Astéri, Land of the Gods Part One - Visions of Heroism [Lvl 3-Lvl ???]
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				Title: <strong>Astéri, Land of the Gods Part One - Visions of Heroism [Lvl 3-Lvl ???]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>25-04-2021, 20:28:46</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://cdn.inprnt.com/thumbs/90/43/9043c0270b8e19910dec8956f7d16a00.jpg?response-cache-control=max-age=2628000)<br></div><br><br>The nation of Astéri is dull this morning, the crackling light of dawn on the horizon. For whatever reason, you have found yourself on the road North. Rumour and innuendo of danger have spread through the land. The rumblings of fate and destiny, so often found at the start of the Myths told of great heroics and deeds done by the Champions of Gods and of Mortal Heroes alike.<br><br>One of the apprentices of the Oracle-King of Arkadia has supposedly been captured by a herd of Centaur. This herd has taken root in a camp near the village of Krinsest, a smaller hamlet that mostly serves to house farmers and fleecing folk. No one is sure why the Centaurs have made their home here for now, and even more confusing is why they still make their home here. Perhaps it is arrogance that leads these creatures to openly kidnap an Oracle's servant; or perhaps it is hubris. Perhaps they intend to draw the ire of the gods as a way to mock them, or perhaps they think the risk is worth taking. <br><br>Why this rumour interests you is a thing that will surely draw scholarly debate, should this truly be the first step on the mythical journey you will take. Perhaps you seek a worthy foe in these Centaurs, so as to venerate your God? Maybe it is the Oracle-King's apprentice you seek, whose power of vision may answer you a question that burns at your soul and defines your very being. Possibly it is the rush of combat you crave, or the gaze of another...<br><br>Either way, your journey starts as few journies do. You have not begun this tale in a tavern, or on a ship bound for destiny. This myth does not start with a prophetic foretelling of great destiny. <br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6f/ff/04/6fff04c730611ccbe85393fed4e1fee3.jpg)</div><br>No, this story starts at a Checkpoint.<br><br>Whether you are freshly arriving at the scene of this checkpoint, set up out of a ruined fortification that now sits as a natural barrier on the only road through the hills that lead to Krinsest, or whether you camped here overnight when the Overseer of the ten-or-so soldiers informed you 'politely' that he will see no more petitioners until the 'morrow, it matters little. Your way is barred at the moment; ten soldiers who watch the thirty gathered individuals trying to make passage into Krinsest. Mostly it is farmers or shepherds, trying to return from markets, caught unaware by the descent of Centaurs on their village and eager to return home. At least ten of the people here though are Warriors, mages, scholars, and others besides trying to earn the favour of either the Oracle-King, the Gods, or possibly just the fair apprentice herself. <br><br>Either way, the entire area seems to stir at the sight of the Overseer of this Checkpoint arriving at a tent set up near the centre of the space put aside for those who rested overnight under the stars. He is a grumpy man with tan-skin and a scruffy beard, left patchy by a rushed shaving attempt. His head is clean-shaven, with the thinnest hint of fuzz showing it is indeed by choice this man trims his crown.<br><br>Your Journey begins here. Alone, or together. Unified, or opposed. Hero, or herder. Each of you hearing the shout of a name being called out, none of which yet is yours.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">DM Note</div><div class="spoiler_body">This is your chance to introduce yourselves, and possibly interact with the group or with strangers here. If none of you do anything spectacular, the next DM Post will progress the scene to your Quartet being called up to meet the Overseer of the Checkpoint.</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Header Example</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatright][img width=200 padding=6]YOUR_IMAGE_URL[/img][/floatright][font=trebuchet ms][color=maroon][size=14pt][b][url=YOUR_CHARACTER_SHEET_URL]YOUR NAME[/url][/b][/size][/color][/font]<br><br>[size=8pt][b]Wearing:[/b] Leather Armor&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;[b]AC:[/b] 14<br>[b]Wielding:[/b] Sharp Sword<br><br>[b]HP:[/b] 69 / 69&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; [b]Hit Dice:[/b] 6d8<br>[b]Resources:[/b]&nbsp; [b]1st lvl Spells:[/b] 4/4 [b]Rages:[/b] 3/3 [b]Smite-Slots:[/b] 3/3<br>[b]Money:[/b] 69 gp, 69 sp, 69 cp<br>[/size]<br>[spoiler=Prepared Spells &lt;If any&gt;]spell 1<br>spell 2<br>spell 3<br>[/spoiler]<br><br>[hr] </code></pre></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Astéri, Land of the Gods Part One - Visions of Heroism [Lvl 3-Lvl ???]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>25-04-2021, 23:41:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/Xfj4SCa.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Tali S'Roaka (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=331895.msg15831500#msg15831500)</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Wearing:</strong> A smile&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>AC:</strong> 16<br><strong>Wielding:</strong> Unarmed<br><br><strong>HP:</strong> 28 / 28&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><strong>Resources:</strong><br><strong>Money:</strong> 110 gp<br></span><br><br><hr><br><br>Beneath the massive fur cloak used as a blanket, there was movement. First a twitch, and then a swish as Tali’s tail found the edge of their coverings and tested the temperature outside of it. Given that it didn’t immediately jerk back in revulsion, and instead flicked in mild annoyance, she decided that the conditions were appropriate enough to make the first decision of the day. Like it or not, it was time to get up.<br><br>Her head poked up at the foot of their bed, the fur cloak weighing down around her fuzzy ears as she chapped her lips together and yawned noisily. Fangs flashed, limbs stretched out in every direction as her lean muscles trembled from the effort, and with another great yawn, Tali folded back into herself and settled back against the warmth. Outside there were the sounds of a waking camp, of people getting breakfast made and organized for the day. She had half a mind to yell at them for being early risers, especially when she and Garrus spent half the night drinking and carousing with the locals.<br><br>On one hand, it was an excellent way to learn rumors of their surroundings, as well as a way to get to know the people that they could be coming up against. Knowledge was its own currency, after all. On the other…<br><br>“<em>Mmgh</em>!” She quickly tucked back under the cloak, murring her annoyance at the mild hangover. And the fact that she just wasn't a morning tabaxi.<br><br>“Garrus,” came her throaty voice, vocal cords still worn out from the singing and the laughing and storytelling of the night before. “Why is your head by my feet?” As she asked this, she pressed her bare toes against his neck, his jaw, his cheek, grinning even as she didn’t doubt how annoying it must be.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Astéri, Land of the Gods Part One - Visions of Heroism [Lvl 3-Lvl ???]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>26-04-2021, 20:35:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c2/bf/96/c2bf96b8f40ad1d48bdd35d5f6c2252e.png)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Amberyll Pennoyr (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2435301)</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Wearing:</strong> Studded Leather Armor&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>AC:</strong> 15<br><strong>Wielding:</strong> Nothing at the moment<br><br><strong>HP:</strong> 17 / 17&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 3d8+3<br><strong>Resources:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Pact Magic Slots:</strong> 2/2<br><strong>Money:</strong> 2 gp, 0 sp, 7 cp<br></span><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Known Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>Cantrip:</em> Eldritch Blast<br><em>Cantrip:</em> Friends<br><br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Detect Evil and Good<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Fog Cloud<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Armor of Agathys<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Hex<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Charm person<br><br><em>2<sup>nd</sup>:</em> Phantasmal Force<br><em>2<sup>nd</sup>:</em> Blur<br><em>2<sup>nd</sup>:</em> Misty Step<br></div></div><br><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Hah there, Littlebean," Amberyll called, giving the reins of her donkey a little tug to slow it up. She had been traveling north with hopes to consult hte visions of the oracles of Arkadia. News of the centaur raids had spread rapidly though, as had news of the apprentices' kidnapping by those ruffians. In Amberylle's mind, this was opportunity; find a way to help rescue the seer from captivity, and <em>perhaps</em> the eyeless sight wouldn't mind Amberyll's nearly-empty coin purse.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She approached the checkpoint and its knot of petitioners at a slow trot - not that the donkey she was riding really cared to go faster anyway. As she did, the began unwinding the scarf she wore from her face; no doubt the overseer wanted to see who he was sending through, after all.&nbsp; But it would obviously be a while, to judge from the numerous tents and carts that had beaten her to this pass. For a moment she scanned the hills, considering trying her luck by skirting through them. "What do you think Littlebean, up for a long walk?" She scritched the animal's coarse mohawk of a mane, before slipping off of the saddle to the dusty road with a light <em>whump</em> from her bare feet. "Yes, I suppose, better safe than sorry before breakfast. Stay here. I'm going to get something to eat.."<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Surely there was someone heating up something, willing to share for a few of the grubby Pyke coppers she had left after purchasing the recalcitrant ass she rode in on. And it's always good to see the sighs anyway!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Astéri, Land of the Gods Part One - Visions of Heroism [Lvl 3-Lvl ???]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>27-04-2021, 03:53:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/2WULM5v.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Garrus Sigridsson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=331895.msg15828932#msg15828932)</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Wearing:</strong> Tali and covers -&gt; Chainmail&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>AC:</strong> 11 -&gt; 16<br><strong>Wielding:</strong> Greataxe, Javelins<br><br><strong>HP:</strong> 32 / 32&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 3d10<br><strong>Resources:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>1st lvl Spell Slots:</strong> 3/3&nbsp; <strong>Channel Divinity:</strong> 1/1&nbsp; <strong>Shifting:</strong>&nbsp; 1/1&nbsp; <strong>Divine Sense:</strong> 5/5&nbsp; <strong>Lay on Hands:</strong> 15/15<br><strong>Money:</strong> 112 gp, 5 sp<br></span><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Prepared Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Bless<br>Command<br>Cure Wounds<br>Guiding Bolt*<br>Heroism*<br>Shield of Faith<br>Thunderous Smite<br></div></div><br><hr><br>A quiet groan flew from Garrus' mouth as he was stirred awake to the cold tingle assaulting the side of his head. "Agh!" he grunted as he realized it was her wiggling toes that woke him, and he rolled away, in so doing pulling the cloak halfway off of his tabaxi lover. "There are few awakenings ruder than that," he called, his voice gruff with grogginess and head slightly aching from the same mild hangover Tali sported. <br><br>"And here's one of them," he added, rising and snatching the rest of the cloak from her bare form, exposing her to the chill of the tent. "Ha!" Standing proud and just as unabashedly naked, he celebrated this minor victory by tossing the cloak over his shoulder and grinning broadly. <br><br>He was in the middle of snatching up his clothing and pulling them on piece by piece when the clamor of voices and shuffling of bodies picked up outside. He could even hear the stomping of marching boots approach the Checkpoint. "It seems it's time to rescue our volva. Maybe she'll share a vision with us for our troubles." <br><br>When he was dressed--and she was dressed enough--he called to her with a smile, "Tali, a little help with this armor to speed things up? And please don't paint any insulting or horny messages on it this time. I don't like the attention either brings. Usually."<br><br>After some more playful teasing, the two were stepping out of their tent, dressed, armed, and armored, and just in time to hear the Overseer begin calling individuals to enter. "It's as if they're drawing lots," he whispered to Tali. "Oh look, this one's a little elderly for adventuring. And for farming. Think he's the old wizardly type?" He watched the person in question approach the Overseer and his armed escort, looking quite prepared for whatever his business in Krinsest was despite the declared centaur threat. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Astéri, Land of the Gods Part One - Visions of Heroism [Lvl 3-Lvl ???]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hatless</strong> on <strong>28-04-2021, 12:12:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/PCg87U0.jpeg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Ahshala Waeslynn (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=331895.msg15828953#msg15828953)</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Wearing:</strong> Loose-fitting pale green dress, leather bracers, soft leather traveling boots, glasses&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>AC:</strong> 14<br><strong>Wielding:</strong> Unarmed<br><br><strong>HP:</strong> 20 / 20&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 3d6<br><strong>Resources:</strong> <strong>1st lvl Spells:</strong> 4/4 <strong>2nd lvl Spells:</strong> 2/2 <strong>Arcane Recovery:</strong> 1/1<br><strong>Money:</strong> 20 gp<br></span><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Prepared Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">Mage Armor<br>Burning Hands<br>Magic Missile<br>Feather Fall<br>Disguise Self<br>Invisibility<br>Tasha's Mind Whip<br></div></div><br><hr><br>A candle had illuminated one of the many tents that sprinkled the countryside for most of the night, soft oranges and shadows cast against the fabric. The figure within apparently occupied her time with reading and writing, a book in her lap at all times regardless of the activity she was currently engaged in. The impromptu camp had long since gone silent by the time the flame was extinguished and she allowed her mind a few hours of respite from its work.