Cu Chulainn

Iquenos: In Nomine Domini

Is it fine if I hold back on posting my sheet until tekstuff is explained? I plan to make a pretty techy ventus artificem magus.

Or I could go a scholaris for variety.

Iquenos: In Nomine Domini

Would owning a small airship big enough to fit the protagonists and some of their things be too much to start with?

To better describe it, it'd be similar to a charter boat, or perhaps even a yacht.

D&D 5e - The Lost Lands

Cesar Lorenzo Tidesong Bolivar
Turyn, en la oscuridad

@The Harbinger of Ferocity@Gordian Nought@JBRam2002

I swear to the gods, these pests are more annoying than seagulls on a Monday afternoon...

Cesar grinned. They were all closing in on the giant, and that meant finally going through that door. All they needed to do was cut through these last few shadows. Salvation was almost reached. At least, until...

To summarize this moment, I'll have to refer to the old adage. There are two things certain in life: Death, and these malditos shadows!

The shadows had began to rush over once again, in groups, swarming both himself, and his ally, Wick. Cesar managed to avoid most of their blows, but one of their claws had struck Cesar once again, although it has half the same sort of discomforting feel he had felt when clawed the first time. The grave chill still shook Cesar's core, but it was minor enough for him to waive off.

"Aha! Is that all you ratas got?" Cesar boasted, before taking a deep breath. The bard cupped his free hand over his mouth, magic gathering within it. A second later, he released a mighty, ear-shattering roar, loud enough for whatever's left of this wracked world to hear.

What wasn't as mighty was the sore throat I had after...

The roar released a wave of thunderous might, blasting over to some of the shadows attacking both himself and Wick. The force was strong enough to wrack all those in its wake, causing the shadows to shrivel away and fly back into the thing in the sky.

Cesar took a quick breather, turning to the last shadow nearest him, drawing his longsword and grinning.

"En guardia, rata."

Cesar's turn

Cesar
HP: 13/15
Lvl 1 Spell Slots: 1/3

Cesar casted Thunderwave northward, hitting and destroying the shadows surrounding him and Wick for 5 damage.

Cesar used his free action to draw his longsword, turning to the remaining shadow.

Fate/Empty Providence

Odysseus

The Church

This recent turn of events had been... interesting for Archer, to say the least. It started when Boxzerker appeared. He didn't sound like any Heroic Spirit Archer would have known, and due to his antics, he seems like an odd sort of Berserker, overall. He was able to communicate quite well. It very well could mean he has a high parameter in Mad Enhancement.

But Berserkers are always special cases. Especially if one chooses to adorn themself in cardboard.

Either way, it seemed that this isn't Boxzerker's first Master. And it definitely isn't their last, either. His first Master was taken by something, Boxzerker said. Something different from a Servant. Perhaps it had something to do with those oddities, perhaps?

Surprisingly, Ruler had taken a stand again, using one of his unique Command Spells to control another Berserker. Berserker of the Einzburns? He'll have to talk with his Master if he knows of such a Magi family. This specific family has had more time to prepare than his own Master had, apparently, and by the sounds of it, this sort of Servant they have summoned sounds like quite a threat if Ruler was to intervene.

Archer was about to ask Boxzerker more about this thing that abducted his first Master before he disappeared, leaving naught but boxes and his second Master at his wake.

Let me know when you're done asking questions, Alex. I'll be heading over to the forest to see what those two Berserkers are capable of...

Archer had started to make his way to the door, stopping as he turned away from his Master when he heard another knock. A woman entered, followed by a hulking man, materializing behind her. Another pair, Archer had thought. Interesting. A few ideas ran through his head, and he believed it best if he was to communicate them to his Master.

There will be more Servants approaching, and judging by the presence of Ruler, we have a measure of safety in this area. I think it may be best for you to stick around while we're still welcome here, in order to get firsthand information on both Servants and their Masters. Other than that, I plan to watch that fight between the two Berserkers while it's still on. For now, however... Archer had communicated to his Master, before turning back to face the newcomers, his eyes surveying the both of them, judgingly.

"Don't mind the boxes. Just a discarded set of armor from another Servant who visited here." Archer waved off, placing his hands in his hoodie pockets. "Quite a sight, if you asked me."

@Beloss@Moonlit Sonata@Holy Grail

D&D 5e - High Seas and Tall Tales

I think we should all be unkillable demigods who can kill tarrasques with a touch

But these rules look fine to me

D&D 5e - The Lost Lands

Cesar Lorenzo Tidesong Bolivar
Turyn, en la oscuridad

@Zverda@JBRam2002@The Harbinger of Ferocity

We were closing in on that thing... what was it called again? A Dark Libertarian? Ah, I'm not that good in words with more than three syllables.

Cesar watched as that gloomy giant hurled his blighted ball of shadowy fire at his allies. They don't seem to have taken any major wounds from the explosion, however, which is good. Disappointingly, the blast caused Thea to stumble back and lose her concentration on that nice shield she had conjured up for him. Cesar figured it'd be wise not to stay too close to his allies if it had another attack like that in tow.

And since they were all heading over to hit the damned thing, I figured I'd just sit back and support them from afar...

"Call this returning the favor." Cesar called over to Thea, moving up and positioning himself behind paladin before gesturing with his free hand, waving it towards the shadowy behemoth.

