[ boy, this is hateful. taair's up and onto the shore, immediately reaching for the others to make sure everyone is up and about and out of the water. the map can wait - his precious friends are so much more important, and once everyone's out, he finally exhales out, leaning back against the stinky sake door.
WE HAVE NO MEDICAL SUPPLIES but he cuts off a piece of cloth from something he's wearing to use if necessary, and will definitely want to look of everyone's injuries if possible!! but he sets his hand on our near drowning twunks, rubbing backs if anyone needs to hack up water, and breathes out. ]
Is everyone alright? [ it's a fine distraction from the tiny child's skull that feels like its boring a hole in his head. it makes his heart ache. ]
[ Adolphe glances at the skulls, but quickly looks away. He tries to regain steady breathing, but it's rough out there. There's a lot of coughing and straining his body to cough just makes him bleed more. Cool. But it's fine... his stupid endurance stat is still here. ]
... 'm fine.
[ He'll get in the way of letting them keep seeing the skulls and try to squeeze water out of his things while at it. ]
[ wheeze hacks pathetically. he might have survived the almost drowning but my mans looking like a drowned dog for the efforts. shakes like one too, rip. ignore the fact he's probably also resembling a bleeding pin cushion after all that banging too, oogh ]
Not dead yet.
[ but he's eyeballing richie when he says it. is your ankle still attached? do we need to carry your corpse? or is the power of lil richie powerful enough to keep you going? ]
[no actually he lost his whole leg as well. He is down to two limbs, this is now a fear and hunger cyoa.
Actually he's fine, just coughing up so much water and appreciating Taair's attempts to help him clear his lungs out. After hocking up a rather juicy splatter of water:]
Anybody want a drink?
[He's got more where that came from.
It's a piss poor distraction from the accusing glares of the skulls. He has a hard time looking away from them. Tiny children. Mothers too, no doubt. It's enough to make a grown man cry. Richie shudders, rising on all fours. His ankle feels fine so far, theoretically the bite won't be that bad.]
I'm still kicking, sure. I think I lost one or two of my little gadget, but I should be able to finagle most locks without. [Richie swipes his wet hair out of his face, squinting around.] This a drink cellar? What's that rotten smell?
[ NOT THE FUNGER CYOA quick someone start doing drugs and blood magic
anyway. once adolphe and hawke both seem a little more stable, taair gives adolphe a small, grateful smile for getting in the way of the skull, and then flits to attend to the other three, too. everyone gets their booboos wiped.
though - richie talking makes him remember, and he pats around in his pockets, pulls out the map, and looks... so sad... it is so waterlogged..... ]
...Oh... [ :( ] I'll have to draw another one when we get out...
I'm alright, but the map, not so much. [ as he will show the others. ] I think I've the route memorized, at least... what a shame, though.
[ He gets up, ignoring his own injuries and tries to open the wooden door. Is he successful? Is it locked? What is the light... take him to the light. ]
Aaah, that's a shame. At least we know the way in, yeah?
[And nothing bad will happen to Taair in the castle that will make them lose their navigator!
Richie will follow Adolphe's lead though, stretching as he rises and bemoaning the way his spine cracks. He's getting too old for this. Maybe the money from this job could serve as a decent retirement fund. Or get him set up doing something else. Edging towards 40 in the mercenary business is no walk in the park.
Looking at the door while Hawke scopes out the place. If Adolphe can't open it normally he'll tackle it with his little kit and tricks.]
[Adolphe can try the door! It is unlocked and swings open easily.
Perhaps a little too easily, actually. He catches a glimpse of a large, open room with a corridor to the left and a staircase to the right, just in time for an armored guard to start coming out of the corridor.
The guard has not seen them, but that may change if they do not think fast. Adolphe is still holding the door open.]
uh. well. hmm. taair's about tell hawke NOT to put rotted sake on his injuries, what the fuck, but hearing the sound of armor moving is enough to get his attention. he immediately puts his hand over hawke's mouth before anything, and scoots them both to the side of the door and out of the immediate line of sight, because taair is SO good at running away.
he looks between richie and adolphe where he is settled, practically holding his breath and willing the guard to turn around and not come down this hall. don't go running out to fight him don't go running out to fight him don't go running out to fight him let him pass let him pass let him pass ]
[ Adolphe is usually not a stealth attacker, but he attempts to hide in a blind spot to try and launch a surprise attack on the guard (12). At least he's quiet about it? He is so ready to cut this guard down, his hand gripping the handle of his katana.
