Goltinder: The Dockmaster seems to have given you all the information he has, you're no stranger to bribes and it is likely that someone is throwing around alot of money if information is this lacking. However you have an address which is more than you came here with.

Nyenna and Co: As you make your way towards the warehouse/temple a boice calls out to you "Hey! State your business, don't you know there's a curfew?" turning to face the speaker you spot a group of six heavily armed and armoured gaurds bearing a house insignia on their armour.

You guys can roll History to determin the insignia.

Balasar: Although you make little coin with the games you do learn a thing or two about a rumour surronding the dissaperences in the docks, apprently an eye witness spotted a humanoid fish like creature dragging away their victim intonthe waters of the docks itself.
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Nyenna's eyes widen slightly at the sight of the insignia. She quickly composes herself, squaring her shoulders and placing her hands on her hips as the guards approach. Glancing across their faces, she picks one out and grins wolfishly. "Ricart! Haven't seen you in a good ten years. Do you still grab the slaves and hold them down while Mathias Arllen takes them from behind, or does he want to fight them for it now?"

As the others try to process what she said, the half-elf flicks her wrists, producing a pair of flintlock pistols as if out of thin air. Two shots ring out, and the guard to Ricart's left reels as his right eye explodes, while the guard to his right clutches at his knee.

00:00, Today: Nyenna rolled 22 using 2d20+5.  Shoot a guard (surprise).
Forgot to drop lowest. Raw rolls were 14 and 3, so that's actually a 19. Still pretty sure that hits.
Let's make that a Called Shot to the head. This guy gets disadvantage on his first Int or Wis check within the next minute and must make a Strength save or be stunned.
00:07, Today: Nyenna rolled 13 using 1d10+3.  Flintlock pistol damage.

00:08, Today: Nyenna rolled 21 using 2d20+5, dropping the lowest dice only.  Shoot a guard (surprise).
Remembered the drop this time! Let's make it a called shot to the leg. This guy moves at half speed next move action and must make a Con save or fall prone.
00:11, Today: Nyenna rolled 13 using 1d10+3.  Flintlock pistol damage.

WHAT THE FUCK. Apparently the dice love Nyenna.

Nyenna's eyes flash at the sight of blood. "Now run home to yer pathetic lord 'n' tell 'im he shouldn't just be watchin' 'is back fer Costan and Quintin!"

00:19, Today: Nyenna rolled 23 using 2d20+4, dropping the lowest dice only.  Intimidate (with some serious fucking advantage holy shit that was double max damage wtf).
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Orson: The men you are tailing seem to have either bot spotted you or they do not care that you are there. After several more minutes of walaking they stop at a warehouse, it looks well kept from the outside and a few  seconds one of them knocks on the door. You assume there is an exchange of some passphrase as you overhear the words "Lord and Lady's light guide us."

Almost immediately after they enter you hear a pair of gun shots ring out and as the sound is as loud as it is you can tell that they cam from realitivly close by.
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The guards have little time tonreact as Nyenna unleashes two shots into a pair, the one who took a bullet to the face recoils with a cry of anguish as he clutches his face. The visor of his helm partialy protecting him but with bllod pourong from under it is claer that the sharpnel will probally stop him from being able to use his eye permentally.

The other falls prone as his leg is torn open from the bullet wound, he to cries out in pain from the attack vlearly standing up will be an issue for this one.

The remaining four guards take a few steps back and their hands go to their swords and their leader Ricart draws his own sword "Maybe you'll see yourself once I'm through with you."

The 3 still standing are frightend of Nyenna, Ricart is fine, the one on the ground is prone and has reduced speed and the one who took the eye shot has disadvantage to hit and advantage on being hit.
Roll for Iniative

Lilith looks stunned for just a moment as Nyenna unloads on the guards, the leader of which she obviously knows.

Blood has been spilled and violence is afoot so she draws her two swords, curved and elegant in the manner of Drow weapons. She whispers a word and ice flows from the crossguards and up the blades with a cracking sound as freezing mist surrounds the swords. She looks at the guards and her eyes are crimson flame, her fangs fully extended and whispers again as she looks at the leader of the group. The sibilant word hangs in the air and the frost on her blade turns reddish as if filled with blood (Blood Curse of the Fallen Puppet). She doesn't hiss in the assumed manner of Vampires but roars, the sound primal, vicious, and monstrously loud.
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Today: Markus Oncebright rolled 13 using 1d20.  Initiative.

I'll be on cell phone only for the next ~24hrs. So I'll be slow to post.

19:30, Today: Lilith Darkmoore rolled 10 using 1d20+2. Initiative.
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OOC:
16:37, Today: Makaria Thriceburned rolled 9 using 1d20+1.

Makaria flinched as the sounds of the two pistols detonated in the crisp night air, dropping into a crouch.  Her right hand instinctively shot over her shoulder for the cloak that rested over her wings, and in a motion that looked to have been practiced a thousand times, drew it up and over her body to hurl it into the dirt at her side.   Before it had touched the ground her arm had reversed itself, drawing the black featureless mask that was holstered at her right hip and placing it over her face.  Hooked grooves within the mask caught the edges of her horns, locking it into place over her features.  Her wings took one huge scoop out of the air, and with a single powerful leap she hurled herself into the night sky.

She held the glaive clear of her wings with her left hand, blade pointed towards the ground.  The gauntleted fingers of her right hand clutched at the air in front of her armored breastplate.   Behind her featureless mask, she spoke three words in a voice that mingled the softness of an ocean wave breaking on a sandy shore with the buzzing of an angry hornet's nest.  Her fingers seemed to tear at the very fabric of reality itself, condensing it into a flickering tendril of inky blackness that she practically crushed within her hand.  She flung her hand out, and with a deep thrumming pulse the orb of darkness streaked out towards their foes.

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Nyenna's eyes narrow. "Oh, yeh really shouldn've said that."

Assuming Ricart's going to go for Nyenna...

She steps deftly away from Ricart, reloading her pistols with the serene, practiced ease of an artist painting a curve. Still grinning, she levels one pistol at his gut and fires. The bullet hits him in a rather... uncomfortable... place.

Bonus action: reload pistols.
Move action: five-foot step.
22:00, Today: Nyenna rolled 23 using 1d20+5.  Shoot Ricart.
Yes, this is a called shot to the dick. Mechanical effects should probably be similar to a called shot to the leg (i.e. decreased movement, must make a Con save or fall prone).
22:01, Today: Nyenna rolled 13 using 1d10+3.  Damage.
...THE FUCK, AGAIN???

Her grin turns to a smirk as he doubles over in pain. "I mean, fer one thing, yeh don't 'ave the balls fer it." Cackling at her own joke, she takes another step back and fires the other pistol.

Shoot and Scoot: when Nyenna makes an attack with a firearm, she can move 5 feet in any direction.
22:06, Today: Nyenna rolled 9 using 1d20+5.  Shoot again.

The bullet whizzes past his ear, and Nyenna cocks her head, obviously unconcerned. "Next one goes between yer eyes if yeh try anythin' else, yeh rat bastard."
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The lizardman didn't even flinch when the small meat drew her weapons and unloaded into the group, in fact he seemed to react not at all to the drawn weapons and continued assault upon these lack luster meats. Reluctantly he reached over his shoulder to pull a vicious club-like weapon from his back, gripping the wooden handle he stalked forward steadily giving the vicious looking weapon a few practice swings, gauging the weight in his scaled fists. "Don't know what curfew is but from small meats reaction I guess you insulted her. Well before we get where we need to go no harm breaking in my new weapon..."


02:45, Today: Xul rolled 6 using 1d20+2.  Initative.

Ricart eyes Nyenna before his gaze falls upon Makaria and Lilith"Take the women alive, kill the rest." he says to rest of the guards "Lord Mathias will be thrilled with the gift after all." he then makes a swing for Nyenna, however her elven heritage is obvisally not just for show as she just nimbly sidesteps without any effort.

In response she plants a shot directly into his crotch and although his armour absorbs some of the blast he doubles over in pain as the bullet tears into him "KILL THAT BITCH!" he cries out while doing his best to try and stand back up again.

Lilith snarls at the man, "Yes, take me alive." and moves in, her swords a blur. The japes, the mockery, and mischief she has displayed are gone, replaced by a deadly, methodical, silent, and precise swordswoman.

She moves in on one of the guards, her swords an arc around her, never still, trailing the crimson mist as she moves in a circular fashion, almost dancing, feet barely touching the ground. Her eyes are crimson portals to a horrific place of endless agony, fangs bared, and utterly silent. The change in her is almost enough to make wary her own team.

02:16, Today: Lilith Darkmoore rolled 21 using 1d20+4 ((17)). Attack roll with longsword.
02:18, Today: Lilith Darkmoore rolled 7 using 1d8+2 ((5)). Damage.
02:19, Today: Lilith Darkmoore rolled 4 using 1d4 ((4)). Crimson Rite Damage - Cold


02:20, Today: Lilith Darkmoore rolled 24 using 1d20+4 ((20)). Attack Roll with second longsword - natural 20.
02:22, Today: Lilith Darkmoore rolled 6 using 1d8+2 ((4)). Attack with second longsword - doubles to 12 damage.
02:23, Today: Lilith Darkmoore rolled 4 using 1d4 ((4)). Crimson Rite Damage - Cold

Assuming everything hit she just did 27 damage to the guard. The GM is applying my critical hit damage to the second Crimson Rite so he took 33 damage.

