Age of The End (D&D 5E) (IC)

[D. Rex]

I think we can agree on skipping garunteed rolls in scripted events.

 

[TyranntX]

I think we can agree on skipping garunteed rolls in scripted events.

Fair enough

 

[Equusheart]

Nokomis looks around, still in utter shock at what was happening. Members of her party +she had been laughing with earlier were suddenly gone. In a numbed attempt to retaliate, Nokomis aimed her bow at the being that was attacking them.

Roll for attack with longbow:
1d20 + 4 = 18 1d8 +2

 

[TyranntX]

Nokomis looks around, still in utter shock at what was happening. Members of her party +she had been laughing with earlier were suddenly gone. In a numbed attempt to retaliate, Nokomis aimed her bow at the being that was attacking them.

Roll for attack with longbow:
1d20 + 4 = 18 1d8 +2

You missed Rotta, and he makes of an example out of you by Striking you down next with another bolt of lightening, you die as they did.

The underling Hell Knights make their move next, dropping out of combat and ransacking the town!

It's time for another legendary action from Rotta, as he summons a MASSIVE bolt of lightening about 200ft wide!

The remaining members of the party fade way in the flash of light...

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[Narration]

And thus, the Nameless party has fallen. Struck down by the very foe the vowed to defeat, a foe that will now once again bring hate and death to the world as he did 5,000 years ago. Though their time together was brief, the memories they had will live on in the afterlife. Waiting for the day for the next to begin, and maybe one day take back the world from evil. But now they die, fading into the black nothingness. Though they have no body, they can feel the cold grip around them. Though they cannot see, the can tell they are no more. Though they cannot feel, they know they are in shame. They had failed, simple as that. And they cannot do a thing about it. Those who survived the thunderous fury of Rotta will likely be imprisoned, enslaved, or worse killed. The Hell Knights are more than likely to revel in the carnage that is to ensue.

( D. Rex ) Troyk, you almost lost yourself to savagery. Nearly fell into the insanity that you fear so much, though even if you had given in to your primal urges, would it had made a difference? Would you really be able to take on a beast that even gods fear? A troop of soldiers with powers unlike those of typical mortal men? Oh Troyk... you of the Bend river pirates had your crew brutally slaughtered right in front of you. And now the same people of a different faction as taken your life too. And what of Evora? It seems she met the same grizzly fate as well. You were once feared all over the Great Bog, now you may never regain you lost infamy, you will never know vengeance of your fallen allies, you will never know redemption. No, instead you will rot in the street, the same streets you promised to meet someone for an exchange… but now not even that will be realized.

( Ilikepie ) Shalia, you set off to find your sister after not seeing her in years. But it seems that will be a reunion that can only be made in the afterlife. You never did get a handle on your magic, nor did you ever surpass your sister. You, will never see her again. You will never know her embrace, or the embrace of others ever again. It would seem that even the test of life, is something you have failed at. So here you will be, struck down dead by a monster of the likes the world has never seen since 5000 years ago. To make matters worse, you will never know real love… only a fling or two with a hand full of women you have met along the way. Maybe in the afterlife, you will find the love you are looking for... and maybe even your sister too.

( Sherwood ) Beorin, in a few moments you will be with Gagail. But will the King of gods really welcome you into his kingdom? When you failed to protect the innocent? When you have killed innocent? This could have been your chance to redeem yourself, and you blew it. If you do rise to heaven, it will not be out of glory… No, it will be out of pity. Pity that you have been slain by a foe even the ascended could not hope to defeat. You may be allowed to walk before the light of the father of gods, but that does not mean you deserve it for how you came to be there. Nor will it mean you will be seen and honored as a hero.

( Psychie ) Athaclenna, you too will be joined by your god very soon. But you too feel ashamed that you could not protect the innocent from Rotta’s wrathful storm. You pray to a goddess of life and birth, and you failed to preserve both in this encounter. Though you did have a vision of adventure, you could not foresee your own demise. Death will take either way, drag you to the heavens if need be. And there you can hope to heal the scars of your shame.

