Vashti Amela |
Quickly casts Guidance on the two littles.
That sounds goo.. wait, what? Me? Well, Ok, sure I can do that.
Begins munching on a cookie.
Vashti will wait several moments for the sisters to move into place, then walk to the voices.
I will not do that if the others object or have an alternative plan.
Percy Silvershaper |
Percy moves quietly around to the left and tries to use the snow to muffle her sounds of approach.
Allie Silvershaper |
Allie does as well.
Your Benevolent Dictator |
Allie: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23
Them: 3d20 ⇒ (13, 11, 17) = 41
Allie and Percy begin to creep up on the speakers. Just as they get into position, Percy steps on a twig, and the people look up in surprise. Fortunately for the hidden Gnomes, Vashti picks that moment to begin openly walking toward the three men. "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
@Eredhaias/Sigrun: I'm assuming you're staying back and out of sight? As such, you'll be able to hear the proceedings but can't see anything.
Vashti Amela |
Hello good men, my name is Vashti Amela, healer and midwife. I journey this path to discover the dire reasons for this unseasonable cold. Can you tell me what you have seen or heard out in the woods?
Percy Silvershaper |
Percy breaths a sigh of relief as the men turn their attention to Vashti. She was out of practice with the sneaking. As Vashti addresses the uniformed men, who she doesn't trust to be Sentinals, Percy summons some of the fire her sister shows such an affinity for. Flames lick up her arms as she readies the spell.
Ready action to cast Burning Hands if the men become hostile.
Allie Silvershaper |
Allie really wants s cookie, and needs to remind herself to stay quiet to stay unseen.
Vashti Amela |
They've raisins and nuts..
Waves epically nom-able cookies at group.
Crunch, munch, nom nom in an overly loud manner.
If they are eating, then they are not attacking, everyone loves cookies.
Allie Silvershaper |
Allie jumps from the place she was hiding and grabs at Vashti longingly. "Oh yes!! Please I want a cookie! Please lady! Please! I've wanted one for a while now but you haven't given me one! Please!! Vashti!!" She grabs at the cookie, her mouth watering to taste the nom noms.
Your Benevolent Dictator |
Sigrun Jagrsdottir |
Shaking her head Sigrun remains silent but ready to charge in at a moment's notice.
Allie Silvershaper |
Allie smiles at the men. "Oh just my sister and Vashti! She is taking us through here to figure out the reason its snowing! And she has yummy cookies." She giggles and motions for her sister to come out. "Come on Perc! These men are Sentinels! They mean us no harm!" She smiled at the men again "You just scared us because we thought you might be bandits! There are a lot of dangers in these woods. And like Vashti said, she takes care of her children."
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
Percy Silvershaper |
Percy has a sudden and nearly uncontrollable urge to shove her sister's head in the snow.
She slowly stands, but doesn't move much, trying to maintain the basic form of her flanking trap with Allie without looking suspicious.
Vashti Amela |
Vashti smiles at Allies sudden appearance, trying to cover her dismay.
She then hands her the cookie.
She has a vision of Allies head and snow, but quickly shakes it off.
Your Benevolent Dictator |
Allie: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (1) - 1 = 0
Percy: 1d20 ⇒ 4
Vashti: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16
Percy Silvershaper |
Percy locks her eyes on the men. Something's not quite right. Why were "Sentinels" asking them for information before other things. Like... Other things.
She catches Allie's gaze and performs one of the miracles of sisterhood: near perfect non-verbal communication. She shakes her head slightly, indicating mistrust and suspicion.
Allie Silvershaper |
Allie looks at Percy and frowns, munching on the cookie. She doesnt give anymore information, her sister seemed mad or scared or something...
Eredhaias Malynneil |
Ered just rolls his eyes, glad he can't be heard, as Vashti speaks far too openly about all of what they've seen. If they were to survive this, he'd have to talk about this whole "trusting strangers" thing.
And damn it if he didn't want a cookie.
Your Benevolent Dictator |
Allie Silvershaper |
Allies demeanor changes and her face goes completely blank. Her eyes glase over. "Its not me you should be worrying about..." Her hands begin to flame as she takes a step back. She then mutters something and sets loose a cone of fire that just misses Vashti and Percy.
