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"While that value makes my heart sing. I can't imagine we will find many shops in this maze. Not even speaking of the fact that value here may be as twisted as everything else we found. It would not surprise me to learn that gold is worthless, but dung is worth its weight in diamonds."
Apparently both posts in this game, and my post in my other games all got eaten. I tried to let you guys know I would be unable to post for a couple weeks due to a sudden incident at work. I will try to catch up and post today.
"We found a device that could be our escape, were it not damage."
"There are two spirits, recently returned to the great beyond that would disagree with that statement." Ashlyn responds to Tenchi with a playful sweetness in her voice. "But, I must agree, we are unharmed." "What of you Vehemence?" Ashlyn moves close to the godling. She guides her hands up his chest, then dances her tender touch lightly down his arms. "You seem uninjured from your time in captivity, but wounds can be hidden."
Ashlyn is caught, lost in thought at the couple's kiss, stolen by time. "I wonder." She finally says, "Do you think, if they completed their kiss. The wedding would end?" "Riven, you seem to understand this better than any of us. Do you believe someone moving purposefully could push one into the other before the magic stopped them?" "If someone was stopped, and we had, say a rope tied around them. Would time continue once they were pulled away from the couple?"
Spotting the creature, Ashlyn will respond quickly, as she quietly moves against the wall behind whatever cover she can find doing her best to avoid the direction the specter is going. "There is no need to provoke it. It does not seem to have noticed us. Let us away and avoid unnecessary bloodshed.
Sorry for the delay in posting. I've had a very very busy last couple of weeks. My life should be back to normal now.
Ashlyn has remained oddly quiet as they stroll through the undead corpses. Her breath catches and tears form as the horror grows seeing the corpses of children. Even as her comrades move to fight the boy, she can't bring herself to attack child. Once the battle is through, she squeezes the hand of the ghost boy, kneeling down. "Can you take us to whatever else needs to be done to set you free?"
Got called away very last minute on business. I will not be able to post reliably until the 5th. Sorry for the inconvenience.
Checking in when I can.
Ashlyn gives a respectful bow to the Chameleon women. "You have my thanks. We do not possess the ability to incapacitate our taken allies. Please, retreat now, that these creatures not take over your abilities and leave us unable to restrain you." Ashlyn gathers the weave into a small dart of fire and launches it at the closest ghost.
Ashlyn watches on as the weak willed men are overcome by the specters. She bites her lip, contemplating what to do. Considering each of her practiced spells, and finding each lacking for this situation. With a huff she does nothing further.
As the creature tries to press into Ashlyn, she can feel it reaching into her. But her defiant spirit is more than enough to repel the creature. Still, it was unsettling and she did not wish to experience it again. She quickly disengaged moving back behind the wall of defenders.
On a business trip this week. Not sure how much I'll be able to post. Please bot me if necessary.
Ashlyn nods stepping forward, the boys hand still gripped in hers. She brushes out her party dress, freshly repaired this morning. "Were you not built with eyes? Or, do you dare to speak Ill of Sir Wort in front of him. He stands here with us. Are you daring to say that he is so without honor that he would allow his name to be used in a lie right in front of him and say nothing? Who created you, that we may tell the Lady Sophronia of the insult his creation just laid against her family."
Ashlyn had no intention of working for Lady Capella, but she offered peace and peace was granted. In her book, she paid the cost of her information. She moves forward again with a skip in her step humming to herself. She is absolutely beaming with self-confidence after how this day has gone thus far. She takes the boys hand once more and follows along.
DM only: Since I don't think this is going to stop. The negamancer's ability, would it be subject to my counterspell.
In the loudest, booming voice she can muster she calls out to her companions over the roar of combat. "Everyone stop! We drew weapons against him first. It is our obligation to halt first as a show of good faith."
Ashlyn smiles at Lady Capilla. "I do not believe you have an objective view of the situation. Though, it does seem, based off his last order, that you may be correct." Ashlyn turns her attention to the Negamancer, as she twists the weave inwardly, creating three duplicates of herself. The chior of Ashlyn's calling out to him. "Good ?Morning? sir. I have no personal quarrel with you. But I must ask you to end your war with the Lady Capilla. This world is few of friends, and I would prefer we have peace with both of you than pointless ongoing aggression. Please, let us cease this conflict and speak reasonably to one another. Surely we can find a compromise we are all happy with."
Ashlyn is digging though her bag comparing items in her mind against her opinion of the value of the information. She lifts her perfume bottle, then glances at the woman, sighing and replacing it. Then she pulls her most valuable possession, her ace in the hole; this information isn't worth that. She carefully replaces the tightly wrapped bundle. Then the creatures came barging in assaulting her debtor. A sly smirk crossing her face then quickly stifled. "It would seem you are in need of capable warriors. I offer you peace with them, either through words or action. Would you find that an acceptable trade for the words you have given?"
