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Aug 27, 2021 3:22 am
As Wirrow passes through Sheemish she catches a glimpse of the blacksmith's true form - and find that he's not a blacksmith at all. Unless blacksmiths in the Western Heartlands are skinny little men who wear wizards' robes. At the very least, it's enough evidence to know that this is not Sheemish.

The wizard jerks as Wirrow's spectral attack finds purchase, and he gropes at his neck. "What in the Nine?" When Wirrow flees, 'Sheemish' regains his composure and begins casting another spell. Then illusory face turns to a scowl as Aiwe reaches the top of the stairs. He doesn't respond to her offer to talk, but then suddenly there are three more of him in the hallway, each one moving and reacting differently, and the original is quickly lost among the group of clones.
[ +- ] Mirror Image
"Know this! You deal with a mage. Better to drop your weapons and perish quickly, or I will be forced to make your end a painful one!"

HP 23/38
AC 15
OOC:
Wirrow is up! Then Aiwe. And if you can break his concentration, then Stella will probably be able to join in too!
Aug 27, 2021 6:19 pm
HP: 28/28
AC: 14


(Dagger thrown from behind Aiwe. Destroys one Mirror Image copy.)
Last edited August 27, 2021 6:22 pm

Rolls

Dagger - (1d20+5)

(16) + 5 = 21

Mirror Image Redirect - (1d20)

(14) = 14

Aug 27, 2021 8:26 pm
"And you deal with my family," Aiwë scowls. "Who should be more scared, mageling? LEAVE THIS PLACE!" she demands, wishing she had an imposing glaive to thump. Her foot on the floor does well enough, and her voice shakes the room. The mage is shaken as the hall jumps about, but he remains standing.

Aiwë casts Earth Tremor at second level but the mage passes his save.

HP: 18/18
AC: 13
Last edited August 27, 2021 8:37 pm

Rolls

Earth Tremors Mage Dex Save - (1d20+2)

(16) + 2 = 18

Aug 27, 2021 8:51 pm
'Sheemish' raises an eyebrow at Aiwe's spell. "And I thought you all might pose me a problem. You'll have to do better than that!" His next spell throws out magical darts that zip unerringly through the air to bite at Aiwe through her clothes and armor (Aiwe takes 12 force dmg).

HP 22/38
AC 15
Two mirror images left

Rolls

Acid dmg to Wirrow - (2d4)

(42) = 6

Magic Missile dmg to Aiwe - (3d4+3)

(342) + 3 = 12

Aug 28, 2021 6:01 am
HP: 22/28
AC 14


(Move closer, Attack Fake Sheemish, dual-wielding. 1 copy is destroyed.)
Last edited August 28, 2021 6:04 am

Rolls

Mirror Image Redirect 1 - (1d20)

(9) = 9

Mirror Image Redirect 2 - (1d20)

(12) = 12

Favored Foe Concentration - (1d20+2)

(1) + 2 = 3

Shortsword 1 - (1d20+5)

(13) + 5 = 18

Shortsword 2 - (1d20+5)

(3) + 5 = 8

Aug 28, 2021 4:37 pm
Aiwë grinds her teeth. The only way she can take another hit like that is with her best healing. If the mage is pulling punches, then not even then. What is Stella doing? She must be under a spell.

"Help! Guards!" She grips her sword and throws herself forward. If she goes down next blow, it will hopefully be with aid on their heels and Stella freed. "Runeson! Ossein! We're being attacked!"

Her heart sinks as the mage puffs to smoke beneath her sword.

Aiwë destroys the last copy.
Last edited August 28, 2021 4:40 pm

Rolls

Attaaaaaack - (1d20+5)

(16) + 5 = 21

Mirror image redirect - (1d20)

(19) = 19

Aug 28, 2021 5:22 pm
"Ugh!" Stella stomps in tired frustration when Wirrow pulls and Sheemish promptly shoots Aiwë with arcane missiles.

