Head Gamemaker Tanner Tuesday July 12th, 2016 12:25:45 AM
You cross the river and see the thin line more clearly in the grass. Someone has passed through recently. You pick a direction randomly and head north, following the trail. You likely figure that if the trail takes too long, your broom can quickly take you back the other way.
Head Gamemaker Tanner Tuesday July 12th, 2016 12:28:59 AM
The gamezone is suddenly rocked by an explosion. A brief suction tension in the air as pressure forces against your eardrums, followed by the deep rumblings of shifting earth and the cracking of breaking rock. Your gaze is drawn toward the east, where an enormous plume of gray-black smock billows into the sky. Red streaks of pyroclastic fire spray toward the heavens. The ground beneath you rumbles as a shockwave passes under your feet. A sharp, acrid smell fills the air.
A dull reddish glow is growing in the east.
Sesha Hp 120/88 AC 30/26/26 d20+20=32 ; d20+20=36 ; d20+14=24 ; Tuesday July 12th, 2016 9:43:51 AM
Sesha looks east. Can she tell how many game zones away the explosion and red glow are?
"Hm."
Continuing the chase could be dangerous. Enemies could start merging together and .. Sesha giggles.
"That's a problem for future me. Right now.."
She continues after the tracks.
Perception: 32 Stealth: 36 Survival: 24
Head Gamemaker Tanner Tuesday July 12th, 2016 11:36:40 PM
Sesha would estimate that the lava is not very far away at all. Worryingly close, in fact. (about 5 squares straight SE)
You follow the trail NE then E until it ends at the river. But, lo! You see across the river that the trail continues. And it's wet! You are traveling in the right direction. The tracks still look quite wet.
Sesha Hp 120/88 AC 30/26/26 d20+20=33 ; d20+20=22 ; d20+14=16 ; Wednesday July 13th, 2016 5:18:14 PM
Quietly, Sesha starts preparing herself for conflict. She stays the path and keeps tracking.
Perception 33 Stealth 22 Survival 16
Head Gamemaker Tanner Wednesday July 13th, 2016 11:37:51 PM
You race across the river and through the grasslands. There! To the north! You see a human female. She is quite tall -- easily six and a half feet -- and well-muscled with blonde hair and blue eyes. She wears chain armor and carries a greatsword.
Sesha Hp 120/88 AC 30/26/26 Thursday July 14th, 2016 1:19:14 AM
Sesha lazily drifts forward. She wasn't quite sure what to think. A greatsword. Armor. She has to push down excitement bubbling up within her. The last thing she wants is for this to immediately turn violent.
She yawns loudly and stretches out lazily on her broom, sort of like a cat on a ledge. She peers down and waves at the tribute. In her mind, Stab-stab screams for blood.
"Oy!", she shouts. "Speak Elven? Undercommon?" She tries both languages she knows, then cocks her head curiously, like a pup.
"Another blonde..", she thinks. "I wonder how she will looks with streaks of red.."
Head Gamemaker Tanner Thursday July 14th, 2016 11:40:07 PM
Let's say Sesha stops 60 feet above and 100 feet away. She sees no holy symbols and no spell component pouches. The human female has a bracer of javelins on her back. In fact, she's holding one in her hand and hefting it.
She calls out to you. You can tell it's Common, but you don't understand it. She seems cautious, but not overtly aggressive.
Sesha Hp 120/88 AC 30/26/26 d20+15=19 ; d100=11 ; Friday July 15th, 2016 11:55:29 AM
Sesha frowns.
She rolls over in the air a few times, doing little barrel rolls out of frustration. She yawns and sits sidesaddle on the broom. She points at the Javelin and shakes her head "no."
She casts a "Tongues" spell.
"Hey! You. There's a lot less tributes than there was when we started. Temporary team-up?"
Head Gamemaker Tanner Friday July 15th, 2016 11:14:06 PM
The large woman lowers her javelin, but keeps it in her hand. She calls out in a bellowing voice. "I am Ula Giantbreaker, shield-thane of Clan Ylfing. A warrior is strengthened by her companions. I hope you speak with honor. What is your name?"
