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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 15, 2018 18:36:16 GMT -5
For a few long moments Xanadu remains standing there, unblinking. As if he is still staring at the creature in the distance in spite of you blocking his view. It seems like forever before he finally blinks, and shakes his head, "Erm, yes. Let's go." Xanadu begins to follow Orellow, though with none of his bounding, swiftness or silence. He doesn't duck under or behind anything in an effort to remain unseen. It's not that he's trying to provoke the massive beast, it's simply that the Dwarf simply lacks the wilderness skills that you possess. You travel for a couple more hours before you begin to recognize the curves of the cliff side as the location where you did battle with the now tail-less Wyvern. Searching the area turns up a few clues as to the location of the Wyvern's nesting spot. The only problem is, that there are too many clues. You can find evidence of at least three separate Wyvern in the area. Your training as a Ranger makes you figure that a few smaller, less powerful Wyvern have nested close together so they can protect one another from larger, more powerful Wyvern. There is simply no way to tell which location will contain the Wyvern you seek. (Roll a D3, on a 2 you got it right, otherwise we're fighting a real one )
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jul 17, 2018 16:47:05 GMT -5
Orellow seems perplexed, standing a moment and considering things. Wyverns are normally solitary creatures, like their True Dragon cousins. They normally have vast territories to themselves and battle other such flying beasts like Perytons and Griffins so to keep it free from other predators. A few miles at the very least. Finding so many in one place is an oddity in and of itself much less that they've taken to grouping together but its far from the strangest thing in nature he's observed. He simply takes a moment to consider things. A moment of genius strikes him and he hops from on nest to the other. Looking for marks. He's by the sea! Which means the sea water will wear away the tail marks Wyverns use to mark their territory. He finds the nest with the oldest such marks. A tailless Wyvern can't remake his marks or instill new ones after all and succeeds! He motions for Xanadu to follow and heads to the nest to confirm his theory.
(Nailed it!)
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 19, 2018 12:51:17 GMT -5
You find a Wyvern's nest, and based on the markings you're sure that this nest belongs to the Wyvern you seek. Your suspicion is confirmed when you notice something sitting among the branches that make up the nest itself, and splintered bones left over from it's previous meals. You see your javelin carelessly tossed aside, the bladed tip of the Javelin is still stained red with the beast's blood. Always cautious, you scan the skies and local area for signs of the Wyvern. Everything looks clear...
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jul 20, 2018 17:36:22 GMT -5
"Yes!" Exclaims a little girl with Orange-yelllow hair in a one piece white dress dress. "Grab it!" She orders with a hunger in her eyes. The same one Orellow himself must have. But, he knows better. He's fought countless beasts and bandits and all that experience has taught him that things are rarely as easy as they seem. The weapon itself is strong, having that in hand would deal a great wound to the wyvern, and possibly open things up for finally putting the creature down. Its too powerful an asset to leave there, but its also risky to just grab it. Taking one last look at the sky and surrounding area. Orellow steels himself and slinks over to where the Javelin lies.