( Felis ) Diella, in the end it was indeed a storm to bring your life to its end. But not a storm of rain, but of demonic lightening. Nature could not save you from this horror, and you will never return to the sands of your homeland. You set off to learn more about the world, but sadly you perished before you could learn the secrets it held. Live is never easy, and Nature is never fair, but this? This is Cruel even for fate.

( Pumpkin Spice Cyanide ) Evora, you likely had the least fair life out of anyone here to die. You were born a slave, and you died a slave. All you wanted to do is do your master proud, but even then you flunked your every task at every turn. Maybe next time, if there is a next life, you will be given a better chance to succeed. But for now, you belong here, in the blackness of death. Letting its cold grip bind all around you. It would seem that only in death, have you found freedom.

( Equusheart ) Nokomis, you never did get the chance to meet your father… and now you never will. As a half-breed, you were always seen as different. Too Human to be an elf, but too Elven to be human. Your ambitious, whatever they would be, will never see light. You are dead now, but at least you too will be joined by Saiama. You can rest in her garden and know peace, maybe in death you will meet your father? But now, the time to die is upon you.

( DuckPrince ) Kalvienne, you too will never know the embrace of love... But not of a woman, but of a man. You will not see your owl again, and you will never know what the rest of the world be like, And what of your brother? You hardly got the chance to know them! And now you never will. So you too will simply fall to the black, forgotten to time and lost to history. And you will never know if Xai the Destroyer will eve accept you into the afterlife. Even if you only let him into your heart sardonically.

( Chuckles ) ( FactionParadox ) ( ShadSmithGayDemon ) Hopsek, Romana, Phanto, your adventure ended before it could even begin! But that still did not stop you from trying to do good, however it did not matter either way… you still died… and now the hell knights will continue their rampage.

As your bodies fall deeper and deeper into the nothingness of death. something halts you... ceases your decent, as if catching you. and a glimmer of light shines off above you. A Voice speaks out. "Your time does not have to end here, children... Come... Rise to my light... Show us that you are not ready to die today." It echoes through the deadness, as you slowly start to be lifted to the light! then the darkness sets back in, but you can feel the weight of your body again! The cold is gone, you can breathe, you can feel, you can hear! but it's still dark? like you are asleep... and you hear more voices... is that? Cheering?

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Chapter Results

Evora was the most useless
Vrail was the most Foolish
Troyk was the most Brave
Beorin was the most Cowardly

All players., "Lightening Rod" (Achievement) - Encounter Rotta and make him use less than 6 Lightening attacks to wipe out the party
D. Rex , "How the hell did you do that?" (Achievement) - Summon Rotta early.
Equusheart , "Lucky Warper" - (Title) - Use A World spire to go to your destination without stating it aloud (you gain advantage to warp from now on every time you do that)

All Players, raise 1 level. (YOU MUST USE THIS LEVEL TO MULTI-CLASS INTO "???", this will be given it's real name later in chapter 2.)

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Chapter 2 : Ascend
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[Narration]

The nameless party has been restored, yet they lay seemingly unconscious on the ground in a mysterious and unknown place. Though the sounds of voices seems to be waking them up, maybe? (anyone who would like to, make a CON save to wake up)

 

[FactionParadox]

CON Save (+4 Mod)
(Total 21)

 

[TyranntX]

CON Save (+4 Mod)
(Total 21)

You have awoken, and are standing in the middle of an arena of some kind (almost Roman Coliseum in design, but WAY bigger), the stands are filled with what seem to be people and they seem to be in state of applause from you waking up. There are 11 other people around you, and the ground is almost cloud-like in appearance.

 

[FactionParadox]

The lightning shot through Romana, even with her resistance to it, the intense electricity fried her muscles, burnt her blood. She wasn't in any pain but she felt very numb. Collapsing to the ground, her spirit left her body as her life flashed through her eyes, her memories a movie... This couldn't be where it ended. Romana didn't want to die, but... She might see Diana again. That memory hit her hard, a blinding light that overwhelmed her senses.

