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Dec 6, 2018 2:31 am
Alalla puts a hand on the wall to guide her through the smoke as she runs down the hall. "Hang on, I'm coming!"
Last edited December 6, 2018 2:35 am
Dec 6, 2018 2:49 am
This is no time to learn how to pick locks! Zenithral fires arrows into where the hinges should be, trying to bust them out so he can push the door in.
Last edited December 6, 2018 2:55 am

Rolls

Longbow 1, 2, & 3 vs Door Hinges (Sharp) - (1d20+7, 1d20+7, 1d20+7)

1d20+7 : (11) + 7 = 18

1d20+7 : (2) + 7 = 9

1d20+7 : (8) + 7 = 15

Curving Arrow for Longbow 2 (Targeting a different hinge, Sharp) - (1d20+7)

(11) + 7 = 18

Total Damage (assuming 15 is a hit) - (3d8+45)

(351) + 45 = 54

Dec 6, 2018 2:58 am
Harsh coughing sounds from the room ahead, and the building rumbles again. "No! Alalla, it is too late! You must flee and save yourself!"
Dec 6, 2018 3:00 am
Alalla ignores her and continues on. She can make it. She has to.
Last edited December 6, 2018 3:01 am
Dec 6, 2018 3:10 am
Vincent cuts at guard 1 and tries to punch guard 2 in the throat, but ineffectively hits armor. Guard 1 staggers a bit from the blow which hit harder than it should have, and gives the guard a little shock too. Vincent raises his sword higher in defense and exudes a calm that is a little scary. "You are their leader. Their failures are yours."

Guard 1 takes 11 damage and needs to make a DC 14 con save or be stunned (1ki point spent). Another ki point spent to take dodge action. +2 AC for making an unarmed attack.

HP: 87/81
AC:20(+dodge)
Last edited December 6, 2018 3:43 am

Rolls

Sword vs G1 - (1d20+11)

(14) + 11 = 25

Fist vs G2 - (1d20+10)

(6) + 10 = 16

Damage to G1 - (1d10+5, 1d4)

1d10+5 : (6) + 5 = 11

1d4 : (3) = 3

Dec 6, 2018 3:11 am
The voice chokes off. Alalla finds the doorway and steps through. Her feet immediately bump against a body on the floor.
Dec 6, 2018 3:14 am
Alalla crouches down, trying to identify the person and see if they are breathing. "Is anyone else here?!"

Rolls

Medicine - (1d20+1)

(3) + 1 = 4

Dec 6, 2018 3:15 am
The arrows hit with uncanny force, splintering the door's frame along the hinges, and it topples forward. Smoke from the hallway pours into the now-open room, and Zenithral is nearly skewered as a sword dives at his chest. Just in time, the sword's owner pulls it back. Lord Ulbrec stands there, blood running from a gash in his temple, but he holds his weapon with determined strength. Behind him upon a bed is his wife, Lady Elytharra. A wound in her stomach bleeds profusely.

Ulbrec coughs as the smoke hits his face. "Thank the Watcher! I don't know who you are, but you're no orc. Help me get my wife out of here!"
Dec 6, 2018 3:21 am
As Alalla checks the body, it suddenly grabs her arm. Though the hand is slight and feminine, its grip is like iron. Elytharra sits up easily and looks Alalla in the eyes. "You put your own life at risk to save this woman, but you do not heed when I ask you to save millions. This is most troubling, yes?"
Dec 6, 2018 3:32 am
Alalla grits her teeth as bloodlust rises up in her throat. It only barely hides the icy spike of fear. She chokes both down.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you," she says, voice neutral, "but you never asked me to save anyone. You only told me to bring you an army. You haven't told me anything about your plans, or your 'better way.'"
Last edited December 6, 2018 3:33 am
Dec 6, 2018 3:34 am
Zenithral nods curtly. "Open the window!" he orders as he rushes to the bed and places glowing hands on Lady Elytharra and helps her to her feet. (She regains 13 hit points.) "Come, we must leave before the building collapses!"

Are there any assassins on this side of the building? he asks Fluphy as he helps her to the window. He tells Fluphy his location.
Last edited December 6, 2018 3:34 am
Dec 6, 2018 3:36 am
Lord Ulbrec throws open the window, letting more smoke out into the air.

