lily vs protoberith

my roll 20 has been kinda glitched recently
roo i. (GM): sup. couldn't edit the sprite, alrigh. is the glitching too bad?
Lily Palmer: if i switch tabs and come back the map will be blank
but its eays to get rid off
of
just annoying
roo i. (GM): ok
so... where did we left off? its been a busy week
something something fight?
Lily Palmer: i think so
lily and berith duking it out
roo i. (GM): oh ok
so... roll initiative i guess
Lily Palmer: rolling 1d20+3
(4)+3= 7
roo i. (GM): rolling 1d20+5
(20)+5= 25
welp
Lily Palmer: (ok)
roo i. (GM): "have it your way then!" berith raises his lance and his horse inmediatelly begins heading your direction at a steady, almost smug pace
rolling 1d20+4 to hit with the side of the lance
(4)+4= 8
you easily manage to move away from the sweeping hit, the "crowd" goes wild, screaming insults all over the place
your turn
berith, still on his mount, retreats a small distance
Lily Palmer: miss
alright
ya fucking bitch
lets go then
I smack em with my guitar,
rolling 1d20+3
(20)+3= 23
roo i. (GM): do you go for berith or the horse?
Lily Palmer: Sure lets get him off his high horse first
roo i. (GM): you hit the horse, it inmediatelly explodes into ash and ember, berith stands up nochalantly, leveling the lance on you once again
"such manners" he says with a fairly angry voice
Lily Palmer: "yeah yeah whatever"
I claw at him
rolling 1d20+3
(3)+3= 6
roo i. (GM): your claws bounce uselessly off his armor
"are you done playing games?"
Lily Palmer: "nah not yet"
(end turn)
roo i. (GM): ok, you move over there
"well then"
berith lets out a guttural roar and you hear the catapults setting off in the distance
roll acrobatics
Lily Palmer: rolling 1d10+5
(3)+5= 8
(oops)
(lemme reroll that was a 10 not 20)
roo i. (GM): ok
:v
Lily Palmer: rolling 1d20+5
(2)+5= 7
(shit lol)
roo i. (GM): WELP
rolling 3d4 fire damage
(2+3+1)= 6
take 6 damage, the ball of fiery death crashes and you are too distracted on berith to avoid it
you can hear him chuckle
he moves to a more advantageous position, getting further away from you
your turn
roo i. (GM): you move out of the way of the flames and get closer to berith
Lily Palmer: I throw the 8 ball bomb at him.
roo i. (GM): thankfully you didn't decide to do something stupid and go over them
alright. since we are using maps. every bomb is a blast 1. the holy hand g. is 4x4
roll to hit i guess?
Lily Palmer: rolling 1d20+3
(1)+3= 4
WHY
roo i. (GM): the bomb doesn't even explode
you have no idea if that thing needed something else or whatever
Lily Palmer: I fucking alchemized a dude. Great.
roo i. (GM): end turn i guess?
Lily Palmer: end turn :s
roo i. (GM): (psst. since that damn thing costed a fair buck, you can pick it up again for a minor action if you go to the same square.
berith walks with swagger to your position and tries sweeping the lance at you again
rolling 1d20+4
(17)+4= 21
rolling 2d6+2 damage
(3+2)+2= 7
the strenght of the blow pushes you back. you find yourself somewhat breathless. but berith, the oh so honorable duelist, allows your recovery
your turn
Lily Palmer: even if hes fair, hes still kind of a smug prick
I take a whack at him with my guitar.
rolling 1d20+3
(18)+3= 21
roo i. (GM): it hits
Lily Palmer: rolling 3d8+3
(6+7+1)+3= 17
roo i. (GM): your blow shakes him a bit, he looks sufficiently angered at your strenght
.... you cant wait to sink your teeth on him
end turn?
poke?
Lily Palmer: (sorry i was reading the hunger stuff)
I strike at him with my claws again.
rolling 1d20+3
(9)+3= 12
roo i. (GM): you realize the crowd around has gone somewhat quiet... they are muttering amongst themselves
your claws cant seem to get through the thick metallic plate
i guess that's it for your turn unless you wanna move
Lily Palmer: turn
roo i. (GM): berith moves over, near to the beaten up path.
"SHIELD" he screams, raising a hand, from the legions behind, a small round shield is thrown, he instinctively catches
"WHOEVER DECIDED THIS WAS ACCEPTABLE IS GOING TO BE BEHEADED
your turn
Lily Palmer: I charge my mangrit.
roo i. (GM): alright
you prepare for delivering the next blow, you can almost feel the energy flowing through your upper body
you approach berith. he almost jokingly holds the shield forward, a huge grin plastered on his face
Lily Palmer: I use my magic eyes to inspect his armor and shield.
roo i. (GM): roll occult
Lily Palmer: rolling 1d20+10
(16)+10= 26
roo i. (GM): you dont sense any kind of magic in them.... just a wooden shield, thin as cardboard, and ornate armor
most likely as thick as a safe
due to just being seeing. this is a free action
Lily Palmer: end turn
roo i. (GM): no clawys? ok
berith hits you with the shield, out of spite
rolling 1d20+3
(3)+3= 6
the damn thing harmlessly breaks and the crowd goes wild, once again everyone is screaming.