<br><br>A few hours later, Ahshala emerged from her tent at the first hints of the sun's rise. It was a habit that had been ingrained in her for decades by her father. Daylight was not to be wasted. In one arm was a tome whose length spanned the entire forearm upon which it rested. The opposite hand gestured with a few circular waves and was suddenly holding a quill topped with a translucent, ghostly blue feather. Time to make the most of this setback.<br><br>***<br><br>"Fascinating..."<br><br>Ahshala stood before a human man that had gotten comfortable on an old tree stump, a farmer of some sort if his attire was any indication. She scribbled away as he spoke, only occasionally looking up from the pages to ask a new question. Out here, the locals were the best source of information in the elven woman's quest to learn as much about this foreign land and their religious practices as she could.<br><br>"And these apprentices...what is their purpose? Do they entreat the gods of Astéri? Are they priests of some sort? What could be gained from their capture?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Astéri, Land of the Gods Part One - Visions of Heroism [Lvl 3-Lvl ???]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>29-04-2021, 13:33:23</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><em><strong>GM POST<br></strong></em></span></span><br><hr><hr><br><strong><span class="bbc_u"><em>Tali</em></span></strong> and <strong><span class="bbc_u"><em>Garrus</em></span></strong> would find themselves peacefully unmolested after their night sharing a tent. No one was much interested in two adventurers who caused no trouble except for themselves after all, not when people had a Centaur problem, or were locked away from their own home. When they did step out of their temporary abode, and they sighted the elderly man and his small troupe of two guards, they might notice something...off about the way one of them was looking around. The Leonin of the pair of guards was seemingly sniffing at the air, on high alert for some reason with a hand resting on the scimitar at his side.<br><br><em>[Feel Free to Roll either an Intelligence (Investigation) or Wisdom (Perception) Check to see if you also notice what this guard notices...]<br></em><br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u"><em>Amberyll</em></span></strong> meanwhile, having rode in recently on the back of the ever heroic Littlebean, was not in such a groggy state as those who had bunked for the night.&nbsp; Once the Rabbitfolk had made the decision to seek out breakfast, she'd see a few options available. Most eyed the new stranger suspiciously; whether because she was of Feylike quality, or because they were afraid she might take their spot in the queue. It was the third group that seemed more openly willing to assist the Rabbitfolk with her rumbling belly, as an Elderly Woman and a small family of many different aged individuals welcomed her around a large pot of porridge. “<strong>Put them coins away, deary. We won't rob you of some coppers for a small bit o' breakfast.</strong>” The Elderly woman said, smiling pleasantly with a mouth that showed itself severely short on teeth. Without prompt, she handed Aberyll a wooden bowl of porridge, and a hand carved spoon to eat it with. “We're waitin' to get home. Don't think I seen many of your sorts before Young'un...No offence meant, o'course.”<br><br><em>[If you wish, you can attempt to ask these people questions. They are clearly locals, so who knows what they might ask. Feel free to roll a Charisma (Persuassion) Check if you ask anything specific, or a Charisma (Performance) Check if you just want to make a good impression.]</em><br><br><strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Ahshala</span></em></strong> would find her early morning rise had gotten her an at least somewhat interesting conversational partner, in that he was completely uninterested in talking with her. Trying to ignore the Elf had proven useless as she just asked additional questions, and eventually he soothed himself to just accept the pretty woman's company, offering minimal answers to questions. She wasn't much pushing him for details, yet. Just scribbling down what was said. <br><br>“<strong>Dunno much about no city-folk apprenticesezez.</strong>” He said, a fingernail trying to pick at a pip caught between two of his teeth. “<strong>Suppose the Oracle-Devilman talks to them Gods from time to time. Maybe them Young'uns do to. Mostly think you'd wan'em for money, but Centaur tribes ain't much interested in that. Used to trade some milk for good Leather with a Centaur, before they got all huffy...</strong>” He grumbled something under his breath at that, as if annoyed by the recollection.<br><br><em>[A Charisma (Persuassion) Check might be used here to get this farmer to talk more specifically on a subject of interest. Otherwise, you can spend your time trying to see if any other notes you've written touch upon either the Oracle-King, or his Apprentices, by using a Intelligence (History) Check.]</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Astéri, Land of the Gods Part One - Visions of Heroism [Lvl 3-Lvl ???]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>29-04-2021, 14:20:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/2WULM5v.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Garrus Sigridsson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=331895.msg15828932#msg15828932)</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Wearing:</strong> Chainmail and fur cloak&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>AC:</strong> 16<br><strong>Wielding:</strong> Greataxe, Javelins<br><br><strong>HP:</strong> 32 / 32&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 3d10<br><strong>Resources:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>1st lvl Spell Slots:</strong> 3/3&nbsp; <strong>Channel Divinity:</strong> 1/1&nbsp; <strong>Shifting:</strong>&nbsp; 1/1&nbsp; <strong>Divine Sense:</strong> 5/5&nbsp; <strong>Lay on Hands:</strong> 15/15<br><strong>Money:</strong> 112 gp, 5 sp<br></span><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Prepared Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Bless<br>Command<br>Cure Wounds<br>Guiding Bolt*<br>Heroism*<br>Shield of Faith<br>Thunderous Smite<br></div></div><br><hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Perception: 4</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Garrus rolled: 1d20, adding 2 to the total<br>Comment: Per<br>Result: 2,<br>Total: 4</div></div><br><br>"Ha, I may never get used to seeing Leonin with my own eyes," he whispered to Tali as he shifted to watch the elder's lion man guard from afar. It was clear enough that the person was antsy about something, but Garrus was far too distracted by the lustrous novel of mane and maw to conceive of what it could be. He only hoped he wasn't noticed as he pulled out a journal to write something, remembered that he'd misplaced his inkpen on the journey here, then settled for carving his notes into memory. "Hm, I could write an epic poem about the pride of a Leonin warrior. Its wilting, its loss, and its ultimate redemption--of course through a victory accompanied by tragedy and death. Could make a fine saga, even."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Astéri, Land of the Gods Part One - Visions of Heroism [Lvl 3-Lvl ???]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>29-04-2021, 17:24:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/Xfj4SCa.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Tali S'Roaka (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=331895.msg15831500#msg15831500)</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Wearing:</strong> Leather Armor&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>AC:</strong> 16<br><strong>Wielding:</strong> Sheathed rapier, daggers<br><br><strong>HP:</strong> 28 / 28&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><strong>Resources:</strong><br><strong>Money:</strong> 110 gp<br></span><br><br><hr><br>Dressed, upright, and fully awake now, Tali began to rock on the balls of her feet as if the Tabaxi was a wellspring of energy and couldn’t sit still for long. Her worn leathers had long ago softened under the wind and brine of the sea so that nothing creaked when she moved, although she did dress things up a little with her customary red half-cloak; a piece of finery that she kept as clean and orderly as the hat she proudly wore on her head. On her travels over land, she did have the foresight to keep her gold and jewelry to a minimum.<br><br>“Tell me, Garrus,” she mused out loud, lips twisting into its naturally crooked smile, “Will all of your poems be ‘epic’? I can’t keep track of which one to look forward to the most if each and everyone will reach such lofty heights.” Her tail playfully swished, poking at his side like an elbow to the ribs. And even though she stood there with her arms crossed beneath her breasts and her teasing grin clear to see, Tali S’Roaka scanned the gathering figures with the sort of keen alertness that earned her a fine reputation on her ship.<br><br>One of the nicer ones, at least.<br><br>And it was a blend of curiosity for the Leonin, his fancy scimitar -which she lifted her nose at, favoring the swiftness of her own rapier- which first attracted her steady gaze. It didn’t take long before she was examining the intensity of his level of alertness as the guard sniffed at the air. She opened up her own senses; breathing in deep, ears twitching as they tried to find the pieces that the Leonin was putting together. A race, perhaps, he didn’t know he was in.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Perception: 26</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br>Like a boooosssss! (This will never happen again. I feel my curse lurking…)<br><br>At 2021-04-29 09:49:19, Tali (uid: 4492) rolls: 1d20a6 Result: 26 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=153145)<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Astéri, Land of the Gods Part One - Visions of Heroism [Lvl 3-Lvl ???]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hatless</strong> on <strong>30-04-2021, 16:52:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/PCg87U0.jpeg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Ahshala Waeslynn (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=331895.msg15828953#msg15828953)</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Wearing:</strong> Loose-fitting pale green dress, leather bracers, soft leather traveling boots, glasses&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>AC:</strong> 14<br><strong>Wielding:</strong> Unarmed<br><br><strong>HP:</strong> 20 / 20&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 3d6<br><strong>Resources:</strong> <strong>1st lvl Spells:</strong> 4/4 <strong>2nd lvl Spells:</strong> 2/2 <strong>Arcane Recovery:</strong> 1/1<br><strong>Money:</strong> 20 gp<br></span><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Prepared Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">Mage Armor<br>Burning Hands<br>Magic Missile<br>Feather Fall<br>Disguise Self<br>Invisibility<br>Tasha's Mind Whip<br></div></div><br><hr><br>"Oh?" Something that the farmer had said piqued the interest of the elf speaking with him. Ahshala looked up from her book of hastily scribbled notes. The book closed with a soft thump. He had her attention.<br><br>"Please, go on. What do you mean when you say that the centaurs 'got huffy?'" It might not have been the reason Ahshala came here, but she found it curious nonetheless. Perhaps, though, in finding this apprentice, she might get one step closer to deciphering the mysteries of Astéri that had captured her imagination so thoroughly. "Do you know what happened?"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Persuasion 19</div><div class="spoiler_body">Summary:&nbsp;At 2021-04-29 09:41:24, Hatless (uid: 64026) rolls:&nbsp;1d20a<del>6</del>1 Result: <del>24</del>19 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=153144) </div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Astéri, Land of the Gods Part One - Visions of Heroism [Lvl 3-Lvl ???]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>02-05-2021, 17:42:20</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><em><strong>GM POST</strong></em></span><br><br><hr><hr><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/47/c7/18/47c7189c8c949970e912b682ff941c86.jpg)<br><div class="floatright"><em>The Leonin Guard, on Alert for danger.</em></div></div><br>While <strong><em>Garrus</em></strong> is unable to pull his attention away from the impressive mane of the Leonin guard on high-alert, <strong><em>Tali's</em></strong> own feline instincts recognise many of the Lion-Man's tells. Game recognises game, and she could tell where his gently flickering ears and the soft rise of his neckhair was leading.<br><br>Glancing about, then she spotted it. <br><br>There was a shadow in the far distance. Something observant and cautious. The glint of glass was the thing that gave it away, but some two-hundred feet up and a quarter-of-a-mile away there was a Centaur., watching the pass with an eyeglass. The wind was behind the creature, blowing its scent towards the pass – which is what the Leonin had picked up. Only Tali's competitive nature and natural talents for perception allowed her the full on glance of the onlooker. After catching Tali gazing in its direction for an extended few seconds, it seemed to notice and retreat.<br><br><em>[GM Note: The DC to catch the scent was 15. The DC to spot it was 25.]</em><br><br>Meanwhile, <strong><em>Ashala's</em></strong> curiosity paid dividends, as did her gently persuasive nature. The Farmer seemed to be briefly shaken by the sudden intensity of the woman now that he had her full attention, perhaps reminded of some distant memory. His lips chapped as he mumbled to find his verbal footing. “<strong>W-w-well that is t'say that uh...I used t'trade with one of them good ones, y'know? Before they all gots together. Shana – That's the Centaur's name I traded with – She told me that there was four tribes in the valley. Last time I talked with her, she said there was some big Meetin' called by a Big Centaur. Shu somethin'. Shu the Strong? Shu the King? Shu the...Shu-somethin' the Somethin'. That was 'bout a month back.</strong>” He rubbed his chin, apparently tapped of any obvious insight on the situation after that brief pontification. Whether there was more to be gained or not, further question might uncover.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr> <br><br>The Overseer stroked his chin as he sent another group of farm-hands and worried husbands away, refusing them access to the valley just yet. His scouting party had failed to return from Krinsest yet, having been sent a day and a half ago now. There were people he trusted amongst that group, which meant that desertion or dereliction were not at fault here. Something was either keeping them occupied, or had waylayed them. He was confident that there was a good reason...Surely there was a good reason?