Lady Elytharra gasps as her stomach reknits itself under Zenithral's healing touch. As he helps her to the window, Fluphy toots around just outside. There are no orcs outside, but the flumph warns Zenithral just in time of the returned orc assassin coming through the door behind him.


Zen, roll initiative!

Rolls

Assassins stealth roll - (1d20+5)

(6) + 5 = 11

Orc assassin initiative - (1d20+3)

(10) + 3 = 13

Dec 6, 2018 3:41 am
Zenithral spins around, shooting three radiant arrows, killing the orc in an instant. He jumps and tucks out the window. He spreads his wings, hovering, and stretched out his arms, ready to help Lady Ulbrec out the window and to the ground.

(If Lord Ulbrec doesn't look like he can climb out safely in time, Zenithral will yell at him to jump and either try to catch him or use Martyr's Empathy to take the fall damage for him.)

75/92 HP
AC 19
Last edited December 6, 2018 4:08 am

Rolls

Initiative (YOU WILL NOT KILL THESE PEOPLE) - (1d20+3)

(4) + 3 = 7

UGGHH (Inspiration) - (1d20+3)

(11) + 3 = 14

DIE (Longbow 1) - (1d20+12)

(12) + 12 = 24

MORE DIE (Longbow 2 & 3, Sharp) - (1d20+7, 1d20+7)

1d20+7 : (12) + 7 = 19

1d20+7 : (10) + 7 = 17

Damage DIE - (3d8+48)

(234) + 48 = 57

Dec 6, 2018 3:53 am
Elytharra sighs. She seems completely unbothered by the smoke and heat. "You are correct. I have been a poor teacher, yes? And that is why I must remedy the situation. You must learn." Her grip tightens on Alalla's arm.

Alalla, make a DC 22 Charisma save, please. Oh, and with disadvantage.
Dec 6, 2018 3:55 am
Alalla gasps as she feels a strange wrenching feeling from within. Out of reflex she summons her glaive and tries pull away from Poquelin's grip.
Last edited December 6, 2018 4:17 am

Rolls

Oh crap (CHA save disadvantage) - (1d20+2, 1d20+2)

1d20+2 : (14) + 2 = 16

1d20+2 : (8) + 2 = 10

Dec 6, 2018 4:15 am
With Zenithral's help, the mayor and his wife make it to the ground safely in the rear of the town hall.

Ulbrec coughs and puts an arm around his wife. "Thank you, soldier. You showed tremendous courage and skill. By the Watcher's Eyes, I would ask you another favor. Please, help us get to the palisade. I must know if the walls still stand!" He gestures to Zenithral's wings. "Please, with all haste!"
Dec 6, 2018 4:25 am
OOC:
Timey-wimey, Zenithral leaves the town hall (to go to the palisade or elsewhere) before Alalla arrives.
Alalla's glaive does not answer her call. And then, with a pit in her stomach, she understands. Somehow, she knows that the glaive is in Erevain's hands... and he will not release it.
[ +- ] Erevain's Eldritch Knight Weapon Bond
Elytharra - Poquelin - nods as if in comfort. "You cannot blame your husband for this. He vowed to save you, and you vowed to let him, yes? He keeps his word. You should be proud. Farewell, Alalla. Learn well."
[ +- ] Plane Shift
Alalla vanishes from this world.

The town hall collapses in a fiery inferno.

Left alone outside, Ras once again witnesses a building collapse upon one of his beloved friends.
Dec 6, 2018 4:32 am
Zenithral gasps from the exertion of the rescue and fight. He shakes his head. "My flight is fading, and I'm not strong enough to carry anyone faster than we can walk. But I will escort you," he knocks an arrow and leads the way, asking Fluphy to keep an eye out behind them.
Last edited December 6, 2018 4:33 am
Dec 6, 2018 4:41 am
You idiot girl. Her mind speaks derisively into the yawning pit opening in her stomach. You've always known that you're not allowed to have feelings. She barely notices the feeling of being banished from the plane. The pit has spread its numbness throughout her whole self. You've always known. And this is why.
Last edited December 6, 2018 4:42 am
Dec 6, 2018 5:01 am
OOC:
Alalla's timeline continues here...
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