Moira Morley
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Scion Initative: 1d20+3 14 Initiative looks like... Pacer 28 (higher init) Grimalkin 28 Murderhobos (just to not have them scattered all over the place, their initiatives will go in one rind, highest to lowest) Big Dude Onyx Woman Meditator Dragon Person Crossbow Spitfire 19 Scion 14 Nicole 5 Red Moon
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Big Dude Initiative: 1d20+7 24 DC 20 Toughness: 1d20+8 23 Unphased. Meditator Initiative: 1d20+3 15 DC 20 Toughness: 1d20+9 15 Bruised and Stunned. Crossbow Initiative: 1d20+3 9 DC 20 Toughness: 1d20+10 23 Unphased. Onyx Woman Initiative: 1d20+6 19 DC 20 Toughness: 1d20+3 23 Unphased. Dragon Person Initative: 1d20 10 Initative: 1d20+7 24 Unphased.
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Tie goes to highest initiative mod
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Initiative!
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ic [Lost Expeditions] Castle Ravenloft
Moira Morley replied to Moira Morley's topic in The Realms Beyond
GM The running group trekked for what seemed a good mile or two before the arrows stopped. They seemed to be chasing the runners off more than trying to damage them. They weren't out of the woods yet, but they were away from the arrows. Approaching the road, they saw a horse-drawn wagon with a group riding on it. A large man was guiding the horses, he wore leathers and a breastplate. two people, an onyx black woman and a dragon person, wore robes, but different than the yellow robes. the onyx woman wore blood red with black spiderweb patterns, the dragon wore a black robe. They were bickering back and forth in a strange language over items. There was a curly haired bearded man with many scars and a giant dragon tattoo on his chest, meditating. And finally, a woman with a crossbow and in hides. The woman shouted out a warning. "Cultists," Grimalkin heard, "probably some of the vampire lord's bunch. Get them!" -
well, they had readied an action. if anyone moved. They shot at the yellow robed individuals. Raining arrows down until they got out. I'm not going to make you guys roll Reflex saves every turn, but if they sense you they will shoot you.
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Notice Flight: 1d20+9 17
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The bacchanalia reminded her of home. Not that she didn't enjoy her time at home, but this was just going through the motions. Sure it felt good physically, but there was nothing fulfilling about it, nothing passionate about it. It was raw unadulterated... wait. Crap, was this her first time with him? She pulled herself up to a sitting position, and called for her costume from the bracer. Looking over to Maxie she saw his worry. They had met less than two months ago, but they'd kept in touch. She enjoyed his company. Standing up she looked towards Spitfire. Nervously, she cleared her throat, "I want you to know that that was something I would have allowed you to do." She smirked, "nothing we did was something I hadn't done." She let that hang there for a moment. Her voice went more serious and sympathetic, "I'm wondering if you were OK with any of that." She stepped forward not getting in his personal space. but letting him know she was there for him. What she was trying to do was lesson the blow, but what was done was done. The demon got what it wanted from them.
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ic [Lost Expeditions] Castle Ravenloft
Moira Morley replied to Moira Morley's topic in The Realms Beyond
Moira knew Maxie couldn't take off running now. Especially with angry trees shooting arrows. She'd have to ask Lynn what they meant later, but for now she just had to dodge the rain of arrows. "Ma... Spitfire," she yelled, "alley oop!" She said picking him up while he held Nicole. In the immediate thought, she thought it was a good idea. But a few arrows bounced off of her back as she ran. Luckily they were just grazing blows. "I'm sure the dog detective would be amused," she said said with a wince as the arrows rained down. -
DC 15 Reflex: 1d20+7 14 Missed by 1! DC 20 Toughness: 1d20+12 30
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Pacer gets a Hero Point. No Stalwart. Everyone needs to make Reflex 15 saves. If they pass, no save, if they don't pass, DC20 toughness. Nicole can take the reflex save of whoever picks her up and runs with her.
