Always Ascending

[Alice]

The goblin with the axe stands up and unsteadily steps out of the grease next to Retaria who is the only one she can reach.. with a howl of fury she attacks!

(Retria takes 8 damage from the battleaxe swing)

The goblin is clearly unhinged but even in her fury she can't help but pose sexily, and it seems she has an undercurrent of calm even while the rage bubbles forth.

(it is now duran's turn)

[Ryuforce]

(Wisdom Save: 3 + 2 = 5 )

Duran raises her mace as she watches the dancer started to move towards her. Ready to strike, to attack this thing when it boldly gets close. All she has to do, is keep her eyes on her eyes. Yes that's a good idea. Keep an eye on her eyes and not those wiggly sexy hips. The ones that are bouncing left and right. Left and right. Huh... like a pendulum those sweet hips rock and she could swear the goblin said something to her. Something important. Right! She needs to hide! Hide really well in the back room. Yeah that's a great idea!

And thus without saying a word Duran started to walk towards the backroom they used toh ide before. Trying to think of the best way to hide. There wasn't any furniture she could slip behind so... maybe.. with those pills...

[Double Move to the back room]

[Prepared Spell Switch - Cure Wounds, Bless, Divine Favor, and Heroism]

[HP: 24/24] [HD: 2] [AC: 18 - 1] [Lay on Hands: 10]

[Spell Slots: 2 Uses / Divine Sense: 4 Uses]

[Suggestion: Hide.. Must Hide... Be the next queen of hiding!]

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

Pleasantly Plump: -2 Dexterity stat. -5 movement speed. Gain benefits of the Tough Feat.

[Ordos]

Naethra was crouched behind the counter, perched awkwardly as the opening seconds of the battle played out, her not-so-cunningly-planned ambush utterly disintegrating.  Red had fallen flat on her tail, Oric was doing... something.  What the hells was that dwarf thinking?  And Duran was just... walking away. 

The familiar fear bubbled within her.  This was bad.  Just once, she'd like a fight to not go to hell in the first second.  Everything looked like it was spiralling out of control, and with Oric and Duran both out of it, their ability to recover would be greatly hindered.  She bit her lip, or tried to; she ended up with a contorted frown as even that familiar comfort had vanished.  She had one idea...

She darted around the counter, rushing towards the goblins and stopping just at the edge of the oil-spill.  She tried to get within ten feet of the Dancer, the one Duran had been fixated on, but the others as well if she could, and the goblin weidling a great-weapon.  She was terrified, and desperately tried not to think of what happened last time she did this, or the last time she had used her borrowed magic near these goblins.  The instant she was within range, standing outside the grease-spill, she screamed.

She twisted her fear and anguish and frustration into an otherwordly howl, feeling the fae magic surge around her.  "Tremble, and despair," she howled in Sylvan, "your doom is upon you."

((Naethra casts Fey Presence, trying to fear each creature in a 10 foot cube.  Her ideal target is the dancer and her clones, then the other goblin, then avoiding other party members.  She has tried to position herself so that anyone feared will be forced to move or react into or on top of the grease spill.  They must make a wisdom save to resist.)) 

[Alice]

Naethra moves up carefully to catch the dancer without striking her allies this time. The dancer cowers back awed by the sudden seeming avatar of natures wrath, but duran continues to move under the suggestion of her hypnotic magic.

(it is now gwyn's turn)

[Roselli]

Gwyn looks at the chaos that has ensued in a very short amount of time. Red had already been hit hard and seems to have a rough start.
"Red, you can own these guys! Beat them up!" She shouts giving Red Bardic Inspiration
(Once within the next 10 minutes, Red can roll a 1d6 and add the number rolled to one ability check, attack roll, or saving throw it makes.)

That damned dancer. She was determined to do something about her this time.

She focused on the dancer and her forms hoping this would work. Sending a medley of whispers that just simply didn't have a beat or a rhythm that she could dance to. Notes that simply clashed and a was grating on her ears.

((Dancer needs to make a Wis Save or take 3d6 = 11 damage and run as far away as she can. On a save she takes half damage and doesn't have to run.
Also let me know if this is unable to target her and I'll take my chances with an arrow))

[Alice]

The noises cause the dancer to stumble briefly but she maintains her composure in the face of these awful noises.  Duran continues her search for the perfect hiding place seeing three barmaid uniforms freshly washed and laid out.

(it is now red's turn)

[Nihtgenga]

"Agh, fuck!"

Retiaria grimaced as the goblin's axe struck her. Damn, that hurt! Snarling, she swung her shield at her head- this was just a feint though, as her trident jabbed out at her abdomen at the same time.

[Hit: 15+4 = 19]
Damage: 6+4 = 10]

[Alice]

The goblin takes the strike with the trident and roars her defiance back into the Tiefling's face.

The face sitting duel continues the motions a blur.. clearly they are going faster than the rest if you.

[Lou's turn]

[Dichotomy]

I frown, this isn't going super well... what in the 27 and a half hells is that dwarf DOING?