Perception: 1+6=7. Orellow can talk all the game he wants in the end he's a greedy bastard XD
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 20, 2018 21:00:14 GMT -5
(The dice know man, the dice know.) Your greed overtakes your caution, and you only glance up at the few clouds that are in the sky. That one is kinda dark, but a little rain never hurt anyone... Unfortunately, that dark cloud was actually the Wyvern that is missing it's stinger because of you. It was banking toward you, so it didn't appear to be moving as fast as it actually was. Once it saw you skulking about it's nest though, it moved with single minded purpose. At first it was just defending it's territory. Once it glided closer and recognized you, hot rage boiled up and it begins it's dive bomb toward you. The Wyvern is so angry that it forget's that it's stinger is gone, and lashes out by instinct. The blunt end of it's tail slams into your chest, which would have been a lethal blow had the beast been whole. Even without the stinger, all the air is forced from your lungs. As it stands you find it damn near impossible to talk, and quite hard to even breath. Regardless of how you react, Xanadu bellows in a wordless snarl as soon as the beast lands. With his war pick in hand, and his blood pounding in his ears he charges into battle. The pick wedges itself down to the hilt, right between two scales just above the shoulder joint for it's left wing. The Wyvern screeches in pain, for the moment forgetting it's anger with you for hurting it before. It focus' all of it's new found anger on Xanadu, knocking aside his shield with it's claw so hard that Xanadu's entire arm tingles from the impact. With the shield out of blocking position the Wyvern's powerful jaws clamp around Xanadu's forearm. Xanadu senses are lost to his blood lust, and he shouts guttural noises to overcome his pain. Roll Init. Rolls: Xanadu Init 10+2=12 (I assumed that you rolled higher than me in this post.) Xanadu Perception 6+2=8 (well crap) Wyvern Init 1+0=1 (I know you rolled higher than the Wyvern) Wyvern Stealth 9+0=9 (HA!) Wyvern Surprise Attack 16+7=21 Wyvern Surprise Damage 6+3+4=13 (bludgeoning) Xanadu Attack (Flanking Advantage) 8+6=14, 9+6=15 Xanadu Damage 8(Weapon)+4(Strength)+2(Favoured Enemy)+2(Rage)=16 (Max damage!) Wyvern Bite Attack 18+7=25 Wyvern Bite Damage 5+4+4=13(Resistance /2=6) Wyvern Claw Attack 12+7=19 Wyvern Bite Damage 2+3+4=9 (Resistance /2=4) Xanadu HP 20/30 (resistance B/P/S, Rage 9 rounds remaining) Wyvern HP 94/110 Wyvern Stats
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Aug 9, 2018 13:23:52 GMT -5
Orellow gets pushed back by the beast. At first only seeing his Javelin through the monster. But as he picks himself up and steadies his breath his warrior's spirit takes control. Stumbling forward into the fray he draws his Rapier's from their hidden place and strikes forward with them. Mentally he calls on Ronok to join into the fight and the flightless bird becomes a flutter of feathers and and beak swings.
Hopping back after feeling his initial strikes hit the beast true. Orellow calls on the power of the Green. A faint green glow over takes his Rapier's and thorned vines sprout from his hands and coil around the blades from base to tip. He strikes forth with his Rapiers and vines sprout from every wound he deals and the vines as if possessed attempt to entangle the beast.
Round 1 Init: 16+4=20 Orellow: Free action; Command Ronok; Attack! Action: Attack! 14+7=21! Hit. Damage: 3+5=8 Bonus Action: Attack! 20+7=27!!! Definite Hit! Damage: 7+2+5=14 Damage total: 23
Ronok: Action: Attack! 13+5=18 (Yay advantage). Damage: 7+5=12
Orellow HP 40/27 Ronok: 43/43
Round 2: Orellow: Bonus Action: Ensnaring Strike! Action: Attack! 3+7=14. Hit! Damage: 6+5=11. And make a DC 14 STR save or take and extra 3 points of P. damage and be retrained. If restrained; Action required to break free DC 14 STR check
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Post by DM-Delfon on Aug 9, 2018 15:16:26 GMT -5
(34 damage + my 16 = 50 in the first round, not too shabby) Xanadu smashes the side of his pick off the Wyvern's thick scales as Orellow and Ronok strike true with their weapons. The enraged Wyvern turns it's attention away from Xanadu to attack one of the other's, but Xanadu isn't having any of that. He reaches out and grabs the beast by the jaw, physically yanking the creature back around to look him in the face. For his effort the Wyvern snaps his powerful jaws shut on the top of Xanadu's head, and rakes his claws across Xanadu's exposed stomach flesh. Rolls: Wyvern Strength Save 8+4=12 (Fail) Xanadu Attack (Flanking Advantage) 13+6=19, 5+6=11 Xanadu Damage 1(Weapon)+4(Strength)+2(Favoured Enemy)+2(Rage)=9 (Min damage ) Xanadu Strength 12+4=16 Wyvern Strength Check 6+4=10 (fail) Wyvern Bite Attack 11+7=18 Wyvern Bite Damage 6+3+4=13(Resistance /2=6) Wyvern Claw Attack 15+7=22 Wyvern Bite Damage 2+1+4=7 (Resistance /2=3) Xanadu HP 11/30 (resistance B/P/S, Rage 8 rounds remaining) Wyvern HP 40/110
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Aug 12, 2018 18:00:42 GMT -5
Orellow laughs joyously as the vines entangle the beast's wings and feet. Coiling tight as the thorns dig into its hide, drawing blood in several places. "You shall not escape this time!" Orellow booms as his Rapier's set to work. The beast is strong , it could break the vines and fly off. He's going to prevent that by puncturing its wings. Unfortunately Ronok isn't a smart enough beast to think of more than; "keep hitting the thing til it stops moving" so Orellow sets about his methodical work and lets his beast work as a distraction.
