[User]
 Whiteplume mountain. It's big. It's tall. And apparently, a star fell on it.

You're at the base, and ready to go investigate. How will you go about doing this?

[User]
 So!  Nina said putting away her latest puppet and sewing materials.

 Stars have been falling on mountain tops that seem to probably be portals to the elemental plane of fire. Keep an eye out for fires.
 Who here knows how to mountain climb?  Nina adds hopefully as the skinny bard looks from party member to party member.

[User]
 Doderic stretches at the base of the mountain, and then takes his battleaxe and readies it.   "I know some about climbing, but I am a better fighter."

He looks around.   "Shall we set off?"

[User]
 Medrash was standing apart from the other two, wind swept by him rustling the furs he wore. His eyes were drawn to the top of mountain, he'd seen larger but not many. He certainly hadn't made a habit out of climbing to their tops either.

 "The spirits are enraged to fling their stars to the earth."

Medrash, rather then speak simply finds a spot to start climbing and...does. If needed he can use his Handaxes as makeshift tools.

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Athletics
 (1d20+5)[ 9 ]

[User]
 We're going to die aren't we.  Nina says deadpan as she starts climbing after Medrash.

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Athletics  (1d20)[ 8 ]

[User]
 After a few stumbles, you make your way up the mountain. You initially attempt a harder but faster path, but after some trouble with it, decide to take a slightly easier, if slower, path.

Making your way up the mountain, you spot the occasional scorch mark or burnt tree-a clear sign that something fiery was around. Eventually, you spot a bright blaze-an active fire. It seems to be affecting a small copse of trees-likely won't spread too far-but within the blaze is a moving figure.

 Spoiler: OOC
No check was really needed, so it doesn't matter that you rolled poorly.

[User]
 Medrash readies his warhammer in both his hands.  "Steel yourselves, I believe our prey awaits us."  The Barbarian moves cautiously forward. Keeping his eyes and ears open and focused.

 Spoiler

Perception
 (1d20+3)[ 19 ]

[User]
 Spoiler: Perception DC 19
There's definitely a moving figure in the flames. It's vaguely humanoid, and some 10' tall. It's made of deep yellow and orange fire.

[User]
 As he followed the rest of the party, Lothar's raven was perched on his shoulder, looking out for any danger that might come. As Medrash readied himself for battle, Lothar used his divine powers to try to sense any enemy around them.

 Spoiler: OOC
Lothar will use Divine Sense to try to sense any fiend, celestial or undead. Uses remaining = 3

[User]
 Spoiler: Divine Sense
No undead, fiends, or celestials present in the immediate vicinity.

[User] Doderic gets his axe and spins it around in his hands. He readies himself for battle against the fire elemental.

[User] You can see the figure moving around in the fires. It doesn't seem to have spotted you-or, if it has, is paying you no mind.

[User] "It hasn't noticed us yet. Take up positions and get closer."  Medrash was of course in Front.  "If anyone has any ranged weapons, get it's attention."

[User]
 Nina clasps Medrash on the shoulder.

 You can do this!  She said sincerely.

 Greetings Fire elemental! Can you understand us?  She called out, hoping for some diplomacy.

[User]
 The fire elemental appears to take notice. With extreme prejudice.

Roll initiative.

 Spoiler: OOC
 (1d20+3)[ 4 ]

[User]
 "Well, that's as good as we could have expected from a fire elemental."

 Spoiler: OOC
 (1d20+4)[ 16 ]

[User]
 As the Fire Elemental prepared to attack, Lothar sighed.  Who thought was a good idea to try to talk to a fire elemental?

 Spoiler: OOC
 (1d20)[ 8 ]

[User]
 I like to play to my strengths.  Nina replied defensively.

 Spoiler

Init  (1d20+3)[ 9 ]

[User]
 Medrash unclasped the cloak from his chest, it fell to the ground. He now bore his bare chest and roared a challenge to the Fire Elemental.

 Spoiler

Keeping that Inspiration for a later roll.
Init
 (1d20+2)[ 18 ]

[User]
 The fire elemental roars back, the crackling roar of an all-consuming fire.

 Spoiler: OOC
Everyone faster than the elemental (so, everyone, I think) can go in any order.

[User]
 Nina intones arcane words as a silverish flame bursts from her hands and attempts to strike at the creature. Highlighting it if it's successful.

 Burn, baby burn, disco inferno!  She shouted out.

 Spoiler

Dex save to avoid being hit with Faerie fire, DC 14

[User]
 Spoiler: Save
 (1d20+3)[ 13 ]

See if it works.

Somehow, the magical fire of your friendly bard lights up the magical sentient fire and makes it easier to hit.

[User]
 Originally Posted by JNAProductions

 Spoiler: Save
[roll0]

See if it works.

Somehow, the magical fire of your friendly bard lights up the magical sentient fire and makes it easier to hit.

 See! I can out hot a fire elemental.  Nina teases with a wink and hip strut.

[User]
 Medrash charged forward, warhammer held low as he ran to face his foe. With a roar he swung his hammer with all his might.  "Let us see whose rage burns brighter!"

 Spoiler

'Charging' which is basically just running up and smacking it. Not sure how far it is so if I'm not close enough to attack just assume I run to get within range instead.
Attack roll
 (1d20+5)[ 14 ]

Damage on hit.
 (1d10+3)[ 9 ]

[User]
 Doderic hops towards the fire elemental, deftly swinging his axe in an arcing motion in two hands, before spinning through the air to also punch the fire elemental.

 Spoiler: OOC

 Battleaxe:
  (1d20+7)[ 11 ]
 (1d10+4)[ 14 ]
 Unarmed:
 (1d20+7)[ 13 ]
 (1d4+4)[ 8 ]

[User]
 Let's end this.  Lothar said, as he ran towards the Fire Elemental, his Greatsword in hand. Before attacking it with his sword, he focused on the Fire Elemental and casted Hex on it. Afterwards, he attacked the Elemental with his great Sword.

 Spoiler: OOC
 Hex: Disadvantage on Dexterity Rolls

[roll0]
[roll1]

Everyone keeps forgetting the advantage from Faerie Fire.

Damage if it hits:
[roll2]

Hex Damage:
[roll3]

[User]
 Spoiler: OOC
Anyone who struck the Elemental in melee, take  (1d10)[ 1 ]  damage from its Fiery Form.

The elemental shifts and morphs, squatting and shrinking down to a smaller form, then lunging out suddenly towards the two people in its face.

 Spoiler: Attacks
 (1d20+6)[ 13 ]
 (2d6+3)[ 10 ]
 (1d20+6)[ 26 ]
 (2d6+3)[ 10 ]

If it hits, you are lit on fire, taking 1d10 points of fire damage at the start of each of your turns. It's an action to douse the fire.

[User]
 Medrash manages to move aside from the Fire Elementals retaliatory attack. However he was still burned by the flames his own strike roused. They needed to slay this thing and fast,  "Lothar brave it's fire and strike it's core!"  After he called out wisps of frosty air filled his mouth as he breathed in. With a great exhalation he unleashed an icy roar upon the Elemental.

 Spoiler

Fire Damage I take for this round.
 (1d10)[ 1 ]
Bonus Action: Bardic inspiration on Lothar! :D

Using my breath weapon 15ft cone DC: 12 Con save to take half damage.
 (2d6)[ 3 ]

[User]
 Nina winces at the burns her comrades endure.

 Try striking from range, genius!  She calls out as she turns to the fire elemental.

 Hey, Fire elemental, I've seen candles burn hotter then you, I've dished out worst burns when I'm still half asleep. I bet you couldn't even burn one of my puppets!  She jeered before moving thirty feet away.

Before turning to Lothar.

 ~Rising up back on the streets. Did my time took my chances!  She started to sing.

 Spoiler

Using bonus action to cast healing word on Lothar.  (1d4+4)[ 6 ]
And vicious mockery on the fire elemental. DC 14 wis saving throw or take  (1d4)[ 2 ]  and have disadvantage on it's next saving throw.

[User]
 Spoiler: Saves
Con Save:  (1d20+4)[ 24 ]
Wis Save:  (1d20-2)[ 6 ]

Making dem saves, maybe.

[User]
 Doderic was not particularly phased by his being caught on fire, and swung his axe at the fire elemental again, then pummeling it with a kick.

 Spoiler: OOC
Start of turn damage:  (1d10)[ 9 ]

Battleaxe:
 (1d20+6)[ 14 ]
 (1d10+4)[ 11 ]

Pummel
 (1d4)[ 2 ]

[User]
 Lothar feels energized by Nina's song.  Range, eh? Well, that's perfectly fine by me.

Lothar closed his eyes as demonic energy enveloped his hands, and with a few words, a blast of energy shoot from his left hand.

 Spoiler: OOC
Eldritch Blast:
 (1d20+7)[ 23 ]
 (1d10)[ 9 ]

Hex:
 (1d6)[ 3 ]

[User]
 The elemental, taking quite a beating now, dives deeper into the flames, careful to not expose itself.

 Spoiler: OOC
Disengage, then flee into the flames.

[User]
 There!  Nina calls out.  There it is!  She said gesturing as she moved towards the edge of the flames.

 What had to run into a bigger flame to get away? Going to get your bigger older brother to take us on. Sure he'd put up a better fight at least!  She jeered.

 Spoiler

Casting vicious mockery. Wis save DC 14.  (1d4)[ 4 ]

[User]
 Spoiler: Save!
 (1d20-2)[ 13 ]

Ten characters.

[User]
 Medrash pulled a Javelin off his back and with a little jump forward he launched it towards the still visible outline of the Fire elemental.