OOC: If anyone dies or goes unconscious within 30 feet of her they immediately make a final attack on someone of her choice before falling dead or unconscious again (Curse of the Fallen Puppet). Ricart shall be her target for this.
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Goltinder had heard the shots as soon as the fight started.
He had left the dock masters office and is now at 100' from the guards.
He says some words and gestures with his hand and a ray of fire speeds towards one of the guards,
preferably one which Goltinder can see clearly.

16:58, Today: Goltinder rolled 4 using 1d10.  fire bolt damage.
16:58, Today: Goltinder rolled 12 using 1d20+5.  Fire bolt.
Range of fire bolt cantrip is 120 feet max. I assume this is the second round of the fight.

In reply to Overlord (msg # 3):

Orson watches the cultists enter the warehouse, taking note of the password they used. He then turns his attention to the building itself, attempting to see any windows or other openings that may be accessible.

OOC: 12:08, Today: Orson Blackwall rolled 14 using 1d20+1.  perception check (+1).

You may also want that as an ivestigation check. My int modifier is +2 if you want to use that same roll.
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Seeing the females' cockles rise and their blood lust getting the best of them Markus smiles smugly. No Control He thought as he calmly looses the heavy War Mac from his side and dons his shield.

Stepping calmly toward the bloodbath in front of him the Paladin wraps his shield loudly as he steps. When in range he will bring down teh heavy iron weapon on the closest adversary.

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09:46, Today: Markus Oncebright rolled 9 using 1d20+3.  Attack.
Probable Miss

After Nyenna's initial salvo, everyone else takes the cue to engage the soldiers of House Arllen. As Markus steps forward the soldier wildly swings his sword at the Paladin, his blade just hits against the mace and the weapons just make a loud clanging noise as they do so. Another guard barely has time to react as Lilith strides up to him, her twin swords a fluid dance that promises death at her hands and a promise she can definitely keep as the first cuts through the armour quickly followed by the other that just runs him through; a gout of blood splashes up Lilith's body before the wound freezes over after she pulls the weapon free.

After he falls an odd thing occurs, the soldier stands back up; his gaze blank and staring off into the distance and as if pulled by invisible strings he turns and slams his sword into Ricart's back, breaching his armour and drawing a sizeable amount of blood before his death truely comes and claims him.

The blinded guard staggers up behind Lilith, however his swing goes wide as his one good eye is giving him poor depth perception. The one Nyenna shot in the leg stands back up and moves up behind Markus but the Paladin spins around and brings his shield to bear against the blow.

The remaining guard rushes Xul but not knowing the toughness of Lizardfolk scales his blade just scuffs them leaving his target unharmed by the blow.

Ricart stands up and moves toward Nyenna preparing to strike her, as he does so a blast of energy from the air above him strikes him centre mass and knocks him off his feet and flying backwards and onto the ground once more.

Goltinder arrives on the scene in a flashy way as a streak of fire collides with a guard, burning the cloak but otherwise just singing the man as he tears the cloak off his back.


Xul still has their turn.
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12:35, Today: Nyenna rolled 23 using 1d20+3.  Reaction: Pistolwhip.
WTF CRITICAL?
12:37, Today: Nyenna rolled 6 using 1d4+4.  Pistolwhip Damage (Critical).

As Ricart stumbles, Nyenna takes the opportunity to smash the butt of her pistol into his face, crushing his nose as her uncanny speed more than makes up for her obvious lack of muscle. "Pathetic," she spits.

If that downs him, I'll make it an attack to incapacitate. Nyenna wants to torment this one a bit.

Overlord Edit Ricart hits the ground hard and the sheer amount of pain he is in overcomes him and he passes out with the last glimpse of Nyenna's fury in his vision.

Dancing back once more, she reloads her pistols and flings out her arms to aim at two of the other guards. The first shot goes wide, but the second hits the guard attacking Markus as he recovers from his deflected initial blow.

Move action: back another ten feet or so.
Bonus action: reload.
12:46, Today: Nyenna rolled 7 using 1d20+5.  Shoot a guard.
12:47, Today: Nyenna rolled 17 using 1d20+5.  Shoot a guard.
I assume that's enough to hit, so...
12:50, Today: Nyenna rolled 4 using 1d10+3.  Flintlock pistol damage.
Aaaand there's that regression to the mean. Eh, the streak was fun while it lasted. Let's make it a bit more effective by having it be a called shot to the arm: half damage on next melee attack, and he's gotta make a Con save or drop his weapon.

Overlord Edit The Guard cries out in pain as the bullet digs into and through his armour forcing him to drop his sword in the process.
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Xul observed his companions fighting styles, the fact the patrol group had so suddenly been decimated cooled alot of his interest in the battle. These meat were just too weak. Feeling an itch the lizardman returned his gaze to the guard that had gotten close enough to take a swing... that had not even penetrated his scales. Xul grumbled shifting a hand off his large weapon and reached out his hand making an attempt to grab the fool by the neck of his armor and give him a toss towards where the gunslinging little meat and the sword dancing undead meat were playing with their food.

OOC:
Attempting to grapple the guard who attacked Xul and assuming he's successful will toss the idiot over to the deadly duo.
00:37, Today: Xul rolled 19 using 1d20+3.  Strength (Athletics) check.

Also sorry about the delay posting, been working back to back shifts and haven't had a chance to be reptilian epic...

Orson circles around the warehouse, attempting to find a side of rear entrance that may be easier to enter through. Assuming he fails to find one, he's going to try to climb to the top of the warehouse to find a skylight or other spying perch.

Xul quickly overpowers his would be attacker and with just one claw throws him back towards Lilith, leaving him on his back staring up at the death dealing Huntress of the night.

Orson: As you examine the outside of the building you discover a side entrance that has a padlock on the outside, it appears to be a heavy duty lock and it is likely that this entrnace is less guarded than the front as it would probally take a skilled thief to deal with it.

As the ringing from Nyenna's shot echoes in Markus' ears the paladin brings his mace down on the one who dropped his blade.

The mace arches high and Marcus has a good manic laugh in combat as he reveled in the combat.

Today: Markus Oncebright rolled 8 using 1d20+5.  Attack.

Her glaive still clutched firmly in one hand, Makaria spread her wings wide and hurled herself another twenty feet up into the air.  None of the fools appeared to have anything like a bow or crossbow with them, making them easy pickings.  She spoke the same buzzing words she had before, though in the confusion of the battle they were unintelligible, and the same pulsing burst of power began to gather between her clenched fist.  She cast it at another of the guards, though this time it went wide, shattering on the cobblestones rather than into the mortal's chest.

07:26, Today: Makaria Thriceburned rolled 10 using 1d20+5.  Attack.
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Lilith looks down with glee at the human tossed at her feet like a gift from Xul and smiles. She swings her blades down in a crisscross pattern at his throat.

17:55, Today: Lilith Darkmoore rolled 22 using 1d20+4 ((18)). Attack Roll
17:57, Today: Lilith Darkmoore rolled 4 using 1d8+2 ((2)). Damage
18:03, Today: Lilith Darkmoore rolled 3 using 1d4 ((3)). Crimson Rite Damage - Cold

18:05, Today: Lilith Darkmoore rolled 14 using 1d20+4 ((10)). Attack Roll
18:05, Today: Lilith Darkmoore rolled 10 using 1d8+2 ((8)). Damage
18:06, Today: Lilith Darkmoore rolled 4 using 1d4 ((4)). Crimson Rite Damage - Cold

OOC: The Blood Curse cannot be used again without a short or long rest.

Any blood that fountains up from his severed throat is caught in mid-air by the eager Vampiress.

Seeing this door, Orson moves back towards the sounds of the fighting to see if he can surprise any stragglers.

OOC: I'm not sure how far away I am, I figure i'll roll an initiative and start at the beginning of next round. I do have a hand crossbow, so I can engage someone from far away.

The two soldiers trying to surround find themselves at a disadvantage, the well trained Paladin is extremely capable and has obviously had better training than them as one swings wide and the other has to recover his dropped weapon and is suffering from the wound in his forearm after Nyenna placed a bullet in it.

the soldier on the ground coughs up blood as Lilith cuts open his chest leaving a trail of blood as she does so, the man behind her still suffering from the bullet to his face swings wide.

Orson can jump in during this Round.
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Again, Nyenna reloads her pistols, and again she levels them at two of the guards. One bullet hits the ground inches from the half-blinded soldier's foot, while the other hits Markus's injured attacker in the side of the head.

Bonus Action: Reload.
11:43, Today: Nyenna rolled 14 using 1d20+5.  Shoot a guard.
11:43, Today: Nyenna rolled 17 using 1d20+5.  Shoot a guard.
11:45, Today: Nyenna rolled 11 using 1d10+3.  Flintlock pistol damage.
Called Shot to the head: Disadvantage on next Wis or Int check, must make a Str save or be stunned.

