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Cloudrunner was not interested in a large portion of the treasure, and only took a modest amount. After he returned to duty among the jaguar warriors, the ghost child's words keep echoing to him. He could not stand to leave anyone behind - whether restless child spirit or foes undefeated. He gathered up a team of other jaguar warriors and returned. They fought bravely and under Cloud's leadership, managed to secure to the lost tomb and surrounding area. Now safe for others, engineers and priests repaired and purified what they could, and the jaguar warriors created an outpost nearby.

Cloud continued a long career in service as a warrior for his people - driving off invaders, and clearing out other forgotten ruins (but always still cursing those blasted traps!). As his sword arm began to slow, and new recruits he trained were now commanders in their own right, Cloud reluctantly decided it was time to step back.

Retiring to that remote outpost, an aging Cloudrunner kept watch over Lost Tamoachan, telling wild tales to any who would listen of the time he fought off 12 evil copies of himself, or the brave dwarf who could have been a queen but turned it down to help her friends, the winged elf who held off an evil... undead... really, really tall god while we destroyed it's bloodcovered... burning altar! And of the fellow tabaxi who bravely charged ahead into every trap with his deft hands saved our lives from the vilest, most hateful, really friggin' annoying traps every devised by any being living or dead.

Hey, it costs me nothing extra and you put up with me in a few games now despite my erratic posting habits! (Not to mention those games being the most reliable and consistent I’ve played in here!)

Thank you for the fun game!

"Excellent work, all!"

Cloud eyes the treasure warily, "But I still don't trust it."

Dodging out of the way her grab, Cloud involuntarily lets out a little yelp. Feeling the blessings of a dwarf deity is odd, yet still energizing, giving him the boost to continue his attack.

Macuahuitl attack: 1d20 + 7 + 1d4 ⇒ (6) + 7 + (4) = 17
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Macuahuitl extra attack: 1d20 + 7 + 1d4 ⇒ (10) + 7 + (4) = 21
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

Wow, both of my normal hits did better than that pitiful critical!

Cloud smiles and says, "Let's get you all the way dead!" Charging at her, he swings his macuahuitl without abandon.

Macuahuitl attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Macuahuitl extra attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27 Crit!
Damage with crit: 2d8 + 4 ⇒ (1, 1) + 4 = 6

A little off balance at first, but gaining a better footing on his next strike. He always was rather big and awkward for a tabaxi and lacking their typical grace when running.

And Protection fighting style - so first attack that doesn't include me against ally within 5 feet of me is at disadvantage.

Cloud looks pensive, "Um... I don't know. That seems like, you know, desecration or something. This was someone's deep religious - " Then he bursts out laughing.

"I'm joking! I'll gladly beat the spirits out of whatever god they worshiped in this accursed place!" He then will try to smash the thing to oblivion with the feroicty of a tiger-man need serious therapeutic smashing.

Macuahuitl Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
Macuahuitl Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Macuahuitl Extra Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12
Macuahuitl Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

With those rolls, maybe his issues aren't with the altar, but with himself.

Cloud alternates chuckling at Katra scooting and wincing at the scraping noise. He places one foot on the beam, ready to cross and then pauses...

"You know, it would be just like this place if I fell and died here. *sigh* But a jaguar warrior knows no fear!" and then he tries tip toeing across shrugging his shoulders and face up in fear.

Dex Acrobatics: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13

Cloud does his best to pay attention to what Pisco points out, and if everyone looks ready, he flips the lever upward - ready to flip it back down if Very Bad Things happen.

Str check: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Str check Adv: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13

Cloud sees them pass safely through, chuckling a bit at Pisco crawling past. He slaps his arms, beefing himself up, and steps confidently out into the whirlwind to power through and... starts to get knocked over before grabbing onto Katra’s rope and barely making it through.

His eyes are wide and his fur is puffed up and blown every which way. ”Heh... that was... uh... caught me of guard. Thanks.”

Cloud looks over the crank. ”I’m sure nothing bad will happen if we turn that. It’ll be fine.” His shoulders slump with a sigh. ”Yeah... fine.” He grips his sword tighter and prepares himself for the next terrible thing. ”So who wants to try this one?”

If we tried anything to like locking arms to move past as a mass or crawling on our bellies, would it get advantage or anything?

I figured he probably dropped his sword to try to grab the scepter, so gonna get the claws out!

Cloudrunner growls and swipes his claws at the Katra-statue, then planting his feet, he rams into her/it with his shield trying to knock it back.

Claw attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
Claw damage: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Savage Attacker feat damage re-roll: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Claw extra attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
Claw damage: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Bonus action Shove 5 feet from Shield Master feat because I remembered to read my character sheet. :)
Shove - Str (Athletics): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

"Somebody take the scepter!"