 Spoiler

Javelin
 (1d20+5)[ 17 ]

Damage
 (1d6+3)[ 5 ]

[User]
 Spoiler

Advantage second roll
 (1d20+5)[ 12 ]

**** sorry I forgot.

[User]
 Spoiler: OOC
It might be in long range, negating your advantage. Regardless, that first is a hit, so...

The javelin stabs through the flames, injuring the elemental further.

[User]
 Doderic brushes off the fire, before following his allies to chase the fire elemental.

 Spoiler: OOC
Use my action to put out the fire.

[User]
 The elemental dashes further into the fire-following it would be a recipe for disaster, as the flames burn hot and render it nearly invisible.

However, you successfully made it flee, and can feel accomplished over that. What will you do now, though?

 Spoiler: OOC
Divide 1,800 XP amongst yourselves.

[User] Is anyone injured?  Nina called out, pulling out one of her puppets, of some sort of darkelf female.

[User]
 Medresh took a moment to pat out the flames on himself and access his damage.  "Minor burns. See to the others first."  He collects his discarded 'clothing' and wrapped himself back up.  "Cowardly spirit, though at least it's anger has been spent if not quelled."

Medrash dropped to his knee and started taking stock of his surroundings, looking for any sign of the fallen star or the direction it might be in.  "Odd that their was only one. Did it break off from the others?"


[User]
 You all live in the Spartan Arena. The largest arena in the world. (or so the advertisements  say.) You have all lived here for quite some time. The conditions are actually pretty pleasant as that was the most profitable way to keep gladiators around, but Those that try to escape are put into collars and terrible living conditions until they are considered rehabilitated. Yet despite that there are some who would still prefer freedom over imprisoned luxury.

Alexandros is in his room chanting in auran as though performing a ritual. Those that sleep in his room had tried unsuccessfully for him to practice elsewhere. Though they seem to be more interested in the upcoming festival. Where they get the best food.

Zyrus you had just gotten out of a fight with a dire boar it was lucky to swing in the first blow, but you had quickly defeated it. It was done in 12 seconds. The fight was simple and you had taken 12 damage from the boar in the first round. It had been the first strike of the round and gave the audience that didn't know about you a false sense of the victor making it, so you had an even better surprise for those few, but like the rest suspected you had taken your revenge really quickly. It was bloody and you were given 12 boar jerky rations as compensation from the previous day's boar. This was an indicator of when you would fight once more.

Sebasten you are widely hated by the guards as you wouldn't lash out they had no reason to fight or kill you. This wasn't to be unexpected as they knew who you once were. They had been watching you closely as a likely rebellion leader (there were a couple and were split apart for that very reason), and those who had succeeded in escaping before were a lot like you.  This you knew all to well as the talk of escape in the cells was all too prevalent, but the details  far too vague for your liking.

Budi had been practicing his instrument in the dining hall. He was a gladiator favorite once he was convinced to play by others. It started a while back at a talent show and a friend.
 Spoiler: Closest approximation to the arena

[User]
 "Pallas Athena, god of the art of war, I am your hand in this realm, I am your face to wear as a clay mask. Pallas Athena, your power flows in my veins and my mind. Wash the blood of my kin from my hands; though my hands be unstained, the Mediterranean would flow crimson while washing my hands. I beseech you, grant me my powers. Focus your charm into a call, and grant me the power to..."

Alexandros cuts off his ritual before the end, letting the power dissipate. He opens his eyes, and slowly gets up from his seated position on his cot. Walking out into the common training area, he picks up a greatsword, and straps it to his back. If asked about why he has the greatsword, even though he clearly can't use it, he says only,   "For later."   He then takes a longspear, and practices not fighting with it, but avoiding combat with it and keeping his foes at bay. Even though he's weaker than his brethren, he would welcome a sparring partner.

 Spoiler: OOC
Do we know when our next fight is? Also, what are the T's in the arena?

[User]
 I've just come down
From the Isle of Skye
I'm not very big and I'm awful shy
And the lassies shout when I go by
Donald, where's your troosers

[Chorus:]
Let the wind blow high
Let the wind blow low
Through the streets
In my kilt, I'll go
All the lassies say hello
Donald, where's your troosers

A lassie took me to a ball
And it was slippery in the hall
And I was feared that I would fall
For I had nae on my troosers

[Repeat chorus]

Now I went down to London Town
And I had some fun in the underground
The ladies turned their heads around
Saying, Donald, where are your trousers

[Repeat chorus]

To wear the kilt is my delight
It is not wrong I know it's right
The Highlanders would get a fright
If they saw me in the trousers

[Repeat chorus]

The lassies want me every one
Well, let them catch me if they can
You canna take the breaks
If a Highland man
And I don't wear the troosers

[Repeat chorus]

Donald, where's your troosers
Donald, where's your troo

[User] Sitting calmly in his cell, Sebastian relaxes and waits.  Watching the guards movements, the interactions, smiling to himself as they tried to meet his gaze and would inevitably look away.  Pretending to have something else to do.  The time was drawing near when he would leave this place.  Soon, very soon.

[User]
 Alexandros returns to his room, and once more begins chanting in Auran. This time, however, it is not simply for practice.

"And the power of Athena shall prevail. Appear before me, creatures of the world!"

He smiles as he senses the Aether Elementals around him, before continuing in Auran.

  "I beseech you, creatures of the 5th element, cause havoc in the cages of the monsters. Pit them against one another, weaken the evils so us prey have a chance."

 Spoiler: OOC
Summoning  (1d3)[ 3 ]   Medium Aether Elementals . They last for 10 minutes, and are invisible. I presume that none of my guards speak Auran, so this should appear to be just my normal chanting.


[User]
 Immediately after your promotion, you are issued your first solo mission.

  "Knight Hagui,"   your master - ahem, *former* master - says with a faint smile.   "A dispute has arisen between  Dynamic Synergetics Incorporated  and  Slayn & Korpil  in the Roche asteroid field. As I understand, DSI claims a significant debt from the starship manufacturer, which is of course denying it completely. The talks broke down, and the parties have almost come to violence. As I'm sure you can see, an impartial moderator is needed. You are to journey immediately to the Roche system, and resolve the dispute justly as a neutral party."

Briefing complete, he drops the formal tone and grins broadly at you, lines crinkling around his eyes, and claps a hand on your shoulder.

  "Before you go, let me say again how  proud  I am of you. I know you will serve our order faithfully and well."

As he turns to go, he tosses a final remark over his shoulder.

  "Oh, and don't trust DSI. They're owned by those sleemos in the InterGalactic Banking Clan."

[User] " Thank you, master. I will try to uphold your faith in me. "  Nik bows, and proceeds to the hangar to set course for the Roche Asteroid system in the hangar of his ship. The engine roars, and the ship takes off, and he leaves the hangar, travelling to the Roche Asteroid field.

[User]
 As always, the wait to leave Coruscant's atmosphere is interminable, and the hyperspace journey that follows equally dull.

Soon enough, though, your computer beeps a telltale warning, and then the ship jolts as it exits hyperspace on the fringes of the field. And then jolts again as something slams against its hull.

An alarm begins to blare - you seem to have arrived in the middle of a cloud of debris. To make matters worse, a hostile insectoid voice buzzes over your comm.

  "Incoming ship! Identify yourself or be fired upon!"

 Spoiler: OOC
You didn't think it would be straightforwards, did you?

There are three zones. The   Debris Cloud  , where you are. A stretch of   Open Space  . And the   Asteroid Field  , where you are being hailed from.

A situation aspect is   High Tension  .

As a reminder, there are four main actions you can take. Attack, Defend, Overcome Obstacle, and Create Advantage.
In this case, there are two things to keep in mind: a hostile party threatening you, and the debris field you are in.
Pick one to deal with, pick the action you are taking to deal with it, and then pick the way (Careful, Clever, Flashy, Forceful, Quick, or Sneaky) that you're going to deal with it.
In general, you should try to use an approach you are good at. But this can be stretched. For instance, say I am good at being Flashy but bad at being Quick.
 Normally, I would try to Quickly avoid the debris and fly out of the danger zone. But I could also do it with some Flashy manoeuvres.

[User] Nik presses the buttoon that allows his voice to be captured and transmitted.   I am Jedi Knight Nik Hagui.

[User]
 In response to your statement, there is a static-filled pause on the other end of the line.

Then the voice returns sounding, if possible, even more unwelcoming than before.

  "You're a bit late then, aren't you? Those Hutt-spawn have been and gone."

 Spoiler: OOC
You are still in the debris field. Make a piloting check against +2 to avoid the worst of the damage to your ship.


[User]
 You are currently right by a dragon's corpse. You have just donned some magical garments, and found that they weren't as docile as your average set of clothes/armour.

What will you do?

 Spoiler: OOC
I'll give you guys a few posts to talk IC, but whenever you're ready to move on to the first encounter, let me know. Some people will be encroaching upon you once you're ready, OOC.

[User]
 Sera Virai grinned from ear to ear. In her hands was the finest robe she'd ever seen. This was it! Her big break had come at last! Even a non-mage like her could tell that this garment brimmed with magic. It had to be an item of epic quality. With a flourish of swirling cloth, she wrapped the robe around her. As a nice side benefit, it mostly concealed the ragged clothes she was already wearing. She looked down at herself with approval.

" Stylish! Now I just need to work out how to activate it. "

[User]
 As the monk wrapped Charm around her shoulders, the robe breathed a nearly audible sigh of relief, an impressive feat for an article of clothing.

"Oh, it's been ages since there's been a new face around here. It's good to have some conversation. So tell me, young elf, who are you? Why are you delving into the ancient realms?"