<br><br>He glanced from his seat at the gathered groups of individuals, knowing well enough that he wasn't going to be able to send anyone away that had a settled group. He needed a solution, and when he glanced at some of the groups he thought he spotted one in the form of one of Asteri's greatest exports: Adventurers. There was rarely a shortage of would-be heroes in the land, and he could see a dozen or so. He whistled at a group of his soldiers, flagging them down before giving them silent messages to relay.<br><br>One-by-one, they vanished. Each approaching Garrus, Tali, Ahshala, and Amberyll separately. Leaning in, they patted each of the would-be heroes on the shoulder, relaying a simple message to them in private, so as not to draw any obvious attention from the outsiders they might be chatting with. <br><br>“<strong>Overseer Viryian would like to speak with you. He needs skilled hands, and thinks you might be suitable.</strong>”<br><br>The guards retreat to the tent, nodding for you to follow when you are ready. If you choose to do so you are let in individually to chat with this Viryian, who waits for you all to gather before speaking. Once you are all gathered, he speaks bluntly, and with a sort of tired finality.<br><br>“<strong>I've seen plenty of your sorts before. There are others out there who can fight, but few who are free to do so of their own volition. I've lost a scouting party out in the space between Krinsest and here. It's about half-a-day's walk from here to there, so they should have been back by now. It's unusual, but I want you lot to go and figure out what's keeping them. Fifty Gold Each, and not a coin more, if you're back by Sundown tomorrow. One rogue tribe of Centaurs shouldn't be able to cause my trackers any trouble...</strong>” He reached into a pouch at his side, pulling out a pinch of Sheep's wool. Rubbing it between his middle finger and his thumb, he traces a shape through the air.<br><br>Apparating in front of them, a miniature sculpt of a man appears. Tanned like the Overseer's, but much younger. This soldier has plentiful brown hair and a messy set of sideburns. He wears the same uniform as Viryian. <br><br>“<strong>This is the man who is leading my scouts. His name is Kythis. Hopefully he's still alive enough for me to tan his hide for being late, but he is the one to look for. Any questions?</strong>”<br><br><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b3/07/ff/b307ff8dd520a4fa62753151f712d112.jpg)<br><em>Kythis, leader of the scouts, as conjured by the Overseer's Minor Illusion</em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Astéri, Land of the Gods Part One - Visions of Heroism [Lvl 3-Lvl ???]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>03-05-2021, 01:26:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/2WULM5v.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Garrus Sigridsson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=331895.msg15828932#msg15828932)</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Wearing:</strong> Chainmail and fur cloak&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>AC:</strong> 16<br><strong>Wielding:</strong> Greataxe, Javelins<br><br><strong>HP:</strong> 32 / 32&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 3d10<br><strong>Resources:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>1st lvl Spell Slots:</strong> 3/3&nbsp; <strong>Channel Divinity:</strong> 1/1&nbsp; <strong>Shifting:</strong>&nbsp; 1/1&nbsp; <strong>Divine Sense:</strong> 5/5&nbsp; <strong>Lay on Hands:</strong> 15/15<br><strong>Money:</strong> 112 gp, 5 sp<br></span><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Prepared Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Bless<br>Command<br>Cure Wounds<br>Guiding Bolt*<br>Heroism*<br>Shield of Faith<br>Thunderous Smite<br></div></div><br><hr><br>He didn't need to look to know Tali's teasing little smirk was waiting for him, but he did all the same. What could he say? He couldn't resist her pretty face. Or her soft, swishing tail for that matter. After its light thwap against his side, he reached out in an attempt to catch it, missing once, twice, then finally taking its fluffy tip in his hand and letting it slip free in one brushing stroke. "I suppose that's the dilemma all of my greatest fans will have to face," he joked, grinning back down at her.<br><br>But that grin faltered and slipped away when he noticed the focused look that came over her. And she wasn't looking at the Leonin any more. He followed her gaze and saw nothing, but that in itself was ominous. "Hm. What did you--?"<br><br>A hand clasped his shoulder and his head snapped towards the source, stopping midway as words flowed, quiet and conspiratorial, into his ear. He watched the guard step back, and after a shared nod, he'd left to return to the Overseer's side. "It seems we're at the head of the line now, Kit" he said, using Tali's 'tamer' pet name and chuckling as he watched her whisper-guard walk off. <br><br><hr><br>Garrus would listen intently to the Overseer's conundrum, his mission, and the reward. He gave an impressed 'hm' as the man conjured up an image of Kythis, somewhat surprised by the magic. "A troubling turn of fate. What do you know about the centaurs' methods, Overseer? If your scouts were waylaid and captured by the centaurs, do you think they'd take them to Krinsest or to some hidden outpost?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Astéri, Land of the Gods Part One - Visions of Heroism [Lvl 3-Lvl ???]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hatless</strong> on <strong>03-05-2021, 05:52:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/PCg87U0.jpeg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Ahshala Waeslynn (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=331895.msg15828953#msg15828953)</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Wearing:</strong> Loose-fitting pale green dress, leather bracers, soft leather traveling boots, glasses&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>AC:</strong> 14<br><strong>Wielding:</strong> Unarmed<br><br><strong>HP:</strong> 20 / 20&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 3d6<br><strong>Resources:</strong> <strong>1st lvl Spells:</strong> 4/4 <strong>2nd lvl Spells:</strong> 2/2 <strong>Arcane Recovery:</strong> 1/1<br><strong>Money:</strong> 20 gp<br></span><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Prepared Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">Mage Armor<br>Burning Hands<br>Magic Missile<br>Feather Fall<br>Disguise Self<br>Invisibility<br>Tasha's Mind Whip<br></div></div><br><hr><br>Ahshala jumped with a startled gasp at the unexpected touch on the shoulder. A human she did not recognize relayed a message out of earshot of the farmer. It was all so very strange for her. Most people didn't see a slender elf in foreign clothing armed only with a book and think that she was the solution to their problems. Well, unless that person was like the nice lady a few towns back and looking for a tutor for her child. Ahshala politely declined.<br><br>"I'm sorry, it looks like there's something I need to see to. Thank you for sharing your time and your stories. I very much enjoy speaking with the locals of this country." The elven scholar returned long enough to give the farmer a friendly nod and a wave of goodbye. It seemed like the polite thing to do rather than leaving the conversation hanging where she had left it before being asked to step away.<br><br><hr><br>The flap of the tent was pushed aside and a scholarly looking elf poked her head inside. Her eyes looked about the interior, wary but curious. One could never be too careful about these things; 'looking for skilled hands' could have all sorts of meanings in the context of a man inviting a woman to his tent. She took a cautious step inside when she saw that she was not the only one that had been summoned to this meeting. Visible relief washed over her face.<br><br>Ahshala did her best to keep her attention on Overseer Viryian throughout his proposal. Once, her hand absently patted at a bag on her belt. Fifty gold coins <em>did</em> sound appealing in the face of a swiftly lightening purse. But even that distraction hardly compared to the other three people in the room with her. Ahshala kept her face forward, but her eyes always found their way to their corners, trying (and failing) to discreetly study the others. They seemed larger than life -- in the case of the man, literally so. Ahshala was already conjuring up a slew of questions to ask each of them.<br><br>"Umm...excuse me." Ahshala raised a hand to shoulder level and waved it to get the attention of the Overseer. "I think you're actually dealing with more than just one rogue tribe of centaurs. I was speaking with a man outside that said he traded with them in the past, and according to him, their behavior changed about a month ago when all the tribes gathered together for a meeting called by a centaur leader. Would that have anything to do with this change you've been seeing?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Astéri, Land of the Gods Part One - Visions of Heroism [Lvl 3-Lvl ???]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>03-05-2021, 07:28:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c2/bf/96/c2bf96b8f40ad1d48bdd35d5f6c2252e.png)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Amberyll Pennoyr (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2435301)</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Wearing:</strong> As pictured, plus Studded Leather Armor&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>AC:</strong> 15<br><strong>Wielding:</strong> Nothing at the moment<br><br><strong>HP:</strong> 17 / 17&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 3d8+3<br><strong>Resources:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Pact Magic Slots:</strong> 2/2<br><strong>Money:</strong> 2 gp, 0 sp, 7 cp<br></span><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Known Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>Cantrip:</em> Eldritch Blast<br><em>Cantrip:</em> Friends<br><br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Detect Evil and Good<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Fog Cloud<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Armor of Agathys<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Hex<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Charm person<br><br><em>2<sup>nd</sup>:</em> Phantasmal Force<br><em>2<sup>nd</sup>:</em> Blur<br><em>2<sup>nd</sup>:</em> Misty Step<br></div></div><br><hr>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Amberyll chattered for a bit with the old woman who she shared porridge with. it was after all, polite to do with free food, even if you were getting what you paid for. In fairness, the gluey sensation in her mouth probably kept her from beign a terribly great conversationalist, so it was a lot of nodding and like at the lady's old people stories. Thankfully a soldier interrupted this before Amberyll could take an early nap. "Ah, pardon me auntie, it seems I'm wanted by the law." her big brown eyes got even wider and her mouth opened roundly with mock fear, but she laughed as she stood, "accidentally" leaving four copper coins on the tuft of grass where her rump had just been. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Entering the tent, probably last due to having to fetch a stray donkey, she took a glance around at the others deemed important enough to skip to the front. A blonde, busy-looking elf. Another blonde, tall, broad, and irritatingly-but-distantly familiar. And a very skinny leonin... <em>no wait</em>. "I liked your old hat, captain. Shame about what that pelican did to it," She perked her ears forward, whiskers trembling a bit in restrained amusement as she looked up at Tali. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The overseer's words caught her attention again though, and she leaned forward a bit as he spoke. "Fifty gold each," she repeated thoughtfully. It wasn't that much, but she'd bet the man didn't have much in his coffers to bargain with in the first place. "Of course I'll help find your man, Viryian. How many centaur are about the area?" She asked with a glance at Ahshala as she mentioned multiple tribes of centaur. "And these are the same that carried off the oracle's apprentice? Is there magic among them that you know of? Do you have literally <em>anything</em> that isn't porridge in here, an apple, figs, some fennel even?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Astéri, Land of the Gods Part One - Visions of Heroism [Lvl 3-Lvl ???]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>05-05-2021, 07:16:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/Xfj4SCa.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Tali S'Roaka (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=331895.msg15831500#msg15831500)</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Wearing:</strong> Studded Leather Armor&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>AC:</strong> 16<br><strong>Wielding:</strong> Sheathed rapier, daggers<br><br><strong>HP:</strong> 28 / 28&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><strong>Resources:</strong><br><strong>Money:</strong> 50 gp<br></span><br><br><hr><br>Tali S’Roaka didn’t much care for being told what to do. Well… <em>most</em> of the time, with certain exceptions. So when a stranger walked up to her and tapped her on the shoulder, she flicked her tail in annoyance and felt her ears flatten with irritation. The amount of side-eye he received was enough to encourage even a grizzled vet to think twice about stepping into her bubble, but she gave him no reason to arm himself and she kept her claws retracted and out of harm’s way. By this time, Garrus had already received his message, so the tabaxi followed his lead and gave a nod once the guard turned to leave.<br><br>Slowly her ears perked back up, and she followed along at the blonde’s side.<br><br><hr><br>It wasn’t long until the last sign of irritation had melted away, replaced by an attentive curiosity of those present. This immediately turned into overjoyed pleasure that was expressed by a high-pitched squeal, and then quickly muted down into contented purring. Tali wrapped her arms around Amberyll quickly, hugging the bunny tightly against her bosom and swayed side to side as the sound continued long after it began. She was happy to nuzzle her cheek against the top of her head and even wrapped her tail around them both for good measure, hoping not only to embarrass her friend but to prove that her excitement was quite genuine.<br><br>The fifty gold would be nice, too, but for the moment that was an afterthought and she continued to nuzzle against Amberyll’s crown.