JBRam2002

D&D 5e - High Seas and Tall Tales

The Kraken, seeing its prey in sight, swam forward towards Cynthia. With a flurry of tentacles, blows lashed out on all sides, hitting Cynthia for a total of 56 necrotic damage. The kraken then opened its maw, biting down on its prey for 14 slashing damage, reduced to 7 from Cynthia's rage. Two of the tentacles wrap around Cynthia, grappling her and keeping her from moving.

Seeing that the Kraken was not something to be trifled with, Jill darted forward, not fearing for her own safety. Calling on the power of the heavens, she slammed her foot into the ground as a wave of energy blasted forth, slamming into all three foes for 19 thunder damage and 16 radiant damage. "Shrug it off!" she calls out to Cynthia, which unsurprisingly was not as effective a healing word as she might have been able to use.

Mechanics

Jill moves south and casts Destructive Wave, and all three foes fail their Con save. She then casts Healing Word at level 2 on Cynthia, healing her for 8 HP.

Spell Slots remaining:
2 @ lvl 1
0 @ lvl 2
0 @ lvl 3
2 @ lvl 4
1 @ lvl 5

Initiative

21 - Koan - @Gordian Nought
21 - Kraken
15 - Jill - @JBRam2002
15 - Noriam - @The Grey Dust
14 - Cynthia - @JBRam2002
13 - Gearforged Templars
8 - Adrevz - @Zverda
6 - Dyn - @Hekazu
5 - Alexis - @Guardian Angel Haruki

Noriam - @The Grey Dust is up next!

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D&D 5e - The Lost Lands

Katia Lei

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Let the dead bury the dead... a phrase echoed in Katia's mind, although she knew not from whence it came. All she knew was that the maintenance of the crypt was not her duty, nor did she feel any need to stay below ground any more than necessary. The light had been restored, but who knows what may have happened topside in the city while the Green Man toyed with them. They should finish their business here and move on.

Wick's "sermon" made little sense to the tabaxi, but much of the woman's words werebeyond her. And yet, something about the quoting of this holy text made Katia feel safe, as if the worst that could happen had already passed. Perhaps death and decay simply held no sway in this land, and if so, Katia wondered at the ceaseless conflict here. Just because one couldn't die should not mean conflict is their only purpose: to throw themselves at destruction to test the limits of this plane's benevolence. Foolishness paved the road to zealous wars, and the reward of revenge was always more sorrow. Perhaps this was the darkness they were meant to balance. Or perhaps there was no point in conversation, as the paladin warned.

That wouldn't stop the Light-bearer from trying.

The revelation from Haemar and Thea gave Katia slight pause, but nowhere near as much as Theodore. The moment of doubt and insecurity lasted what seemed like ages, and even culminated in the removal of his mask. Katia knew that signified something special for the Ranger. Some sort of internal conflict, if she recalled? The two must have gotten closer than Katia had known. She approached him again, laying a comforting hand on his shoulder. "And persevere, we must. The road before us will be long and our tribulations great. We should face them head-on before dusk draws near."

Katia turned to the Green Man and Wick. She knew they must be leaving soon, but she had no idea of their destination. "Where to next, Milya? If we are the pivot upon which Light and Darkness are balanced, it is not our lot to sit in safety for long while the world perishes around us."

D&D 5e -- The Lost Children

Bobbin Wiev

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As the bandits ran off, tail between their legs, the bear stood on its hind legs and snarled a warning. He had no need to run in after the captain; if his allies wanted the bandits dead, they could lead the charge. For his part, Bobbin was content to let them move on. They had slaughtered enough for now.

The Drunken Owlbear staggered forward, his pattern unpredictable as he bobbed and weaved towards the enemies. Instead of running full speed into danger, Bobbin was content to keep the enemies on their toes. Let them waste their bolts as they ran. He had yet to release his full fury on the foes.

Mechanics

Bobbin takes the Dodge Action, imposing Disadvantage on all incoming attacks and granting advantage on Dex saves. He then moves his full movement (40 ft) towards the nearest foe.

D&D 5e -- The Lost Children

@Pennydumb123 Thanks, was confirming stuff with the DM before I jumped in with a post.

D&D 5e -- The Lost Children

@Guardian Angel Haruki I believe it's the bandits' turn. Do you think we could get an update on progress? I'd hate for people to lose interest due to lack of responses.

D&D 5e - Titan Hunters

Ada Mavros

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Ada watched the disappointing result with pity. "My apologies, but that is the nature of magical items of this power: unpredictable and dangerous. At least we are in the midst of a city where smiths can be found easily. I might suggest getting yourself outfitted before we head off. As for the rest of us, the library is this way..."

