Seeker Eternal

Jul 5, 2023 11:10 pm

"I've ssseen bigger maggotsss, you little worm," Natrix hissed as her winged boots took her to the air and away from the slitherer. With a flick of her staff, the slitherer was engulfed in an icy blast!

OOC:

Casting Cone of Cold from the Staff. DC 17 CON save. Slimey takes 8d8 cold damage on a failed save or half as much damage on a successful one.

Rolls

Cold damage - (8d8)

(82155145) = 31

Jul 6, 2023 8:01 am

[ +- ] Status (Round 2)

The huge worm bellows in pain and rage, as the frost from the staff's spell engulfs it. It rises up as far as it can reach into the air, but falls to connect with the crafty Trickster.

OOC:

Its your turn...

Rolls

CON save - (1d20+4)

(10) + 4 = 14

Jul 7, 2023 3:15 am

"Freeze, now sssizzle!"

Natrix's staff reversed polarity to call down a fiery sphere onto the wurm!

OOC:

Casting a 5th level Fireball from the Staff! DC 17 REF save. Slimey takes 10d6 fire damage on a failed save or half as much damage on a successful one.

Rolls

Fire damage - (10d6)

(3562431213) = 30

Jul 7, 2023 7:08 am

[ +- ] Status (Round 3)

First ice and now fire, the big spiky worm's hating life, as it can't fly to retaliate.

OOC:

Your turn again...

Rolls

DEX save - (1d20+1)

(3) + 1 = 4

Jul 7, 2023 6:37 pm

She'd been flashy but now Natrix had to conserve her staff's strength. Though she still used it as a focus, the power which flowed through her staff was her innate magic: a beam of fire aimed right at the worm's maw!

"Sssizzle!"

OOC:

Fire Bolt cantrip!

Rolls

Fire Bolt attack, fire damage - (1d20+10, 3d10)

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

3d10 : (735) = 15

Jul 7, 2023 11:23 pm

[ +- ] Status (Round 4)

The giant worm thrashes and chews up some of its surroundings to put the fire out burning in it mouth.

OOC:

Your turn again...

Jul 8, 2023 2:05 am

"Why do you attack me, worm?!"

Natrix decided to be a bit less cautious after all.

"Crackle!"

A lightning bolt shot from her staff to electrify the beast!

OOC:

Casting a 5th level Lightning Bolt from the Staff! DC 17 REF save. Slimey takes 10d6 lightning damage on a failed save or half as much damage on a successful one.

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Rolls

Lightning damage - (10d6)

(1166563651) = 40

Jul 8, 2023 5:14 am

[ +- ] Status (Round 5)

The massive Spikeworm tries to evade the incoming bolt of lethal electricity. It dives to one side, as it is hit by a glancing strike and...

Five nights ago...

There was a peaceful serenity in a pleasant mature, feminine, mocha-toned face wreathed in pure black locks. Yuan-Ti, her kind is. Pureblood is the name given to those, like she, who walk upon two legs. Emerald green eyes, snapped open of a sudden—breaking the calm in the place Natrix had chosen this fateful night to rest her head.

Was it a sound that had awakened her or simply a feeling that something was off in the stillness of this night?

Then it came—a whisper unlike another she had ever heard. Calling her name...

"Natrix Xenodon. You are chosen above all of your realm. The multiverse needs Champions once more."

The awakened sleeper rises to a sitting position and peers into the shadowy vacancy of her surroundings, but sees nothing amiss—nothing out of place.

"Seek out the legendary Shrine of the Dead God, Kwll. Defeat the guardian. Reveal the gate."

The Yuan-Ti listens, as the disembodied powerful whisper speaks yet again. She rolls out of her resting place, takes up the half spent candle in its holder at the side of her bed, and takes a few cautious steps in the direction of the voice.

"Find the key. Unlock the Dark Eye of Oblivion. Enter the City on the Edge of Forever. Destiny awaits the Champions Eternal..."

Something catches the alert Yuan-Ti's eye in her periphery. She turns to see a mirror hanging before her a short distance away and brings the illumination of the candle up to better see the reflection within. What she sees there catches her off-guard and causes her to drop the holder, with its lit candle. The face looking back at her from the flat surface is not her own, but that of a bald male Cyborg—flawless porcelain skin showing traces of gold beneath and penetrating silver eyes.

As the candle hits the floor, Natrix is startled awake. She turns and notices the candle and its holder are no longer at the side of her resting place, but on the floor. The smoke from its extinguished wick twirls upward, like a fleeting spectre, into the air...

OOC:

Please post a description of your character. This is a spotlight to give everyone a proper look at all the PC players in our story. Include where they are at in this moment, reactions to what just happened, and who, if anyone, is with them asleep in, on, or near the bed.

[ +- ] What Natrix knows

Rolls

DEX save - (1d20+1)

(19) + 1 = 20

Jul 16, 2023 9:14 pm

The dream was more real than most but fortunately not as lethal as a few could be. Whose face had that been, partly metal, partly real?

Next to Natrix, her enemy with benefits slept soundly. Like her, he was also a Yuan-Ti pureblood, blessed (or cursed) with an almost human appearance. They were the lowest of their species, those who looked and smelled most like the dirty apes. At least she didn't find him as repulsive as higher castes would.

Guests weren't usually allowed in a Tower of High Sorcery, especially not a guest who was a notorious spellsword assassin for the forces of chaos. Natrix had her ways and had a bit of leeway with her Lords of Neutrality patrons, and that was just enough leeway for her lover to slip in and spend the night. They'd met when her former masters, Yuan-Ti Lords of Chaos, sent him to kill her for defection and the murder of her insane former handler. The two found fighting between the sheets preferable to fighting to the death, and so their relationship began. Natrix briefly wondered if she could tell him of her dream but dismissed the notion. He didn't speak of his work unless it directly affected her, so she wouldn't mention this oddity unless it became a problem for him, too.

She rose silently from the bed, her bare bronze skin beautiful in the moonlight, her black hair flowing down to the middle of her back. She opened her third eye once she reached the fallen candle, not truly expecting to find any magical residue but she had to be sure. If there was nothing, she'd wake him up for more carnal sparring. If there was something, the sparring could wait. She hoped for nothing.

Jul 17, 2023 8:01 pm

Natrix indeed finds nothing else amiss in the chamber and nothing out of the way about the mirror.

"Trix?" Came the familiar voice of Dmetrio from the bed. "Unless we are under attack by phantom assassins, come back to bed."

The sparring, it seemed would continue a bit longer this night.

Jul 17, 2023 8:16 pm

By the rise of the day's next light, Natrix said her farewell's and was off to seek out this shrine revealed in her dream. The thick tropical jungle surrounding the city of Nazim gave way in due course to the Steppes of Valcor, with their long abandoned cave abodes dotting the heights of the variegated strata of ages. Reaching the top, she crossed the blighted plains of Nothaag, where once a thousand year past a terrible war had corrupted the landscape for eternity.

Beyond the plains, Natrix spotted a lone hillock, not unlike a weathered step-pyramid, It is for here that she set her steps and finally reaches the base. A set of broken stone stairs wound upwards. The way was overgrown with weeds and dotted with remnants of a once majestic temple that stood atop. Determined, Natrix climbed.

Jul 17, 2023 8:31 pm

Fall of the Guardians
...or the End of the Beginning

The massive Spikeworm tries to evade the incoming bolt of lethal electricity. It dives to one side, as it is hit by a glancing strike and...

......it suddenly hardens like stone from within and explodes!

The surprising blast sends pieces and shards in all directions, as Natrix watches from a safe distance.

Jul 27, 2023 8:48 am