Iomenna bet-Melkiel's page

I'm going to have to drop out of these campaigns. It's been great playing with this group, but I've been kinda losing the thread on this campaign as it is. Thanks for the good times, everybody!

GM Robogeisha, if you have the capability, could you please remove me from this campaign so I can clear it from my list? Otherwise, I'll just try to hide it from my side. Thanks!

My sympathy and prayers for you both as your SO goes through her treatment! I hope all goes well with the treatment and that you both will be sustained by the strength of your love for one another.

Thanks so much for running this game! It was one of the first long-term games I was able to join after starting PbP, and this group has been so fun and interesting to play along with. I hope we can either start this group up again someday, or find one another in a different campaign.

All the best, everybody!

Yeah, I assumed the voices would be coming to us with all the noise we made.
Iomenna is in position for Luci to open the door when ready.

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13

Iomenna's eyes go wide at the news Sario shares. "Damn," she whispers to the others, "Everyone, find some cover. Sario, did you hear which direction it came from?"

Iomenna grimaces in fury and disgust at the gory scene ahead of her. "This is...horrible," is all she can manage before the final head speaks. Do...do you want us to help you...die?" she offers, unsure what else she could do for what remains of the person.

Just waiting for the sign from Alexa that we're clear to move in.

Sario waits for Alexa to come back out.

"this could go back quickly." Sario says

Iomenna nods solemnly in agreement, "That's why we need to stay here and be ready to move in if Alexa calls for us." The tip of her sword wavers slightly for a moment as Iomenna adjusts her grip, but it quickly comes back to a ready position. Her eyes peer into the darkness as if she could see Alexa, though the young woman disappeared into the shadows after just a few yards.

Yeah, I think we can agree that running in murderhobo style is not a great strategy, given our last fight.
If we take 10, who will have the best chance of setting up something decent? Will that be a Disable Device check? Survival?

"Brilliant idea, Sario," Iomenna cheers enthusiastically as the wind begins to pick up and carry her voice away. "Let's get this woman back, then, and see what we can do to draw out the demons."

Iomenna will likely be staying bloodrager all the way through. I've never played one before, so I'd really like to get the full experience as much as possible. Plus it just fits the character better. Iomenna never really had the discipline to go the paladin route.

Iomenna thanks Darya for the healing, then chugs down the rest of her potions, as many of her wounds still remain. Wiping the excess from the corner of her lips she gestures to the young woman. "Let's get this one back to the temple. She's going to need time to get her mind right, if that can ever happen, and we can't afford to be distracted again when we move on the other tunnel."

Cure Light Wounds potion 2: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Cure Light Wounds potion final: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Got my health all tallied after that fight. I took 26 damage and was able to heal 22 with Darya's help, so I'm now at 27hp. That'll do.

Iomenna, breathing heavily as well, sheathes her sword and retrieves her hammer, cleaning the demonic filth from each of them in turn. Once she's gotten her gear back in order, so leans against the cave wall and clutches at her wounds. "Uff...that was awful. You ladies alright?"

She pulls one of her healing potions from the pouch at her belt and drinks it down, desperate for healing.

Cure Light: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

I'll have to go back and total up how much HP I actually have left after that healing, but that was not great for Iomenna. She was pretty much trapped between the wall of demon flab and the cloud. Not a great place to be.

"Go back to the Abyss," Iomenna screams at the demon as she swings her sword for what feels like the hundredth time.

Cold Iron longsword, pa/ff, flank, aid: 1d20 + 6 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 6 + 2 + 2 = 21 Damage, PA: 1d8 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

Cold Iron longsword, pa/ff, flank: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 6 + 2 = 12 Damage, pa: 1d8 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

With a cry of desperation, Iomenna lashes out at the demon again, but her wounds have begun to wear on her, and he strike goes wide.

Iomenna tries to follow her heroic companions' lead and strikes out with her sword at the nearest demon.

I don't have access to Roll20 at the moment. I'll just attack whatever enemy is directly in front of me, or move toward one if nothing is immediately adjacent.

Cold Iron Longsword, power att/furious focus: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14 Damage: 1d8 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

"Whoa there, Lex! Be careful! There's lots of demons in here and not a whole lot of room to maneuver in!"

Ready to roll!

Do I remember correctly that Merlin and I repaired the broken cold iron longsword I had at the very beginning of the campaign? I'm pretty sure I'm remembering that correctly and didn't have it on my character sheet correctly. If I'm wrong, please help jog my memory! Haha!

Iomenna realizes that her hammer isn't doing the damage it ought to, so she drops it in favor of her longsword. She slashes at the demon in front of Darya, wielding the blade with both hands, then backs up against the wall.

Longsword, PA, FF: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26 Damage: 1d8 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12
Confirm crit: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9 Damage: 1d8 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

Thanks for the heads up, Azura! So sorry to hear you're having some health issues! My wife is just getting on the other side of a pretty nasty infection, so we can sympathize somewhat. Hope all is well and the doctors get you patched up soon!

