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Post by Igordragonian on Oct 3, 2020 22:18:38 GMT -8
"Foolish soft skin hatchling!" Zakkoth curse. 'I almost died for this one, and now he waste his life! How foolish I was!' The draconian hiss, holding the broken holy symbol in prayer... To himself? That somehow... his godly will alone would save the foolish human
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Post by Zero Prime on Oct 4, 2020 5:48:50 GMT -8
Caelin Valaerys, pariah of TarkhisisHP: 17 of 18 | AC: 15 | Perception: 15 | Insight: 17 | Inspiration: 0 Conditions: None.Caelin slipped beneath the massive blade of the dragonspawn, he knew it was a matter of time, he just hoped that his sacrifice hadn't been in vain. That he'd successfully traded his life for Markuth's family ... he knew he needed to make the creature feel as though he had earned a victory and he wasn't going to be able to do that by fighting as Conard or Perceval would, he needed to be cunning, to use his wits, to take the advantage and to press it. Dagger still in hand, he unclasped the thick, heavy cloth cloak he had taken from the draconian cultists earlier in the knight. He circled his opponent, until he felt the wind at his back, he then flung the cloak up, letting the wind grab it, swirl it around his opponent's face, and then pulled back on it, hoping to blind him with the cloak, and pull him off balance in the slippery mud. {Out of Character Actions}OOC: Move action to stay in melee range, but move behind him, then an attack action to wrap the cloak around his head, snapping his head back while driving my body weight into the back of his knees, hopefully leaving him in the mud, Prone and maybe Blinded until his next turn. I don't know if it's even a thing, but I am not going to win by standing and banging with this guy and his double attacks. It *sounds* like an Acrobatics check, or you could use a naked D20 roll and adjudicate based on that. So, Acrobatics (maybe?) 1d20+6= ;ZkXVIeuV1d20+6. Maybe that will give me some advantage that carries over to my turn next round.
Fact I can't roll over 10 hurts me too. 1d20+6
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Post by Daos on Oct 4, 2020 12:24:38 GMT -8
Caelin attempts to fling his cloak up into the dragonspawn's face, but Langedrosa easily sidesteps it, then swings his sword again. The rogue is able to dodge it, but is cut and bloodied by the second slash. Cyanwrath grins sadistically. He has yet to take a single wound, and hasn't even employed his breath weapon yet.
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Initiative Order Langdedrosa Cyanwrath: 17 Caelin: 13
Round 03!
Langdedrosa Cyanwrath uses multiattack. He swings his great sword at Caelin [AC 15] (1d20+6): 4+6 = 10, miss. He then swings his great sword at Caelin [AC 15] again (1d20+6): 11+6 = 17, hit for (2d6+4): 2,4+4 = 10 slashing damage. akNdLCnN1d201d201d61d6 1d20·1d20·1d6·1d6
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Post by HorizonsDream on Oct 4, 2020 19:17:31 GMT -8
Eliana sucks in a deep breath as she watches Caelin struggle in this battle. It take every fiber in her being to not run down there to help him (even though she knows she wouldn't be of any real help). "Caelin!" she finally calls out. She isn't really sure what calling his name is going to do, except remind him that there are people that care about him, watching this whole scene unfold.