Then Protection fighting style if that helps anything. First attack on anyone within 5 feet of me is at disadvantage.

”Enough with this place! You! Can! Not! Take! My! FRIEND!!!”

Str Athletics: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
Noooo!!!!!!

Can I Action Surge to take an extra action this round?

"Ah... so the statue copied you! Just like I am a copy of the original Cloudrunner. Just kidding!"

As she starts to turn to stone and the statue come to life, Cloudrunner yells, "No!! Another trap with another evil doppleganger! Someone help her!" He then starts trying to wrest the scepter from her grasp.

Cloud’s jaw drops open, ”Katra, What?? I knew you were impressive, especially for a dwarf, but... who are you?!”

Secret door! Nothing bad ever happens from those.

If it was interesting, it wouldn’t still be secret tho, right? ;) Just kidding, I’m fine with secret door, too!

Sounds good! I also get my Action Surge back.

4 Hit die of healing: 4d10 ⇒ (6, 1, 2, 9) = 18

Cloudrunner sits down and leans back on one of the centaur mummy remains and promptly falls asleep, snoring away until roused an hour later. He picks bits of bandage and small bundles of dried centaur organs out of his fur and then stretches in a distinctly feline way.

"Alright, I feel a lot better. Thanks! Let's go!" Gripping his sword, he starts to walk down the hallway but stops.

"Hey, Pisco! There any traps up here? Or do we look clear?"

Cloud shrugs, "Been better, but nothing I can't handle. Nice work everyone. Those things were... rather extra ugly."

I'm not quite to half hp, but close. So I'm fine for now if we want to ration healing, or I still have a Second Wind if I get hit too bad in our next scuffle.

Nice reference! "You ok?" "I'm a long f*&#ing way from ok."

"Lidras! No - oh, nice work, Katra! Now, let's finish this!!" Cloud growls as he spins back to attack the other.

Sword attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Sword extra attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

Also, Protection fighting style up so first attack against someone other than Cloud is at disadvantage. *sheepish grin* Sorry for forgetting that before, Lidras. :)

Cloud, uncomfortable with the disturbing glowing eyes, spins away from the first one to attack the second. Looks like he can attack the second without triggering an AoO, I think.

"Lidras, let's see if we can finish this horror off before they get the other one, eh?"

Sword attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
Sword extra attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Wis save: 1d20 ⇒ 12

Yikes! Close!

As the centaur mummies come to life, Cloud smiles at the one in front of him. He drags the obsidian shards across the creature’s neck, and then follows up with a mighty swing at its torso.

Sword attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Sword extra attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26 Crit!
Damage: 2d8 + 4 ⇒ (1, 6) + 4 = 11

Cloud pokes at the treasures with his sword a bit, just sort of digging around and shrugs.

After Lidras's comment, Cloud lifts his sword to the neck of one of the centaurs - ready to try lopping off it's head. He glances over his shoulder at the others with a raised eyebrow to see if anyone has any objections.

You got a crit. Even if you roll a 1, you've done 6 damage. Congratulations. :)

Thanks! I just glanced at the final result and forgot to check the roll. As much as Cloud loves his sword, maybe he might need to throw an axe more often. :)

Cloud grunts, trying to get a clear view of the spider. He then pulls out a handaxe and tries throwing it at the beast, "Katra, watch out! Incoming axe."

Handaxe attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
Handaxe damage: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (2, 1) + 3 = 6 Yay for crits! (First roll left it with 1 hp before I realized I critted.

Cloudrunner has vague memories from religious classes as a child that there's something familiar about this creature, but he never paid much attention back then. So he bows, but keeps his sword ready trying to remember if it was a good or bad thing or if he is just making that up.

Hearing it's response, he let's out his held breath. "Thank you or you're welcome... or both, I guess. Go now and be free!"

"Excellent work! Now, let's finish this!" Cloud growls, twirls his sword and tries to powerful upper cuts at the creature... but is unable to pierce it's armor. "Or... not. Grrr..."

Macuahuitl attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16
Damage:: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Macuahuitl extra attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Consistent at least!

And continuing Protection fighting style

"Ha! I knew there would be something to fight! Maybe I don't hate this place so much after all!" Cloud rushes around and up the stairs to confront the armored thing.

I also knew I shouldn't have burned through my Action Surge, but he wanted to totally dominate that feathered fella. :)

Macuahuitl attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Macuahuitl extra attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

I also uses my Protection fighting style to give disadvantage on it's first attack on anyone within 5 feet of me (likely Katra).

Cloudrunner tenses up, ready to strike - but blinks and sees Katra staring at him. He rubs his meow-box, "Thank you, Katra. I might have lost myself in my revels in there, but," he puffs up his chest proudly, "I defeated the warrior inside the freaky mirror that isn't a mirror. I do not know what deadly trap he had in store for us, but we are safe from it."

