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 Critical Advantage

Discussion in 'Roleplay Area Archive' started by Delve, Aug 19, 2019.

  1. MapMaster117

    MapMaster117 Loremaster Member

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    "Well if slimy and green isnt your cup of tea I think you're in the wrong profession."

    Ramon says as he starts to see marshes appear within eye shot. They often had more hostile wildlife in the form of plants, bugs, and sometimes swamp creatures. Gas was also a problem too. No fire could be used. He did make note of what things Lucrecia had, as they might come in handy later. But for now he had to keep his eyes peeled as they began to wander into the swamp...

    As hes thinking about what he could catch and kill for dinner, his feet nicked something in the water. They were nearly waste deep in this muck, and something touched his foot that didn't feel like a branch or some kind of plant. They found out exactly what it was when a mostly decayed skeleton popped out of the water, followed by two more on Ramon. The girls weren't safe, as they each had their own three undead to deal with, clawing and biting at them. These creatures weren't very tough or hurt a lot, but were a serious threat in numbers overwhelming and were quite resilient.

    [The Wanderer] would make quick work of the undead that nearly injured the user, but Ramon would find that he could hardly move from how much hes sunken down into the mud. He trudged just enough to see if the other two needed his help, and used his stand to prepare a few nearby branches as ranged weaponry since his stand had very close range.
     
  2. Delve

    Delve Wild Member Member

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    The women watched Ramon walk waist deep in muck but being the delicate flowers that they were they did not follow him in it. Lucrecia was levitating a few feet from the surface of the swamp and Quinn was in the trees which made them fall behind a bit.

    As skeletons appeared trying to drag Ramon into the depths, his stand taking out a few by sending bones flying, Quinn only needed to see him in view while hanging down from a vine, and proceeded to cast a spell on him and Lucrecia. The cleric had gifted them with water walking and activated her channel divinity to turn undead. The skeletons they had not seen below the surface were all turned, they practically all leaped out of the muck like a geyser into the air fifteen feet away, and all of them burned with a searing energy that sprinted them forth.

    Slowly but surely Ramon rose up from the muck and felt compelled to walk on the surface and perhaps simply walking over it would prevent further skeletons from attacking otherwise they would have to run.

    Lucrecia tried not to laugh at Ramon, she was holding it in so badly her cheeks were puffed with air, and when she swallowed the lump in her throat she carried on walking. It was quite the sight to see but clearly there were things he had not known they were capable of whilst trying to lead them on.

    “The spell is effective against acid and lava you should try it sometime.” Quinn started walking backwards in the direction he was headed. “We have an hour. I can cast it again as a ritual next time to conserve my energy, however.
     
  3. MapMaster117

    MapMaster117 Loremaster Member

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    Ramon had the sight of the two staying far away from the muck, sending any undead coming for them far away. They were very strange for adventurers, but he didn't think much of it. He just appreciated that he didn't have to help them out, and turned back around, keeping the stakes he sharpened for [The Wanderer] to throw another time. His feet found themselves on the marshy waters and took a moment to get a feel for the new sense of standing before carrying on in the direction he was originally headed without saying a word.

    He used his stand to climb up a particularly tall and mostly intact tree that didn't look like it had succumbed to rot, to get a bearing on where the group was. He gazed out over the tops of the swamplands and viewed the mountains that were getting closer. Figuring it would be another day before they got there, they would still have to spend the night in the swamp. Ramon climbed back down and greeted the two with his observation.

    "I doubt sleeping anywhere on the swamp land would be ideal for you two, nor would it for me. I'd rather not deal with anything sneaking up on me. I think perching in trees would be best. What do you two think?"

    Whatever they said wouldn't make a difference anyway, as he'd already made plans to sleep at the top of the tree he climbed. But knowing where they would sleep was important to him. And then there was the issue of food, he hadn't seen really much of any wildlife coming through since the thicket, so he might just eat some of his rations and go to sleep.
     
  4. Delve

    Delve Wild Member Member

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    After an hour they were finally graced by the near cover of darkness. The iron fortress would have been more ideal to sleep in if it was not for the fact that there was swamp for miles which meant it would sink and be prone to attack. Lucrecia pulled out a scroll and with it called forth a tiny hut above the tree Ramon was in, it was the best she could do for everyone, and willed it to be the shade of color as the trees. The women settled inside quickly, the sorcerer pulled out a bed roll of ornate design like her clothes, and doze off instantly not even breathing it was out of instinct to hold her breath while sleeping.