<br><br>“There is at least one,” she piped in, since everyone else had something to say. “I saw it just a moment ago up on the bluffs.” Her tail pointed in the direction of where she had seen the creature. “It’s been watching the camp.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Astéri, Land of the Gods Part One - Visions of Heroism [Lvl 3-Lvl ???]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>08-05-2021, 11:36:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c2/bf/96/c2bf96b8f40ad1d48bdd35d5f6c2252e.png)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Amberyll Pennoyr (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2435301)</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Wearing:</strong> As pictured, plus Studded Leather Armor&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>AC:</strong> 15<br><strong>Wielding:</strong> Nothing at the moment<br><br><strong>HP:</strong> 17 / 17&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 3d8+3<br><strong>Resources:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Pact Magic Slots:</strong> 2/2<br><strong>Money:</strong> 2 gp, 0 sp, 7 cp<br></span><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Known Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>Cantrip:</em> Eldritch Blast<br><em>Cantrip:</em> Friends<br><br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Detect Evil and Good<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Fog Cloud<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Armor of Agathys<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Hex<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Charm person<br><br><em>2<sup>nd</sup>:</em> Phantasmal Force<br><em>2<sup>nd</sup>:</em> Blur<br><em>2<sup>nd</sup>:</em> Misty Step<br></div></div><br><hr>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Amberyll had been expecting a good-natured chuckle and a comeback. when she was swept up in Tali's arms, that was a surprise! She yelped and kicked at the air a bit, eyes wide, before getting squished into the tabaxi's chest. The insides of Amberyll's ears flushed rather pink... this wasn't so bad. Especially the purring. But still there was business afoot. She twisted a bit on Tali's grasp, then her vision went a little hazy when the catwoman began to nuzzle her ears. Amberylle hissed softly, "If i'd know this is how you felt, I'd have stolen you months ago," her ears trembled against Tali's cheeks and nose. "Speaking of, my pockets are empty."<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She was almost distracted enough to miss what else Tali said. "Wait, if they're watching... then either we need to move or prepare for an assault here, right?" She folded her ears back ,out of Tali's way for a moment. This didn't make the situation any more difnified, hanging there in Tali's arms as she was, but maybe it could cut some of the distraction.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Astéri, Land of the Gods Part One - Visions of Heroism [Lvl 3-Lvl ???]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>09-05-2021, 15:45:38</strong>
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				With steepled fingers, and a furrowed brow, Overseer Viryian watches the group of adventurers as they begin to ask questions and offer observations. His stern face doesn't change much, although Ahshala and Tali's words were enough to eventually leave him with a scowl. “<strong>Troubling...troubling indeed.</strong>” He reached underneath his desk and pulled out a satchel&nbsp; made of old, dusty cloth and worn leather. <br><br>Focusing on <strong><em>Garrus</em></strong> first, his eyebrow quirked at the surprisingly affectionate moment between Tali and Amberyll. “<strong>The main reason we were scouting was to find out more of how the Centaur were organising themselves. Normally the Clans would have basic hunting parties and that's it. Worst you'd get out of them was a bit of poaching, or reports of one kicking a farmer who spooked them.</strong>” <strong><em>Amberyll</em></strong> would gain the Overseer's attention for a moment, seemingly as a combined answer to her query. “<strong>They aren't much for magic, as far as I know. The few they had were Shamans and Soothsayers, not battlemages. They mostly use spears and javelins; maybe a sling or two. Like to charge people down, or keep their distance.</strong>”<br><br>Amberyll's other question had the Overseer sigh, his attention shifting back to <strong><em>Ahshala</em></strong>. “<strong>If your information is credible; that goes a long way to explaining the shift in aggression. Most of the Clans numbered a dozen families at most...Maybe six or so warriors and hunters per clan? If all of them are unified, that's a small horde.</strong>” Virian rapped his knuckles on the desk, and one of the Guards entered the room. Virian reached into the satchel and chucked the man a hunk of bread. “<strong>Find the individual this Elf was talking to. Feed them that, and ask about what they know.</strong>”<br><br>Then, finally, <strong><em>Tali</em></strong> would become the centre of attention. Her mentioning a scout had Viryian looking visibly spooked, his knuckles a little whitened as they clenched the edge of the table. That, combined with the knowledge of the Centaur group being considerably bigger than he'd thought, had the military man's mind working overtime trying to figure out what the next best step was. “<strong>This is good information. I don't believe in making people work for free, so take this.</strong>” He reached into the satchel and withdrew two small vials; Glass tubes filled half-full with a crimson, viscous liquid. He handed one to Tali, and the other to Ahshala. “<strong>Hopefully you don't need them, but I'm apparently sending you into more danger than I realised. I'd offer more coin, but I'm limited by what few resources I have. Those are from my personal stash.</strong>” As he dropped the bag beneath his desk, there was a dull 'tink' sound as at least one piece of reinforced glass hit the dirt. “<strong>I'll be sending a runner to the south, see if I can't mobilise a few more troops. I'll also be setting up a new patrol; maybe see if we can't catch whoever is watching us in the act.</strong>”<br><br><em>[GM Note: Tali and Ahshala have gained One <em>Potion of Healing</em> each. Your actions will have consequences for the story later...]</em><br><br>Standing up, Viryian glanced at the four gathered adventurers, handing them a pre-written scroll. “<strong>Hand this to the Guard at the gate, and they'll let you pass. Get back before sundown tomorrow, even if you don't have much.</strong>”<br><br>With that, the Overseer offered a dismissive wave, ignoring most further questions as he started to furiously scribble notes. Whether you were sat still, or out of the tent, thirty seconds later the Overseer would shout out to one of his troops. “<strong>Someone get me Yennis! I need someone fast and I need them on the triple!</strong>”<br><br><hr><br>Whenever your group was ready, they would be led to the gate built into the ruins that had been built up to the checkpoint. Once upon a time this fortification might have been impressive, but for now it was humble and it was a little roughshod. Spear-racks and workbenches had been set up by a tent that had been put together to form a barracks for the soldiers, and as your group approached they would be asked if they had papers from the Overseer, which of course they did. Nodding at you, one of the soldiers would shout towards a trio of others guarding the gate, and they would stand aside to let you pass.<br><br>Outside of the fortification, the path would open into wider planes and vast fields of overgrown grass and the odd sheaf of wheat. About one-hundred feet from the fortification there was a sign pointing what must be North, as it marked out the direction to the village of Krinsest. There are a few dusty footprints you can attempt to follow, although whether they are your targets or not is hard to know. A skilled tracker might be able to follow this path, otherwise your group will be left to chart a course on fate and hope alone.<br><br>It is a hot morning in Northern Astéri; What do you all do?<br><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6a/70/ba/6a70bada8b222b1b25a1b05256505e81.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Astéri, Land of the Gods Part One - Visions of Heroism [Lvl 3-Lvl ???]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>09-05-2021, 22:22:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/2WULM5v.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Garrus Sigridsson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=331895.msg15828932#msg15828932)</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Wearing:</strong> Chainmail and fur cloak&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>AC:</strong> 16<br><strong>Wielding:</strong> Greataxe, Javelins<br><br><strong>HP:</strong> 32 / 32&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 3d10<br><strong>Resources:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>1st lvl Spell Slots:</strong> 3/3&nbsp; <strong>Channel Divinity:</strong> 1/1&nbsp; <strong>Shifting:</strong>&nbsp; 1/1&nbsp; <strong>Divine Sense:</strong> 5/5&nbsp; <strong>Lay on Hands:</strong> 15/15<br><strong>Money:</strong> 112 gp, 5 sp<br></span><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Prepared Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Bless<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Command<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Cure Wounds<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Guiding Bolt*<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Heroism*<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Shield of Faith<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Thunderous Smite<br></div></div><br><hr><br>He'd thought he'd recognized that bunny. It was difficult, after all, to forget one so fuzzy and cute, even when their face was buried in an easily concealing bosom. For the time being, however, he took in what was being said by both parties, simultaneously wondering to himself why they specifically had been chosen. He of course wouldn't comment on it and bring into question their skill and worthiness as a group, but it was interesting, especially being reunited with Amberyll this way.<br><br>After their exit and approach toward the gate, Garrus would ensure he greeted the guards there with an aim to leave an impression. A bit of friendliness and a pinch of brief small talk to both place him as an ally and someone to be remembered should the group come screaming back into town without documents to prove their allowance or some such. And besides, it never hurt to make friends.<br><br>Once they were outside the gate and facing North toward Krinsest, he let loose a deep sigh and removed his cloak, opting to stuff much of it into his pack and allow what wouldn't fit to serve as decoration. His body, sans the massive cloak, didn't look too much smaller than when it was on. <br><br>"I see we have new friends and old here," he said, his airy yet lightly rasping voice soaring upon the air as he flashed Tali a lopsided, fang revealing grin. "This will be exciting. It's good to see you again...Amberyll, was it? And good to meet you, Miss...?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Astéri, Land of the Gods Part One - Visions of Heroism [Lvl 3-Lvl ???]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>14-05-2021, 18:22:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/Xfj4SCa.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Tali S'Roaka (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=331895.msg15831500#msg15831500)</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Wearing:</strong> Studded Leather Armor&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>AC:</strong> 16<br><strong>Wielding:</strong> Sheathed, rapier and daggers<br><br><strong>HP:</strong> 28 / 28&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><strong>Resources:</strong> Potion of Healing (1), Scroll of 'Gandolf Permitance'. <br><strong>Money:</strong> 50 gp<br></span><br><br><hr><br>Tali was rather interested in Viryian’s bag-of-stuff. The tabaxi hadn’t exactly lifted her brow at it, but while the man tossed the guard a piece of bread with orders to interrogate someone, she couldn’t help the cautious whispers that came across her mind. Things like; was there something special about that bread? Or had he simply anticipated that such simple fare would be enough to persuade someone to loosen their tongue? It made her curious about the state these people had to live in, if that were the case.<br><br>Life on land was laced with restrictions and red tape, a bitter reminder that ‘equal shares’ and comradery didn’t have the same meaning here. For the first time a frown tugged at her lips and she found herself lifting her nose at the people in the room.<br><br>She was looking forward to returning to her ship one day. But her affection toward the tall blonde beside her was enough to keep her moving away from the sea and deeper inland. She would just have to tolerate these capitalist asshats.<br><br>Easing her grip on Amberyll came only after one last affectionate squeeze and a smooch against one of those blushing ears. Tali took the potion that was offered to her -carefully tucking it away where it would be accessible and safe at a pouch on her belt. Then she shrugged her shoulders, dismissing the entire room with a flick of her tail. She had no doubts about the skills of her party - and while she didn’t know who this elf was or what her skills were, Tali was always quick to adopt newcomers and to see their potential. Brain was mightier than brawn, after all.<br><br>At least most of the time. When all else failed, they could always send in that hell hound.<br><br><hr><br>Back outside, Tali found herself looking towards the ridge she had spotted the centaur standing on. She highly doubted that another would be perched up there after being spotted the first time, but she flared her nose, breathed in deep, and tasted the wind again.<br><br>“Why is it that a camp of fully trained guardsmen lack critical thinking and the talents necessary to dispose of their own problems?” She adjusted her fine hat and spoke low enough that only those standing close to her might hear her scolding. “I’m never against helping, but are leaders among land-lovers really so incompetent?”<br><br>Her tail swished, but with a sigh and another shrug, she was over it.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Perception Check</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br>At 2021-05-14 11:19:28, Tali (uid: 4492) rolls: 1d20a6 Result: 13 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=153349) </div></div><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Astéri, Land of the Gods Part One - Visions of Heroism [Lvl 3-Lvl ???]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>17-05-2021, 08:38:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c2/bf/96/c2bf96b8f40ad1d48bdd35d5f6c2252e.png)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Amberyll Pennoyr (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2435301)</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Wearing:</strong> As pictured, plus Studded Leather Armor (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/df/2b/8e/df2b8ec2e82024727e0c97f194333c99.