Ada placed the Deck of Many Things back in her Bag of Holding and led those who would follow towards the Hall of Mavros, a beautifully gilded building with statues of elves lining the halls. "These are my ancestors, the Kings and Queens of Mavros that made us great until our downfall. In our pride, we thought ourselves impregnable, and did not suspect that we were being destroyed from within. Now, Mavros is under the control of Verrayne, a stark and constant reminder of our own hubris."

Through a great set of open doors, a long hall could be seen with crimson carpet running down the center. At the far end of the hall were a pair of thrones upon a dais, and Duke Vicente sat upon one of them idly. He waved to the group as they passed by the open door, but Ada led them to a side door. Beyond this door was a room nearly as grandiose as the Hall, but this one was filled from floor to ceiling with books, both new and ancient, all guarded by what appeared to be a very old half-elf with grayed hair and bent spectacles. He bowed to Ada as she entered, then looked at her compatriots with a questioning glance. "Eh, how might I be of service, milady?" he asked, evidently either out of the loop with the festivities, or too senile to recall being given such info.

D&D 5e - Titan Hunters

Ada Mavros

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So much fascination with the deck of cards, but so little interest in the crystal ball. Ada listened quietly as the various combatants introduced themselves and voiced their concerns about the cards. "If we are to be this concerned about such an artifact, perhaps I should keep it myself," the former duchess suggested. "But what use is a magical item that we never try to understand?"

Ellenara's comment drew her attention next. "You all might be surprised to learn that I have heard much about each of you, or at least of your deeds. My people have seen most of you coming, and have learned all they can about you. Some of you are easier to learn about than others, such as Marcus of the Hammers. And some of you have kept your deeds hidden from public eye, which is no less intriguing." She looked closely at the deck, then back to James.

"I can definitely sense magic in this deck of cards, and powerful magic at that. More so than one would expect from even a Deck of Illusions. I am only quoting what our sages have determined about the Deck. The House Mavros has held it for a few generations, and none have attempted to wield it out of fear. I believe that fear does naught but paralyze us from action." With that said, she stepped forward to James. "If you doubt its power, or wish to test it for yourself, feel free to draw a card. Once you have done so, we can proceed to the library, or perhaps to our keep's smiths." The last phrase was said with a nod towards the Warforged.

[5e] Outrealms

Mila Zaseis

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Well, this is just lovely. Mila looked around at the others who had been forcefully relocated. This wasn't exactly how she had planned to spend her evening. In fact, she wondered whether the poor sap who was still tied up in her room would have someone rescue him soon. In either case, it wasn't her problem anymore. This was her problem now.

Five others had been summoned, and whether they were friend or foe was yet to be seen. A halfling who was rather cute carried a shield and little else, but she didn't look like she was exceptionally strong like one might expect from a barbarian. That was intriguing, to say the least, and likely spoke of some deeper abilities that Mila shouldn't toy around with yet, as did the giant mechanical frog near her. On the other hand, the human woman who stood tall and proud over the others wielded a spear with obvious strength, unarmored as well. Definitely a barbarian, if she'd ever seen one, although a unicorn was an interesting choice for a barbarian's mount. Next was a gnome woman, also unarmored, but wearing robes similar to her own. Definitely a mage of some sort, as only magi could wear these robes, but the blackness of her robes belied the darkness in her heart. She would be a fun one, if they were not meant to kill each other.

The only male of their group, a stocky dwarf wielding a shortsword and shield caught Mila's eye for being another who was hard to pin down. Such a light weapon would make her think of a rogue or monk, but she didn't know any monks who used a shield. Perhaps another barbarian, then? And the final combatant, a triton woman with a fierce gaze and a battleaxe, seemed to be the strongest of them all. If she had been called into a battle royale against three barbarians, a monk, and an archmage, she would have to rely on her wits to keep her alive.

Mila clutched her shield, and ran her fingers lightly across the strings of the lyre that had been grafted into the item. "It was wonderful to meet you all, but I think I would prefer to return to what I was previously doing now," she said, and with a final strum, poofed out of view. This was not a fight she wanted to take, definitely not head-on.

Mechanics

Mila casts a spell with her Lyre.
??? Roll = 23

[5e] Outrealms

Mila Zaseis

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Chains are meant to be broken,
as are those who would forge them.
And I will be the one that breaks those chains.

Infernal Tiefling Hexblade Warlock 14 / Lore Bard 6

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Ming flashed a grin, sharp teeth and all. "No objections!"

With Chung Po's extra offer, Ming hummed in thought while unclasping her various armour plates. "Uh...You know, I do not actually know at what point one of us wins." She tossed aside her bracers onto the nearby table. "Is it first to giving up or do you have different rules on this island? People are really touchy about rules in Quain. Some people like to pin. Some to knockout. Some until they confess that they have a face like a horse..."

