Assuming she had time to move before the door was opened:
To Hit:
Damage:
To Hit:
Damage:
Rapid Shot. Point Blank Shot is NOT included.
If she still has a visual bead on at least one enemy when the door is opened, she will simply go whenever she can. If she does not, she will hold action until an enemy is in sight.
If she does not have time to move before the door was opened, please let me know, as I am strongly considering taking a double move to get out of Rev's line of fire instead in that case.
"By the time we crashed into his life, maybe. But there was a point..." Her voice gets a little stronger, more like the confident woman who snuck Fiosa into Westcrown a few months ago. "He could have been redeemed." She shrugs, "I know that you all tried for a better outcome." Smiles at Melilot.
that was the mission Melilot says gravely.
At the sight of Gravlax chugging the potion and Melilot backing away, Cassian chuckles to himself. He glances up at the monkey on his shoulder and scratches the little guy's neck. "You have to admire our esprit de corps," he murmurs.
Gravlax attacks the nearest non-bone-dog with his black sword.
He nods, not comfortably, "My mother." He looks down, not sure how much he should tell, if it matters. "Uncle says its my fault that she isn't quite right anymore."
She rolls her eyes, "Her face is a little to stubborn for your taste, I guess." She laughs, "At least she's probably bright enough to know you'll break her heart in the end." Her head settles on his shoulder, "The really dumb ones always ended up in the store, crying. One or two even expected Father to 'do something'."
She looks at him, "He's dangerous because he is bigger and stronger than me and because I am no longer protected under the only rules he needs to follow."
She looks at him, "Sorry about that, it was good timing in that we were already over the Wall, but bad timing that it happened at all." Her voice growing quiet, almost shamed.
that was the mission Melilot says gravely.
Fiosa looks over at Melilot and maybe it was the tone, the seriousness, but the brown haired woman starts to chuckle, a wide smile growing. "I suppose it was."
When her laughing quiets, "I suppose I just need to learn to deal with the visions," she grabs a knife, slicing her palm. As the blood wells up, her hair starts to glow with a fiery hue, the wound heals, and the kitchen is washed in the light of a summer day for just a moment. "There were apparently gifts to balance the bad."
"Rules don't apply to everyone." She says with a shrug.
Gravlax frowns deeply at this. "They should," he says. "Bad things start to happen when they don't. Wrong things."
And then he blinks at Mathalen. "Wait -- he's only dangerous because he's bigger and stronger? That's it? He's just a bully?"
She shrugs, "And he mostly is a bully," she admits freely. "But a bully who has people who follow him, a cruel streak, and..." she pulls her lower lip into her mouth, gnawing at it for a moment while she thinks of what word she wants to use. "...it annoys him when something slips from being under his power."
A pause, "And I wasn't very good at being obedient when I was under his power." Her voice getting that same flatness that it had in the garden.
"Oh does he now," Cassian says. "Let me have a look at the guy and maybe I can figure it out."
"Break her heart? Can't imagine why anyone would ever let me get close enough."
The kid smiles, not a happy look for him at the moment, "And you'll teach me how to do the same?" Hope full in his tone.
She looks up at him, just a small, intentional, touch of petulant little sister in the set of her mouth. "The actress, with the black hair and blue eyes," just in case he needed clarification, "Said it was my fault that you were a reprobate."
"A bully with followers and a cruel streak?" Gravlax nods to himself. "Sounds like someone who needs a lesson."
Gravlax looks at Mathalen. "But not tonight."
"Sure."
"Reprobate, huh?" Cassian thinks back. "She was pretty. A bit of a... uh... you don't want to hear this."
Before the door is opened, Melilot quietly moves back until she is standing 35 feet away from Rev.
** spoiler omitted **
Rev shakes his head. "Seriously woman? I am not going to go out of my way to hit you with negative energy." He gives his brother a look and then turns to the task at hand.
Rev shakes his head. "Seriously woman? I am not going to go out of my way to hit you with negative energy." He gives his brother a look and then turns to the task at hand.
Melilot appears to be entirely baffled by this statement.
you were the one who just said that if it was a problem for me i should stay thirty feet away from you she points out. you said that like five seconds ago
AC:17
hp: 33
Fort:4 ref:4 will:2
initiative: trait & FT included
"Hello puppies. Time to go to sleep." Azhar attempts to move to a spot that he will be able to attack both hellhounds and a skeletal dog if possible. (priority on being able to attack 3 opponents)
to hit: Power Attack incl
dam: Power Attack inc.
other:
Cleave (if appropriate)
to hit: Power Attack incl
dam: Power Attack inc.
-2 AC if Cleaving
Cleaving Finish (if appropriate)
to hit: Power Attack incl
dam: Power Attack inc.