"SILENCE" everyone shuts the hell up
roo i. (GM): your turn
Lily Palmer: I run up and feint a swing at his head, and instead aim for his legs.
roo i. (GM): alright roll for it
Lily Palmer: (turn 5 right?)
roo i. (GM): yup. 5 hunger, turn 5 72 hp
Lily Palmer: rolling 1d20+4
(17)+4= 21
roo i. (GM): fuck it ill allow it
your hit impacts against his greaves, knocking him down into the ground with a huge cloud of dust
Lily Palmer: (roll for damage too?)
roo i. (GM): you hear him growl. some soldiers in the distance yell as well
yeah
Lily Palmer: rolling 3d10+5
(3+3+1)+5= 12
roo i. (GM): you added mangrit?
Lily Palmer: ...yep ;_;
roo i. (GM): its +2 sizes
not +1
d12s
Lily Palmer: oh
OH
FUCK
reroll?
roo i. (GM): yup
Lily Palmer: rolling 3d12+5
(11+5+8)+5= 29
roo i. (GM): to add injury to insult, you do an overhead swing as soon as he falls (purely cosmetical) you see part of the metallic plate around his chest caving in
canned food
end turn?
Lily Palmer: I use my claws to dig into him.
rolling 1d20+4
(16)+4= 20
rolling 1d8+5
(5)+5= 10
roo i. (GM): you somehow manage to make a set of deep gouges in the metal. berith looks heavily displeased and in pain
Lily Palmer: end turn
roo i. (GM): berith is looking pretty beaten up right there.
he uses his lance as support for standing up. (half movement action)
"you... you... YOU!" he stabs in your direction with that oversized lance
rolling 1d20+5
(7)+5= 12
you easily avoid it.
berith is losing his patience. he feints to your side and repositions, clearly disgusted at the current outcome of the duel
roo i. (GM): your turn
turn 6: current hunger: 6
Lily Palmer: "youre smelling pretty tasty"
I consume.
roo i. (GM): "big words for a-- AUGH" roll for it
Lily Palmer: (whats the roll, str?)
roo i. (GM): yup
>range: melee, str based, advantage against bloodied or prone target
Lily Palmer: rolling 1d20+5
(13)+5= 18
rolling 1d20+5
(9)+5= 14
roo i. (GM): hits
Lily Palmer: rolling 2d6+7
(6+5)+7= 18
roo i. (GM): you bite into berith's exposed face, he flails wildly for a few seconds as he tries to get you away from him. you take a whole chunk of his face, beard included
tastes like royalty, fire and gold.
unsurprisingly, his wounds do not bleed
hunger recuced by 18, 9 hp recovered
Lily Palmer: for good measure, i claw at him as well.
roo i. (GM): "YOU BITCH, ILL HAVE YOU HANGED, GUTTED, SKINNED!" berith breaks into a string of old fashioned threats as he holds the missing side of his face
go for it
Lily Palmer: rolling 1d20+5
(3)+5= 8
roo i. (GM): you cant seem to be able to go full "metal shredder" again with your claws. awww dang
Lily Palmer: Must be because im so full.
"I'd prefer it if my dinner would keep its trap shut"
end turn
roo i. (GM): "i would prefer if my victims would just die"
berith whistles. and in less than a hearbeat, another nightmare appears for him to ride
berith has a horse again, oh boy
he trots away, and turns to face you
your turn
Lily Palmer: I pick up the 8 ball bomb again for my minor and make my way towards him
And I guess end my turn.
roo i. (GM): sure
berith charges in your direction. lance poised to strike sideways
rolling 2#1d20+4
2= 2
whoops. wrong syntax
rolling 1d20+4
(11)+4= 15
rolling 1d20+4
(1)+4= 5
roo i. (GM): none of those hit right?
Lily Palmer: uhh
roo i. (GM): you duck out of the way easily enough. you hear some "WOOOHs" in the distance amongst the soldiers. guess you're putting up a good show
Lily Palmer: well my ac plus dex is 13, and plus star diver is 16
so i guess not
roo i. (GM): your turn
turn 7
you approach berith and his horse
Lily Palmer: I swing at the horse with my guitar.
rolling 1d20+6
(2)+6= 8
(WHY)
roo i. (GM): the guitar somehow goes through the nightmare
Lily Palmer: Maybe my claw will be more substantial.
rolling 1d20+6
(17)+6= 23
roo i. (GM): roll damage
Lily Palmer: rolling 1d8+7
(3)+7= 10
roo i. (GM): HORSE NOISES
"keep trying, there's more where this steed came from"
Lily Palmer: "but theres only one of you"
roo i. (GM): growl
end turn i guess?