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Post by Zero Prime on Oct 5, 2020 5:19:25 GMT -8
Caelin Valaerys, pariah of TarkhisisHP: 7 of 18 | AC: 15 | Perception: 15 | Insight: 17 | Inspiration: 0 Conditions: None.The massive blade sliced deep into his hip, the pain flared like a brilliant light, bringing tears to his eyes. As the dragon spawn wrenched the blade from his hip, the young man staggered, the white hot flare of pain shooting up his leg as he circled around his foe. He laughed, a trickle of blood dribbling from his mouth, he looked to the two remaining captives. A month ago, he would have killed them himself, to remove the advantage his foes held over him, and here he was now, about to die for them. He only hoped that Cyanwrath, for all his cruelty, would honor his pledge and release them when he fell. He had attempted to use his speed to his advantage, to counter strength with quickness, and his foe seemed to anticipate such actions, he was a cunning fighter, a violent one, but now, with the blood from his hip flowing like a stream staining his leathers a reddish brown, his mobility had been robbed from him, he thought of Conard, of their argument prior to the night's defense of Greenest, how the young man had called him honorless, and willing to engage in tactics that were beneath his own, lofty, ideals. He hoped, somehow, that Conard would bear witness to his death, and realize why he refused to let Conard sacrifice himself. Though he refused to speak it, Conard reminded Caelin of what he could have been, had his future not been stolen by Takhisis, by Mondath, by this monstrosity in front of him. He surged forward, finding, somewhere deep inside himself a well of anger, of hatred, of betrayal, he tapped into it, throwing himself forward. A direct, savage attack, no subtlety, no cunning, no deception. Pure ferocity. He slammed into the creatures chest, looked into his face and spat a glob of his life's blood. His daggers a blur, stabbing, rending, at the weak points of his heavy armor, the neck, the armpit, the kidney, the groin. {Out of Character Actions}OOC: Move to engage while Dual wielding my daggers. Attack Action: 1d20+6= ;f7ZDxQii1d20+6. If successful, damage is 1d4+4= ;1d4+4. Bonus Action, off hand attack, 1d20+6= ;1d20+6, if successful, damage is 1d4= ;1d4. And that's it, let's hope I get the opportunity to deal a single HP of damage to him before dying. 1d20+6·1d4+4·1d20+6·1d4
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Post by Daos on Oct 5, 2020 15:00:23 GMT -8
The blood that Caelin spits manages to strike Cyanwrath in the left eye. When he takes a moment to wipe it away, Caelin strikes and while his second dagger only hits armor, the first one manages to find a chink and slide in. It doesn't do much damage or go in very deep; even without his armor, the spawn is covered in blue scales. But it does return with a bit of blood on it.
Langdedrosa doesn't even seem to feel it, and it's not until he spots the blood on Caelin's dagger that he even realizes it. He reaches to the wound, and his fingers return a bit moist. Then he starts to laugh. "Well, how about that? Little pup actually drew blood. Congratulations. Not many people can make that claim." His smile falls. "But now it's time to end this little game."
He swings his great sword, and Caelin ducks just in time to avoid being decapitated. But then the spawn reverses his momentum and slams the pommel right into Caelin's face. The world spins all around him. Darkness fills his vision. His final thought are of her emerald green eyes; he would never get to see them again.
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Initiative Order Langdedrosa Cyanwrath: 17 Caelin: 13
Round 04!
Langdedrosa Cyanwrath uses multiattack. He swings his great sword at Caelin [AC 15] (1d20+6): 4+6 = 10, miss. He then swings his great sword at Caelin [AC 15] again (1d20+6): 18+6 = 24, hit for (2d6+4): 6,1+4 = 11 slashing damage. Caelin falls. v_CSYTDU1d201d201d61d61d20·1d20·1d6·1d6
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Post by HorizonsDream on Oct 5, 2020 18:45:54 GMT -8
"Caelin!" Eliana cries out in horror. While she knew, deep down, that it would probably end this way, there was a very tiny shred of hope that maybe Caelin would be able to pull it off. Now it just seemed pointless. The whole duel was pointless. She rushes down to gather Caelin's body. The fight was over, so it wasn't as if the hostage would be killed if she went down to gather Caelin's body, but what did she know. She had never been in a situation like this before. Though, it doesn't stop her from glaring daggers at Cyanwrath and Mondath.
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Post by Daos on Oct 5, 2020 19:20:56 GMT -8
While Eliana is working her way down the ladder to the courtyard, Cyanwrath leans over to Caelin's body. He spits on the lad, then slams his blade right into Caelin's stomach, running him through. "That's for denying me a good fight," he says. He pulls his blade out of Caelin, leaving a nasty gut wound that will probably lead to a slow, agonizing death.
When Eliana shows up, he sneers at her, then turns away, gesturing to his kobolds. They release the woman hostage, who flees toward the keep's gates. She is quickly greeted by Markguth and her children.
Mondath joins Cyanwrath, and the two head off from town, into the darkness, their army marching after them, toward the southeast. The battle is, at long last, over.
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Cyanwrath stabs Caelin, who fails one death save automatically (0 pass, 1 fail).
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Post by HorizonsDream on Oct 5, 2020 21:40:24 GMT -8
"Ugly nasty bastard," Eliana says. She looks over Caelin's various wounds, and she honestly doesn't even know where to start, or if she should even start. Wasn't already too late? ~No, don't think like that. There is still a chance,~ she thinks to herself. She tears off the sleeves of her shirt, exposing the skin and patches of blue scales that she so carefully tried to keep covered, and uses the cloth to try to stop Caelin's bleeding, focusing mostly on the stomach wound. "Some healing or something better than my shirt would be nice!" She yells to whoever that can help her. It is then that she remembers she has a healing potion, so she pulls that out and gently pours the liquid into his mouth.