Head Gamemaker Tanner Friday July 15th, 2016 11:21:57 PM
A roaring hiss reaches your ears. You turn and see that the lava has been swift, indeed. It has reached the river. The water bubbles and spits as molten globs of stone pour into it. Luckily, the advance seems to have stopped, but it does not look like the other side of the river is going to be available to anyone on foot. The air is thick with an acrid burning.
Sesha Hp 120/88 AC 30/26/26 Sunday July 17th, 2016 1:32:38 AM
Sesha looks at the Lava and shudders.
"It looks like the game-master is getting impatient."
Looking back at the Giantbreaker, she takes a deep breath.
"You've heard it a couple of times already. I'm Sesha."
She's quiet for a moment, then adds.
"Were gonna have to kill each other eventually. In the mean time, we can at least make sure one of us makes it to the end. Tell me about you. I'd like to figure out how we can best use each other."
She points at herself, hanging off the broom nearly upside down.
"I can heal. I can also augment, summon, and polymorph."
Head Gamemaker Tanner Monday July 18th, 2016 10:37:10 PM
The warrior women stows away her javelin and draws the greatsword at her back. It is easily six feet in length. She rests it on one shoulder. "I can cut three men in half with one swing. When I'm in my valkyrie prayer, of course."
Sesha Hp 120/88 AC 30/26/26 Monday July 18th, 2016 10:47:25 PM
Sesha claps happily and points at her dimples, smiling wide.
"Impressive! I'll be sure to stay away! What is a Valkyrie prayer?"
She waits for an answer, should one be forthcoming.
"So where have you been? I started dead center-north, and worked my way straight south to a series of caves. I found a druid and a blackguard paladin along the way. Neither were exactly someone I could get along with."
She looks back at the lava.
"The gamezone just shrunk, I imagine. Which way do you want to go?"
Head Gamemaker Tanner Tuesday July 19th, 2016 11:52:28 PM "The valkyrie's prayer is when I enter my battle lust, singing praises to the ancestors of old and bringing steel and blood and fear to my enemies."
ooc: It's their culture's way of saying 'barbarian rage.'
"I started in the southeast by the lava crag. That way looks buried now, and the river is stopping it. Every tribute is either burnt or on this side of the water. I say we head southwest and go hunting."
Head Gamemaker Tanner Tuesday July 19th, 2016 11:55:08 PM
With jarring suddenness, a moaning shriek erupts from the sky, seeming to come out of thin air. The noise sounds five times, echoing out across the gamezone. A polite, crisp female voice speaks in gigantic tones. ”Attention please. Attention please. Tributes, we are pleased to announce the valiant sacrifice of Tribute Zyletheus, who has burned alive in a lava flow. Their names will be honored and remembered. May the odds be ever in your favor.”
Sesha Hp 120/88 AC 30/26/26 d20+20=31 ; d20+20=30 ; d20+14=22 ; Wednesday July 20th, 2016 3:33:58 PM
Sesha nods and winks.
"Good idea, I think. Lets get to it. I'll keep an eye out from up here, my big strong lady-friend."
Perception: 31 Stealth: 30 Survival: 22
Head Gamemaker Tanner Thursday July 21st, 2016 9:48:00 PM
You and your barbarian friend continue southwest. You follow the river and see more lava boiling and hissing as it is cooled by the water. No signs of danger anywhere.
Sesha Hp 120/88 AC 30/26/26 d20+20=26 ; d20+20=30 ; Friday July 22nd, 2016 10:00:17 AM
Sesha sails through the air, it's earlier purity slightly tainted with sulfur and brimstone, like a bad flavor in a soup you can barely make out. She fusses with her skirts and flips her legs over her broom sidesaddle and calls down to the woman.
"Hey Ula! Tell me a story! Something about you or your people I guess. I was raised by a tribe too."
Perception: 26 Survival: 24
Head Gamemaker Tanner Friday July 22nd, 2016 11:30:12 PM "Ula will tell you her favorite story." The warrior woman clears her throat and lets the cadence of her marching set the meter for her tale.