Charm guides the elf's thoughts, trying to judge what sort of person she is.

 Spoiler: OOC
Casting Detect thoughts,
but just remaining with surface thoughts for now.

[User]
 " Gah! Who said that?! "

Sera spun around. Her eyes darted around in search of the speaker: Little knowing that said speaker was very close indeed. Her thoughts raced.

[ Company already? Just my luck. Well, they're not getting this prize. It's mine! Minemineminemineminemine! ]

[User]
 A second mental sigh from the cloak, this time, a sigh of mild exasperation.

"There's no need to be frightened. You wanted to know how to activate this robe. I'm telling you how; I am the robe! You don't need to speak, just think and I can hear you. So again, I ask, young elf, who are you, and what do you desire? You seek magic? Power? Riches? Hold out your hands, and close your eyes, and I will show you a small fraction of my abilities."

If Sera complies, Charm conjures the image of a flawless diamond, as large as can fit in her hands. While beautiful, it disappears before Sera can get a good look at it..

 Spoiler: OOC
Minor Illusion for the diamond (DC 13 Investigation as an action to disbelieve, but Charm destroys the illusion as soon as he gets an indication of Sera inspecting it) and Prestidigitation to make it feel like she is holding an object (a harmless sensory effect).

I should probably also mention that with Detect Thoughts, you know someone is in your head.

[User]
 " What? You'r-Oh, right. Thoughts. "

[ You're the robe? That's...really bizarre. Erm, my name is Sera Virai. And I desire vast quantities of cash. ]

After some hesitation, Sera held out her hands and closed her eyes. She felt something settle on her palms. She looked...and grinned. A diamond! The biggest, most amazing diamond she'd ever seen! And then it was gone. Desperately, she pleaded with the object that had conjured it.

[ Yes, like that! Can you really get me a diamond that big? Or a massive pile of gold, if you prefer. I'm not picky. Just so long as I can buy a mansion with it. ]

[User]
 If the robe had a face, it'd be smiling from ear to ear. Foolish mortals haven't changed a bit over the ages. As he replies to Sera, his thought-speech grows heavy with sorrow.

  "Sera? That's a beautiful name. It seems the elves remain graceful as ever over the ages. I'm sorry to say, Sera, but my powers have weakened significantly over the aeons I've been trapped here. I used to wield awe-inspiring power, power to rival the gods. But I devoted myself to the study of magic, the advancement of knowledge, and as my mental acuity sharpened, my body withered away until my consciousness lay trapped in this cloak. I've laid here for aeons, been chained here since before your grandfathers were born, and before his grandfathers, and his grandfathers before him - yes, even the grandfathers of the long-lived elves. My abilities grow faint from lack of use - you saw that the gem lasted little more than a few seconds. But you, Sera, you are young and full of life. Where did you come from? The streets? A poor family? Some compassionate soul took you under his wing? I can't simply conjure up wealth for you; my prime has long since passed. But trust me, and I will make you rich enough to pay back your protectors tenfold."

[User]
 Sera's enthusiasm dropped a notch or two. Okay, so no instant wealth. Too bad. Buuuutttt this still seemed like a really good break. She'd found the spirit of an ancient archmage! And even if his powers had waned a bit, that was still a big deal. She cheerfully confirmed the guesses of her new companion.

[ You catch on quick. Yes, that's my situation. I'm what optimists call a 'precocious urchin'. I suppose that's pretty obvious from my non-you clothes. I've spent my life struggling to stay afloat. If you can change that, I'll do whatever you say.

Anyway, what's the deal here? I help you regain your power, and you make me rich? Sounds fair to me. So, partners? ]

[User]
 Now, Charm had a body. Now, Charm could once more reign supreme.

  "Indeed. We shall make great partners, Sera. Can you tell me about your world a little bit? I'm sure it's changed considerably since I've last seen it."

[User]
 [ Of course. Let's start with the basics. We're currently standing in the... ]

Sera proceeded to list all the relevant knowledge she could muster. Being a teacher was actually quite fun. It reminded her of the times when she'd mentored some of the other homeless kids. Being decades older than the short-lived humans gave her a kind of 'wise big sister' vibe. It was nice to feel needed.

 Spoiler: OOC
Since I (the player) know very little about this world, I've left the exposition vague.

[User]
 Originally Posted by Anyr
 [ Of course. Let's start with the basics. We're currently standing in the... ]

Sera proceeded to list all the relevant knowledge she could muster. Being a teacher was actually quite fun. It reminded her of the times when she'd mentored some of the other homeless kids. Being decades older than the short-lived humans gave her a kind of 'wise big sister' vibe. It was nice to feel needed.

 Spoiler: OOC
Since I (the player) know very little about this world, I've left the exposition vague.

Most of the information Sera gives is woefully outdated-the kingdom has not been Estland for at least a decade now, and other information is similarly incorrect, and obviously so. It appears she has a lot to learn about the world and how it's changed.

As she's talking, though, you hear the sound of heavy, armored footsteps and grunts. There's some crude laughter and barked orders, in what sounds like Orcish. It seems a raiding party is coming upon you!

[User]
 A previously silent suit of armor hums to life as its sigil illuminates itself. The suit of armor which lay amidst the dragon bones now speaks:

  "Wanderer.

Wanderer, do you hear that? What is that sound?"   it asked quietly.

  "Were you followed? Have you enemies to fear?

Perhaps you should seek to find a view of them before they can see you."

[User] You're beneath a hilly mound at the moment. The dragon bones should provide sufficient cover to stay hidden from the oncoming raiders, assuming you are able to position yourself well.

[User]
 Sera jumped a little when the armour spoke. Another one?! But there was no time to worry about that now. She needed to hide. The young Elf quietly scurried behind the bones; And let her training do the rest.

 Spoiler: OOC
Stealth:  (1d20+5)[ 19 ]

[User] Sera finds a higher spot behind some bones, and peers out at the oncoming troupe. She can see four orcs-three following behind the apparent leader, a tall orcish woman missing an eye.

[User]
 "You're adept at hiding in the shadows. It's a good skill to have; there's no need to fight your opponents yourself when there are others to fight for you."

Charm stops reading Sera's thoughts, and readies himself for combat.

 Spoiler: OOC
Ending Detect Thoughts. When the orcs reach 50' away, casting a Dancing Lights humanoid 110' feet away (which the orcs hopefully won't notice), followed by moving it 60' toward the orcs, into the leader (bonus action on second turn), followed by casting frostbite on the leader. DC 13 Fort save ( (1d20)[ 6 ] ) or take  (1d6)[ 6 ]  damage and disadvantage on next attack.


[User]
 As Aneil has wondered off from the rest of the group she hears a rumbling as both the ceiling above and below cause you to fall down deeper underground. As the dust settles the Firbolg that was in the group before, stands up from the Rubble.

Neither of you really speak much to each other nor have you had reason to. Ahead of you, you can see a tall tower. It does not reach the ceiling of this cavern but it seems familar to you both for some reason almost as if it beckons you at your core.

[User] I look at John's character and starts walking to the tower( let's see what this is)


[User]
 "Remember," Red Tape had said, "I don't know if anything is actually wrong. He could have a perfectly good explanation for this. I just want to make sure everything is alright."

Those words echo inside Harrier Squad's heads as they move through the East Canterlot military base, which mostly serves as secure housing for career soldiers. It has a garrison and serves as a small airfield, of course, but the large number of homes makes it more akin to a military suburb than anything.

Wildcat, as befits his new rank, has an isolated bungalow a little ways off from the rest. It's very nondescript. Plain, white siding, mowed lawn with no flowerbeds or other plants to break it up, and an air-car parked out front. Wildcat clearly doesn't spend much time making his house a home.

[User]
 "Functional." Longshot says upon surveying the Commander's dwelling. "If not visually appealing. It works for me in that regard."

Another moment passes. Longshot adjusts his backpack of tools brought 'just in case'. When the weight fails to lay him flat on his back, he relaxes and begains approaching the front door.

"Let's hope the Commander just had a bad case of the 24 hour flu." He quips.

[User]
 "Traditional." The place was looked after it would seem. "The architecture is classic. I always had a thing for real windows." The Commander's windows are probably real? Love's place doesn't have windows. It has video walls designed to work as windows for extra security.

Love glances at Longshot and gives him a small smile. She tried to park as close as possible so they wouldn't have to walk very far.

"His car is still here." The details are cataloged. Love walks with Longshot. The Commander's neighbors get visual searched to see if any might be home.

She chuckles at the quip and jokes back, "Who doesn't enjoy a twenty-four hour house bug from time to time?" The Commander didn't seem the sort, and that's what had her worried.

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 The door is there, a simple doorbell by its side. As they approach...nothing happens. No movement within, no sign of life, not even a light on inside.

The doorbell is waiting.

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 "Most ponies are adverse to sickness bugs for some reason. Maybe that's why the windows are always closed."

Longshot gets the distinct feeling that the forces of the universe want him to push the shiny button. So he makes a perception check before pushing the doorbell button.

 Spoiler: Are You A Doorbell?
Perception
 (3d6)[ 1 ][ 1 ][ 2 ](4)  VS 16 (+3 Hyper Spectral)

[User] The doorbell is indeed a doorbell, not a cowbell or any other sort of bell, like some would have you believe.

[User] Love smirks. "The Commander wouldn't want anyone to catch him playing video games on his sick day." She nods at the house. "I don't see any video games being played." If he is sick, he could be in bed sleeping. Love stands with Longshot.

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 "Somehow, I can't envision Wildcat playing video games."

Longshot presses the doorbell again.

