Always Ascending

[Alice]

The gnoll queen lifts her foot and stomps down..

From Naethra's perspective she can somehow see it coming down at her crumpling her body like it was a paper doll..

Everyone else sees Naethra compress into a flat disk of herself with a broad pawprint impression..

(Naethra may make no actions till she passes another con save)

Lou's turn

[Roselli]

The gnoll casually swats aside the rapier thrust and swings with a heavy maul.... Completely missing the squirrelly bard. She snaps her teeth at Gwyn and misses with that too.

"huh...maybe the squirrel thing made me more agile??" I question as he misses me, but at the same time I did miss him.

Retiaria's eyes went wide as she stopped fighting for a moment, her face darkening in a blush. "EEEE! Yes! I've never been on a real date before! Oh, this is so sweet!"

Then she shook her head and returned to her fighting stance. "Ack, back in the game! We gotta focus, deal with this fat slut first then we can talk about that date!"

Alas, in her shock she'd forgotten to keep yelling.

"EXCELLENT! LETS SMOKE THESE FOOLS!" I shout back trying to keep the shouting up, well, until...

This time the maul strikes true! Gwen takes 12 damage

"OW FUCK NUGGETS" I shout as the maul smarts hard.

Everyone else sees Naethra compress into a flat disk of herself with a broad pawprint impression..

"NAETHRA!!!!" I helplessly shout. More determined to win this fight....somehow.

[Dichotomy]

I come to the realization that someone is swearing, loudly, in goblin. It occurs to me a few moments later that the voice doing so is mine. In my defense, I've only had the voice a short while, it's disorienting. I focus on the threat- the one calling the shots, the head of the snake, the... other, equally apt metaphors. This is just all so FRUSTRATING! Nothing makes sense! Well, it all has an internal logic I suppose but that's not the same thing as /sense/ and... UGH! I reach for the power that infuses all things, the mana the fills the space between spaces, the unstable, erotic power that permeates this whole place, and open myself as a conduit to it, channeling it as a focused, sustained beam at the gnoll queen, which continues to arc and shimmer from my extended hand to her, rippling over her.

((Witch bolt with a level 2 spell slot. 17+5=23 to hit. 2d12 = 6+6 = 9 damage. I can use my action for as long as I maintain concentration to deal 1d12 automatically))

[Alice]

The queen moans twisting in place the grinding of her foot distorting the Naethra disk..

Red's turn

[Nihtgenga]

"NAETHRA, NO!" Retiaria yelled as her plant friend was flattened into a disc under the gnoll queen's foot. "DAMN IT, GET THE FUCK OFF HER, YOU FAT BITCH!"

She feinted an attack at the queen's butt, then dipped her trident at the last moment to thrust at her ankle instead, trying to knock her off of the Naethra disc.
[Superiority die spent: feinting attack.
Hit: 10/18+1+4= 23
Damage: 5+7+4= 16]

[Alice]

The queen lets out an orgasmic cry and vanishes in a puff of pink smoke leaving a jeweled key behind... but the smoke flows around the  tower room inhaled by the gnoll with the maul as that gnoll grows fatter her eyes taking on a distinct pink cast..

The other guard and Eve recoil but only for a fraction of a second before they both start to act as if this where completely normal.

(Gnoll 1 for the folks at home, currently engaged with Gwyn
Naethra may make her con save before she acts and gains advantage on the save)

Gwyn's turn

[Nihtgenga]

"Hah! Yes!" Retiaria gave a celebratory fist pump. "Take that, you fucking b- oh, come on!"

That last part was in response to the smoke entering the guard, who plumped up considerably.

[Ryuforce]

Duran grins as just like that they win quickly. only to watch as the gnoll vanishes into smoke and possesses the nearby one with the maul. Duran's eyes widen,  not out of fear of this trick but knowing something much worse will soon happen. "Eve! You need to get out of here! NOW!" The paladin warned.

[Roselli]

I watch as my adversary grows larger by the moment, "uh...this isn't good."

"Can someone grab the key? And can someone kill the other Gnoll so she doesn't jump again?" I ask while I try to figure out my plan of attack. I need to help Naethra, "You can do it, Naethra! Fight her spell!"

(Naethera gains Bardic Inspiration. Add 1d6 to any attack, damage or saving throw roll)

Back to focusing on the queen. This worked before. Maybe it will work now. I stand strong before the Queen. Hands on hips. she hears my voice in her ear from behind. "Fear me."

[Cast Dissonant Whispers - Wis DC 13]
[Failed save take 18 damage and get as far from me as possible. Save take half damage.]

[Alice]

The new queen recoils and moves away from Gwen pressing herself behind the throne.

She then scowls and and swings her hips in Orics direction..

(Oric make a con save)

[darlingng01]

[11+3= 14 to con save...]

[Alice]

From Oric's perspective a gnollish rear the size of a house descends for her exerting massive pressure..

but she is able to shake it off and act normally.

Oric's turn!

[Ordos]

There was time for Naethra to be terrified as she saw the gnoll's paw come crashing down.  Juxtaposed against the gravid gnoll before her, both in front of her and far above her.

It... wasn't as painful as she imagined being crushed to death would be.  It was also, thankfully, bereft of the perverse pleasure of harm in this realm. 

And then she was... flat.  Utterly unable to move.  The gnoll atop her, the stench of her paw suffocating, the pressure of her impossible weight bearing down, threatening to overwhelm her, pushing her. 

Nothing worked.  Every muscle she screamed at to move remained motionless, impacted tight.  The smell was overpowering.  She found she could move her face, and briefly entertained the notion of biting the gnoll's paw, but stopped when she recalled what happened to Red when she tried something like that... and the fact that she didn't have teeth.

And then the fight pressed on.  She couldn't see exactly what happened, but the gnoll queen was felled, her impossible weight was gone, reality seemed more stable, less... well, less like it was forcing her to be compacted into a disc.  But the fighting was still going on... that whole 'cut off the head' thing seemed terribly optimistic...

[darlingng01]

Oric:

I manage to barely resist being smooshed by that rear, but I don't have time to feel relieved. I grab the gnolls leg as I stand up [athletics check 16+1=17], sending her falling back onto her ass. With a confident growl I step forward, "Enjoy". The word isn't filled with any magic, but with the force of pure sexuality. Positioning myself over her head, and fall down onto my ass, planting myself directly on her face and holding her head with my thighs. [if an additional check is needed I rolled a spare d20 and got a 20 for planting myself on her face and making her enjoy me]

edit: Oric gets a 17+1=18 for performance of this, for no mechanical reason.

[Alice]

The gnoll yelps as she falls on her back then gasps in confusion as the rear slams down on her face.

She seems at least momentarily disoritented as she attempts to shove the dwarf from her face, (opposed grapple check, gnoll at disadvantage from that epic ass slam Oric rolls modified 20, after disadvantage, gnoll does not do as well.)

Naethra's turn