"Fine, stay here and work it out. I'll be outside if you decide to join me...You're so insufferable, Sheemish!" She heads down the stairs. "Vigil!" she shouts back at Aiwë with a frustrated, yet casual wave of her hand.

(Healing Word. Aiwë regains 5 HP)
Last edited August 28, 2021 5:39 pm

Rolls

Healing Word - (1d4+3)

(2) + 3 = 5

Aug 28, 2021 9:00 pm
The wizard smirks as Wirrow's and Aiwë's attacks miss him. "No bumbling guards will reach you in time, fools!" With another gesture he sends forth three more glowing missiles, these all aimed at Wirrow (Wirrow takes 9 force dmg).

Rolls

Magic missile force dmg to Wirrow - (3d4+3)

(123) + 3 = 9

Aug 29, 2021 9:45 pm
HP: 13/28
AC: 14


(Ye Olde Duale-Wieldeing. Use Bardic Inspiration to turn the first into a hit, reapply Favored Foe. 'Sheemish' takes 9 damage.)
Last edited August 29, 2021 9:48 pm

Rolls

Shortsword 1 - (1d20+5)

(7) + 5 = 12

Shortsword 2 - (1d20+5)

(4) + 5 = 9

Bardic Inspiration on Shortsword 1 - (1d6)

(6) = 6

Shortsword 1 Damage (+Favored Foe) - (1d6+3, 1d4)

1d6+3 : (2) + 3 = 5

1d4 : (4) = 4

Aug 29, 2021 11:09 pm
"I gotta tell you," Aiwë snarls, striking at the mage. This time her blow is rewarded with blood. "I've never heard a story where it ends well for people who use the word 'fool' like that."

Mage takes 11 damage

HP: 11/18
AC: 13
Last edited August 29, 2021 11:15 pm

Rolls

Longsword - (1d20+5)

(15) + 5 = 20

Damage - (1d8+3)

(8) + 3 = 11

Aug 30, 2021 1:57 am
'Sheemish' staggers as the two warriors' weapons strike home. "Bah! This isn't worth the pay!" He chants a new spell and vanishes from view. Aiwe and Wirrow feel him invisibly brush between them as he runs toward the stairs down, spattering his surroundings with red blood.
[ +- ] Invisibility
OOC:
The Suggestion spell has ended. Stella is free!

Rolls

Concentration saves (both) DC10 - (1d20, 1d20)

1d20 : (7) = 7

1d20 : (5) = 5

Aug 30, 2021 2:40 pm
Stella stops, her eye-stars flaring a furious red as her mind snaps into clarity.

Hearing footsteps clomp down the steps behind her, Stella sweeps her hand across her lips, brushing her tongue across her fingers to form a wicked shard of ice in them. She continues the sweeping motion while pivoting on her heel and furiously hurls the ice toward the invisible assassin like a comet. "Hyaaa!!"

The shard embeds itself in the air, then explodes into a dozen razor-sharp fractals.

(Ice Knife. Moop takes takes 9 damage and is probably now dying with 1 death saving throw failure.)

Hunching forward and seething, Stella growls watching for any further resistance with an uncharacteristic fury.
Last edited August 30, 2021 2:46 pm

Rolls

ICE KNIFE HOW DARE YOU ATTACK MY FRIENDS AND MIND CONTROL ME (Disadvantage) - (1d20+5, 1d20+5)

1d20+5 : (12) + 5 = 17

1d20+5 : (19) + 5 = 24

Piercing Damage - (1d10)

(9) = 9

Moop DEX Save - (1d20+2)

(11) + 2 = 13

Aug 30, 2021 4:26 pm
Stella's magical icicle strikes the invisible mage at the top of the stairs. As his invisibility spell fades away, it's replaced by a coating of ice, freezing him in place with an expression of shock on his face. Given the size and depth of impaling ice shard, the only thing holding up the lifeless wizard is the ice around his boots.
OOC:
Combat over!
Aug 30, 2021 4:31 pm
Aiwë races around the corner, nearly running straight into the frozen wizard.