"Leave it, Diana! Let Dad get it, he can swim!" Romana begged Diana, the middle child of the Astarion Family as she tried to reach for the ball they were playing with. A simple farmer, her father had worked near the water all his life. "But I can nearly reach it!" Diana replied, the muddy riverbank giving way as the small girl fell into the inky black water, her woollen clothes soaking with water quickly. "DIANA! Grab onto something!" The 8 year old begged, extending a large branch to her little sister, her hand or head temporarily bobbing up above the water for air as she was rapidly washed downstream, Romana calling for help as she ran along the riverbank, but it was too late.

By the time they got Diana from the river, she had long since drowned. She was supposed to look after her, but now she was gone. It was just her and Luna as she held the small toddler to her chest, promising to look after her the best she could. She wondered if her parents still blamed her. Romana wondered if she'd ever stop blaming herself.

Years passed, she turned from child to woman as she became a nurse, she didn't want anyone else to suffer like she had suffered. She wanted to save people, but it was then she met him... Her husband, Ashani... An Elven Archer, compared to the farmers and blacksmiths back home, he seemed positively exotic and everything was fine at first, until he started drinking more and more.

"You stupid woman!" Ashani snapped, his long blonde hair whipping across his face as he dabbed at this soaked tunic, Romana having accidentally spilled soup on it. "I-I'm so so- Romana was interrupted as her husband slapped her harshly across the face, making her cry out as one cheek went as red as her hait. "If you weren't such a clumsy bitch this wouldn't have happened! I'm going to the tavern, clear this mess up." He snapped, knocking the large bowl of soup onto the floor.

It just got worse after that. The slaps turned into punching and kicking, but he'd always apologise and like a fool, she'd accept it. His lies of changing, his lies of doing better by her. The lies she told to her colleagues about falling over and banging into things, catching her crying in dark corners. The badly applied makeup to hide yet another black eye or busted lip. It only ended that night.

"Get away, keep away from me you bastard! I won't let you hit me again!" Romana screamed, having reached the tipping point as her husband towered over her, his fist raised when it happened. She had to make him stop, but why did she have to grab that? Before she quite knew what had happened, Ashani was on the floor, blood trickling out of his mouth and her father's rapier stuck out of his chest. She'd plunged it right through his heart and killed him instantly... For her, it was self-defense. The town guard would never see it like that, she'd be hung for murder. The fear nearly tore her sanity apart, but from deep inside, magic surged as Xai chose her, made the once timid nurse his L'Cie. Her mind filled with images she couldn't understand, according to the legends, this was her Focus. The God of Destruction had given her a mission to complete, and completing that mission sounded better than awaiting execution in a jail cell. Thunder crashed in her ear and she saw a figure standing before her, tall and proud. A man of armour wielding two swords. "W-Who are you..." Romana begged, a little frightened but she knew this being wouldn't harm her. "I am the Eidolon, Odin. You have awoken me from your heart with your Magic, Romana Astarion. I shall be by your side, your constant companion. Now run, I shall guide you to freedom." The armored entity stated, vanishing as quickly as it came.

Plucking the rapier from her husband's body, she sheathed the weapon and ran, determined to begin anew. She didn't understand any of this, but it's not like she had a choice anymore. She would complete her Focus and find some peace. She was tired of being a victim, she would fight.

Her descent into the abyss was halted as she heard a voice. "I won't... I won't let it end here. My journey is not complete, my Focus unfulfilled. I know not what you are, Graat Spirit, but I beg you. I do not wish to die this night!" Romana called out, extending her hand forwards.

Climbing to her feet, Romana dusted herself off and put her sword away, seeing the eleven others she didn't quite recognize. But if the Great Spirit had chosen them too, then Romana would call them allies. Rushing over to Beorin on account of him being closest, she shook the blonde. "Please, awaken! I know we haven't met, but I don't want to be alone." The redheaded L'Cie stated.