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ic [Lost Expeditions] Castle Ravenloft
Moira Morley replied to Moira Morley's topic in The Realms Beyond
GM Somewhere around Kansas, Pacer saw something weird. Then again, weird was everyday in her life. Some guys in yellow robes lying on the ground while some other people in costumes of various sorts were kind of violent in their actions to them! Before she could react, there was a flash and she was in a forest, clothed only by the yellow robe. Also, other yellow robed people were here. One pixie, one giant alien, one big tattooed dude, one pretty lady, and one on crutches. She could no longer hear Stalwart! A voice came from the trees, it said something that almost no one could understand. Grimalkin was the only one. It sounded almost fey-like. "Intruders," it rang out, before an arrow landed next to each of them. The projectiles landed right next to them. It was clearly a warning shot. "If you do not start running, we will not miss next time!" Arrows flew again, this time, it looked like rain. -
She saw him falter, and knew which one he was looking at. With a grin and a chuckle she leaned back in the seat, putting her hands behind her head. She nodded when he mentioned about the meaning. They did. Anyone who knew her knew what every picture meant. The sun, heart, wine bottle, and axe were for her celestial family and connections. The sleeping angel was for someone long gone. The pixie was for her best friend. And the fire was for him. She felt close enough to him after all these months. And he was a tattoo artist. So, was there a rule against artists drawing something that they meant to someone? Her bartender brain got to thinking about mixtures when he offered drinks. "Get me what you have for the beer and orange juice," she perked up from her relaxed position, "actually nah," she remembered that he didn't have enough to shake anything and didn't want to mess up his kitchen. "I'll take the orange juice. I'll show you mixing later." She looked around. From the outside the place looked small, but there was quite a space in here, clutter aside. "As for where the tattoos go," she lurched forward, pulling up her shirt to a midriff, and showing off her stomach and sides. She hoped he wouldn't jump out of his skin, but she's been known to have that effect on people. "I was thinking about here," she said stroking her side, "for my mementos of Angel, Lynn, and you. Maybe you can bring the three together, make a mural of sorts?"
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You can't use social skills against PCs unless its combat related
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His jovial attitude and confusion made her smile, "yeah, I didn't mean to sneak up on you like that," she said entering Maxie's abode. A man's home is his castle. No matter how small. She watched him scatter, "well, really I should have called." She thanked him with a friendly hug before sitting down. Pulling a piece of paper out of the side of her shirt - she was wearing a form fitting black tshirt with a logo for X1, a local band, on the front - she opened it up. "I have a few designed. Though I don't want them all at once," she smiled looking at a few of them and then up to Maxie, "here take a look," she said handing the paper to him There were various doodles, but the finished ones stuck out. A couple of sentences written in Greek and Spanish. A sun, heart, wine bottle, axe, stacked in front of each other, respectively. A sleeping angel. A laid back pixie. A very well drawn fire (at least she thought so!). "I know you can do them," she grinned, "probably a little... OK a lot better than me."
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Moira was happy that she had calmed the big man. Happiness was something this dread realm couldn't take from her! Though unbeknownst to her, it could corrupt. Her warmth turned into a fire that needed to be fed, that demanded to give and receive. Her thoughts turned into how much happier they could be. The scene of the carnival faded as they went farther and farther away. They ran into a plush area. There was a heady wine smell around them. Everything was covered in dim red light. No ceiling or walls, but there was a tantalizing warmth about the area. Pillows of all different sizes began to litter the area. "Maybe we just need to relax," she said looking to Maxie, playfully pushing him down on a pillow, "just enjoy ourselves for a while." She sat on a pillow herself, leaning next to him. Looking up there was a void of blackness above the red lighting. "Lots of empty space. It's nice to have someone to share it with." She sighed happily, cuddling up to him, "I'd like to see your tattoos up close. Maybe show some that you haven't shown me. Maybe I show you places to put my tattoo." Happiness mixed with corruption. For the next few hours, they both occupied each other's time. Scion and Spitfire. Maxie and Moira. If this weren't a hellscape, it would have been more genuine, but it wasn't. Just crude lusts fulfilled until both of them collapsed. The demon fed well on them. Once they woke up, the scene was gone. No pillows. No wine smell. No red lights. Just a faded blackness.
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Content warning: sensuality and off screen sex. This was not as bad as Moira thought it would be. There were a few manufactured homes here, but spaces for mobile homes too. It certainly had it's homeliness. There were a few kids running around the grounds with sticks. They pretended to be heroes. She watched them for a bit as she searched for Maxie's mobile home. They carried on about being The Knights Of Freedom, eliciting a small laugh from her. Finding Maxie's home was just a matter of following directions. Google Maps didn't go in these areas, so she had to traverse back and around. She almost went in a circle before she found it! At least it fit the description. She sighed and hoped it was the right one. Knoccking on the door she waited. The sky was a bit dark, rain maybe?
