[center][h3][u][b]INITIATIVE:[/b][/u][/h3][url=https://dicecloud.com/character/sazJk8KiWd6YphfBd/Mila-Zaseis][color=00746b][b]Mila[/b][/color][/url] - 26 (nat 20)
[url=https://dicecloud.com/character/ZjTxHjYWdvPnhw5mn/Aryn-of-the-House-of-Clanneth][color=8882be][b]Aryn[/b][/color][/url] - 22
[color=B0E0E6]Malory[/color] - 19
[url=https://dicecloud.com/character/GRaSqJzi2JAEarwni/Harridan-Tyke][color=B0E0E6][b]Harridan[/b][/color][/url] - 14
[url=https://dicecloud.com/character/PKBgdRvPvzaGs36xm/Rygar-Treeguard][color=DA7A55][b]Rygar[/b][/color][/url] - 12 
[url=https://dicecloud.com/character/Jy3WrqcSHjsAQzttp/Alexandra-the-Valkyrie][color=BADB01][b]Alexandra[/b][/color][/url] & [color=DE1F1C]Adalwin[/color] - 12
[i]Ninja[/i] - 11
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[hider=Round 1][@JBRam2002] The summoned dragon was impressive from this so-called archwitch, to be sure, but Mila had seen umbral illusions before. This one didn't scare her in the least, and from her carefully picked hiding spot of several feet away, an invisible Mila extended her hand towards the fearsome dragon, casting a spell and becoming visible once more. The arcane forces placed a stranglehold on the draconic neck, snapping it in twain and killing the magic before it fully appeared. 

With some annoyance at blowing her cover, the tiefling muttered under her breath and cast another spell. It appeared almost as if she were reaching for the broom as she focused on the Dispel Magic Abjuration, but the witch's own Counterspell ended that before it could take effect. [color=00746b]"Sorry to rain on your parade, O Great and Powerful Archwitch,"[/color] she said, stepping forward from the shadows to return to where she had first joined the circle. [color=00746b]"But I think we all know who our enemy is now! Let's get her!"[/color]

[Natural 20 on Wis Save for 27 vs fear effect. Counterspell on the Dragon with a Charisma Ability Check roll of 23, beating even the DC for a 9th lvl spell. Level 5 Dispel Magic then cast on the broom's Fly effect, which is then countered by Vasillia. Movement to return to where she was previously.]

[@ihinka] As Aryn was looking about, coldly, assessing, the rock gnome suddenly raised her hands and declared herself the 'great Archwitch Vasillia'. The dark aura that seemed to surround her sprang to life and out of nowhere a monster appeared that was like nothing Aryn had ever seen in the deepest recesses of her oceans. Her heart ceased with fright and she stood there, almost petrified, unable to move.

She couldn't even reach for her shield in her frightened state and then just as miraculously as the dragon had appeared, it vanished into thin air. Apparently an illusion conjured by the shifty rock gnome. Just as the illusion dissipated the alluring frail looking tiefling reappeared sending a biting remark the great Archwitch Vsillia's way. Immediately followed by an invite towards the others to act as well.

Aryn, deeply embarrassed by the fact she allowed herself to be taken in by a simple illusion felt her primal rage boil within her and try as she might, she could not regain control of her mortification. Enraged she lunged for the fleeing gnome.

[Aryn rages as a roll enforced bonus action. She will then take her full movement of 40 feet towards Vasillia. As she enters her rage, the Storm Herald within her awakens and her rage activates her Storm Aura, that extends 10 feet from her in every direction. She uses her action to dash another 40 feet towards Vasillia. If she comes within 10 feet of her Aryn can choose her as a target of the Storm Aura effect. The target must make a Dex saving throw, DC 17. On fail it takes 3d6 lightning damage, half as much on a successful one.]

[Vasillia fails save with a 15 and takes [color=8882be][b]10[/b][/color] lightning damage]

[@16 Bit] Malory blinked once with both eyes. Sunddenly, a dragon! The frog watched as the dragon disolved back into the magic of which it was born. Watching as the Triton took off in a mad dash to give pursuit to the gnome flying away on the broom stick. The frog hipped, hopped, a hippy hip hop. It didn't stop til the hip hop hippy hopped till it dropped out from behind its master and between her and the fleeing gnome. Waiting for further instruction from the halfling.

Harridan had to hand to to the goat girl. She thought the woman left, but it was nice to watch her take down that dragon with a well timed spell. Though the gnome seemed to made her an enemy of everyone who acted thus far; five of the six strangers working together didn't seem that bad of a start. Could've been worse. So as not to disturb the peace any further; Harridan followed the raging barbarian, tapping the frog on its back to follow as she ran past.  [color=B0E0E6]"Come. Shield."[/color] Her hands let go of her shield, flying out from her body in tandem with the dusty rose ioun stone that continued to circle her body. 