Sherwood TyranntX

 

[Ilikepie]

Con Save +4

15+4 = 19

 

[Felis]

CON save: 13+3=16

 

[DuckPrince]

Constitution save
12 it is (+0)

 

[D. Rex]

Con save
15

 

[Equusheart]

Constitution save

 

[dr xenon]

Con save +5 = 20

 

[dr xenon]

Pushing off the ground to his feet, Vrail shakes his head to clear the lingering smell of his own charred flesh from his memory. He spun around - taking in his surroundings and looking for enemies.

This place ... what is this place? he thought

ooc: history or religion check?

 

[Sherwood]

Con Save +3

 

[TyranntX]

for those of you who rolled higher than a 2 (yes it's that easy since there's a shit ton of noise), you have awoken, and you see that you are in the middle of a Coliseum-esk arena. One that is filled to the brim with people cheering for... you apparently.

dr xenon You can make either or

 

[Sherwood]

Beorin sits up, trying to shake the nightmare images of his new friends getting killed by the force of the lightning strikes from the Hell Knights, along with his own death. My own death? Am I dreaming all of this? Or is this truly what the afterlife looks like? He stands up slowly, looking around, then down at his own body to see if there is any sign of the wounds that he took before getting blasted, then searching for his weapon. If this is an arena, it may involve a fight.

 

[TyranntX]

Beorin sits up, trying to shake the nightmare images of his new friends getting killed by the force of the lightning strikes from the Hell Knights, along with his own death. My own death? Am I dreaming all of this? Or is this truly what the afterlife looks like? He stands up slowly, looking around, then down at his own body to see if there is any sign of the wounds that he took before getting blasted, then searching for his weapon. If this is an arena, it may involve a fight.

When you inspect yourself you notice all your wounds are healed, and you have all the gear you had before you died... or was that a dream? either way, you and your friends still have your weapons... But it would also seem that you and everyone else has a halo above their heads? That wasn't there before

 

[DuckPrince]

Kalvienne rolled over onto his back with a groan, before memories rushed back and he stood with a start and a stumble. His owl.. his brother too. He looked around in distress, taking in the sight of the other waking party members. "What is this?" He asked, tail lashing in clear distress.

 

[Psychie]

Con Save for Athaclenna +4

Sitting up, the elf shakes her head to clear the images that were there a moment ago. Looking around, she lets out a sigh. I have failed, and now I'm facing some sort of judgement in an arena.

 

[D. Rex]

Toryk gets up. Standing up tall and looking around. People cheering. Strange arena. "We are dead. This is the afterlife." He said. Though even he doesn't know if he is talking in disbelief or acceptance. The gnoll always did prefer living in the moment. But can you live in the moment if you are dead.

"ARE WE TO FIGHT?" He ask with voice raised, drawing his Pistol. Still there. A small comfort. But this was some sort of arena... and arenas meant fights, right? Noticing the others he looked around. "EVORA! EVORA ARE YOU HERE?"

 

[Ilikepie]

Shalia wakes slowly confused about what is happening at the moment. She remembers watching Evora getting killed attempting to escape on the carriage and the some the others of her group getting killed before she felt herself getting killed in an instant before she she had any time to even attempt to fight back against those hell knights. She thinks about how helpless she was in that battle and how she will never find love or her sister. "Celia, I'm sorry sis, but I couldn't find you and I couldn't be the great hero that we dreamed of becoming one day". Shalia pulls out a gold colored wooden whistle and hugs it as tears start pouring from her eyes.

 

[dr xenon]

Vrail searches his memories for anything that might clue him in to this odd place.

ooC: History , +3, Advantage = 11

 

[Equusheart]

Nokomis looked around her in shocked confusion. What was happening? Where... where was she? She had died.... hadn't she? She heard Toryk calling out Evora's name and something inside her twisted. Had... had they not been friends? Was all of that no more than some dream? She thought about the pastries she had bought for them to share, left uneaten on the Sky Shark. Slowly, Nokomis rose to her feet and looked around the arena.

 

[TyranntX]

Vrail searches his memories for anything that might clue him in to this odd place.

ooC: History , +3, Advantage = 11

You've never been here before, So you wouldn't have a clue what this place is.