Iomenna sees the wave of demons pressing toward her and her allies. "They're going to set up a flank," she shouts in alarm. To avoid their maneuvering, Iomenna once again raises her hammer and brings it down on the same demon she had hit previously (the one to her "northeast", I believe), then quickly backs off to join the line with Darya and Luci.

Earthbreaker, PA/FF: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18 Damage, PA: 2d6 + 7 ⇒ (2, 3) + 7 = 12

Sorry, guess that was a pre-post to help keep things moving on my end. :)

Fortitude: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

"Damn," Iomenna shouts, "Out of the smoke! Now!" She charges forward through the stinking cloud a scream already in her throat. As she emerges from the cloud of putrid fumes, she brings her hammer out to her side, and brings it crashing in toward the first demon's chest.

Earthbreaker, charge, Power attack/Furious focus: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 6 + 2 = 19 Damage, PA: 2d6 + 7 ⇒ (5, 1) + 7 = 13

Iomenna moves into the mouth of the cave and surveys the grisly scene. She readies her hammer against a charge from the demons, and calls out to Sario. "Come on up, Sario. Looks like we have a bit of a crowd. They might enjoy some plants to climb through!"

Readied attack if a target comes in range.

Earthbreaker, power attack, furious focus: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22 Damage, PA: 2d6 + 7 ⇒ (1, 3) + 7 = 11

"Five of them? Hmm...alright, that's nothing to scoff at, but I think we should be able to handle it. Ready team?"

Iomenna nods in agreement with Darya's plan and watches as Alexa skulks off into the darkness. She readies her hammer.

Iomenna turns and speaks quietly to her companions, "I think we go in the cave on the right first. It seems to be the furthest removed from the other two, so we might be able to take out whatever enemies we find in there without the other groups knowing about it. How's that sound?"

"All the more reason for us to carry on then," Iomenna says as she moves over and lays and hand gently on Sario's shoulder. "Come on, we need to get moving." With that, Iomenna turns to the door, calls out a warning for the survivors to stay put here, and makes her way outside and begins moving toward the cave entrances.

Hey folks, I'm gonna be on the road for a couple days again, so I won't be able to post much over the weekend. I should be back and ready to run again by Sunday afternoon, though, so it shouldn't be too long of a delay.

"Did you notice which of the tunnels the demons with the captive miners seemed to take?"

Please not the central tunnel! Please not the central tunnel!

Know (planes): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Iomenna's mind is far too occupied with the condition of these survivors and those in the tunnels to fully grasp what types of demons might be awaiting them. "Thank you for your help, friends. Now," she says, turning to her fellow Wardens, "How should we approach the tunnels? I wonder if someone might borrow one or two of those tools on the walls and put one of us in a sort of disguise to draw a few of the demons out. Then the rest of us could lie in wait and spring an ambush on them?"

Iomenna lays a hand reassuringly on Darya's shoulder. "That certainly complicates things, but we will find them. And rescue them if there is any hope of doing so left. Tell us," she says, turning back to the survivors, "Do you have any idea of how many demons there were? And of what kind? No need to know the proper names if you aren't sure, just describe them if you can."

Iomenna nods gravely as she begins to understand the situation. As the villagers give any details they might have about the demons' location, she passes them some of her own rations and her waterskin. "Please, share that among yourselves. I'm not sure what things will look like when we're done here, but you may need to have your strength about you in case we need to evacuate you back to the city."

Iomenna looks down at the odd arrangement of goblets, then looks to the people with a confused expression. "I'm sorry, my friends, but is this some sort of ritual or sign of faith to Torag?"

Iomenna opens the door with alarm as the dwarf collapses to the floor. She kneels down beside him and lays a hand on him, "Sir! Are you alright? Darya, help him, please!" She stands and takes in the scene with sadness and horror. Drawing herself up to her full height and looking proudly at the crowd, she says in a strong voice, "Your friend is correct, the crusaders have come. Tell us, what is going on here? How can we help?"

Iomenna looks around to the others and nods, "Time to try some sweet talk I suppose?" She steps toward the impassable door and knocks loudly, "Friends of Torag, we come in peace! We are survivors of the destruction in Kenabres, come to lend aid and find friends. Open the door, in the name of the Crusade. May Torag grant you the wisdom to know friend from foe."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

"Agreed. And perhaps the shrive could serve as a bit of a base of operations for us while we clear the demons out of the village. Let's head for that shrine."

I'm still on board for sure! Posting gets behind a bit from time to time, but I'm really enjoying this campaign!

"No, they certainly would have the tactical advantage by drawing us into the tunnels, but I don't see a way that we could draw them out effectively. Before we jump to conclusions, though, let's see if we can make heads or tails of what's in front of us. Sario, do you have any skill in tracking? I've learned a little bit, but I'm sure you would probably have a better knack for it, given your closeness to nature and all." Iomenna bends down to the dirt to see if she can spot anything resembling demon tracks.

Survival: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11

"Not yet. It's certainly a dark day, but there are still many like us here who are willing to stand and fight back against the darkness. Have faith, good Deris. We may yet live to see the dawn."

