Feeling Damon about to surge up and out of their hiding spot, Kokam grabbed his arm....hard. She gets right up close to his ear, "What do you think you're doing, Damon. They are our distraction! So we can get in the Garrison and destroy the wardstone...they can take care of themselves!"
I hope... she thought to herself as the demon worm loomed over Onyx.
"Come, the guards are distracted by our friends...let's get inside!" she hissed, moving to go around the combat towards the entrance...
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Flinching at Kokam’s touch, Damon was shaken out of his tactical battle reaction to save his friend Onyx by her wise words. Gritting his teeth, Damon assessed the strategic situation, grunted a quick prayer for his friend, ”Iomedae protect you, Onyx,” and channeled his anxious energy into slinking towards the entrance with Kokam instead of rushing in to save his friend as he so devoutly wished to do.
OOC: I don't think I made it clear but I am waiting to see what you guys do to move this thing along.
Options include:
a) get involved with melee
b) wait until melee is over
c) try to sneak (or not) to the entrance and get in
d) other? some combination of above?
It sounds like the option so far is b) but let me know otherwise.
Questions?
Game on!
OOC: Ah yes, I see that now.
OK, we'll go with that unless I hear otherwise then.
Questions?
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Damon started to rise, along with Hallvardr's lust for battle, but both were held in check as Kokam, ever wise, halted the Paladin, both with a touch and valuable counsel. The viking sunk back down, remaining in place while his desires for combat strained against an unseen leash.
Die well Onyx, he muttered, sure that the Teifling was bound for the afterlife.
Let's not waste this then... lead on - how do we we use this to get on?
Flinching at Kokam’s touch, Damon was shaken out of his tactical battle reaction to save his friend Onyx by her wise words. Gritting his teeth, Damon assessed the strategic situation, grunted a quick prayer for his friend, ”Iomedae protect you, Onyx,” and channeled his anxious energy into slinking towards the entrance with Kokam instead of rushing in to save his friend as he so devoutly wished to do.
Rosscoe nods, "You heart is in the right. But you also honor their courage. They chose the hazard for us to gain the door. Plenty of foes will welcome us." He pulls his rapier, takes a few steps turns and continues walking backward, "Lets prepare our response to this welcome." He turns and runs following the others toward the objective.
"What? Its locked? . . . Well that should have been obvious." He looked at the small shutter. "Can we get to the shutter there. Kokam can you climb or are the big lads throwing me?"
We need a damn locksmith... no sure far I can throw you though, he growls.
OOC: whatever happened to picking the lock quietly?
Roscoe: did you forget that you could try to do that? You have the tools and the skills due to your background.
Questions?
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Stella followed along behind the others begrudgingly, unable to keep her eyes off the creatures, and her allies, that were forced to deal with them on their behalf. "This isn't right..." she said quietly to herself as she watched on in horror as the beings seemingly devolved into a host of worms. Vaguely hearing the comment about Roscoe, she instinctually reached her hand out and touched the gnome as she mumbled a quick prayer, for both Roscoe and the those fighting in front of them. Keeping her focus on the fight in front of them, she thought to herself, Screw the plan if this goes on for much longer...
OOC: I'd like to recap later today if possible...
INSPIRATION
In general (and in both my games), players are reluctant to use inspiration and I like to give inspiration. I'm going to modify the rule such that you can accumulate 'two inspirations' (but no more) so that you feel you can use one and save another for a 'rainy day' (that death save I have coming for you). :)
Remember that the best (only?) way to gain inspiration in my games is to show everyone that you're super involved in the game by writing up an awesome scene.
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OOC: Kokam? Roscoe?
Waiting one more day and then moving on...
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Kokam turned with worry towards the fight behind, her face going pale as the worm demon covered their friend. She turned to see Damon and Hallvadr start to help Roscoe up the wall, "Roscoe did you lose your tools...the ones in your left bracer? Quickly now, see if you can open this lock! "
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Damon led the way in and extended his senses into the building (using Divine Sense) as the others moved in. He gestured for the last one through to close the door behind them as he moved off to the east, recalling at least the initial part of the map sketched by the curator.
Idly wondering where Radiance had been displayed in the museum, he drew the glowing blade as he moved, keeping an eye and ear out for any trouble as he progressed along the route toward the stairway to the second level.
There was a visible sigh of relief on Stella's face as the Demon seemingly changed course and left the unconscious Onyx alone. With the creature vanquished by the paladin soon after, Stella entered the Fort knowing she could put her full effort and attention into the mission at hand.
