Ms Ravenwinter

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

Yvah took the beverage and let her eyes loom over it for a moment. "Ah, we meet again, old friend," she mouthed wordlessly. She had a feeling that would be something she'd say often in this town. With a wince, she poured the bubbling drink down with markedly more struggle than her tiefling counterpart. A moment of silence passed as she allowed the alcohol to settle, or rather burn its way into her, before it was broken with a, hic! Yvah was certainly no tavern dwarf.

"Yknow I'm the one that gets on people's backs, right?" She plays coy, but she's not as good at the game as the barkeep. Yvah seemed for a moment, almost wistful, staring past the wall behind him. Knuckles clacked against the surface of the bar to a staccato beat only she could hear. A meaningful glance made its way to Racchus after the knocking, at which point the stool next to her was occupied by the half-elf.

"Unless you're opening a tab, that's safe enough." Yvah nudged Ary on the shoulder, turned toward her with the familiar sunny, reassuring composure.

With that, Yvah composed a gleaming coin between her fingers and flipped it through the air to land roughly in front of Racchus. "The big guy needs a stiff drink. He almost died today," she said with eerie cheerfulness. "And we'll be needing our keys. Ten hours." A furred hand outstretched, just covering the golden, gilded coin she just offered, open and ready to take.

As she waited for Racchus to shuffle through to get the keys, Yvah leaned past Araerys to address the other elven member of their company. "He won't bite, promise," she reassured Ceria and glanced over to the goblin attempting to look as uninviting as possible, directing the comment.

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Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

The scriiiiitch, slaaaaatch sounds of dragging feet followed the party as Yvah pulled the rodent scoundrel behind her. A few more heads turned in their direction at the sound, mostly donning faces of mild shock or disgust as they immediately were met with the sight of a dripping, scarlet catfolk hauling a corpse behind her. Some were were surprisingly nonplussed about the whole affair after their curiosity was sated, which seemed to become a more frequent response the closer they were to their destination. Some, on the other side of the spectrum, had immediately taken off in the other direction. Fetching guards, one might assume. Yvah's pace quickened to send her ahead of the party, keeping within eyeshot.

Once faced with the entrance to the tavern, Yvah dropped the dead weight to the ground and raised her staff toward the wooden portal. A peculiar pattern of rapid pats and hard strikes rapped against the door. A moment passes. Click, slide, latch and the door inches open. A gentle push of the staff sets the door swinging wide open, leaving room for Yvah to heft the mouse man through.

A greeting was passed to her and she seemed visibly relieved to see the fiendish visage step into view. "I come in here two years later, soaked in blood and dragging a ratfolk behind me, and you don't even offer a drink?" she snaps her fingers a few times at the air beside her hip, "Where have your manners gone, Racchus?" She seemed oddly stern as she said this, but after a moment of suspense she drops the act and brims with delight.

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It seemed like a bunch of fun and jokes at first. Eliza wasn't very much in the mood for jokes and exchanged a decent number of glares at Koan in the midst of the jesting. But it didn't seem like anything she needed to stop. So, instead of causing a ruckus, Eliza just turned away and started walking to the staircase leading below deck. And then there was an ignition at her feet, causing her to yelp and jump back with pain. Her head whipped back toward the manic bard, an uncharacteristic flare of rage sparking in her eye.

The assailant in her eyes began an incantation. A simple flick of Eliza's left wrist and the effect was counterspelled. But nothing happened. Her body locked itself in place and the wizard realized that the instinctual motion was impossible with her frigid and numb arm. The moment of potential peril was soon ended as Eliza's fellow arcane practitioner released her supernatural shackles.

Gnomes weren't very well known for being temperamental. And like them, Eliza was a level-headed woman. But in this moment, a flash of disgust and anger showed in her face. She had waited for Koan to retaliate or continue, keeping her counterspell at the ready with her working hand. As soon as she saw the magic disperse from Koan's fingertips, Eliza was going to send a spectral palm to forcefully usher the maniac overboard.

But alas, the crowd had grown impatient with the theatrics and began to revolt. Garnesh had already dug his claws into Koan's collar and began dragging the woman off like a fresh kill. An exasperated huff pushed itself out of Eliza's chest as she gave up on her idea of retribution. Resignation washed over her visage as she concentrated on the means of a swift escape, thinking back to the wealth of script within her personally kept vellum pages. The memory of tearing minor rifts through space as a means of transportation graced her mind before she spoke an unintelligible command word. Gibberish, to be exact, but gibberish was all that was necessary to call upon the arcane threads to weave a circular dimension door before her. Eliza stepped into the circle and instantaneously found herself in her private quarters.