[User] And once again, there is no answer. The only echo is the sound of silence.

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 "That's definitely not what I would do on my sick day." Love has never taken a sick day. Too many doctor notes required.

She puts her hoofs up to her mouth. "Wildcat! Your favorite ponies are here!"

No response on the second bell? Love looks sideways at Longshot. She steps off the porch and starts looking through windows.

[User]
 Hmm...

"I'll check the car." Longshot says once Love begins checking the windows.

He drifts back to examine said air cat.

[User]
 She might be laying on the sarcasm a little heavy today.

Love half-looks back towards Longshot. "Good idea."

Don't shoot Commander! Love isn't some peeping jay.

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 The windows are, unfortunately, all covered with curtains. However, Love's new tech allows her to see right through it and out the other side. Commander Wildcat sits in his living room, surrounded by empty bottles, staring at a blank screen.

As for the car, it's fine. About half a tank remaining, but in perfect, operating condition.

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 Love shouts loud enough she thinks Wildcat can hear her, "Commander Wildcat! Could you answer the door?"

She whips around to face Longshot, "Wildcat is sitting there staring at a blank screen. He's not moving." There is notable worry on her face. Why isn't the Commander opening the door?

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 Longshot frowns. No matter how one chose to interpret these events, the resulting conclusion was decidedly of the 'not good' variety.

"That's... not good. I'd say we should find a way in there."

He flies back to the door and checks to see if it's locked or unlocked.

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 The front door is locked. However, in response to Love's louder cries, she sees the Commander move. His shoulders slump and he seems to let out a very long sigh. With agonizing slowness, he pushes himself to his hooves and begins staggering for the door.

A few moments later, he speaks from the other side, "Who is it?"

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 "Longshot Scope and Partial Charge." He calls back to their Commander. "Red Tape asked us to check in with you."

The debate over how formal to be was very short lived out of necessity. Maybe some informality would be of help in the situation.

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 Love looks back to Longshot and nods about finding a way inside.

At the movement, Love turns to Longshot again. She at normal volume, "He's coming to the door! Slowly."

She watches him as he gets closer on the door with a nervous face. If he looks like he'll reach the door safely, she backtracks and steps to the door and stands there with Longshot.

[User] Wildcat slumps against the other side of the door. "Hello, Lts," he says dourly, "Well everything is fine. I am enjoying my day off, thank you very much. If there's a problem, I trust it can wait until tomorrow."

[User] Longshot nods to Live, indicating that she should answer. This is going to be more within her ballpark than his.

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 Love nods back to Longshot and swallows. This would be what she calls a sticky situation.

Love stokes some positivity! She says, "Hey, Wildcat." Her language flips back to not using his rank. "Good, your day is about to get even better. I brought some Bub's hayburgers!" Love grabs the bag from her side and raises it towards the door. "Let's eat together."

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 Wildcat pauses for a moment. He chuckles hollowly. "Well, how could I say no to that?" he says humorlessly, "Might as well let you in." The  deadbolts slides back and he opens the door. A day's worth of scruff adorns his chin and his eyes have bags under them. He looks at them blearily. "So it's just you too, eh?"

He holds the door open, inviting them into the dark house.

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 "Just us." Longshot replies. "Were you expecting otherwise?"

He tries to be glib as he slips through the doorway, even though he's fishing for information.

Love's going to have to play good cop.

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 One of the best things after a long night. Free food hoof delivered.

"The flavor was already headed through the door. Might as well enjoy it." Love smiles. It smells good.

Wildcat's scrub isn't going to pause this train. The caboose enters the house at safe entry speed.

Love carries the takeout bag in a hoof as she walks. The bag is big. Large enough for two stallions. Too small for three stallions so Love has another bag on her person for that third stallion. "I love Bub's. They know how to cook a burger. Dripping with flavor. Fries are large and seasoned right. I like the regular fries myself. They have sweet potato waffle fries, but the flavor is too dense for my style. Doesn't pair as well with the hayburger. Plenty of ice cream flavors on the menu if that's a pony's thing."

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 "No comment," Wildcat says in a wry attempt at humor.

"Yeah..." he agrees about Love's assessment of Bub's, "They do good work. Make good food." He shuffles towards the table, which only has the recommended four chairs around it. The interior of the house is not very messy. There's too little in it to make much of a mess, even if it was all thrown about. At the moment, aside from the bottles stacked around the armchair in the living room, everything is neat and orderly.

"If you want soda, tough. I have water," Wildcat says.

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 Longshot could appreciate the simplicity of the house, although he'd freely admit that such appreciation wasn't the intended effect. It looked like their Commander didn't have much by way of a personal life.

"Were Brazen with us, I'd say suspicions would be well-founded. But since he's not, eh." Longshot shrugs. "And water's fine by me. I had to give up empty calories a long while ago."

He drifts toward the kitchen and takes a look around the place. Surely there had to be some form of conversation topic lurking about the room. Hm.

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 He keeps a clean place. She can appreciate that. A little decoration never hurt no pony though. Was there something on the TV?

Love follows Wildcat to the table. She puts the bag down and reaches inside to remove foam polystyrene clam containers.

She chuckles. "We got you a 'Big Ugly'." A one pound burger. Lightly seared bread. Quality burger. Half melted cheese on top. Off to the side, ready to be assembled, is lettuce, tomato, pickle, and another seared bun. Bub's burgers only get so thick and so the burger/bun have grown outward to a comically large. The thing is the size of a pony's head. Love puts down another flip open container with his basket of fries.

"I'll take water." Love isn't big on soda.

"I went with the 'Not so Ugly."" Half Pound. Love unpacks the first bag and starts working on the second one. Her burger container is notable smaller so there is no confusing the two. If Longshot isn't going to be eating, Love is going to be eating that third burger herself. A 'Mini Bub'? Maybe, he has something else?

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 The fridge has a water dispenser built into the door of the freezer, as per normal. The cabinets have a few glasses, but not enough for a large company. Wildcat doesn't host parties very often. However, there is a stack of papers on the table, including a pamphlet with a saucy batpony mare on the front and number underneath.

The television is turned to a classic, war movie. Wildcat sits at the table and accepts his burger. He begins chewing it, making a grunt of approval first and foremost.

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 Longshot takes the third burger off of Love's hooves. He's been practicing how to peck at food so as to be polite.

He glances at the TV screen. "Well, that looks familiar... Although I can't quite place the name. Which one is that?"

 Spoiler: Roll to Recognize
IQ
 (3d6)[ 5 ][ 2 ][ 4 ](11)  VS 12

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 Love looks for one of the glasses and grabs one. "Wildcat, you want water? Ice? Longshot. Ice or no Ice?" Love puts a hefty amount of ice in her cup and fills up. She serves everyone else at the table what drink they request.

Love glances over the room as she moves on the look out for any thing that could be trouble.

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 The film is an old classic,  The Battle of Halfway Island , detailing the turning point of the war between Equestria and a rogue dragonlord who'd set himself up as a god in some of the eastern lands.

Wildcat grunts. "Halfway Island," he replies, confirming Longshot's hypothesis. He keeps munching his burger and soon has consumed most of it. "Water'd be nice. Ice please."

He lets the room lapse into silence. "So, everything check out? Seen enough to satisfy Red Tape's mothering instincts?"

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 That was right.  Halfway Island...   His grandfather had written quite the scathing dissertation on the documentary's many inaccuracies once upon a time.

"No ice is fine."

Longshot mulls over Wildcat's comments. Maybe they were going about this all wrong. Perhaps a better method would be to shoot straight or start launching into his hypothesis.

A second passes as Longshot evaluates their Commander.

 Spoiler: Open Up, Sir

Body Language
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 She does a little mini cheer, "Water, Ice on the way."

"No ice, got it," she says in a happy tone.

"Halfway Island. I've never seen it. How are you enjoying it?"

Love puts her drink down on the table. She puts Wildcat's glass near his plate. The same is done for Longshot.

Love sits down next to Wildcat and flips open her container. She assembles her burger. "I think Red Tape is worried about you. He doesn't mean any harm. He wants to make sure your alright." After he couldn't get a hold of him for 24 hours.

She takes a big bite out of her burger and chews. She takes a swig of her water.

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 Wildcat sips his water morosely. He's showing a lot of classic signs of depression. "The movie is...showing its age," he mutters, "It was great for its time, but nowadays colts find it boring."

"Of course he did," Wildcat says, even more subdued. "Well...I suppose he's going to find out soon. Might as well get it out."

He takes another swig of water. "I've been ruled unfit to command."

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 Longshot provides an immediate, honest reaction: "The unholy  buck ?"

His secondary reaction is to shift into business mode. His cell phone comes out of hiding. He types a message and places it in the center of the table for all to see:  Love, we need a security/bug check.

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 Love puts her burger down. She frowns and says, "Commander... I..."

She glances at the phone on the table. She steels her face and looks up to Longshot and nods. She stands up and starts walking around searching for listening devices and anything that signals Wildcat may be in trouble.

 Spoiler: Roll
Bug Check
 (3d6)[ 14 ]  vs 16 (Sensor) + 2 (Program) +2 (Tool) +/- (Other(s))

[User]
 The place is devoid of bugs, actually. Not even official ones. Which, to be honest, is suspicious in and of itself, if you're paranoid.

Wildcat finishes his glass of water.

[User]
 Love checks the radio waves for any chatter.

If she doesn't find anything, she shakes her head to Longshot that she didn't find anything.

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 Longshot nods to accept her findings. He relaxes slightly.

"This... is very unexpected. It doesn't even make sense." Sigh. "What happened to cause all this?"