As the group was about to move east, Stella quietly whispered to the others, "Should we make sure there's no one behind us?" as she pointed in the direction of the Westerly room.
"Well lets make a call. Which way from here."
OOC: your divine sense does not detect any celestial, fiend, or undead from the west room.
BTW, I'm assuming you're going 'slow' to keep quiet but let me know otherwise.
Questions?
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The Viking gave him a grim nod.
He had his spear poised, ready to throw at any foe that presented itself.
"Alright then...." Stella began as she looked back in the direction of the other room. After a few steps, Stella jumped and gasped quietly as she remembered something she wanted to do. "Everyone hold up a moment. I think I have something that might help us move about quietly Before anyone could respond, she closed her eyes and began to whisper words in Sylvan as a slight breeze seemed to pulse out of her. After few moments, 5 butterflies, a light blue hue shimmering slightly from each of them, seemed to disentangle themselves from her hair and fly towards each of the party; landing on each one of their shoulders before fading from view. "A little gift from Desna. she responded simply before giving Damon nod to continue on.
OOC: busy day and evening; intend to update tomorrow late morning/early afternoon.
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Kokam watched as Damon's prayers were answered and the heaving mass of worms ignored the hapless Onyx and moved away. Letting out the breath she hadn't noticed holding, she turned to the door and watched as Roscoe tried to pick the door....and tried...and tried again. She was almost at the point of trying to kick the door in when the click signaled the halfling's success.
Slipping past the door, Kokam spared a look back and was so glad see Onyx taken away by Lann and Irabeth.
She paused inside the door to grab Damon's hand, squeezing it silently , both in thanks for listening to her ( and apology for speaking harshly ) and for his prayer, likely saving Onyx.
Releasing Damon's hand, she murmured to herself at the defacement of the once beautiful frieze, shaking her head at the obvious beauty that had once shone forth. She resistde the urge to grab whatever was at hand and begin cleaning the defaced piece of art; knowing once the Demon was beaten back, it would be restored.
She nodded at Damon's comment to guard their back, and moves to the western entrance, peeking into that room to ensure none could surprise them.
Holding still she watched with a smile as Stella's beautiful butterfly landed on her arm, lightly touching the spot.
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butterfly magic for the win :)
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Looking back at Kokam before moving onto the next room, Damon paused a moment to see what she found before he continued.
Wise and compassionate," he thought with a small smile in her direction, amazed at the quality of his companions with whom he had been thrown together out of necessity--surely there must be a divine hand at work here in some way.
Kokam peeked around the corner and saw the tieflings at play, frowning at the blatant disregard for the remains of the fallen. Resisting the urge to leap into battle, she turned back....seeing Damon looking her way...with an odd little smile on his face.
The thought that the smile was for her brought a little flush to her face ,but she quickly remembered this was neither the time or place for such musings.
She held up four fingers, and made the shape of horns coming from her head, then pointed into the next room, pantomiming playing cards.
She then raised an eyebrow to her friends , as to what to do...the look on her face left no doubt as to her own very bloody thoughts on the matter...
Roscoe leans in, "I can buy you a few moments where they are focused on my and not on you. If they commit to the fight you might get the jump on them while they are wasting their time."
Something that looks exactly like Roscoe moves into the room casually swinging his rapier. The brazen halfling hops a nearby table, "Alright which of you do I stick first."
The real Roscoe whispers, "When they take the bait that's when y'all rush."
Stella was ready to charge in after the others once the signal was given to move in.
Kokam made eye contact with each of her friends and nodded, then waited for Roscoe's signal...
Thats a great trick..., the Viking muttered in approval.
His fingers then weave into a pattern as he chants for protection.
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TIEFLINGS HAVE DISADVANTAGE DUE TO DISTRACTION
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Damon strode into the room behind the closest Tiefling and spun the cultist around in his chair, saying, "You think helping demons slaughter citizens of my city is funny? Let me show you the error of your ways!" Staring at the enemy, Damon stabbed powerfully at the cultist's chest with his glowing sword.
His reluctance to strike an enemy dishonorably cost Damon, as the tiefling twisted just enough for the sword to glance off his armor and punch through the chair behind him. Damon settled back into a defensive stance as his companions came pouring into the room to provide--hopefully--more effective combat support than his own.
Kokam surged into the room, angling towards on of them that was still sitting....
Her spear delivers a solid blow to the seated demon-worshipper, almost pinning him to the seat. The kick she attempted, however, seemed to hurt the chair more than the tiefling...