Privacy was a well-kept commodity in her eyes, and after these swiftly turning events, Eliza felt it necessary to indulge. A flick of the wrist and a tired sigh lit the candles within her chambers. A spectral hand was summoned before her to reach for the Haversack she donned. The clumsy fingers peeled off the straps of the item before the gnome collapsed backward onto her bed. A dull tunk sounded off as her frozen arm made contact with the wall near the cot. Eliza craned her neck forward to see the Haversack placed in the corner of the room, mentally commanding the mage hand to reach inside the magical pack and retrieve some old college robes of hers. With an awkward mixture of her magical assistant and her own tiny, pink, fleshy digits she wound the robes over her temporarily defunct appendage. With nothing more for it to do, her shimmering blue hand clenched and rapped against the wooded ceiling as forcefully as she could muster. Which is to say that it wasn't at all forceful. The cantrip faded as she closed her eyes, releasing the mental thread that kept the conjuration in play. It was time for a long nap.

Stuffs

Bonus action to use her Lore Master feature Prodigious Memory to replace her prepared Fire Shield with Dimension Door, and a subsequent action to use that spell to teleport below deck. Some Prestidigitation and Mage Hand usage was in play afterward, but nothing that effects anyone else.

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Just as quickly as she was accused of murder, Yvah's sentence was lifted. She looked upon the scene taking place with a dumbfounded face, blinking rather pointedly as the captain dismissed them entirely. Mocking him was something she was contemplating, but her still open wound kept her from any sort of acrobatics. But hey, at least the new girl stopped the internal bleeding. She opted to don her atypically bright smile and waved the guards away like good friends.

"Dear gods, I'm so glad they're gone," she said through gritted teeth. Turning to her group, she sighed with exhaustion. A few bouncing steps later and she extended a hand toward the woman she'd just learned was named Araerys. "Yvah, at your service," she said without waiting for her hand to be shaken. In fact, when Ary did reach to shake her hand, Yvah bent forward and gingerly poked the girl in the nose.

A crackle of the ice beneath her sounded as she twisted her form on her heel, turning completely around in one swift motion. She scanned over the bodies and said, "Kay, I'm not that burly. You mind helping me with these bodies, guys? And bring something from the Goliath to remember him by, we might be able to cash in a bounty or two at the tavern with these lot." She looked to the ratfolk, who was currently being picked clean by the psycho woman. Or psychic? Same difference. Yvah circled around and hoisted the rogue under the shoulders.

She pressed on ahead of her team, leading the way as it were. As she started leaving, she caught one more glimpse at the bloodied corpse left behind. Once more she looked down at her hands, almost symbolically drenched in his blood. An imperceptible glint of regret struck her eyes before-- Ka-houghk, she hacked up blood of her own which spattered over her still-drying hands.

"Gonna need a touch-up at the tavern, Lexxy!" she called out, just as chipper as ever, before trotting off to her destination with ratfolk in tow.

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Eliza felt like leaning on the edge of her seat as the Theullai answered her questions, but quickly found that precarious and instead kept to nodding after each reply. Her eyes remained intensely focused on those of her newfound company. Though, it wasn't a look of cautious distrust, rather of complete fascination. It was no small wonder that an elemental being was speaking to her. Even giving her information!

The wolf stopped a moment after their proclamation, and Eliza looked to be in the midst of recollection. She visibly scanned the possibilities within her memories before a look of astonishment struck her face. "Oh, I think I have just the idea!" The shimmering staff interwoven with the arcane fabric of the Weave lifted within her hand. She paused a moment before beginning her incantation. "Now, stay calm. This'll look a little scary but it'll do you no harm. Promise." She waited to see a look of acknowledgement from the Theullai, some sign of trust, before moving on with her spell. Fingertips swooped and swished through the air and intricate patterns as her gem-tipped staff glowed a dull orange hue. "For a shield that crackles, I wield mystic frackles," she muttered coolly under her breath.

With a sudden spark of energy inside of her arcane focus, thin, yellow flames sprung into existence around her. They crawled up and danced along her body, never breaching an inch further than her skin. The energy within was faint, more akin to a hearthfire than an arcane inferno. The presence of it was warm, rather than scalding. She reached her hand out slowly toward the Theullai with an even warmer smile on her face. "What's your name?"