Rolls: Orellow: Action: Attack!10+7=17. Hit!. Damage: 2+5=7 BA: 7+7=14. Hit! Damage: 5+5=10 Ensnaring Strike: Target retrained; No new save need. Damage: 4 Total: 21 damage.
Ronok: Action: Kill the thing I was told to kill!!! 17+5=22. Hit! 2+5=7 Total: 7 Damage.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Aug 15, 2018 12:58:40 GMT -5
Xanadu forces his skull against the dragon's teeth, using his free hand to wrench the beast's jaw apart. Once a large enough gap exists, Xanadu drives his war pick into the roof of the foul creatures mouth with a snarl. As the creature collapses into a heap, the blood lust drains out of Xanadu like a holed waterskin. Xanadu takes a knee with his eyes squeezed shut. He looks to the sky as the tears begin to stream down his face. In a clear voice, Xanadu prays, "Thank you Bahamut for giving me the strength begin my path to redemption." Xanadu stands twisting his war pick sideways, rending flesh as the blade draws free. True melancholy enters his voice, and he adds in the barest whisper, "For Malrodrin Stonehammer, taken before his beard could grow." He continues to stand there motionless, like a man grieving beside a grave.
Xanadu Attack (Flanking Advantage) 2+6=8, 16+6=22 Xanadu Damage 4(Weapon)+4(Strength)+2(Favoured Enemy)+2(Rage)=12 Xanadu Strength 12+4=16 Wyvern Strength 5+4=9 (fail) Xanadu HP 11/30 (Rage ended) Wyvern HP 0/110
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Aug 15, 2018 17:16:49 GMT -5
Orellow draws his own blades from the beast as it falls and with a flick of his wrists all the blood covering them splatters across the ground in two semi crescent moons that face toward him. Almost making a circle of blood. From the corner of his eye he sees Xanadu and something clicks in his head as he says his prayer. His anger at the wyvern. His reserved nature. The high priest of Bahamut insisting that he take him along. He's on a quest for revenge. Orellow lowers his own head himself giving thanks to a worthy adversary for a good fight. Let the Dwarf grieve his fallen and enjoy his step toward revenge. It will be a long and lonely road, Orellow imagines. After a moment he becomes aware of the sound of ripping and small delighted squawks. Ronok, completely ignorant of the two warrior's heads lowered in prayer is happily ripping apart the fallen wyvern and is feasting on its meat. Orellow chuckles to himself and shakes his head. Still young, yet. Let the little one enjoy his first real kill. Walking away from the body himself Orellow picks up the Javelin Of Lightning he'd come to collect.
His eyes darken. Back where you belong.
He lets out a booming laugh and proclaims victory.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Aug 16, 2018 15:13:08 GMT -5
Xanadu realizes that he is crying in front of someone that is basically a stranger, so he quickly scrubs away the tears with the back of his fist. Orellow seems to be lost in his own personal moment, so Xanadu gives him a minute. Turning to the Axe Beak, Xanadu shrugs, 'Nature is running it's course I suppose.' He thinks to himself. Xanadu begins to look through the nest for anything of value, sorting anything found into piles and subdividing the piles into shares for the two of them.