[User] Upon finding nothing, Love's unhappy face returns. She walks back into the kitchen near the table. "Commander. I'm so sorry." She keeps an eye on him.

[User] "They cited." Wildcat grimaces. "Medical issues. I feel fine. More like my old self than ever. And then told me I was a stuck up old fart who shouldn't be in charge of a popsicle, much less a military outfit. They accused me of gross negligence, incompetence, and lacking every skill necessary to be commander. Then they told me that, so long as I went quietly, they wouldn't make it public and I could retire as an 'honored member of Equestria's fabled heroes'. Huh."

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 Were there times when he might of agreed with that assessment? Yes. You'd be hard pressed to find a subordinate who didn't share the sentiment at one time or another. But that was immaterial to the fact that, for good or ill, Wildcat was a part of the squad.

There were very few ponies for whom Longshot would roll over when it came to his squad. The way Wildcat phrased things provided some hope.

"I'm sorry, Commander." He pauses so that the meaning of the wording was clear and not related to what followed. "How high up the chain did this decision originate?"

Thoughts and theories were beginning to stir.

[User]
 Love stands closer to the Commander. Longshot has more experience with the military than anyone except the commander. She trusts him on this one.

"We'll figure something out."

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 "It came from all the top-brass," Wildcat says with a humorless chuckle, "Everyone shy of the princesses themselves was in that room and they all signed the document. Seems my list of friends has been cut short."

"There's nothing TO figure out," he snaps, "This is it. I'm done. It's over."

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 Longshot sinks back into his chair. He couldn't fight that sort of clincher.

"Cud." He says. "I'd hoped for a moment that Doom was behind this and maybe we could unwind it somehow..."

[User]
 The Princesses didn't support, at least on paper, his forced resignation. They may not support Wildcat being ousted like this so that gives Love some hope.

Love pulls a chair besides Wildcat and takes a sit.

"Commander, you built the EDF. We're only here because of you."

Love frowns at Doom's name and keeps an eye on the Commander.

Did they make a mess of the last mission?

"There has to be a crux at the heart."

 Spoiler: Roll
Did the name Doom mean anything to you?
 (3d6)[ 13 ]  vs 14 (Body Language)

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 Wildcat's jaw tenses at the mention of Doom. "Perhaps he is," he says, voice cold. Not towards Love and Longshot, but just cold. "He's everywhere we turn now. There's no end to his 'friends' and 'close supporters' in the upper echelons of power. But to think that he could get to War Monger..." He shakes his head. "Something's happened and it's bigger than the EDF. Bigger than us, even all together."

He sighs. "This...coming mission is the last one. If nothing changes, when it's over, I'll no longer be your commander."

[User]
 Longshot rouses himself forward and to attention.

"Then let's find that change. There must be some way to knock Doom's legs out from under him... I know the Princesses were working on a way to stop him, maybe we could coordinate with them?"

[User]
 The commander knows Doom? He seems to have quiet a few run ins if Doom is everywhere nowadays.

"When I'm told to be quiet and not ask questions. That's the most important time to ask questions. We can't allow this to happen under the rug."

Is the diarchy in danger? She doesn't like the idea of Doom and his friends amassing power.

Love nods to Longshot. "If we go at this alone we may trip up the Princesses' plans. It may not hurt to check in with them or their CSS. Considering Doom's history, I doubt I'd like whatever is coming down the pipeline. We should investigate."

She asks Wildcat, "Forgive me. Are you or anyone you know in any sort of trouble? How much interaction have you had with Doom and his friends?"

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 "Perhaps you could. But I'm out of the fight, Lt," he replies to Longshot.

Wildcat looks up, his face that of a trapped animal. "I can't answer that," he says to Love. He goes to take another drink of water, but finds the glass is empty and stares at it.

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 Longshot makes the conscious effort not to sound abrupt or demanding. He tries to keep the edge out of his voice.

"I'm not going to let you go down without a fight, sir. So let's cut to the heart of the matter: what can you tell us? Does it involve Rose and Chrysalis? My mishaps?"

If Doom got his hooves on the EDF... Best not finish that thought.

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 "We're not going down without a fight, Sir."

She stands and puts a hoof on the Commanders shoulder. She gives him a reassuring rub, "I'll get you some more water," and reaches for his glass. She steps away and asks, "Would you like more Ice?" She tries to provide a distraction for Wildcat's sake.

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 Commander Wildcat lets out a sigh. "You all are definitely not going anywhere. I made sure of that. Red Tape hired the best bucking PR people out there. You all should be untouchable. Now I'm regretting not using a little of that for myself."

"More ice," he repeats in assent. He stares off into space for a moment before finally answering Longshot. "I have my own enemies," he says at last, "Ones with a lot of power and, apparently, the ears of the top brass."


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 The tavern of Rauri's Rest stood three stories high, made of pine timbers with steep thatched  roofs and a foundation of stacked stones. A large accompanying stable had been constructed across the muddy courtyard a a number of outhouses and storage cellars completed the complex. Behind the tavern rose the steep imperious slopes of the mountains, still crowned in ice and snow, even in the middle of summer, and before the inn lay the open valley of Serpent’s Pass. Serpent’s Pass, the one and only known pass between Wider Tarandi and The Elven Coast of the west, a lifeline connecting east to west. The rest of the town seems small and quiet compared to the massive complex of the tavern. Cottage homes and a meager market place stood around roads of hewn cobbles and packed mud crisscross their way through town. Around them, Watchtowers with shingled sides and battlement of pure white ivory scales of massive side were constructed at main the highway and at the town gates.

Summer was a busy season, with a lot of trade traffic and pilgrims passing through while the weather was good. The smell of horses and the bark and bickering of dogs filled the air and Rauri's Rest was full to bursting. Mouthwatering aromas of sizzling meat wafted off a board roasting on an open spit over the largest of the fires in the main hall and a half dozen side halls spilled over with voices and music. Bone dice clattered on wooden tables, laughter and curses rose in bursts and shouts over the common hubbub of noise and sunlight and torches flittered from narrow windows and high sconces through the smoke and deep shadows of the rafters.

The owner of the Tavern, Acindi of the Dreamspeaks, was seated up on a interior balcony overlooking the first floor a few other Dreamspeakers and some trusted friends were gathered there as well, betting emeralds on dice at a small table. Acindi herself was leaning back in her chair, facing out toward the open hall, with her feet kicked up on the balcony rail. Her nimble fingers strummed softly over a small lute made by the finest of Sangar artisans, but it was impossible to hear her light cords over the noises rising from below. As she sat and watched a little smiled spread crooked over her wide lips.

“Sandvi,” she said, addressing one of the younger Dreamspeakers at the table, “Go ask Lekahni’Cai to send up more cranberry wine an’ an extra bowl of figs. I’ve has a vision o’ stories to come.”

“Stories to come Siah?” asked the young speaker slightly confused. Acindi’s meaning and intentions were always difficult to fathom, a curse of being both a shaní and a Speaker he assumed.”

“Stories to come, o mayhap soon t’ be made,” she said dismissively, still strumming at her lute, “It starts here, I kin, though here is not where it shall end. Narry…” she stared over the inn for a moment, “I sense destiny stirring , preparing the way fer great kaí in near and distant places.”

“Siah?”

“I am only an observer, Sandvi an’ observer an’ a teller of tales. But hush’ye now Sandvi an’ fetch the food an’ drink. Fate stirs in visions an’ dreams and I shall harken there.”

The young speaker stared at the elf as bewildered as ever, but then left to do as she’d ordered.

Behind the large wooden bar in the hall below Lekahni’Aki’Letuah - New-Song-Chasing-New-Horizons – pushed her curling brown hair from her brow and directed the cooks to begin carving and serving the roast boar to the patrons. Acindi and her Dreamspeaker ilk may have owned the inn, but everyone knew it was truly Lekahni who ran it. Throwing a clean rag over one shoulder she moved to the front of the bar to greet new travelers and help the two barmaids in making and serving drinks. She smiled and laughed, greeting regulars by name and newcomers with a warm smile. Her green eyes continually scanned the hall, taking in the faces and the many exchanges and her shan ears listened, picking out certain words and voices. She was always on the watch for news, for tiding from a far, no matter how busy things become, Lekahni never stopped waiting.

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 Two Dannu-Gao women entered the tavern, their unremarkable but unmistakably fine leather longcoats only slightly dust-matted from the road, fur-lined conical hats with accompanying headdress marking them both as Magi, and painted wooden masks featuring the illusion of an owl's stare marking them as of the Strix's Quill in particular. The older of the pair listened with faint exasperation, hands folded behind her, as the younger objected to whatever it was she last said.

 "-ll have to find a partial slope to begin our climb, I can't just tunnel through a mountain."
 "I understand that, Beko, but I'd prefer not to use the roads here any more than we have to. The earthquake disturbed the peace, and times of chaos are times of vulnerability for marauders and brigands. They do their best but marauders will always be bolder and more plentiful in times like this."
 "This is why we hired bodyguards, Nila."
 "It's not the danger I'm concerned about, precisely. It's hard to explai-"

She paused, and turned once more to her companion.

 "We can finish this conversation later. Care for a drink?"

For her part, the younger woman simply huffed in response, casting her eyes on the other clientele of the tavern and taking a glance back at the door. The elder washed effortlessly through the crowd like a trickling stream to approach the bar and removed one of her heavy gloves to briefly reveal a delicate-looking hand that bore a bulky silver band shaped to resemble a bird and ornamented with a garnet - one of the nine Rings of the Phoenix, surely! Just as quickly the priceless relic disappeared from sight once more as she reached into her robe to fish for a purse.