    Outside of the dome the moon peaked out of the clouds, it was large, and breathtaking still visible from inside the tiny hut as their view was not obstructed but transparent from the inside looking out. Quinn removed her harlequin mask, revealing her dark elf face under her hood, as she absorbed the moon light. The gold tattoos on her face and neck began to glow as she felt herself restored but before she could begin her prayers her intense golden eyes looked over to Ramon.

    “What spells shall I prepare for tomorrow?” Of course that meant he did not require knowledge about clerics but he could also suggest what they would encounter next.
     
  5. MapMaster117

    MapMaster117 Loremaster Member

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    Ramon didn't seem at all surprised by the spell [Leomund's Tiny Hut], as it was one of a few spells he's heard about from clients (adventurers). It was strange at first, the feeling of being secure over nothing and seeing the height he could fall beneath him was very weird, but it was something he got used to. His preparations for sleep was quite simply leaning against what he felt to be a wall in the dome, and quietly observed the other two while drawing in his notepad. It was something that he kept in his satchel, that luckily was water and fire proof since he was waist deep in muck earlier, and it wasn't a very large book. Just something he could use to sketch commissions, ideas, or more recently, his stand. He could never get its details quite right though, as he wasn't used to drawing a human body, nor one with such bizarre proportions. He'd immediately put it away if approached by either of them about it...

    The craftsman briefly noted Quinn's beautiful features and glowing tattoos, almost getting lost in them as she asked his question, only snapping out as he felt a sense of awkward tension rising between them. He coughed into his wrist as he usually does to clear his throat.

    "I uh...don't know much about spells, but I guess try to stick to things that will let you two pass by difficult terrain, something for supporting me in the event we encounter trolls, and whatever else you think. We likely won't encounter sentient creatures so [Charm Person] won't do you any good except using it on me, but that would be redundant."

    He laughed a bit at his own joke, then take out a separate book to look at his remaining commissions. This, despite it having customer information, wasn't something he actively tries to hide from either of them, so it read:

    [Darksilver Battleaxe]
    Customer: Strong, Half Orc Barbarian
    Needed Materials: Darksilver, Bitterroot, White Oak

    [Moonsilver Plated Greatsword]
    Customer: Lorthemar, Half Elf Paladin
    Needed Materials: Moonsilver, Bitterroot, Chimeric Acid

    [Platinum Wedding Ring]
    Customer: Aaron, Human
    Needed Materials: Flawless elemental core
     
  6. Delve

    Delve Wild Member Member

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    Quinn chuckled shyly at Ramon’s remark, looking away demurely, and while he did not know her well it was quite the opposite of the personality she had been displaying before she took her mask off. In fact he knew very little about either women so it was quite unexpected to say the least. Closing her eyes she moved her lips silently and opened them again.

    “The pantheon cannot grant me freedom of movement over difficult terrain at this time. I must earn their favor first. However, they recommend to enhance everyone’s abilities for any difficulties when the time arrives until then. If you wish to carry on with me in your search for materials, I will ask you of what I should prepare at hand before we rest, so I appreciate your cooperation on this as our lives depend on it.”

    She continued her conversation with the trickery domain in silence, moving her lips like before as she learned her spells for the next day, and the Golden tattoos glittered in response. Once she was done, she placed her mask back on, as the sun would rise in the morning, and rolled into her cloak which was large enough to curl into like a bat.
     
  7. MapMaster117

    MapMaster117 Loremaster Member

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    Ramon did notice a distinct difference in Quinn with her mask on and off, but didn't vocalize it. He felt a bit of warmth in the brief time they spoke before she went off to bed, thinking about the various things he wanted to say to her before she slivered off. He decided he would wait till another night, but for now he would get the rest that he could. The smith slept for a brief two hours before rising, as he had some kind of condition. It was an unknown one, according to every cleric and mage he's talked to, however a sleep potion every night could stave it off. He didn't have that kind of money, nor did the lack of sleep really affect him, so it didn't really bother him. So, it takes a while for him to fall asleep and stay asleep, he's essentially an insomniac.

