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D&D 5e - Titan Hunters

"Children shouldn't be left with lingering fear when none is to be had." Lonett said in answer to the half-orc's words. She re-positioned her mask before turning to look at the paladin. His horse was strong and mighty, just as the rider himself. Lonett recognized the symbol of Tyr on him as well as the emblem of the Hammers of Grimjaws, an elite group among the paladins of Tyr to her knowledge. From the way he carried himself and spoke, he seemed honest and straightforward, from what little Lonett could glean. She nodded to the paladin in acknowledgement just as a spunky gnome passed them on her way up, riding on a mechanical beast. She spoke to the half-orc, bidding him to be at ease, allowing Lonett a moment to step back into her shell and don her warrior face, which she'd forsaken to speak with the little girl.

The monster slayer started up the steps once again, walking with Divna beside her, keeping pace with the paladin. She looked back at the ragtag group of heroes of varying race, specialty and age. Turning her gaze back upon the paladin of Tyr, she spoke from behind her mask. "Judging by the might the Twin Dukes are gathering. We'll find out why we were summoned sooner rather then later." Lonett finished, her words muffled by the mask, but still clear enough for the half-orc to make out.

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Lonett was walking slowly, gazing about the paved streets of Mavros. The carefully constructed buildings with their appealing facades. The scores of shops and stalls. The people hustle and bustle about their business all around them. T'was a beautiful city. Obviously well governed. Safe. By the looks of the mindful archers, scanning for even the slightest sign of danger. Lonett appreciated the effort the rulers of this city expended to keep its denizens safe. Or at least she would had it not been for the constant pecking she was receiving at equal intervals from Divna.

The large owlbear was walking beside her, Lonett's head, even as tall as she was, barely reaching Divna's shoulders. And she was not happy about it. She hated it whenever the two of them had to enter the bigger cities. But since the two of them were largely inseparable, Divna always accompanied her. Even if she took it upon herself to constantly remind Lonett she didn't like it in the big cities. At the moment she was busy doing just that, pecking away at her human companion's head and shoulders.

Lonett thrust her hand up and into Divna's face, getting clipped by the sharp beak for her trouble. It was nothing more then a love peck a mother would give her offspring, so the woman just hissed and shook her hand out. "Ow, by the gods! I get it. I know you don't like the big cities. But it can't be helped." Lonett continued her conversation with the owlbear, the two never slowing their stride. They were, however, attracting some attention from the passersby. People were turning their heads with interest, observing the woman calmly exchanging words with a creature renowned for its unrelenting fierce nature as if it was no big deal. "We've been together long enough for you to know what drives us."

Divna produced an angry screech and some of the people in the vicinity jumped in shock, some in fear. Some even fumbled their possessions on the ground.

"Yes." Lonett agreed out-loud as if understanding what that screech had meant. "So we have to do this." The woman raised her hand yet again. Only this time she ran it gently through the owlbear's fur along the neck. "I promise. We'll stay long enough to find out about our next quarry." The huge beast of an animal appeared to calm down under the hand of the masked woman. So much so that the people who'd been startled a minute ago were now looking on in complete and utter dismay at the pair walking calmly among this group of adventurers of some renown.

Lonett on her part also looked onward. She wasn't much for socializing, or doing the party thing. She had worked with groups to take down more dangerous foes. But not as a rule. Whatever quest the rulers of the Seat of Mavros wanted to bestow upon them, it would have to be a mightily dangerous one, to call upon such names. Lonett didn't know any of them personally, but even she knew of some of them by reputation. She wondered what could be so dangerous that the leaders of this city would call upon for help so many time hardened heroes.

"I guess we'll soon find out, won't we, ol' girl." She petted Divna's neck once more and the owlbear squawked in her ear. A girl near them jumped in fright and immediately started crying. "Now see what you've done!" Lonett chastised stopping to scowl at Divna. If an owlbear could roll her eyes, that's what the people around would have seen just then.

In the mean time Lonett lowered her mask, rumaged through the saddlebags strapped to Divna and finding what she was looking for cautiously approached the little girl. She crouched in front of her.