 "Good day! My companion and I are travelers headed to the south on business; we will require four beds for one night, no more than two to a room, and a night's accommodation in the stable for four horses."  She pulled out a single, fingertip-sized yellow tourmaline, thought a moment, and produced a second before putting both on the counter with her still-gloved hand.  "Can this be arranged?"

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 Lekahni swept the gemstones into her hand, not even bothering to inspect them. She recognized the hero of Dannu Gaon well enough and it was curiosity more than business on her mind now. This was a Dreamspeaker tavern after all.

"Fer Nila-Sen who bares the Phoenix o' Dannu?" she asked with a smile, "I'll have the best rooms a'made ready an' fresh. But tell me, Siah, what bring ye an' yer companions westward? The steps o' a Phoenix over the lands o' Tarandi are always worth a'marking. Give me the honor o' hearing yer story over the dinner o' roast boar an' honey carrots even now being prepared, an' I will return ye one o' these gems forth-hence."

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 If she were surprised or displeased at being recognized, she didn't show it, only returning her purse to its hidden pocket and replacing her glove in silence. Yet, a playful glint graced her eye. She turned to look behind her and nodded at her companion, who nodded back and left out the door, then turned her gaze back to Lekahni. Despite a countenance hidden behind a painted mask, the way the skin folded up just under her eyes betrayed her grin.

 "Sharp eye - I should have used my left hand. Alas. Now you know that we're thieves fleeing with a priceless treasure."

She didn't even try to make a real ruse of it. Anyone who knew much of the Rings of the Phoenix would know that stealing one would have dire consequences across all Tarandi, consequences that the Dream Speakers here would surely know all about.

 "Very well. I'll happily accept your invitation to dinner; the road ahead is yet long and I tire of trail-meat. In the meantime, I fear you have me at a disadvantage, Lady..?"

[User] The shaná gave a bow to Nila, fist to forehead, "I am Lekahni’Aki’Letuah - New-Song-Chasing-New-Horizons. Long days an' warn nights to ye Siah. I've managed this inn since it was first built, a'fore even the Dreamspeakers took it over." A smile and the softness of fond memories long gone by passed over her elven features, then she handed one of the tourmaline back to the human. "I can'a set ye up a table in one o' the back rooms, if that suit yeh. There's a bit more o' a draft back there, but it's less noisy an' easier fer the tell'n o stories."

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 Nila-Sen closes her eyes a moment as she takes back the semiprecious stone.

 "That sounds delightful. A little cold never bothered me, but the crowds do."

As if by clockwork, the younger Magi chose this moment to return through the front door, along with an additional pair: A short, squat man - most likely a dwarf, actually - clad in heavy furs and a helmet of unusual metal, like copper but more yellow, and a perfectly contrasting tall and lanky Dannu-Gao fellow clad in only common clothes and leather wristguards, with an unstrung bow tied to his pack.

 "Ah, there they are." , the Magi stated simply.  "Come and get us when you're ready?"

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 “Swanny,” replied Lekahni with a nod and then turned to address one of the other barmaid’s who’d been waiting to ask a quest.

A short time later Nila and her companions were approached by one of the Tavern staff, who led them up a few steps and around a bend in a hall to a back room. A few tables near the fire were occupied, though the patrons here seemed to make an effort to keep their voices lower and preserve a sense of peace and quite that was a tangible relief compared to the hubbub of the main hall. The few windows if the room faced the high cliffs of the mountains and let in precious little light. Smoky dimness pressed in as the fire was smaller and the sconces less numerous  than in the main hall. A lone Dreamspeaker minstrel was playing a harp and telling a story in hushed but intense tones, but did not seem to take in offense to the fact that no one seemed to be truly paying any attention as they leaned over their own tables and quiet conversations.

Lekahni had set up a large table in the back of the room, with some space between it and the fire where the rest of the tables where arranged. She was lighting a few candles set in the center, meter attempts to push back the gloom and plates of roast Boare and carrots had already been set before the places by.

“I hope this shall do,” she said, “I can bring yeh what drink yeh wish, as well as a bowl o’ sugared nuts an’ figs if it would please yeh. But please, make yourselves comfortable an’ welcome all.”

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 The group was a little out of sorts in the back room of the Tavern. Only the younger Dannu-Gao man with the bow - he was quick to introduce himself as Sarin, with no clan name - looked completely comfortable, as he was quite happy to take advantage of the offered food and drink and ogle staff and patrons alike under the guise of keeping an eye out. The Dwarf seated next to him seemed much more genuinely alert, and though no less happy to enjoy a drink took more care not to wet her beard. She seemed to have a lot of trouble seeing properly in the firelight, blinking and squinting a lot, and grunted rather than properly introducing herself. Beko-Mak had removed her mask to partake lightly of the meal, though seemed bothered by something only she could see. She was quiet, overall.

Nila-Sen for her part put on a good face but her body language betrayed her, sitting as far as possible from the fire and frowning just a little every time it flared up and the air in the room grew more dry.  "Well, I certainly cannot say you don't put on a good meal. This smells much better than Sarin's road meals."  "Hey!"  "Not now, Sarin."  She chuckled to herself.  "Thank you for your hospitality, Lady Lekahni. As for the story...well, where do you think I should start? The beginning, the word, or the border?"


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 Spoiler: Perun
"My lord!" one of your advisors says, rushing into your study. "Unidentified vessel-coming in from orbit! It simply appeared in the system, and is coming in fast!"

The advisor has a small ream of documents with him, some relevant, most not-but you see images taken of the vessel. While your planet has their own spacefaring ships, this is far different from anything you've ever seen before. And it came from beyond the system-simply appearing.

Something has to be done-and it's up to you.

 Spoiler: Chase
Your ship is badly damaged. Gellar Fields barely held to get you to... Wherever you are. There's a planet nearby, wreathed in storms, but with signs of intelligent life-human life. Your scans don't show any anti-air batteries or anything of the sort, at least not in enough capacity to hurt your vessel, but you're going to have to deal with a hard landing.

There's a large city visible to your sensors-landing there is probably your best bet. You're better at dealing with people than inhospitable nature.

 OOC Thread

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 Spoiler: Perun

Within a second of hearing this Perun has evaluated, is on his feet and is moving. He wordlessly takes the documents. Sorting the relevant from the irrelevant with unerring speed while walking.

 My thanks. Please inform Ada, Wherner and Max Hakber. They shall assemble atat PSDH Site One and begin communications with me at their earliest possibilty.

Looking to another functionary as he strode outward he issued another rapid command.

Send word to Command Master Erik Lauder of Stormwarden Company A. Have him ready his forces and send a motive report to me within 30. We have little time availible to us. I will direct them to the correct position when they are ready.

Barking a series of similiar commands Perun leaves his grand but pracital halls of residence and command. He leaps to a prepared vehicle, the sleek black craft whirs to life when he connect his motive force to it and leaps into action. All the while assempling the netwwork needed to deal with this new information, quickly calculating the liklehoods of various ramifications. What signs they had from forgotten histories showed that interstellar life was likely not friendly, but there was no indication diplomacy was impossible. Even as he readied military forces to meet with him close to the point of landing and recieved updates on course and position from an army of engineers he made heading to be at the minimum safe distance from whatever landing positions it's changing vector would bring it to. Knowing it was his duty to make first contact, and be his people's first shield against this unknown threat.

[User]
 Spoiler: Chase
Chase maneuvers around, looking for a good place to land - somewhere close to important-looking buildings, but not so close as to warrant a pre-emptive strike. He needed these people to welcome him as a visitor from the stars, not shoot on sight on the assumption he was there to murder their leaders. He briefly considers whether a female form would be better receives, but dismisses the notion almost immediately - better to be thought well of for being friendly than for being less threatening.

Chase sets the sensors looking for a good place to land.

[User]
 The vessel lands, on the outskirts of the city. Chase manages to get it settled without any more excessive damage, though he knows that it won't be lifting off again without some repairs.

Where the ship lands, there's a half-circle of armed soldiers. Leading them is Perun, armed as well.

The door opens-jerkily, and it clanks loudly to the ground below. The soldiers shift, nervously.

What do you do?

[User]
 Perun simply watches the other figure, fixing it with a steely gaze as the metal slides away to reveal a figure behind it. Momentarily he's taken aback by the figure, then swiftly switches to brief attempts to determine it's true nature and the nature of its powers. It would be insufficent but must begin now.

 Spoiler: OOC

Use Divine Sense on the ship and detecct magic on both the creature and the ship behind it.

[User] The humanoid standing before you is no fiend, undead, or other abomination.

[User]
 Wordlessly, Perun gave a hand signal to his assembeled troops to not ready thier rifles but stay weary. And a nod to Sir Lauder to have him follow closely. Then he withdraws his claws and walks slowly towards this figure.

 Hello. Mage traveller from beyond the stars. You have reached the city of Landin and the world of Faradan. Why do you journey here?

[User] Chase's eyes flicked over those that had gathered, then back to the one who'd addressed him.   "My ship sustained damage while I was traveling, and I had to make an emergency landing. My apologies for the rather...sudden arrival. If I could trouble you to point me in the direction of some worthwhile mechanics, or a shipyard if available?"   🙂

[User] I am afraid only a few among our numbder have made expeditions into space, industrial shipyards and the sort are distant. Still man here are capable enough to repair it with time and direction I'm sure. Come. I am Perun Veles, Stormlord of Faradan. You shall be a guest of great honour until your ship is ready. All I ask is that ou come with us in peace, and aid those mechanics who seek to repair your ship. Teling any stories you have from beyond the stars, of magic, science and great mysteries would also be greatly welcome.