[sometimes you're full of bad life choices? honestly, this is probably why he keeps the others around because it increases his life expectancy by 500%
the oncoming footsteps prevent him from complaining too badly but I'm so sorry taair he does lick your hand. he immediately makes a face because the icky water absolutely doesn't taste good probably. get poison'd idiod ]
[ooooh we're sneak attacking are we? Richie will follow suit.
plabby 📻 russia toaster Request: [1d20] Roll: [17] Result: 17
Ready to also murk this bitch with his katana. Two-pronged attack, nearly drowned twunks on the rebound seeking reparations in the form of Your Death.]
[Hawke's mouth now tastes distinctly of salty corpse water. Enjoy!
Anyway, with a perception check of 6 and a 12, this guard is fucking blind and does not notice either of these bitches coming for his ass! Damn! Hiding behind a few columns, Adolphe and Richie are basically invisible. They watch the guard take a couple steps further into the room, heading in direction of the staircase...
[ HAWKE WHY!!! he pulls his hand back and gives him the most despairing look of desperation there ever was, wiping his hand off on hawke's arm and mouthing: ]
[ Adolphe is so focused on killing this guard that he doesn't notice Hawke and Taair being... whatever is happening right now over there.
Anyway. It's simple, really. Adolphe doesn't hesitate to try and slice the guard's neck open with the katana. He'll have the backup wakizashi to try and stab the head if that doesn't work, but that's merely a backup. ]
[And Richie will be flanking the guy from the other side, if Adolphe fails to strike true. Katana is out and will to kill is high, keeping it silent and light of foot. He'll go for the gut, stabbing through the slender gaps of the armor that permit movement.]
[Adolphe and Richie are so cool! Uwah!! With the combination of slitting this poor dude's throat and stabbing him through the gut, the guard goes down in seconds. He only has enough time to react with a wet, startled gasp and a gurgle. Choking on his own blood, he falls forward and crumples on top of Adolphe, leaving a bloody smear all over his armor.
Unfortunately, Adolphe and Richie were so cool they forgot to do a quick perception check before going for the kill. There is another guard posted halfway up the stairs, and he is understandably alarmed about watching his friend get gutted right in front of him!
With a startled yell, the guard makes a mad dash towards a long rope connected to a bell at the very top of the stairs. Wuh-oh, sisters. Looks like somebody's trying to sound the alarms.]
well, okay, in the chaos, taair releases hawke and hurries out from behind the room, taking a quick assessment of the situation. he's only halfway up the stairs? taair's not the brawn of the group literally ever, but you know what he is? he's a strategist.
he takes three steps out into the hallway, grabs his wakizashi, and with a quick whip of his wrist sends it like a falcon flying outwards towards the other guard - with a [13] i doubt it can be a kill shot, but he'd be happy to just hit him in the back of the knees or the leg, anything to make him fall backwards and back down the stairs. ]
[ Adolphe has never really depended on Taair to land kills. His skills are better elsewhere. However, every single one of them in the group is good at something useful, and they excel at it. I will not name them. That's your job, everyone.
Anyway, he makes a gamble to proceed with a follow up attack after Taair sends the sword flying at the guard by making a huge upper diagonal arc of a swing of his katana. (13) ]
Hawke will just be using his hawk eyes to watch this happen. y'all have fun, now! four guys vs one guard with shit luck feels like overkill anyway.
he will, at least attempt to keep a lookout for anything else happening but idk with that 5 he might just miss a wholeass demon tapdancing in front of him ]
Anyway hawke can watch. I bet he likes that. Richie sees both his buds throw blades and ordinarily he would leave them to it, two projectile shots are enough. But he senses something waiting beyond...something milfy...
Richie will throw his wakizashi as well (18), before pulling out his katana and wiping it clean on this dead guy's pants.]
