Gordian Nought

D&D 5e - The Lost Lands

The throes of her senses wandered. For a moment.

Then Wick judged.

The nurturing shadows flickered upon her face as the predication of a liberating light leaped its hint nearby, with which the monster slayer burdened his corpus. A gaping freedom in the wildest sense as it cackled, faithful tendrils forgotten and lost in its own riot against Theodore’s flesh. The children of flames perceptibly breathed a holy vigor which dared a fervor and ardor, only mirrored by the masked Templar and his accompanying righteousness.

Was this the relief to the defender's guarded perception?

Perhaps, the warlock’s graceful embrace would cuddle and coddle the abrasive mind of the verdant knight, clinching a sun-kissed radiance developing in her frail palm. Her fingers outstretched, hoping her pale nails would touch the Green Man, and ignite a luminosity amidst the fog that plagued the knight’s acuity, which sought to harm the wardens who infringed upon his shrine.

She stole a glance from the Tabaxi, before breaking the invisible bread littered upon her lips.

“Do not bear false witness to the crumbling words written on a testifying heart. Betray not the soul’s devotion to your cradled tomb.”

Mechanics

Wick will touch the armor of the Green Man in an attempt to Cast Light. He must make Dex Saving Throw (DC 14) to avoid the spell. She will then move one step to the right towards Katia to provide and allow potential flanking for Katia and Theodore.

HP: 14/22
Temp HP: 7
AC: 17 (Breast Plate (14) + DEX Mod (1) + Shield (2))
Weapon: quarterstaff in dominant hand, others (sheathed)

Arcane Focus: Fleece Necklace
Concentration: Expeditious Retreat
Agonizing Blast: Add CHA modifier (+4) to Eldritch Blast damage

Spell Slots:
Warlock (Level 2): 2/2 First Level (On Expeditious Retreat and Cure Wounds)
Full Spell Caster (Level 2): 0/3 First Level
Globe of Light Limit: 0/1 (unused)

Spell Attack/DC:
Cleric: 3/11
Warlock: 6/14
Wizard: 4/12

Lesser Restoration: 1/Day after finishing a long rest (unused)
Arcane Recovery: 1/Day after finishing a short rest (used)
Fey Presence: 1/short rest (used)

@JBRam2002@The Harbinger of Ferocity

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

The sailor chose to converse plainly before their interrogator, hoping to not lose any with cryptic words but to entice fanaticism.

"By Tiamat’s sacred name, is there a zealot, in these trying times, who would be judged by faltering words, and not by their devout actions? We drowned the man with guile initially, befriending with peace before later engulfing him with the holy war sanctioned by our undying Queen. Between a bear, an orc, and a Hin, this so-called victor of Greenest was captured after losing his skirmishes, initially weakened by the claws of the great Cyanwrath. And later to the progeny of dragons."

His tongue quickly became clothed with Draconic.

"Is our act but a mere trifle? Heralding a defeated knight, who transgresses the Hoard, as a trophy, is this not a crown to adorn one of the many heads of our Dark Lady? It is the champion’s fate, I solemnly assure you, that I dread for lesser, undeserving harlots and heathens, who betray the glory of the Avaricious, when the reckoning of Her return consumes them with the purity of Her fire. I would rather die ten thousand deaths, than do anything out of servility towards the Empress of Dragonkind."

The pirate tickled his audience with the dénouement, but once more in Common.

"We are all slaves to our Archdevil’s will. It is folly and cowardice to cherish hopes amiss from this evil counsel. The prize paraded before us, in this encampment, is little different than any of us, for we are all simply fodder to Her ever-glowing furnace.

He stood up, feebly.

"Torag would march boldly and endlessly into and for the flames of our Mother."

@Hekazu

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

The doe slain and processed on the spit branded anger into the pirate’s heart. The cackling fire stirred an ire, which previously committed stoicism to his bound services to Nature, a law which stood as a plague to the custom of civilization. Brannor shared this deep wilderness of the soul. The elder's navy robes fringing upon the minotaur hide permitted a curiosity of nations, which deprived the sobriety of the lager of his seeming brethren.

The offered fresh sinew on spit bastardized his senses as the bandits demanded a stance, compacting the dimensions of his morality. Liberated from Xaron’s reign, his mind was generous. Shape was true, after discarding the ursine mantle, blatant and honest as an escort’s blanket on a sinful bed. The druid subdued his wrinkled composition and fierce qualities, hoping to thrive on the invention of the ruse, which Parum had earlier orchestrated.