Burning Hands Reflex DC 16: 1d4 ⇒ 4
A wicked smile crosses her face and she is no longer recognizable. Her voice low, unfamiliar and cold is very quiet, just audiable to those around her. "Burn. Burn all of you... You have no power greater than that possessed by me... You will die, and it will be a long and painful passing. Feel the ultimate power of the flames of the Dawnflower."
Bluff: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10
From GM: Because I have initiated combat, do not post anything until he updates tomorrow afternoon.
Your Benevolent Dictator |
Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15
Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Combat has begun
Your turns
Percy Silvershaper |
Percy was caught a little by surprise. She quickly casts, hoping to complete the original trap's effect before it's too late
Burning Hands DC 15: 1d4 ⇒ 2
Allie Silvershaper |
Allie Growls through her teeth as the blade comes down and hits her. Moving a step back her hand produces a small ball of fire, she then proceeds to throw it at the retreating Sentinel. Produce Flame
She then looks up at the Sentinel that hit her and grins. "So you wish to die today?"
Attack on runner: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
fire damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Vashti Amela |
Delay action until the heavy hitters move up.
Also, try to close mouth that dropped to the ground in astonishment.
Eredhaias Malynneil |
Ered is going to double move to get a bit closer to their retreating enemy. "What in the Hells is going on?!"
The elf seems confused even though he is charging after an enemy with weapon drawn.
Sigrun Jagrsdottir |
Right alongside Ered Sigrun dashes forward, shield and axe in hand ready to protect her allies.
Your Benevolent Dictator |
Reflex: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12
Attack CE: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (15) - 1 = 14
Attack CE: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (19) - 1 = 18
Confirm: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Percy's unexpected fire blast catches both of Allie's attackers full-on. The Sentinel leader strikes Allie again (take 4pts damage). Seeing her drop, the second man takes a swing at Vashti, who's unable to block the blow in time [ooc](take 7pts damage). The third Sentinel (narrowly missed by Allie's flame bolt) continues to run away.
New Round
Your turns
Sentinel Leader: -6 HP
Sentinel 2: -6 HP
Fleeing Sentinel: -4 HP
Percy Silvershaper |
Percy summons a dart of chaotic iridescence and sends it rocketing toward the fleeing sentinel's back.
Touch of Chaos: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13
damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Your Benevolent Dictator |
1d100 ⇒ 57
Just before Percy's bolt strikes the running man, it begins to shimmer with ever-changing colors and morphs into a long sheetlike material that envelopes the Sentinel and stops him in his tracks. Seconds later, the colorful object fades from view, leaving Percy's victim lying face-up on the ground, his eyes the color of the northern lights.
Sentinel Leader: -6 HP
Sentinel 2: -6 HP
Fleeing Sentinel: dead
Percy Silvershaper |
Percy stares for a moment after the fleeing man she had... Done something to. She looks at her finger as if it is no longer hers, then shrugs and grins.
Allie Silvershaper |
Stablize: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
Allie lies helplessly on the groung, her blood staining the snow. She looks back to normal, though she is unconsious. Peaceful.
Percy Silvershaper |
Percy looks around, trying to find her sister. She finder her in the snow. Red snow. A terrifying rage builds in her and she releases a scream that foretells death for all that oppose her and revenge for her sister's harm.
Sigrun Jagrsdottir |
Sigrun comes charging through the brush at a full run, viciously planting her axe into the Sentinel leader before he can fully register her arrival.
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
1d8 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Vashti Amela |
As soon as the sentential is out of range, Vashti will channel energy: 1d6 ⇒ 1.
You have GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The dice roller hates me today.
Sigrun Jagrsdottir |
Quickly drawing a throwing axe, Sigrun sends it tumbling end over end at the retreating sentinel's back.
1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
1d6 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
Allie Silvershaper |
Allie sits up, eyes wide. "Whats going on?" She goes to sit up only to find her shoulder wounded. She yells in pain and thwomps back down in the snow. She looks at her sister, her eyebrows raising. "What happened Perc? How did this happen?!" She gingerly touches her wound, assessing the damage.