Azhar looks like he's trying to keep himself from laughing outright, "You know, she's got a point Rev." he drawls. "You did say that."
A pause, as if what he said really sunk in, "You have plans tonight?" Her voice slightly apologetic as she realizes that she never bothered to check before dragging him off.
Her blue eyes sparking with humor, "Would never be allowed to admit otherwise." Just the proper note of almost offended sensibilities mocked.
She shrugs, "Glad you have fond memories of her, she was not as fond of me." A pause, "She was quite pretty though."
Quiet, "I missed getting to spend time with you, Cass."
"You all seem to be really good at this," he says in there direction, "how in the world did anyone figure out the process? Do you have any idea?"
"Not any night. There are more people around at night to guard him."
"More people. More darkness. Probably not the smart answer. So let's think of a smart answer. Later."
Gravlax looks off into the middle distance briefly, then snaps back to the present. "No plans," Gravlax says. "What did you have in mind?"
He hands Janiven one of the healing potions he is carrying.
Janiven downs the potion handed to her. () "How many people can you not hurt?"
Azhar looks like he's trying to keep himself from laughing outright, "You know, she's got a point Rev." he drawls. "You did say that."
"We all heard it," says a grinning Cassian.
"I am pretty great," Cassian says.
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init
palaveen - cast bless (+1 morale to attack and damage)
init
hellhound1+2
init
hold (if needed) breathe fire
fire, again in
fire, again in
bone dogs attack. with everything if possible (claw, claw, bite)
init
; bone1
; bone1
; bone1
; bone2
; bone2
; bone2
* if the dogs go after pavaleen add bless att and dam
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actually Azhar, I said I cant exclude all of you and whoever is tougher than the rest is going to be included because of that. If someone would prefer to stay out of the area I can affect... well... that's their choice. But that doesn't mean I am going out of my way to injure our allies. In any case, I'm not here to argue."
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A pause, "As do most good stories."
She smiles, trying hard to pull herself back to who she is normally. Lacing her arm with his, "My plan is to get you home, safe and sound, before the sun sets."
"And SO modest." Trying hard for an acid tone and failing. Poking him lightly in the ribs.
A pause, a beat, "Azhar is chasing Amaya." Another pause and then, amused, "And me." She starts to chuckle, "And he asked me what kind of jewelry Amaya likes." Utterly amused by the straight forward approach of the large swordsman.
Initiative
If you haven't rolled for me already under spoiler for npcs... I guess Rev will touch attack for bleeding touch one of the puppies. Can he levitate up after?
I think its a plus 2 to hit... touch ac.
bleed
From the northern part of the room, everyone hears a formal stiff language which implies brimstone.
From her place all the way back at the wall, Melilot sends two stone into the hell hound puppy. There is a slight whimper of pain, quickly covered by a threatening growl from the blood-hungry beast.'
"Hello puppies. Time to go to sleep." Azhar moves to where he can attack the remaining hellhound and a skeletal dog. His heavy blade flashes out and strikes the fire-eyed pup, opening a deep slash.
The skeletal dogs slink forward, striking at Azhar with bone claws and teeth... mostly missing.
Cassian unslings his bow and sends an arrow at the visible hell puppy. The surprized animal now has a arrow sticking from it's pelt in addition to the hard pebble wounds. It is all too much and the puppy collapses to the ground.
Rev moves into the room up to the remaining pup, he touches the creature, whose skin splits open, gushing blood.
The hit point damage below has already taken Rev's fire resistance into account.
The injured hellhound, in pain, takes it's revenge, a cone of fire engulfing Azhar, Rev, and its collapsed friend. The downed pup is not harmed by the fire, Azhar, on the other hand, is. Rev... less so.
Janiven moves into the room, but with her back to a wall. She fires at the remaing hellhound, the shot true. Apparently hellhounds have a unknown vulnerability to arrows, because this dog falls as well.
Gravalax moves into the room, intending to attack one of the hellhounds with his black sword. With them fallen, he instead breaks several of the bones on one of the skeletal dogs.
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◊ = desk/bed/chair/something else (climbable for 'higher ground')
S = open 'secret' door in the stone wall
F = small dogs
B = bone dogs
Gravalax is standing over one of the fallen hellhounds
Rev is 10-feet up.
hellpup1 -26 down
hellpup2 -31 down
bone1 -4
bone 2
janiven -3
azhar -14
gravalax -7
melilot -5
rev -4
Acrobatics:
Just in case he gets an attack (all attack rolls are without flanking bonus)
Confirming the crit
Sneak attack
Which is Tarvi, even knowing how bad something is finding something positive.
He sighs. "I'm surrounded by imbeciles."