Following the others and still pleased with himself, Cloud listens to Lidras and nods solemnly. "Yes, we should be careful, it must be very dangerous. Perhaps I should see if there is something inside of it to fight and easily defeat... again." Cloud draws his sword and slowly starts to reach for the crystal... but will certainly stop if anyone wisely tells him to. :)

Cloud smiles, thinking he has the upper hand, and with a growl unleashes furious strikes upon the feathered warrior.

Macuahuitl attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Macuahuitl extra attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

Action surge to get 2 Attack actions.

Macuahuitl attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26 Crit!
Damage: 2d8 + 4 ⇒ (4, 7) + 4 = 15

Macuahuitl extra attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Wis save: 1d20 ⇒ 13

"Yes! A worthy foe! I take back some of my hatred for this place... some."

As Cloud twists out of the way of the attack, he spins and slashes at the warrior, then putting his strength into stopping his momentum and swinging his sword back for a second strike. All the while, he examines this warrior, sizing up his technique.

Macuahuitl attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Macuahuitl extra attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

Wis save: 1d20 ⇒ 11

"Excellent work, Lidras!"

With Cloud's negative bonus to Arcana, random guessing might be better than letting him try to figure it out. :)

Approaching the other door and mirror, Cloud stops and looks at the feathered person. "Ah, looks like a kindred warrior!" Then in a mocking tone (since, of course, it's just an illusion, Cloud thinks), he says to the humanoid figure, "So, how long have you been trapped in there, friend? Must get boring staring at the wall all day! Haha!"

Cloud shields his eyes from Katra’s holy fire and mutters under his breath, ”Coins that are really killer mold? Gods, I hate this place.”

Cloud is fine with either door, but if he has to pick, he’d go with the door away from the former pile of mold coins.

Thanks for bottling me. Holiday hecticness on top of visiting in-laws with iffy internet. Will try to check a couple/few times today and tomorrow until back home tomorrow night.

Cloud looks at the disturbing remains with disgust. ”Not sure I trust these things not to... whatever they do at us again. But this room does look like a secure space if you need a little time, Lidras.”

Str Save DC 15: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

Shivering from the cold, Cloud nods his thanks at Katra. Then mumbles under his breath, "Grrr... I'm getting very tired of this place."

As Lidras drops out of the chute attacking, Cloud hurries towards the hill, very ready and willing to kill something - but promptly finds himself knocked back. Laying on the ground, Cloud curses his fate.

Hmm, Cloud can you describe your armor in as much detail as possible please? :)

Umm... no? I'm scared. :)

I guess I picture it like the jaguar knight with animal fur but not like the traditional fur onesie. Given his own fur, and the chain mail, and the jungle climate, he's probably all about layers and being able to open it up and let it breathe some.

So on top is probably more of a chain mail short coat that he can open in the front, and ends at likely his elbows that then has jaguar fur stretched over that. It would only be waist length to allow air flow. Waist down, probably the jaguar fur again stretched over the chain mail, likely with some basic loose pant underneath. So he tries to look the jaguar knight part, but being a big burly cat-man already, has a somewhat modified version, especially on top with the open jacket.

Oh, plus his shield and boots, I think covers it. Likely barehanded, which is risky in a trap-filled place like this. :) That work well enough?

The magic sword is ideal for Cloud. Other than that, he doesn't need anything. He's will hold onto an item from any that no one wants, just in case it comes in handy. But overall, he just likes his sword.

Cloudrunner walks around the southern side of the diorama, hurming and nodding his head studying it, as if it should all mean something, but unfortunately does not. He will walk past Pisco, ignoring him for the moment.

He looks at the door, and seeing it barred, turns back to the diorama. "Do any of you see anything that might trigger the door opening?" Then he studies the Eastern side (icy, I believe), for what little he is able to given his general lack of skill in searching for clues.

Investigation: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (9) - 1 = 8

Reinvigorated both from the fresh air and a nice, obvious monster to slay, Cloud says "Now, THIS is something I know how to handle." He twirls his sword and then charges in to attack!

Presuming I can get to it to attack this round - using Feline Agility to double speed if necessary

Sword attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23
Sword damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Sword extra attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
Sword damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Cloud will also use his Protection Fighting Style to impose disadvantage on the creature's next attack that does not include him.

Cloudrunner makes sure everyone gets into the fresh air before he enters. Even so, he can't help but take a deep, refreshing breath and savor it. But his attention turns back to the baboons, with his sword ready. "Be careful, they can be very territorial." Pointing to the baboon corpses, he says, "They have either been trapped long enough to eat their own kind, or... there's something else in here. Either way, don't be too distracted by the fresh air until we know if it's safe."

