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Agreed. I believe since the consensus is to move forward. The only input lacking may be Parum's, but I feel we will know her opinion implicitly.
Allow us to heed Brannor's suggestions, @Hekazu, sensing that as a troupe we would approach from down the road as a hook. If we all rolled stealth and Initiative could you describe the encounter, @Hekazu?
Allow us to heed Brannor's suggestions, @Hekazu, sensing that as a troupe we would approach from down the road as a hook. If we all rolled stealth and Initiative could you describe the encounter, @Hekazu?
@The Harbinger of Ferocity@Big Dread@Zverda@Cu Chulainn@JBRam2002@Hekazu
Dark Leviathan
Wick - 11 (Turn 1: EB and Hex)
Theodore – 7 (Turn 2: Hunter’s Mark and Crossbow Bolt)
Wick - 14 (Turn 2: Globe of Light and Hex)
Katia – 14 (Turn 2: Quarterstaff and Cat’s Claws)
Theodore – 13 (Turn 3: Hunter’s Mark and Crossbow Bolt)
Wick – 9 (Turn 3: EB without Hex)
Thea - 30 (Turn 3: Greatsword, Divine Smite, Redeemed smite)
Katia - 14 (Turn 3: Quarterstaff and Cat's Claws)
Total = 112
Is this right?
Dark Leviathan
Wick - 11 (Turn 1: EB and Hex)
Theodore – 7 (Turn 2: Hunter’s Mark and Crossbow Bolt)
Wick - 14 (Turn 2: Globe of Light and Hex)
Katia – 14 (Turn 2: Quarterstaff and Cat’s Claws)
Theodore – 13 (Turn 3: Hunter’s Mark and Crossbow Bolt)
Wick – 9 (Turn 3: EB without Hex)
Thea - 30 (Turn 3: Greatsword, Divine Smite, Redeemed smite)
Katia - 14 (Turn 3: Quarterstaff and Cat's Claws)
Total = 112
Is this right?
@Norschtalen, I hope you feel better!
Also, @Hekazu, it appears the stream feeds the mill in question, via its water wheel. Does this likely mean that its entrance is separated from us by a mote? Making it difficult to pick them off with arrows unless we commit to traversing to the other side?
I believe Parum is indeed correct; they are baiting us since the mill would have been one of the first structures to perish in the invasion.
OOC, I suggest we should kidnap a soldier and retreat. IC, Torus is willing to save the mill, if all believe it is in danger.
@Lucius Cypher, @Norschtalen, @Ryonara, @The Harbinger of Ferocity
I believe Parum is indeed correct; they are baiting us since the mill would have been one of the first structures to perish in the invasion.
OOC, I suggest we should kidnap a soldier and retreat. IC, Torus is willing to save the mill, if all believe it is in danger.
@Lucius Cypher, @Norschtalen, @Ryonara, @The Harbinger of Ferocity
@The Harbinger of Ferocity@Big Dread@Zverda@Cu Chulainn@JBRam2002@Hekazu
For a running tally, the turn-base damage against the Dark Leviathan, thus far, is:
Wick - 11 (Turn 1: EB and Hex)
Theodore – 7 (Turn 2: Hunter’s Mark and Crossbow Bolt)
Wick - 14 (Turn 2: Globe of Light and Hex)
Katia – 14 (Turn 2: Quarterstaff and Cat’s Claws)
Theodore – 13 (Turn 3: Hunter’s Mark and Crossbow Bolt)
Wick – 9 (Turn 3: EB without Hex)
Totaling to a grand total of 68 damage.
For a running tally, the turn-base damage against the Dark Leviathan, thus far, is:
Wick - 11 (Turn 1: EB and Hex)
Theodore – 7 (Turn 2: Hunter’s Mark and Crossbow Bolt)
Wick - 14 (Turn 2: Globe of Light and Hex)
Katia – 14 (Turn 2: Quarterstaff and Cat’s Claws)
Theodore – 13 (Turn 3: Hunter’s Mark and Crossbow Bolt)
Wick – 9 (Turn 3: EB without Hex)
Totaling to a grand total of 68 damage.
