Now, on Occupied Equestria: Silver is storming the Ministry building to find a changeling bomb. Posey is making her get away from unknown hostiles after an adventure in the city. Amber is trying desperately to flee the country. All of that, and more
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>>170262
Posey pushes it out of the way, though it's still a danger to the larger barn. Posey can see that two more fires have been lit. One, along the left, was left in a pile of debris, and seems to be catching along, spreading along the wall. Another is much less successful, placed directly along wood.
Posey hears a "Bang Bang," so clearly, the spirits have found something.
[1d20+3 = (15+3) = 18]
[1d2 = 2]
[1d20+2 = (12+2) = 14]
[1d2 = 1]
Posey pushes it out of the way, though it's still a danger to the larger barn. Posey can see that two more fires have been lit. One, along the left, was left in a pile of debris, and seems to be catching along, spreading along the wall. Another is much less successful, placed directly along wood.
Posey hears a "Bang Bang," so clearly, the spirits have found something.
[1d20+3 = (15+3) = 18]
[1d2 = 2]
[1d20+2 = (12+2) = 14]
[1d2 = 1]
>>170265
Posey Telepathically directs the spirits to move on the opposite side of the meadow, to attack the enemy from the rear.
She pokes her head out to make line of sight with any of the enemies.
She also directs the others through the opening.
>barn on fire
Oh well. Not like I need it anymore so long as the underground cavern is secure.
Posey Telepathically directs the spirits to move on the opposite side of the meadow, to attack the enemy from the rear.
She pokes her head out to make line of sight with any of the enemies.
She also directs the others through the opening.
>barn on fire
Oh well. Not like I need it anymore so long as the underground cavern is secure.
>>170268
She orders the spirits to return fire.
Does she see the enemy?
If they're within 170 ft, Posey would like to use her Spectral Hand to attack.
Posey orders the thralls to engage.
I assume you meant ten yards, which should be within 30 ft of Posey.
She orders the spirits to return fire.
Does she see the enemy?
If they're within 170 ft, Posey would like to use her Spectral Hand to attack.
Posey orders the thralls to engage.
I assume you meant ten yards, which should be within 30 ft of Posey.
GM, it's midnight for me, so I think it would be better to continue this tomorrow.
[1d2 = 2]
>>170269
The one with the rifle starts shooting, while the one with a spear advances.
[1d20+1 = (13+1) = 14]
I do mean 100 yards. Posey can see that the soldiers have, after leaving the barn, attempted to cross the field to go in the direction of the farm house. At this point, they have not completed that process, and are looking back, while trying to move. 100 yards is likely a greater distance than they actually are, but they may or may not be within 170 feet of the edge of the barn. Their electric torches make them easy to spot in the night, although the grass is rather tall, and between the blinding effect of the light and the night, it's hard to see much more than the torches.
August, however, is much closer to the barn, though he is more than 30 feet away. He is looking back towards the spirits, and the barn. He is holding, in his turquoise magically aura, the submachine gun previously held by Succored Brave. The magazine is not in the gun. He has it beneath his mouth. He looks down to it, says something at a low volume, and once this is done, places it back in the top of the submachine gun.
>>170269
The one with the rifle starts shooting, while the one with a spear advances.
[1d20+1 = (13+1) = 14]
I do mean 100 yards. Posey can see that the soldiers have, after leaving the barn, attempted to cross the field to go in the direction of the farm house. At this point, they have not completed that process, and are looking back, while trying to move. 100 yards is likely a greater distance than they actually are, but they may or may not be within 170 feet of the edge of the barn. Their electric torches make them easy to spot in the night, although the grass is rather tall, and between the blinding effect of the light and the night, it's hard to see much more than the torches.
August, however, is much closer to the barn, though he is more than 30 feet away. He is looking back towards the spirits, and the barn. He is holding, in his turquoise magically aura, the submachine gun previously held by Succored Brave. The magazine is not in the gun. He has it beneath his mouth. He looks down to it, says something at a low volume, and once this is done, places it back in the top of the submachine gun.
>>170277
Gonna expend my final spell slot to cast Inflict Light Wounds, with my charnel touch. Hopefully I hit.
Although, if I don't, I should still be able to hold the charge, unless I get shot and fail concentration next turn.
Boop to the snoot
[1d20+7 = (5+7) = 12]
Gonna expend my final spell slot to cast Inflict Light Wounds, with my charnel touch. Hopefully I hit.
Although, if I don't, I should still be able to hold the charge, unless I get shot and fail concentration next turn.
Boop to the snoot
[1d20+7 = (5+7) = 12]
>>170278
>>170279
No. It hits.
