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Tales of Maoria: A 5E D&D Adventure

I tried to work my name into the post. Sadly, didn't work out.

@The Mighty Hero should I roll anything to figure out which room is the study, or is it obvious?

Tales of Maoria: A 5E D&D Adventure

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Ada Mavros

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Mention: @Cardamonelaw | @The Grey Dust | @The Mighty Hero

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"Kethan, was it?" Ada asked, a brow arched at the gentleman's request. "First you wish me to not make you chase me, and then you wish a more intimate setting in the study. I daresay, I might think you fancied me if I didn't know better." She stepped through the broken doorway and sighed. "As much as I would enjoy hours gleaning knowledge from you, I fear our research may be hampered by the less subtle among us. But mayhaps they serve as a distraction."

She could not deny that the plan was well-crafted for the sake of gatgering information. A small group would be able to infiltrate and observe much easier if they were not tethered to a boisterous barbarian. On the other hand, the goliath served its purpose well, easily clearing the guards out of the way with some help from the others. Splitting the party could prove fatal to all involved, or it could serve for better intel. In any case, she would have to trust her own skill and hope those with her were as useful in a fight as they were with thinking ahead. The half-elf had proven he could connect with a target pinned under a doorway, at least. Brains would need to match brawn if worse came to worst.

Her bow drawn and her arrow nocked, Ada followed the old man quietly as she glanced around the interior of the mayor's manse. There was not enough time for a deeper investigation of the halls or the guards, but Ada hoped time would be on their side in the sanctum of the rooms upstairs. She slipped ahead of the others, looking to see if she could find the study quickly. With any luck, the guards would be drawn to the commotion downstairs.

Mechanics

Stealth Roll: 15.

Tales of Maoria: A 5E D&D Adventure

"I will accompany the elvens upstairs towards the Mayor's study, a man can be judged by his collection of books... And where on those shelves the grey dust settles thick."

@The Grey Dust

I see what you did there. :P

Fabula Nova Crystallis: War of Transgression

"Yeah, take that, you weenie!" Molly called out as the last Cie'th collapsed, its body dissipating into crystalline dust. "I don't know why everyone is so scared of these guys. That was eas--" Her statement was suddenly cut off by someone grabbing her by the back of the head. "... Wait, don't-- KUUUPOOOOOO!"

Molly sailed through the air, her eyes wide with fear as she watched the ground approach. She wrapped her arms around herself, hugging tightly and not even considering the possibility of flapping her wings to keep her steady. As her body hit the pavement, she felt herself bouncing forward as the world spun around her. After a half dozen bounces, she finally came to rest unmoving on the ground even as Noir "apologized," if that's what you call that pathetic excuse for an apology...

The sound of an unfamiliar voice brought her back from her fetal position, and she immediately flew back to rejoin the group. Her gun was extended, and she was ready to pull the trigger when she saw Julian motion for the others to stand down. As Julian grappled with his assailant, Molly flew over to snatch up the PSICOM standard issue blade and examined it. There was nothing out of the ordinary about it, as far as PSICOM standards were concerned. Standard AMP tech to bolster attacks, no magic potential. A good weaponsmith might be able to do something with it, but it was essentially useless for this group.

After the verbal fight with the PSICOM Tracker came to its conclusion, Molly sidled over next to Noir nonchalantly. Once he was finished with his official duty of bondsman, Molly fluttered behind him, raising the sword over her head and grinning evilly. A second later, the hilt of the weapon flew down, bonking the older gentleman on the back of his head with enough force to leave a mark, but not enough to permanently harm him. "I... am not... a ball!" Molly added, her words seething through clenched teeth. "Next time, maybe I'll throw you!" She then sauntered away in as huffy a flutter as she could manage.

Julian rolled his eyes at the antics as he checked to ensure no damage had come to his weapon during the struggle. After everything seemed okay, he stepped to the head of the group. "Thanks again, everyone. Whether you've placed your trust in me, or we're still figuring this whole brand mess out, it means a lot to have your support. We might be l'Cie, but that doesn't mean we have to stop being human too. Camp is about an hour from here, and we should return before the sun rises. Nothing good will come if we lead PSICOM and the Guardian Corps to our doors. I'll lead the way, but if anyone has any questions for me, I will be glad to answer them once we're on the road."

Julian looked back towards their new reluctant ally, gesturing in his general direction with his cane. "Prisoner of War, huh? I suppose that's one way to put it. I would hope we can come to see each other as something other than prisoner and jailor. My invitation extends to you as well, Isis." With that, he pointed his cane down towards the ground once again and, using it as a walking stick, proceeded to lead the group from the city. "Goodbye, Bresha. Hopefully we meet again under better circumstances."