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>AC:</strong> 15<br><strong>Wielding:</strong> Nothing at the moment<br><br><strong>HP:</strong> 17 / 17&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 3d8+3<br><strong>Resources:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Pact Magic Slots:</strong> 2/2<br><strong>Money:</strong> 2 gp, 0 sp, 7 cp<br></span><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Known Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>Cantrip:</em> Eldritch Blast<br><em>Cantrip:</em> Friends<br><br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Detect Evil and Good<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Fog Cloud<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Armor of Agathys<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Hex<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Charm person<br><br><em>2<sup>nd</sup>:</em> Phantasmal Force<br><em>2<sup>nd</sup>:</em> Blur<br><em>2<sup>nd</sup>:</em> Misty Step<br></div></div><br><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After putting up with that display, Amberyll was eager to get out and get to work. Out of the tent and back into the sun, she took the time to slip her hood back up, taking a second to free her ears, then collected Littlebean, climbing aboard the animal. &nbsp;"They're busy managing the gate and people traveling through. Plus, do you think any of <em>them</em> want to go off after centaurs?" She leaned over and swatted at Tali's tail as they walked<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Shading her eyes, Amberyll scanned around. "Well. it's still morning." She she had still only eaten a porridge... <em>Well, that was more than you grew up on, so tough it out Amberyll</em>, she chided herself. "A bunch of scouts wouldn't be squatting out in nowhere; we should look for some hoofprints and see where they lead, ourselves... like as not the missing soldiers are in that direction as well. But..." her ears folded back against her hood. "I can't tell horse from manticore in dirt like this." Or any other kind of dirt, but she didn't need to admit that much incompetence. Still, she'd help as she could, and take pointers from whoever might lead that search.<br><hr><br><strong>OOC:</strong> Amberyll's going to provide the help action for Survival, if anyone is going to try to find / follow tracks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Astéri, Land of the Gods Part One - Visions of Heroism [Lvl 3-Lvl ???]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hatless</strong> on <strong>17-05-2021, 23:16:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/PCg87U0.jpeg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Ahshala Waeslynn (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=331895.msg15828953#msg15828953)</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Wearing:</strong> Loose-fitting pale green dress, leather bracers, soft leather traveling boots, glasses&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>AC:</strong> 14<br><strong>Wielding:</strong> Unarmed<br><br><strong>HP:</strong> 20 / 20&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 3d6<br><strong>Resources:</strong> <strong>1st lvl Spells:</strong> 4/4 <strong>2nd lvl Spells:</strong> 2/2 <strong>Arcane Recovery:</strong> 1/1<br><strong>Money:</strong> 20 gp<br></span><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Prepared Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">Mage Armor<br>Burning Hands<br>Magic Missile<br>Feather Fall<br>Disguise Self<br>Invisibility<br>Tasha's Mind Whip<br></div></div><br><hr><br>"Ahshala." One arm kept the ever-present book that the elf carried with her pinned to her chest while the other stretched out in greeting to the hulking man that had asked for her name. She kept it to just the first name for now. Ahshala didn't like coasting on the family reputation, even if the fame rarely extended this far from home or to individuals outside academic circles. <br><br>The scholarly looking woman took a deep, sighing breath when she first looked out upon the open fields. This was it: the beginning of an adventure. Ahshala didn't look the part of an intrepid adventurer -- not in the way Tali and Garrus did -- but she had spent more than her fair share of time poking around dusty ruins. Whether or not that qualified her for a stroll through the wilderness and a turbulent situation involving centaur tribes remained to be seen.<br><br>"I think they're doing the right thing." The elf chimed in helpfully, a stark contrast to Tali's more critical tone. "It's the military's job to protect the citizenry. Those people could be vulnerable to attack if Viryian stretches his forces too thin." Ahshala was used to accepting the authority of military figures in her home country, and she found it difficult to question the methods she saw. "I thought he was nice." The woman shrugged, not too dissimilar from the way the tabaxi had ended her own thoughts.<br><br>The elf's attention fell to the ground and the footprints that strayed from the path. "I've never tried to hunt down lost people before. This should be fun." Her voice sounded a little too eager as Ahshala hurriedly opened her tome and found the latest blank page with practiced efficiency. A pen materialized in her hand and she started sketching the shape of the tracks left behind into the vellum pages.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Astéri, Land of the Gods Part One - Visions of Heroism [Lvl 3-Lvl ???]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>18-05-2021, 01:24:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/2WULM5v.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Garrus Sigridsson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=331895.msg15828932#msg15828932)</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Wearing:</strong> Chainmail and fur cloak&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>AC:</strong> 16<br><strong>Wielding:</strong> Greataxe, Javelins<br><br><strong>HP:</strong> 32 / 32&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 3d10<br><strong>Resources:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>1st lvl Spell Slots:</strong> 3/3&nbsp; <strong>Channel Divinity:</strong> 1/1&nbsp; <strong>Shifting:</strong>&nbsp; 1/1&nbsp; <strong>Divine Sense:</strong> 5/5&nbsp; <strong>Lay on Hands:</strong> 15/15<br><strong>Money:</strong> 112 gp, 5 sp<br></span><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Prepared Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Bless<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Command<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Cure Wounds<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Guiding Bolt*<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Heroism*<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Shield of Faith<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Thunderous Smite<br></div></div><br><hr><br>"Ahshala, it's good to meet you," he said, taking her hand shaking it with a rough sort of gentility. "Is that a spellbook? A wizard would be very useful to our goals." He flashed a fanged smile toward Amberyll, "and those who get their magic from <em>other</em> places." <br><br>It was then that he noted Amberyll and Tali's more pressing conversation on the matter at hand. "Alright, let's look for tracks together." Stepping over, he lent his eye to the cause, though his ear remained more focused on the bookish elf in case of a verbose response. He wondered already how they all would work together. Ahshala he did not know, and even Amberyll was a very briefly met contact, one whom he never so much as shared a personal story with. If all worked out, however, they would all at least be close acquaintances by the end of this ordeal. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rolls with Advantage: 4 and 16</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2021-05-17 12:39:01, Garrus (uid: 59819) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 4 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=153386)<br><br>At 2021-05-17 12:39:07, Garrus (uid: 59819) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 16 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=153387)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Astéri, Land of the Gods Part One - Visions of Heroism [Lvl 3-Lvl ???]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>19-05-2021, 22:17:11</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><em><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">GM POST</span></strong></em></span><br><hr><hr><br><br>The heat of the Norther plains of Astéri would prove an...interesting challenge for the four of you. Between the further Northborn Shifter, the Seabound Trickster, and her Pyke-found sister, the natives of Astéri would find this place more humid than their homes. Ahshala, given her longer lived life and her nature as a travelling scholar, was a little more used to it; even if sweat would start to bead on her brow as well as time passed.<br><br>Tali's attempts to see if they were being watched like the camp had been proved about as fruitful as she expected – That is to say, there was no Centaur on the ridge that she could see. Perhaps her attention focused more elsewhere, as conversation started to blossom between her and the least-known member of this rag-tag entourage.<br><br>While Garrus led the charge on looking for tracks, it was only with Amberyll's assistance that he managed to find what they had set out for; Hoofprints. Hidden under scrub and a thin layer of dust, it was clear to see that at least two horses – Or perhaps individuals with Horse-like bodies – had come through here. The tracks were fairly old, but that gave them a direction to travel in, and so began the journey, Ahshala able to jot down the tracks before being forced to scamper after the rest of the party.<br><br>It took an hour or so of travelling for the party to uncover anything interesting, pushing it into the later parts of the morning, and creeping close even to mid-day. The sun is oppressive at times, but thankfully has fallen behind cloud cover for a bit. <br><br>While Garrus had the lead, it was Tali's trained ears that picked up the sound of something ahead of them. Years as a scout, and a certain degree of <em>expertise</em> meant she was able to hear the low rumble of something ahead of them. They were approaching a fork in the road, over a bit of elevation, and around the corner was a pair of voices. <br><br>The voices belonged to two male Centaurs, a pair of young looking man-folk with patchy, unkempt beards and the sort of scruffy hair that made it clear they were only recently made aware of the importance of personal grooming. The two of them were seemingly sat on the ground, legs folded like a horse as they sat in the ruins of a camp that had been made just far enough out of sight that, had Tali not overheard the pair talking, she might have missed. A nearby rock would have served perfectly as a lookout spot, in fact. <br><br>“<strong>...an you believe her though? Turning <em>me</em> down ?</strong>”<br><br>“<strong>Crazy, brother. Truely crazy.</strong>”<br><br>“<strong>I'm the Chief's Son!</strong>”<br><br>“<strong>Ex-Chief...</strong>”<br><br>“<strong>Ex-Chief, but still! I'm a prized catch!</strong>” His voice broke near the end, cracking slightly. It might have been easy to be sympathetic of the Centaur, were the signs of fresh gore on his spear. A Human's arm was skewered on the end, like a grizzly trophy. He reached for a strip of meat from a saddlebag strapped to his side, and brought it to his mouth, chewing it with an open, grizzly chatter. "<strong>She shou' be thankin' meh.</strong>"<br><br>What do you all do? <br><br>[<em>GM Note: Please Roll Stealth in your Posts, as you will be making a group Stealth Check. If your party manages to roll above an Average of 12, you will be able to set up a surprise encounter.</em>]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Astéri, Land of the Gods Part One - Visions of Heroism [Lvl 3-Lvl ???]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>19-05-2021, 23:04:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/2WULM5v.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Garrus Sigridsson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=331895.msg15828932#msg15828932)</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Wearing:</strong> Chainmail and fur cloak&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>AC:</strong> 16<br><strong>Wielding:</strong> Greataxe, Javelins<br><br><strong>HP:</strong> 32 / 32&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 3d10<br><strong>Resources:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>1st lvl Spell Slots:</strong> 3/3&nbsp; <strong>Channel Divinity:</strong> 1/1&nbsp; <strong>Shifting:</strong>&nbsp; 1/1&nbsp; <strong>Divine Sense:</strong> 5/5&nbsp; <strong>Lay on Hands:</strong> 15/15<br><strong>Money:</strong> 112 gp, 5 sp<br></span><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Prepared Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Bless<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Command<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Cure Wounds<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Guiding Bolt*<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Heroism*<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Shield of Faith<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Thunderous Smite<br></div></div><br><hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Stealth</div><div class="spoiler_body">!Roll Dicebot<br>BOT<br>&nbsp;— Today at 1:37 PM<br>Rummy | Garrus Sigridsson Roll: [7] Result: 8<br><br>!Roll Dicebot<br>BOT<br>&nbsp;— Today at 1:37 PM<br>Rummy | Garrus Sigridsson Roll: [3] Result: 4</div></div><br><br>Upon seeing and hearing these young, scruffy centaur men, Garrus almost had a mind to think of the boys he once grew up with, always lamenting over silly problems and relationships when they weren't dueling or brawling or singing and drinking their troubles away. It was almost enough to bring on a nostalgic sigh, even as he looked upon the bloodied spear. But then he noticed the severed arm, a brutal trophy of a fellow sentient being, and he thought then of the plains clans, the raiders and the killers, those who shunned adventure and creativity for brutality. He never liked them.<br><br>With a renewed focus on the situation, and an awareness of the rustling his chainmail would make if he tried to creep closer, he got the idea to distract them. He picked up a stone and tossed it, hoping to turn the centaurs' attentions the opposite way, but instead the stone struck the edge of something he couldn't see from his vantage point, and the sound of the strike emanated closer to the party than he'd hoped.