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Skender murmers and his hand becomes a black void sucking in the light. Rushing forward as the last of the fireball dissipates, he moves past the front line and reaches for the leader.
1d20 + 7
3d8 + 7
Skender manages to catch the leader and with the merest touch he delivers death. The leader falls. The rod so proudly brandished awhile ago clatters to the floor.
Vhailor steps up to a dead guard and starts pawing through it's possessions with all three limbs.
Syndir will also start searching one of the downed guards.
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Mindless of what might be happening around him, Vhailor grips each side of the guards ribcage with his hands and attempts to wrench it open.
Strength check: - if required
If successful he starts exploring the man's internal organs with his tentacle.
Vhailor's wounds have all closed up, leaving only dried blood on his skin.
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For Safrac
The guard is about to speak when a seizure occurs. No sound is emitted but terrible pain is apparent as you look on at the contortions the guard makes until at last you all hear a snap. The guard's back is broken.
For Safrac
Angelica, feeling exposed in just her modified robe although not due to modesty as much as a lack of protection, looks through the armor worn by the guards. She tries to gauge whether any of them are of the same approximate size as her. If the one wearing the armor in her size happens to be one of the living, then she gives them a brief moment to decide to hand it over... before things get ugly, or uglier for that matter.
While she looks for the armor, she leans down over one of the fallen, splashing her hands in the spilled blood, and rubbing them together. If it were water she would appear to be washing them, but instead she merely covers her hands in the darkening red wash.
After her hands have absorbed all they appear to be capable of picking up, she begins reciting a spell, entering almost into a trance-like state. As she finishes a lion appears before her, his fur a darker brown than the common golden hue they adopt. His eyes glow with an otherworldly deep red, and his tail ends not in the usual tuft of fur, but in the shape of a spade.
Seeing the events, Angelica can't help but mock Safrac's efforts. "Good job, Puppet," her obvious new pet name for Safrac "you choose to spare and question the one guard that doesn't have the health to even answer you. Was that purely on the guidance of the one pulling your strings?" she smirks in self-satisfaction.
Oddly reasurringly she adds, "Don't worry all, Zloyakoshka will only attack at my command... or if he feels threatened. I tend to suggest that others just try to stay on his good side." she lets out a laugh much too sweet for her demeanor, "That is, if it was in his nature to even have a good side." amused at herself, a real smile makes her pretty face visible for just a moment, before her sneer returns.
"That reminds me, not that I care one whit for any of you, but for the sake of effective tactics, it would help if we were at least familiar enough with one another to communicate. We already know Puppet," she points to Safrac, "and you have just met Zloyakoshka," as she leaves a trail of blood down his back petting her companion. "I am Angelica. I will NOT say I'm pleased to meet any of you, as none of us deserve pleasent greetings or we wouldn't be here in the first place."
Nice trick there luv. I imagine he minds you well.
So all we found is some polearms, half melted armor and the rod the sorceress got off of that guy....Hey!, who you talking to Safrac?
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Yeah I noted your previous post. Its more the fact that Vass didn't say anything about our equipment, and there is no way in hell that I am leaving without my stuff.
If you meant that he will also show us the way to our equipment then:
** spoiler omitted **
For Safrac
"Unfortunately, I will not reverse the killing of the guard, but don't worry. Getting to your equipment requires you to pass through the 7 circles of hell. A feat that you cannot accomplish with that guard. Believe me."
Quit with the threats ladies. We're all in this together by fate or fortune and its a safe bet it will take all of our skills to get out of here. So now we know the Beauty with the pet is Angelica and Zloya..something. The Lady Sorceress is Safrac and Vhailor our friend with the squigly limb introduced himself before. Again, Im Syndir Apep. You others care to share?
Motioning towards the large man he hit before, the newcomer and the ...wasnt there a little man with us?..
The figure has now revealed its face; human, female, young, of average height and weight. Peering at the carnage behind the half-orc stood before her, her response comes wrapped in a River Kingdoms accent.
"It would appear I have no choice at all." Redirecting her gaze to look at the orc, she continues "As I do not yet fully understand the situation, for the time being, you may consider me ally.". The comment is accompanied by a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "I'm Jaylen. Now, someone mentioned equipment. And maybe something to eat...I'm ravenous."
At mention of his name, Vhailor momentarily looks up from his grisly work, before returning his attention to it. With the guards ribcage parted like a poorly made envelope, he is removing his organs one by one and stacking them neatly next to the corpse.