Chapter Two: Dawn on the Sunleth Waterscape

Tales of Maoria: A 5E D&D Adventure

@The Mighty Hero If the players all roll init as a group, that makes a lot of initiative bonuses (class options and things like the Alert feat) pretty much useless. Enemies as a group works well enough, but player init? I'd rather not see my (or others') potential bonuses go to waste.

Tales of Maoria: A 5E D&D Adventure

@The Mighty Hero I know you're busy, but we have to wait for you in order to post.

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

The blow from the hammer clipped the drake's wing, sending it slightly off its course as the heavy head scraped along the scales of the draconic figure. However, asides from briefly disorienting the drake, to which it recovered nearly instantly, it seemed to not deal any true damage. As the drake righted itself, the priestess woman took off with a sprint towards the door through which Yvah had recently passed through, pulling the hovering trident along towards her as she ran. It jabbed towards Lex who easily batted it away with his shield. The priestess gave the paladin a furious snarl as she rounded the corner, her hand gripping the door's jamb and pulling her inside. The door then slammed closed behind her, and a click of a lock being turned could be heard.

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100 Days of Summer

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Brandon quickly read over Amelia's note and nodded in response. "Chicken is a game where you have two teams of two people face off against each other," he explained loud enough for anyone in the pool area to hear. "In each team, one person sit on another's shoulders and tries to knock their opponent into the water. So you want a strong person on bottom and someone nimble on top to avoid getting knocked off."

Brandon trailed off slightly as he saw Jocelyn in her lime green bikini. Stunning didn't begin to describe how she looked, and Brandon had to force himself to look away after a few seconds. He still had no idea how he had lumped himself in with some of the best-looking people in the entire school, but he thanked whatever deities watched over them for pool parties. He gave Amelia a smile. "Well, I'm glad you're planning to swim with us," he added before turning to find Damarquis. "Hey, Marco, I thought I heard a challenge just now. You don't really think you could beat me, do you?" he chuckled before jumping over Damarquis' head into the pool, tucking his legs under him for a cannonball.

As he came back up, he realized Marco seemed to not have any trunks. "You know, if you need some swim shorts, you can borrow one of mine. Probably not the same level of fashion you're used to, but they should stay on better than those. Unless, of course, you don't care about that." He grinned, hoping that for once, he could get Marco flustered instead of the other way around for once.

D&D 5e - The Lost Lands

Well, the good news was that the combat was over, and most of the group looked little worse for the wear. Katia's strategy had worked flawlessly for her own defense, but her offensive capability was definitely not maximized. More of her shots had missed than landed, and although she could try to blame it on her relatively newly found ability that she had wielded this whole time, she knew deep down that wasn't the case.

Control of one's emotions was always a necessity for monks, one that Katia struggled with continuously. Even as she had lived under the same roof as Wick, absorbing the odd bout of instruction that Shujaat had involved her in (usually as little more than a training dummy, with poignant emphasis on the "dummy" aspect), Katia never gleaned the ability to truly harness her emotions and calm her soul. When her thoughts strayed, so too did her aim.

Katia shot Thea and Theodore a quick smile before turning away. They made a cute couple, at least if you were into overly religious folk who thought it preferable to hide one's visage behind a mask. Katia, by contrast, had allegiance to none but her self and the wind rushing through her fur. No deity held sway over her; no man nor woman forced her to take any path; and no lord forced her to bend a knee. Perhaps she had forgotten that with the excitement.

The tabaxi peered at the gnome as he spoke. She could see little indication that anything he said was fabricated, and in this strange world, even the incredible could be factual. A thought crossed her mind that seemed worth keeping to herself until the gnome would no longer hear: these mindless shadows could possibly be the corrupted souls of those who had gone to stay this outbreak of shades. Katia knew of no spell or magic that could enforce such a piteous existence, but the potential correlation was there: men left the village with their weapons raised against the darkness, and the darkness returned, potentially wielding those same weapons.

As the suggestion to move was made, Katia nodded to her former housemate and climbed back up the wall to the rooftops, picking her way quietly as she kept an eye out for more unwanted visitors. Her vantage point should hopefully provide an advance warning of any approaching shade, and her speed would allow her to traverse farther than most to keep pace. Although she wished to talk to her friends, now was the time to move on. The interrogation could happen in safety.

And maybe in the meantime, these damned emotions would take care of themselves.

Mechanics

Insight to see if the gnome is trustworthy or lying: 7.

Stealth to move quietly and unseen along the rooftops: 24.

Group Submissions

In short, if you nerf both of those items to the extents you are saying, @Circ, our group will no longer be able to exist as it ruins the lore for not only the group as a whole, but also several of our individual backstories. Ceraun is one of the last of her kind because of the destruction of her planet. Take away that, and I have to completely rewrite my character, her race, and everything involved. As it stands, I don't really have the desire to completely redo my PC.