Stuff

Expending a 4th level slot to cast Fire Shield on herself, set to warm. The shield grands cold resistance for 10 minutes. Any attackers within 5' cause the shield to erupt, dealing 2d8 damage as appropriate to the shield type. It does not cause any damage to creatures or objects that are touched by the caster.

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Yvah stood in a battle fluid stance as she awaited her time to strike. The Goliath raised his weapon for a strike, quivering under its weight and his mounting wounds, until his motion was cut short by a hunk of sharp steel cleaving down through his skull. Yvah did not see the man's body split down the center, only the haze of black splotched red that washed over her. The clattering, grunting and yelling sounds of battle stopped until there was only noise of idle panting and the drip, plop of flesh-addled blood falling off of Yvah's body. She didn't do much to react other than blink and smear her eyes free of gore. But after a moment to let the situation seep in, Yvah looked up to Lex and beamed an uncannily bright smile at him.

Soon there was chatter again as the party started to get their bearings together. More than chatter, at least, in that two in particular were bickering about what was done to their attackers. Yvah couldn't help but agree with her green friend, though she felt that Daisy's mourning should be cut short a moment. Walking up to the tiefling, Yvah said, "Daze, you know only big, mean one is dead, right?" Yvah glanced away from Daisy a moment just to realize that she herself was still covered head to toe in the aforementioned man's brain matter. Her hand slowly backed away, leaving a smudged red print behind, then moving back to scratch the back of her head absentmindedly. "Heh, sorry luv," she said with as much awkward sincerity as she could.

"Oh!" her feline portions perked up at the exclamation, "We can take them to the Homely Kobold, I used to work there! They don't ask a lot of questions and we might be able to find someone that can help with... clean up," she motions toward the half-remaining Goliath, "We can question these guys, have a little nap and be on our way!"

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Hesitation suddenly struck Eliza. She was equal parts shocked that she managed to get through to what seemed like a raging, caged animal and dumbstruck at the prospect of continuing this diplomacy successfully. Her attempt at negotiation was a hasty and impulsive one, and yet it worked. From there, however, Eliza was lost. But to her luck and immense relief, the kindly jester of the crew stepped in to make matters lighter. With a riveting speech no less. One that urged Eliza to rush for her notebook and hurriedly scrawl the words down on the nearest bookmarked sheet. She nearly had it all down before she quickly understood the sensation of one's spectacles fogging over their vision.

Blindly, she walked forward along the ship's railing, arm extended and waving side to side. This was something most of the crew would soon see, because as suddenly as the fog appeared, it was swept away by the ferocious winds of the sea. It was at this point that the gnome found herself face to face, so to speak, with the supple rear end that projected the obscuring cloud, her extended hand a mere inch from accidentally groping Koan's backside. The arm shot to her side, Eliza's posture rigid, as her choked up throat garbled up a blurted, "Hi."

With her face firmly painted a bright shade of pink at this point, Eliza pressed on past the woman to be more or less at the Theullai's nose. Stowing her mark-addled notebook into her Haversack, Eliza pawed up at the top edge of the railing. With some struggling, she managed to shimmy her petite figure over the side of the ship, parking herself on the edge with her legs dangling overboard. She hadn't a care of falling, as she knew very well that if her grip failed her then she'd have no issue reappearing on deck only a little soggier than before.

From this vantage, more or less at eye level to the wolf, Eliza addressed her would-be prisoner. "Now, don't be mean or I'll have to stuff you into another one of these," she bade warning before a mere flick of the wrist dispelled the ethereal cage around the Theullai. "And to the business at hand..."

"What's it like up there in the Water Plane? Who or what charged you with guarding this Gate? Do you know why this Gate stands here? Are the drakes your friends? Do you like petting?"

Fog Cloud

As mentioned in the Fog Cloud spell, the effect is ended after being dispersed by winds any stronger than 10 miles/hour. As ruled by the DM, @Gordian Nought's Fog Cloud ends after roughly ten seconds (1 or 2 rounds).

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

Feeling slightly invigorated by the mending touch of the bard and the nearly inspiring sight of the shank-happy rat dropping to his knees in defeat, Yvah was ready to dive headlong back into the fight. With a mock salute, Yvah said, "Thanks, luv," to Ary shortly before a blindingly quick step toward the Goliath. The fighter's flanking position backfired as his ally fell and found himself pincered instead. He likely realized his mistake when he felt a reverberating pain strike him in the softer flesh of his side. The wooden shaft of Yvah's staff rattled as it bounced off of the Goliath, just after the very end of the weapon sunk slightly into him with a well-placed jab. Yvah passed the weapon to her offhand as she stepped below the Goliath's reach by his side. With a swift strafe around him, she landed two firmly extended knuckles into the space between his abdominal muscles, almost drilling her hand into his gut. Yrk! escaped his lips before spewing his blood just over her head, blemishing Lex's already scarlet-stained armor with his viscera. Yvah then gracefully slid back into the Goliath's flank and huffed sharply with exhausted effort.