Orellow's Pile: 5 gold pieces, 5 silver pieces, 3 x Jasper (50 gp), 3 x Carnelian (50 gp), Chalcedony (50 gp), 2 x Sardonyx (50 gp), 2 x Moonstone (50 gp) Boots of Spider Climbing (uncommon), Keoghtom’s ointment (5 doses, 2d8+2 + cured of poison + cure of disease), Eyes of charming (uncommon), Alchemy Jug (uncommon), +1 Shield
Xanadu's Pile: 5 gold pieces, 5 silver pieces, Chrysoprase (50 gp), Onyx (50 gp), +1 Shield (uncommon, dmg 200), Cap of Water Breathing (uncommon), Ring of Swimming (uncommon), +1 Weapon (uncommon), Winged Boots (Uncommon)
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Aug 17, 2018 13:29:11 GMT -5
Orellow looks at his pile. He knows a few things about magic and magic items himself but seeing that he himself has the lion's share of shiny things he feels content and not greedy rage murder happy, even Avarice it would seem hasn't much to say, But, then again getting too distracted in a place like the Wyvern Straight could be deadly. So he swiftly packs up his stuff and tosses it over his shoulder, ready to move out within a few minutes. He then makes a small click with his tongue and Ronok raises its head from the gore it's into. Orellow nods his head for the bird and the creature, lowers its head once more and after a sharp crack and a long horrid sound of ripping comes away from the corpse with the Wyvern's leg in its beak. Dragging it along. Orellow sighs but smiles at his odd little bird and signals for Xanadu to follow. Its time to be gone from here before a less disabled Wyvern smells the carnage.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Aug 17, 2018 13:58:59 GMT -5
With his blood no longer pounding in his ears, Xanadu realizes just how much damage his body took while his mind was clouded with bloodlust. Laying one hand on his belt and the other on his chewed up head he begins to chant a brief prayer to Bahamut. As his wounds stitch themselves shut, he extends his hand to Orellow asking if he wants to be healed as well.
Gesturing back at the creture, Xanadu offers, “Before we leave, I think we should collect the creatures scales. I’ve heard that some blacksmiths can create armour out of their hides. I don’t need the armour, but there could be some profit in it.” Xanadu isn’t dead set on butchering the beast, and if Orellow insists they move on he does so.
Healing Belt +12 hp (8,4)
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Aug 17, 2018 14:49:46 GMT -5
Orellow dusts off his armor and rolls his shuoulders as a green-white light shines from under his clothes. "I am fine" He says with a smile.
As Xanadu sugguests butchering the beast Orellow remembers his thoughts of making Ann a cloak from the beasts hide as well as something for himself. Boots was it? Well, either way he draws out his carving knife with a flourish and sets to work.
Survival for butchery: NAT 20!+6=26. Boo ya!
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Post by DM-Delfon on Aug 17, 2018 16:58:41 GMT -5
Xanadu smirks as the pair of them summon the power of their respective deities to mend their wounds. He takes particular notes of the natural green glow that emits from his magic, rather than the purple haze of energy of his own spell. His thoughts regarding the visual effects of manipulating the weave are cut short as Orellow brings to work. Xanadu watches intently, barely blinking as Orellow’s blade makes precise strokes through the Wyvern flesh before him. His Dwarven blood sings as he watches the man work. Once he is finished, Xanadu applauds, “Well done me boy, you might be in the wrong profession.” With the hides packed away, Xanadu begins the long trudge home.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Aug 17, 2018 18:56:58 GMT -5
Orellow brushes the little bits of blood off himself. "My Father could have done this in half the time" He chuckles and hands off a bundle of scales and hide wrapped in wing membrane with bones used to make a make shift bag. "They will need to be dried out and treated but a leather worker or armorer will have a field day with that lot and the bones can make good weapons or most of any tool" he says as he throws a similar bundle onto his own back.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Aug 19, 2018 9:13:35 GMT -5
The juxtaposition of Xanadu’s reluctant trudge through the swamp, and your easy lope is comical to the Lizard folk that occasionally can be spotted still following behind. This goes on for hours, until we can see the walls of Clifton in the distance. At this point the Lizardfolk break off, and head back into the swamp.