“Wick! Shield up, sister!”
Reflexively, the cleric raised her forearm behind her head after noting the Abjurer’s shout. In the hallowed hopes of a fruitful barricade, the holy shell covered neck and vasculature, as Haemer’s wintry dagger took flight, haphazardly recoiling off hovering pieces of Lyranth along its stunted trek. The icy sliver mirrored their battleground, burrowing closer with its barbs into the pivotal skirmish, where a couplet of ephemeral shades loomed over the reborn sage. Muffing its target, the glacial blade detonated into a freezing cloud of bitter splinters. The chilled shards compromised her attentiveness and relative safety on the stairwell as they drove deeper into her flesh and the wisps of smoke around. The sharp twinges varied substantially from the achy torture the surrounding Blackness had pulsed into their spirits. All the same, her concentration became erratic, unable to focus due to the vacillating throbs, an arctic rip tide with which her nerve endings overwhelmed her mental focus.
“Body, be damned. Rise!”
The toll of morale and physicality were appraising ever higher on the Celestial reincarnation. A price she would have to pay, if negligent. Bequeathing her master’s gift into a crevice within the crumbling steps, Wick sprang up, with rage oozing between gritted teeth. Erect with maddening wrath against the dark titan, her anger no longer smoldered. A spiritual incense that once fumigated her stance under the scattering daylight now erupted into a savagery only few were privileged prior. The enveloped ferocity suddenly and swiftly vented against the towering chaos guarding the portal, striking with a vengeful force reminiscent of an odium unmasked.
Pivoting while pinning the staff underfoot, Wick thumbed the latch on the scabbard and unsheathed the sizzling sickle, ready to reap the pangs of abhorrence against the encompassed animus. Her miniature scythe pleaded in her hand, in anticipation of mowing upon the threshing floor.
“Soon enough.” Her smirk whispered.
@Zverda@The Harbinger of Ferocity
Reflexively, the cleric raised her forearm behind her head after noting the Abjurer’s shout. In the hallowed hopes of a fruitful barricade, the holy shell covered neck and vasculature, as Haemer’s wintry dagger took flight, haphazardly recoiling off hovering pieces of Lyranth along its stunted trek. The icy sliver mirrored their battleground, burrowing closer with its barbs into the pivotal skirmish, where a couplet of ephemeral shades loomed over the reborn sage. Muffing its target, the glacial blade detonated into a freezing cloud of bitter splinters. The chilled shards compromised her attentiveness and relative safety on the stairwell as they drove deeper into her flesh and the wisps of smoke around. The sharp twinges varied substantially from the achy torture the surrounding Blackness had pulsed into their spirits. All the same, her concentration became erratic, unable to focus due to the vacillating throbs, an arctic rip tide with which her nerve endings overwhelmed her mental focus.
“Body, be damned. Rise!”
The toll of morale and physicality were appraising ever higher on the Celestial reincarnation. A price she would have to pay, if negligent. Bequeathing her master’s gift into a crevice within the crumbling steps, Wick sprang up, with rage oozing between gritted teeth. Erect with maddening wrath against the dark titan, her anger no longer smoldered. A spiritual incense that once fumigated her stance under the scattering daylight now erupted into a savagery only few were privileged prior. The enveloped ferocity suddenly and swiftly vented against the towering chaos guarding the portal, striking with a vengeful force reminiscent of an odium unmasked.
“Fall Demon!”
Pivoting while pinning the staff underfoot, Wick thumbed the latch on the scabbard and unsheathed the sizzling sickle, ready to reap the pangs of abhorrence against the encompassed animus. Her miniature scythe pleaded in her hand, in anticipation of mowing upon the threshing floor.
“Soon enough.” Her smirk whispered.
@Zverda@The Harbinger of Ferocity
I've stated in a previous RP my approval of these rules and that approval still stands.
What she said! I throw my hat with the lot of ya!
Agreed, @Lucius Cypher and @The Harbinger of Ferocity!
@Hekazu, the raven's second venture is 17. Any other novel info? :)
@Hekazu, the raven's second venture is 17. Any other novel info? :)
Koan. In the works.
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