The Triad

Sep 22, 2020 11:26 pm

Zenithral nods at Alalla's suggestion. He turns away from the performance and approaches an eladrin who seems like it might be amiable enough.

"Excuse me," he tries softly, in elvish. "My companions and I aren't from around here, as you can likely tell. You see, we are...well, looking for an audience with Correlon---and not the performance kind. How might we do that?"

Araklusta

Sep 23, 2020 12:34 am

Re: The Triad

Zenithral’s last words fall on a hushed courtyard, sounding almost like a shout in the sudden silence. He finds every eladrin staring at him in shock. The eladrin he spoke to gives a haughty scoff and steps away, leaving him the sole center of attention.

The eladrin with the flute opens his eyes and watches in grim solemnity as the maple leaf dances away on a sudden stronger breeze. He stands, graceful and princely as a hart. Then, rather than acknowledge the newcomer and his allies, the eladrin sighs and gives a bow. Once more polite applause comes from the audience, soft as the rustling of leaves.

With the concert over, the eladrin meander in small groups off to other areas of the gardens, leaving the companions alone with the one with the flute.

Ilvisar

Araklusta

Sep 23, 2020 12:34 am

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"Welcome," he intones, "to Arvandor. What is it… you…" His eyes flick across the party, taking in their gear. He doesn’t seem particularly impressed. He smirks, and the wind seems to chuckle. "...require?"

Alalla

gardensun

Sep 23, 2020 2:32 pm

Re: The Triad

Alalla carefully counts out her exhale and maintains her impassive face, grateful that her new freedom of expression among her orcish kin hasn't become habit.

The eldadrin and the man himself have left the group to make dangerous assumptions about him. But Torm can help. She opens her senses to the divine and examines the man addressing them.

Zenithral

Carcabob

Sep 23, 2020 2:34 pm

Re: The Triad

As all of the eladrin suddenly turn towards him, Zenithral stiffens. "Wow, you all have excellent hearing..." he says trying to turn the blunder into a compliment.

"Ah, my deepest apologies," Zenithral says with a deep bow. "We are...unaccustomed to ways here, but we would like to learn. We seek an audience with, well, the First of the Seldarine."

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Ilvisar

Araklusta

Sep 23, 2020 10:04 pm

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The smirk grows into a sneer. "You poor, lost souls have stumbled into Arvandor under false assumptions. I grant you one chance to leave - now." An imperious gust of wind sets his hair twisting in the air.

The eladrin waves his hand dismissively and turns away. Another eladrin dressed in fine armor seems to materialize out of the darkness and approaches. The eladrin with the flute raises an eyebrow. "Escort these... folk... back to the portal whence they came, and reprimand the guards there. They have shirked in their duty to keep the rabble out."

Araklusta

Sep 23, 2020 10:05 pm

Re: The Triad

Alalla's senses are nearly overwhelmed by what she perceives. Where a moment ago it was night, now her surroundings shine as though it is day. The ground itself radiates holy warmth, and the columns of the palace are even brighter. Even the air itself seems suffused with a righteous glow as it dances between columns and trees.

The wind. Before Alalla's eyes, the wind's light seems to form itself into a vaguely humanoid shape. It raises a hand and waves at her, and then gives an exaggerated bow, at the end of which she can make out just a hint of facial features.

It winks at her.

Then her senses return to normal.

Alalla

gardensun

Sep 23, 2020 10:24 pm

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Al isn't sure what she was expecting, but it wasn't that.

"We already have the First's audience," Alalla says to all listening. She hadn't wanted to speak, but it's too late now. "And we won't leave. Not until we've finished what the Triad has sent us to do.

We also have news of the portal beyond the field of flowers. Slaadi overcame your guard there, and were waiting for more meals to pass their way. We've taken care of them for you."

Alalla produces the tokens taken from the eladrin bodies: a pendant, a set of earrings, and an engraved belt buckle. She also takes out the Slaad head, and presents it--still covered--to the eladrin with the flute.

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Zenithral

Carcabob

Sep 23, 2020 11:08 pm

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"I'd pretend to act surprised, but I'm a terrible liar," Zenithral says dryly. "Regardless! We are humbled to be in your presence," he gives a genuine, but unpracticed bow. How did the Ruler of All Elves feel about against those of mixed blood?, Zenithral wondered. Did he already know the guards were eaten by slaadi? How omnipotent, really, were the gods?

Ilvisar

Araklusta

Sep 24, 2020 1:29 am

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Once again there is stunned silence in the courtyard, all eyes on the bloodied sack in Alalla’s hand.

The eladrin with the flute gapes. "Did you say Sla-"

Eladrin Guard

Araklusta

Sep 24, 2020 1:29 am

Re: The Triad

The eladrin guard nearby turns and lunges at Alalla, shedding its skin and becoming a large black slaad. "YOU’VE RUINED EVERYTHING!!!"

Araklusta

Sep 24, 2020 1:31 am

Re: The Triad

Round 1 Player Phase!

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Alalla

gardensun

Sep 24, 2020 1:37 am

Re: The Triad

"You had best pray you haven't ruined anything," Alalla says, face stormy, and draws her sword. Flaming steel once more cuts into froggish flesh, her blade strokes almost too quick to follow.

It feels good to cut into something awful and evil again, without worrying about whether or not she could have, or should have, tried harder to save them.

Death Slaad takes 66 slashing damage and 48 fire (or 24 after resistance). It must make a wisdom saving throw or be afraid of Al.

