Jaster Kite |
Yup, three left, I'll redirect Amalarra's acid splash to another Decapus.
While unharmed by the explosion, Geralt finds himself coated in a the thick residue of jungle calamari.
Skjor himself wriggles his way free of the fiendish tentacles' grasp, at which, tired of trying to strangle the metalhead, chomps out with a vicious bite.
Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
More annoyed with the acid than anything, the Decapus Torviir had attacked leaps into her direction, tentacles flailing.
Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
Damage: 2d4 + 3 ⇒ (3, 1) + 3 = 7
Grapple: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24
Finally, after debating whether or not she is edible, the last Decapus chomps out.
Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Skjor, Viking Lord of Rock |
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Seeing one of his companions knocked low by the fiendish abominations, Skjor felt a primal rage flow through his veins and, ignoring the tentacled-monstrosity that bit into him, rushed over to Amalarra's prone form and attacked with vigor.
Charge Attack: 1d20 + 7 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (13) + 7 + 2 - 1 = 21
Damage: 1d12 + 7 + 2 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 7 + 2 + 3 = 21
Ammon Knight of Ragathiel |
So who should i smack with my sword? cause that's what Ammons good at right now
Jaster Kite |
Yup, two left, also, I think Skjor just provoked an attack of opportunity.
As Skjor charges outwards, the Decapus he was previously engaged with lashes out, teeth first.
Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Skjor's massive blow leaves the Decapus's head split in two, dead in an instant, collapsing into a soft mass of boneless tentacles.
Geralt Snacko |
To out of it to wipe his face clean, Geralt turns to the remaining creatures and rushes the one closes, trying to ignore his screaming in pain body
attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16
damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Ammon Knight of Ragathiel |
Rahhhh Ammon screams with rage charging the nearest monster
attack: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (4) + 12 = 16
damage: 2d8 + 9 ⇒ (8, 7) + 9 = 24
Jaster Kite |
I can't believe I went this entire encounter without making the ten-tickles joke.
Geralt clips one of the Decapi along the side, flecking a small amount of blood back onto the forest floor.
Ammon's strike, however, skewers the Decapus face-first, it's body goes limp, one less to worry about. One more left in your sight.
Said Decapus, still engaged with Geralt, pissed at the wound marking it's otherwise pretty face, lashes out with it's tentacles.
Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16
Damage: 2d4 + 3 ⇒ (3, 2) + 3 = 8
Grapple: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14
Skjor, Viking Lord of Rock |
Let it not be said I am not a giving person.
Attack: 1d20 + 7 - 1 ⇒ (15) + 7 - 1 = 21
Damage: 1d12 + 7 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 7 + 3 = 17
Rushing forward to the final, wounded creature, Aegis lashed out as Skjor gave a deep yell. "You will harm no more, foul thing!"
Skjor, Viking Lord of Rock |
Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
CLW: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
With the battle finished, Skjor quickly made his way back to the downed drow. Kneeling down, he gently placed a hand onto her stomach and muttered a prayer to his gods.
Amalarra Torviir |
Amalarra is snapped into consciousness as her body fought death and won. Her eyes open and she groans, "Damn, I thought I was done for... Thank you.
Much of her jacket is covered in the blood of the the tentacled creature, some of it her own. As well, it has been cut up and damaged badly.
"I'm not getting a return on this. Is Geralt alright?"
Ammon Knight of Ragathiel |
How is everyone? Who needs healing? The demon child asks his arms shaking, breathing rather heavily. He removes his gauntlets, claws fade away golden light emanates briefly healing wounds.
Ama, if you want i can do some repairs. Used to rip my clothes all the time during training. i have a spell that should work.
Who so ever needs i am assuming Geralt
CLW: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
CLW: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Geralt Snacko |
don't waste them on me I can heal myself for motes of time, I still got 7
"Don't worry about me, you need those heals more" Geralt grunts facing the opposite way while rubbing his sore neck so the group won't see his bruised face.
"...and I do have a bit of my own healing" Geralt coughs out before he starts glowing with a baby blue light.