MECHAZORD

Moving 1 square NE and 1 square N to flank the Goliath.
Attack of 21 to hit the Goliath, resulting in 12 bludgeoning damage.
Bonus punch of 24 to hit the same target, resulting in 6 bludgeoning damage.

@Turbowraith is up and ready to tear things down.

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

Before Yvah could blink, a fight broke out before her. It was just as sudden as it was violent, resulting in blood sprays, ice rinks and possibly sprained ankles. That catfolk girl wasn't going to have a fun time the day after. Yvah had yet to even take stock of the situation before she was already upon one of their assailants with a vicious blur of strikes toward the guttermeat throwing knives at her friends. It was then that a cold, jagged and sharp pain struck her in the abdomen as a dagger wrenched its way through her kidney. She felt parts of her organs collapse around the wound as the blade left her body with a gooey schlick.

But then she giggled.

Force of will commanded her to retain her consciousness and she felt a wave of mischievous intent course through her. As the rogue stood there, sure that his target was decimated, he could see a terrible, uncanny glint in her eye as she stood on the cusp of unconsciousness. Laughing.

With a swift slide of her feet, she turned to her left at the flanking human. A grin plastered itself onto her face as she tossed her staff into the air and deftly breached his space by plunging her claws into his shoulders. They found their grip in his cloak and she hoisted herself up over his frame until her arms extended straight downward, her injured belly flexing inches from his face. Before the situation could register to him, her foot crunched into his sternum as a launching point to send her airborne. Her form bend backward as she flipped away from the man. Mid-way through her flip, she caught her staff and used her momentum to drive it upward and struck him directly where his jaw met his throat. Crack! reverberated through the narrow passageway as the sound of the man's jaw being firmly dislodged from his skull.

Yvah landed, skidding across the ice a few feet before her claw extended and found purchase in one of the cobblestones. She raised herself to her feet with her staff and with a slide, a tumble and a dash, found her way beside the new blood. "I can't believe that worked!" she said exasperatedly as she turned to face and wave at Araerys. "But thanks for the save." She popped a coy little smirk before her body spontaneously wracked itself with a wave of pain.

How did Yvah want to do this?

Rolled a 17 to attack the human with her staff. The attack hit for 12 damage, thanks to Lex offering her some sneak attack damage and Ary offering Lex some hp. The human was then KO'd quite spectacularly.

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If only the ship could fly, this'd all be so easy. There'd be no more sea monsters. Storms would be a cinch in comparison. Raiding land settlements and dragon's lairs wouldn't be limited by the coastline. And throwing people overboard would result in much less cruel and inconsistent deaths. It would do better to coat the hull in metal, since a breach in the sky would be far more catastrophic than in the sea. How to keep it in the air with all that weight, however? It would need some very lightweight materials, as well as a strong propulsion system. And what of weaponry? Simple cannon won't do, that's like throwing stones at the clouds! Perhaps harpoons? Yes, giant harpoons capable of tearing through the deck of another vessel from above or a dragon's scaled hide from the flank!

Oh, right. There's a battle going on, isn't there? To be discussed with the captain in the morning, then. Back to business!

Eliza stepped forward, immediately bombarded by the oppressive wintry winds. At least her Wheeling Shoes were deactivated, or else her small form would be battered by the ship itself in this chaotic storm. Her eyes squinted as she stared down her caged beast in the midst of the blizzard, soon lighting up with clarity and recognition. Her spare hand was firmly planted on the railing of the ship as she carefully stepped as closely as she could toward it. "Cease fire! Cease fire!" she bellowed over the raging battle, falling on a couple of deaf or maddened ears.

As she approached the elemental entity, she audibly gulped --or it would be audible if there wasn't an obnoxious threat of death-- but softened her gaze to something more sympathetic. "We're going to calm down, Mister Theullai. We're not trying to hurt you or your home, we were just passing through a storm and swept up into you." she said as diplomatically as she could with yelling.

Stuffs

No mechanical change from before, except she has moved two squares to the East (toward the wolf and the bow of the ship).