"Hrormir Son of Hrorgar Summoned to the Court of Vjindak, Son of Vjinmore, King of Evensnow.
"Mighty caster of magic, I charge thee to go to Aelfendor, For its hoary Warriors do threaten my Land And bring forth their cousin Demons To terrify my People."
Hrormir Son of Hrorgar Heard the Words of Vjindak Evensnow. "By Icestaff, Surely I would help thee But I have already a Quest to drink Twelve Flagons of Mead in one Hour, And then to bed four Wenches, Twice each. So I must with grace decline."
The King he did not smile At Hrormir and his jolly Spirit. "By thine Honor Must thou aidest my Cause For must thou takest up the Sword Of thy Companion Darfang Who took the Quest and failed."
Hrormir laughed. "Now I know thou jest. My boon Mate Darfang wouldst not fail. There be no finer Bladesman. If thou chargest him, he wouldst not fall."
"I did not say he fell. He joined the Dark Kings of Aelfendor And by doing so dishonored Himself and thee, his Friend."
Hrormir could not believe the Words, And yet, he knew Eversnow Didst not lie. So for twenty Days and three rodeth he To the Land of Night, the Kingdom of Fear, Where the Peasants ever carried Candles Knowing what Evil awaiteth them Should they stray beyond the Glow. The Sovereigncy of three Dark Kings: Aelfendor.
There, Torch in Hand, didst Hrormir Pass through haunted Countryside And frightened Villages, And through the black Gates Of the blacker Castle of Aelfendor. The three Dark Kings didst sneer At the sight of mighty Hrormir And summoned they their Champion Darfang the Blade.
"My boon Companion!" Hrormir called in the Hall of Night. "I dare not trust my Eyes, For then I wouldst believe That thou hast joined with Evil, And turned thy Way from Honor And Brotherhood!"
"Hrormir!" Darfang the Blade didst cry. "If thou dost not go now, One of us must die, for I hate thee!" But Hrormir was battle ready, And in the echoing Halls of Night The Blade of Darfang And the Staff of Hrormir Didst strike again and yet again. Mighty Warriors and Mages both, The boon Companions now Foes, Shook Mundus with their War.
They might have fought for a Year If there were Sun in Aelfendor To mark Time, And either Hrormir or Darfang May verily have won. But Hrormir saweth through the Dark The Tears in the Eyes of his former Friend, And then he saweth the Shadow of Darfang Wert not his own. And so with Icestaff, he did strike Not Darfang, but his Shadow, which cried.
"Hold, Mortal Man!" The Shadow becameth the Hag, Bent and twisted, in her Cloak and Hood. From her faceless Shadows, she hissed. "Mortal Man called Hrormir The Soul of thy boon Companion Is my Plaything, But I will take thine in trade, For though ye both have strong Arms, Thou hast the more clever Mind Which my Sons the Dark Kings need For a Champion of Aelfendor."
Hrormir the brave didst not take a Breath Or pause before he boldly said. "Shadowy Hag, release Darfang, And thou mayst use me as thou will."
The Hag didst laugh and freed Darfang. "To save thine Honor this thou hast done, But now thou must be without Honor Mortal Man, as the Champion Of the Dark Kings, my Heirs of Gray Maybe, Thou must help them divide Aelfendor, And love me, Thy Shadowy Hag and thy Mistress well."
For his loss of Honor, And his dear Friend's Sacrifice, Noble Darfang prepared to take his Dagger And plunge it in his good Heart,
But Hrormir stayed his Brother's Hand and whispered. "No, boon Companion, Wait for me at the Village Banquet Hall." And then did Darfang the Blade leave the Castle While Hrormir took the withered Claw Of the Hag, and pressed it to his Lips. "Shadowy Hag, to thee I pledge To only honor thy black Words To turn my back on Truth To aid thy Dark Kings' Ambition To divide their Inheritance fairly To love thee To think thee beautiful."
Then to the Chamber in the Heart of Night Hrormir and the Hag did retire Kissed he there her wrinkled Lips And her wrinkled, sagging Breasts, For ten Days and Nights and three did Hrormir And his Icestaff Battle thus.