Content in the knowledge that her companions have the situation with the surviving guards well in hand, Lilith leans down to the guard she just sliced open and picks him up by the neck before burying her fangs in the artery there whilst it's still pumping blood.

Asmodeus guide this strike! The blackguard brings his heavy mace down on one of the guards dealing minimal damage.

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15:45, Today: Markus Oncebright rolled 4 using 1d8+3.  Dmg.
15:45, Today: Markus Oncebright rolled 19 using 1d20+5.  Smack!

Shouldering his ugly large club the lizardman watched the battle unfold with little interest in the weak guards. Still other than picking up a guard and feeding the vampriss his own contributions to the fight had been rather non existent. Grumbling all the way, Xul crossed the street making his way towards one of the two that were still around the small female meat, replacing his hand on his club and took a bit of a wind up and swung hard at the otherwise distracted guard with a rather apologetic look on his reptilian face, he didn't usually hunt weaklings but he had to try and be more active...

OOC:
01:03, Today: Xul rolled 16 using 1d20+5.  Playing Guard Golf.
01:05, Today: Xul rolled 11 using 1d12+3.  Damage if hits.

Nyenna's shot strikes the man in the head and his helmet cracks on the impact, leaving him stunned as Markus brings his mace in to strike him as well, this blow seems to bring him out of his stupor but has little time to react however. His companion attempts to strike Markus but the Paladin's reflexes still prove the better.

As Lilith proceeds to feast on her victim, she leaves herself open to an attack as the other guard strikes her in the back cutting deeply into her flesh.  As this happens Xul steps up behinf him and slams his weapon with great force causing him to cough blood as there is the sound of cracking ribs under the armour as it buckles from the impact.

Lilith screams as she's cut deeply. She thought that human out of commission or soon to be so his attack is both painful and surprising. She drops her meal and whips her blades around, intending to see this human reduced to pieces of steaming flesh.

(OOC: on my iPad so can't cut and paste in pretty colours like I do until I get home)

14:04, Today: Lilith Darkmoore rolled 14 using 1d20+4.  Attack roll.
14:06, Today: Lilith Darkmoore rolled 5 using 1d8+2.  Damage (if that was a hit)
14:08, Today: Lilith Darkmoore rolled 1 using 1d4.  Crimson Rite Damage.

14:09, Today: Lilith Darkmoore rolled 11 using 1d20+4.  Attack roll. Guessing that was a swing and a miss.
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Lifting his studded club again the lizardman would bring it down soundly against the crumpling armor of the guard, still he felt something was off on his swing as he continued to beat on the dented armor, grumbling about why meat bothered to walk around in metal containers...

OOC:
16:42, Today: Xul rolled 24 using 1d20+5.  Tenderizing Meat.
16:42, Today: Xul rolled 5 using 1d12+3.  Pound Pound Pound.

They were helpless as babes.

No one had thought to so much equip a single guard with a bow or crossbow, leaving them utterly defenseless against the Tiefling.  Her wing beats carried her far over their heads, raining down magic and fury upon.  In her winged glory, what did it matter if her craft found more pavement stones then mortal flesh?

OOC:  Sigh.

15:00, Today: Makaria Thriceburned rolled 6 using 1d20+5.  Attack.

Parrying another blow with his Ram-faced shield the paladin brings his heavy mace to bear against his assailant. As his iron smashes through the guards armor he felt the man's soft body give way. The rush of combat heightened his senses and Markus felt Asmodeus' power surging within him. The mace glows white hot for a moment as Markus's hand lingers, savoring the impact from the heavy weapon before a gout of black hellfire envelopes the paladin's target. The Aasimar laughs loudly and pulls his mace back as the guard's body becomes wreathed in flame.

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Action: Attack with WarMace [21] Damage: [7]
Bonus Action: Cast Searing Smite Fire Damage:[6] DC: 12

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The next time you hit a creature with a melee weapon attack during the spell’s duration, your weapon flares with white-hot intensitity, and the attack deals an extra 1d6 fire damage to the target and causes the target to ignite in flames.
At the start of each of its turns until the spell ends, the target must make a Constitution saving throw. On a failed save, it takes 1d6 fire damage. On a successful save, the spells ends. If the target or a creature within 5 feet of it uses an action to put out the flames, or if some other effect douses the flames (such as the target being submerged in water), the spell ends.

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Move Action: N/A
HP: 36/36 AC: 19 Spells: 2/3

19:55, Today: Markus Oncebright rolled 7 using 1d8+3.  Damage.
19:54, Today: Markus Oncebright rolled 21 using 1d20+5.  Smack!
20:15, Today: Markus Oncebright rolled 6 using 1d6.  Searing Smite Damage.

Nyenna narrows her eyes and focuses her attention on the guard who stabbed Lilith, aiming for his head.

Bonus action: reload.
18:30, Today: Nyenna rolled 21 using 1d20+5.  Bang bang.
18:31, Today: Nyenna rolled 12 using 1d10+3.  Flintlock pistol damage.
If that finishes him off, the next attack will go to the least injured other guard.
18:33, Today: Nyenna rolled 16 using 1d20+5.  Bang.
Not sure if that hits... if it does...
18:33, Today: Nyenna rolled 11 using 1d10+3.  Flintlock pistol damage.
And if it's on another guard, make it a called shot to the body: knocked back 5 feet, make a Str save or be knocked back another 5 feet and have to spend next action catching his breath.
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Nyenna brings her pistols to bare once again and sound of gunfire rings out again as both shots connect; the one between Lilith and Xul is just barely able to stand before Lilith runs a blade through his torso and sending a streak of blood onto Xul. The other bullet strikes one of the soldiers attacking Markus and the blow sends him staggering backwards breathing heavily.Markus can use his reaction to make a Opportunity Attack.

Markus slams his mace into the solider he has been fighting this entire time and as it connects the man bursts into flame, before he can even try to put out the fire he screams as the flames burn him to death. The last remaining soldier catches his breath and seeing how he is the last one left alive he instead decides to run.

The last Soldier is now 40 feet away from you all.
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Seemingly unencumbered by her heavy mail, Makaria flew to keep pace with the retreating soldier.  The air hummed with her as she chanted the words she had been raining down upon them, another pulsing, writing thing of blackness forming between her claws.  With a hiss she released it, and with a twisting of reality the orb of darkness slammed into the man's chest, its force attempting to hurl him back the way he had fled.

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16:09, Today: Makaria Thriceburned rolled 15 using 1d20+5.
16:10, Today: Makaria Thriceburned rolled 9 using 1d10+3.  Damage.
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Lilith growls and takes off after the man. None of them are getting away to warn anyone and she needs a meal after having her last one so rudely interrupted.

Xul watched the flying meat and the undead meat giving chase, between the two he felt the container meats chances were very slim. Lifting his club he hooked it back into the harness on his back and pulled out one of his hand axes instead turning towards one of the near by corpses, it was time to collect some improve rations...

Despite her Vampire given speed and strength Lilith is wounded and the human is getting away. He's not getting away and she wants him to feel fear so she snarls and leaps. A giant black wolf with red eyes lands and takes off after him much faster and slams into his knees, attempting to knock him down.

If she drops him she buries her muzzle in his throat and softly growls as she rips open the soft flesh and begins drinking the blood that spurts from the ruin of his neck.
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"MuhahHaHa ha haaa..."Markus lazily swipes at the fleeing guard connecting with a solid smack. The Blackguard laughs and does not chase, instead turning to Xul after his chuckle fades." Turn out the pockets while you...re supply if you could. We might just get lucky.." The paladin searches the non barbequed bodies for anything relevant.


19:50, Today: Markus Oncebright rolled 5 using 1d8+3.  Smack!
19:50, Today: Markus Oncebright rolled 21 using 1d20+5.  Smack?

Nyenna swaggers over to the unconscious body of Ricart and plants her foot on his chest while she reloads her pistols, grinning like a maniac. Once she's done, she holsters the pistols, crosses her arms, and glares down at the man's bloodied face. "P'thetic. I r'membered yeh bein' tough. Guess th'noble lifestyle really does make yeh soft."

Removing her foot, she crouches beside him and tears off his breastplate, then pulls a dagger. For a moment she seems undecided as to her next action, then she shrugs, cuts off the front of his shirt, and starts carving Elvish letters into his chest, just deep enough to hurt very badly without being lethal.
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Makaria's blast strikes the remaining soldier in the back, making him trip over his own feet as the wolf form of Lilith pounces upon her prey and dragging him to the ground. She tears the exposed flesh away from the jugular, blood coating her jaw as it glistens in the silvery moonlight.

As Xul begins to gather rations, Markus's search turns out bag of gold coins, a black gemstone and a mark of House Arllen; the gem seems to glow as Markus handles it ableit it is a minor glow and it might just be a reflection of light.

Markus' mailed hand clutches the gem and pockets the gold. "These guards seem to be well funded." He mutters to himself more than the others.