Thus he began upon the horrid threshold of stating nothing, gleaning the necessary information of masses fed by the slaughter of Greenest and the vibrancy between the pillaged towns. The old man ignored the arrogance couched, though hunger churned his innards. Usually, a goodberry would recalitrate against the will of famishment, resisting the pangs of the flesh of man and bearing the pains of consciousness.

After he surveyed the Mess Hall, Torus returned to the miry road, which constrained and goaded the activities fretting the encampment. His feet directed towards the former path which led him previously alongside Rebrer, an inclination for familiarity which was alerted to the happenstances brewing.

It appeared the hive was alive. Something was wrong.

@Ryonara@Hekazu@Irredeemable@Lucius Cypher@The Harbinger of Ferocity

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

Will post today.

D&D 5e - The Lost Lands

The verdant master of this shrine spake of neutrality, an impartial objectivity of distempered intellects and mysterious verses. His hands apparently trusted in deliverance, of both affliction and redemption, penalizing those not quelled by the veil of his statements. The Face of this World flaunted blindness to his own axis, spinning doctrines yet commanding and defending the reliquary’s light. His cackling resolve sparked turbid waves as the monster slayer suffered the igniting clangor of an inferno fraught with terror and impetuous ferocity.

Laden again with murky dust, the warlock beckoned the trembling shadows to reinforce her constitution, lest the Green Man’s wind, once more, smit away the forests of shades, clinging to her soul, without restraint. The dark branches rent its illusory false life, hoping to bear the adverse heat and heart, the paladin heralded upon them.

The cleric’s eyes loosed an ounce of weariness against the knight’s sunken orbits.

Wick attempted to direct the nerve of their communed vision along the ancient foam encapsulating her, where smoke met celestial flesh. The competitive eyes of the diviner were babbling frogs before a hostile serpent, huddled in beguiling superiority. The Aasimar would sidestep, in defiance, curdling the fleeting shroud as she revolved in a positioned flank for Theodore, unmasking an unwept line of sight for the bard. Below her brows, her lashes fanned the unctuous air, waxing a Stygian ambiance with bold insubordination against their adversary’s endeavors for her very own disdainful submission, a banished anguish stemming from losing her former existence and Lyranth.

“Shameful surrender? Perish this thought as our will shalt only kneel in pained insolence!”

Mechanics

Wick casts False Life at Will for 7 Temp HP and then flank the Green Man for her main action.

Wick

HP: 14/22
Temp HP: 7
AC: 17 (Breast Plate (14) + DEX Mod (1) + Shield (2))
Weapon: quarterstaff in dominant hand, others (sheathed)

Arcane Focus: Fleece Necklace
Concentration: Expeditious Retreat
Agonizing Blast: Add CHA modifier (+4) to Eldritch Blast damage

Spell Slots:
Warlock (Level 2): 2/2 First Level (On Expeditious Retreat and Cure Wounds)
Full Spell Caster (Level 2): 0/3 First Level
Globe of Light Limit: 0/1 (unused)

Spell Attack/DC:
Cleric: 3/11
Warlock: 6/14
Wizard: 4/12

Lesser Restoration: 1/Day after finishing a long rest (unused)
Arcane Recovery: 1/Day after finishing a short rest (used)
Fey Presence: 1/short rest (used)

5e D&D - Mines of Phandelver

The sorcerer remained nefariously quiet, as palms and fingers etched stone, malleable to his utmost preserved concentration. The flame of the young wizard cackled, on his left-hand side, a spurning Megaera which enviously punished his jealous lack of insight. The Goliath abruptly halted the conducted orchestra of molded earth, committing the crime of broken taciturnity. The requiem wept a suggestion of a passage, an involution which would require his skill and testimony.

He cracked his knuckles, obnoxiously, as the petrified stone met its Perseus, the promised hero against the Medusan labyrinth afore them.

"All I can do is twy."

Sweat rent from his filthy fingernails, as dread posed and pressed closer to the walls of the allegorical cave. Brim focused again, half-expecting the muddy maze ahead, would incur a proverbial Gorgon. He pivoted and turned back to the mute and the mage.

