Cu Chulainn

Fate/esoterica

@Feyblue I bet her luck is realllly realllllly low

D&D 5e - Lost Mine of Phandelver

Seethe

"While you would all do right to listen to Bar when he says to follow my orders, I'll have to add that I do not endorse what he has just said, nor does he speak on my behalf." Seethe would suddenly interject, referring to how Bar has been ordering everyone else to follow the wizard. He has spent his time everyone else has spent squabbling to goblins or cooking horses by making liberal use of the Prestidigitation cantrip cleaning the dirt off his robes. Diving and laying on earthen ground isn't good for your clothes, after all.

"The goblins don't know where our contacts are, was it they said? And what about their maps? Ask about those. The map cases were empty, and from what I know of out destination, those maps may be of dire importance. Phandalin'a some lowly frontier town, but it also home to an ancient trove of treasure known as Wave Echo Cave. Might be the reason why the dwarf called is here, actually..."

"Nevertheless, it's odd if the map cases are empty. If the dwarves got away, surrounded by such a large force of goblins. they would have gotten away in haste, and wouldn't be funbling over maps. Still, it's both in our best interest, as well as that of the Lord's Alliance that we find out where their hideout may be. More pilfered riches may be about for those of whom are simple enough to care for such, and, most importantly, we'll be able to stomp over another nest the pestilence known as banditry has made to harm these civilized lands. Either way, we should get some rest at some point. Fighting goblins is exhausting work..."

Seethe nodded and crossed his arms, taking a seat in one of the carts, pulling out a red leather-bound tome with the Lord's Alliance logo etched onto its cover, reinforced with silver and inlaid with different gemstones. Even the *pages* looked mesmerizing, as if they were all made with sheets of gold, at least if looked at from the outside. As he opened his tome, clean, almost clear white pages with different incantations can be seen to those who decide to take a gander at it.

"Oh, and once we're done with the goblins, don't kill any of them. Beat them into a bloody pulp and leave them with their limbs broken on the roads as an example for the fate of those who decide to stoop to highway robbery to make a profit. Fetid heathens..." Seethe added rather casually while he poured over his tome. He yawned soon after.

Effects

Seethe
HP: 8/8
AC: 15

Seethe casted Prestidigitation, like, a thousand times, at least.

Fate/Empty Providence

Woops, doubleposted

Fate/Empty Providence

I've just been waiting for the next DM post, honestly

D&D 5E - Forgotten Realms

Sir Halflight

A few moments ago, before the illusion was made clear...

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As Halflight and Uregaunt conversed, the knight began to notice something... off about the floor. It began to slowly ascend, towards the ceiling. Feeling that he had angered the Golem within the pillar with throwing that tube towards him had caused the figure to make a rash decision involving everyone's deaths?

Nah. That's preposterous.

Still, though, Halflight needed to assure the safety of himself and his newfound companion.

"My Goliath friend," Halflight called towards the hole where Thanath happened to be jump into, "How much room do you have out there?!"

"It's a lot bigger out here than it is where you are!" Thanath boomed in response "Also, I may have forgotten to mention that there's a portal out here! I don't know where it goes, but do know that it's here!"

"Interesting! Also, incoming!"

Just out of nowhere, Sir Halflight swung an arm towards Uregaunt, grabbing him by his gown's collar and dragging him forward, rather roughly.

"You'll thank me for this later!"

Halflight threw the half-elf in front of him after walking a few paces forward. Before he could react further, Sir Halflight planted the flat of his foot into Uregaunt's chest, pushing him backward. Sir Halfight decided he'd investigate the illusory pillar room after he assured his ally's safety. Hopefully, he can figure out how to stop the floor from moving, and maybe make peace with a potentially angry flesh-... stone-... wood.... Whatever Golem.

...

"Wait, it's an illusion?

Effects, or "TLDR"

Sir Halflight
HP: 52/55
AC: 12

Sir Halflight used his attack action and succesfully Grappled Uregaunt, dragging him ten feet forward before letting him go in front of him and using his next action to Shove Uregaunt. Halflight then manages Uregaunt 5 feet towards the hole.

Fate/esoterica

I see your argument, and I will, in kind, agree to disagree.

Fate/esoterica

Astolfo is Apocrypha's best girl. That's all I have to say on the matter.

D&D 5E - Forgotten Realms

Sir Halflight

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"Oh, Siandra, your voice... it's gotten awfully deeper, hasn't it?"

The gentle voice of a young man spoke from the southeast corner of the room. While it was, indeed, a soft voice, it had an otherworldly, almost imposing nature to it. A voice of the high spheres, from the upper planes of the Great Wheel.

The voice of an angel.