AC:17
hp: 33-5-9=19
Fort:4 ref:4 will:2
Perception: +2 FT incl, +2 FE:NO not incl
to hit: Power Attack incl
dam: Power Attack inc.
crit.conf.: Power Attack incl
add.dam: Power Attack inc.
other:
Cleave (if appropriate)
to hit: Power Attack incl
dam: Power Attack inc.
-2 AC if Cleaving
Cleaving Finish (if appropriate)
to hit: Power Attack incl
dam: Power Attack inc.
Azhar grunts, slices through bone, then looks northwards.
Perception:
To hit:
Damage: Bludgeoning
To hit:
Damage: Bludgeoning
Rapid Shot. Point Blank Shot is NOT included.
Text: Melilot takes a step into position and shoots two more pellets towards one of the skeletal dogs.
She smiles, trying hard to pull herself back to who she is normally. Lacing her arm with his, "My plan is to get you home, safe and sound, before the sun sets."
Gravlax's smile returns. "This? Is a fantastic plan. Let us be off."
And he sets off with Mathalen back to his apartment.
"Prayer to Mammon," Gravlax says quietly. "Came from the boxes."
Spellcraft
;
if invisible
bone dogs
; d1
; d1
; d1
; d2
; d2
; d2
palveen
spiritual weapon
;
move to mirror image
Again the hellish voice, this time producing two effects. First, a black mace that glows with a sickly reddish light appears next to Rev. The blow of the weapon is absorbed by the tiefling's armor. Second, two copies of the same person appear in the room. This one's devilish heritage is clear, the combination of long branching horns, pointed ears and unfortunate facial hair making him look... goatish. To top off such comparisons, his right foot is hoofed. "Just who came to beard the devil in his den?" His voice almost conversational.
Melilot takes a step into position and shoots two more pellets towards the skeletal dog near Gravalax. The first shot bounces off the bones without breaking any, the second is far more successful.
Azhar grunts, slices through the bones of both undead with a single blow, then looks northwards. Both of the dogs crumble to shards and dust.
Rev pulls his symbol, channeling healing.
Cassian heads for the newly not-invisible spellcaster, dropping his bow, and drawing his rapier. At the same moment Gravalax moves to the other side of the unholy cleric. Both men strike, Gravalax's blow a bit high, but distracting the horned tiefling enough that Cassian's rapier is quite vicious.
Janiven shoots, but the shot goes high, to her annoyance.
hellpup1 -26 down
hellpup2 -31 down
bone1 -20 destroyed
bone 2 -28 destroyed
janiven -3
azhar -14
gravalax -7
melilot -5
rev -4
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The ceiling is 15'.
◊ = desk/bed/chair/something else (climbable for 'higher ground')
S = open 'secret' door in the stone wall
F = small dogs (both unconscious)
B = bone dogs
P = goat-looking bad guy (assuming the bad part)
Cassian is standing over one of the fallen hellhounds
She gives him one more squeeze before she climbs back into the bed.
For the first part, Mathalen is still a little stiff, but her ease does return to her. Walking through the streets near his home, she askes quietly, curious, "Do you get along with your family?"
(Double move forward. Believe that will put me just in the doorway.)
Fiosa looks over at Melilot and maybe it was the tone, the seriousness, but the brown haired woman starts to chuckle, a wide smile growing. "I suppose it was."
When her laughing quiets, "I suppose I just need to learn to deal with the visions," she grabs a knife, slicing her palm. As the blood wells up, her hair starts to glow with a fiery hue, the wound heals, and the kitchen is washed in the light of a summer day for just a moment. "There were apparently gifts to balance the bad."
apparently
;
palveen
spirit weapon ;
move to double
5-foot out of flank, hold person on a human in melee
if needed concentration DC 19
Gravlax attacks the goat person with his black blade.
AC:17
hp: 33-5-9=19+3=22
Fort:4 ref:4 will:2
Azhar steps up diagonally 5' forward, unless goatman moves.
He slashes at the goatman (and probably hopes one of the images disappears).
"Does it really matter?" he replies, "your dogs are down and you are soon to follow."
to hit: Power Attack incl, +2 FE:NO not incl
dam: Power Attack inc, +2 FE:NO not incl
other:
Cleave (if appropriate)
to hit: Power Attack incl, +2 FE:NO not incl
dam: Power Attack inc, +2 FE:NO not incl
-2 AC if Cleaving
Cleaving Finish (if appropriate)
to hit: Power Attack incl, +2 FE:NO not incl
dam: Power Attack inc., +2 FE:NO not incl
Walking through the streets near his home, she asks quietly, curious, "Do you get along with your family?"
"Well enough," Gravlax says. "Most of them are even still alive."
Gravlax is quiet for a while. "Basically they're good people, stuck in the ancestral city. Only my sisters have gotten out. But I don't mind. I like Westcrown, for all that it has ..." Gravlax rolls his eyes at Mathalen. "...difficulties."