[User] Perun's attendants look at him, a tad questioningly. They trust him-but he can tell they're a little worried, and want to take precautions.

[User] Perun turns to give a brief look to Lauder, he can likely mtch this figure if the figure acompanies him. But if this figure stays near a ship with unkowable weapon systems countless lives could be claimed. The look therefore simply conveys a desire for him to extend that trust which has been repaid so many times in the past.

[User] Chase considered his words a moment.   "Unexpected, but not unworkable. Supplies and repairs can be discussed at greater length later. Nothing to worry about  : I'm certainly not looking for a fight,"   he adds, letting out a small chuckle. Chase gives a cursory inspection before shutting the ship doors and accompanying Perun away from the crash site.

[User]
 Perun's scientific advisor asks of Chase, before the two men leave, "May we examine the ship? Both so we might learn from it, and so we can see how well we can repair it."

 Spoiler: OOC
Something Chase knows DAMN WELL is innovation, study, and all that jazz is heretical. Very heretical. You follow the procedures laid down by the tech priests and that's it. Nothing more, nothing less.

After Chase makes his decision on whether or not to allow these strangers to examine his ship, he is led by Perun to a simple meeting room, deep within the bowels of the city, sheltered well from the storms. Only a faint drumbeat of rain can be heard.

Both men can feel something. For Chase, it's a familiar feeling-the same feeling he felt with Leman Russ, Horus, all the other Primarchs-a sense of kinship and belonging. For Perun, it's something new-a sense that this man before him is his equal. While Perun, ever the benevolent type, never tries to make others feel unworthy, he knows he's stronger, and faster, and smarter. But this Chase with him... Is different.

[User]
 Spoiler: GM

While walking with this figure I send an order to the science teams availible to us to investigate the ship, see if any computerised elemnts are compatible with what we have etcetera.

 It is reassuring to hear that. I dont know how your weapon systems differ from ours, but if the gap is as wide as between our spaceflight capabilities you would not be a small issue. So, traveller, what is your name, and where are you from? Pray tell are all from where you hail from alike to you?

[User] Chase waves the techies off with a smile.   "Tinker and test away, if it will help."   As his attention turns to his apparent-brother-in-arms, recent memories twist it to a grimace.   "Chase. Further designation has never really been necessary. Like me? No, I am rather...well, not  unique , but...uncommon. I grew up around folk much like the rest of your people - hardworking sorts who were as blessed in spirit as I was in body. Since then I've met others like us...like me, I should say. From time to time"   Chase let the slip hang - if the stranger felt this kinship as well, he would assume 'we' was he and Chase; if not, he would assume 'we' referred to Chase and the unspoken others.   "And what of you, Peren? Stormlord sounds like a title with an interesting story or two behind it."

[User] I would say that succh a story is indeed interesting, though it has only started to become a happy one recently. It is in the hope you can further that I invited you here. You are the first visitor from beyond the stars to arrive here in mu lifetime, though stories as old as this city tell of another time when we came from beyond. I know I would greatly ppreciate any stories you have of worlds beyind this one, of their technologies and of others that stand with apacities unlike those around them. Perhaps we could tell stories in turn?


[User]
 Lon Lon City. Once a simple ranch, the place received a massive influx of refugees after the Great Fire of Castle Town, a mysterious incident that started the War of Succession. As the tent city surrounding the ranch grew over the years, the people realized that the nobles were too busy squabbling to ever lend aid. Thus, they established their own government as the Lon Lon Republic, beginning the ranch's transformation into the true city it is today. The five splinter kingdoms of Hyrule regard the Lon Lon Republic as both friend and enemy; the recent attack from Empress Inara of the highlands was rebuffed not only by the Wardens of Hyrule, but by the other kingdoms who refused to give an inch of high ground to their enemies. Taking advantage of this neutrality, Lon Lon City welcomes people from all walks of life. From the Shadow Quarter of Centurbum to the Rito Aviary of Post, every kind of people imaginable have made their own place in this bustling city.

One of the most notable landmarks in this city is the Warden Inn, a simple inn that has been converted into quarters for the Wardens of Hyrule. Here, the Wardens eat, sleep, and often hang about during their free time. Each of the rooms, including the ones you reside in, are small and plain, but the Wardens have little regulation against decoration and personalization of one's quarters. Today, your otherwise normal morning is intruded upon by a letter sliding under the door, the Wardens' seal upon it. Whatever could it be? It better be something good at this hour of the morning!

[User]
 Inoboru
The gerudo priestess finishes her praying, as usual. This time, however, there is an alien object in her otherwise familiar quarters. A letter.   Oh?   She thinks as she stands up and closes to the envelope. She kindly grabs it and turns it around.   The Warden's Seal!   is the first thing her mind processes before opening it to read its contents. It may be something of importance. Yet she has been in Lon Lon City for a while now, Inoboru has not made that many friends. In fact, her true nature made her to exile herself from formal relationships, both in love and for plain friendship, so she has not outstood in nothing in particular, prefering to take on solo misions, maybe this was one of those, and she was selected because of that? No. Pretty much the best scenario. Anyways, Inoboru opens the envelope to read its contents.

 Spoiler: OoC
 Prepared Spells
 1st.
• Bless
• Cure Wounds
• Detect Magic
• Sanctuary
 2nd
• Augury
• Calm Emotions

[User] Zayn hears the letter slide along the ground behind him as he murmurs the last few lines of his daily prayer, and then stands to retrieve it. Messages are unusual occurrences for the Twili, and what are, judging by the seal, official missives from the Wardens are even more so. Still, he takes the time to return the mat he was kneeling on to its space beneath his bed and pulls on the rest of his voluminous robes before he picks up the letter and slits it open with one of his knives.

[User] Valen was resting on his mattress with wet rags over his forehead, torso and legs. While it wasn't necessary, it was soothing to keep his skin moist and it had become a long habit of his. When the letter it took him a bit to take notice of it, but after a few moments he noticed it. Throwing away the rags towards a corner he picked up the letter. First he sniffed it, trying to find something odd about it. Second he shook it too find any sounds anything that might be hidden inside. When he was content with his suspicions he opened the letter, carefully as not to rip the paper.

[User] Yuri was playing her flute when the letter slid under the door. It took her a minute to notice it, but when she did, she quickly stopped playing. Her hands hovered just above her lap as she sat on her bed, staring quizzically at the delivery. After a few seconds she lifted herself to her feet and made her way over to the letter. Leaving her flute on the table beside her door, Yuri bent over to pick up the letter without bending her knees, her eyes locked intensely onto the Warden Seal the entire time. She hadn't been with the Wardens long and this was the first official looking piece of mail she had ever received. Yuri's excitement and curiosity could no long be contained and she began to slowly open the letter, careful not to tear anything.

[User]
 Any analysis of the envelope shows it to be harmless (at least, physically so). Breaking the seal and opening the envelope shows a letter inside. What a shock! The parchment is fresh and the ink is bright and bold, showing that this letter was written very shortly before you received it. The handwriting is rushed and rough, as though the person sending it was more concerned about sending the letter than about making it look 'professional' in any sense.

" To [name of Warden who received this letter],

Meet me in my office in one hour. I have a new mission specifically for you and four others. Sorry for the short notice.

Sincerely,
Grandmaster Tetra Vel

As you finish reading, you hear the sounds of others waking up and leaving their rooms on business of their own. You know that the Grandmaster's office can be found in the council building - a short walk from the Warden Inn.

[User]
 "Well it seems like I hit the jackpot."  Valen said with a whistle. Maybe it was his instinct, maybe it was the fact that the letter was so hastily thrown together, but he smelled something good would come out of this. He put the letter back in it's envelop and gathered his things. He dressed himself in casual clothing, but strapped on his bow and quiver, as well as his daggers, his rapier and a bag of ball bearings. The Zora hid it all with a cloak which he wore over it all. He made sure to stash his letter in a safe spot in the inside of his cloak. He double checked that he had everything and then was off.

He bumped and snuck his way through the other members of the inn as he left. But since he still had a good hour, he decided to walk slowly towards the Grandmaster's Office. Valen took the time to enjoy the morning; it was something everyone took for granted but it was nice to be outside after being jailed for as long as he had.

[User] ''  Yes!  '' She can't help but yell in joy. Inoboru thinks this is her time to shine and she is recognized as a valuable member of the Wardens. Inoboru places the letter in its envelope and puts it on her coat. She quickly takes and places her sheathes on her self, and about a minute after, she leaves her room in haste towards Tetra Vel's place.

[User] "Excellent."  Zayn tucks the letter into one of the sleeves on his robes, and goes to retrieve his pack from the corner of the room. This is an opportunity that he absolutely cannot afford to lose, and not knowing exactly how long ago the letter was written, he is soon out of his room and on his way to the Warden's office.

[User]
 Yuri read the letter over a few times, it was as she had hoped. Maybe this would be her chance to get out there and really make a difference. She folded the letter and put it in her pocket. Yuri donned her leather armor and placed her blue tunic over top. She fastened her boots that covered half way to her knee and strapped her quiver to her belt. As she made her way over to her door, where her pack and cloak hung on the wall, she realized she forgot to eat breakfast in all the excitement. Not wanting to waste any time, she grabbed an apple from the table on her way out the door.

The day was beautiful and the warm sun made Yuri feel good. She stared into the sky as she walked, eating her fruit and daydreaming about the excitement that was no doubt ahead of her.