Turning to face his team, Geraltso wounds and bruises start to close at a very accelerated rate, some starting to scab over instantly and just as quickly ejecting the scab to show blemishless skin.
uses 1 mote of time to activate old wounds, heals 1d8 + time theif level.
heals: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
Ammon Knight of Ragathiel |
Believe it or not i'm fine, mostly. Just a bit tired. Anyone else then? if not i'll just put the magic away...So what are these things? Ammon kicks one of corpses
Skjor, Viking Lord of Rock |
"I am good," Skjor said as he helped the dark skinned woman to her feet. "We should burn these bodies, make sure that they are all truly dead rather than just leave them here."
Ammon Knight of Ragathiel |
I heard that part,i think. i meant things like this aren't natural..Ammon put's his gauntlets back on, muttering in what sounds like gibberish.
Just need to calm down,i can control this
Devic Zaitsev |
Yes, yes. We go now. Who else have idea why solitary intelligence creature work together? Must benefit, yes? Devic begins to walk ahead, seeming to not pay full attention to the path in front of her. Eyes wandering, looking back at the others.
Maybe another lead, ehh. What Moment say day we meet? "Bee-bag?" Is right? Lead Bee-bag? Dee-bag?
Skjor, Viking Lord of Rock |
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"I would really appreciate it if you would not wave around an explosive device," Skjor said uneasily. "Come, we need to continue to stop time from dying. I still find that a strange concept..."
GM, if we survive this quest, will we become...Heroes of Time?
Jaster Kite |
Hm... I can definitely say you will be awarded in a... timely manner.
The further you venture into the jungle, the more you all, especially Geralt, notice the weird way times effecting everything. You notice stones and leaves that appear to be floating , but upon closer inspection, appear to be simply falling at a glacial pace. Another thing, glowing purple sap leaking from trees, giving the dark of the jungle an eery lighting.
Devic Zaitsev |
Hm? Is not to worry about, Skjor. Think I crazy? Never wave volatile materials. Case is I.D. locked to specific D.N.A sequence, activating only if I input enough pressure in order. It holds charged chemical/mineral compound I have been able to improve thanks to travels. Is safe as, ehh baseball unless say so from I.
Devic goes on with her talk of boring (or really cool explosive charges depending on who's listening) science until the surroundings clearly get to be entirely surreal. Her words trail off as she inspects them.
Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Ehh... what... is sap?
S!*@ s$@~ s@ s&++ s+#& s+@# s&*$. I... can't do anything but try to kill even more. Is that it?
Devic looks down to the groups feet, worry showing across her face.
Amalarra Torviir |
"Be ready to throw them things, there's bound to be more of them somewhere, or something else holding the strings to whatever time mumbo jumbo is going on," Amalarra says, clutching her side from time to time.
Ammon Knight of Ragathiel |
Ammon has gone from his usual cheerful self to oddly quiet, he doesn't say much but continues forward.
Skjor, Viking Lord of Rock |
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K.Arcana: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11 To figure out if it's a magical reason for the glowing sap.
"I am liking this less and less as time goes by," Skjor said. Then he stopped for a moment, thought about what he just said, and added, "And I apologize for the pun. It is a deplorable type of humor."
I love puns...
Jaster Kite |
The lead Formian halts. This is where we must leave you. She said. We have lost too many mindshells to the forest past this point. She points a spear towards the sap. That came with the corruption, and is it's greatest herald. Touching it is not advised. The Formians will make camp close by, on the chance you all should return unharmed.
Amalarra Torviir |
Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
Amalarra doesn't seem to pay attention much to her surroundings, keeping next to Skjor for an odd reason. The pain in her had dissipated but from time to time she still clutched her arm.
Skjor, Viking Lord of Rock |
Stealth: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
Crouching low as their escorts left them, Skjor was able to keep his armor's creaking to a minimum as his eyes scanned around the party. "What do you believe is coming?" he asked the sorceress beside him.
Ammon Knight of Ragathiel |
Ammon is too distracted by his own thoughts to really focus on anything going on
perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Jaster Kite |
You hear two voices, both hushed, hissing.
Where's the tree?
I've been following you.
So we're lost?
No. Just keep following the purple crap.
And just then, Amalarra steps on a twig.
Amalarra Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
Devic: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
Geralt: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
Ammon: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
Skjor: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
?: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
?: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14
Something stirs to the west, like a sudden shock, and then stillness...