Maitreya Round 1, Init 25
Maitreya exhaled a deep breath, releasing air, pain, and exhaustion in one motion, as he inhaled again he felt life and energy reinvigorate his limbs as he looked over and saw the boy slide into the mouth of the beast, and then suddenly out the other end.
Mastery took a few steps, one foot landing between the crow and where Amelia had been a moment ago, the next hit the brim of the craft as Maitreya leapt flipping through the air to land on a nearby rock, from which he leapt again, pivoting as he did to jump and skip like a stone across the water until he landed before the bellowing beast.
With a yell one of his fists shot out, to strike the dangerous beast and hopefully distract it from the grievously injured boy and the rest of the party of adventurers.
Stunning Fist
Damage
if evil add
Must make fort save vs. dc 21 or be sickened.
(DC 10 + 1/2 level +wis +2 fist of the heavens)
(hoping it does not have combat reflexes)
With ankles demurely crossed Amelia floated higher above the battle assessing the capabilities of her new travelling companions.
"The young one is straightforward. The other is more...abstract" she thought to herself idly, as she watched the young plant monk force his way out of the giant turtle. "I'm sure they can deal with this beast, but at what cost"?
With an idle gesture and a word she sent a bolt of black lightning crackling into the creature, and smiled wanly as she watched it's muscles contract and stiffen.
Ranged touch
Strength damage
Fort Save DC 19 for half
Maitreya Round 1, Init 25
Maitreya exhaled a deep breath, releasing air, pain, and exhaustion in one motion, as he inhaled again he felt life and energy reinvigorate his limbs as he looked over and saw the boy slide into the mouth of the beast, and then suddenly out the other end.
Mastery took a few steps, one foot landing between the crow and where Amelia had been a moment ago, the next hit the brim of the craft as Maitreya leapt flipping through the air to land on a nearby rock, from which he leapt again, pivoting as he did to jump and skip like a stone across the water until he landed before the bellowing beast.
With a yell one of his fists shot out, to strike the dangerous beast and hopefully distract it from the grievously injured boy and the rest of the party of adventurers.
Stunning Fist 1d20+13
Damage 1d10+3
if evil add 2d6+1
Must make fort save vs. dc 21 or be sickened.
(DC 10 + 1/2 level +wis +2 fist of the heavens)(hoping it does not have combat reflexes)
Maitreya landed with a splash and waded his way towards the mammoth reptile. It's head pivoted, and the monk could see the odd patches of red growths studding its scaled form. A thousand questing finger-length tentacles wriggled in the mountain air from them, studded with black spots that might be eyes, mouths, or something else entirely.
The turtle's gaping maw swivelled in his direction as he struggled through the clinging muck on the moor's bottom, snapping at him as he moved, the head a split second too late to catch the monk.
The monks fist smashed into armored plate without effect.
-> Miss
With ankles demurely crossed Amelia floated higher above the battle assessing the capabilities of her new travelling companions.
"The young one is straightforward. The other is more...abstract" she thought to herself idly, as she watched the young plant monk force his way out of the giant turtle. "I'm sure they can deal with this beast, but at what cost"?
With an idle gesture and a word she sent a bolt of black lightning crackling into the creature, and smiled wanly as she watched it's muscles contract and stiffen.
Ranged touch 1d20+7
Strength damage 1d6+4
Fort Save DC 19 for half
Brand Orson 30 [57 dmg]
Maitreya 25
-> Talon the Storm Crow 23
Giant Snapping Turtle Scarlet Child 21 [19 damage]
Amelia Darkarch 18
Evelyn Nyx 15
> Talon is up.
Talon launched himself from the eel boat, leaping towards the massive turtle as it snapped towards the wading monk. He leveled his hand crossbow and fired, driving another shocking bolt into the reptiles hide.
Before his eyes, the wound wriggled, red tendrils attempting to pull the flesh back together as though the wound had never been, then spasming, aimlessly writhing.
The beast's maw swivelled and snapped, razor redged jaws lunging forward to clamp down on the Tengu rogue.
-> Grabbed!
A moment later a wave of black lightning crackled from Amelia's hands, withering the turtle and lessening it's incredible strength.
Brand Orson 30 [57 dmg]
Maitreya 25
Talon the Storm Crow 23 [27 dmg]
Giant Snapping Turtle Scarlet Child 21 [-5 Strength, 38 damage]
Amelia Darkarch 18 [Levitating 25' Up]
-> Evelyn Nyx 15
> Evelyn Nyx is up.