But not before August can pull back the hammer on the submachine gun, and yell at Posey
"What do you expect to accomplish, Aberrant? The Great Mother did not make you. You are no form nor hue of mortal things, framed and knit by the Mother's power. Do you think you will prevail?"
>>170279
No. It hits.
But not before August can pull back the hammer on the submachine gun, and yell at Posey
"What do you expect to accomplish, Aberrant? The Great Mother did not make you. You are no form nor hue of mortal things, framed and knit by the Mother's power. Do you think you will prevail?"
>>170279
I'm going to preemptively roll damage, to keep things moving
Charnel touch damage
[1d8+1 = (4+1) = 5]
Inflict Light Wounds
[1d8+5 = (4+5) = 9]
I'm going to preemptively roll damage, to keep things moving
Charnel touch damage
[1d8+1 = (4+1) = 5]
Inflict Light Wounds
[1d8+5 = (4+5) = 9]
>>170283
Posey takes her remaining move action to move 30 ft towards August, and then takes a free action drop prone on the grass, attempting to use it as soft cover.
>>170274
I should've written my snappy supervillain comebacks ahead of time.
"Like you would know...!" she hisses in response, gnashing her fangs
"I've seen countless knights like you, and they always say the same things; that light will always prevail. Let's put it to the test!"
Posey shouts, as she lurches forward.
Posey takes her remaining move action to move 30 ft towards August, and then takes a free action drop prone on the grass, attempting to use it as soft cover.
>>170274
I should've written my snappy supervillain comebacks ahead of time.
"Like you would know...!" she hisses in response, gnashing her fangs
"I've seen countless knights like you, and they always say the same things; that light will always prevail. Let's put it to the test!"
Posey shouts, as she lurches forward.
>>170284
"You've been tested a thousand years and have only failed. Your kind is not fecund, but only a parasite that will die with its host, not fit to survive in a world of predators. To Nástrǫnd with 'light,' you lack cunning, strength, and will."
[1d20+8 = (17+8) = 25]
[1d20+8 = (17+8) = 25]
[1d20+8 = (10+8) = 18]
[1d20+8 = (7+8) = 15]
[1d20+8 = (4+8) = 12]
"You've been tested a thousand years and have only failed. Your kind is not fecund, but only a parasite that will die with its host, not fit to survive in a world of predators. To Nástrǫnd with 'light,' you lack cunning, strength, and will."
[1d20+8 = (17+8) = 25]
[1d20+8 = (17+8) = 25]
[1d20+8 = (10+8) = 18]
[1d20+8 = (7+8) = 15]
[1d20+8 = (4+8) = 12]
>>170285
While prone, Posey's AC is 26.
Posey glowers wordlessly, her golden eyes glaring at him through the grass as she shields her body with her bracers.
While prone, Posey's AC is 26.
Posey glowers wordlessly, her golden eyes glaring at him through the grass as she shields her body with her bracers.
>>170284
>>170285
August has tossed his big bag to the ground; it makes a short, sharp, and high pitched "cling" as it hits the ground.
He fires a burst of rounds from Succor's submachinegun.
Posey can hear more gunshots in the distance, though not aimed at her.
[1d20+3 = (17+3) = 20]
[1d20+1 = (15+1) = 16]
[1d20+2 = (17+2) = 19]
[1d20+2 = (5+2) = 7]
[1d20+1 = (14+1) = 15]
>>170288
Yes, though things are happening in the background
>>170285
August has tossed his big bag to the ground; it makes a short, sharp, and high pitched "cling" as it hits the ground.
He fires a burst of rounds from Succor's submachinegun.
Posey can hear more gunshots in the distance, though not aimed at her.
[1d20+3 = (17+3) = 20]
[1d20+1 = (15+1) = 16]
[1d20+2 = (17+2) = 19]
[1d20+2 = (5+2) = 7]
[1d20+1 = (14+1) = 15]
>>170288
Yes, though things are happening in the background
>>170289
[1d20+3 = (8+3) = 11]
[1d2 = 2]
[1d2 = 2]
[1d2 = 2]
[1d2 = 2]
[1d2 = 1]
[1d2 = 1]
[1d2 = 2]
[1d2 = 1]
[1d20+3 = (8+3) = 11]
[1d2 = 2]
[1d2 = 2]
[1d2 = 2]
[1d2 = 2]
[1d2 = 1]
[1d2 = 1]
[1d2 = 2]
[1d2 = 1]
>>170289
While Prone, Posey makes a Charnel Touch with her spectral hand
[1d20+7 = (14+7) = 21]
The hand makes it's own melee attacks independently, so it shouldn't take penalties from being prone.