    When he rose, it wasn't a surprise to see the others were unconscious, and without an anvil he would have to find other ways to occupy the time. The smith climbed down out of the hut, down the tree and began to sharpen more stakes to fire with his Stand into the trees, targeting various tiny targets that he could see with his projectiles. Usually small leaves, buds, mosquitos, and...eyes? A gutteral shriek can be heard as a Bullywug falls out of a nearby tree. It collapses to the swamp, only to bleed out quickly before his comrades can even react. Just then, the rest of them began to emerge, almost two dozen Bullywugs armed with spears and slings came out to play.

    The stand user took immediate action to firing his stakes at the weak frog people, nailing a few of them immediately before taking in his surroundings. They currently had a good circle formed, but he broke it killing three of their numbers. He took this as a window to lead the little gremlins away from the tree. He knew they would be safe in the hut, but it would be problematic if the Bullywugs had time to cut the tree down, so he did his best to kite them, dodging rocks being slung at him. Since he was in a combat scenario, Ramon didn't bother walking in the swamp normally, opting to kick at the ground with his stand to do massive leaps through the trees, and grab on to trunks to fire off more spikes. It took half an hour, but once they were down to a fraction of their previous numbers, and Ramon had minor injuries at best, the other Bullywugs attempted a retreat. They were met with a sickening thud and drowned in the swamp. Ramon dusted his hands off from the tree his stand threw at them, and proceeded to make his way back into the hut. Inside, he noticed he had a ton of cuts and bruises, marks all over his hands. Probably from [The Wanderer]'s hands grabbing onto trees and leaping around the swamp, throwing things at the frog people and trying to avoid their attacks or at least block them. He would be fine, despite the shared injuries he and his stand sustained, as he'd just wrap his hands up heavily in some cloth and hope that none of the other cuts and bruises on his face would stand out. His leather armor held up nicely, so the rest of his body was undamaged.

    Fast forward to morning time, he had been sharpening spear heads he collected from the Bullywugs, and was sitting near Lucrecia with a pile of them.
     
  8. Delve

    Delve Wild Member Member

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    Lucrecia was talking in her sleep in a mixture of languages that did not construct a proper understandable sentence. As she opened her silver eyes, she looked at the pile of spear heads, and then up at Ramon with a smile. It was the first time she had a good rest, she could feel that she was no longer exhausted physically and emotionally from her endeavors.

    "You are an early riser..." The sorcerer sat up and began stuffing her silk bedroll into her bag of holding and looked over at his pile extending the pouch at him. "Would you like to store those here?"

    Waiting for a response she lured out her Owl from a pocket dimension. Not only was it named Lavender it’s plumage was of the same color as the pod of tiny flowers she was named by. Lavender wore a regal cape as it stood on Lucrecia’s quarter staff where it often perched itself like a stilt.

    Neither of the women noticed Ramon leave the hut. Until everyone decided to continue on their journey to the snow mountains Quinn took refuge in the shade still hidden away in her black clothes and mask in silence. Sunlight was painful to her and she was cursing under mask. Typically Quinn ventured at night but being held prisoner for so long required a full resting period despite only needing four hours as an elf, she had a level of exhaustion to get rid of in eight hours as a full resting period.
     
  9. MapMaster117

    MapMaster117 Loremaster Member

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    Ramon shook his head no in reply to the sorcerer asking him about storing his ranged weaponry, as he would need them should another encounter come about where he'd to be less confrontational.

    "Nah nah, I think I'll hold them. But thanks though. And yeah, I kinda don't sleep much so usually I'm only out a couple hours..."

    He took note of the bird in all of its beauty, it was almost regal in a way with the way its feathers looked. They were such an intense shade of purple after all, couldn't help but think the owl to be noble. Lastly, he took note of the two being awake and ready to go, something he was hoping would be quick, as he wanted to leave the tree and the carnage behind quickly.

    Down below, the carnage didn't completely disappear into the bog. There were still parts of Bullywugs still sticking out of some trees and plantlife, and some bodily remains floating at the surface of the water. There were also a fair bit of Bullwug corpses scattered about the swampland, and Ramon remembered just how intense it all was, how he hoped they wouldn't see what had happened. After all, this savagery was something he could barely control, something he felt partially ashamed of. As they climbed out of the hut, he did his best to distract them with the mountains and try keeping them from looking down the tree while they moved.

    "S-So uh yeah...we're looking at another day of traveling, we should hit the mountain around nightfall and then we'll have to make camp again. It'll be really cold, way below freezing so we should probably try finding a cave and lighting a fire of some kind..." Ramon rambled on nervously.
     