As the swampy terrain shifts to the firmer packed earth surrounding the city, a lone figure stands in the center of the road. This figure is covered from head to toe in well polished metal. They have a tower shield strapped to one arm, and a sawtoothed long sword sticks out of the ground in front of them. As we approach a deep male voice booms out, “Orellow Avnec, your life is forfit. Surrender now, and I will make your end quick.”
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Aug 19, 2018 15:53:53 GMT -5
Orellow finds the situation amusing himself. Usually it was his father and him who stalked trespassers and the like through the Floral Forest, being on the other end of it, he can see why the more observant bandits were so nervous but it doesn't bother him through the trip.
As they come up to the man a smile finds its way across Orellow's lips. "Forfeit!?" he throws his head back and laughs as if the man had told some great joke. "A challenge is it? Very well..." At that last Orellow's eyes change from a jolly man having a laugh at a bar to a beast on the hunt, the smile never leaving his lips. He drops his bag half-haphazardly on the ground and takes up his shield as he approaches. 30 feet away from the man. As is proper for a duel. "Stay back, Mr. Xanadu. This is personal". Ronok approaches, as well staying within 50 feet of Orellow, so he can run up and be side his Master at a moments notice.
Orellow: Init 18+5=23 Action: Dodge and approach. Let us see what this warrior can do. BA: Ready action for Ronok
Ronok Init:9+1=10 Action: Standby.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Aug 20, 2018 6:12:26 GMT -5
Xanadu draws his war pick, and begins to move into a flanking position. Stopping only when Orellow makes it known that this is personal. ’An honour duel all the way out here? I have not seen many honourable Humans since I’ve come to Clifton.’ out loud he simply says, “As you wish Orellow.” He stands like a sailor, with his feet shoulder width apart, with the business end of his pick between them. He stays at the ready in case the armoured man gets the idea that his life is also forfit.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Aug 23, 2018 16:38:33 GMT -5
The man watches you approach, his metallic helm turning slightly to follow your progress. As you come within reach he swings his empty hand at you, like he forgot that his sword was sticking into the ground in front of him. You put his empty hand out of your mind and plot where to stick you own blade, when his blade vanishes from the ground, and appears in his hand. The blades sudden appearance catches you off guard, and you're forced to throw yourself to the side. Your reaction time is just a touch too slow, and as the blade blade digs deep the saw toothed blade rips and tears your flesh, leaving a wide gash that bleeds freely. If you hadn't been so focused on dodging his attacks, his second strike would have bitten into you as well.
Rolls: Enemy Init: 15+0=15 Enemy Attack 1: 12+7 = 19, 17+7 = 24 Enemy Damage: 8+4=12 + Bleed 1 Enemy Attack 2: 2+7 = 9, 19+7 = 26
You have a bleeding wound, which will deal you # point of damage at the start of each of your turns. Each point of bleed stacks with previous bleeding damage. The bleeding stops if you use your action, and succeed at a DC 15 Medicine check, or you receive any amount of magical healing.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Aug 27, 2018 0:35:33 GMT -5
Orellow hops back and grabs his arm, dropping his shortsword in the process as he instinctively goes to stop the bleeding. The armored man seeing an opportunity steps up to take another swing by finds a rush of feathers and squawks blocks his way to Orellow. Orellow himself grins. "I have made an error it seems" He laughs. "I accepted your challenge to duel but didn't take you seriously. Tell me what is your name?" Orellow feels his blood pumping. A rush hits him hard. This is what he lives for. A challenger with interesting and unknown prowess. A deadly and honorable duel. Its been so long he feels like he could laugh into eternity. Weather or not the man gives his name Orellow doesn't mind. He lets his wound go and pulls off his shield, letting it fall to the side. "I must apologize for Ronok. He is unfortunately an extension of myself, much like these" He says from behind Ronok as he pulls his rapiers from their hiding place with a quick, shhict! "I am Orellow Avenec. Former Ranger of the Floral Forest. Prepare your soul for its departure" He says giving his blades a flick and jumping back into the fray.