[User] Dara was very deliberate in her daily routine. The world was messy, and so it was up to her to bring order through proper cleaning and arranging. On top of that, every detail was important, either in ensuring her victory in battle, or giving the best impression possible as Yuri's representative. So engrossed was she in her work, Dara failed to notice the letter slipped under her door, until she was getting ready to leave and stepped on it. Once she noticed it, Dara quickly scanned it, then immediately rushed to the location. Once she arrived, Dara bowed her head in apology to Yuri.  "A thousand apologies for my tardiness."


[User]
 You are set up in your various perches around the canyon. Moving at a brisk pace down the center is an Orc-a large one, perhaps six and a half feet tall, thickly layered with muscle. Strung on his back is a massive bow, and at his side a similarly large axe.

Where are you?

[User] 600 feet up in the air, readying an action to drink a Potion of Speed once the fight starts.

[User]
 Originally Posted by Sicarius Victis
 600 feet up in the air, readying an action to drink a Potion of Speed once the fight starts.

 Spoiler: OOC
Make a stealth check, to pretend to be a bird.

[User]
 Originally Posted by JNAProductions

 Spoiler: OOC
Make a stealth check, to pretend to be a bird.

 Spoiler: OoC
 (1d20+5)[ 11 ]
Sadly, Stealth is not a Fighter skill.

[User] I see you, there in the sky,  Garkul says, his voice deep and booming.  Do not cross my path, or you will meet the same fate that has befallen the rest of my foes.

[User]
 "Oh, don't worry.  I swear on my life that I don't intend to come anywhere near you..."

 Spoiler: OoC
Just some fun IC stuff while waiting for everyone else.

[User] I see your bow. Your statement is not lost on me-but I will give you the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps you are wiser than you appear.

[User]
 Breena and her Simulacrum are hiding behind some bushes, 500 feet away from the edge of the canyon.

EDIT: The Simulacrum is readying an action for Dimension Door, and Breena's readying one for  Meteor Swarm  Forcecage.

 Spoiler: OOC
I guess her Simulacrum of Firial is next to the real Firial?

[User]
 Originally Posted by King539
 Breena and her Simulacrum are hiding behind some bushes, 500 feet away from the edge of the canyon.

EDIT: The Simulacrum is readying an action for Dimension Door, and Breena's readying one for Meteor Swarm.

 Spoiler: OOC
I guess her Simulacrum of Firial is next to the real Firial?

 Spoiler: OoC
Not immediately next to, but somewhere close.  I suppose I should roll Stealth for the Simulacrum as well.

 (1d20+5)[ 20 ]

[User]
 Originally Posted by King539
 Breena and her Simulacrum are hiding behind some bushes, 500 feet away from the edge of the canyon.

EDIT: The Simulacrum is readying an action for Dimension Door, and Breena's readying one for Meteor Swarm.

 Spoiler: OOC
I guess her Simulacrum of Firial is next to the real Firial?

 Spoiler: OOC
Stealth, with advantage due to distance.

[User]
 Spoiler: OOC
 (1d20+2)[ 15 ]
 (1d20+2)[ 4 ]

Take the best of the two. Also, I realized that Forcecage is a better option than Meteor Swarm. Would you let me switch without losing my spell slots?

[User]
 Originally Posted by King539

 Spoiler: OOC
[roll0]

[roll1]

Take the best of the two. Also, I realized that Forcecage is a better option than Meteor Swarm. Would you let me switch without losing my spell slots?

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Yes. Yes I will.

[User]
 "Well, if it's a fight you want, it's a fight you'll get!"  From a nearby alcove stepped a woman clad in armor, and holding a gigantic sword. Her blonde hair grew thick and wild like a lion's mane, and her facial features and eyes had a distinctly feline look. Her entire apperence screamed that she was a deadly avatar of nature...

Except she was only a pale imitation, created by her wizard ally. The real paladin stood in the opposite direction, completely invisible, twice as large, and armed to the teeth with magic weapons and even more power. She smiled in anticipation.

Then, simultaneously, both warriors launched their attack. The visible paladin rushed forwards and swung her sword, while the invisible one first launched

 Spoiler: Attack!
Sorry, it took a bit to work out exactly what order I wanted to do things in, and work has been busy. But I'm here now!

Both Pau'la's Activate Elder Champion the turn before Attacking. Sim Pau'la goes first, moving in, and attacking with a Staggering Smite.

Initiative:  (d20)[ 1 ]
Attack 1: (d20+9)[ 19 ]
Damage: (2d6+3)[ 6 ]
Improved Divine Smite:  (d8)[ 1 ]

Attack 2: (d20+9)[ 13 ]
Damage: (2d6+3)[ 6 ]
Improved Divine Smite:  (d8)[ 8 ]

Staggering Smite: [roll]4d6[roll]

Real Pau'la also closes in, and will cast Destructive Wave as a Bonus Action (thanks to Elder Champion), then attack 3 times (extra attack from Haste).
Initiative:  (d20)[ 17 ]
Thunder Damage  (5d6)[ 24 ]
Radiant Damage  (5d6)[ 22 ]

Assuming Greater Invisibility gives Advantage. If that doesn't work (which, honestly, I'm expecting), just use the first roll. Also, since she is Enlarged, Pau'la gets an extra d4 damage on a hit. Not a big thing, but every little bit counts.

Attack 1:  (d20+15)[ 24 ] ,  (d20+15)[ 29 ]
Damage  (2d6+9)[ 18 ]
Improved Divine Smite:  (d8)[ 3 ]
Enlarged Damage  (d4)[ 4 ]

Attack 2:  (d20+15)[ 34 ] ,  (d20+15)[ 19 ]
Damage  (2d6+9)[ 13 ]
Improved Divine Smite:  (d8)[ 2 ]
Enlarged Damage  (d4)[ 1 ]

Attack 3:  (d20+15)[ 32 ] ,  (d20+15)[ 23 ]
Damage  (2d6+9)[ 16 ]
Improved Divine Smite:  (d8)[ 5 ]
Enlarged Damage  (d4)[ 1 ]

Both Pau'la's will use a 3rd level spell slot to Smite on a hit, with preference given to crits, of course.

All of the above calculations assume that Garkul is not a fiend or undead. If he is somehow, then he takes an extra 2d10 radiant damage from attacks made with the Holy Avenger. Also, as long as one of the Pau'la's is within 10 feet of Garkul, he has disadvantage on Saving Throws against that Pau'la's spells.

[User]
 Spoiler: OOC
 (1d20+10)[ 19 ]  versus DC 19 Simulacrum
 (1d20+10)[ 16 ]  versus DC 19 Magic Weapon
 (1d20+10)[ 17 ]  versus DC 20 Belt
 (1d20+10)[ 25 ]  versus DC 20 Holy Avenger
 (1d20+10)[ 27 ]  versus DC 17 +3 Armor
 (1d20+10)[ 29 ]  versus DC 19 Invisibility
 (1d20+10)[ 23 ]  versus DC 19 Enlarge

Recharge:  (1d6)[ 1 ]

Garkul lets out a massive roar, a roar infused with the primal energies of the earth itself.

The simulacrum dissolves into a pile of snow instantly, leaving behind only its still-magical equipment.

Paula's sword, armor, invisibility, and massive size vanish as well, or at least the magic does-leaving her only her belt in terms of superior equipment.

Then, Garkul turns to face her.  A very bad mistake.

[User]
 Spoiler: OoC
Well, if we're rolling for initiative now...
Real Firial:  (1d20+10)[ 15 ]
Simulacrum Firial:  (1d20+10)[ 11 ]

[User]
 Garkul charges forward, swinging out thrice with his massive axe.

As he strikes, Paula can feel the magic in her belt be cut like a string, leaving her with only her true strength.

 Spoiler: OOC
 (1d20+19)[ 21 ]
 (1d20+19)[ 30 ]
 (1d20+19)[ 29 ]
 (4d12+10)[ 31 ]
 (4d12+10)[ 28 ]
 (4d12+10)[ 28 ]

Also, how is your AC 24? I see 18 (full plate) plus 1 (Defensive) plus 3 (Armor magic, which no longer applies).

Regardless, take 87 damage.


[User]
 Spoiler: Liris: Examine Room

Your name is LIRIS DUVAINEL. Upon waking up today, you realize it is your BIRTHDAY. A number of TERRIBLE CAKES await you outside your room. You have a variety of INTERESTS. You have a passion for AWFUL ARCADE GAMES, and drink so much COFFEE and ENERGY DRINKS that it borders on an UNHEALTHY ADDICTION. You like to PLAY FANTASY GAMES but you only win A BUNCH OF SECOND PLACE TROPHIES. You have a fondness for FARIES AND MYSTICAL CREATURES, and are an aspiring HACKER OF ALL THE INTERNETS. You also like to play TRICKS sometimes.

What will you do?

 Spoiler: OOC
Please respond on Roll20.net site.  If you haven't seen the link yet, then you weren't supposed to!

[User]
 Spoiler: Hans: Examine Room

Your name is HANS WINKERBEAN.  You are without access to your VIRTUAL REALITY HELMET, which houses your SYLLADEX AI.  Although you have been able to survive without it before, its SOMEWHAT UNPLEASANT.  You have a variety of INTERESTS. You have a passion for RATHER OBSCURE LITERATURE. You enjoy creative writing and are SOMEWHAT SECRETIVE ABOUT IT. You have a fondness for SOLVING MYSTERIES STRANGE AND FICTITIOUS, and sometimes dabble in PSYCHOANALYSIS, prominently as the VOICE OF REASON. You also like to HUNT, locking your VAST COLLECTION OF RIFLES AND AMMUNITION inside your closet.  On occasion, if the helmet is COMPATIBLE with it, you like to play VIDEO GAMES with your friends.

What will you do?


[User] The story begins with a group returning to their home town, only to find that it's been raided by goblins.