"Oooh, maybe, hm..." Ming added. "Do you like music, Chung Po? What if the loser has to play a song in the winner's honour?"

"The first to give up or be knocked out is the loser," Chung proclaimed. "Pinning would be too simple." The suggestion of music seemed to intrigue him, and he guffawed loudly. "A song it is, but you may have to excuse my singing, should you be fortunate enough to win. I shall never turn down a song in my honor, though! The stakes are set and agreed to! Is there anything else?"

Ming peeled off her cuirass. Less armour only made her look smaller. "I don't mind! Do your best if I win, okay?" She peered up, pausing before putting the next piece of armour aside. "Do you mind if Daikitsu helps me? She likes to help me when I fight."

Chung looked down at his opponent. His grasp on Daikitsu wasn't strong, but it was fairly likely from her holy symbol and the question that Ming was either a paladin or cleric of the kitsune goddess. A paladin could be dangerous to fight, but Chung couldn't recall seeing any paladins of Daikitsu.

On the other hand, it could be a ruse. Nothing else the girl had said so far seemed suspect, but he had to be sure. "If you plan to use magic, it is only fair that I be allowed to similarly prepare myself," he replied. "But I see no objection."

Ming got to work on the armour on her lower body. She let out a high grunt as she reached for the straps securing the lowest plates. "Go ahead, then. I might be..." She stepped to keep her balance. "Another minute maybe..."

With some help, Ming was eventually wrought to nothing but a sleeveless wrap shirt, a pair of tight shorts, her smaller trappings, and her well-polished bucker. She stood up straight, bouncing up and down on one foot with how light she felt. "Almost ready..."

Ming bowed her head and smiled softly. A pause elicited a quick glimmer from her holy symbol, a glimmer that made the eyes of the fox on her shield twinkle like they had a trick to play.

>Used one channel energy to activate Vindicators Shield. +6 sacred to AC until next struck in combat. (Sacred bonuses also apply to CMD). 9/10 channels remaining today.

Next, once she was sure Chung Po had finished his own preparation, Ming slid her foot forward and around behind her body, weaving a magic more conspicuous than the first. With a murmured prayer and a hand flicked like the tail of a fox, Ming's arms shone softly. They trailed an orange light with their movements.

>Cast Divine Favour. +3 luck to attack and damage rolls for 1 minute.

Ming held her buckler forward, her fist back and dropped into a fighting stance. Her eyes narrowed. "Ready."

>Quick Mafs!: AC 22, CMD 28, CMB +12. (Divine Favor: 10 rounds remaining)
>Flat Footed AC 20, CMD 26(edited)

As Ming stripped the armor off, Chung reached into a satchel he carried and withdrew a trio of potions. The first potion had the effect of hardening his skin until it took a rough texture, like tgat of bark. The second immediately made his movements serm more graceful and agile. Finally, the third potion created a shimmering, magical field around the monk. Seeing that Ming was ready, Chung nodded. "Then now we fight!"

Initiative:

23 - Hanani
15 - Chung
8 - Natsumi
3 - Ming

Chung immediately goes on the offensive, shifting his feet into a stance resembling a turtle before snapping his fists towards Ming. The attack hits, dealing 16 nonlethal damage, and Chung immediately grabs on with a grapple CMB roll of 47. "Your move!" he calls out.

>Ming has been struck in combat (loses Vind. Shield) and grappled (-4 Dex, -2 to hit).
>Quick Mafs!: AC 14, CMD 20. (Divine Favor: 10 rounds). Unarmed Strike Nonlethal: +10/+5 (1d3+3)

The strikes landing true snuff the light from the eyes of the fox on Ming's buckler. With a crazed look in her eyes, she pulls off her bulky cestus and flails wildly with her bare fist.

>Free action to drop Cestus. Full attack action with unarmed strike because I until now forgot that you can't make AoOs while grappled anyway :P (unless this tetori has hax).

>Rolls to hit: 17/17

Ming was unable to find purchase on the monk as she flailed away, and her attacks didn't seem to deter Chung from his next move. Using Greater Grapple, Chung expends a move action to maintain the grapple, rolling a CMB of 51. Using Rapid Grappler, Chung then attempts to Pin as a swift action, rolling a CMB of 36. Finally, Chung uses his standard action to use Stunning Fist, hitting with an attack roll of 20 for 15 nonlethal damage. Due to Pinning Knockout, this damage is doubled to 30 nonlethal.

Crashing into the scene with a boistrous call to the entire patronage was a table-straddling monk. With the conversation interrupted, Natsumi turned on the railing, leaning his light weight upon it to look on at the scene unfolding before him. "Hold that thought, dear," he said, as he watched Ming accept the man's challenge. It wasn't much longer after that the girl found herself pinned to the ground, leaving Natsumi to wince slightly at the immediacy of it. With some flowing motion of her fingers, masked by an adjustment of his hair, and the arcane vowels muffled by the cheers of other onlookers, he conjured a slick sheen around Ming's form. The woman glistened as she discarded her gauntlet, as if fully bronzed and oiled within an instant.