While Prone, Posey makes a Charnel Touch with her spectral hand
[1d20+7 = (14+7) = 21]
The hand makes it's own melee attacks independently, so it shouldn't take penalties from being prone.
>>170294
>>170293
>>170292
"Grrr... Begone, Aberrant! In the name of the Great Mother, rejoin elements from whence you came!"
He lets the submachine gun fall, and starts charging towards Posey, pulling his sword as he does so. He swings it at Posey in what is surely a magically enhanced swing.
[1d20+13 = (18+13) = 31]
>>170293
>>170292
"Grrr... Begone, Aberrant! In the name of the Great Mother, rejoin elements from whence you came!"
He lets the submachine gun fall, and starts charging towards Posey, pulling his sword as he does so. He swings it at Posey in what is surely a magically enhanced swing.
[1d20+13 = (18+13) = 31]
>>170296
Ouch.
His magic sword should bypass her half-vampire DR btw.
>>170297
Ouch.
Posey moans in exertion as the sword gouges through her, slicing her tender flesh
She gives a bit of a deranged smile
"Finally... no more games!"
Posey attempts a move action to get up, this provokes an attack of opportunity.
Ouch.
His magic sword should bypass her half-vampire DR btw.
>>170297
Ouch.
Posey moans in exertion as the sword gouges through her, slicing her tender flesh
She gives a bit of a deranged smile
"Finally... no more games!"
Posey attempts a move action to get up, this provokes an attack of opportunity.
>>170298
He makes a stab as she attempts to move up.
[1d20+7 = (16+7) = 23]
Though he grunts with physical exertion, and his nose is clogged with blood, he still speaks
"If you're done playing around and willing to talk business, here is a proposal for you: I am not here for you. Give me the appearence of your death for cell, and fuck off with your kin."
He makes a stab as she attempts to move up.
[1d20+7 = (16+7) = 23]
Though he grunts with physical exertion, and his nose is clogged with blood, he still speaks
"If you're done playing around and willing to talk business, here is a proposal for you: I am not here for you. Give me the appearence of your death for cell, and fuck off with your kin."
>>170299
That's "The appearance of your death for my cell."
I... think that's a hit, with the prone bonus not applying.
[2d4+4 = (6+4) = 10]
That's "The appearance of your death for my cell."
I... think that's a hit, with the prone bonus not applying.
[2d4+4 = (6+4) = 10]
>23 damage in two turns
That's a lotta damage
How much HP does Posey have left?
That's a lotta damage
How much HP does Posey have left?
>>170299
Well, that's an interesting proposal.
On one hand, I have no idea if I can defeat him alongside the rest of the band, on the other hand, it's a viability to let him know I'm around... Idk how the bloodhound is going to respond either... Decisions, decisions...
Posey shambles in a zombielike demeanor as she stands up in spite of the wound.
"Well, a-aren't you the gentleman. You'd walk away from this for little ol' m-me?" She replies, in her usual cheery and flirtatious voice, with a touch of sardonic humor, a slight gurgle to her voice as one of her lungs fills with blood and corrupt icor
Posey
>>170300
Bonus for prone would still apply, as it occurs before, not after the fact.
Ouch.
Posey winces at the bitter sting of the magic sword cutting into her.
>>170301
With this, Posey is at less than half health, her fast healing kicks in, her corrupted flesh and skin writhing around the edges of the sword as it attempts to heal itself.
Well, that's an interesting proposal.
On one hand, I have no idea if I can defeat him alongside the rest of the band, on the other hand, it's a viability to let him know I'm around... Idk how the bloodhound is going to respond either... Decisions, decisions...
Posey shambles in a zombielike demeanor as she stands up in spite of the wound.
"Well, a-aren't you the gentleman. You'd walk away from this for little ol' m-me?" She replies, in her usual cheery and flirtatious voice, with a touch of sardonic humor, a slight gurgle to her voice as one of her lungs fills with blood and corrupt icor
Posey
>>170300
Bonus for prone would still apply, as it occurs before, not after the fact.
Ouch.
Posey winces at the bitter sting of the magic sword cutting into her.
>>170301
With this, Posey is at less than half health, her fast healing kicks in, her corrupted flesh and skin writhing around the edges of the sword as it attempts to heal itself.
>>170302
August does not let his guard down, holding the sword up and ready to swing it, even as he speaks to Posey. Of course, it's Posey's turn, so she gets the next move regardless.
August's charismatic and slightly accented voice sounds off because of his clogged and bleeding nose, but what gets through more than anything is a sense of annoyance.