Then Sweet Kynareth blew honeyed Winds O'er the Hills and Forest Glens of Aelfendor, And the Caress of warm blooded Dibella Coaxed the Blossoms to wanton Display So that Aelfendor became a Garden Of all the Senses.
The frightened Servants of the Dark Kings Woke to find there was naught to fear And through the once dark Streets of the Village Came the Cries of Celebration. In the Banquet Hall of the Village Hrormir and his boon Companion Darfang Embraced and drank of rich Mead. The Shadowy Hag too was smiling, Sleeping still in her soft Bed, Until the morning Sun touched her naked Face And she awoke, and saw All, And knew All saw her. And she cried out: "Mortal Man!"
Night fell fast upon the Land As the Hag flew into the Banquet Hall Casting blackest Darkness in her Wake But all the Celebrants still could see Her Anger In her monstrous Face And they shook with Fear. The Hag had said the Kingdom was To be divided among her Heirs. But Aelfendor had been kept whole While her Children divided, Drawn and quartered. Hrormir was mightily amused.
He swallowed his Laughter In his Mead, For none should laugh outright At the Daedra Lord Nocturnal. Without her gray Cowl of shadowed Night, Her hideous Face forced the Moons To hide themselves.
Hrormir the mighty did not quail. "Wherest be thine Hood, shadowy hag?"
"Mortal Man hast taken it from me unaware. When I awoke, my Face unmasked, My Kingdom cast into the Light, My Dark King Heirs in Pieces cast, And here, my Champion smiles. Yet in truth, thou kept thy Promise truly, To never keep thy Promise true."
Hrormir Son of Hrorgar Bowed to the Hag, his Queen. "And evermore, 'Til thou releaseth me, will I serve thee so." "A clever Mind in a Champion Is a much overvalued Trait."
The Hag released Hrormir's Soul And he released her Hood. And so in the Light of darkest Dark, She left Aelfendor evermore. And after drinking twelve Flagons of Mead, And bedding four Wenches Twice each, Did Darfang return to Eversnow With Hrormir Son of Hrorgar."
Sesha Hp 120/88 AC 30/26/26 d20+20=29 ; d20+20=24 ; d20+14=24 ; Monday July 25th, 2016 8:31:02 PM
Sesha listens to the story, and continues following the barbarian womans lead. This was her favorite story? Was there something important about the relationship between the warrior and the...
Sesha leans over her broom and calls down.
""Ey! You aren't calling me a hag, are you? I mean.. like.. your the champion Hrormir and I'm the hag?" Sesha blushes and considers the much more masculine barbarian for a second.
"Or..Or am I a wench for you to bed? I'm staying on the broom, if that's the case."
They continue whatever direction Ula wants to go.
Perception: 29 Stealth: 24 Survival: 24
Head Gamemaker Tanner Tuesday July 26th, 2016 12:09:00 AM "Not at all! That is just my favorite story. It reminds me of home. What is your favorite story?"
Sesha Hp 120/88 AC 30/26/26 d20=5 ; d20=10 ; d20+14=26 ; Tuesday July 26th, 2016 9:44:02 PM
Continuing along, Sesha is a little troubled by the question. "Favorites" implied a choice with emotional value, and that wasn't something she was good at. She instead recalls the first one she remembers.
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"Once a young witch without a patron spirit found herself needing to cross a wide chasm with haste. She knelt and prayed for one whole day, begging a patron to aid her."
First came an old tree, rich in ancient power, but slow of foot and speed.
"Contract with me, and I can take you around the ends of the earth to the edge of this chasm. The pace is slow, but the result is assured."
The young witch refused, because time was of the essence. She prayed for an entire second day, and was approached by a rugged elemental.
"Contract with me. I can teach you to climb these chasms with great ease. You must do it yourself, as anything worth doing must be done yourself."
The young witch refused, because time was short and she wanted to be carried, not carry herself. She prayed for an entire third day, and was approached by a magnificent winged prince of demons.
