industrygothica
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D&D 5E [IC] THE CURSE OF AMBERSTAR
JustinCase
the magical equivalent to the number zero
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Seeing the spirit rise from the mysterious blind creature, Aanzu wastes no time in slashing across with his blade, tearing through the entity which disappears immediately.
Without even thinking about it, the dragonborn is on the move again, until he is startled by a sudden move through the wall in front of him. A living painting emerges, the image one of an attractive soft-skin, and the prince hesitates for a but a moment.
The illusion seems to be just that, an illusion. No threat.
In his hesitation, however, the dragonborn has allowed a strange, metallic creature come up to him. It floats in the air, regarding the blue dragonborn through an alien eye, and it seems to be waiting.
Remembering the lesson from the blue dragon, however, Aanzu knows he cannot suffer any of his foes to live.
Diving towards the thing, Aanzu aims directly for the central eye, stabbing his blade forward before retracting and slashing diagonally.
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Neurotic
I plan on living forever. Or die trying.
Thulwar turns and claps his hands at the wondrous machines. He studies the one approaching him seriously, trying to infer its locomotion "Hmmm, some kind of magnet? But the floor would have to be metallic? But maybe it is under the tiles. Watch for it dipping, that would be where the metal has corroded...", its function "...and those arms, lets see, the injector, several for holding the target, one to take the sample, cutters, maybe one for that light emitting function? Do I submit? mmm, maybe for the best. If they deem me unclear or something, I'll just have Tink kill it."
Thus scrutinising the machine, little alchemist stands still, arms wide, clearly facing it. His own machine mimics the motions, towering behind him and raising dangerous hooks into the air. The machine looks anything but peaceful, those hooks could slice the flesh as easily as metal.
Thus scrutinising the machine, little alchemist stands still, arms wide, clearly facing it. His own machine mimics the motions, towering behind him and raising dangerous hooks into the air. The machine looks anything but peaceful, those hooks could slice the flesh as easily as metal.
Archon Basileus
First Post
EVERYONE
AANZU
Aanzu charges against the small beholder, his sword falling heavily against its external metal surface. The entity goes a foot down, dances around and recovers from the blow, now clearly bruised from the attack. The metal skin that envelopes it is now sunken where the blade met it, and the creature rises once again, apparently dazed to an extent, as it emits irregular, discontinuous noises.
[MENTION=6776182]JustinCase[/MENTION], please remember that the fog stops you from using advantage. Your advantage rids you from the need of rolling disadvantage while in this room, but offers no more perks, ok? Also, nice rage/totem interpretation!]
A half-cut voice comes from it, as if in response to the aggression. The red eye's been fractured, but it still sees, at least to some degree. "Hostile presence **tected. **fensive measures on co**se. And, with that, the small hose on its mouth spills a gaseous, blue-like, glittering substance towards Aanzu, while one of the small arms opens up, presenting a thin, shiny needle, big enough to be used as a weapon!
[Roll CON saving throw, DC 13!]
LYLLIE
Lyllie observes the small creatures. Understanding that they don't belong to this world, she begins to scrutinize their strange habits and peculiar anatomies. Clearly they are conceived or raised by the Teraphim, holding the distinctive aspects of their innate magic. The principles that rule Teraphim arcana are very distant from those learned by the gnome, but she can understand that these beholders are probably slaves to a larger master. Her former encounters with creatures like this suggest that most of them follow certain behavioral patterns. Also, they are scouting entities, and even though their intentions are pacific at first, the alarming number of appendages suggest that they are handy, capable of multi-tasking and quite ready to fight. Probably they hold an assortment of poisons and means of restriction, and if her experiences are any good, they are probably fairly resistant to damage as well.
THULWAR
Meanwhile, Thulwar awaits patiently for the thing to move around. It immediately chooses Thulwar to study, leaving the tech spider to its own affairs - which are, right now, resumed to stand guard, in case the beholder attacks. The creature approaches and, after a few seconds, a voice comes from it. "We will now proceed the sample recovery. You'll feel - light discomfort -." - A small needle comes out, puncturing Thulwar's palm and recovering a meager ammount of blood. It then recoils as the creature illuminates the poor gnome with strong, sudden lights. A clicking sound comes from it as it hums.
"New species - found. Please, follow me to the admission center." - the entity turns around, as if decided to go across the hall.