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Astéri, Land of the Gods Part One - Visions of Heroism [Lvl 3-Lvl ???]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>22-05-2021, 21:21:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/Xfj4SCa.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Tali S'Roaka (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=331895.msg15831500#msg15831500)</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Wearing:</strong> Studded Leather Armor&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>AC:</strong> 16<br><strong>Wielding:</strong> Rapier and dagger.<br><br><strong>HP:</strong> 28 / 28&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><strong>Resources:</strong> Potion of Healing (1), Scroll of 'Gandolf Permitance'. <br><strong>Money:</strong> 50 gp<br></span><br><br><hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Stealth Check</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br>Bot Roll: 26<br></div></div><br><br>Tali watched as the pebble plinked and skittered in the thicket, and as she brought a lifted brow over in Garrus’ direction she was smirking to show her amusement at the fumble. Any quip remark was kept to herself, or perhaps the look on her smirking face communicated to him well enough -they certainly knew one another to interpret general thoughts and feelings with a glance.<br><br><em>You can be so cute,</em> the look said.<br><br>But with her magnificence and superior skills, and a sassy swish of her tail, the tabaxi continued grinning as she moved quickly over to a nearby rock that would provide an excellent lookout spot. Had these centaurs been chewing on chicken rather than a humanoid limb she would have been more open to conversation. But right now, she was disgusted enough that a surprise attack seemed charming. Maybe even fitting, given the situation. She pulled out her weapons, just in case.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Astéri, Land of the Gods Part One - Visions of Heroism [Lvl 3-Lvl ???]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>23-05-2021, 12:55:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c2/bf/96/c2bf96b8f40ad1d48bdd35d5f6c2252e.png)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Amberyll Pennoyr (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2435301)</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Wearing:</strong> As pictured, plus Studded Leather Armor (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/df/2b/8e/df2b8ec2e82024727e0c97f194333c99.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>AC:</strong> 15<br><strong>Wielding:</strong> Nothing at the moment<br><br><strong>HP:</strong> 17 / 17&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 3d8+3<br><strong>Resources:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Pact Magic Slots:</strong> 1/2<br><strong>Money:</strong> 2 gp, 0 sp, 7 cp<br></span><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Known Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>Cantrip:</em> Eldritch Blast<br><em>Cantrip:</em> Friends<br><br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Detect Evil and Good<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Fog Cloud<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Armor of Agathys<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Hex<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Charm person<br><br><em>2<sup>nd</sup>:</em> Phantasmal Force<br><em>2<sup>nd</sup>:</em> Blur<br><em>2<sup>nd</sup>:</em> Misty Step<br></div></div><br><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Amberyll pressed a finger to her cleft lip, and her ears folded back as they heard, then sighted (then for her at least, <em>smelled</em>) the centaur. Ro be entirely honest she had seen humans eating enough rabbit (and cats, and dogs...) that the thought of returning the favor didn't nauseate her especially - at least not any more than the idea of eating meat did in the first place. But she was also fully aware that they'd be just as happy to eat her, so it's not like this is a point to start a conversation.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As Tali mounted her rock, Amberyll crouched in the grass, watching and listening. She slipped a hand into her pocket, and drew out a bit of fleece. While she threaded the wool through her fingers, she fixed her sight on the centaur who was complaining about being turned down for love. <em>"Ratakka hettama vuu,"</em> she repeated a few times under her breath as she twisted the fleece into a cat's cradle and extended her hands towards the centaur <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;No one else saw or heard anything...but the one who wanted his dick wet heard a sudden screech in the sky, and felt a shadow fall over him; a truly massive roc, black feathers and golden crested head, was speeding down towards him with claws outstretched and clearly hungry for horseflesh!<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Action</div><div class="spoiler_body">Amberyll is casting <em>Phantasmal Force (https://5e.tools/spells.html#phantasmal%20force_phb)</em>. There is no save; the target believes what they are experiencing unless they take the time to interact with or examine the illusion (Investigation check vs. DC of 13) It does no damage this round, but she'll have the 'roc" hit next round and do its damage to the whiny centaur</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Astéri, Land of the Gods Part One - Visions of Heroism [Lvl 3-Lvl ???]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hatless</strong> on <strong>23-05-2021, 22:51:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/PCg87U0.jpeg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Ahshala Waeslynn (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=331895.msg15828953#msg15828953)</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Wearing:</strong> Loose-fitting pale green dress, leather bracers, soft leather traveling boots, glasses&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>AC:</strong> 17<br><strong>Wielding:</strong> Unarmed<br><br><strong>HP:</strong> 20 / 20&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 3d6<br><strong>Resources:</strong> <strong>1st lvl Spells:</strong> 3/4 <strong>2nd lvl Spells:</strong> 2/2 <strong>Arcane Recovery:</strong> 1/1<br><strong>Money:</strong> 20 gp<br></span><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Prepared Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">Mage Armor<br>Burning Hands<br>Magic Missile<br>Feather Fall<br>Disguise Self<br>Invisibility<br>Tasha's Mind Whip<br></div></div><br><hr><br>"Oh goodness." Ahshala covered her mouth with one hand. A look of shocked horror swept across her eyes. The blood. The gore. The strip of meat that the centaur chewed on. The elf retched behind her hand, nearly losing her breakfast of dried fruits and nuts from earlier in the morning. Watching a human be eaten was not something life had prepared her to see.<br><br>A handful of her peers were eccentric to be sure; it almost came with the territory of a life spent in isolated curiosity. There were cadavers and detached limbs that she had seen and even studied in a few universities, but it all felt so impersonal. That arm could have belonged to Kythis, the man they were sent to find. Knowing that the butchered limb had a name attached to it somehow made it worse.<br><br>Amberyll's spellcasting jarred Ahshala out of staring at the gruesome scene. Spells. Right. The elf flipped her book open and held it aloft in one outstretched arm. Arcane words flowed from her lips and soon a purple, translucent mist was flowing from the palm of her hand and coalescing around her in the form of spectral armor that slowly faded from sight.<br><br>Her spell complete, Ahshala peeked out from her hiding spot behind the mountain that was Garrus and warily eyed the two centaurs. "So what do we do?" The feral man seemed the best target for the question. There were many things Ahshala knew, but knowledge of battle was not her specialty.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Stealth &amp; Action</div><div class="spoiler_body">Full Result: Hatless rolled: 1d20, adding 4 to the total<br>Comment:<br>Result: 1,<br>Total: 5<br><br>I'd like to cast Mage Armor as well.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Astéri, Land of the Gods Part One - Visions of Heroism [Lvl 3-Lvl ???]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>24-05-2021, 23:28:31</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><em><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">GM POST</span></strong></em></span><br><br><hr><hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Centaur Monster Sheet</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br>Creature: Centaur Scout, Monstrous Fey.<br><br>Size: Large<br><br>HP: ??/??&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Attacks: ??<br><br>Speed: ?? ft.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Multiattack: ??<br><br>Str: High&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Spellcaster: No<br><br>Dex: Medium&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><br>Con: Medium<br><br>Int: Average<br><br>Wis: Medium<br><br>Cha: Average<br><br></div></div><br><em>[GM Note: Going forward, I will offer these sort of 'Monster Sheets' when you meet a monster. This will help you gauge what they are good at without asking me questions, and will allow you to gather knowledge about creatures as if you were writing notes on them. High means above 15, Medium means between 14 and 12, Average means 11-8, and Low would be anything below that.]</em><br><br>With the group's successful ambush, and with their slow movement into place, things unfolded simply enough. Garrus' attempt to distract the centaurs worked...to a degree. The loud-mouthed one withdrew a knife as if expecting to spot a rabbit as he approached the group, which put him in the perfect location to have his expectations met, and then completely blown out of the water. Amberyll's spell was not something he was expecting, so as he looked up, past your group, and spotted what he thought was the looming threat of a Roc, he did what every good Chad-Centaur does when threatened by an Apex Predator.<br><br>He screamed. <br><br>He screamed, dropped his knife, and dropped Prone on his belly. “Fuck! Roc! Shitting Fucking fuckity fuck!”<br><br>The Second Centaur looked over at his cohort, confused as he looked up at the sky at saw nothing. He wasn't at the right angle to see anything of the party, and just looked down with a sort of bored disdain for the now helpless Centaur. “You've eaten something funny again, Brother...”<br><br>While this happened, Tali was able to climb her vantage point, and Ahshala was positioned next to Garrus. Their opportunity to strike was now.<br><br><em>[GM Note: You have a surprise round. Roll intiiative and add it to your post. You do not need to post in initiative order, but your actions will occur in initiative order when I sum up what happens.]</em><br><br><hr><hr><br><em>Combat Summary</em><br><br>Centaur #1 - 10 Feet from Garrus, Ahshala, and Amberyll. Under the effect of <em>Phantasmal Force</em> and Prone on the floor. About 30 feet from Tali. <em><strong>Surprised</strong></em><br><br>Centaur #2 - 30 feet from Garrus, Ahshala, and Amberyll. About 15 feet from Tali. <em><strong>Surprised</strong></em><br><br><br><em><span class="bbc_u">Initiative</span></em><br><br>Centaur #1: 19<br>Centaur #2: 18<br>Tali: ??<br>Garrus: ??<br>Amberyll: ??<br>Ahshala: ??
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				Title: <strong>Re: Astéri, Land of the Gods Part One - Visions of Heroism [Lvl 3-Lvl ???]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>25-05-2021, 00:34:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/Xfj4SCa.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Tali S'Roaka (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=331895.msg15831500#msg15831500)</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Wearing:</strong> Studded Leather Armor&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>AC:</strong> 16<br><strong>Wielding:</strong> Rapier and short sword.<br><br><strong>HP:</strong> 32 / 28&nbsp; +4 Temp&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Resources:</strong> Potion of Healing (1), Scroll of 'Gandolf Permitance'. <br><strong>Money:</strong> 50 gp<br></span><br><br><hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span class="bbc_u">Initiative Roll:</span>&nbsp; <strong>22</strong> <br><span class="bbc_u">Attack Roll:</span>&nbsp; 9 &amp; <strong>19</strong><br><span class="bbc_u">Damage w/Sneak Attack:</span> (1, 6 &amp; 2) <strong>9</strong> Total<br><span class="bbc_u">Target:</span> Screaming centaur #1 who is cowering from the ‘Roc’.<br></div></div><br><br>Seeing the way the centaur was reacting to Amberyll’s spell nearly sent the tabaxi into a fit of giggles. She was forced to brace against the boulder and hold her breath to resist breaking the silence. But the moment the screaming began and the right opportunity presented itself, Tali let loose and vaulted herself effortlessly over the stone. She moved with effortless agility that closed the distance between her and her target (centaur #1) in the blink of the eye. Close enough to see hit panic stretching out across his face. Close enough to be hit with the ghastly smell of cooked human flesh.<br><br>Maybe that was why her first strike with the rapier had gone to waste? The second made up for it with gusto. She felt the blade sink in even as her stomach twisted, but rather than gagging or choking on what these damn lunatics were feasting upon, Tali’s face furrowed into a scowl that bared her teeth just as she hissed at them in warning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Astéri, Land of the Gods Part One - Visions of Heroism [Lvl 3-Lvl ???]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>25-05-2021, 01:20:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/2WULM5v.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Garrus Sigridsson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=331895.msg15828932#msg15828932)</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Wearing:</strong> Chainmail and fur cloak&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>AC:</strong> 16<br><strong>Wielding:</strong> Greataxe, Javelins<br><br><strong>HP:</strong> 32 / 32&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 3d10<br><strong>Resources:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>1st lvl Spell Slots:</strong> 2/3&nbsp; <strong>Channel Divinity:</strong> 0/1&nbsp; <strong>Shifting:</strong>&nbsp; 1/1&nbsp; <strong>Divine Sense:</strong> 5/5&nbsp; <strong>Lay on Hands:</strong> 15/15<br><strong>Money:</strong> 112 gp, 5 sp<br></span><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Prepared Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Bless<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Command<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Cure Wounds<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Guiding Bolt*<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Heroism*<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Shield of Faith<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Thunderous Smite<br></div></div><br><hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span class="bbc_u">Initiative Roll:</span>&nbsp; <strong>21</strong> <br><span class="bbc_u">Attack Roll w/ Advantage:</span>&nbsp; <del>20</del>, 25<br><span class="bbc_u">Damage w/ Smite:</span> 13 Slashing + 15 Radiant. 