With twin rolls of 13, Taair and Adolphe manage to do some damage! Taair's wakizashi embeds itself in the back of the guard's calf, forcing them to crumple down on one knee. Adolphe's katana skims past the guard's side, leaving a nasty slash on his forearm.
And then Richie comes in with a fucking 18 and nails the guy right through the head with his wakizashi. The guard falls backward and ragdolls all the way down to the first floor, leaving a bloody smear on the stairs, before landing face first on the ground. Richie and Taair may retrieve their weapons from the corpse. Adolphe's katana is now somewhere up the stairs.]
[ this, always, without fail, makes taair's stomach churn. he winces a little when the man hits the ground - it doesn't matter how many times he's done this, it's just not in his nature - and he shakes his head a little to himself, mentally saying a prayer for the fallen soul, and trying to remember the horrors of the basement down below.
thankfully, he does a decent job of hiding this - instead, he sighs and looks to the other three to make sure everyone's alright, then goes to fetch his wakizashi. carefully, though - looking up the stairs to ensure there's nothing coming.
his voice is soft when he speaks, as he pulls the blade free and wipes it off, slides it into its usual place on his belt, and runs his thumb over the lucky feather on the top. ]
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WE HAVE NO MEDICAL SUPPLIES but he cuts off a piece of cloth from something he's wearing to use if necessary, and will definitely want to look of everyone's injuries if possible!! but he sets his hand on our near drowning twunks, rubbing backs if anyone needs to hack up water, and breathes out. ]
Is everyone alright? [ it's a fine distraction from the tiny child's skull that feels like its boring a hole in his head. it makes his heart ache. ]
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... 'm fine.
[ He'll get in the way of letting them keep seeing the skulls and try to squeeze water out of his things while at it. ]
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Not dead yet.
[ but he's eyeballing richie when he says it. is your ankle still attached? do we need to carry your corpse? or is the power of lil richie powerful enough to keep you going? ]
Still with us?
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Actually he's fine, just coughing up so much water and appreciating Taair's attempts to help him clear his lungs out. After hocking up a rather juicy splatter of water:]
Anybody want a drink?
[He's got more where that came from.
It's a piss poor distraction from the accusing glares of the skulls. He has a hard time looking away from them. Tiny children. Mothers too, no doubt. It's enough to make a grown man cry. Richie shudders, rising on all fours. His ankle feels fine so far, theoretically the bite won't be that bad.]
I'm still kicking, sure. I think I lost one or two of my little gadget, but I should be able to finagle most locks without. [Richie swipes his wet hair out of his face, squinting around.] This a drink cellar? What's that rotten smell?
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anyway. once adolphe and hawke both seem a little more stable, taair gives adolphe a small, grateful smile for getting in the way of the skull, and then flits to attend to the other three, too. everyone gets their booboos wiped.
though - richie talking makes him remember, and he pats around in his pockets, pulls out the map, and looks... so sad... it is so waterlogged..... ]
...Oh... [ :( ] I'll have to draw another one when we get out...
I'm alright, but the map, not so much. [ as he will show the others. ] I think I've the route memorized, at least... what a shame, though.
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One way to find out.
[ He gets up, ignoring his own injuries and tries to open the wooden door. Is he successful? Is it locked? What is the light... take him to the light. ]
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Seems like alcohol left to rot. Think we could use it anyway?
[ poking his own wounds. we don't need a second round of screeching but hawke 'itchy fingers` mchawke will take whatever looks useful ]
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[And nothing bad will happen to Taair in the castle that will make them lose their navigator!
Richie will follow Adolphe's lead though, stretching as he rises and bemoaning the way his spine cracks. He's getting too old for this. Maybe the money from this job could serve as a decent retirement fund. Or get him set up doing something else. Edging towards 40 in the mercenary business is no walk in the park.
Looking at the door while Hawke scopes out the place. If Adolphe can't open it normally he'll tackle it with his little kit and tricks.]
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Perhaps a little too easily, actually. He catches a glimpse of a large, open room with a corridor to the left and a staircase to the right, just in time for an armored guard to start coming out of the corridor.
The guard has not seen them, but that may change if they do not think fast. Adolphe is still holding the door open.]