"I wish to ask a question. But what I offer will depend on what you can tell me." Ashlyn intercedes having an idea. "?Yesterday? Or at least what seemed like yesterday from my perspective, we met a creature who called himself 'Carnifex'. I would like to know which of these questions you could reliably answer. What do you know of him? How does his power work? What is it he desires? How can we gain his allegiance, rather than animosity, and if we can not, how can his powers be prevented if possible?"
I have to say I am very lucky to say our state passed a law stating that all government agencies must offer some form of compensation for overtime. So, we don't get paid over 40 hours, but we do earn vacation hours on a 1 to 1 basis for everything over. It is really wonderful when you get stuck on a case and work 100+ hours to walk away with 60+ hours of vacation time to recuperate.
Ashlyn's ears perk up at Riven's comment about clothing. "Women's clothing? Where have you been hiding those?"
Once she realizes the power of the box the found, she is quick to fret its sale. She would greatly prefer to keep such things out of the hands of her demon master. It did not appear that Riven was considering selling it, so she does not put her concerns to voice just yet. DM: Your post says "some of the buttons." Can we tell which buttons do work? If yes, can we tell where those buttons would lead?
Ashlyn shrugs also to Thratch's question. "I've never heard of half the things in this place. I'm starting to believe it is a world of questions without answers."
Ashlyn will release the boys hand for a moment. "Just a second dear." She focuses her attention forward and gathers the weave into a flame then splits it. Launching orbs of fire at each of the statues.
Ashlyn will watch the burning vines to ensure they are no longer moving. "As much as I love watching your manly displays of strength. I do grow tired of the constant interruptions. At least Carnifex was entertaining."
Ashlyn realized she was so distracted with last nights activities. She never reactivated her shielding enchantment. She quickly twists the weave into a barrier around her.
I've never gotten summoned for jury duty. I always wanted to do it at least once. Unfortunately, now that I work in law enforcement, I'll be dismissed from any criminal case, and I do not ever want to be a juror on a civil case.
Ashlyn dashes ahead, motherly taking the boys hand in hers. Attero: She playfully catches his hands before he can remove her dress, redirecting him to her hips. "You misinterpret restraint, for reluctance. The act you speak of is just one of many pleasures." She expertly lowers his trousers. Then she slowly climbs into his lap, pressing her still covered backside into him. Her body dancing on him as she begins a story. "Two men are invited to a gallery. The first sprinted through the halls and found the exit an hour later. The second examined each work of art. Taking in its color, its strokes, its content, and its meaning. He left the gallery days later." Her body purposefully grinding against his, drawing him close to finish. Ensuring that both he, and her tale end together. "Both can say they saw the gallery. True. But which would you rather be?" She allows him to enjoy the bliss of his gratification before reaching back pressing a soft kiss to his cheek again. "I'm sure we will have more than enough time to find even more enjoyment." Lifting herself up from him, she smiles down at him. "This really was wonderful Attero. Thank you, it truly was so sweet of you." She will quietly return to camp. Leaving Attero alone to clean himself, and his picnic.
Attero:
Ashlyn drinks in his every work, melting into his arms. Every song of praise rewarded by her soft, teasing touch. Her well practiced movements are tantalizing. As each touch seems to linger just beyond the edge of what he truly wants, leaving him longing for more. Each and every action she performs a calculated precise contact intent on equal parts pleasure and frustration. Never so frustrating that it draws his ire, but never so pleasurable that he is not left longing for more. As the men move to fix her dress, Ashlyn will glance over to her shoulder to the rest of the party. "I'm not fool enough to ask you not to peek. But, do try not to stare." There is a playful teasing to her words, and not even the slightest hint of shame. Then makes a show of slipping free from the garment, letting it drop. Never turning from facing away, she takes a step back, pending at her waist, far more dramatically than necessary to retrieve the dress from the floor. Offering it to the men and letting her tailors do their work. Upon completion she will redress, and return to the others. Discreetly watching to see how each man behaves after her display. Interest, uncomfortable, bashful. She loved watching to see how differently people would react to such things. "I have met the ghost boy before. He was able to pull me through shadows to another part of the maze. It was how I discovered the wedding before when we first split up. I tried everything I could to get him to show me what he wanted. But, he just brought me to an empty room and stared."