"Sorry about the big lug over there." She said in a soft voice. "She's just nervous cuz of all the people and she likes to remind me constantly of it." Lonett leaned a bit into the girls space. "Cuz I can speak with animals." She whispered conspiratorially in the girl's ear. And as she'd hoped a head peaked at her shyly. The girl's face was tear stricken, but curious.

"Can you really..." She paused. Then as if remembering something, added. "Miss."

Lonett smiled. "I sure can." She looked at Divna meaningfully and the owlbear almost appeared to sigh, but emitted a quieter squawk in their direction.

The girl looked between Lonett and Divna in awe. "What did she say?" She asked eager, her eyes already dry.

"She says she's sorry for scaring you. And to give you this as an apology." Lonett unwrapped her fist and in her palm lay a tiny wooden figurine of an owlbear.

"For me?!" The girl's eyes sparkled with joy.

"Yes."

"Thank you, miss." The girl shot to her feet and was about to run off when she suddenly turned towards the owlbear. Some residual fear still lingering in her eyes. She clutched the figurine in both her little fists and whispered. "And thank you, miss owlbear." And she was off.

Lonett followed the girl until she disappeared into the crowd, then she turned to Divna. The owlbear was giving her the 'Oh, come on!' look. The woman shook her head. "Let's try and make it there without scaring off the people we're here to protect, huh?"

A peck on the head was her answer.

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Lonett of Caernath

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Monster Slayer Ranger 20

They will never touch another like they did you! By my word, even if I have to give my last drop of blood.

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D&D 5e -- The Lost Children

@Guardian Angel Haruki Just bloody shoot me now! I'll just disengage, cuz I can't focus on so many things obviously. Woman or not o.O

D&D 5e -- The Lost Children

@Guardian Angel Haruki Edited. Hope I didn't mess up again >.<

D&D 5e -- The Lost Children

@JBRam2002 Oh, Jeez o.O Sorry... I'm stretched too thin today! Totally forgot only the dice are doubled *facepalm*

@Guardian Angel Haruki I'll make new rolls if you want me to for the dmg.

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Safira was ready for the bandits' next attack, should they decide to try and slash at her again. She had her scimitar in hand and a bear companion flanking some of the goons. Still the two hoodlums closest to her charged tearing at her flesh with their blades. The huntress hissed in pain and readied her attack when the Brown bear stood tall, its teeth gnashing at one thug, while its claws raked the other, sending them both crashing down on the ground.

"Well, that takes care of that, I suppose." Safira muttered and nodded her gratitude at the bear. She then twisted in the direction of the apparently now fleeing bandits, who'd started retreating at their Captain's order.

"Warren! Sorry, mate. Yer on your own. But don't worry, we'll take care o' her for ya," The head goon groused and something in his tone pushed Safira's buttons.

"Hey, Cap'n!" She shouted at the retreating thug. "I was just about to offer you this guy's life in exchange for stopping this senseless bloodshed. But if that's how you take care of your people, I'd just as rather keep him and stop you from taking care of others in the same way!" The huntress finished while loading a bolt in her crossbow, the metal projectile igniting with the same sparkle that had danced on her scimitar moments ago. She fired!

As her bolt flew true she reloaded, lifted Warren off the ground, flung an arm around his shoulder and aimed once more at the Captain.

Mechanics

Safira steps inside the Healing Spirit and heals 4 points. She uses her bonus action to activate her Crimson Rite on her crossbow, which lowers her max HP to amount equal to her level, and deals additional 1d4 lightning damage.

Attack against Cap'n: 25 to hit /CRIT/, dealing 15 piercing damage and 6 lightning, for a total of 21 damage.

@Pennydumb123 Tag.

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@Guardian Angel Haruki I'll get my post up during lunch break as to not delay the party too much.

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@Guardian Angel Haruki If it's a hand crossbow and she's already reloaded, shouldn't she be able to shoot it onehanded? I thought that's what hand crossbow was for.