"I don't care about you, nor that basement. I'm here on business for other matters. Let my comrades think I killed you and picked up what is inside my bag from that cave so I may save face, then I don't care what you do."
>>170304
Yes
August does not let his guard down, holding the sword up and ready to swing it, even as he speaks to Posey. Of course, it's Posey's turn, so she gets the next move regardless.
August's charismatic and slightly accented voice sounds off because of his clogged and bleeding nose, but what gets through more than anything is a sense of annoyance.
"I don't care about you, nor that basement. I'm here on business for other matters. Let my comrades think I killed you and picked up what is inside my bag from that cave so I may save face, then I don't care what you do."
>>170304
Yes
>>170305
Posey mentally, and wordlessly, telepathically commands the spirits to retrieve the bag.
If that's not possible, she commands her Unseen Servant to do so instead.
She cocks her head, twisting her neck joints in a rather uncanny, disgusting manner
"You know, I came here thinking I would get to kill a paladin; it's a rather prestigious accomplishment where I come from... Although, hunting down the rest of your cell would be a real chore. I can't have you blabbing about my presence either though, so, do I have your word, as a paladin, that you'll keep what happened here our little ~secret?" she says, with a chilling giggle
"The Leto's servants are rather eager to get a taste of the stallion who slayed their master. But that's their problem, not mine."
Posey mentally, and wordlessly, telepathically commands the spirits to retrieve the bag.
If that's not possible, she commands her Unseen Servant to do so instead.
She cocks her head, twisting her neck joints in a rather uncanny, disgusting manner
"You know, I came here thinking I would get to kill a paladin; it's a rather prestigious accomplishment where I come from... Although, hunting down the rest of your cell would be a real chore. I can't have you blabbing about my presence either though, so, do I have your word, as a paladin, that you'll keep what happened here our little ~secret?" she says, with a chilling giggle
"The Leto's servants are rather eager to get a taste of the stallion who slayed their master. But that's their problem, not mine."
>>170306
Posey can command, but be advised that both are far away, and will take time. The attempt may or may not be successful.
"Of course it would be, with how rare it is." He has a malign smile.
"Call it 'my word,' or whatever, just pretend to die so that I can get on with our plan."
He looks past Posey, though only for a moment.
"Hold them back or let them come, the only taste they will get is the same as you recieved."
Posey can command, but be advised that both are far away, and will take time. The attempt may or may not be successful.
"Of course it would be, with how rare it is." He has a malign smile.
"Call it 'my word,' or whatever, just pretend to die so that I can get on with our plan."
He looks past Posey, though only for a moment.
"Hold them back or let them come, the only taste they will get is the same as you recieved."
>>170307
Posey ponders for a moment, but then considers she could simply change her mind later if she feels like it.
She shrugs.
"Oh well."
She drops prone, her eyes glass over, and she plays dead, not moving a muscle, her innards spreading out across the grass.
Posey ponders for a moment, but then considers she could simply change her mind later if she feels like it.
She shrugs.
"Oh well."
She drops prone, her eyes glass over, and she plays dead, not moving a muscle, her innards spreading out across the grass.
>>170308
Posey hears, and has heard, more gunshots. As she does not hear the sound of bullets approaching, these must not have been intended for her.
August makes an "Ugh!" sound, stabs his sword into the ground, and then picks it up, and slices off a peace of Posey's cloak, which he picks up with his magic. He then sheathes the sword, pulls out his submachine gun, and fires
Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang
Evidently not intended for Posey, as every shot misses her, but hits the ground. He backs away, as he pulls out a second gun.
Posey hears, and has heard, more gunshots. As she does not hear the sound of bullets approaching, these must not have been intended for her.
August makes an "Ugh!" sound, stabs his sword into the ground, and then picks it up, and slices off a peace of Posey's cloak, which he picks up with his magic. He then sheathes the sword, pulls out his submachine gun, and fires
Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang
Evidently not intended for Posey, as every shot misses her, but hits the ground. He backs away, as he pulls out a second gun.
>>170309
Posey waits, playing dead.
>"Do as you wish for the time being."
Posey relinquishes command over her spirits.
Posey waits, playing dead.
>"Do as you wish for the time being."
Posey relinquishes command over her spirits.
>>170310
Posey hears three more gunshots from the submachine gun, then more gunshots, then more, as August evidently is withdrawing. Based upon the sounds of feet stomping and gunfire, the battle is surely continuing. Does Posey continue waiting the next few rounds?
Posey hears three more gunshots from the submachine gun, then more gunshots, then more, as August evidently is withdrawing. Based upon the sounds of feet stomping and gunfire, the battle is surely continuing. Does Posey continue waiting the next few rounds?
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