Setting
This is where the adventures are held! Enjoy your seat at the Game Master's table!
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Adventure Room is a part of 
Vexar's D&D Adventures.
20 Characters Here
Game Master [181] The game master takes a seat at the large, rectangular, table that you all have gathered at. He pulls out a large card stock game master screen, and sets it in front of him.
Matheu [44] Matheu is a former farmboy who wanted some spice to his life, so naturally he took to adventuring. He finds that it's much more rewarding, both in gold and satisfaction.
Lytria [41]
Seida Fauve [27]
Marcelle Ubir [27] A Longtooth shifter Cleric.
Vaara "Stormscale" Kalarish [21] The power of lightning
Ibrahim Lazaro [14] A Human Ranger from the east.
Agelion [9] "Even the worst of Sins can be redeemed, you just have to believe in justice!"
Taima [9] "Honor and Justice, will prevail."
Sasha Gremlich [7] A street urchin roaming around hoping for some sort of a life outside of misery
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Vaara "Stormscale" Kalarish looked at the moving hands protruding out of the sarcophagi. She inhaled greatly, feeling the surge of eleectricity rush up her throat, and spewed the lightning at them.
The hands seize up and release their grip on (Fae). But, they slowly start to grasp about, coming back to life a bit stunned.
Rhiya begins to glow from her eyes, until her entire body shimmers with light, eluminating most of the room (entering Astral Splendor stance). She moved forawrd to the claws coming from the tombs. She raised her mace and swung down in the direction of the hands, her mace forming a wave of fire in its wake (Flames of Purity). She looked up, still concentrating on the Robed figures now heading towards them.
The radiant fire ignores your allies and chars the ligaments reaching from their resting places. They fall, immobile.
Chace Fairlance growls as arcane energy and rage fill his young mind, once again calling on the fires within him, flames rippling down his arms. Rushing forward around fifteen feet, he unleashes a blast (3) of mage fire on his foes.
The weakest of the cultists misses, blood staining his robes by now. The other two land their hit dealing a total of 13 damage.
Taima staggers under the vicious blows, as blood runs freely from her wounds. The fresh flow of blood seems to kindgle her inner dragonborn rage (bloodied effect - dragonborn fury) as she let out a deafening roar, unleashing an inferno of dragonfire (dragonbreath) from her massive maw, at the cultists.
However, discipline wins out over her bloodlust and she takes a more tactful approach, as she mutters a divine word of healing, her wounds beginning to seal over (Healing word).
However, discipline wins out over her bloodlust and she takes a more tactful approach, as she mutters a divine word of healing, her wounds beginning to seal over (Healing word).
Taima still reeling from her injuries slips a foot back, falling back 5 feet, though still keeping her guard up to avoid attacks of opportunity.
Lua Celen turns towards the cultist, preparing a powerful spell. The Shaman is intent, until a duet of roaring emerges from thin air, soon to be followed by a pair of ghostly panthers, lunging at the Cultist with blood upon his/her robes, the Twin Panthers seem starved for his blood and lunges at him, without a sign or regret.
The other cultist howls in agony, it's robes being torn open as well as his flesh; yet by some magic or perhaps his loyalty to the dark ways, he is still alive.
Rhiya moves forward to the last Cultist, seeing as how the other is bleeding profusely. She swings her hammer towards the third cultist (Word of diminishment)
He stopped, seeing that it was clearly hammer time, and avoided the attack with a lean to the right.
Frustrated with her rather large miss, she turns and swings again at the cultist (Word of Exchange) ( action point)
Chace Fairlance decided to add a bit of flare to his next attack. Once more, channeling flames inside his body, he instead releases the breath from his maw with a delighted cackle, once more blasting the two remaining cultist with his arcane fire.
The bleeding cultist finally meets his maker, while the final cultist attacks (Tiko) once more. His swing hitting full force. 17 Damage.
Taima staggering under the blow once more, isn't daunted, even by the severity of her wounds as she steps forward, bringing her morningstar around in a viciously direct blow towards the cultist that wounded her in such a manner.