Attero:
Ashlyn sips the broth slowly as she listens to his tale. The whole of her posture exuding attentiveness. As she finishes the bowl, she lays it gently on the blanket. Neither daring, nor wishing to interrupt his story, she slides over to him. She rests her head upon his chest as she lays against him. Her hand lifting to brush the hair from her face, then falls to his chest. Her long nails scratch idly on his chest, exploring his physique mindlessly. Her finger finds his abs, tracing downward, building the anticipation as he tale builds in excitement. Then, as she reaches his waist, her hand falls to his thigh as though she forgot where she was going with it. "You have already rescued me on more than one occasion." she purrs into him, squeezing his leg with enthusiasm. She sit up slightly as he turns the conversation to her. "Me? My magic is a part of me. As natural as any other gift." "Must I live a certain life, just because I have a talent. Should every man strong of body go to war? Or could they put their gifts to a farm if that was their pleasure?" Her tone shifts to be playfully hurt. "Unless you have reason to think I should not perform. Am I not pretty enough to draw a crowd? Do I not excite you?" She knows full well her teasing will fluster him, and after he has suitably complimented her. She only replies to his embarrassment with a soft giggle and presses another kiss to his cheek to silence his stammering. Riven:
Ashlyn is surprised at Riven's unexpected gift. "Oh, Riven, that is so sweet!" She wraps her arms around his neck pressing her warmth against him, letting the hug linger. Ashlyn is concerned when the large group appears, but as Moq seems to know them, her guards drops some. Her eyes light up when they offer him clothes seemingly free of charge and approaches them as well. "Excuse me," she offers a soft wave. "Hello. As you can see my dress is in quite a bit of disrepair. The bottom drug in the sewer, and it has been battered in a few battles. Would you be capable of repairing it?
Ashlyn eyes sparkle at the chance to dance again. She gladly takes Moq's hand. She slides in close letting her body press to his. She relaxes into him, giving the sense of complete and utter trust. She remains vigilant to let him lead. There was a harshness to his movements, but she was more than agile enough to float with him. Her movements forcing him to remain vigilant. She knows him a practiced warrior, and plays on it. She kept him constantly alert, eyes scanning the floor for obstacles, and constantly aware of what is happening in his arms. No matter what style of dance he attempts to work her in. She converts it into a sensual display. Her movements working equally to arouse her partner, and entice any onlookers. Though her entire display, that most would find a hedonist display of lewdness. It is obvious she is still restraining herself from lavish performances she is accustomed to making. Attero: She was truly surprised at the display, her heart swooning at the revelation that he would abstain for his own nourishment just for her. "Oh, Attero. I don't know what to say. This is, wonderful." She sets the stew down, before taking even one sip. Her hand reaches over resting on his. She crawls up onto her knees. She closes the distance between them slowly, unaware, or unconcerned with the plunging neckline of her dress. Her cleavage blossoming from her undergarment. When she finds her target, her lips brush his cheek. Then she slides forward pressing her lips to his. The sweet taste of fresh fruit floods his senses. Her practiced kiss only serving to instill even greater desire in him. Then, as quickly as it came, it is withdrawn. She offers one more squeeze of her hand on his, before retaking her seat. "There is quite the man hidden under all that armor Mr. Dominatus." She emphasizes his name playfully for effect. "But, if we are to remain friends. You will need to call me Ashlyn." "My life before was certainly more relaxed. I was a performer, of sorts, building a business. Though, I do not expect to go back." She takes the tin cup up in her hands again, holding the warm broth between her breasts letting the warmth flow through her. Then lifts it to her lips, sensually wrapping them around his cup and gently sips the broth from it. Each movement accentuated for effect, serving as a wonderful distraction from her answer to his question.
"It is no lute, but I do have a flute you're more than welcome to play. " She smiles as they're finally seeming to drop their guard, if even a little. "Now that we have music, are one of you man enough to dance with me? Or will I have to put on a show?" Attero: Long after the festivities have settled. She slowly awakens to his touch. Her body shifts, brushing her dress out as she sits up. Her eyes are still adjusting to being awake, as she tries to mask a soft yawn. She offers him a gentle smile and crawls into his arms rather than take his hand. Letting him carry her wherever he wishes. Slowly wrapping her arms around his neck, she leans in finding his ear and whispers, "You smell nice."
It is my understanding that we are taking the time to roleplay out a long rest knowing it will be uninterrupted.
Ashlyn can't help but love Tratch's lighthearted nature. Everyone else in this group is so stoic. Each and everyone of them overthinking every action. She would honestly go mad without the halfling's easygoingness. "He's back. That is cause to celebrate. We can deal with promises tomorrow. I mean it! Each and every one of you is going to do something fun, or I will not let you sleep. Dance, sing, share a story, play an instrument. Play some cards for gods sake. But we have some good news for once. One of us got out. We're all back together again. So let's have some fun."
Ashlyn lights up seeing Thratch. She rushes away from her guards and scoops the halfling up, spinning him around. "You're back! Where did they take you? Are you ok? How did you get back? What happened? Tell me everything? Did you meet anyone new? Did you find something interesting?" She floods his with questions so fast, he can hardly follow, but the expression of joy at having him back is obvious.