Talon R1 Int 24 (I am +5 not +4)
moves, attacks the turtle with the hand cross bow
+ +
Talon R1 Int 24 (I am +5 not +4)
moves, attacks the turtle with the hand cross bow
[dice=hand cross bow]1d20+11
[dice=damage]1d4+1 + [dice=shock]1d6 + [dice=sneak attack]5d6
Brand Orson 30 [57 dmg]
Maitreya 25
Talon the Storm Crow 24 [27 dmg]
Giant Snapping Turtle Scarlet Child 21 [-2 AC, -5 Strength, 27 damage]
Amelia Darkarch 18 [Levitating 25' Up]
-> Evelyn Nyx 15
> Evelyn Nyx is up.
This is how I am exiting the campaign
Brand round 2 ini 30
Brand gulped down the air as he burst from the foul gullet.
His skin flashed over a dark brown. Bark flaked off his wounds, closing some over.
Big stupid beast!
The shadows surrounding Nyx suddenly darkened to pitch black, and swirled around until nothing but a cloud of black remained in the boat. And that cloud began to move...
Brand Orson 30 [48 dmg]
Maitreya 25
Talon the Storm Crow 24 [Grappled, 27 dmg]
Giant Snapping Turtle Scarlet Child 21 [Grappled, -2 AC, -5 Strength, 27 damage]
Amelia Darkarch 18 [Levitating 25' Up]
Evelyn Nyx 15
Brand focuses his ki, healing some of his aches and pains after being swallowed by the giant snapping turtle.
> Maitreya is Up!
Maitreya, Round 2, Initiative 25
Maitreya wiped swamp water from his face, and lowered his stance, taking careful stock of the monstrous foe. With a yell his hands lashed out in a blur, cutting golden glowing trails through the air as they lashed towards the terrible foe.
EDIT: Note that the 4th attack is a critical hit!
Second edit: I forgot flanking, but it didn't matter.
Maitreya, Round 2, Initiative 25
Maitreya wiped swamp water from his face, and lowered his stance, taking careful stock of the monstrous foe. With a yell his hands lashed out in a blur, cutting golden glowing trails through the air as they lashed towards the terrible foe.
Maitreya, Round 2, Initiative 25
Maitreya wiped swamp water from his face, and lowered his stance, taking careful stock of the monstrous foe. With a yell his hands lashed out in a blur, cutting golden glowing trails through the air as they lashed towards the terrible foe.
[dice=Critical Hit] 1d10+2d6+3+1
Maitreya's attacks tore great chunks of flesh from the turtle, leaving gaping wounds that drooled crimson inchor into the swamp.
Talon struggled mightily to escape the turtles clutches, slipping free by the barest of margins.
Those same jaws scissored closed on the golden monk, trying to crush him between sharp bony plates but the holy warrior ducked away in time.
-> Miss
Brand Orson 30 [48 dmg]
Maitreya 25
Talon the Storm Crow 24 [27 dmg]
Giant Snapping Turtle Scarlet Child 21 [-5 Strength, 86 damage]
-> Amelia Darkarch 18 [Levitating 25' Up]
Evelyn Nyx 15
> Amelia is Up!
Maitreya, Round 2, Initiative 25
Maitreya wiped swamp water from his face, and lowered his stance, taking careful stock of the monstrous foe. With a yell his hands lashed out in a blur, cutting golden glowing trails through the air as they lashed towards the terrible foe.
[dice=Critical Hit] 1d10+2d6+3+1
The wizardess narrowed her eyes in annoyance.
Why does this thing not have the good sense to know when it is beaten she wondered
Sighing, she spoke another word of power and a series of black palm sized snowflakes were sent spinning into the creature, sending up showers of sparks when they struck it's shell.
Brand round 3 ini 30
The foul slime of the turtles gullet covered the boy from head to toe.
You are a gross big ole creature you know that?
#3 is a crit!
Brand round 3 ini 30
The foul slime of the turtles gullet covered the boy from head to toe.
You are a gross big ole creature you know that?
#3 is chance for a crit!
[dice=Flurry of Blows Atttack] 1d20+15+2
no crit....
Maitreya, Round 3 Init 25
It saddens me that such a majestic beast has become corrupted. I am sorry. Maitreya told the beast before once again striking out at the corrupt creature.
Evelyn sat shrouded in darkness, her eyes adjusting to the lack of light.
She could hear the sizzling bolts of magic flash by and the bestial roar of the turtle as they hit.