She shakes her head slowly, "My dear, I'm certain we have ALL killed for less, so your threats are unnecessary. I'll not hide my disdain for your choice of actions, but I will now deign to call you by your now presented name." She smiles. "I like your spunk, Safrac, you are willing to stand up for your beliefs, and it speaks volumes. Just know that when you speak nonsense, I consider it the voice of 'your god' and will proceed to ignore your words. I have no patience for the puppet masters."
With disgust written in her features, she adds. "Umm, Jaylen and Vhailor, if you are about to do something disgustingly grisly, let me know. I can stomach, war and death, the carrion feeders and the vermin that feast on the corpses. I have not the desire to watch my enemies dismembered, nor for them to be eaten if that is what you intend."
Aye Jaylen,..,Syndir gestures to the corpses on the floor...if youve the stomach for it theres all the food we've found so far.
And I see you over there in the shadows Stealth man. Please join us and share your name so in the thick of combat we're not reduce to 'hey you!'
The halfling sticks to the darkness of the shadows, like an insect that avoids the light. Eying Syndir as a spider eyes a fly he speaks in a high, raspy voice that sounds like a shouted whisper, "I am Sa'Ryn Ricyn, and petty battles bore me. We must leave this place, this tomb of stone irritates me and keeps me from my calling." He bows slightly as he introduces his name and then keeping to the dark recesses of the walls heads towards the door that exits the room seeking the way out. He cares not if the others follow, eat the dead or the living, or continue to posture themselves against each other.
The newcomer surveys the scene for a brief moment. "As kind as the offer is," she addresses the scarred man, "I'm not hungry enough to resort to cannibalism, thank you. In fact," The girl looks down at tentacle-man. "suddenly I've gone right off the idea.".
She continues to stare at tentacle-man as he plays in the entrails of the fallen foe, a look of disgust slowly spreading across her face. Presently, she look away. "I think it wise that we leave, lest anyone come to investigate the noise, or the guards when they don't return.".
Casting a last look around the room, Jaylen makes her way over to the door - picking a path that keeps her away from the worst of the detritus - then steps into the corridor.
A low chuckle escapes Syndir at Jaylen's reaction to Vhailors activites and loss of appetite.
To each their own Jaylen. Im not sure what he's doing over there either. Vhailor we dont have time to play with our food. Sa'Ryn was right we have to keep moving.
He follows the others towards the door.
Vhailor has finished his work, and merely stands up shaking his head slightly. He then follows the others as they depart the area.
Given her penchant for unleashing devastating spells without much notice; Syndir will follow in the sorcercess's wake.
After you, my lady
The robed figure marched down the hallway imperiously, admiring the cut of his new gloves with disdain. The solitary guard he'd found had been more than accommodating and the uniform he'd provided was almost a perfect fit. The smirk on his narrow facial features almost reached the curtain of jet black hair that framed his face in two bangs as he slipped on the rather chunky gloves that all of the guards wore. The dim glow of the everbright torches lit his features with an unsettling blue luminescence and reflected from his pearly white teeth like ultraviolet, Canines pronounced as a predators it lent his grin a worrying sense of impending danger.
He'd kept his black robe though, he just didn't feel comfortable without a long cloak or robe. Flexing his elegant fingers he raised a brow at the poor quality material and crude craftsmanship at the gloves that masked the pale digits. It felt good to move his limbs and periodically he stopped to shrug his shoulders and stretch his legs. Any ordinary man's thoughts would have been solely focused on freedom but to this gentleman the craftsmanship of his clothing seemed as important as the ability to move and smell the air.
Perception:
Well, it's been a week since the DM posted so I am guessing that this one is puttering out. Hope to see it rebound but not holding my breath at this point.
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For Angelica
For Dante
For Safrac
For Everyone
You walk down the corridor where the guards came from, spending an hour along a winding path with no branches. Then, you see a group of black robed figures, about ten of them. They do not hold weapons but the aura of menace is palpable. You see them pointing at you.
“You shall not take us back!!!”
Initiative:
Syndir considers the group ahead of them, hears the defiance that echoed his not too long ago and readies himself for what he knows will be a fight.
"Well, then the four of us that are forward when Safrac blasts should be spared. Any more than that should stay back, unless they don't have a problem with fire." she sneers