Always Ascending

[Nihtgenga]

Retiaria pouted as she saw her net get destroyed. "Well, that didn't last as long as I would have hoped. Ah well, we'll deal with you in a minute."

With a flip and a jump, she moved behind the wolf attacking Orin, thrusting her trident at its flank with a triumphant "Hah!"

[Hit: 3/19(advantage)+4= 23
Damage: 5+4 = 9]

[Alice]

The wolf yelps as she is stabbed now getting wolfpacked by her former victims.. She remains standing however

(It is now cute little squirrel's turn)

[Roselli]

Gwen watches as Neathra returned to normal. If she was able to overcome her fear, then maybe she could as well. But now the scary wolf woman was loose. She could do something. She could hurt, that was worth being afraid of.

She tried to cut her down, with words. "You l-look more like a husky than a w-wolf."

As soon as she finished yelling she ran. Running felt good. She ran 20ft back.


[Vicious Mockery
must succeed on a Wisdom saving throw or take 1d4 (2) psychic damage and have disadvantage on the next attack roll it makes before the end of its next turn]

[darlingng01]

[saving throw: 14+1 = 15]

My body shivers in pleasure as I experience such a devastating blow for the first time. My thighs rubbing together as a bright blush creeps onto my face. I struggle against the desire to give in and indulge in whatever this wolf woman has planned for me. But my will is stronger then their attacks, at least for now, and like any good sexually repressed cleric I redirect my frustration into wanting to hit things very, very hard.

[Alice]

The wolf tilts her head and flicks an ear..she looks at the bard irritated.. probably more for the high pitched nearly squeeky tones than any power in the insults..

Gwyn feels  hands rubbing along side of her body and smooth feminine voice. "this suits you.. Feels so much more real than a blustery champion don't you think?" A phantom hand pets down her tail and it feels very good.. She's almost calm for a moment before the pressure is gone and the world snaps back into focus the fight going all around the scared little rodent.

Oric is able to keep her footing and prevent herself from being knocked over.

[Roselli]

Gwen's eyes widen when she realized how high the voice is. Eep!

But then the comforting touch came and she forgot about the fear. She wanted to be the hero. It was hard to make it fit, but she could do it. Or so she used to this. Maybe the voice is right.

Then the fear crept back in.

[Ryuforce]

Duran was prepared this time for a wolfy attack. Blocking it's charge with a shield raised just in time. However she watched one wolf try to tackle Oric, biting her quite hard. "Hang in there Oric, I got you." She swings around to try to hit the wolf but with one on the shield the mace just strikes true...on empty air."Or.. Retiaria can help you.."

[Duran tries to smash Oric's wolf down...]
[Attack Roll: 1 + 5 = 6...]
[Damage Roll: 1 + 3 = 4 Piercing...]

[HP: 20/24] [HD: 1] [AC: 18 - 1] [Lay on Hands: 0]

[Spell Slots: 0 Uses / Divine Sense: 3 Uses]

Refit Required: - 1 AC and disadvantage on Dex based skills, saves, attack rolls. Resizing armor will fix this. Or probably shedding dem pounds.

Pleasantly Plump: -2 fitness penalty to Dexterity. -5 foot fitness penalty to movement. Gain benefits of the Tough Feat. Welp. Time to gen to love my awesome new pudgy pinkness!

[Alice]

The wolf girl knocks back her head and howls again as the large sharp claws she grew shrink back to normal wolfy claws... However her outline seems to blur as she goes after red! However even with addition of the flank she is unable to connect in two swings of her fists..

{Wolf girl no longer has combat disadvantage}

{Gwyn may make a save against the call of the prey.. and probably should be handing out bardic inspiration.. if not now when?|

(Lucious may now go)

[Roselli]

[Cha Save = 3+5=8. I'm bard, this shouldn't be this hard!]

"Oric crush them! You can do it!" She shouts giving Oric a Bardic Inspiration!

[Alice]

The voice returns, "It's so hard to be brave isn't it? Standing back.. Cheering behind the others.. That just feels more right.." A calming pleasant petting of the tail and a pat on the head are felt.. Before the shock of combat kicks back in and that horrible wolf woman is even closer now!

[Dichotomy]

Despite all of the truly fascinating things happening in my line of sight, I'm quite focused on whichever wolf is closest to my tree, and helping them to become less so.

I've really no idea just WHERE I am, I'm fairly certain I'm not where I intended to be, but... well I'm here now and I'll have to deal with that first.

So I take aim again, pointing at the nearest wolf or part-gnoll-thing, as applicable, and fire off another bolt.

((23 to hit, 7 damage on a hit))

[Alice]

The wolf girl yelps as she is stung by the shot.. She turns and makes a rude gesture at you..

(oric may go)

[darlingng01]

With the agility of these wolves causing trouble for my divine fire I'm forced to result to my most trusted fallback: a big rock on the end of a stick. I swing down on one of the wolves nearby, hoping to pay back the hit it just landed two-fold

[d20+1=13+1, adding bardic inspiration d6=3 totaling 17 to hit for d8+1 damage = 7+1 damage
17 to hit, 8 damage.]

[Alice]

The hammer falls and the wolf does not rise...

[Ordos]

Alright... things were going better. 

Two wolves down.  The one that was up hadn't exactly taken much damage, near as Naethra could tell.  (What did a wolf on the verge of crippling, submisive arousal look like, anyway?  Naethra really did not want to know...)  That said, a few people had flung attacks and spells at the big one, and...

Naethra winced.  She was pissed.  That damn wolf-thing had tried to do something to her, and very nearly succeeded, and the cute elf-bard was still half tree-rat.  It was... disconcerting, to be truthful, but it had taken a few hits and hadn't managed to take anyone down.  All things considered, this was looking like one of their better fights, even if they did go into it flat-footed and unprepared.  Maybe it was time to take down the alpha.

Naehtra steadied her feet, feeling the leaves of her hair rustle with the wind and movement.  She touched the font of fae-energy within her, channeled it through her focus, tempered by her wrath and spite, and threw it at the bitch that had made her feel so small and scared. 

(Casting Eldritch Blast: 19 (d20) + 5 (charisma and proficiency) = 24.  Damage = 1 + 3 + 1 = 5 Lightning Damage)