Orellow Action: Doff Shield Move: Draw rapiers Bonus Action: Attack! 15+7=22. Hit? Damage: 2+5=7. +2 if he's human
Ronok Standby triggers. Attack! 12+5=17. Hit? Damage: 5+5=10
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Post by DM-Delfon on Aug 28, 2018 11:30:17 GMT -5
Though you can't see the man's face, you get the feeling that he's smiling. Maybe it's something about the sound of his voice, maybe it's just your gut feeling. "You're not the first, and you won't be the last." He shifts his stance, sweeping aside Ronok with his shield and saluting you with his vicious looking blade, "I am called Ironskin by some, Sapper by others. It does not matter how you address me, as soon you shall be unable to speak." With his salute complete, he shifts his stance once more. You've not seen a heavily armoured foe open himself up like this before. His stance seems like it should be purely defensive. The angles are wrong, and you're not quite sure if this is a trick or not. You lunge in, knocking aside his blade with one of your own, and stabbing in between two overlapping plates. Your strike is true, but a flash of bright white tinged with blue energy springs up at the last moment. As your blade is turned aside the plates catch on your blade. You manage to keep a hold of it, but the twisting takes it's toll on the muscles in your wrist. He springs into action then, a blur of motion so fast you can barely follow his blade. Ronok squawks in pain, as a few feathers and an arc of his blood sprays into the air. The sword flashes again, and another gash reddens your flesh.
Mechanics: Your attack should have hit, but a magical force sprang up to defend Ironskin (shield spell). Ronok simply could not find a place to strike on Sapper because of his armour. You take 2 points of damage, and Ronok takes 3 as his fighting style forces you to overextend, twist or jostle yourselves. You will also take 1 point of Bleed at the start of your turn.
Enemy Reaction Shield Enemy Action Dodge Action Surge Enemy Attack 1: 18+7 = 25 Enemy Damage: 3+4=7 + Bleed 1 to Orellow (next turn he bleeds 2) Action Surge Enemy Attack 2: 13+7 = 20 Enemy Damage: 3+4=7 + Bleed 1 to Ronok
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Aug 28, 2018 18:37:45 GMT -5
Orellow winces and swipes his blades up. A pair of feints to create space so he can backflip and hop back out of reach of his blade as Ronok continues its assault. "So, you have a few tricks, eh?" He says with a smile as he reaches into the tan bag at his waist producing a small ball of fur coloured black and grey "Well I have some of my own" Orellow whispers as he tosses off to the right of the armored man. The fluff lands and is still for a moment. Then shakes and twitches. Then a paw the size of the man's head slams into the ground before him. Another 3 pop out of the fluff followed by a head till the fluff is no more and a Hyena the size of a horse looms over the man. "I have a Bag of Tricks in fact" He booms with a laugh. His bright blue eyes looking like burnt sapphires.
Orellow: Bonus Action: Tumble (dmg page 272)! Acrobatics 14+7=21 Move: 15 feet back Action: Bag Of Tricks (Manifest: Giant Hyena)
Hyena: Init: 16+2=18 Action: Defend self.
Ronok: Action. Attack! 9+5=14. Miss!
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Post by DM-Delfon on Aug 29, 2018 9:38:01 GMT -5
Your blades slash to create space, but he steps into the swing sapping them of any power. He hacks at you again, but you manage to twist and pivot out of harms way this time. Ronok smashes his axe-like beak into the armour clad man with a resounding clang, but only ends up backing off shaking his head. (Ronok takes 3 damage)
“Ha!” The man shouts, “You have made a pun, and it was funny. Perhaps if you were a jester instead of an adventurer, I would not have to end your career now.” He lets you step aside, pivoting his full attention to Ronok. He presses his shield down on the beast and then hacks across his hind leg, repeating the strike a second time before Ronok manages to break loose.
