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Post by Igordragonian on Aug 5, 2021 12:01:33 GMT -8
Qurrak see Daos fall. His eyes bulge. His rage grow, he start to see black spots in his view, his body heat rise, as he start to sweat bullets. His right eye start to have ticks. The minotaur lower his head again, want ro hurt the feytouched. kill. destroy. "RAAAghRH! DAOS!"
----- Attack LZE6gRev1d20+5
damage
1d10+51d20+5·1d10+5
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Post by GravityEmblem on Aug 6, 2021 6:27:00 GMT -8
Selena tries to bandage Daos' wounds, but ends up fumbling with the equipment and dropping it. As Meine looks over in concern of him, Cryfold takes the opportunity to brutally attack her, opening massive gashes in her skin. She tries to lunge at him in return, but he easily dodges and trips her up, sneering at her as she falls to the ground.
Qurrak, screaming in rage, savagely gores the Feytouched, throwing her across the room. She lands with a thud on the ground, bleeding everywhere. Not long after, Daos' eyes flutter open and her struggles to his feet--just as the King rushes into the room with a score of guards.
"There! The assassin has my daughter!" he cries out.
"And the other one is bleeding to death! She needs to be captured and interrogated!" Serpentine cries.
"And if you make one move, she dies," Cryfold says, pointing his sword at Meine, pinning her down with his boot.
"Bastard! Step away from my little girl!" Leonard screams.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Miss Serpentine makes a medicine check to revive Daos, failing. Cryfold hits Meine twice, for 8 and 4 damage. Meine strikes at Cryfold, critically fumbling and falling prone. Qurrak attacks the Feytouched, dealing 13 damage. The Feytouched falls. The Feytouched is looking a bit red from all her blood. Daos critically succeeds his Death Save, and is revived with 1 HP.
[OOC: A slight pause in the combat as the dice have accidentally engineered a moral quandary...]
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Post by Daos on Aug 6, 2021 15:40:40 GMT -8
Getting to his feet, clutching his side and spitting out a bit of blood onto the floor, Daos points at Cryfold--the arcane power from his previously readied spell still buzzing, almost aching to be released. "It's over," he tells the count. "The assassin is down. Your target still lives. Your plan has failed. All you have left now is your life. If you do anything to harm her, it is certainly forfeit. But if you surrender, and throw yourself on his majesty's mercy, you may yet survive this night."
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Daos will ready an action to blast Cryfold with Magic Missiles if he does anything other than surrender.
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Post by GravityEmblem on Aug 6, 2021 17:25:08 GMT -8
Cryfold scowls--but then his expression softens. "You're...you're right. There's no point in killing her." He drops his weapon and smiles smugly. "But there's something else I should tell you. I am a member of the Night's Breath."
The second he says the words, a blinding light erupts from his head, illuminating the whole room as he screams in pain. He falls to the floor, dead.
After a silence, Miss Serpentine sighs. "Well, that was pointless."
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Post by Daos on Aug 6, 2021 18:03:28 GMT -8
Daos lowers his hand, the energy cackling around it fading off as he lets go of the magic, allowing it to fade. He staggers forward a step, then drops to his hands and knees, still clutching at his wound. He didn't understand why Cryfold did any of what he did, including taking his own life. Perhaps he never would. "The fey-touched still lives. Someone should patch her up for questioning, hopefully before her own head explodes," he comments.
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Post by GravityEmblem on Aug 7, 2021 7:33:30 GMT -8
Serpentine approaches the Feytouched, who has shifted into a blue-skinned, Elf-like form. She frowns as she examines her body.
"...no. She's dead. If not killed outright by our minotaur friend, from her wounds shortly after." Serpentine mutters something under her breath (likely impolite) as the guards bandage Meine and lift her to her feet.
"...we need to apprehend Countess Cryfold," she says. "She's our only hope of getting anything out of this mess. Where are the nobles now, Leonard?"
The king stammers. "I, uh, they were...I think they headed to the main hall? In case they needed to--"
"Escape!" Serpentine interrupts, growling. "I expect she's long gone by now, but with any luck, we can capture her client. Come!" She dashes out of the room, with most of the guards following after her.
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Post by Daos on Aug 7, 2021 12:53:01 GMT -8
Daos forces himself to his feet, still a bit unsteady. Seeing that Meine is being taken care of, he limps after Serpentine; not sure what he can do to help in his condition, but willing to try.