Makaria landed in front of Nyenna, her armored boots slamming down hard upon the pavement as she folded her winds behind her back.  Tendrils of whatever thrumming magic she employed still dripped between the fingers of her right hand, while the left still held the haft of her battle glaive low and to the ground.  At the very least, she had removed the mirrored black battle mask and placed it back in its hoslter.  Her features bore no anger, but neither did they look particularly pleased.

"What in the infinite layers of the abyss was that?"

She looked over her shoulder at the Blackguard busily looting.

"There will be an accounting of that as well, when all is said and done."
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"You will be paid when the job is done." The blackguard growls. "All spoils will be turned into the Citadel." He tosses the gold bag on the street spilling the contents at the feet of the Tiefling. "Count it if you wish, peasant."

"Fuckers needed killin'," Nyenna says, adding some flourishy serifs and embellishments to the bloody letters for good measure. "And m'trigger fingers were gettin' itchy. Problem?"

Midnight pads over, still in wolf form and licking her muzzle clean after savaging the guard’s throat. She sits down and begins licking the blood off her fur and grooming herself as the sword wound closes. She growls deep in her throat when Marcus speaks so rudely to Makaria and her eyes glow a little more brightly.

She ignored Markus for now, she had more important matters to address.

"Problem?  You tell me, as you drew us all into your fight.  We just ended the lives of a half dozen sworn soldiers in the middle of the street, who were they sworn to?  What power did we just piss off?  If it ends here then no, we have no problem at all.  But if there are repercussions from your itchy fingers, then yes, there is a problem."

Xul listened as he busily dismembered one of the corpses glancing to the upset meat with little concern, "The guards serve someone. As do we. Our master is without question greater than theirs as our strength out stripped theirs, thus it is only right they become food for us." Shrugging the lizardman went back to stuffing his grisly business into one of his pouches. "Besides they chose to stand in our way. They chose to become food."

Lilith chuffs and barks at Xul's comment, wholeheartedly agreeing with his assessment of them being food as she continues licking the blood clean from her fur.
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Nyenna stands, wipes her dagger on her sleeve, and sheaths it with a flourish. "They serve a fat old man not worthy of his noble title. He spends's days countin' 'is money and fuckin' 'is slaves. Pissin' 'im off's no great loss."

Makaria remained resolute, her features betraying little of her true emotions.

"I would have his name, rank, and title, so that I might know the holder of the purse behind any knives that might come for me seeking vengeance.  I don't like leaving foes at my back, even fat and lazy ones."

Nyenna sighs irritably. "Mathias Arllen, Marquis of Thèràlon."

There's a black shimmer around the wolf and Lilith is standing there, licking her fangs. She picks up her elegant swords and sheaths them before turning to Nyenna.

"These guards we just killed, do they have anything to do with our reason to be here? Are they part of the Pelor-followers or an, admittedly, pleasant diversion?"

She looks over at Marcus. "Pull the nobility out of your arse. You're an Inquisitor like the rest of us. There are no peasants or nobles here but if there were, I'd make you crawl before me given I'm first Daughter of my House. What you people call a Princess. Unless we have more to do here I suggest we get back to business."

"Does anyone else know who the fuck that is?"

Makaria asked, finally breaking eye contact with Nyenna to look about to the rest of the group.  Foreign born as she was, her background left her woefully unprepared to understand the significance, or lack thereof, of such a title.  She gave Lilith an appreciative nod, though Markus' disdain had not registered on her as anything unkind or unfair.

Anyone can make a History Check and those of Elven hertiage can do so with Advantage.
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"A Marquis is a high-ranked noble in human lands. Below a Duke but above an Earl. A powerful and influential enemy to make but if the fat bastard is a Pelor worshipper it doesn't matter how well placed he is. We have our orders and we'll cut him down and eat him.

"You can have the fatty pieces if you want, Xul." She says over her shoulder.
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"Oh, he's not a worshiper 'imself, but I wouldn't put it past 'im to be helpin' 'em for some p'thetic scheme." Nyenna hovers her foot over one of Ricart's hands, then slowly puts her weight down on the fingers. "That or he's takin' bribes from 'em."

"A Marquis within Brimestone, some nearby neighbor who also happens to be an ally of the Emperor, or some insignificant or distant land?"

Makaria said, and the question meant everything.
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It is at this moment that Orson comes into view around a corner. He looks around, taking stock of the situation, and says "Well then, I suppose this is what the noise was. How are you all looking?"

“Orson! Thank all the gods you have deigned to grace us with your presence! We almost all died without you here to save us.” Lilith clasps her hands together and bats her eyes at him.
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"Well, my apologies for bein' the only one to think toward the future. Besides, you're all big kiddos. Couldn't ya handle a buncha chanting hillbillies?"
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"Did you do anything useful when you were thinking big thoughts? Come up with any revelations that might be useful? Find anything? Learn anything? And I think the answer to your question is lying in pieces all over the area."

She points to an arm. "There's an answer. There's another."

She points to a head. "Big answer there."

Xul's gaze shifted at the pointed out parts shaking his scaly head at the final comment, "That is not a big answer, that is mating gift from metal meat over there." The lizardman jerked a thumb in Markus' direction before checking his pouch and nodding in satisfaction with what he collected, wiping his handaxe off on one of the non dismembered guards. "Now that practice is over, small meat, lead us to warehouse."

Lilith appears to melt and gives Markus huge doe eyes, the effect somewhat spoiled by the whole "portal into Hell" look they have.

"Oh Markus, you gave me head as a mating gift. You're the most wonderful betrothed ever! Now I need to find the perfect gift for you!"

In reply to Makaria Thriceburned (msg # 60):

"Heretic or not, if his soul is worthy he may serve beyond life. We are not their judge..." The blackguard's eyes fixate on the smoking charred remains of the guard. His interest had quickly waned from the questions of nobility or justifications of the assault.

As the smoke cleared Marcus shakes his head in clarity. Now aware of Lilith's advance his face turned from a strange sadistic smirk, to a frown of disdain.

"We need to find the leader of these sun-burned idiots. Let's make sure one of them talks next time."

Orson chimed in again at this point. "Good thing your old buddy's been takin a good look around, eh? I know exactly where these fucks are based, and how we can get in. What do ya say to that?"

Nyenna stretches, kicking Ricart in the ribs as she does. "I knew where they were based all along. Just had to confirm with m'sources b'fore kickin' in the door. Good work, though, hunter boy. Guess yer as good at findin' things out as yeh are at pullin' off that tight black outfit under yer armor."
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"Aww, yer too kind." Orson responds with a smirk. "Shall we continue? Promise ta pull my weight this time."

Makaria swung the tip of her glaive out and upward, slamming the plated butt into the ground with a sharp retort.

"Answer the question, who is Thèràlon?"

Nyenna stifles a snicker. "Who? Thèràlon is a place, O Mysterious Masked Mistress. Used to be an elven kingdom." She clicks her tongue and winks. "I can't do all yer work for yeh, M'Lady. Go crack open a book once the mission's done if y'wanna know 'bout Thèràlon."

Xul glanced over and gave a shrug of his scaled shoulders, "Don't know. Don't care. We have a mission, dead master sent us to kill cultists, we kill cultists and whoever gets between them and us. Simple task." The lizardman crossed his muscled arms across his chest impatiently pacing back and forth, the cold of the night bothered him and standing about worrying about a non issue made him want to grab the little meat and hurry on on his own, good sense and a desire to not eat buckshot however, kept him in check.

"Yet you seem content to let us do your work for you here."

She gestured with her free hand towards the dead soldiers.

"I can see why you have so many enemies, if you intend to use the Emperor's time and resources to foot the bill for your own past.  I've asked you twice now if this ends here,
 or if there will be repercussions.  Twice now you have demurred. Why is that?"

OOC: Posting this here because somehow it was sent to Nyenna in a PM. I'm at a loss.

"She has a point, you know." Lilith says in an uncharacteristically serious tone. I don't mind killing but if I'm doing it for someone else I want to know. And if it's taking away from our mission I want to know."

Her voice suddenly takes on a seductive purr and her eyes seem to encompass the entirety of the world to Nyenna. "You want to answer Makaria, don't you beautiful."

OOC: Attempting to Charm to get an answer since my future partner in pleasure seems recalcitrant with answers.

Um... this is, uh...

17:19, Today: Nyenna rolled 21 using 2d20+1, dropping the lowest dice only ((20,20)).
Save vs. Charmed, Fey Ancestry advantage.
Pasted the individual roll message because HOLY SHIT WHAT?
D&D Achievement Unlocked: Single File Solar System (roll two natural 20s in a row).


Nyenna blinks and shakes her head, frowning slightly. "Did yeh just... w'zat a vampire thing?" Raising one eyebrow, she shifts her weight to one leg and rests her hands on her hips. "If there're repercussions, they'll be on me. 'N'as for lettin' y'do my work, I never asked yeh ta fight 'em with me. Y'coulda fucked off 'n' left me to kill 'em m'self if y'wanned to." She shrugs. "Way I see it, 's'best if we move on and take out the sun-fuckers."
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Lilith frowns, quite put out at having her attempt at vampiric hypnosis so casually slapped aside but quickly recovers.