[MENTION=24380]Neurotic[/MENTION] [MENTION=6776182]JustinCase[/MENTION] [MENTION=23298]industrygothica[/MENTION] [MENTION=4936]Shayuri[/MENTION] [MENTION=6855102]Greenmtn[/MENTION] [MENTION=8858]hafrogman[/MENTION]
Harfik Human Monk
At the sight of these lights, and the ominous warnings seemingly coming from everywhere Harfiks senses are overwhelmed, years of learned behavior take over and his mind takes him back. He points his head to the floor seeing what is going on only from the edges of his vision and his mind full of an inner battle he has had many times before as his muscles ripple and seemingly want to lash out but but a memory holds him in place, a painful stinging sensation, cuts a thousand points across his back, the crack of a whip ringing in his ears. He can practically feel the blood soaking into his shirt. He remains motionless under the scrutiny of this... thing.
As the needle takes it's sample, in his mind he knows only that if he moves without permission. He will be punished.
At the sight of these lights, and the ominous warnings seemingly coming from everywhere Harfiks senses are overwhelmed, years of learned behavior take over and his mind takes him back. He points his head to the floor seeing what is going on only from the edges of his vision and his mind full of an inner battle he has had many times before as his muscles ripple and seemingly want to lash out but but a memory holds him in place, a painful stinging sensation, cuts a thousand points across his back, the crack of a whip ringing in his ears. He can practically feel the blood soaking into his shirt. He remains motionless under the scrutiny of this... thing.
As the needle takes it's sample, in his mind he knows only that if he moves without permission. He will be punished.
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industrygothica
Adventurer
Lyllie refrains from any attack, but looks on curiously as Thulwar interacts with the thing.
Assuming Thulwar follows, Lyllie tags along at a respectful distance, watching.
Assuming Thulwar follows, Lyllie tags along at a respectful distance, watching.
JustinCase
the magical equivalent to the number zero
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Archon Basileus
First Post
EVERYONE
As the feminine voice livens up and the strange illusions erupt on the walls, the entire room seems to light up. Cold lights flicker with difficulty though the fog, a sickly yellow tone coming from them. Lines begin to form in the distance, still indecise and feeble. The female voice goes on, as the elder falls silent, feeling defeated.
"PLEASE, REMAIN CALM. THE IDENTIFICATION UNITS WILL CONDUCT THE WORK IN AN ORGANIZED, PEACEFUL MANNER"
AANZU
As the small beholder retreats, Aanzu feels the discomfort that the cloud intended to cause around his mouth, his eyes and his nostrils. All of them go numb. Clearly, the thing had all intentions of knocking him down. Now it retreats a bit, rising its' many arms to show a few spinning blades, another hose-like structure, a heavy metal sphere and larger clamp-like hands. From it, a stern voice emanates:
"SURRENDER YOUR WEAPONS AND COMPLY. LETHAL FORCE WILL BE EMPLOYED. THIS IS YOUR ONLY WARNING."
More humming sounds come from above, as if another flock of the small beholders had been released.
LYLLIE/THULWAR
As the gnomes follow the contraption, the room goes crazy. Aside from the lights, they seem to understand that the beholders behave without clear intentions or recognizable patterns. Two escort them, but promptly pull their blades out as Aanzu attacks their companion. Still, they do nothing to help. Another one flies around Icosa, presenting weapons only to hide them again, producing a identifiable sound of metal sliding through metal. Another yet just stands still in front of Yttrian, locked in a voice loop that sounds alien and incomprehensible. The giantess steps forward, her eyes widening as she sees the remnants of Teraphim magic. As for the miners, they aren't o confident, and recoil against the shut door in fear.
ICOSA
The small beholder glances around Icosa, coming and going, just as if it couldn't decide whether to attack Aanzu or scan the warforged. The behavior is no strange to him, and Icosa can emulate the tortuous thoughts flourishing from the machine as it struggles against its malfunctions.
As he observes the peculiar scene, a thought crosses his mind. Not his own, it holds a similar nature to the one he heard above. The voice treads carefully, as if filled with respect and devotion.
"Why are you here?" - she asks, with a tone of concern. "You shan't go further! You must stay away! For your own sake!"
HARFIK
The monk's still body ends up offering the blood for the machine. His memories mixing up with the present time, he sees the procedure through, no pain to surprise him. The entity glances at him for a moment, studying his size and bodily structure. After measuring him, it turns around, saying nothing, and crosses the room towards the door, weapons suddenly out.
[Nice RP and nice solution, man!]
SEVENTH ROUND
EVERYONE
The shocks against the door suddenly stop. Those that follow the beholders can use their complete distance towards the door. The map can give you an idea of how many turns are left.
Aanzu's raging out, and the beholder bought the fight! It doesn't look like standing down, and is soon to be followed by a few colleagues.
As the gnomes advance, Thulwar identifies a thin metal line crossing the space between the pools. It's easy enough to jump over it, but the loose plaques on the other side wouldn't recommend it. The entire tile line seems quite unstable. The hovering creatures ignore the state of the tiles completely, simply moving forward and expecting the duo to keep the pace.