[Harridan activated her animated shield and ran (30ft) together with her frog (dashing 20ft + 20ft) after the triton and the gnome]

[@Azena] Rygar eased his stance some as one by one the women began to claim similar ignorance to their situation.  It was becoming clearer to him that they were all pawns in someone else’s game.  The more driving question was who exactly and to what purpose.  Such an event was often told in folklore: great heroes summoned together by a deity or similar overseer to prevent or destroy a great evil.  As strong as he was, Rygar did not consider himself a great hero.  The women surely had the potential from appearances alone, but he could not speak for their motives and spirit.

As if his thoughts were being projected to the group, one of the women proved Rygar’s point.  The gnomish [i]archwitch[/i] took to the sky, spewing threats, but not before calling forth a shadow draconic figure.  Rygar cheered as it vanished before it could even finish stepping through the veil and the horned one rejoined them.  Rygar cursed under his breath as the others made after the gnome.  He was readied for battle, not a chase, but he was not about to let her get away.  After all, given her threats, she was the most likely suspect of their predicament.

[Rygar slings his shield back onto his back as an action and chases after them with his full 50ft speed.]


[@The Grey Dust] Dovahvokun.
Fear not the dragon, though claws tear and tail crush.
Fear not its teeth that bite or breath that ruins.
Fear the dragon's shadow which brings the dragon.

[color=DE1F1C]"A gathering of powerful warriors."[/color] Adal's mind reached out to Alex, his wisdom far greater than hers. Yet even he did not know who it was that summoned them here, remaining still and silent as his eyes scanned the remaining five with equal wonder. [color=DE1F1C]"Be cautious Alex. I have a bad feeling about this."[/color]

The Mer-kin who echoed Alex's demands, her voice just as authoritative as any strong woman's, a woman after the Valkyrie's own heart. She looked strong, capable of hewing her enemies in twain with her battleaxe. She was a warrior woman who Alex could align herself with, perhaps even a friendly workout partner, although perhaps not for swimming... Or perhaps best for swimming as such a rival would push the spearmaiden to match a mer-kin's seaswiftness. In contrast was the dwarf, short and stocky, another warrior by the looks of things, yet he was seen as little more than another solider in battle, generally dismissed as one of the typical males who failed to best Alex in their games. The valkyrie after all had out-fought, out-drank, out-wrestled and out-competed the daring men who tried for her affections. Though no animosity was given towards him, certainly the dwarf did not yet have the admiration Alex had of the triton woman. Then last amongst them now was the shieldmaiden, who seemed to talk like elders in diplomacy, speaking in circles about who summoned them may have made himself... Hah, himself, wait... Did she imply the dwarf was the one responsable? Or did she know more than...

Formed from the twisting darkness, summoned forth from the dark circle which spewed forth the black flames. There the blackest dragon appeared from the bleak miasma, roaring a terrible cry that split the skies with its dark summoning. This archwitch gnome appeared to command a great magic to contort the writing monster. What power was found in one so small? How could such tiny limp arms tame such a great beast? One so majestic and terrifying a whole slew of warriors would often need to assemble to take one down. Even she, in all her years of fighting, had only slain three dragons with Adalwin, and each time it was an enjoyably combat. There was nothing as exhilarating as too bathe in the arterial spray that came with driving Svar into the creature's heart and ripping out all the entrails in a moment of victory and shout your battleworn scream. How did the small gnome enslave such a dragon to her will without a proper battle cry? Such squeaking voice was far too impotent to instill fear into the hearts of the enemies. Yet none so far had claimed to be the one that had pulled them all from their other lives, all had denied responsibility. But such a display of magic could only narrow down two among them certainly right? And if she could summon a dragon, then could that noisy gnome be the one responsible?

It was then when the Demon-kin reappeared, pulling off the veil of invisibility to claim the dragon's head. For Magic it seemed must defeat magic, and whatever it was, beyond a barbarian's understanding of how magic works. A snapped dragon's neck and alas the beast vanished as if it were never truly there. Shame, it would have made a worthy prize, and perhaps, just perhaps Alex was wrong to believe the slender girl was a weak coward who fled before the battle began, just as the startled halfling before may have considered fleeing before the sight of a dragon. In truth perhaps Alex would have too for a moment, not yet ready to face a dragon while letting the summoner flee on her bewitched broom. Hah what warrior lets others fight for her while she flees? Spurred on by the bedeviled tiefling, the amazoness quickly gave a nod towards the now-visible girl before her lungs expelled her rally. [color=BADB01]"Ride! Show them swiftness Adal!"[/color]