"What do you mean, 'vampire thing'? I simply asked a question. Shall we get moving as we are standing in the midst of something of a mess."

"Had I 'fucked off,' I would have deprived the Empire of one more agent to do the Emperor's will.  You are still a stranger to me, and you are asking me to put quite a bit of faith in your words.  That is not a small thing that you ask.  Yet Asmodeus's servant speaks true.  We have a mission, let's get to it.  We will see where the truth falls in the end."

With that she knelt, sweeping up the pouch Markus had thrown at her feet along with all of its spilled treasures.

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"Alright, are ya done? Because I'm pretty eager to tell ya the plan I've got." Orson says, after this episode seems to have calmed down.

“Please, Orson, thrill us with the genius idea you’ve come up with.” Lilith says in a very dry voice as she uses one of the dead guards cloaks to clean her armour and weapons.

Xul took out a piece of fresh meat to chew on while he waited and listened, turning his attention to the shady meat hoping this new plan involved leading them all to the warehouse.

"Well, there are two main entrances to the warehouse. One is the main door, which is guarded and takes a password to get in. There's also a side door that's locked, but they probably won't have much guarding it. I was hoping the dragonborn could get us in there, but I cant tell where he's gone. Then, the other idea I have is above. Must of these warehouses have a skylight, so we could have Wings fly herself up there and give us some low-risk supporting fire. Markus or Xul can tank the front, supported by Nyenna or lilith, while the rest of us go in the side and cut them down from behind. Any questions?" Orson finishes and takes a breath.

"Like wolves killing the beast." Markus muses for a moment. "The pack attacks as a whole but only one mouth is needed to rip the throat." Markus nods in approval toward Orson. "Your plan makes sense Blackwall. I will be happy to kick in the door and the teeth of these heretics."

If Makaria took umbrage at being referred to as "Wings," while the other's had their proper names employed, it didn't show on her abyssal features.  There was little enough insult in being named for flight, when the other's were bound to trod the earth with heavy foot falls.

"I have means of learning the password, if we want to spend some time at it.  However, if the plan is just to charge in and slaughter them all, sneaking through the front door shouldn't be required.  Your plan is adequate."

"I have other methods of gaining entrance. I can come at them from the back whilst those of you coming in from the front engage them. They'll never see me coming." she says, slightly distracted at a stubborn bit of blood that won't come out of her armour.

"Ahh. Damn me, I do know the password. It's 'Lord and lady's light guide us.'" Orson says somewhat sheepishly.

"So it sounds like most of you are going through the front door, with a few of us finding other ways in.  Any objections?"

Her hand twitched every so slightly across the smooth surface of her battle mask.

Xul listened as the others chimed in, "Plan works for me."

Between Nyenna and Orson, getting to the warehouse and setting up takes little time at all, espically with no active guards on the outside.

It does appear to be a general warehouse on the docks and has no markings to dictate ownership to any particular family or house, but the quietness of the night and the cold air make things seem far more peculiar.

Lilith concentrates for a moment, her glowing eyes narrowed before she's just gone. Where she stood is a cloud of pale mist that hovers, ignoring the wind, before it lengthens like a snake and moves for the roof of the warehouse.

Makaria rose up into the night sky, but didn't approach the warehouse yet.  She would wait and watch, and strike when the signal came.

Markus loosens his steel shield from his back and says a prayer to their one true lord Asmodeus. "Lord of the 9, divine tyrant of flame. We do your will under your sky this night." The blackguard smashes his gauntlet into the ram's head carved into the front of the shield. "Worshipers of the false will burn in hellfire, as is your command Asmodeus!" He turns and salutes the black citadel before heading to the front door, warmace in hand.

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After everyone gets into position I'll approach the front door.

Xul unshouldered his own heavy club, slinging it against his scaled shoulder in a ready position as he fell in step with Markus. The lizardnman shifted his head as he glanced around keeping an eye out for any sentries that might be watching the warehouse from the shadows before speaking, "Shall we knock?"

OOC:

01:16, Today: Xul rolled 11 using 1d20.  Perception.

Lilith floats to the top of the warehouse and starts looking for a way in, any tiny vent, crack, hole, or opening is sufficient for the vampire to gain entrance and give the fools within a very nasty surprise.

Orson moves to stand behind xul, his hand crossbow in his left hand and his Jian in his right. "Ready when you are, fellas." He says as he prepares to spring forward.

On the roof there is a skylight that is currently closed but with a bit of effort could be opened from this side or even broken through if need be. Looking through it, those that have made their way up can see the a group of cultists in the middle of some sort of ritual and in the center of the ritual circle is a creature made entirely of fire.

There do not appear to be any sentries outside but a faint chanting can be heard from the other side of the door and the temperature rises the closer you fet towards the building itself now.
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On quiet wings, Makaria flew just next to the skylight and waited for the signal, not daring to touch down on the roof with her heavy armored boots.

The mist that Lilith turned into floats next to Makaria, waiting for all hell to break loose in the warehouse. If mist could smile it would bear a vicious grin with lengthened fangs at the thought of the bloodshed to come.

Xul gripped his vicious club in two hands and wound up, careful to avoid clocking Orson behind him as he swung full force against the warehouse door, bringing the weapon roughly against the surface of the door with one full swing and yelling out, "Knock knock!"


OOC:
07:28, Today: Xul rolled 22 using 1d20+5.  Knocking on a Door.
07:29, Today: Xul rolled 12 using 1d12+3.  Knock Knock.

As Xul slams his maul into the door, there is the sound of wood splintering and breaking as he not only takes the door off of one of its hinges but also breaks the bar holding it shut behind it.

The cultists inside stop their chanting and turn to face the intruders; at their centre is a large humanoid creature made entirely of fire, it carries a large greatsword also alit with fire and it looks towards Xul "Burn the heretics! Purge them with our righteous flame! For the glory of Pelor!"

The cultists reach for their weapons and prepare to attack.

Roll for Initative Ladies and Gents. The cultists are 40 feet from those by the door and the roof is 60 feet from the ground for those on or above it.

There are also barrles, crates and shelving units that count as 1/2 or 3/4 cover that both sides can and will use.
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OOC: 15:20, Today: Makaria Thriceburned rolled 11 using 1d20+1. Initiative.

Xul grinned wide seeing the large figure of flame pointing his club towards the thing, "I want that one."

OOC:
20:49, Today: Xul rolled 16 using 1d20+2.  Initative.

Orson lets out a low whistle as the door swings open. "Well, there's a big boy." He says, raising his crossbow.

OOC: 19:52, Today: Orson Blackwall rolled 15 using 1d20+3 ((12)).

Nyenna's eyebrows rise, though her confident smirk never leaves her face. "Quite," she says, drawing her pistols, "but v'course there's the sayin'... bigger they are, harder they fall."

And the more they burn, she adds to herself.


17:44, Today: Nyenna rolled 22 using 1d20+3.  Initiative.

20:51, Today: Lilith Darkmoore rolled 12 using 1d20+2.  Initiative.

Markus had been readying himself behind the doorway as Xul announced the party. The paladin focuses his innate sense of divinity to identify this flaming creature.

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12:46, Today: Markus Oncebright rolled 1 using 1d20.  initiative. Fitting, lol

Initiative Order: While I will let people post as they will normally, this is the order that I will resolve round by round posts in, so keep this in mind.

Nyenna
Xul
"Celestial Fire"
Orson
Lilith
Makaria
Cultists (x4 with Blades)
(Cultists (x2 with Blackpowder Weapons)
Markus
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Makaria opened up with her magic, attempting to blast the skylight open.

Combat:  Eldritch Blast modified with repelling blast on the skylight.

13:56, Today: Makaria Thriceburned rolled 12 using 1d10+3.
13:56, Today: Makaria Thriceburned rolled 6 using 1d20+5.  Attack.

Tons of damage, but can I hit the broad side of a warehouse?

I rolled a 1. 

Nyenna twirls each of her guns around her trigger finger and fires as she steps into the warehouse, targeting the two cultists holding their own guns. Her eyes flash as the bullets strike their targets, and she darts for cover, making sure to stay a safe distance from the barrels of black powder. Playin' with fire 'round wooden barrels... seems the sun's still addled their brains.


14:15, Today: Nyenna rolled 21 using 1d20+5.  Bang.
14:18, Today: Nyenna rolled 9 using 1d10+3.  Flintlock pistol damage.
Let's make that a Called Shot to the leg: half speed next move action, Con save or fall prone.
Shoot-n-Scoot
14:20, Today: Nyenna rolled 18 using 1d20+5.  Bang.
14:20, Today: Nyenna rolled 6 using 1d10+3.  Flintlock pistol damage.
Let's make that a Called Shot to the arm: Disadvantage on next melee attack, Con save or drop weapon.
Shoot-n-Scoot
Actual move action: get to cover.