Mechanics: Hyena acts on your Init. No Opportunity Attack, uses reaction for shield spell. Enemy Attack 1: 16+7=23 Enemy Damage 1: 7 + 4 = 11 + 1 bleed Enemy Attack 2: 14+7=21 Enemy Damage 2: 1 + 4 = 5 + 1 bleed
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Sept 1, 2018 15:15:27 GMT -5
"Puns are not all I have" Orellow says ominously with his usual grin as he pulls a Javelin streaked with lightning bolts. Electricity cracks around it as He winds his arm back and hurls it toward the plated man. "FULGOR!!!" Orellow booms as the shaft warps into a streak of lightning that cuts through the man and sticks into his armour. Orellow nods to the Hyena and the large sized beast gets a wicked grin and begins to attack the man's right as Ronok tears at his left With Orellow positioned 15 away in front of the man.
Orellow: Action: Javelin of Lightning. 19+7=26. Hit! Damage: 1 Piercing and 2+3+6+4=15 lightning damage. Total: 16. Bonus action: Command Hyena. Attack!
Hyena: Attack: 19+5=24. Hit! Damage: 2+4+3=9 Piercing
Ronok: Attack: 11+5=16. Miss? (Probably) Damage: 3+5=8 Slashing.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Sept 2, 2018 21:00:05 GMT -5
The man is a whirl of defense always seeming to know which attacks require a minor adjustment, and which require his full attention. Your javelin manages to catch him off guard however. If it were a normal javelin, then it would have bounced off the thick metal plates that surround him. So he didn't bother to really defend against it, and it strikes true even as that flash of bright white tinged with blue energy springs up at the last moment. He grunts in pain as the electricity forks through him, but manages to say, "Finally a worthy adversary. I have been sent after so few since I came to this place." through clenched teeth as he hacks the javelin out of himself with his blade. As Ronok hacks at the man, a shield intersects the attack smashing his face to the side (2 damage). While Ronok is off balance the man steps in close, first stabbing Ronok with that terrible blade, then twisting the blade to make it bleed as much as possible. The man had basically been ignoring your hyena, or so you thought. As the beast leapt toward the man's back, he cranked his great helmet backward smashing the Hyena in it's open jaw. (2 damage)
Mechanics: Reaction Shield Bonus Action Second Wind (10+6 = 16) Enemy Attack 1: 10+7=17 (the stab) Enemy Damage 1: 3 + 4 = 7 + 1 bleed Enemy Attack 2: 8+7=15 (the twist) Enemy Damage 2: 1 + 4 = 5 + 1 bleed
Orellow is still bleeding 2, while Ronok has taken 42 damage by my count and is bleeding 5.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Sept 3, 2018 18:22:13 GMT -5
Orellow feels a tinge in his mind. The nestled knot of emotions in the back his head known to him as Ronok is bleeding badly, nearing the edge of death. The bleed will take him but Orellow knows that despite his every attack he hasn't landed a single solid hit against the armored man. Not one, bloody scratch. Ronok would fight to the last breath as needed but its still a beast an knows its limits so Ronok withdraws as the Hyena continues to attack and Orellow draws another fuzzy balls and throws it at the man, this one (grey). Warps twists and grows till its the size of a man with big meaty fists and fur all over except its face and chest. An Ape stands before the man and slams its mighty fists forward.
Orellow: Action: Bag Of Tricks. Summon: Ape. Bonus Action: Command Ape. Attack.
Ronok: Move: 40 feet Action: Medicine check: 16 HP: 1/43
Hyena: Action: Attack! 10+5=15. Miss!