"Form a contract with me young witch, and I shall soar across this chasm with you in my care, then release you to the other side."
The witch was reluctant.
"Can I trust you, she asked?"
"As much as one can trust a demon. I'll honor our contract and not lay claim to your soul until the day you die.", was the reply.
The girl climbed upon the demons back and they started their trip across the chasm. The wind was fierce, and the demon called out.
"Girl. You are hindering my wings. Crawl down lower to my waist."
The girl complied. Soon, the wind became more powerful.
"Girl. You are hindering my balance. Crawl under my chest, and let me carry you with my arms."
The girl complied, and was soon grasped in the powerful arms of the demon. As the neared the edge of the chasm, the winds died down. The demon carried her over to the other side, then dashed her against the rocks far below.
Twisted and bleeding, the girl cried out to the demon with her last breath.
"Why!?"
The Demon Prince replied. "Because I'm a demon, and I only promised to wait for your soul until the day you died."
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Sesha sighs, then looks down at Ula.
"The moral is that stupid girls die quickly, especially ones without patience or determination. There's never an easy way that worth pursuing."
She wasn't sure which emotion she should choose to accompany her tale, so she picks a smile, and beams as brightly as she can.
Perception: 25 Stealth: 30 Survival: 26
Head Gamemaker Tanner Tuesday July 26th, 2016 10:04:58 PM "Hmm..." The shield-thane scratched her chin after hearing the story. "I do not really know you, or your people, so I don't know whether you are strange, or your people are strange. Either way, your stories are very different than my stories."
Tanner ooc: That was a nice touch. ;)
But, lo! As you continue down the riverbank, you spy a set of tracks. Two sets of tracks in tandem! They appear to have crossed the river from the east and headed west.
Sesha Hp 120/88 AC 30/26/26 d20+14=24 ; d20+20=36 ; d20+20=30 ; Wednesday July 27th, 2016 1:46:10 PM
Sesha looks at the tracks and swallows hard. She can feel Stab Stabs excitement building in her mind, but there's something she needed to make sure of first.
"Hey Ula. There's tracks here and we're about to find someone soon. A pair of someone's maybe. Do you have some sort of prerequisite for fighting? You didn't attack me right away nor I you, but there's fewer tributes and only one person gets to leave alive. Can you go for the killing blow on a moments notice?"
Sesha will continue following the tracks.
Survival 24 Perception 36 Stealth 30
Head Gamemaker Tanner Wednesday July 27th, 2016 11:28:01 PM "I can cleave a man from his collarbone to his navel with one swing. So... yes." She winks at the diminutive dark elf. "As for not fighting, you are the first person I have met. Half of me believed that I would not meet anyone, or perhaps die fighting some beast. There is no honor in this game." The last word is said with disgust.
The two of you continue at a brisk pace, following the trail into the grasslands.
Sesha Hp 120/88 AC 30/26/26 Thursday July 28th, 2016 7:13:44 PM
Sesha nods, and continues to hide her excitement. She would be happy to see just what Ula could do. However, she would have to make sure to assess the situation. Ula might be worth any two fighters, and all the other tributes she could think of had been in conflicts already, and might be previously injured.
If there was a spellcaster, her job would be to delay it until Ula could rip them open.
"Hey. If we come across another spellcaster, do you have any defenses against that? I don't want to seem dismissive of the martial minded, miss Ula, but usually they are the quickest to fall victim to enchantments and compulsions."
Sesha considers her next words carefully.
"I need to know how much I should worry about you, and how much I should focus on disabling the enemy."
Sesha Hp 120/88 AC 30/26/26 d20+20=29 ; d20+20=35 ; d20+14=22 ; Thursday July 28th, 2016 7:14:15 PM
Perception 29 Stealth 35 Survival 22
Head Gamemaker Tanner Thursday July 28th, 2016 8:15:02 PM
Ula shrugs. "The valkyrie prayer steels my mind, but the cunning of sorcerers is nothing to trifle with. I will try my best to resist their wiles."