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uh. well. hmm. taair's about tell hawke NOT to put rotted sake on his injuries, what the fuck, but hearing the sound of armor moving is enough to get his attention. he immediately puts his hand over hawke's mouth before anything, and scoots them both to the side of the door and out of the immediate line of sight, because taair is SO good at running away.
he looks between richie and adolphe where he is settled, practically holding his breath and willing the guard to turn around and not come down this hall. don't go running out to fight him don't go running out to fight him don't go running out to fight him let him pass let him pass let him pass ]
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map for ref ]
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the oncoming footsteps prevent him from complaining too badly but I'm so sorry taair he does lick your hand. he immediately makes a face because the icky water absolutely doesn't taste good probably. get poison'd idiod ]
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plabby 📻 russia toaster Request: [1d20] Roll: [17] Result: 17
Ready to also murk this bitch with his katana. Two-pronged attack, nearly drowned twunks on the rebound seeking reparations in the form of Your Death.]
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Anyway, with a perception check of 6 and a 12, this guard is fucking blind and does not notice either of these bitches coming for his ass! Damn! Hiding behind a few columns, Adolphe and Richie are basically invisible. They watch the guard take a couple steps further into the room, heading in direction of the staircase...
How are they taking him down?]
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Sorry - sorry!
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Anyway. It's simple, really. Adolphe doesn't hesitate to try and slice the guard's neck open with the katana. He'll have the backup wakizashi to try and stab the head if that doesn't work, but that's merely a backup. ]
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here's hoping the other two are doing better than these two clowns right now ]
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Unfortunately, Adolphe and Richie were so cool they forgot to do a quick perception check before going for the kill. There is another guard posted halfway up the stairs, and he is understandably alarmed about watching his friend get gutted right in front of him!
With a startled yell, the guard makes a mad dash towards a long rope connected to a bell at the very top of the stairs. Wuh-oh, sisters. Looks like somebody's trying to sound the alarms.]
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well, okay, in the chaos, taair releases hawke and hurries out from behind the room, taking a quick assessment of the situation. he's only halfway up the stairs? taair's not the brawn of the group literally ever, but you know what he is? he's a strategist.
he takes three steps out into the hallway, grabs his wakizashi, and with a quick whip of his wrist sends it like a falcon flying outwards towards the other guard - with a [13] i doubt it can be a kill shot, but he'd be happy to just hit him in the back of the knees or the leg, anything to make him fall backwards and back down the stairs. ]
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Anyway, he makes a gamble to proceed with a follow up attack after Taair sends the sword flying at the guard by making a huge upper diagonal arc of a swing of his katana. (13) ]
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sipp (g)🩸dehawked Request: `[1d20]` Roll: `[5]` Result: `5`
Hawke will just be using his hawk eyes to watch this happen. y'all have fun, now! four guys vs one guard with shit luck feels like overkill anyway.
he will, at least attempt to keep a lookout for anything else happening but idk with that 5 he might just miss a wholeass demon tapdancing in front of him ]
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Anyway hawke can watch. I bet he likes that. Richie sees both his buds throw blades and ordinarily he would leave them to it, two projectile shots are enough. But he senses something waiting beyond...something milfy...
Richie will throw his wakizashi as well (18), before pulling out his katana and wiping it clean on this dead guy's pants.]
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With twin rolls of 13, Taair and Adolphe manage to do some damage! Taair's wakizashi embeds itself in the back of the guard's calf, forcing them to crumple down on one knee. Adolphe's katana skims past the guard's side, leaving a nasty slash on his forearm.
And then Richie comes in with a fucking 18 and nails the guy right through the head with his wakizashi. The guard falls backward and ragdolls all the way down to the first floor, leaving a bloody smear on the stairs, before landing face first on the ground. Richie and Taair may retrieve their weapons from the corpse. Adolphe's katana is now somewhere up the stairs.]
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thankfully, he does a decent job of hiding this - instead, he sighs and looks to the other three to make sure everyone's alright, then goes to fetch his wakizashi. carefully, though - looking up the stairs to ensure there's nothing coming.
his voice is soft when he speaks, as he pulls the blade free and wipes it off, slides it into its usual place on his belt, and runs his thumb over the lucky feather on the top. ]
That was too close....
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