Lily Palmer: end turn
roo i. (GM): berith does an u turn to slam into you and hopefully trample you
rolling 1d20+5
(14)+5= 19
rolling 2d6+3
(4+3)+3= 10
you fly through the air and into the ball of flames. the crowd cheers
such a glorious set up, even thought it was accidental
rolling 1d6+2 fire damage
(1)+2= 3
roo i. (GM): 13 damage total
your turn
turn 8
Lily Palmer: I get back up out of the flames and charge at him with my claws splayed, aiming at his horse.
rolling 1d20+6
(6)+6= 12
roo i. (GM): yeah. hit
Lily Palmer: rolling 1d8+9
(2)+9= 11
roo i. (GM): the horse once again explodes into ash and embers. berith falls into a semi crouched position. his lance turns into a greatsword.
Lily Palmer: I charge my mangrit.
roo i. (GM): alright
end turn?
Lily Palmer: end turn
roo i. (GM): berith takes the twohander and swings twice in quick succession
rolling 2d20+3
(3+7)+3= 13
(3 and 7) your almost supernatural reflexes let you avoid the incoming steel.
the sword turns back into a lance
"WHY WONT YOU DIE YOU WHORE?!"
your turn
Lily Palmer: "you arent the first to say that to me"
I swing at him.
rolling 1d20+3
(7)+3= 10
roo i. (GM): berith blocks the incoming hit with one of his huge metallic gauntlets
Lily Palmer: Shit, I attack him with my claw instead.
rolling 1d20+3
(7)+3= 10
wow ok
roo i. (GM): you make a really small dent on the armor berith doesn't even bother to answer
end turn?
Lily Palmer: end turn
roo i. (GM): berith's lance turns into a warhammer mid swing, a look of intense anger on berith's disfigured face
rolling 1d20+6
(6)+6= 12
you grab the fucking hammer stopping its momentum
you feel a badass-meter filling up, somewhere in your "might not be real" stats page
berith just walks away, he has a rageful defeated look in his face
roo i. (GM): your turn
Lily Palmer: Lets try this again.
I attack with my guitar.
rolling 1d20+3
(1)+3= 4
i give up
roo i. (GM): as in actual give up?
Lily Palmer: no
im being overdramatic
roo i. (GM): phew
Lily Palmer: and tired of dice fucking me
i will have revenge dice
roo i. (GM): yeah. been a long strife
end turn?
Lily Palmer: nah
i still have my minor
even if it isnt much
rolling 1d20+3
(14)+3= 17
roo i. (GM): it hits
Lily Palmer: rolling 1d8+3
(5)+3= 8
roo i. (GM): your claws dig into a leather straps and coverings, ripping away some exposed points around the armor
berith remains his composture, but you can tell he's on his last legs
"it didn't have to come to this"
"FIRE EVERYTHING"
rolling 1d6
(3)= 3
you just hear a measly 3 catapults firing in the distance
roo i. (GM): "WHAT IN HELL IS WRONG WITH ALL OF YOU. IS THIS HOW YOU SHOW YOUR STRENGHT TO BERITH? IS THIS HOW YOU YOU SERVE ME?"
roll acrobatics.
Lily Palmer: rolling 1d20+5
(11)+5= 16
roo i. (GM): "pick" a direction to move
Lily Palmer: Down
roo i. (GM): your turn
Lily Palmer: I attack with the guitar.
rolling 1d20+4
(15)+4= 19
roo i. (GM): oh bb
it hits
Lily Palmer: rolling 3d6+3
(3+1+3)+3= 10
(act like that was an 8 lol)
roo i. (GM): ...you... should reroll it
Lily Palmer: rolling 3d8+3
(8+7+2)+3= 20
roo i. (GM): berith is knocked back, and he falls to his knees
"al...right... you...you....
"you win.
all the fires go out and the legions around you start murmuring and whispering things. one by one they kneel
"you.... can leave now, you... win"
berith signals, and slowly, two corpselike servants haul a gigantic to the area
Lily Palmer: "i can leave now?"
"oh no no no"
"not without what i came here for"
I try taking another chunk of flesh out of him.
roo i. (GM): your hands sorta just faze through him
"you... want to kill me?"
Lily Palmer: "nah"
"i just want more of your magic"
roo i. (GM): "then be it so" berith walks over next to the chest. the legions close in on both of you
"come closer, you have won your prize"
"fire for forges, and flame for entire worlds"
berith puts his own hand down his throat and pulls out something that looks more like red hot coal
"for there are only 6 remaining, not too long to go. may the snakes and lord of the flies be less kind on you"
Lily Palmer: "thanks"
roo i. (GM): everything fades to black, you find yourself back on your land, chest next to you, berith's spear a ruined mess of gold. the area around it cracked and charred
"seek strenght. for you have my renewed favor, bard"
==STRIFE ENDED. ILL GIVE YOU YOUR REWARDS ON THE TEXT POST==
Lily Palmer: =SICK=