"Stella!" she cries with relief. She looks over the wizard, the ice surrounding him, and the shard in his chest. "...Stella!" she says again, impressed. Then she starts, remembering something.

"Okay what is this," Aiwë demands, gesturing to Wirrow's wraithlike form. "And why are people being paid to try and kill you? This doesn't make any sense! Also, maybe you were already gonna tell Stella what I figured out, but you are officially out of quibbling time, sister-girl." She gestures to the ice shard for emphasis.
Last edited August 30, 2021 4:35 pm
Aug 30, 2021 5:43 pm
Wirrow widens her eyes at the accusatory tone. The wisps of shadow pull themselves back into her and solidify, and her eyes return from solid red to golden irises. "I- magic?" she answers. "I mostly just sort of did it. And I was going to tell her..."

She checks to make sure no one else is around. "And people want to kill me, again, probably because," Wirrow looks at Stella a bit warily. "Well, that magic, for one."

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Aug 30, 2021 6:15 pm
"Grrrrugh!" Aiwë snarls in frustration, gnashing her tuskish teeth. "No, not why do people want to kill you. Why are people being paid to kill you!" Aiwë stomps around, pulling at her braids.

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"Someone wants you dead, but they don't want anyone to know they want you dead."

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Aiwë beats a rhythm on her drum, sorting her thoughts into a pattern. Where does this story go? What are the pieces they're missing, and were they foreshadowed somewhere they overlooked? She grins, landing a double beat on the drum.

"It might be because your dad was a vampire. Don't you have his book or something?"
Last edited August 30, 2021 6:18 pm
Aug 30, 2021 11:42 pm
Stella's eyes and stance soften once she realizes they're safe for now, eye-stars going from fierce red to an alert orange mixed with fearful blue.

She looks over the dead wizard, then stares down at her hands. Aiwë says her name a few times then starts talking to Wirrow.

What had come over her? Was that self-defense? Anger? Protectiveness? All of the above? He was trying to flee...but he had still tried to kill them...! Or...Wirrow, specifically. He stopped attacking and was trying to flee, but...others would come either way...so was she really defending?

She suddenly pulls her hands to her chest and turns sharply at Aiwë's words and drumbeats.

"O-kaaaay..." she says, slowly looking towards Wirrow. Her eye-stars still flicker between orange and blue. "That explains...a lot..." She shifts uncomfortably and her eyes finally settle on blue. So not a blood hunter...? Or...

"Wait...what's in his book?"
Last edited August 30, 2021 11:52 pm
Aug 30, 2021 11:56 pm
"I don't know," Aiwë replies, voice hushed with suspense, "but Kaleel crept 'cross all kinds of dark and dangerous domains and met myriads of malevolent monsters and men." She taps lightly on her drum again, a foreboding march to accompany her words. "Maybe someone is afraid he learned something," she looks to Wirrow, "and that he left it to his daughter."
Last edited August 31, 2021 3:28 am
Aug 31, 2021 4:20 pm
Abruptly a clatter of armor and weapons fills the stairway as a handful of men wearing the emblem of the Flaming Fist ascend the stairs. The one in the lead scowls at the three women. "What's happened here? And - is that man... dead?"
Aug 31, 2021 6:35 pm
"I should say so!" Aiwë declares, sweeping in front of Stella to protect her from their glares. She probably isn't very comfortable with the fact she killed the man, however many ways Aiwë can explain he had it coming. "He attacked my cousins in their room! They're lucky I showed up and I'm lucky they're as good as they are, else you'd have found three bodies later tonight and not much else!"

She gestures freely, showing the magical singe on her clothes and her shaking arms. One more blow like the last, and Keggruk would be bringing her armour home.
Last edited August 31, 2021 6:39 pm

Rolls

Persuasion (nothing sketchy from us sir and also where were you?) - (1d20+5)

(15) + 5 = 20

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