The beast roared again as Brand's acidic strikes smashed armor plates and burned away great handfuls of reptilian flesh.
It lurched away from the pain of its wounds, only to find Maitreya waiting for it.
A halo of golden light flared above the monks head as he delivered precise strikes of his own. A great foreleg shattered, toppling the turtle into the swamp, a wake of water nearly capsizing the eel boat.
He struck again and something burst in the turtles neck with a sickening crunch. It gagged and its eye rolled up into its head.
A last ragged breath....and then silence.
The turtle seemed almost to fall into itself in death, its flesh eaten away by the fungus covering it and transformed into a crimson slime that sizzled and burned as it spread through the swamp water in a wide circle. The monks leapt clear but the raven folk rogue squawked as his feathers smoked and burned. slipping into unconsciousness.
Party Status
Brand Orson [48 dmg]
Maitreya
Talon the Storm Crow [Unconscious, drowning, stabilized, 67 dmg]
Amelia Darkarch [Levitating 25' Up]
Evelyn Nyx
Brand splayed on his back on one of the moss covered boulders. Pain flared though his wrecked form.
Ow ow ow ow ow
He sat up and took out a pale blue bottle from his backpack. He bit the cork out and spit it into the acidic spill. The cork bubbled and frothed before vanishing under the slime.
well dad, that was a pretty epic fight don't you think?
He looked at the brownish colored skull smiling back at him from his pack.
He raised the bottle in salute and greedily slurped it down.
Brand splayed on his back on one of the moss covered boulders. Pain flared though his wrecked form.
Ow ow ow ow owHe sat up and took out a pale blue bottle. He bit the cork out and spit it into the acidic spill. The cork bubbled and frothed before vanishing under the slime.
well dad, that was a pretty epic fight don't you think?
He looked at the brownish colored skull smiling back at him from his pack.
He raised the bottle in salute and greedily slurped it down.
Brand Orson [37 dmg]
Maitreya stepped atop a nearby stump and perched there over the acidic foam of the swamp. He bowed his head for a long moment over the decaying form of the great turtle.
The size of it was great, he must have been very old. To live so long and see the world grow around you....a terrible end. I pray this violence has brought you piece old one.
Mastery moved back to the raft, rushing to catch it before the currents might pull it too far away, and pulled it back to a position near the blind woman and beneath the floating one. There he left the craft and gingerly picked up the unconscious crow-like man.
These swamps hold many dangers. We should move on. If anyone has the means to help this one, that would be very wise.
Brand stood upon the pile of boulders as Maitreya fished the tengu from the swamp and placed him safely into the eel boat.
A cloud of Stygian darkness flowed inward, revealing the masked form of Evelyn standing not far away. Soaked to the waist, the oracle clambered aboard and took her place once more.
Amelia floated downwards, her hair and dark robes whipping in an icy wind. She settled into the boat like a feather, hovering just above the crafts wooden seat.
The setting sun dipped behind the snow-capped peaks of the Old Crystolis range, the sky darkening by degrees into a deep muddy green rather than the purples, pinks, and reds of earlier days.
One more sign of the changes taking place on Arrule.
Brand stood upon the pile of boulders as Maitreya fished the tengu from the swamp and placed him safely into the eel boat.
A cloud of Stygian darkness flowed inward, revealing the masked form of Evelyn standing not far away. Soaked to the waist, the oracle clambered aboard and took her place once more.
Amelia floated downwards, her hair and dark robes whipping in an icy wind. She settled into the boat like a feather, hovering just above the crafts wooden seat.
The setting sun dipped behind the snow-capped peaks of the Old Crystolis range, the sky darkening by degrees into a deep muddy green rather than the purples, pinks, and reds of earlier days.
One more sign of the changes taking place on Arrule.
Very little light is left. And perhaps the old one kept other predators from this area. Let us anchor the craft and rest here. And we must awaken this fallen warrior. Has anyone the means?
Amelia looked at the other travellers.
" If it is a safe place to rest you seek, I can provide that. Talon would be safe to recuperate as well. You will have to see the skiff safely stowed while we rest, but other than that we will go unmolested. If that interests you, that is"
You words are vague, but the message is clear enough. If you can provide safe haven, then we would be most grateful I think. I shall secure the craft.
Maitreya tied the boat to whatever stump or solid substance he can find, testing it carefully first to see that it is rooted to earth beneath the water, and not a floating mound of grass. Then he will take some time to try to conceal the craft under long reeds and the like.