Xul growled and charged forward into the ware house, his yellowish eyes becoming bloodshot as a primal rage built up into his massive scaled form, his clawed feet propelling him towards the fiery guardian of the cultists and for the moment focusing on dodging between the weak meat that separated himself from the obviously powerful opponent...

OOC:
Charging forward to close on the central celestial foe, focusing on dodging attacks made by cultists and employing his barbarian rage...

Orson watched as the others charged, then raised his crossbow, already glowing with a blue light. He moved into range and fired at one of the gun-wielding cultists, then moved behind the door of the warehouse for cover.

OOC:

Activate Crimson rite of the frozen (max HP is now 45)
Move 15 feet to be within normal hand crossbow range.
attack with hand crossbow on a gun cultist
08:54, Today: Orson Blackwall rolled 20 using 1d20+5.  Crossbow Attack roll.
, Today: Orson Blackwall rolled 9 using 1d6+3.  Crossbow damage.
08:55, Today: Orson Blackwall rolled 2 using 1d4.  Crimson rite damage.
So assuming that's a hit, 11 damage, 9 piercing and 2 cold.

Lilith floats in and flattens herself against the ceiling, wanting nothing to do with that fire...thing. She’s no coward but vampires have a healthy respect and fear for fire which is well-deserved. She’ll engage the humans as soon as her comrades engage the Elemental or whatever it is.

"Another fallen angel?" Markus grits his teeth in anticipation of the coming combat. Pivoting around the doorway after Xul and company let loose, Markus takes a more tactical approach, positioning himself near some of the boxes he hunkers down and brings his shield to purpose, while taunting the Celestial. "Sister! Your sky lord will betray you. You are wrong to leave the folds of the true lord, ASMODEUS!"

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Moving up 30' to the closest cover - taking DODGE action

The sound Nyenna's guns signals the start of yet another fight as she quickly ducks behind a shelving unit, the first cultist falls prone grasping his leg while the other fights through the pain as he keeps a hold of his gun, although before he can retaliate he is also struck by a crossbow bolt as Orson dodges back out of sight.

Dodgeing his way through Xul comes close to two other Cultists, however his thick scales shrug off the blows leaving him unharmed but being of fire seems to ignore the Lizardman but not before it raises a hand and plants a Sphere of Fire near to him and moves it towards Xul.
Xul takes 9 Fire damage, DC 15 Dexterity Save for half (4)

The being then focuses on Markus [Language unknown: "Our cape Sahiad thunt! Tr atneai traillove alou sta ho ro Manativen!"] It then draws a flaming sword and calsually walks closer to the Hellknight.

Makaria's blast shatter's the Skylight, sending shards of glass falling down into the room, two cultists dive out the way as the glass lands taking superfical cuts, but one is showered in glass and had several large shards digging into their skin.

The Cultist that took the brunt of the glass places a hand on himself and chants a spell of healing, while some of his wounds heal he is still quite hurt.

The Cultist that Nyenna knocked to the ground stands up and hobbles his way behind a barrel and aims his rifle at her, but the bullet just smashes a jar on the shelf instead. His partner however throws a bolt of pure light towards the Half-Elf but the Guiding Bolt goes just as wide and dissapates harmlessly against the wall.

The remaing Cultist launches a Bolt of Fire upwards towards Makaria but it just shoots pasy the winged Tiefling and fades out as it reaches the extent of its range.

Lilith descends from the roof and becomes corporeal as she lands, swords in hand, behind the poor sap with the gun behind the barrel. She invokes the Rite of the Frozen and slashes at him.




17:48, Today: Lilith Darkmoore rolled 10 using 1d20+4.  Attack roll.
18:04, Today: Lilith Darkmoore rolled 11 using 1d20+4.  Attack Roll w/Advantage
17:48, Today: Lilith Darkmoore rolled 5 using 1d20+4.  Attack Roll.

(OOC: The first attack might be a hit since she's coming at him from behind, the second attack was a one on the roll. We're high rollers tonight.)
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Makaria remained perched on the roof, comfortable with the aerial superiority she had over their foes.  The Cultist with the flame magic would need to go, though.  Her mirrored battle mask was already on her face, and so none could see her lips when they began to chant.  Her right arm came up to touch the crystal implanted in the armor at her chest, and as she did it began to glow with a sickly green light.  She closed her eyes and whispered under her breath, the barely audible words both guttural and flowing.  When her eyes opened, they were filled with the same radiance.  She raised her right hand, which was bathed in concentric rings of twisted symbols, and pointed towards the man who had dared to craft flame at her.

"Aggra'kezos!"

She intoned, laying the First Curse upon him.  Then her hand formed a wicked claw, her lips uttering three words of roiling power that crashed upon the ears of those who heard them.

"Hazthresh'koth'arrandzi!"

Once more she tore an orb of pure void from the very fabric of reality and hurled it at the man she had cursed. It thrummed through the air as it struck, sending the fool sprawling backwards.

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Bonus action to cast Hex, then for my action using Repelling Blast on the one who attacked me.

15:19, Today: Makaria Thriceburned rolled 21 using 1d20+5.  Attack.

15:19, Today: Makaria Thriceburned rolled 7 using 1d10+3.  Force

15:20, Today: Makaria Thriceburned rolled 5 using 1d6.  Necrotic.

13 damage total. 
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Even while raging the lizardman knew plowing through a sphere of fire wasn't a healthy choice and quickly skimmed along its edge, his club swinging in a frenzy as the berserker goes into full frenzy mode on the celestial fire creature that so casually ignored him, while the first strike didn't seem to really connect with anything he was sure the second smack would be a good tap on the celestial's shoulder...


OOC:
Time to smack me a celestial and whiff the first attack.
19:52, Today: Xul rolled 21 using 1d20+2.  Dexterity Save.

19:54, Today: Xul rolled 10 using 1d20+5.  Attacking.

Frenzy bonus attack:
19:54, Today: Xul rolled 24 using 1d20+5.  Continuing to attack.
19:54, Today: Xul rolled 6 using 1d12+3.  atk 2 dmg.

Placing his back against cover and his resting his mace in his shield hand, Markus smirked and pulled a rolled scroll from his armor. "Lord of Darkness, master of lies..." His face gradually turning more serious as the enchanted paper glows a deep red. "...grant your might to this vessel so that your will be done." The parchment begins to glow a bright hot yellow and burns as the blackgaurd finishes the enchantment. "Let my mace strike these heretics down in your name!" The paper fully disintegrates and the embers of burning parchment swirl in the air.

Picking his mace back in his free hand, Markus sticks the end of the iron weapon in the floating cloud of embers, the weapon now glows with a sinister force. Smashing the weapon against his shield and cocking his neck Markus channels his own reserves of power and calls upon the strength of the Citadel itself to strengthen his armor. Mentally and physically preparing for this creatures sword before turning to face its fury.

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Action: Use Scroll: Magic Weapon (+1 attack and damage)
Bonus Action: Cast Shield of Faith (+2 ac - concentration)
Move Action: N/A
HP: 36/36 AC: 21 Spells: 1/3

Nyenna cackles as the cultists' attacks go wide, reloads her guns, and returns fire from her cover.


23:13, Today: Nyenna rolled 17 using 1d20+5.  Bang.
23:14, Today: Nyenna rolled 6 using 1d10+3.  Flintlock pistol damage.
Let's call that a shot to Mr. Guiding Bolt's head: Disadvantage on next Wis or Int check, Str save or be stunned.
23:14, Today: Nyenna rolled 11 using 1d20+5.  Bang.
About time I actually got a poor attack roll... what is with these dice?

Orson pokes his head out of cover, then moves in to get a closer cover point, taking a shot with his crossbow at the huge being of flame as he moves. He shouts "Everyone, that thing's a celestial! If you've got anything to smash that type of thing, I'd bring it out now!"

OOC:

Move inside the warehouse to cover.
Crossbow attack on the celestial.
11:11, Today: Orson Blackwall rolled 17 using 1d20+5 ((12)) Attack against celestial.
11:12, Today: Orson Blackwall rolled 8 using 1d6+3 ((5)) Damage roll.
11:13, Today: Orson Blackwall rolled 4 using 1d4 ((4)) Cold Damage.
So 12 damage if that hits.
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Although one of Nyenna's shots go wide as she prepares to duck back from the next volley, the first shot strikes her foe hard in the head. Only his magical shielding saving him from this being a fatal blow but not from makeing him see stars as the desired effect of this shot takes place.

Xul and Orson's attacks do little to deter the celestial's advance towards Markus, it however makes every effort to disengage with the lizardman leaving no openings for Xul to take advantage of. As it reaches Markus it moves the ball of fire at Xul again.
Same again Xul 8 Fire Damage DC 14 Dex save for Half.

The two cultists that tried to attack Xul before run after him and try again, one fumbles at the fearsome fury of the Lizardman but the other strikes a powerful blow against him.
Xul 7  piercing damage, already halved due to rage.

The other blade wielding cultists make their way towards the rest of you, one tries to flank Nyenna as she is behind cover while the other tries to attack Lilith but only manages to slap her ass with the flat of his blade.