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  10. Delve

    Delve Wild Member Member

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    Lucrecia nodded simply as Ramon continued preparing the spearheads for something she did not understand and was personally only adept at clubbing things with what little strength she had. As the group left the hut Lucrecia’s perception of the dead bullywugs made her almost turn from a natural dark complexion to a green one. The sorcerer was squeamish and given that she only had rations to eat she was about to give up her breakfast. She attested frogs and insects to the fullest as the sight of a few dead ones below confirmed that.

    “Disgusting. Dead or alive!” The sorcerer protested getting far away from it.

    “You were busy.” Quinn brushed shoulders will Ramon acknowledging his handiwork following closely behind him like a shadow through the swamp while Lucrecia fell behind avoiding everything.

    “If you don’t keep up you are going to fall into a trap.” The cleric scoffed.

    Right after she said that Lucrecia was swallowed whole by a shambling mound that emerged from a swampy tree trunk almost blended in like moss. A scream barely made it out and suddenly the mound was on fire from the inside and out. It was unnecessary to intervene as shambling mounds were prone to fire and a seventh level fireball was more than enough. Clearly a velvet red carpet was not rolled for the rest of the journey.

    “How much longer are we in this swamp, I hate it here!”

    “Well...we are avoiding the roads! Surely this is better than being prisoners of Mythra.” Quinn shouted over at Lucrecia who was still far away and grumbled the rest of her sentence, “What a pain in my backside.”

    While it seemed like the two women got along it was more or less that they tolerated one another. Everyone is unique in their own special way but polar opposites existed which is what Ramon had to deal with.
     
  11. MapMaster117

    MapMaster117 Loremaster Member

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    Ramon hoped he would have kept it a secret, but alas it wasn't exactly difficult to see or...smell the "handiwork" as Quinn referred to them. The smell of bloated, rotting corpses in a gassy, decaying bog was more than most could bare, and he wasn't one to stay there either. He checked the map once more, determining where exactly he wanted to go, and then looked at the mountains ahead of them a few miles away to see how it would fare them. He figured leaving the bog, the thicket surely around the base of the mountain, and finding a decent trail in the mountain range would easily take all day, and he relayed this to Quinn who was closest to him.

    "Once we're on the mountains, we need to find a cave as soon as possible. The weather might not show it down here, but its below freezing up there. Finding a deep cave to take shelter in, huddle close around a fire, and wait it out till morning. After that, the things I need to obtain won't take us too long. Its always the journey, not the destination."

    He tried to drown out the bickering the two made with his occasional comment on the flora/fauna in the area, or about his interest in magic but his lack of intellect made it difficult to comprehend, literally anything to distract them from their polar ends meeting. Ramon enjoyed the company of both, really he did. He liked both girls, pretty much equally, but they were not the best companions together, at least when either of them were frustrated...

    The craftsman did his best to lead them through the bog without encountering anymore frog people or swamp goblins. They did spot some hulking monstrosity, covered in so many vines and plantlife that it seemed to be just a giant, plant being. A swamp thing. Ramon instantly thought staying away from it would the best thing to do, as picking a fight against a creature in this environment was certainly not ideal, however it could yield to make him stronger in a small way. He looked to the girls to see what their opinion was. Currently, it was approximately 300 feet away, perfectly in range for an old fashioned Fireball.
     
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  12. Delve

    Delve Wild Member Member

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    “If you want to travel fast do it alone. If you want to travel far do it together.” Quinn responded. While she found the life sorcerer annoying she was still willing to travel with her as she had been for months already. On the surface she seemed patient but she lashed out verbally as a way to release steam. Clearly if anything bothered her she was certain to make everyone know as she had been with her sunlight sensitivity.

    Lucrecia eventually caught up only because Ramon was sharing his knowledge in components found naturally to the area. It was enough to distract her from looking at the whole picture until they crossed paths with a swamp monster. As far as she could tell it seemed Ramon was more inclined to fight it but she used her highest spell slot on the shambling mound creature a few hours back. Granted, she could cast it a lower level she was not the type to lead an attack to avoid agro.

    “Honestly, I don’t want to stay another minute in this foul smelling bog. I would rather run than fight.” Lucrecia pouted.

    “The only thing I am afraid of is Dragons...and mind flayers.” Quinn assured Ramon, “Your call.”