HP: 144/174
AC: 19

Last edited September 24, 2020 1:59 am

Rolls

Attack 1 - (1d20+10)

(1) + 10 = 11

Attack 2 - (1d20+10)

(11) + 10 = 21

Attack 3 - (1d20+10)

(13) + 10 = 23

Damage (2 attacks) - (2d10+10, 4d6)

2d10+10 : (107) + 10 = 27

4d6 : (4215) = 12

Attack 1 inspiration reroll! - (1d20+10)

(17) + 10 = 27

Damage - (1d10+5, 2d6)

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

2d6 : (55) = 10

Damage reroll - (1d10+32, 2d6+19)

1d10+32 : (3) + 32 = 35

2d6+19 : (45) + 19 = 28

ACTION SURGE ATTACKS - (1d20+10, 1d20+10, 1d20+10)

1d20+10 : (4) + 10 = 14

1d20+10 : (19) + 10 = 29

1d20+10 : (12) + 10 = 22

Damage - (2d10+10, 4d6)

2d10+10 : (39) + 10 = 22

4d6 : (4565) = 20

Superiority Die - (1d10)

(2) = 2

Superiority die reroll - (1d10)

(9) = 9

Zenithral

Carcabob

Sep 24, 2020 2:46 pm

Re: The Triad

How omnipotent, really, were the gods?

Not very, apparently.

"It seems you have an invasion on your hands, Master Flutist."

As Alalla unleashes her furious attacks, Zenithral reacts with swift, precise, movements. Though only half of his shots hit and the rest rocketing past harmlessly, the ones that hit burst with magical energy. One of his arrows shrouds in shadow, though peters out almost uselessly, likely at odds with the type of magic of the realm.

(Death Slaad takes 60 piercing damage, plus 2 psychic. He must make a DC 17 WIS save or be blinded beyond 5 feet next round.)

109/118 HP
AC 17

Last edited September 24, 2020 2:59 pm

Rolls

Longbow 1, 2, 3 (Sharp) - (1d20+9, 1d20+9, 1d20+9)

1d20+9 : (5) + 9 = 14

1d20+9 : (15) + 9 = 24

1d20+9 : (2) + 9 = 11

Action SUUURGE - (1d20+9, 1d20+9, 1d20+9)

1d20+9 : (7) + 9 = 16

1d20+9 : (18) + 9 = 27

Damage (3 hits) - (3d8+48)

(183) + 48 = 60

Shadow Arrow Psychic Damage - (2d6)

(11) = 2

Araklusta

Sep 24, 2020 3:13 pm

Re: The Triad

In moments the death slaad is cut down by this party of capable adventurers, having only managed to wound Alalla once (Al takes 19 damage). Eladrin come out from all corners of the gardens, delicate hands smoothing fine robes as they stare at the scene before them.

Rolls

Erevain vs Slaad (2 attacks) - (2d20+11)

(1215) + 11 = 38

Dmg to Slaad (slashing, thunder) - (2d8+14, 3d8)

2d8+14 : (62) + 14 = 22

3d8 : (343) = 10

Aribeth vs Slaad (3 attacks) - (3d20+9)

(14215) + 9 = 40

Dmg to slaad (piercing, radiant) - (2d6+5, 2d8)

2d6+5 : (64) + 5 = 15

2d8 : (34) = 7

Slaad vs Al (disadv) - (2d20+9)

(85) + 9 = 22

Slaad vs Al (2 attacks) - (2d20+9)

(913) + 9 = 31

Dmg to Al (slashing, necrotic) - (2d6+5, 2d6)

2d6+5 : (23) + 5 = 10

2d6 : (63) = 9

Araklusta

Sep 24, 2020 9:05 pm

Re: The Triad

The one with the flute clears his throat as if to begin speaking, but a rumble of thunder shuts him up. The wind swirls about the gathered people, then coalesces into a figure that can only be Corellon Larethian, god of the elves. Among all the eladrin and their lofty regards, the deity appears a hundred times more fine, grand, and graceful.

Corellon Larethian

Araklusta

Sep 24, 2020 9:06 pm

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"Enough, Ilvisar. For all the music you make, you still fear silence." The deity's voice is like honey on steel.

Ilvisar

Araklusta

Sep 24, 2020 9:06 pm

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The eladrin with the flute - Ilvisar, apparently - reddens and bows deeply.

Corellon Larethian

Araklusta

Sep 24, 2020 9:07 pm

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Corellon turns to the party and looks each of them in the eye. What each companion sees there is a stunning truth about the nature of the cosmos: the god of the elves has the heart of a child. Quick to love, yet able to throw a tantrum over the tiniest slight. A glint of mischief, but tempered by strange wisdom. A desire for freedom, to run and dance and play, even to fight. And the power of a god to make his whims reality.

The experience is surreal and alien, and yet somehow familiar, for every elf and half-elf carries this fey ancestry within them. Shards of the divine.

"I thank you all for handling the threat that even my own people did not see coming." Again that twinkle of mischief, and just the hint of a sly grin. "How can I, Corellon Larethian, repay such heroism?"

Alalla

gardensun

Sep 24, 2020 10:11 pm

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Alalla hates him. This god before them, this creature threw a tantrum that spurred on and helped worsen the suffering of herself and her people for as long as they've existed. Even the lives of Erevain and the other elves have been made more difficult by the feud he helped fuel.

Blood and pain, how she hates him. She must. Gruumsh demands it. An errant thought reminds her that her sword is still flaming in her hand, and Corellon is well within reach. She's cursed his name many times and now he's here in front of her.

Alalla lowers her eyes as she quenches the fire and sheaths her weapon. She bows low, putting her anger and hatred in its place, and prays one of the elf-blood will speak first.

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