28 Total<br><span class="bbc_u">Target:</span> Centaur #1<br><span class="bbc_u">Inspiring Smite:</span> 5 + 2 (+ 3). 10 Total. Targeting all allies.</div></div><br><br>"What do we do?" he echoed at the elven woman, the widening, toothy grin on his face revealing canines that were a little too long for comfort, "when prey shows its belly, you attack!" And with that sound advice given, he leaped into action, closing the distance between himself and the cowering centaur and launching into the air before plunging his greataxe down upon his hide.<br><br>The blade carved deep, deeper, and as it found its place buried in the enemy, it gleamed a radiant white, unmarred by the red of the blood that sought to stain it. It sizzled and burned, sending an unbearable heat coursing through the centaur's wound and body. "We need only one, and that one need only be alive enough to talk. Show them who is the predator and who is the prey!" Whether these words roused, inspired, or disturbed, his magical essence infused them with power, bolstering his allies' hardiness in the face of this battle.<br><br><em>Smite attack on Centaur #1, Bonus Action Inspiring Smite to give 4 Temp HP to Tali; 3 Temp HP to Amberyll; and 3 Temp HP to Ahshala.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Astéri, Land of the Gods Part One - Visions of Heroism [Lvl 3-Lvl ???]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hatless</strong> on <strong>26-05-2021, 00:14:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/PCg87U0.jpeg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Ahshala Waeslynn (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=331895.msg15828953#msg15828953)</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Wearing:</strong> Loose-fitting pale green dress, leather bracers, soft leather traveling boots, glasses&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>AC:</strong> 17<br><strong>Wielding:</strong> Unarmed<br><br><strong>HP:</strong> 20 / 20&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 3d6<br><strong>Resources:</strong> <strong>1st lvl Spells:</strong> 3/4 <strong>2nd lvl Spells:</strong> 2/2 <strong>Arcane Recovery:</strong> 1/1<br><strong>Money:</strong> 20 gp<br></span><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Prepared Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">Mage Armor<br>Burning Hands<br>Magic Missile<br>Feather Fall<br>Disguise Self<br>Invisibility<br>Tasha's Mind Whip<br></div></div><br><hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Initiative &amp; OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Hatless rolled: 1d20, adding 4 to the total<br>Comment:<br>Result: 1,<br>Total: 5<br><br>Casting Frostbite on Centaur #2<br>Damage if he fails a CON save:<br><br>Roll Result: Hatless rolled: 1d6<br>Comment:<br>Result: 5,<br>Total: 5</div></div><br><br>"Huh? Wha-?" Ahshala looked utterly perplexed as Garrus rushed ahead. His eagerness to charge forward, his fervor for the battle, the advice he tried to offer her -- none of it made sense to her. "B-but...he's not showing his belly. He's laying down..." Her meek reply came far too late and far too quietly to be heard.<br><br>Ahshala sighed to herself in a defeated sort of way. Well, when all else failed, a wizard always had their magic to fall back on. The elf's hand swirled about in wide circles, and with it came a whirling current of frigid air around the centaur that still looked to be in fighting shape. The humidity of the hot morning became a coating of frost that started to spread through the centaur's fur. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Astéri, Land of the Gods Part One - Visions of Heroism [Lvl 3-Lvl ???]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>01-06-2021, 00:11:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c2/bf/96/c2bf96b8f40ad1d48bdd35d5f6c2252e.png)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Amberyll Pennoyr (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2435301)</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Wearing:</strong> As pictured, plus Studded Leather Armor (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/df/2b/8e/df2b8ec2e82024727e0c97f194333c99.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>AC:</strong> 15<br><strong>Wielding:</strong> Nothing at the moment<br><br><strong>HP:</strong> 17 / 17&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 3d8+3<br><strong>Resources:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Pact Magic Slots:</strong> 1/2<br><strong>Money:</strong> 2 gp, 0 sp, 7 cp<br></span><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Known Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>Cantrip:</em> Eldritch Blast<br><em>Cantrip:</em> Friends<br><br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Detect Evil and Good<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Fog Cloud<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Armor of Agathys<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Hex<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Charm person<br><br><em>2<sup>nd</sup>:</em> Phantasmal Force<br><em>2<sup>nd</sup>:</em> Blur<br><em>2<sup>nd</sup>:</em> Misty Step<br></div></div><br><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The "roc" crashed down on Centaur #1 just asGarrus and Tali did, allowing for the continued illusion that the giant bird was doing more damage than it actually could<br><br>(Phantasmal Force deals 5 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=153632) psychic damage to the centaur)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As this is going on, Amberyll rises from her crouch and flicked her arm out, palm-up, along with a cry of "Aliyzar!" A glimmering ball of incandescent blue light, like a willowisp shot forth from her open hand, leaving an trail of phosphorescent beach-light (https://curlytales.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/EnK8hgfUcAAopCz-1-1280x720.jpg) as it looped and twirled through the air towards the other centaur.<br><br>(Eldritch Blast attack: 9 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=153633))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Astéri, Land of the Gods Part One - Visions of Heroism [Lvl 3-Lvl ???]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>04-06-2021, 18:52:03</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><em><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">GM POST</span></strong></em></span><br><br><hr><hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Centaur Monster Sheet</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br>Creature: Centaur Scout, Monstrous Fey.<br><br>Size: Large<br><br>HP: ??/&gt;37&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Attacks: ??<br><br>Speed: ?? ft.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Multiattack: ??<br><br>Str: High&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Spellcaster: No<br><br>Dex: Medium&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><br>Con: Medium<br><br>Int: Average<br><br>Wis: Medium<br><br>Cha: Average<br><br></div></div><br>With the opening Salvo of the successful Phantasmal Force, cast by the Amberyll in a moment of quiet, both Garrus and Tali were able to score strong attacks against the Proned Centaur; One using her guile to target a weak spot, and the other using his faith, confidence, and conviction to channel holy power into his sword blow. For a moment, the screaming stops. The downed Centaur unmoving, before he blinks his eyes in realisation that the Illusion was not real. “<strong>Sh-Shit!</strong>”<br><br>The other Centaur, only slightly hampered by Ahshala's magic, was able to withdraw a Javelin in hopes of helping his colleague. He throws the Javelin at the nearest target to the more verbose Son of a Chieftain. Not realising the lasting and lingering effects of Ahshala's magic however, he failed to correct for the shivering of his wrists and the rattling of his bones, narrowly missing his target. "<strong>Fucking more of them. Like Rats!</strong>" He said, looking mostly at Ahshala and Garrus with that statement, the two of them looking the most 'human'<br><br><em>[GM Notes: The Centaurs technically act after Tali and Garrus, but the following actions are their planned actions.<br><br>Centaur 1 successful shakes off the <strong>Phantasmal Force</strong> Effect, and moves to stand up from Prone. He is heavily damaged, and close to death.<br><br>Centaur 2 throws a Javelin at the target nearest his Centaur brother. If no one is close, he aims for the closest target, prioritising Garrus, then Tali, then Ahshala, then Amberyll. He rolled with Disadvantage due to <strong>Frostbite's</strong> effect, and thus rolled an 11, which misses all of you. He is still looking healthy.]</em><br><br><hr><hr><br><em><span class="bbc_u">Initiative</span></em><br>Tali: 22<br>Garrus: 21<br>Centaur #1: 19<br>Centaur #2: 18<br>Amberyll: 13<br>Ahshala: 6
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				Title: <strong>Re: Astéri, Land of the Gods Part One - Visions of Heroism [Lvl 3-Lvl ???]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>04-06-2021, 21:19:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/Xfj4SCa.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Tali S'Roaka (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=331895.msg15831500#msg15831500)</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Wearing:</strong> Studded Leather Armor&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>AC:</strong> 16<br><strong>Wielding:</strong> Rapier and short sword.<br><br><strong>HP:</strong> 32 / 28&nbsp; +4 Temp&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Resources:</strong> Potion of Healing (1), Scroll of 'Gandolf Permitance'. <br><strong>Money:</strong> 50 gp<br></span><br><br><hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span class="bbc_u">Initiative Roll:</span>&nbsp; <strong>22</strong> <br><span class="bbc_u">Attack Roll:</span>&nbsp; <strong>17</strong> &amp; <strong>20</strong><br><span class="bbc_u">Damage:</span> Cent #1; <strong>8</strong>,&nbsp; &nbsp;Cent #2; <strong>28</strong><br><span class="bbc_u">Target:</span> Giving Sloppy Seconds to Centaur #1, then moving on to Centaur #2 with the second hit.<br></div></div><br><br>Despite what its instincts were probably screaming at him now, it would have just been better all around if the first centaur remained with his belly on the ground. Trying to stand just signaled to Tali that it was going to put up a fight rather than beg for its right to live, so she did the most reasonable thing in that situation for her and her party. The rapier dragged across his throat created a thin line that split apart before filling with blood. It was deep enough to have severed his windpipe, but she <em>had</em> hissed at him in warning when this began.<br><br>That meant Centaur number 2 was moderately lucky by default. If only because he was assured to live long enough to answer questions and beg for his life. Who knows? She wasn’t entirely unreasonable, there was always a chance. Tali may be many things, but she didn’t go back on her word without a damn good reason.<br><br>There was just one more problem to consider; screams traveled, and if these two were camped out to feast and complain about their daily lives there was a good chance that more of these centaurs were close by. Determined to keep what advantage they had, Tali sprang forward with her short sword lifted. The move mimicked the action Garrus had just performed with his great axe, biting so deep and so clean into her prey that it had nearly been perfect. But despite the grace and agility of her display, she made sure to hold back enough not to kill the beast outright.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Astéri, Land of the Gods Part One - Visions of Heroism [Lvl 3-Lvl ???]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>10-06-2021, 01:00:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/2WULM5v.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Garrus Sigridsson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=331895.msg15828932#msg15828932)</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Wearing:</strong> Chainmail and fur cloak&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>AC:</strong> 16<br><strong>Wielding:</strong> Greataxe, Javelins<br><br><strong>HP:</strong> 32 / 32&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 3d10<br><strong>Resources:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>1st lvl Spell Slots:</strong> 2/3&nbsp; <strong>Channel Divinity:</strong> 0/1&nbsp; <strong>Shifting:</strong>&nbsp; 1/1&nbsp; <strong>Divine Sense:</strong> 5/5&nbsp; <strong>Lay on Hands:</strong> 15/15<br><strong>Money:</strong> 112 gp, 5 sp<br></span><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Prepared Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Bless<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Command<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Cure Wounds<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Guiding Bolt*<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Heroism*<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Shield of Faith<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Thunderous Smite<br></div></div><br><hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span class="bbc_u">Initiative Roll:</span>&nbsp; <strong>21</strong> <br><span class="bbc_u">Attack Roll:</span>&nbsp; 17<br><span class="bbc_u">Damage:</span> 7<br><span class="bbc_u">Target:</span> Centaur #2</div></div><br><br>Following Tali's bloody path once more, Garrus would follow her plunging stab with a swipe of his greataxe, slicing at the centaur's horse-like side in an arcing swing upwards. It was not enough to kill, and that was just what he'd hoped and planned. This one was better off alive. In truth, it was better to have them both as prisoners, but the fools just had to fight back. "We are no average humans, or humans at all. Submit or die, boy."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Astéri, Land of the Gods Part One - Visions of Heroism [Lvl 3-Lvl ???]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>10-06-2021, 02:04:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c2/bf/96/c2bf96b8f40ad1d48bdd35d5f6c2252e.png)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Amberyll Pennoyr (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2435301)</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Wearing:</strong> As pictured, plus Studded Leather Armor (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/df/2b/8e/df2b8ec2e82024727e0c97f194333c99.