+6 hit points (new total 32)
DM only:
Ashlyn smiles lightly at him. She truly respected his command of power, his presence, even his quirks. Doing her best to imitate Carifax's speech she says, "You may call me Ashlyn, if that's your inclination. I would love to stay and chat, but I really have to run. But as you go I hope you know I bear you no ill will. I would much prefer fun with you, than that threat fulfill."
She gives a fond farewell of a wave as he chooses to swim away, then quickly follows the rest her guardians in tow.
Ashlyn seems unfazed by the creatures leering. If anything, she is subtly encouraging it. Offering him a sly smile. "Well thank you. I was beginning to wonder if this worlds concept of beauty was as twisted as half the residents we've encountered thus far." She slowly glides across the room after the rest of the group. She lets the others pass into the next hall but lingers in the room. "Truly, I appreciate the complement. But, as I informed your friends. You are not to touch without permission." She motions to the two burning corpses of the creatures that grappled her. "Though, I will show mercy for the compliment." Her eyes turn deadly serious, "But know this creature, ......"
She subtly gestures with her hands, before magic missiles spring from her towards Carnifex. Perception DC 23:
Ashlyn subtle slips her wand of magic missile into her hand, activating the magic within, since she seems unable to sense the weave for the moment.
As soon as the bolts strike him, she will quickly turn and flee the room. Glancing back to give him a flirting wink as she does.
With Tenchi free, and his sword, returned. Ashlyn steps back to the rooms doorway, just in time to hear, "My mechanical friend, as my voice booms, you shan't use a sword again, while you remain in this room!" She cocks a wicked grin, before taunting the creature back. "Is that so? Well, you may take his sword. But I know you cannot take my magic!" She focuses the weave, swirling and shaping it into a ball of fire floating above her hand. Then using her other hand, she rips the ball in two, as each piece grows back to the original's size. The swiling flame's light dances on her face as she revels in the power she holds. Then, she finds her targets, hurling balls of flame at two of the beasts.
Ashlyn nods at Tenchi's request. "It remains free for you to use, should you find the need." then tucks the vial back between her breasts. She is growing to wish they had the opportunity to change before becoming trapped here. A formal party dress is less the comfortably in these situations. No to mention the lack of pockets.
As Tenchi tears himself free, Ashlyn lowers her head in a bow, and offers him his sword back. "You have my thanks. If I may trouble you for a moment more. Please take and drink this before you enter the fray."
Sad to see you go. It was a pleasure.
Ashlyn drops her eyes, as Tenchi ignores her words. She continues to attempt to cut him free in silence.
Ashlyn gags at the overwhelming stench of blood. She tries to reign her stomach in as it lurches into her chest. She quickly covers her nose with her dress's sleeve. She finally has a chance to take in the situation, and notices for the first time that Tenchi has not entered the battle because he is tied up. She rushes over to him (and thankfully away from the smell), seeing him struggling to reach his sword. She pauses before him, her body and tone shifting to a quiet submissive woman. She bows before him with respect before speaking, "Sir, I have but a dagger. Would you allow me to use your blade to free you? I wish that you may have vengeance against those that would bind you, in honorable combat." Assuming he agrees:
She lifts her head only enough to take his blade, pulling it free from it's sheath. It is large and unwieldy in her untrained hands. Rather than try to slice the blades and risk harming him, she instead uses it's sharpness to slowly cut the restraints. Her cuts are strategic to weaken them enough that Tenchi's own strength can burst through them.
Assuming he says no: She bows again, "I understand your desire to not dishonor your blade in the hands of a non-warrior. You are a man of great honor, and I would not besmirch it." She draws her dagger out, and attempts to cut the restraints in strategic locations to allow his own strength to break him free.
The creatures both fly off her, Ashlyn lingering in the air for just a moment, by the force of her spell. Then she gently lands on one foot, spinning with a dancer's grace, and proceeds back out of the room.
Ashlyn is shocked when the creatures remain holding her even in the face of her magic. But she doesn't let up, the rumbling of thunder continuing to roar from her body as she focuses another burst of magic out from her body. Strengthening her resolve. "You...will...release...me!!!" she yells, her voice echoing over the peal of thunder radiating from her.
We're I not restrained, I would love to.
I think Riven is right, unless they just decided being close to me was enough to keep then content. Which, lets be honest, isn't an unreasonable assumption. ;)
Quick clarification, doesn't thunder wave only do a 15 foot cube next to the caster, not 15 foot emanation in all directions? My understanding was that yes, what you're describing is how cubes usually work. But, Thunder Wave the spell itself says quite specifically that the blast emanates "from you", twice. The area effect is "Self" (15' Cube). In 5E, Specific always trumps General. Thus, the spell emanates from the caster, based off the spell describes. I did realize while double checking that I was wrong on its range. The 15 feet describes its length, and it is centered on me. So when I said anyone withing 15 feet of Ashlyn was wrong. It should be anyone within 5' of her.
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