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Post by GravityEmblem on Aug 9, 2021 5:34:24 GMT -8
As they reach the main hall, Miss Serpentine immediately scans the room and declares "The Lenkinshires are missing." Countess Kartop nods solemnly. "Yes, I know. As soon as I pointed out Countess Cryfold and her husband were missing, my daughter insisted she go after them. I did not see it fit to stop her." Countess Bartron stomps her foot. "How do we know she's not involved, too, and you're just covering for her!? None of us saw her leave!" "Because we were all too busy arguing over who tried to kill Miss Serpentine, and why!" the Duke snaps back. "Predictably, our old, wise friend Mina was the only one who actually paid attention!" "So...why would they want you dead, Miss Serpentine?" Countess Holfast asks. "Neither of them benefit, politically speaking, and by killing you, they destroy the Barrier and bring demons upon all of Foccu." "WHAT?!" Count Holfast exclaims. "Oh, come now, did anyone not know she cast the spell?" Countess Kartop asks. Nobody raises their hand. Miss Serpentine sighs. "So, why even try it?" Count Chess asks. "I'm afraid that's confidential," Serpentine says. "So you don't know?" says Countess Trunt. " Confidential," Serpentine says, more icily this time. "Wait! There!" Count Bartron cries, pointing to the path to the castle gates. Everyone looks and sees, escorted by a dozen guards, a tall, burly minotaur. In his hands, unconscious but largely uninjured, is... "Winnifred!" cries Countess Trunt, as she and Count Kintan rush towards the entourage. "What did you do to her, you--" "Calm down, my dear," Kartop says, slowly approaching as well. "The Minotaur are a noble folk. This one more likely protected your sister than attacked her. Is that correct?" The Minotaur nods. In a gruff voice, he says "Two humans on horseback knock out. Try to kill. Drove them off. Then guards blame me--'escort to king for judgement.'" He spits in vaguely the guards' direction. Qurrak recognizes him as Thssul, nicknamed Thistle, and the brother of his brother's widow. He's a good person at heart, despite his short temper.
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Post by Daos on Aug 9, 2021 19:51:29 GMT -8
Daos steps forward. "Excuse me, but the two humans on horseback...can you describe what they looked like?" he asks the minotaur.
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Post by GravityEmblem on Aug 10, 2021 7:03:22 GMT -8
He nods, handing Countess Lenkinshire to the guards. "Woman in blue cloth, man in black. And with ridiculous head-fur."
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Post by Daos on Aug 10, 2021 13:25:53 GMT -8
"That sounds like Countess Cryfold and Count Lenkinshire," Daos notes. "It would seem he is her accomplice, or is being coerced into helping her through either mundane or magical means."
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Post by Igordragonian on Aug 10, 2021 15:35:06 GMT -8
Qurrak's horns covered in blood which dripped to his face and torso.
The minotaur cowered with pants as he tried to calm down. He made sure... Daos was a alive.
His ears perked up as he has recongnised a voice and then a face. He gotten up.
"Thssul?" He turn to him shocked to see him here.
edit:Qurrak is exausted.
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Post by GravityEmblem on Aug 11, 2021 6:51:19 GMT -8
Thssul nods gravely. "Yes, Qurrak. It was to speak to you that I even stepped foot in the human lands." He turns to the rest of the people, and says "But this is a Minotaur manner. We must speak alone."
"And leave you two unsupervised in the middle of a crowded city?" snaps a guard, but Miss Serpentine shoots him a glare.
"Do as he says. As for you, Daos, I have a small mission for you," she says, handing him a pouch of gold. "The Countess has taken quite a blow to the head. She needs a healing potion within the next hour or so if the wound is to recover properly. There's a shop in town called the Al's Chemist--it's run by an Elf by the name of Alliver. There's a big sign, you can't miss it--hup to it!" she says, pushing him in the direction of main street before he has the chance to object.
Daos:
Sure enough, a building on main street has a prominent sign shouting out "Al's Chemists--Finest Potions In Foccupolis!"--then in fine print, the clause "Made by an Elf. And not imported from the Elven Lands."
Qurrak:
Thssul does not mince words. As soon as the guards and nobles head inside, he bluntly says "You have failed, Qurrak. My sister has given up on you."
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Post by Daos on Aug 11, 2021 14:10:15 GMT -8
Despite his own grievous injuries, Daos doesn't hesitate to do what it takes to save the life of another. He hurries to the chemist as quickly as he can, stepping inside. "Hello?" he calls out to whoever is around. "I need a healing potion, quickly. A woman's life is in danger!" He holds up the coin purse Serpentine gave him.
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Post by GravityEmblem on Aug 13, 2021 8:04:23 GMT -8
An Elf sighs from behind the counter, taking the bag and pouring it out on the counter. "Slow down, will you? Elsh, kids these days..." (Physically, he's about as old as Daos is) "What sort of injury? If it's a head injury, she'll nee something a little more potent," he says, counting out the gold.
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