Well, I had better offer what support I can ongoing, even if I'm far from a battlemage. I make a gesture and hurl a more of fire at the goblin attacking the tifling.

((19+2 so 21 to hit, 4 damage.))

[Alice]

The goblin with the axe takes a the fire bolt to the back, but her body barely quivers, she only has eyes for the tiefling at this point.

The dancing goblin steps back fearful of the big green plant.. but she tries to knock that fear down to size.. She blows three kisses as she spins forming three pink hearts that fly out and strike the plant girl one on each breast and a single magically empowered blown kiss right to the pussy..

(Naethra takes 11 damage)

The glow fades from around Oric. The cleric is panting, but still herself.. The goblin cleric on the other had has fared much more poorly now being a feralized girl no larger than a guinea pig. [see Orics character page for details]

(Oric takes 12 damage, Mace gobbo is down!)

The goblin with the ax roars and swings again Getting Retaria with another will crushing blow..

(6 damage

Duran, then Naethra's turn)

[Ryuforce]

[Move action]

Duran continues to walk as nobody can shake the dancer's focus apart. She opens the door and marches right into the familiar back that her friends hide in and right where the Goblin said to hide. She needs to hide. She MUST HIDE in here. "Hiding behind an object even the big dresser would be too obvious..." Duran muttered to herself in thought as she drawn out the pill Gavin as give her, looking all about until she found what she was looking for. Opening the dresser if that's what it takes to find the bar maiden's outfits and more importantly where their shoes are. "Perfect." She says as she slips the pill closer... and closer to her mouth. Right to her lips and...

[Action]

wait.

"Wait..." It dawns on her that she'll stick out as the bonus pair of shoes! She counts the outfits to make sure but still decides that if she really wants to hide so well the goblins could never find her, she picks up one set and throws it out the window. Unknowingly buying herself some time from making herself helpless.

[Action: Shoe Toss out the window.. does this need a roll?  Bah it gets a dex roll anyway. 11 - 2 = 9, 4 -2 = 2 ....
Well for the record I won't use this as another way to stall out another turn]

[Prepared Spell Switch - Cure Wounds, Bless, Divine Favor, and Heroism]

[HP: 24/24] [HD: 2] [AC: 18 - 1] [Lay on Hands: 10]

[Spell Slots: 2 Uses / Divine Sense: 4 Uses]

[Suggestion: Hide]

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

Pleasantly Plump: -2 Dexterity stat. -5 movement speed. Gain benefits of the Tough Feat.

[Ordos]

"Titania's perky ass!" Naethra cursed in Sylvan as she recovered from the Dancer's assault.

That felt... very good.  Really, really good, and her body wanted to feel more of it, but she yet had the presence of mind to force those thoughts away. 

She took a deep breath, raised her focus, and poured her borrowed magic into a lance of lightning aimed at the Dancer who struck her.

(15 + 2 + 5 = 20 to hit,  8 + 3 + 1(?) = 12-13 Lightning Damage (depending one whether or not sexy-time buff is still in effect))





6/17 health

[Alice]

(The sexy times buff is not currently in effect.)

The bolt of energy flys true striking her in the chest. THe two illusions next each take a bow before fading away into nothing as she looks down at her chest in disbelief. She looks up eyes glazing worship-fully at Naethra taking her hand and kissing her palms before fading in a golden light.

Duran finds the suggestion to hide to now be an odd one as she stands pill at her lips, she may now act normally.

(Gwyn's turn)

[Ryuforce]

Duran raises her mace as she watches the dancer started to move towards her. Ready to strike, to attack this thing when it boldly gets close. All she has to do, is keep her eyes on her eyes. Avoiding that dancing step and those swaying hips will likely help fight back whatever power she would try to have on the dragonborn. The goblin began to speak in a rather soft and giggly tone.

"You should go to the back and hide from us.. hide as well as you can..."

Duran blinked upon hearing this and just growled at the dancer. "What!? Of all the stupidest things I've heard... There is no way that I'm gonna leave my friends and..."

Duran blinked again as she stood in the back room. She at first just stared ahead towards the window where a pair of shoes have crashed onto the ground. Then she looked down at what was in front of her lips. Lowering that hand down to her side very slowly as she pieces together what actually happen. "Yaz's wit. I can't believe I almost fell for that." She muttered to herself, glad for one thing. No one can see how red faced this pink paladin is right now.

There still however is the clash of blows in the other room as Duran turned back to the door, realizing the fight is not over. Not yet. "Hang on everyone!" Duran tried to call out to let them know she's coming.

[Suggestion Broken!]

[Roselli]

Gwyn feels a little more relaxed seeing the dancer vanish.  With that threat gone she knows she can work on helping Retiaria from the axe goblin that keeps striking her.

She pulls her blade and decides to take the same path as Red her self and charge at the goblin, run up and jump off the table and bring her rapier stabbing down into the goblin.

(Crit! 20!)
(Damage 7+5+2=14)