The two of you cover ground swiftly. The tracks appear fresher!
ooc: Sharing information was authorized. Ula is Barbarian 5 / Fighter 5.
Head Gamemaker Tanner Thursday July 28th, 2016 8:30:51 PM
With jarring suddenness, a moaning shriek erupts from the sky, seeming to come out of thin air. The noise sounds five times, echoing out across the gamezone. A polite, crisp female voice speaks in gigantic tones. ”Attention please. Attention please. Tributes, we are pleased to announce the valiant sacrifice of Tribute Gorbaz Blackscale, who has fallen to his death. Their names will be honored and remembered. May the odds be ever in your favor.”
Sesha Hp 120/88 AC 30/26/26 Friday July 29th, 2016 8:11:53 PM
"Were getting closer Ula! What works better for you? Should we continue rushing in, or slow down and hunt with stealth?"
Sesha looks at the running warrior and smiles.
"Also. I can heal you. I can support you with spells. I also understand if you don't trust me, so if you want to set ground rules, feel free."
Sesha Hp 120/88 AC 30/26/26 d20+20=37 ; d20+20=31 ; d20+20=29 ; Friday July 29th, 2016 8:12:24 PM
Perception: 37 Stealth: 31 Survival: 29
Head Gamemaker Tanner Saturday July 30th, 2016 11:56:20 PM "We run!" The warrior woman is loping easily through the tall grass and a wild look is appearing in her eye. "We scream our names as we charge our enemies, so that they may tell their ancestors in shame of the warriors who slew them!"
You and Ula continue northward until.... you spot them! Directly north of you are two tributes -- a male liontaur and a female gnome. The liontaur isn't quite a liontaur... more like a tigertaur, but you get the idea. He wields no weapons but his claws. The female gnome is in the process of casting a spell.
Head Gamemaker Tanner Tuesday August 2nd, 2016 12:14:08 AM
ooc: check
Sesha Hp 120/88 AC 30/26/26 d100=36 ; Tuesday August 2nd, 2016 10:43:57 AM
Sesha frowns and calls down to Ula.
"We know the Liontaur has fought already. I'll focus on the gnome and keep her I check. Use your best judgement."
Sesha moves with Ula, and casts spectral hand.
Head Gamemaker Tanner Tuesday August 2nd, 2016 11:42:02 PM
The liontaur nocks an arrow and prepares to fire. The gnome flies into the air, and suddenly disappears. Ula draws her sword, and looks up expectantly at you. "Can you handle the little witch? "
Due to the lack of components, you surmise the gnome used a SLA to turn invisible.
Sesha Hp 120/88 AC 30/26/26 d100=92 ; Wednesday August 3rd, 2016 5:36:36 PM
Sesha has a few options at the moment, but most important was the shutting down of the Gnome. There were explanations for no components. She didn't use them herself. She had to hope Ula could handle sweet Twitch, the naughty Liontaur.
This was all so exciting, her dam of self control was quickly bubbling over.
"Sweet Twitch! My sweet sweet Twitch! You naughty boy! I heard your name called by the heavens! Did you hear mine? Did you? Once I heard it, I knew we had to meet!"
She looked at the bow with a bit of curiosity.
"Are you going to shoot us twitch? Is that how you killed Josiah? No.. wait.. you mauled him."
Sesha moves forward on her broom. She had a move of 60 last round, which kept her fairly even with Ula. She moves 60 again, putting her 180 feet away.
Sesha casts Hold Monster, at the Gnome.
Will Save: DC 23
Head Gamemaker Tanner Wednesday August 3rd, 2016 11:30:48 PM
The gnome freezes like a statue in midair. The liontaur nocks an arrow and waits.
Ula advances 80 feet forward. She is 10 feet behind you.
Sesha Hp 120/88 AC 30/26/26 d20+9=24 ; d4+5=7 ; Thursday August 4th, 2016 1:26:28 AM
(Please keep in mind that should she be holding something, it is dropped. I assume Fly is keeping her midair.
Also please keep in mind that breaking Hold Monster/Person is a full round action, so even if she comes free there's not much she can do next round.)
Sesha focuses on movement, calling down to Ula.