Hearing Katra's comment, one of the Cloudrunners says, "Katra, wait!! Before you beat us unconscious... I have a question for this impostor. If you are a true jaguar warrior and the real Cloudrunner - will you help these others safely return home? Two jaguar warriors will be no match for any threat down here."

After they have both been tied up, one of the Cloudrunners growls at the other, "So who are you and why are you doing this? They will soon find discover which of us is false and you won't draw breath for long after that unless you confess now and explain yourself!"

Intimidate (Cha): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

"What sort of trickery is this?!!" One of the Cloudrunners growls in frustration as he moves around the other. He swings at him with his sword and then tries grabbing the other and shoving him into the fire growling in rage the entire time. "I am tired of this wretched place!!"

Unfortunately, his rage at this latest affront is too much and he swings around uselessly.

Longsword attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
Longsword damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Extra attack, shove action: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8 vs Athletics (+6 if same stats) or Acrobatics (+2)

”Bah! I have no patience for such bizarre markings. Let’s try that bronze door then!”

Cloud glances at the symbols, but is likely worse than someone randomly guessing and instead approaches the bronze door. He goes with the will of the group and will wait for their response before opening it.

Arcana: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (18) - 1 = 17

Although, maybe something about the symbols catches his eye like a lowly servant at an academy who can see the solution to a great math problem that even the students cannot.

Cloudrunner continues his attack. "Impressive or not, I just want the accursed thing to die! Grrrr.... and you will not harm anyone else while I'm still breathing."

Longsword attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Longsowrd damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Longsword extra attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
Longsowrd damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

He will keep up his protection as a reaction to it's next attack.

Cloud studies the statue taking Pisco's question seriously and replies, "Nope, can't say that I recognize-" and then leaps back as it comes to life.

"Damnation and hellfire! What is it with this place?!"

He lunges forward, swinging his sword at the cat-man.

Longsword attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
Longsowrd damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Longsword extra attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18
Longsowrd damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

And I gotta remember to check my sheet more often. Cloud uses his Protection Fighting Style as a reaction to the cat-man's next attack that doesn't include Cloud to impose disadvantage.

Sorry, Thanksgiving travels

Con save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5 Yikes!

Cloudrunner charges up to the creature to attack with Lidras... and unfortunately is right up next to it with his mouth wide in a primal battle cry when the spores explode out.

Instinctively, he falls to the ground. As the spores seep into his system, he spasms several times before regaining control over himself. Slowly rising to his feet, Cloud breathes heavily, letting out a low, angry growl.

He watches quietly, as the others examine Galtar and then explain Pelota.

"A... game?!"

His breathing intensifies as the anger grows.

"They kill our companion and want us to play A GAME?!!"

With a roar of pure fury, Cloud bashes his new sword into the wall repeatedly. After a minute of attacking the stone wall, he stops, his breath in deep gasps.

"I failed Galtar. I won't fail the rest of you. We will get out of here, but anything else down here had better fear, because we will kill them all. Let's go."

Also, he will do Second Wind to regain some hp. Either by going all Hulkamania when attacking the wall (and hopefully not damaging the sword), or by getting himself pumped up before they move on.

Second Wind: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

Although having a game here is so random, I am tempted for Cloudrunner to just go insane decide right now is the best time for sports. :)

”I say we should go up and see if we can get out of this blasted gas. That might leave areas unexplored down here but that might just mean more traps we can avoid! I am not liking this place and don’t want it becoming our tomb.”

Cloud hisses at the group to get their attention. He whispers, "Something might be approaching, there was a light but it went out - be ready."

Then he moves as close as he can without triggering the trap and listens intently.

Wis Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

"I don't think we can rest with this accursed gas burning us... grrr!"

He itches his skin and then growls more as his hand comes back bloody. "I just feel so helpless here. Grrr.... think we can jump the next one, or want me to try holding the gate if it drops? I'm sorry, no pressure, Pisco. I know you can do it, I just need to move or something."

Cloud begins pacing in a circle, swinging the new sword (not near anyone!) to work out some nervous energy. "You know, this reminds me of the time my squad was clearing out a goblin den. I was still pretty fresh out of training. It wasn't as nicely carved out as this. In fact, it was mostly natural caves. After a few hours of the dark tunnels and constant ambushes, our commander just snapped. Started clawing at the walls to get out. He was a strong, good soldier - still was after that, too. But he couldn't handle being in a cave ever again, said he couldn't breath right. Dang fine commander, one of the bravest I've ever met. So there's nothing wrong with not liking caves, right? Perfectly normal. Jaguar warriors know no fear. It's just caution... or something."

He keeps walking in a circle glancing back at Pisco and trying very hard not to interrupt his work.