Behind, Aanzu's still involved with the small creature. Now she suddenly detaches one of her arms, ready to throw it against the prince as a set of spinning bolas! The prince overhears the sound above, twice again. The unseen equals of the beholder have had the same idea, apparently...
[Aanzu has the higher initiative, so he can move first, doing whatever he understands best in the situation. The beholders are going afterwards. If the others do not wish to follow in silence on account of the continued attacks against Aanzu - or for any other reason, in fact - just post and I'll rectify the descriptions accordingly!]
@Neurotic @JustinCase @Greenmtn @industrygothica @Shayuri @hafrogman
As the feminine voice livens up and the strange illusions erupt on the walls, the entire room seems to light up. Cold lights flicker with difficulty though the fog, a sickly yellow tone coming from them. Lines begin to form in the distance, still indecise and feeble. The female voice goes on, as the elder falls silent, feeling defeated.
"PLEASE, REMAIN CALM. THE IDENTIFICATION UNITS WILL CONDUCT THE WORK IN AN ORGANIZED, PEACEFUL MANNER"
AANZU
As the small beholder retreats, Aanzu feels the discomfort that the cloud intended to cause around his mouth, his eyes and his nostrils. All of them go numb. Clearly, the thing had all intentions of knocking him down. Now it retreats a bit, rising its' many arms to show a few spinning blades, another hose-like structure, a heavy metal sphere and larger clamp-like hands. From it, a stern voice emanates:
"SURRENDER YOUR WEAPONS AND COMPLY. LETHAL FORCE WILL BE EMPLOYED. THIS IS YOUR ONLY WARNING."
More humming sounds come from above, as if another flock of the small beholders had been released.
LYLLIE/THULWAR
As the gnomes follow the contraption, the room goes crazy. Aside from the lights, they seem to understand that the beholders behave without clear intentions or recognizable patterns. Two escort them, but promptly pull their blades out as Aanzu attacks their companion. Still, they do nothing to help. Another one flies around Icosa, presenting weapons only to hide them again, producing a identifiable sound of metal sliding through metal. Another yet just stands still in front of Yttrian, locked in a voice loop that sounds alien and incomprehensible. The giantess steps forward, her eyes widening as she sees the remnants of Teraphim magic. As for the miners, they aren't o confident, and recoil against the shut door in fear.
ICOSA
The small beholder glances around Icosa, coming and going, just as if it couldn't decide whether to attack Aanzu or scan the warforged. The behavior is no strange to him, and Icosa can emulate the tortuous thoughts flourishing from the machine as it struggles against its malfunctions.
As he observes the peculiar scene, a thought crosses his mind. Not his own, it holds a similar nature to the one he heard above. The voice treads carefully, as if filled with respect and devotion.
"Why are you here?" - she asks, with a tone of concern. "You shan't go further! You must stay away! For your own sake!"
HARFIK
The monk's still body ends up offering the blood for the machine. His memories mixing up with the present time, he sees the procedure through, no pain to surprise him. The entity glances at him for a moment, studying his size and bodily structure. After measuring him, it turns around, saying nothing, and crosses the room towards the door, weapons suddenly out.
[Nice RP and nice solution, man!]
SEVENTH ROUND
EVERYONE
The shocks against the door suddenly stop. Those that follow the beholders can use their complete distance towards the door. The map can give you an idea of how many turns are left.
Aanzu's raging out, and the beholder bought the fight! It doesn't look like standing down, and is soon to be followed by a few colleagues.
As the gnomes advance, Thulwar identifies a thin metal line crossing the space between the pools. It's easy enough to jump over it, but the loose plaques on the other side wouldn't recommend it. The entire tile line seems quite unstable. The hovering creatures ignore the state of the tiles completely, simply moving forward and expecting the duo to keep the pace.
Behind, Aanzu's still involved with the small creature. Now she suddenly detaches one of her arms, ready to throw it against the prince as a set of spinning bolas! The prince overhears the sound above, twice again. The unseen equals of the beholder have had the same idea, apparently...
[Aanzu has the higher initiative, so he can move first, doing whatever he understands best in the situation. The beholders are going afterwards. If the others do not wish to follow in silence on account of the continued attacks against Aanzu - or for any other reason, in fact - just post and I'll rectify the descriptions accordingly!]
@Neurotic @JustinCase @Greenmtn @industrygothica @Shayuri @hafrogman
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industrygothica
Adventurer
Her gnomish curiosity get the better of her, Lyllie whispers a quick incantation under her breath and traces a simple pattern in the air with one small finger. Behind the unit confronting Aanzu there is a flutter of air and the screeching of an owl, though there is no such animal present.
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