The Rifleman that Makaria blasted returns fire after righting himself, knowing that cover is usless agianst an airborn target he first places a Hunter's Mark on her in return for the Hex. The bullet strikes her in the air, while it doesn't penetrate the force still hurts.
Makaria you take 14 pireceing damage.

Lilith actually looks at him incredulously after he smacks her arse. "Really? You want to do that right here, right now? Ok - get undressed, I'm game!"

And then she slashes at him.

20:43, Today: Lilith Darkmoore rolled 16 using 1d20+4 ((12)).
20:43, Today: Lilith Darkmoore rolled 20 using 1d20+4 ((16)).

04:24, Today: Lilith Darkmoore rolled 3 using 1d8+2 ((1)).
04:25, Today: Lilith Darkmoore rolled 10 using 1d8+2 ((8)).

04:25, Today: Lilith Darkmoore rolled 4 using 1d4 ((4)).
04:26, Today: Lilith Darkmoore rolled 4 using 1d4 ((4)).
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Nyenna's eyes flick to the cultist attempting to outflank her, then to the barrels of black powder behind him. Smirking, she reloads her pistols and bites her lip in anticipation as she unloads two shots into his chest.


18:00, Today: Nyenna rolled 15 using 1d20+5.  Bang.
Assuming that hits...
18:06, Today: Nyenna rolled 6 using 1d10+3.  Flintlock pistol damage.
Called Shot to the torso: pushed back 5 feet, Strength save or be pushed another 5 feet and have to spend the next round catching breath.
Spending 2 Technique points to make the next shot with Advantage, just to help this work...
18:09, Today: Nyenna rolled 17 using 2d20+5, dropping the lowest dice only.  Seriously, fuck this guy.
18:09, Today: Nyenna rolled 5 using 1d10+3.  Flintlock pistol damage.
Another Called Shot to the torso. Since I used Technique Points to improve the Gun Stunt, this Strength save has Disadvantage.


As the cultist reels from the shots, Nyenna turns her face away and holds her wrists over her ears in preparation for the almost-certainly-imminent explosion.
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Xul grunted under the attack of the cultist and once more skimmed along the edge of the fire sphere, moving away from it and pursuing the celestial positioning himself to try and flank the otherworldly creature while it goes after Markus, the cultists he paid little heed to as he once again rained down heavy blows on the back of the celestial meat....

OOC:
23:12, Today: Xul rolled 17 using 1d20+2.  Dexterity Save.

23:15, Today: Xul rolled 18 using 1d20+5.  Regular Attack.
23:16, Today: Xul rolled 15 using 1d12+3.  Regular Damage.

23:16, Today: Xul rolled 24 using 1d20+5.  Frenzy Bonus Attack.
23:16, Today: Xul rolled 9 using 1d12+3.  Frenzy Attack Damage.


About time the dice roller showed me some love.

As Xul's weight crashes down on the Celestial Markus charges from out of cover with his Warmace low behind his body. His shield tight and high against his chest, the ram's head engraving protects the paladin as he closes the gap on the Celestial and strikes out.


HP: 36/36 AC: 21 Spells: 1/3
Markus Oncebright rolled 18 using 1d20+6.  Warmace!
Markus Oncebright rolled 9 using 1d8+4.  Magical Bludgeoney goodness.

Well hindsight is a lovely thing is it not? I need to interrupt the action to deal with Nyenna's... carnage shall we say.

As the cultist trying to flank Nyenna makes his way around, the Half-Elf Gunslinger lets fly another volley. Her target has no time to react as the surprise knocks him backwards and into a barrel, which his flaming sword manages to pierce.

A chain reaction of explosions begins as the cultist at the centre of the inital explsion is incinerated instantly. Fortunetly none of you are near the secondary explsions, however Xul and Lilith feel the heat of them and are struck by small debris but it is a only a minor nuisance.

The same can not be said for the cultists however as the two that were trying to delay Xul are roasted, the one that had placed a Hunters Mark on Makaria has been burnt black and the one that Nyenna shot recently is charred; the only one to be sparred from this fate is the one combating Lilith.

One wall is almost completly blown out and is nothing more than rubble with bits of the ceiling collapsing in on itself as well, Makaria has a birds eye view of the destruction and it is terriyfing what this blackpowder can do in large quanitites.

Makaria and Orson have their full turns still this round and Lilith can apply her damage beforw anyone else posts.
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Orson marveled at the explosion and the chaos caused by it, then turned his attention to the celestial in the center of the room. He stowed his crossbow and unsheathed his cutlass, and charged in, attempting to flank the flaming being. Blue light flared around his blades as he leapt and slashed at the elemental's back.

OOC:
stow crossbow, draw cutlass
activate crimson rite on cutlass & Jian, bringing max and current hp to 39/39
11:13, Today: Orson Blackwall rolled 19 using 2d20+5, dropping the lowest dice only.  Flanking jian attack.
11:13, Today: Orson Blackwall rolled 6 using 1d8+3.  Jian damage.
11:14, Today: Orson Blackwall rolled 4 using 1d4.  rite for jian.
11:14, Today: Orson Blackwall rolled 24 using 1d20+5.  cutlass attack.
11:14, Today: Orson Blackwall rolled 6 using 1d6+3.  cutlass damage.
11:14, Today: Orson Blackwall rolled 1 using 1d4.  cutlass rite.
12 slashing, 5 cold

Makaria raised her right hand in a warding gesture as the bullet flew towards her, calmly uttering a word in her strange tongue.

"Kri'ackkus."

A bright disk of glowing purple runes flickered into existence, catching the force of the projectile and sending it hurtling away into the sky.  She smiled down at him, though behind her mirrored battlemask nothing of her smile showed, and began to rip and tear another hole in reality to hurl at him.

"Hazthresh'koth'arrandzi."

The bolt of pure nothingness hummed down to the very foundations of reality as it streaked through the air and slammed into the man's face, knocking him backwards as ripples of her glowing green curse echoed through his body.

09:33, Today: Makaria Thriceburned rolled 16 using 1d20+5.  Attack.  Eldritch Blast.

09:34, Today: Makaria Thriceburned rolled 5 using 1d6.  Necrotic.
09:34, Today: Makaria Thriceburned rolled 13 using 1d10+3.  Force

The Celestial lashes out with two swings of the flaming sword it carries, the first clangs off of Markus's shield while the other bites into Xul. However the Sphere of Fire that was created dissipates into nothing as its concentration upon the spell falters.
Xul you take 3 Slashing damage that has been halved for rage and 4 Fire damage.

Between Lilith and Makaria the remaining cultist is removed from play, leaving the Celestial as the only creature left standing at this point. It seems to shrug off most of the damage it takes from Xul and Orson, although the Crimsion Rite seems to be getting past this defence. However there is a shriek of pain as Markus's Mace strikes true, the enchantment he put upon it giving him an edge now.

Xul grimaced at the burning pain, his wounds were adding up but at least the host of weak meat were taken care of by the blast. Able to now focus on the celestial the lizardman brough his vicious club down hard on the celestial trying to drop the other worldly being to the ground before following up with another harsh strike of the iron studded club...

OOC:
First attack : Attempting to 'shove' the celestial to knock it prone.

16:24, Today: Xul rolled 19 using 2d20+3, dropping the lowest dice only with rolls of 6,16.  Strength Check - Shove (Str Advantage).

Bonus Frenzy attack: Striking with club again (yes I'm getting the idea that his unenchanted weapon isn't doing anything. Xul does not care at this point.)

16:29, Today: Xul rolled 19 using 1d20+5.  Bonus Frenzy Attack.
16:29, Today: Xul rolled 7 using 1d12+5.  Kanabo dmg.

Makaria lashed out with the full power at her disposal.

With an almost loving hand she grasped the air in front of her, lifting the curse which had settled on the Gunslinger and passing it to the Celestial.  The flickering green runes which had faintly manifested around him like so many fireflies danced away,s ettling upon their newest victim.

"Hazthresh'koth'arrandzi."

She shouted a third time to the heavens, her voice making the almost musical language sound like a death toll as the orb of void found its mark and sent the creature hurtling backwards.

OOC If it's in melee range with anyone, I THINK they get an attack off opportunity as it's blasted 10 ft back.

12:12, Today: Makaria Thriceburned rolled 19 using 1d20+5.  Attack.
12:12, Today: Makaria Thriceburned rolled 1 using 1d6.  Necrotic.
12:12, Today: Makaria Thriceburned rolled 13 using 1d10+3.  Force.

Well with that, Xul can make another attack if he wishes, whileMarkus and Orson can add an opportunity attack to their turn as Makaria will blast it away from you.

Orson was caught up in the heat of battle, and was somewhat taken aback when the celestial was lifted from the ground and launched flying. As it lost its footing, he took another swing at the flaming being.

OOC: For my opportunity attack
15:40, Today: Orson Blackwall rolled 21 using 1d20+5.  Advantage 2nd roll.
15:41, Today: Orson Blackwall rolled 8 using 1d8+3.  Jian damage.
15:41, Today: Orson Blackwall rolled 4 using 1d4. Rite damage
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Seeing the celestial getting tossed around brought a grin to the lizardmans muzzle, quickly capitalizing on the creatures misfortune he brought his club up in an over head strike to strike at the other worldly foe...