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>AC:</strong> 15<br><strong>Wielding:</strong> Nothing at the moment<br><br><strong>HP:</strong> 17 / 17&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 3d8+3<br><strong>Resources:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Pact Magic Slots:</strong> 1/2<br><strong>Money:</strong> 2 gp, 0 sp, 7 cp<br></span><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Known Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>Cantrip:</em> Eldritch Blast<br><em>Cantrip:</em> Friends<br><br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Detect Evil and Good<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Fog Cloud<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Armor of Agathys<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Hex<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Charm person<br><br><em>2<sup>nd</sup>:</em> Phantasmal Force<br><em>2<sup>nd</sup>:</em> Blur<br><em>2<sup>nd</sup>:</em> Misty Step<br></div></div><br><hr><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"You can surrender," Amberyll called, stepping from her hiding place to stand atop a rock. Arcane blue light still shimmered around her hands, a reminder of the bolt she had thrown before. "Give us what we want and you can run off to find some herd that doesn't know you got your flanks clapped by a rabbit, cat, and dog. But at least, alive." <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Faced with a choice of blowing the centaur up, or casting a spell doomed to fail, Amberyll is instead going to try to get him to give up. I think Intimidation is what we're after here; if so...<br><br>!Roll Dicebot<br>BOT<br>&nbsp;— Today at 5:02 PM<br>Chulanowa Roll: [20] Result: 23</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Astéri, Land of the Gods Part One - Visions of Heroism [Lvl 3-Lvl ???]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hatless</strong> on <strong>17-06-2021, 01:42:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/PCg87U0.jpeg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Ahshala Waeslynn (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=331895.msg15828953#msg15828953)</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Wearing:</strong> Loose-fitting pale green dress, leather bracers, soft leather traveling boots, glasses&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>AC:</strong> 17<br><strong>Wielding:</strong> Unarmed<br><br><strong>HP:</strong> 20 / 20&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 3d6<br><strong>Resources:</strong> <strong>1st lvl Spells:</strong> 3/4 <strong>2nd lvl Spells:</strong> 2/2 <strong>Arcane Recovery:</strong> 1/1<br><strong>Money:</strong> 20 gp<br></span><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Prepared Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">Mage Armor<br>Burning Hands<br>Magic Missile<br>Feather Fall<br>Disguise Self<br>Invisibility<br>Tasha's Mind Whip<br></div></div><br><hr><br>A shriek that didn't quite have the energy to leave the throat came from Ahshala when she saw Tali's blade cut so cleanly through the centaur's neck. The oversized tome that she carried was clutched a little tighter to her chest. <em>That</em> was something years spent doing investigative field work didn't prepare a person for. But for Tali, it seemed almost effortless. Ahshala was unsure whether to be comforted that she was in the company of experienced mercenaries or perturbed by it.<br><br>The air distorted around Ahshala's free hand and the frigid sounds of expanding ice started to crack and creak. It was the best that the scholarly elf could contribute to the group's combined efforts to talk the second centaur into laying down his weapon. Intimidation was not exactly something that someone with her build excelled at.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">I'm going to have Ahshala do her best to look menacing. If the centaur hasn't surrendered by the time Ahshala's turn comes around again, she'll blast him with some cold again.<br><br>Damage if he fails his CON save:<br>Roll Result: Hatless rolled: 1d6<br>Comment:<br>Result: 6,<br>Total: 6</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Astéri, Land of the Gods Part One - Visions of Heroism [Lvl 3-Lvl ???]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>21-06-2021, 01:50:09</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><em><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">GM POST</span></strong></em></span><br><br><hr><hr><br>With the efficacy of Tali and Garrus' practiced teamwork, both Centaurs were eliminated. Maybe it was adrenaline, or maybe it was rage, but the Centaur lobbed a Javelin at the Blonde man, missing due to the shivering fingers of the Frostbite spell.<br><br>With the more braggadocios Centaur gurgling on the floor, his throat slit open by the Pirate of the pack, the second Centaur glanced over at Amberyll, who'd made her suggestion to surrender. He looked torn at first, not only looking at a person he might be able to strike, but also potentially looking to see if there was an obvious form of escape. No Two-Legged creature could outrun a centaur and, with just a bit of luck and...<br><br>“<strong>Ah, fucking fuck!</strong>” The Centaur swore loudly as cold energy coalesced around his fingers, briefly blackening the ends of the tips. Perhaps it was that which finally pushed him over the edge, and convinced him to drop what weapons he had left. “<strong>Shitty-Shit, shit-shit-fuck... I surrender. Not gonna die for the memory of some brat filly. What do you want?</strong>” He said, still briefly glancing to see if there was an obvious exit, but apparently abandoning the idea, for now.<br><br><em>[GM Notes: Combat has ended with the Centaur's surrender. You each have time to answer a question, which he will answer to the best of his knowledge. If you think your questions might require some sort of Charismatic display, describe how you'll do it. Good enough offers/actions might even alter the DC.]</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Astéri, Land of the Gods Part One - Visions of Heroism [Lvl 3-Lvl ???]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>21-06-2021, 20:43:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c2/bf/96/c2bf96b8f40ad1d48bdd35d5f6c2252e.png)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Amberyll Pennoyr (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2435301)</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Wearing:</strong> As pictured, plus Studded Leather Armor (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/df/2b/8e/df2b8ec2e82024727e0c97f194333c99.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>AC:</strong> 15<br><strong>Wielding:</strong> Nothing at the moment<br><br><strong>HP:</strong> 17 / 17&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 3d8+3<br><strong>Resources:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Pact Magic Slots:</strong> 1/2<br><strong>Money:</strong> 2 gp, 0 sp, 7 cp<br></span><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Known Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>Cantrip:</em> Eldritch Blast<br><em>Cantrip:</em> Friends<br><br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Detect Evil and Good<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Fog Cloud<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Armor of Agathys<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Hex<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Charm person<br><br><em>2<sup>nd</sup>:</em> Phantasmal Force<br><em>2<sup>nd</sup>:</em> Blur<br><em>2<sup>nd</sup>:</em> Misty Step<br></div></div><br><hr>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The wisps of magic fade from her fingers, and the rabbitfolk smiles. "There! Easy, right?" She hopped from her rock - like literally, a good bounding jump of about seven feet, and then just walked the rest of the distance. "We're looking for a team of scouts. Humans from the gate garrison. Seen anything? And what's the deal with your tribes snatching the oracle's apprentice, anyway?" She opened her mouth as if about to ask more, then glanced towards her three companions, letting her jaw close with a quiet click of her teeth. probably they wanted a word in edgewise.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Astéri, Land of the Gods Part One - Visions of Heroism [Lvl 3-Lvl ???]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hatless</strong> on <strong>22-06-2021, 00:21:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/PCg87U0.jpeg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Ahshala Waeslynn (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=331895.msg15828953#msg15828953)</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Wearing:</strong> Loose-fitting pale green dress, leather bracers, soft leather traveling boots, glasses&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>AC:</strong> 17<br><strong>Wielding:</strong> Unarmed<br><br><strong>HP:</strong> 20 / 20&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 3d6<br><strong>Resources:</strong> <strong>1st lvl Spells:</strong> 3/4 <strong>2nd lvl Spells:</strong> 2/2 <strong>Arcane Recovery:</strong> 1/1<br><strong>Money:</strong> 20 gp<br></span><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Prepared Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">Mage Armor<br>Burning Hands<br>Magic Missile<br>Feather Fall<br>Disguise Self<br>Invisibility<br>Tasha's Mind Whip<br></div></div><br><hr><br>Ahshala stepped forward, mindful to give a wide berth to the freshly created centaur corpse on the ground. Her nose wrinkled at the grizzly sight as she scampered passed on her tip toes like the body might stir to life and snatch an ankle. Even more space was given to the centaur that still lived, with the elven woman orbiting roughly ten feet away in what she calculated to be a relatively safe distance.<br><br>Amberyll had hurried forward to pose the question that Ahshala thought to be the most pressing one. Rather than inundate the surrendered centaur with a flood of questions, the wizard sought to add clarity to Amberyll's query. Much as Viryian had done in his tent, Ahshala held her palm out flat and produced a conjured image of Kythis to the best of her recollection. "We are looking for this human in particular. Black hair. Dark skin. Seen any humans like that?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Astéri, Land of the Gods Part One - Visions of Heroism [Lvl 3-Lvl ???]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>22-06-2021, 01:59:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/2WULM5v.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Garrus Sigridsson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=331895.msg15828932#msg15828932)</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Wearing:</strong> Chainmail and fur cloak&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>AC:</strong> 16<br><strong>Wielding:</strong> Greataxe, Javelins<br><br><strong>HP:</strong> 32 / 32&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> 3d10<br><strong>Resources:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>1st lvl Spell Slots:</strong> 2/3&nbsp; <strong>Channel Divinity:</strong> 0/1&nbsp; <strong>Shifting:</strong>&nbsp; 1/1&nbsp; <strong>Divine Sense:</strong> 5/5&nbsp; <strong>Lay on Hands:</strong> 15/15<br><strong>Money:</strong> 112 gp, 5 sp<br></span><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Prepared Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Bless<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Command<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Cure Wounds<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Guiding Bolt*<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Heroism*<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Shield of Faith<br><em>1<sup>st</sup>:</em> Thunderous Smite<br></div></div><br><hr><br>There was relief in Garrus's eyes when the centaur surrendered, but he schooled the expression soon enough. As he did, he watched his allies ask their questions while thinking up one of his own. Something lower in priority, no doubt, but important all the same. Then, at some point after the centaur responded to the others, he would add his question, full of curiosity. "Who's this filly you speak of? From the way you talk about her, it sounds like she's dead or gone. Is this all some ploy for revenge?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Astéri, Land of the Gods Part One - Visions of Heroism [Lvl 3-Lvl ???]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>30-06-2021, 02:45:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/Xfj4SCa.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Tali S'Roaka (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=331895.msg15831500#msg15831500)</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Wearing:</strong> Studded Leather Armor&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>AC:</strong> 16<br><strong>Wielding:</strong> Rapier and short sword.<br><br><strong>HP:</strong> 32 / 28&nbsp; +4 Temp&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Resources:</strong> Potion of Healing (1), Scroll of 'Gandolf Permitance'. <br><strong>Money:</strong> 50 gp<br></span><br><br><hr><br><br>Tali rather enjoyed the adrenaline-fueled moments following immediately after a fight. The exhilaration of knowing that you were still alive, that you were the luckier -or perhaps even the more cunning- and would be seeing another dawn. So as she caught her breath and slowed her heart’s galloping beat, a wide grin stretched across the tabaxi’s face in pure elation. She was beyond pleased to see that her team remained unharmed, that their foes were vanquished, and a soft rumbling purr of laughter trickled from her throat as she realized that her blood-haze was probably inherited by the fearsome warrior wielding the giant axe.<br><br>Tali had half a mind to grab someone by the shoulders and kiss them but resisted. It would have probably startled Ahshala too much, and poor Amberyll was already smothered earlier that morning. <em>And as for Garrus…</em> When she walked past him her tail flicked outward, catching him just beneath his chin like a flirtatious hand stroking that strong jawline. The only problem with kissing Garrus after a good fight was getting herself to stop.<br><br>“I’d like to know who your best warrior is,” she chimed in. While the fight might be over, Tali didn’t clean the blood from her weapons, letting the crimson drip down both shortsword and rapier to discourage any second thoughts the centaur might have. A little extra intimidation to loosen his tongue, since it was <em>his</em> blood watering the grass. “Who is the strongest, baddest motherfucker running things there?”<br><br>So they might take the head off of the snake if violence continues to be the course of action. Information was valuable, after all, and while Tali didn't shrink away from fighting, it wasn't always her first choice.
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