Shuffling slowly out of his bed was a lithe, handsome man with silvery long hair, in natural curls. Sitting up, he sleepily began to inspect his surroundings. He took a quick gaze at his strange bedfellows before realizing he surely isn't in a brothel anymore. Before he could say anything, he groaned, feeling sore and lacking much rest. Luckily for him, he's rather used to the pain, and brought his right hand up to his chest, channeling divine magic through it, causing his already seraphic features to glow more with a heavenly light.

As he healed himself, the young man began to recollect what had happened last night...

What a night.

It was a night of passions flared and blood spilled. A night riddled with violence as well as love. A night one would have a hard time both remembering and forgetting...

Deep within the less than reputable parts of the City of Splendors, an out-of-place character made his rounds. A Shining Knight in a full steel plate, polished to look just like silver. His blue mantle embroidered with that of a unicorn's profile, denoting his status as none other than a Knight of the Unicorn, an adventurer dedicated to lofty ideals and in service of the goddess Lurue.

He remembered the sound of crying as a woman of the night detailed to him a drunken sailor doing naught but beating her, and crying for retribution. He remembered the sound of bones cracking and blood splattering as he found the sailor and proceeded to beat him to a bloody mess; he had only intended to intimidate the man, maybe scare him off, but the idiot had drawn a dagger with the intentions of stabbing him through his armor, only to leave a long scratch across the once perfectly shining cuirass, and a deeply insulted knight. He remembered the utterings of the woman when she had given him his due "reward," spending the night exploring eachother's own carnal pleasures.

It was a night well spent, and a fight well fought.

It was, indeed, a night to be remembered...

The man chuckled to himself gently as the light from his hands slowly faded, and he looked better than he did just earlier. It was then he realized that embedded within his arm was a scarlet gemstone. His silvery eyes examined his arm, curiously so, before looking up and noticing that the others who had awakened also sported such gems; some of them wishing to defend themselves, while the larger ones decided to introduce themselves. While watching them all more carefully, he could see that they had gems embedded within their arms as well, and between himself, the bladed man, and the tiny woman, - wait, is that a fairy? - the man could gather that the gems may be in their non-dominant arm. What was also kept to note was how only a few had similar gem colors, such as him and the man with the sword.

In his investigation of others, he happened upon something peculiar: Perhaps the most outlandish looking man-thing in the center of the room had happened to absentmindedly discover an illusory wall as he'd gotten out of his bed, a breeze blowing on his blanket through the wall. Noticing that, the white-haired man turned back, at the wall near his bed, to try something. He slid out of his slab to stand up, revealing more of his tall, slim, but athletic form. Aside from the glaring scar in his arm, which was mostly healed, his alabaster skin seemed just perfect in a supernatural sense. He then picked up his blanket and proceeded to sweep it across his slab towards the wall it was attached to. All that resulted in, however, was a big mess.

Seeing as his investigation was complete, and he had made a clumsy mistake that most of the others may not have catched on, the man decided to continue the movement of his blanket to save face, turning it into a full flourish. As he completed the maneuver, he had wrapped his blanked around himself similar to a cloak, as a means to keep warm, as well as to make himself look more modest.

Well, not that he had much of a problem showing skin.

The man had gone onto a knee, bowing his head and closing his eyes.

"Good morrow to you all, my brothers and sisters in gowns. My name is Sir Ysalain Halflight, Knight of the Unicorn and profaned Paladin of The Unicorn Queen. You can all call me Sir Halflight."

The Knight looked up and smiled, before standing up, letting his blanket drop down to the ground. He looked over to everyone else, hoping that they have all calmed down, before continuing.

"It seems that perhaps we have all been invaded here, yes? Perhaps to have been performed upon us an outlandish experiment, judging by the contents of the room... and before we start having at each other's next, I'd advise to look at your arms. We all have a strange stone embedded within for whatever reason. We should all work together for the time being and find a way to escape..." He noted, nodding his head slowly as he spoke.

Perhaps unknown to them, however, Sir Halflight had already discovered a potential escape. Sure, he could have just lead them to it himself, or perhaps even cast Invisibility and escape unnoticed whilst they continued to squabble at eachother, confused and afraid.

But no, he had chosen simply to put the idea of escape in their head so that they might work together in order to figure it out. He supposed that whatever had trapped them might have lain some traps ahead for them, and he wished to test the strength of his potential allies.

Halflight wished to see who among them is the most cunning of the lot, or at least the most observative. If he were to work with them to find an escape, he needed to know the strengths of all his allies...

Effects, or "TLDR"

Sir Halflight
HP: 52/55
AC: 12

Sir Halflight first used all his charges of Lay on Hands to heal himself from 27 to 52 HP. He then investigated the room, discovering the illusory wall with a roll of 16 before making quite the flourish to introduce himself as well as the observations he has made, withholding the information about the wall in favor of letting everyone else discover it, to see which among them is the smartest or most observative

Fate/esoterica

@WanderingSpirit George Washington would have at least one nuclear warhead, I'm pretty sure

Fate/esoterica

@Crusader Lord The snake wins