"You know, purple isn't a nice color on you... let's try some azul." Cesar had said, his words laced with magic as a pale, blue light surrounded the Leviathan. Through sheer luck, however, the large thing managed to avoid being enveloped by the glow.

"¡Hijo de puta!" Cesar cursed at this development, shaking his head. He needed to save face, however, and decided to give Thea a motivational boost, seeing as she moved in looking dedicated to smite the dark bastard.

"Hit that perra with your best shot! Let it collapse from your divine might!"

Cesar's turn

Cesar
HP: 14/15
Bardic Inspiration: 1/3
Lvl 1 Spell Slots: 2/3

Cesar moved up 30 ft, behind Thea, but still far enough to not be directly behind her.

Cesar used his action to cast Faerie Fire at the Dark Leviathan, but it did a matrix dodge to successfully avoid the spell.

Cesar used his free action to curse the Dark Leviathan's mother.

Finally, Cesar used his bonus action to give Thea a Bardic Inspiration die, as explained in Cesar's first turn.

D&D 5e - The Lost Lands

Cesar Lorenzo Tidesong Bolivar
Turyn, en la oscuridad

@Zverda@The Harbinger of Ferocity@JBRam2002

Now, you're probably wondering... how did we end up in this mess? Well, that's a long story... It started with the end of the world.

Cesar looked up to the orb in the sky, nodding his head to the side with a frown. He watched as it swallowed huge chunks of land like they were nothing. Whatever that was, Cesar is certain he does not want to end up being swallowed by that sphere. A dread feeling would wash over the sailor's gut- But of course, I made sure not to make it obvious to my allies that I was afraid! - as the darkness slowly continued to consume the world as he knew it.

It was then the diminutive beings of darkness began to creep in from whatever hole the come from. Shadows. Pests that prefer to confound their prey like wolves. There's always a few shadows they'd have to deal with. It's practically become routine. Cesar groaned as he hovered his blade over his sword. The sooner he took care of them, the sooner he'd be out of this gods-forsaken blighted heap.

Then it appeared.

A being of darkness, just like the shadows, but larger. Far larger. As big as a whale, Cesar would judge. As it continued to manifest its shape, Cesar's hand began to shake with fear. As its dreadful, purple eyes hovered over Cesar, it felt as if his own soul was being stared into. This caused the young mariner to hesitate, almost freezing with fear.

It only took some of Cesar's allies to charge towards the behemoth to snap the sailor out of his trance. The masked zealot had carved their path open, and his allies proceeded to rally towards the dark thing. Cesar had to swallow his fear and muster up the courage needed to help his allies, and lead them to victory. What sort of captain would he be if he hesitated while the lives of his crewmates were on the line?

What sort of man would he be to his father if he let his friends die under his watch?

Cesar took a gulp, shaking his head. He had to make sure all thoughts of doubt left his mind. He looked down, for a second, before noticing the shimmering light that began to surround him. Cesar looked up, to find the source of such a blessing, thinking the gods finally decided to shine upon him, for once,- which, at the time, would've been quite surprising, given the amazing rapport we share. - but that fantasy quickly died when he saw that the young warrior, Thea, had placed a shield of faith upon him.

"Gracias, lady Thea!" Cesar called at her direction. The shield further filled Cesar's confidence up. He decides to head on in with the rest, the only way to go being forward. Cesar stepped to the side of the Shadow nearest him, rolling away from its grasps, but not before a claw managed to land a hit on him.

Well, at least the mariner wasn't bleeding from it.

Cesar got back on his feet, and continued forward, but not before looking back at Katia. She was fast, but she'd practically be cornered by those three shadows. Cesar knows well how much they favor swarming a single target. He drew his hand crossbow, firing a shot at the shadow closest to the monk. Grinning as his bolt flew true, Cesar began to reload his crossbow.

"Vaminos, mi felina!" Cesar called to Katia, with a nickname he had given her long ago. "Show these ratas that moxie that I know you for!"

With one of those shadows out of the way, Katia would be able to catch up with everyone else, Cesar had thought. He continued his movement, towards the rest of his allies, preparing to provide he proper support where it's needed.

Cesar's turn

Cesar
HP: 14/15
Bolts: 39
Bardic Inspiration: 2/3

Cesar ran off from the Shadow he was facing, taking an Opportunity Attack from it for 2 damage.

Cesar moved towards the rest of the party, stopping briefly while he was 20 ft from his normal position.

Cesar drew his hand crossbow, using his action to Attack, firing at the Shadow adjacent to Katia. The bolt struck true dealing 3 damage.

Cesar used his bonus action Bardic Inspiration on Katia, giving her a 1d6 to add on to any skill check, saving throw, or attack roll.

Finally, Cesar continued his movement by walking another 10 feet forward, positioning himself behind the rest of his party.

The Hearts of Azalore (Fantasy, Grim-dark, Rp)

Oh boy, looks like there's alot already. Still interested in joining if there's more room. For variety's sake, I'm thinking of going an Elf

A Wild Newbie Appears

clicked because 10/10 name 👌👌

Welcome to the Guild. I tend to frequent the Casual section, as well. See you around there!

Gothic Lands: Arcana [High-Fantasy] [Adventure] [Magic]

@SmileyJaws Yeah, still am