>Cast Grease on Ming with a 21 Sleight of Hand to mask it.

The force at which Ming was slammed onto the wooden floor made her wheeze in her next breath. She reflexively pushed at Chung Po's arms and found them sliding freely. "Huh?"

She had little idea why she was suddenly covered in oil but she was not done fighting yet.

>Ming is Pinned (-4 to AC, loses Dex bonus, can't do much)
>Quick Mafs!: AC 10, CMB to escape grapple +20
>Roll to escape the grapple: (10)+22 = 32

Hanani, seeing what was going on and a bit sad that she seemed to be having less than an easy time with the monk, which made him want to have a small bit of fun all his own. Of course, he would not hit the Monk, nor would he use any spells on him as that would be cheatting, so he opted for something a little more fun. Moving around the wrestling pair silently, he slowly inched up to the monk and the moment his arms slipped free of Ming, the Magus poked the Monk on both his sides, right where most people were ticklish, and whispered 'boo' right in his ear before rolling back as if he had never really been there to begin with.

>stealth roll for the sneaky sneak - 33
>Acrobatics roll for the... well... Roll - 38

Distracted only a moment by the odd tickling, Chung returned his attention to his pinned quarry. "You may give up at any time," Chung chuckled. "This... oil will not help you." His grip seemed to tighten as he spent a ki and his swift action to use Inescapable Grasp to remove the bonus to CMD/Escape Artist. With his move action and Greater Grapple, Chung then rolls a CMB of 56 to maintain his Grapple, and an attack with Stunning Fist and Pinning Knockout for 13 nonlethal damage, doubled to 26. Ming must make another Fort Save vs DC 17 or be stunned.

>Ming fails fortitude, is stunned: (4)+10 = 14

As hard as Ming tried, she had no chance against Chung Po's rock solid arm-lock. The last pull on her joints made lights flash in the corners of her vision. She yelled out in pain.

"AAAAH! Ahtatatata! Let go! You win! You win! Ow..."

Immediately, Chung Po released his grasp and raised his arms victoriously as cheers erupted throughout the Noodle House. "A valiant effort, friend! But Chung Po has bested you this day. Your arms and armor have become a crutch to rely on, and even your trusty shield did not save you!" The monk seemed to be addressing the whole room with his proclamation, but now he bent over to help Ming to her feet, handing her a potion of Cure Serious Wounds (worth 750 gp, heals 3d8+5 hp). His voice lowered so that only the cleric could hear amongst the cheering. "You have promise, follower of Daikitsu. If you wish to be trained as a monk one day, seek out Chung Po of the tetori monks. I will gladly train you."

Ming accepted Chung Po's hand. She nursed her nearly-broken arm all through his tirade. Despite her serious pain, she gave Chung Po a smile. She was never great with arms and armour anyway.

As for the potion, Ming took one sniff of the contents of the flask and her face dropped in regret. The promise he made, however, took her by surprise. She looked up at him with big eyes. "Oh, uh...thank you, Chung Po. Thank you so much. I, um..." She held out the potion. "I'm allergic, though. Don't worry, I can help myself." She tried a grin. "If you give me just a minute or two, I can play you your song."

"Also, sorry Hanani tried to poke you," Ming added. She stuck out her tongue at Hanani accusingly.

Chung Po evidently did not expect that kind of reaction to his gift, but he left the potion with a shrug. "It is a gift already given. Perhaps an ally would find it useful. I assure you it is not poison, but I understand if you do not trust someone who just beat you in a challenge."

He then stood up on the table once more, shouting over the din. "Per our agreement, the loser shall buy everyone a free serving of noodles, then grace us with a song!" He chuckled as the house erupted into cheers again, punctuated only by Yon Loi shouting, "Git off the damned table!"

Among the eruption of cheers was the voice of probably the cutest person in the room (other than Natsumi and Hanani; Kyoumi), "Noodles!" The victory of the cuddlemonk distracted her sufficiently from the fact said cuddlemonk was either into really rough cuddles, or he was seriously actually interested in hand-to-hand combat. Both were disappointments. She judged quite wrongly.

However, to her, the fight was rigged anyway, and also made their group look quite pathetic. Even after the noodle distraction, she was contemplating ways to take Chung Po down if she had to, if for no other reason than humiliation of the group, or more importantly that he didn't give her a good answer before moving on to the next challenger, like she was back home or something. She was pretty sure it didn't look as bad to turn down a challenge here, though.