OOC:
Attack of Opportunity

18:46, Today: Xul rolled 10 using 1d12+5.  Attack Damage.
18:45, Today: Xul rolled 24 using 2d20+5, dropping the lowest dice only.  Attack of opportunity w/advantage.

Lilith gave a vicious smile that was all fang as the fiery being was blasted off its feet and flew by, right into the arc of her blades. She took advantage of the free hit given to her by Makaria and swung with savage delight.

17:51, Today: Lilith Darkmoore rolled 7 using 1d20+4 ((3)). Attack of Opportunity
17:53, Today: Lilith Darkmoore rolled 21 using 1d20+4 ((17)). Attack of Opportunity

(OOC: I'm guessing the second sword hit.)

17:55, Today: Lilith Darkmoore rolled 10 using 1d8+2 ((8)). Damage.
17:55, Today: Lilith Darkmoore rolled 2 using 1d4 ((2)). Crimson Rite Damage.

Makaria's blast sent the creature toppling backward, exposing an opportunity for Markus' mace to connect against the celestial flames. Following the celestial's momentum the Paladin charges forward and aims to bring the mace down hard on his foe's face.


Attack of Opportunity looks like a hit for 5. Standard Attack misses unless I can still get the flanking bonus from ole Xul here or our very own Count Chocula Lilith. If both hit [16] damage.

HP: 36/36 AC: 21 Spells: 1/3

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20:19, Today: Markus Oncebright rolled 11 using 1d8+4.  Damage.
20:18, Today: Markus Oncebright rolled 22 using 1d20+6.  Advantage due to flank? .
20:18, Today: Markus Oncebright rolled 21 using 1d20+6.  Standard Attack.
20:17, Today: Markus Oncebright rolled 5 using 1d8+4.  Sweet, Bash 1 Succesful!
20:17, Today: Markus Oncebright rolled 19 using 1d20+6.  Aoo.

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Nyenna stands up from behind her cover with a loose twirl, like a child playing at being a dancer. Her smile, rather than being wolfish, is eerily serene as she takes in the full extent of the destruction. This is true art, she thinks as she finishes her twirl, leveling her freshly-reloaded guns at the celestial. A pity there's only one target left...

13:39, Today: Nyenna rolled 10 using 1d20+5.  Bang.

The first shot flies past the thing's shoulder as it is pushed out of the way by Makaria's blast. Nyenna blinks, adjusts her aim, and fires again...

13:39, Today: Nyenna rolled 25 using 1d20+5.  Bang.
CRIIIIIIIIIIIT!
13:42, Today: Nyenna rolled 21 using 1d10+13.  Flintlock pistol damage (critical).

...hitting it right between the eyes.
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The next few seconds becomes a rather brutal dance as blow after blow rains down upon the Flaming Celestial, between being knocked down and sent flying it has barely any time to even react.

As it lies on the ground, it waits for Markus to walk over to it [Language unknown: "Ousni ch Al ecio avethikor... Etoul Tipl st Comus alntmipr di hoatit moan ous. Has wa ent osul te, lo sheera'ureiou atove: T linen ast pola tinom ekel ur acteek onsni."] As Markus slams the head of his mace into it there is a burst of flame and after it subsides all that is left is a small bright red glowing gemstone.
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The lizardman saw the form of the celestial constrict in death and his body slumped as he let the rage slip from his battered body. Looking around at the devestated warehouse, "Any left?"

Lilith wipes her swords off and looks at the red gemstone. "I think Nyenna made sure there aren't any left. That was impressive, Red."

"Anyone know if this gem is worth anything?" She asks, sheathing her weapons.

 Markus bashes his mailed gauntlet against his chest twice and yells a rallying cry after completing his prayer to Asmodeus. He nods to the group and says, "The inquisitors chose well, behold we have found another heretic's stone." The bulky paladin kneels in the ashes of his enemy and examines the smoldering stone.

I'll bend down and grab the stone. Is it similar to the one we found before?
22:02, Today: Markus Oncebright rolled 15 using 1d20+1.  Religion. ?

"I'm guessing we should turn this into the lich as proof of our success. Is it safe to handle?" She asks.

"In the meantime we should try and find any intelligence that wasn't blown up and be ready for city guardsmen who I'm sure are on their way here in numbers."

You recall the Lich asking for a corpse suitable for questioning, presumeably this means meeting the requirements for a Speak with Dead spell.


As Markus's hand clasps the jewel, there is another eruption of flame that engulfs the warrior of Asmodeus.

Lilith leaps back almost half the length of the warehouse as she is once again reminded that fire and vampires don't mix.

"I am very, very happy that I was not the one to pick that up," she says in a wry tone whilst waiting to see if they would have to carry the body home in a sealed box to make sure no important ashes were lost.

"Not his cock and balls though as he obviously hasn't used them in ages."
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Nyenna twirls her guns as she steps lightly across the warehouse floor. "Ahh... the smell of burnin' black powder. Most beautiful thing in the world." She inhales deeply, then puts her guns away and stretches. "Let's take that one; he looks intact enough for the Skeleton-Man to posthumously interrogate."

"That was... not particularly impressive."

Makaria said as she swept down from the roof, her battle armor unmarred by flame or bolts.  Indeed, she didn't have a scratch on her.

"I'll admit I expected more of a fight from a cousin, even one so far removed."

She unhitched the smooth black surface of her battle mask, sheathing it in its cradle.

"Let us see if there is anything else worth confiscating."

"We'll need to move fast. As badass as that was, the explosion almost definitely got some heat on us. The guards may already be in their way here. Unless ya want to tank some more fools we should haul ass." Orson says, moving to the hole blasted in the wall to look for anyone that may have been alerted.

OOC:
10:17, Today: Orson Blackwall rolled 19 using 1d20+1.  Perception check.

Markus stands with a deep and disturbing laugh. He holds the gem in his left hand , the mace loosely in his right. The flames erupting around the blackgaurd seem to ungulate and circle him, almost as though he in a vortex. Before subsiding completely, the flames appear to form two huge wings on the blackgaurd and they withdraw within the Aasimar's core. The embers circling the mace seem to glow even brighterer and swirl with ferocity. "We must bring one of the dead. This creature's behavior is most strange, we should report back to the citadel at once." He nods to Orson, he advice prudent.

"Yeah, this one," Nyenna says, lightly kicking the corpse in question, but making no move to pick it up. Her gaze shifts to Markus. "Y'know, Angelface, y'look dead sexy wreathed in flame. Powerful. I like powerful."

"She did seem fairly weak, even by the standards of her kind." Lilith notes as she reaches down to grab the chosen corpse.

"Didn't I just say almost the exact same thing about the explosion and guards? I'm fairly certain I did." She grumbles as they group collects themselves before heading out.

As Orson looks out through the new window Nyenna so generously made, he spies a small crowd of people begining to show up to investigate the loud explosion. Likely some form of guards will show up in short order.

Orson grimaces at the sight of the gathered crowd. He waves his crossbow at them and yells "Clear out, ya fucks! We'll be out o' yer hair momentarily!"

Makaria searched the room quickly for anything of value, and then departed with her companions.

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17:20, Today: Makaria Thriceburned rolled 13 using 1d20+2.  Perception.

Xul would move to the indicated corpse and sling it over its shoulder. With his club resting on the opposite he prepared to move out when the others lead the way. Big lizardfolk walking out first into a crowd with bbq cultist in hand would not be received well.

Anyone who gets too close get a smile full of fang and a snarl. "Inquisition business so be about your own lest you attract our attention. Be about your business - that means piss off in case I'm confusing anyone."

Markus scans the room admiring the flames as the group leaves the warehouse. The team had performed well, the Inquisitors will be pleased. As he turned from the burning building he yells loudly to the crowd that began to gather.

"We are chosen, blessed by our Lord of Darkness and Flame! Go back to your homes and remember to defy Asmodeus is to incur the wrath of the Inquisition! Here, you see heretics BURN!"


19:07, Today: Markus Oncebright rolled 19 using 1d20+4.  Persuasion vs. Crowd.
totally see you guys in church on sunday, right? Ned I'm fuckin' talking to you none of that Pelor bullshit anymore.

Makaria's quick scan of the building doesn't turn up anything new, although she does spot an item on the floor near the only none charred corpse.

At Markus's words, the crowd that has shown up disperses relatively quickly giving you plenty of room to leave the scene and return to the Lich in a timely fashion.

Orson blinks at the rapidly dispersing crowd. "Well," He says, "Maybe you should take care of that kind of thing from now on. You're good at that." He moves in the direction of the inquisition headquarters.
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Xul moved after the others carrying the barbecue baggage.

Makaria picked up the trinket and followed.

Lilith follows, hands on her swords and watching their backs as they return from their first mission as a team, successfully and without losing anyone or any real injuries. Wealth and power would be theirs for the taking as long as they continued producing results.

Something she fully intended on doing.