Cryshal-Tirith

Jun 16, 2019 1:44 pm

Alalla strikes out with her glaive against the drow. He is quicker than she thought, but she manages to disarm him with a strong smack to his hand.

Action Surge. Nym takes 18 slashing damage and loses his rapier. Al will use whatever she has left to kick it away from him, or pick it up, if she can.

HP: 92/154
AC: 20

Last edited June 16, 2019 1:51 pm

Rolls

Attack 1 - (1d20+10)

(11) + 10 = 21

Attack 2 - (1d20+10)

(16) + 10 = 26

Damage - (2d10+5)

(85) + 5 = 18

Nym strength save to keep his rapier - (1d20+1)

(14) + 1 = 15

Attack 3 - (1d20+10)

(10) + 10 = 20

Jun 16, 2019 2:18 pm

Nym’s rapier skitters across the hall. The drow tucks backward into a roll and rushes to retrieve it, but finds that Alalla’s compulsion keeps him from reaching it. He turns with a scowl and flicks his hands. Two daggers slip from bracers on his forearms into his hands. Then he ducks his head, and the hood of his cloak falls over his face.

He vanishes from sight.

Nym
HP: 105/123
AC: 24

Jun 16, 2019 2:21 pm

As Alalla swings her glaive in the seemingly empty room, fear settles into her freshly started dragon heart. She almost died a second ago. What is she thinking? She has died twice already! This is futile, and she knows it.

But she's committed. She mutters a prayer to Torm and her glaive alights with power. Her last swing hits the drow and he begins to glow, becoming visible once more.

Al uses branding strike. Nym takes 24 slashing damage and 12 radiant damage. Nym is now visible and sheds dim light in a 5-foot radius and can't become invisible until the spell ends. Due to her fumble, Al is frightened of all enemies for 3 rounds. Nym must make a strength save or lose a dagger.

Last edited June 16, 2019 2:40 pm

Rolls

Attack 1 disadvantage - (1d20+10, 1d20+10)

1d20+10 : (8) + 10 = 18

1d20+10 : (13) + 10 = 23

Attack 2 - (1d20+10, 1d20+10)

1d20+10 : (5) + 10 = 15

1d20+10 : (1) + 10 = 11

Attack 3 - (1d20+10, 1d20+10)

1d20+10 : (14) + 10 = 24

Damage - (2d10+5, 2d6)

2d10+5 : (109) + 5 = 24

2d6 : (16) = 7

Damage reroll - (1d6+6)

(6) + 6 = 12

Fumble - (1d100)

(76) = 76

Rounds frightened - (1d4)

(3) = 3

Jun 16, 2019 3:13 pm

Nym’s outline appears lit in magical radiance. He curses and pulls something from his belt. It seems to be some kind of black felt disc. He holds it up threateningly.

"This is a portable hole. I drop it here, under us, and we both fall in. And that lovely little bag of holding I gave you? Extra-dimensional spaces don’t mix well. It will destroy both items and dump each of us into the Astral Plane. I have a means of getting myself out of that particular mess. Do you? What use will you be to your friends, and who will stop Belhifet?"

Nym readies his action.

Rolls

Nym Str save - (1d20+1)

(18) + 1 = 19

Jun 16, 2019 3:19 pm

Al's throat clenches in fear but she ignores it. She raises an eyebrow. "And your alternative proposal?"

Jun 16, 2019 3:36 pm

Nym’s outlined shoulders rise and fall in a shrug. "That we stop trying to kill each other, obviously. And look. That coffer? If we close it around the floating crystal we saw in the other room it should dampen its power and destroy the tower."

Erevain

Jun 16, 2019 3:37 pm

"Do not listen to him!" Erevain steps through the mirror, his face twisted in concern and fear. And shame. "He is a drow, and you cannot trust anything he says!"

Alalla’s husband walks up to the two, hands raised. "He won’t do it, my love. He doesn’t have any way to get back from the Astral Plane."

Jun 16, 2019 3:39 pm

"What are you doing here?" Nym looks back and forth between Alalla and Erevain, then let’s out a low whistle. "Ouch."

His hand still holds the disk at the ready.

Jun 16, 2019 4:01 pm

A spike of pain comes at seeing Erevain here, but it fades quickly. It was old pain. Pain she already dealt with after deciding to keep a sure spy with her after Targos. Pain she dealt with the moment he left to scout. She did this to herself.