The unicorn's eyes focused on tailing after the broomstick, a deep breath taken before the equine's burst of speed. No broom would match his hooves, no witch shall escape them. The heavy snorts and huffs, as trot turned instantly into gallop, bolting past the mechanical frog and its master, past the stubby dwarf's legs, and approaching the chasing mer-girl who entered battle frenzy as the air around her smelled of storm and sea. With a glance at her potential rival coming closer from behind, Alex roared and entered her own fury, empowering herself with the zeal of a valkyrie, power rising with a divine rage which wanted to pin and skewer the gnome offer her magic broom. Then with one final burst blessed Adal pushed forward, the stallion's muscles matching Alex's own as they trampled the earth with a frenzy, overtaking her comrade atop her trusted mount.

They charged into the fray, and the sacred spear Svar was raised, the gems inset into the deadly tip shining with the light of divine fury. With a thrusting jab, the witch was attacked on the pass once to inflict a moderate wound against the gnome. But it was merely the start, for as they intercepted her path, flanking the witch between to two warrior women, Alex tightened her core muscles, twisting her upper body with the movements of her horn-brother's turn, to take another stabbing mark at the gnome despite the danger she may hold. [color=BADB01]"Yield Witch. Or I will crush your tiny arrogant skull with my bare hands."[/color]

[Alex enters Rage as bonus action. Adal Dashes 90 feet to position flanking position right of Vasilla. Alex remains mounted and attempt 2 attacks on Vasilla. Both attacks hit, dealing [color=BADB01][b]40[/b][/color] Piercing and [color=BADB01][b]14[/b][/color] Radiant damage.]

[i]An invisible shimmer of light was all there was to to give away his position; quickly coming into focus as he pulled back his rapier and aimed to skewer the goat girl. He knew not why everyone was brought into this world; but  after his run-in with the pirates, he knew there was only one way out. Be the last man standing. 

His blow struck true. Years of training evident as his blade was now tainted in tiefling blood.  Though, the fight was far from over. The woman still stood and the others seemed less  inclined to fight for themselves than he had origonally hoped.[/i]

[Ninja's invisability vanishes; attacking with advantage (activating sneak attack) at Mila. Crit rolled; guarenteed hit and dealing an extra maxed (10d6+1d8), for a total of [i][b]106[/b][/i] Piercing damage.]

[@Vasillia] [color=violet]"You fools! I'd never yield to the inferior."[/color] The tiefling girl had the audacity to  counter her presious dragon, and now she was beeing hunted by the barbarians of the group. One of the women's mere aura shocking her while the other actually landed a blow with her spear. [color=violet]"You will all rue the day for your insolence."[/color]

Vas grabs tight her broom and continues to fly off; this time achieving lift off and getting off the ground. She had to get out of the barbarians' range if she was ever going to show them what a real wizard could do. 

[Vasilla flys out of reach with a move action, 50 ft, provoking AoO from Aryn and Alex]

[indent]Blind to almost anything else in her rage Aryn had only eyes for the one who'd dubbed herself the great Archwitch. As Aryn sensed the gnome's intent to flee again, just as she'd managed to catch up with her, the triton gripped the axe with both hands and swung mightily. [Aryn will attack with her battleaxe wielding it with both hands (versatile) 1d10 +9+2 for a total of [color=8882be][b]23[/b][/color] slashing damage.]

[color=BADB01]"I said yield!"[/color] The roar of a raging templar, striking with the resolve of fury. Another piercing strike for another flesh wound as the witch fled away like the coward she was. One last strike aimed to pierce the bowel most grievously, a small target, and yet still her spear broke through. The gnome would find her cowardice the ire of both muscular warrior women, for the storm-bringer had brought upon the witch her axe, and the valkyire her spear. Between them both, she would not last long in the melee, not without any trickery of her sorcery. Vile witch.

{insert Alex's [color=BADB01][b]20[/b][/color] damage here.}
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Having successfully put some distance between them (will some extra unwanted damage), the archwich turned arround and cast her spell near where she took off from. A blinding veil enveloped the group that gave chase; creating a dome 15 feet high. All vision is obscured through the veil; the inside turning shade with a violet hue, and the outside appearing as a red, firey ball. 

[Vasilla summons a surrounding veil of light; forcing DC 21 Con Save to Alex, Adal, Aryn, and Rygar else be blinded.]

[[color=BADB01][b]33[/b][/color], [color=DE1F1C][b]17[/b][/color], [color=8882be][b]19[/b][/color], [color=DA7A55][b]27[/b][/color]; rolled respectfully. Adal and Aryn are now blind for 1 minute.][/hider]

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