You words are vague, but the message is clear enough. If you can provide safe haven, then we would be most grateful I think. I shall secure the craft.
Maitreya tied the boat to whatever stump or solid substance he can find, testing it carefully first to see that it is rooted to earth beneath the water, and not a floating mound of grass. Then he will take some time to try to conceal the craft under long reeds and the like.
[dice=Survival roll to conceal the craft?]1d20+5
Brand looked over the eel boats as the monk secured them.
Brand looked over the canoes as the monk secured them.
[dice=woodcraft] 1d20+12
[ooc] He will also spend 4 ki points to regain 18 more HP.There, dad wouldn't want us travelling in anything not at its most sound.
Brand Orson [19 dmg]
Mmhmm, thought so.
Brands fingers ran across the wet crack at the bottom of the boat. Leafy growths crisscrossed the hole as the half-dryad concentrated. He plucked away the leaves revealing a smooth section where the hole had been.
There, dad wouldn't want us travelling in anything not at its most sound.
He pulled at the blood-soaked bottom of his shirt. He lifted it up revealing large angry purple bruises that formed on his torso.
Yeowch, did someone say something about healing?
Amelia stood in quiet contemplation for a moment and hurled one end of the rope she held towards the sky. When it reached it's apex there was a rumble like thunder and the rope hung there, suspended by only the force of her will. Smiling at the others she touched the unconscious tengu, and they both floated upwards and disappeared once they reached the top of the rope.
If you climb the rope:
Brand tugged at the bottom of the rope.
Well ill be damned.
He turned back to the monk and evelyn. Meet you guys up there I guess!
He grabbed the rope and swiftly climbed to the top, disappearing entirely.
M'lady do you come here often? This is the most beautiful place ive ever seen!
He walked towards the edge of the butte and peered downwards.
I wonder if my dad ever saw anyplace this beautiful. Oh I know!!
He took out the brownish colored skull and held it aloft.
There Dad, now you can see it too!
For your father's sake I pray his spirit is not contained within. Maitreya said as he silently slid over the edge into the shelter.
He looked about the space, an eyebrow arched as he took in the miraculous surroundings. I commend you lady, a special place indeed.
With that, Maitreya moved to the side of the space, and sat, legs crossed. His hands rested on his knees, palms facing upwards, and he turned his eyes to the false stars, and smiled.
Brand looked at the skull. His face drooped as he studied its hollow eyes.
No, i hope your right. Its just nice to feel like i have him close.
He pulled a small rolled up piece of paper out of the skulls mouth.
I wonder if the fair vale five will ever return here? They came here a while ago i heard. But all i hear is rumors of stories.
He unrolled the paper. Dark dried blood mixed with a burn mark in the bottom right corner rubbed off on his finger.
Jotun, Zalus, Brunt, Anton and Arc. The Heroes of fair-vale. I'm hoping one of them knows who my mother is, or at least where to find her. But all i hear of them is of their death or disappearance.
He rolled the paper back and slid it inside the skull.He carefully and lovingly wrapped the skull back inside a soft cloth and put it in his pack.
All i know for sure is that the goblin named brunt was last seen heading north of here. So i'm following the best leads i can.
He laid back on the soft grass.
Till then, i plan on helping these people cause its what my father would have done. Being a brave hero and all.
Evelyn took out her bedroll, and after a few bites of food, allowed herself to slip into a black sleep.
The flesh of the fallen started to stretch and knit itself together as Nyx dreamed...
Evelyn calls on her magic, washing away the worldly hurts of her companions before slipping into her bedroll and well deserved sleep.
The group awakens under the same star-filled sky as when they initially began their slumber, the points of light like fireflies stuck in amber, forever and unchanging.
Only the fire is different, now burned down to warm coals, the smell of woodsmoke all but gone in the warm breezes that sweep the butte and rustle the thin, needle-like leaves of the yucca tree.
Talon rose to a seated position and glanced at Amelia. Fresh feathers had grown to replace those lost in the acidic slime left behind by the turtles passing, stark white against thier dark brothers, the effect striking. "This place? Is it a memory? Is it a dream? What meaning does it hold for you?"
Brand Orson [1 dmg]
Talon the Storm Crow [2 dmg]
Brand looked at the skull. His face drooped as he studied its hollow eyes.
No, i hope your right. Its just nice to feel like i have him close.
Our family need never leave us if their memory holds true. Is it not custom in these lands to lay the mortal coil to rest in the ground, or beneath stones? I have never seen one carry so physical a reminder of one no longer living before.
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