Lucius Cypher

You are the Mon

I’ll tell you right now that while it is possible for Nathan to learn, it’s doubtful that he can improvise the move on the fly, and it’ll certainly lay be difficult for him to do this as a seedot.

Rappan Athuk: Megadungeon [Pathfinder]

Eh I’m kinda in a mixed bag. On one hand I do enjoy the certain level of dream and paranoia trying to survive level 1 is like. But at the same time most of the fun builds don’t really awaken until around level 5 or so, which I feel may be rather high especially since I don’t remember all my mechanics.

Perhaps a compromise of starting around level 3? Not so low that a lucky hit could kill you, but not too high that you could solo group encounters yet.

Rappan Athuk: Megadungeon [Pathfinder]

It’s been some time since I’ve done Pathfinder, but I’ll try and get back into it. I’m assume we’re starting at level 1?

Fantasy RP - For those that want to 'Jump - In '

I don’t mund per say, but I prefer not to. Not only is the collab as a large group but also in a fairly open area (near the temple), so there’s a good chance for other people to inadvertently get involved.

Fantasy RP - For those that want to 'Jump - In '

When the two orcs met, they shared a quick handshake as was tradition in their clan. The messenger than asked what the newcomer wanted. "Tutr'd iqbisd dy mii ayo nihi. Ty U nefi riz yhtihm?" The new orc nodded his head and handed the messenger a rolled up scroll for him to read. The message was also written in runic orcish, creating what looked like a large and intricate puzzle as oppose to a message."Aien. Pymm meam dy pi yr dni cyyg yod wyh bydirduec iriluim. Msyodm hibyhdit e sehefer zem eddesgit, zekyrm ert sehky zem degir dyzehtm dni suda. Syoct pi iriluim tumkoumit em lihsnerdm. Zi riit dy bhydisd Maren em zicc em ticufih nih limmeki." After reading the scroll the messenger just snorted and proceeded to eat the letter. It was made of parchment, so while it was bitter and chewy, it was entirely edible for orcs. "Bah! Dnymi syzehtm tyr'd nefi dni sorrurk. Mducc, U'cc giib la iaim yr erayri mombusuyom. Mni um nihi ur dni dilbci, ert snersim ehi mni'cc pi dyy zieg dy tiwirt nihmicw. U zyoct ky ur dy wurt nih, nyzifih U tyr'd zerd dy shiedi namdihue elyrk dni nolerm. Dnia echieta kufi li tumdhomdwoc cyygm vomd piurk nihi." The other orc chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. He looked around before turning away from the orc. "Hah! Legim mirmi, ayo'hi e phodi. Mducc, zi ser'd weuc nihi. Ky urmuti ert wurt nih, U'cc giib la iaim yod wyh erayri zny miilm mombusuyom. Pymm dnurgm dni dyzr nem echieta piir sylbhylumit my zi riit dy emmoli erayri um dni dheudyh."

The two parted ways as the messenger mulled on what his next actions should be. With his new orders his job just got more complicated, and since only the orcs knew why he was even here, it was a delicate situation for him to get involved. Any wrong move could lead to a diplomatic disaster. Such thinking was the reason why Malakaus chose him to be a messenger; any other orc would've just acted on their own instinct without truly understanding his own actions, which could lead to turmoil. Though not the turmoil was internal as oppose to external. He supposed this was better than a botched attempt at creating an alliance. More importantly, he needed a reason to be inside of the chapel. If he just barges in it might make people think he was invading.

That's when he noticed down the street some people trying to move bodies. It was that elven lass with a few of the townsfolk. Seeing his opportunity the orc approached. As he got closer he could see that the man on the ground was grievously wounded, bad enough that it could even put down an orc. Seemed like they were trying to figure out how to move him. This made the messenger silently scoff; their indecisive nature would kill someone one of these days. So the orc reached into his pack and took out his bedroll; it was suitably huge, huge enough to easily fit two humans inside. Or carry one. The orc went over to one of the humans who wasn't carrying anything, handing them one end of the bedroll. "Lay the man onto the bedroll, and we can carry him into the temple safely. Be quick! He'll bleed to death out here, but at least he might survive if he's taken inside."

You are the Mon

@Lugia

I won’t spoul much more, tis a learning process. Hopefully you’ll find a mentor soon who’ll help you figure out stuff.

You are the Mon

@Lugia

Most charmanders have a fire on their tail to char their food, or at least a parent to help along the process. These are just strange times on top of unusual circumstances.

You are the Mon

@Lugia

There’s just one slightly obscure trigger you need before you c an spot up some embers. I’ll admit it seems weird once you find out but it makes sense to me. I’ll give you a hint: you need to fuel the fire.

You are the Mon

If it was everyone’s intention to leave, they’d have to figure out a way to bypass the pond sitting at the bottom of the hill. Nathan’s attempt to find a low branch would unfortunately be fruitless; the lowest branch was at least seven feet off the ground and nowhere near the cave entrance, being located across the pond. There were some shrubs and bushes but those too were behind the water. Vi’s attempt to illicit surprise from Celina gave her a warm and sweet feeling, like eating a sweet melty chocolate. As for Celina herself, she’s find that the rain didn’t stick to her wings like yesterday, though the wind was occasionally pushing her around. Sure enough if the winds picked up she still wouldn’t be strong enough to resist it.

Celina scouting wouldn’t provide much insight as the wind got much stronger the higher up she went. Even as she tried to fly around there was t anything immediately useful until she would spot a fallen tree. Seemed like yesterday’s lightning struck this tree and toppled it over. The bulk of the truck was big enough to easily bridge the lake gap, but surely would weigh a hundred times more than the swablu. Alternatively there were smaller and more manageable branches and sticks scattered around, but how strong they’d be is suspect. Some of the branches might be able to hold up some of the lighter Pokémon, but the constant rain would make the sticks very soft.

A thunderclap echoed out as the rain picked up again. Won’t be long before the storm awakens once more to bring trouble and strife. But before the storm would come, the cave Pokémon and especially Celina would see Something approach them from the skies. It was hard to see through the rain but as it got closer they would soon find a large flying pelican being attacked by a swarm of crows. It was barely out speeding the flock, however the injuries on its wings and body was notably slowing it down. Not to mention they seemed to be flying very low to the ground. The Pokémon wouldn’t notice the crew in the cave nor Celina, but they were close enough to perhaps serve as a distraction. Or just hide and avoid the trouble. Suddenly one of the crowd got in front of the pelican and blew a huge cloud of haze, slowing the pelican down enough for the rest of the swarm to overtake the big bird.

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

More stones struck Orchid’s body, cutting his flesh and drawing blood, but he cared very little for these things. As his allies were cutting down enemies he charged towards the nearest kobold and attacked with reckless abandon, this time aiming to slice the kobold’s head clean off. During the throws of rage he had forgotten exactly how many enemies that were suppose to be here; he vaguely remembered five but he was certain they’ve killed at least four. Did one get away or had he simply been distracted by violence that he lost track of one of them? Regardless Orchid would go seeking out any survivors while he was still conscious.

”Next!”

Rolls

HP: 25/30

Reckless Attack = 7/18
Machete damage = 7