched lumps of flesh. When the last Arc had finished its journey the Beast in front of him looked horrifyingly a bit better than before. BlackBerry’s grin dropped like a stone.

“I mean…” He winced and grimaced “You are welcome.”

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oops....@sigil V's turn!!
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