Iomenna nods gravely as the shepherd describes the demons. "We'll be glad to help Lacey as much as we can. By the way, I don't believe we caught your name, sir. Mine's Iomenna bet-Melkiel."

Iomenna's eyes drift to her right and up slightly to gaze at Darya's halo out of the corner of her eye. "Well...two of us are aasimar, my dad was too. So that's something. Granted, Luci here is a tiefling, but Darya will definitely vouch for her being very nice. Also, we haven't attacked you or tried to destroy your fields or your flocks. Anything else we can do to make you feel more comfortable?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

Iomenna raises her empty hands in a sign of non-violence, "Survivors like yourself, friend! We're crusaders from Kenabres. Part of a growing band of survivors who are doing what we can to drive out the demons and restore the city. May we approach? Our scout said she heard someone groaning in pain. We might be able to provide some healing."

Iomenna nods at Alexa's report, "Good work, Dorne. At least now we know where we stand to an extent. What do you ladies say, then--shall we go introduce ourselves? Perhaps offer some assistance?"

As Alexa disappears into the sparse landscape around the house, Iomenna speaks under her breath to her companions, "Hands on hilts, ladies. We don't want to be off guard if things kick off here."

Iomenna desperately wants this scene of normalcy to be real, but can't but acknowledge the truth in Darya's skepticism. "You're right. Why would they leave such a defenseless place untouched? It hasn't been long enough since the attack for the building to have been rebuilt, and unless there's some magical protection around the place that we can't perceive from here, what would keep them out?" She pauses for a moment to consider the scene, "Still, it might be worth our time to check it out either way. It could be there's some kind of protection on the house, in which case it could be a haven. Or it could be a trap, in which case it falls upon us to destroy it to protect any other travelers who might be making their way toward the city, especially if they're reinforcements.. I know it's potentially risky, but I think we should check it out."

Iomenna grasps Irabeth's forearm in a gesture of farewell, "Good luck, Captain.* Tell your scouts to be as quick and as careful as they can manage. We don't want any unnecessary losses just for a few stray swords."

She heads back to the main hall, where she finds Alexa, Azura, Darya, and Luci gathered and chatting idly. "Well, ladies, I think we're just waiting for Sario to finish commanding her army of gardeners and we'll be set to leave. Do you all have any more preparations you need to make?"

Irabeth is quick to respond to Iomenna. "While our forces are currently limited, I think it might be worth sending some of the scouts to check the remnants of the crusader camps," the half-orc woman says. "Now that the other team is assaulting the garrison, I don't need to keep my scouts harrying that area constantly. I've received a report that they've made it inside."*

"Since the crusader camps were essentially tents and shanty-towns outside of the wall, I expect it's mostly a disaster, but that also means it's easy to get in and out of there. We might find some useful supplies left over - it's not like the demons are going to try to round up the holy water and cold iron weapons and cart them off en masse. I think we can do it with minimal risk if it's a quick there-and-back. If you think it's too much of a risk, we'll wait for you to get back from Truestone."

* DM note: The other team is just wrapping their fight for entering the barracks, but since you guys are now at the day after that, presumably they make it inside and are slogging their way through.

Iomenna's eyes close and a sigh escapes her as she hears that the others are past their first obstacle. "Good! I'm glad the stratagem to draw away the defenders worked. Now that the scouts are off that assignment, I think it would be alright for them to make a trip to the camps. Let's have them prioritize survivors first, then weapons, then food stores or seeds for Sario here. If we can get any combination of those things, it'll be a huge boon for us here."

As Darya finishes fastening the last of the straps on Iomenna's armor, she turns and lays a hand on Darya's shoulder. "Good. I'm glad you were able to find something to take your mind off of all of this for a while. We all need that from time to time." He voice trails off at this last statement, and her gaze falls to ground. After a moment of quiet reflection, she looks back to Darya with a smile. "Anyway, it sounds like you've found a person or two who you can find comfort and peace with, and I'm happy for you. Now let's head down. I wanted to check in with Irabeth before we head out, and I know Azura and Luci are probably missing you after, what, these last ten minutes? Hehehe!"

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After getting all ready for the trip, Iomenna heads back downstairs with Darya and finds Irabeth. "Well, we're just about ready to set off. I heard something about plans to send a group out to the camps or to find other groups of survivors? What kind of force were you thinking of sending out?"

In the morning, Iomenna wakes up later than most, and when she finally does it's with a surprising lack of discomfort. She had been sure that she'd wake up covered in bruises and cuts from the fight in the garden, but apparently the healers had done their work well. "Gods, I'd love to know more about how that works," she says to herself as she feels for any sore spots in her ribs and finds none.

She enjoys the breakfast provided by Kimroth, and chats with him briefly while she eats, discussing spots that might be good to clear out to make room for expansions to the inn-turned-fortress.

Afterward, she once again enlists Darya's help with her armor, which is now a much more involved process as she had secured some banded mail from the crusaders who had been able to piece together some odd bits. "So," she says teasingly to her fiery-haired friend, "I didn't see much of you last night after you went off to your bath. How was your evening?"