Ape: Action: Attack! 9+5=14. Miss. 17+5=22. Hit! 2+3=5 bludgeoning.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Sept 6, 2018 6:29:58 GMT -5
(Bleeding wound: Deal # point(s) of damage at the start of each of your turns... Bleed damage can't crit, but will make him fail each of his death saves for the next 3 rounds.)
Ronok turns to flee, but only makes it a single step before collapsing in a heap. His life blood steadily flowing from the wounds inflicted by Ironskin. Your Hyena leaps in, and is batted aside once again. (3 damage) Your ape slams his meaty fists into the plate clad man. Sapper flashes again, deflecting the attack with magical shielding once more. (2 damage) "I tire of your tricks Orellow." Comes Sapper's voice from inside his great helmet, "Come and fight me, coward. Meet your death with honour." He turns to hack at the ape, but the ape knocks aside his blade. Sapper converts the momentum of his blade being knocked aside to deliver a smooth counter-stroke across the ape's chest.
Mechanics: Reaction Shield Enemy Attack 1: 3+7=10 (miss) Enemy Attack 2: 12+7=19 (Vs Ape) Enemy Damage 2: 3 + 4 = 7 + 1 bleed
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Sept 7, 2018 14:19:43 GMT -5
(Noted)
Orellow growls and steps forward to attack the man head on. Coward!? I'll turn you to ribbons you-. He stops after when he realized the world around him has stopped moving. The grass is not blowing in the wind and the combat has come to a crawl. As if viewing the whole ordeal in molasses. "I tire of your tricks" A little girl says, standing before the man, her voice mocking his. Avarice, the voice of Orellow's greed stands before the man like a petulant child to a mound of dirt she's about to kick over. "Can you really say that when you sit inside your shell like a turtle?" She laughs and walks over to his sword, flicking the tip of it, casually. "Using a trick blade and enhancing your mighty Ironhide with tricks of your own" She twists the word Ironhide like a curse. "And moving like you do, in that armor, causing such harm for every single miss no matter where it is. That's another little trick. So far, your nothing but tricks." She giggles, walking around him, casually ducking under the combat as she continues. "A mighty king behind his castle wall, laughing at the rabble. You can only claim honor cause you can hide your tricks better, but I see them" She stops and looks at Orellow. "As should you. Use your head, you damned fool. He's baiting you, he knows he can't hold out forever. Let your beasts wear through his tricks and finish him" She says harshly before gently walking over and petting Ronok's head. "He felled your beast with his tricks, are you going to let him kill you on top of that?" She asks softly, looking down at the creature in pity. "There is no bar for fair in battle or the heart's desire" She looks at Orellow. "And you who has a greater love for battle than you, Ranger?" The world spins once more and Orellow steps back with a smile on his face as he reaches into his bag and tosses his last beast out into the fray.
Orellow: Action: Bag of Tricks. Summon: Tiger Bonus action: Command Tiger: Attack!
Ronok: Death save: Fail
Hyena: Attack: 17+5=22. Hit! Damage: 1+4+3=8
Ape: Attack: 16+21. Hit! 19+5=24. Hit! Damage: 6+3=9. 6+3=9.
Tiger: Attack: 18+5=23. Hit! Damage: 1+3=4
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Post by DM-Delfon on Sept 7, 2018 21:00:59 GMT -5
(Damn man, that was some success!)
Your animals pile onto the man, the Hyena biting, the Ape pounding and the Tiger scratching. For the first time, that flashing glow doesn't spring up to protect him and you hear a small grunt of pain from within that mighty set of armour. "Just as I thought, a coward through and through. What will you do now that your bag of tricks is empty?" He hacks his blade across the Tiger's flank, pivots to push back the Hyena, then stabs the Ape in the stomach. "How many beasts will you let die for you today, Ranger of the Floral Forest?" The title is said with a sneering mocking tone.
Enemy Attack 1: 13+7=20 (Tiger) Enemy Damage 1: 4 + 4 = 8 + 1 bleed Enemy Attack 2: 16+7=23 (Ape) Enemy Damage 2: 6 + 4 = 10 + 1 bleed
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