"Hope this wock is not as fwustwasting as the wadde'."

Effects

Brim will attempt to excavate the caved-in passage on the right.

Ragnarov Fleet controlled space - Trespassers will be shot!

Either this was too good to not be a trap.

Or.

This calm individual had already meticulously wagered the odds, rolling the devilish dice that the Scroungers were, in fact, the lesser of the two evils, which in of itself, implied a likely harrowing encounter with these Slavers.

And.

What was in it for this Jace? Liberation of his home planet? Revenge? Was he employed by them? Perhaps a war of attrition to lessen the competition as two immense powers exhausted resources for jewels and metals?

These inquiries and more plagued the engineer, like a fog of locusts swarming her withering neurons, masticating and consuming angst and trepidation as she attempted to fully process this meeting, of yet another refugee of import. Sooner or later, the angel of death would catch up with their race, either in the masqueraded form of friend or foe. Trust must be earned, not swallowed, since being a giant fleet made them merely a larger target.

Curious, Vropda edged closer, allowing the tubes that constantly plasmapharesed her thin blood, to buzz, vibrating a sinister melody as she chanced another query.

"Do these Slavers have a name?"

@scifidude47@Hekazu

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

Does Cyanwrath knows he is a druid? Plus, Torus doesn't know they are on to them, correct?

D&D 5e - The Lost Lands

The hue of blood was visibly absent on the battlefield, yet smitten with harm, which delivered the brief temptation of cowardice upon the warlock, as she beheld her Beloved become engulfed in radiance, spewing forth retaliation against the mutilation of the Face of this World, which revolved upon the wardens of light. Sooner repressed within her was a new color as the luminosity, that of pale impairment and of dire need of reparations. She stopped attentively, ignoring the Green Man who would not listen to their pleas, but slash through her armor of shadows once again, imbuing destruction, to what seemed to her very grey soul.

Because her eyes could not conduct and sway away from Katia, through the dissipation of her circumscribed black air, the cleric halfheartedly struck back against the paladin, in reprisal, missing as her concentration remained affixed upon the injured Tabaxi. Wick weaved through the heavy fog of combat, towards the monk, laying hands of healing and warmth.

“Rise, milya, that pain may not cut off hope.”

There was a word quite different from her previous cantos, a saying given slightly from fear, but also in confidence. Because the broken phrase implied another meaning of adornment as restoration permeated the feline’s body, the diviner suddenly fled, keeping a distance and mindful of the monster slayer’s range.

Gritted teeth beckoned back. “If it comes to pass that one of us transcends, let it not be you.”

The flush of anger refilled the wizard’s cheeks on seeing the pallor of the graceful mouser, encouraging the mage with blind assurances of success, but betraying her many mental convolutions, as she yearned, with a prodigious exhaled stench, to conjure the pitiless shades, not only upon her own corpus, but also unto her friend's body, as they remained both naked in the flesh and soul, against the threat of the knight.

Effects

Wick suffers 11 damage, draining her 7 Temp HP to nought and takes an additional 4 leaving her at 14/22 HP. She will take her Attack of Opportunity against the Green Man, presumptively missing with a 13.

For her main action, she will move to Katia and cast Cure Wounds at will, regenerating 11 HP. For her bonus action, she move further away with Expeditious Retreat.

Wick's total movement includes:right 20 feet, diagonal 5 feet, then 20 feet upward as described on the map in Discord.

Wick

HP: 14/22
Temp HP: 0
AC: 17 (Breast Plate (14) + DEX Mod (1) + Shield (2))
Weapon: quarterstaff in dominant hand, others (sheathed)

Arcane Focus: Fleece Necklace
Concentration: Expeditious Retreat
Agonizing Blast: Add CHA modifier (+4) to Eldritch Blast damage

Spell Slots:
Warlock (Level 2): 1/2 First Level (On Expeditious Retreat)
Full Spell Caster (Level 2): 0/3 First Level
Globe of Light Limit: 0/1 (unused)

Spell Attack/DC:
Cleric: 3/11
Warlock: 6/14
Wizard: 4/12

Lesser Restoration: 1/Day after finishing a long rest (unused)
Arcane Recovery: 1/Day after finishing a short rest (used)
Fey Presence: 1/short rest (used)

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

What does Torag see in the Mess Hall? Any rolls needed?