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Post by Daos on Oct 5, 2020 22:34:25 GMT -8
Caelin suddenly came to, coughing and sputtering. At first, he thought he was dead, but he had to imagine that death wouldn't be this painful. He looks up and sees those green eyes again, and can't believe that somehow, she had found him, saved him. But as he blinked in confusion, the woman's face changed. Her hair lightened in color, and blue scales appeared over half of her face. It wasn't her at all...it was Eliana kneeling over him. Looking around, he saw that Cyanwrath and Mondath were gone, as were the army.
Perceval, Conard, and Brina showed up soon after, to help carry him back inside the keep, where Markguth and his family waited.
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Eliana feeds Caelin a Potion of Healing, restoring (2d4+2): 1,2+2 = 5 HP. Caelin revives. yBDtE0tW2d4+2 2d4+1
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Post by Zero Prime on Oct 6, 2020 1:55:22 GMT -8
Caelin Valaerys, pariah of TarkhisisHP: 5 of 18 | AC: 15 | Perception: 15 | Insight: 17 | Inspiration: 0 Conditions: None.As his vision blurred, he knew Jhaera hadn't come for him, had not forgiven him, the near blinding pain in his core reminded him that he, somehow, still drew breath. He reached a hand up, brushed Eliana's face ... "Did he?" He coughed, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, "Are they?" Nausea washed over him as his companions lifted him up, he forced down the bile the was rising in his gorge, he closed his eyes, tried to force it down. Swallowed hard, coughed, sputtered, he turned away from Eliana and spat a glob of bloddy phlegm and closed his eyes, allowing his companions to carry him inside the walls of Nighthill's Keep.
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Post by Daos on Oct 6, 2020 15:38:10 GMT -8
As the others carry Caelin back into the keep, he is dimly aware of things going on around him. He hears Nighthill ordering his men to summon any healers they can find, and send scouts to the edge of town to make sure the army doesn't return. Markguth thanking him for saving his sister and her children. Escobert offering his own chambers for the party to rest in, instead of the basement dungeon they used before.
It's just a sea of swarming faces, as he's barely aware of what's going on around him. Eventually, they reach the steward's room and set Caelin down on the bed. A few healers arrive to look him over. He feels the occasional sharp pain as one of them pokes or prods at his injuries, asking "Does this hurt? How much?" After a time, they clean his wounds, apply some poultices, bandage him up, and depart. Only the party remains. It's hard to believe that all of this has happened only over a few hours. It is still night, and the sun won't rise yet for another few hours.
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It is now Early Watch (4 AM).
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Post by Igordragonian on Oct 6, 2020 16:02:18 GMT -8
Zakkoth is grim and silent. 'You foolish hatchling.' he hold his headless Takhisis symbol, and his hand glow with light, then he place his hand over Caelin.
'By my heart I judge you, to move you from the pain.' he wishper in draconic and heal him at least a bit.
----- Cure wounds
kx_wrsp71d8+21d8+2
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Post by HorizonsDream on Oct 6, 2020 20:06:26 GMT -8
Eliana hadn't realized she was holding her breath as Caelin began coughing up blood. She nearly doubled over him in joy, but she was able to contain herself, and she smiled down upon him. She gently placed her hand over his,,and nodded her head slightly in answer to his questions. "Bit rest is what you need now," she whispers to him before the others carry him away.
Once everything settles down, and she gets comfortable in the room provided, she looks to Zakkoth as she absently rubs her bow bare arms with her hands. Despite not saying anything, she feels very naked and vulnerable with her bare arms with scales showing. "Is this really the time?" She asks. "And besides, didn't you do something as equally as foolish earlier today?"
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Post by Igordragonian on Oct 7, 2020 11:53:20 GMT -8
"It always a good time to scold foolish hatchlings." Zakkoth said. 'And yes. I have no idea why I did it." He admit. "This oaf has reminded me of my youth at Neraka. I gotten sentimetal. It is a weakness... but only I judge myself. The Queen has forsaken me, so I have learned to worship my own heart." He explain, looking away. "I am at my reach of my powers right now. How pathetic.' He rant.
Only now he notice. "I do find your arms... beautiful. But I must admit, I never has seen scales before on your kind.'
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