"Hurry up!"
Sesha moves full speed to come adjacent to the gnome. (Run x3)
(If for some reason it's needed.)
AoO: 24 for 7 damage.
Head Gamemaker Tanner Thursday August 4th, 2016 11:57:52 PM
ooc: Crazy day. Post incoming.
Head Gamemaker Tanner Friday August 5th, 2016 12:35:50 AM
The gnome continues to be frozen in midair. You arrive adjacent to her.
Ula makes a double move forward 80 feet.
The liontaur fires an arrow at you... And hits! You take 5 damage.
Sesha Hp 115/88 AC 30/26/26 d4+5=7 ; d4+5=8 ; Friday August 5th, 2016 12:53:41 AM
Sesha considers the Gnome. Tiny. Vulnerable, to an extent. Everyone she had killed so far.. it had been like this. They were helpless. They were unable to resist her.
"And that's perfect Sesha. However you look at it, it's perfect. Silence their bothersome emotional outbursts with the gift of silence from lord Ga'al! Give me their blood! Buy their silence with my edge!"
Sesha looks at Stab-stab.
"Why not?"
Coup de Grace
15 Damage. Fort save DC 30 or die.
ADM Melvin Friday August 5th, 2016 10:35:20 AM
To the rapier's horror, Ethyl breaks free at the last second. Sesha swings twice but misses to the sound of Ethyl's raspberry. (She has AC 20. Both rolls were AC 19.)
Twitch finishes his second attack and hits. Sesha takes 9 more damage.
Ula continues to move forward 80 feet towards Twitch. They are now 30 feet apart.
Sesha Hp 106/88 AC 30/26/26 d20+15=33 ; d100=49 ; Saturday August 6th, 2016 12:30:00 PM
(I"m assuming they have initiative then?)
Sesha wastes no time. Not worried about an attack of opportunity from an opponent holding no weapons, she lets go a deep slumber spell, making the assumption that a held opponent staying aflight means that a sleeping one will as well..
If she thinks this logic is wrong, she will instead Blind the gnome, with the Blindess spell.
Deep Slumber Willsave: DC 20 Blindness Fortsave: DC 17
ADM Melvin Monday August 8th, 2016 1:00:20 PM
Before you can fire, Twitch hits you with another arrow, AC 32 for 8 damage, no concentration check needed.
(Initiative didn't really get rolled because you guys charged in, so we've been going back and forth. The actions do line up.)
Your spellcraft is high enough that you know that the interactions between fly and deep slumber aren't the same as between fly and hold because the latter keeps you conscious. However, you know that a successful deep slumber will cause her to drop like a stone, so you might still wish to try it.
Sesha Hp 106/88 AC 30/26/26 Monday August 8th, 2016 1:47:10 PM
Confident that the fall would wake her up, Sesha isn't so sure about the sleep spell. The problem was mostly that Ula couldn't see the gnome even if it was right in front of her.
She sticks with the Blindness. That might be as good as killing her for the time being.
Blindness: Fortsave DC 17
ADM Melvin d20+19=28 ; 2d6+13=21 ; 2d6=4 ; d6=5 ; Monday August 8th, 2016 4:14:24 PM
As Sesha fires her blindness, Ula goes into a rage. Closing in on Twitch, she strikes once with her vicious greatsword.
She hits AC 28 for 21 damage + 4 vicious damage, cost 5 damage to herself.
Sesha Hp 106/88 AC 30/26/26 d20+9=28 ; d4+5=9 ; Monday August 8th, 2016 9:23:28 PM
Sesha's watches the two crash together.
All things considered, she had no confidence in the outcome below, or that up above. From the looks of things, neither Ula or Twitch were going to focus at all on defense. Whoever broke first would lose.
Spells in effect: Spectral Hand, See Invis, Bears Endurance, Barkskin, Cats Grace, Flying Broom.
AoO, if needed: Hits AC 28 for 9 damage. (Sesha has levels in monk, and has improved unarmed strike. She threatens adjacent squares without a drawn weapon, though her dagger is also in hand.)
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