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Carnivals were a fun thing. She hadn't been to many. Though she was sure with Maxie here she could be shown the sights. She even forgot about that little misstep she had just a minute ago. All was well. This was... well,it was going to be a little bit of an oasis. Then she remembered. None of this was real. None of this was supposed to be fun. She stayed close to her companion through this fairly pleasant hellscape. She winced at the 'when' inflection. Where hers was in her present (future?), his was in his past. All these visions reminded their 'owner' of something. She kept pace with him when he ran off. she played the quiet shadow to his illusion. Whenever he faltered, she was there. There was a lot of memories. The the scene just turned wicked. She tried to open up and say something, but she was unable. Words fell off the tip of her tongue as Maxie ran through the vicious mockery of the events that had and or had not happened. She could only feel sorry for the guys and possibly be there for him if he wanted. And then, well, Maxie broke. In her eyes at least. She seemed like the only one who was there for him. Without her words, she could only console him with closeness, kind gestures. Right now she held him from behind, wrapping her arms around his chest and leaning her head on his back. A sweet calming noise escaped her lips. It was the best she could offer right now. She couldn't even tell him to get away from this place. Seeing him sob was like some kind of kryptonite really. All the while, the demon's invisible black tendrils invaded both of their auras. The despair that both of them were feeling. His was deeper than hers. "Come on," Moira said softly. She was shocked at the sound of her own voice. Was this mad little scene over? "We have other places to be," she stroked the back of his neck, "like not here. Think of other things, Maxie," she cooed, "you're not your past." She circled around, kneeling down in front of him, "I know about things like these. Trust me. No matter what you did. Or what you would have had. It's not something that can't or can be." She leaned forward and kissed his forehead lightly. "Come on," she said coaxing in a sweet tone.
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ic [Lost Expeditions] Castle Ravenloft
Moira Morley replied to Moira Morley's topic in The Realms Beyond
Moira almost jumped back when the fifth person appeared. She too was in a yellow robe, but she thought they were the cultists. She let go of Maxie when he offered the girl her hand. Moira was more interested in what the alien creature was saying. She poked Lynn's clothes seeing of they were real, smiling when she found out the truth. She too had clothing outside of this. Trying to access her bracer, though it was there, was futile. Something was 'jamming the signal'. She could hear her folks, but it was scrambled. "Hello," she said a few times, tapping the golden bracer a few times, "guys, you there?" She sighed, "maybe i can get it working later. for now, we have these robes." Moira shrugged, "wouldn't be the first time I've been sucked away from Earth. Most likely won't be the last time." She looked up at the cloaked sun, "I figure it has something to do with that though. And maybe these," she said modelling off her robe. There was definitely something stitched in the silk but she didn't know what. "Grim, she said we were cultists, and these robes look kinda of cult-y, wanna examine what they are?" She looked towards, but not at the alien creature, "so, uh, do you understand us at least?" She was quick to turn to Maxie, and then the girl on the ground, "but yeah, we're not the cultist you're looking for, hun." -
DC 21: 1d20+5 22
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You know that in the stitching there are symbols of The Unspeakable One. That these robes are used by the Brotherhood of the Yellow Sign (it is not that inclusive anymore, they let in women now, TUO needs sacrifices!). The Brotherhood looks to bring The Unspeakable One to anywhere and everywhere. Luckily the magic community is on their butts whereever they are. So Not!Cthulhu has been thwarted for a very long time.
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So close! Missed it by one! HP for +2?
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@Ari and @Zeitgeist Blue get a HP for not having their devices.
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ic [Lost Expeditions] Castle Ravenloft
Moira Morley replied to Moira Morley's topic in The Realms Beyond
GM As Atraxia rose above the tree tops, all she could see for miles was trees. There were definite small indentions , but not really big enough to be considered cities. Then she saw it, a road. it was a good ways out, but they could reach it if they booked it. Or flew. Or ran faster than norma humans. On the ground another yellow robed figure popped into existence. She too was in a yellow robe. Unable to walk, she fell to the ground. Nicole was sans her suit and her wheelchair. -
Blast Moira, Power Attack -5: 1d20+8-5 7. Misses. Punch Moira: 1d20+8 11. Misses.