Alalla gives Erevain a level look. "Trust him? Did you miss the part where he sent me into Poquelin's arms to die? Let alone everything else. I'm offended at how little credit I'm getting here. Honestly, Nym. You're the only one surprised."

She looks between the two elves. This is not the garbage she signed up for when she left Easthaven with Halla. Will it ever be as simple as killing monsters again? She is so, so tired. "Well? One last chance to make your case. Both of you. Honestly, a trip to the Astral Plane sounds almost pleasant, but I know a dragon who would pay nicely for a certain drow head."

Jun 16, 2019 4:11 pm

Nym chuckles. "Ah, yes. Aeri is such a -"

Erevain

Jun 16, 2019 4:15 pm

Faster than a cobra, Erevain grabs Nym by the throat.

"You thought you were clever."

That is certainly not Erevain’s voice. "You thought you’d planned for everything."

Nym’s legs leave the ground to kick futilely in the air as ‘Erevain’ grows taller. More muscular. Glowing cracks appear in his skin and leathery wings sprout from his back.

Rolls

Vs Nym (4 attacks, adv) - (2d20+15, 2d20+15, 2d20+15, 2d20+15)

2d20+15 : (1120) + 15 = 46

2d20+15 : (116) + 15 = 32

2d20+15 : (1210) + 15 = 37

2d20+15 : (1614) + 15 = 45

Dmg to Nym - (5d6+34, 2d8+8, 2d10+8)

5d6+34 : (32224) + 34 = 47

2d8+8 : (54) + 8 = 17

2d10+8 : (77) + 8 = 22

Belhifet

Jun 16, 2019 4:23 pm

Then the fully-transformed Belhifet holds the drow just in front of his infernal, horned head. "Know this as you die, drow. You are weak. You are pathetic. And you are no match for an archdevil of Baator."

Belhifet opens his jaws and bites down on Nym, then rips him in half.

Jun 16, 2019 4:28 pm

As soon as 'Erevain' speaks, Alalla bolts for the mirror. She mutters the command and jumps through.

Last edited June 16, 2019 4:29 pm

Rolls

Where to? - (1d10)

(10) = 10

Belhifet

Jun 17, 2019 6:10 pm

The last thing Alalla notices before diving through the mirror is Belhifet poking through Nym’s pieces, looking for something. "You should have taken the deal, drow..."

Jun 17, 2019 6:10 pm

And then Alalla is through the mirror-portal. This room is not so large as the previous hall, and its walls are all made of crystal. In stark contrast to the beautiful prismatic colors, however, are spiked chains draped across the floor and hanging from the walls.

In one corner of the room is a prison cell, where Everard, priest of Tempus, Direhar of the Order of the Broken Blade. The older man’s face is haggard and bloodied, no doubt from the torture Belhifet has been inflicting on him.

Everard

Jun 17, 2019 6:14 pm

Everard looks up blearily. "Alalla? No... It cannot be." He tries to rise up, but his old war injury causes his leg to give way and he crumples. "I will not trust this face you wear, devil!"

Jun 17, 2019 6:20 pm

"Yeah, I get that. I'd prove it but I don't have time." Alalla examines the cell. Picking a weak spot she kicks the door of the cage, trying to bash it open, but she doesn't manage more than a dent. She curses heavily. "I've got basically three more seconds before I have to go. Are there keys or something?

Last edited June 17, 2019 6:46 pm

Rolls

Athletics - (1d20+10)

(2) + 10 = 12

Inspiration reroll - (1d20+10)

(5) + 10 = 15

Shelur

Jun 17, 2019 8:00 pm

"Alalla..." The voice is from a cherished time in her past. Between her and the mirror stands Shelur, Alalla’s mother, just as she remembers her. But the look on Shelur’s face is sad - ashamed, even. "What have you done to yourself? I see none of myself in you, child." The words are in Orcish, spoken with the exact inflections that colored her mother’s voice all that time ago.

"You must not have loved me, after all."

Even though Alalla knows the fault for her appearance is not hers, she cannot help but feel horrible shame. It starts in her gut as a cold wound, then spreads to her heart as fear.

OOC:

Alalla is frightened for the next round, and loses a hit die.

Rolls

Al wis save DC 14 - (1d20+1)

(12) + 1 = 13

Everard

Jun 17, 2019 8:08 pm