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Seeking Jezelda (Evendur x Lord DreamCrusher)

He couldn't quite destroy it, though as it rose to stand he took the opportunity to put it down for good with a final slash of his razor-sharp claws. Meanwhile Misaki wasn't doing as well as a firm strike knocked her off her feet where she collapsed motionless. In the heat of battle he could hardly tell if she was still alive or not, though he couldn't do anything for her without first finishing this fight so he pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind even if it would be a shame to lose her just as she was starting to learn her place.

Draven was flanked now and none too happy about it but his strategy remained more or less the same, focus down one of them to remove the pressure of defending himself from two angles. He kept on the undead in front of him that he had been fighting, again snapping with his jaws first to try and take it down to the floor so that he could rake it with his claws in a more exposed position.

Not a problem, I don't mind you rolling for me in such instances. Though there might be times where my decision might not be so obvious as a fair warning.

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Bite (Power Attack): [1d20+16]=7+16=23
Damage: [1d8+17]=7+17=24
Free Trip: [1d20+18]=16+18=34

Claw 1: [1d20+16]=4+16=20 +4 if Prone
Damage: [2d6+17]=6+17=23

Claw 2: [1d20+16]=15+16=31 +4 if Prone
Damage: [2d6+17]=6+17=23
 
Draven managed to accomplish his task with ruthless efficiency, and it is now a one on one fight with the last mummy. However, the mummy slips in some of its own yuck and the attack misses, leaving it open for a counter attack..

Fair, I guess I just figured why wouldn't you AoO the nearly dead enemy?

Mummy Misses.
 
Last enemy, last target before he could check the status of his omega. The werewolf lord spun around to avoid the clumsy attack of the creature and snapped towards the waist, always using his fangs to try and upset the balance of his foes so that his claws could better find purchase. There was little point in goading these shambling corpses so Draven simply snarled and growled as he threw himself into the offensive.


Bite (Power Attack): [1d20+16]=8+16=24
Damage: [1d8+17]=7+17=24
Free Trip: [1d20+18]=10+18=28

Claw 1: [1d20+16]=1+16=17

Claw 2: [1d20+16]=13+16=29
Damage: [2d6+17]=6+17=23
 
Draven gets snagged up in some of their wet, resilient cloth from the attack that missed. It gets drawn in and lands a particularly hard blow against the werewolf. One more good attack should finish him off.

Mummy Attack = 32
Damage = 16
 
Again his flesh and muscle softened the blow but it didn't negate it entirely as he stumbled for a moment from the force before regaining his posture and footing. He was growing angry, frustrated. He wanted this conflict over with as he felt he was wasting too much time with an opponent not worthy of it. In his anger his jaws snapped out wildly and missed the mark entirely, clamping down upon air and leaving him exposed in his failure as the creature inadvertently stumbled out of his way.

Draven's eyes snapped to his foe and, as luck would have it, his reactions were quick enough to capitalize upon an opening provided to him in the wake of his misstep. The werewolf twisted his upper body around to the right as he took a step back, swinging the claws of his left hand in a wide arc that connected perfectly with the neck of the unfeeling undead. Draven smiled a toothy grin as he felt the impact upon his enemy, though his confidence was such that he was already shifting to stride past and check upon Misaki. Expecting that the battle was over.

Bite (Power Attack): [1d20+16]=1+16=17

Claw 1: [1d20+16]=20+16=36
Crit Confirm: [1d20+16]=11+16=27
Damage: [4d6+34]=13+34=47

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Untrained Heal Check (determine her condition/stabilize): [1d20+2]=12+2=14

I know that fails to stabilize but it might tell him what state she's in. I'm used to homebrew that requires a heal check to determine if someone's alive or dead or anything else in-between. I know that's not technically in the skill description but I figured I'd roll out of habit nonetheless. Usually the difficulty is based on the target's condition and how different their physiology is from your own. Figure werewolf and kitsune are similar enough to probably not cause a penalty there, though he sucks at the skill either way.
 
Given Draven's...intimate familiarity with how the outside and inside of his Omega's body, he is able to determine that she is not bleeding out or severely injured, has just been knocked unconscious from the savage blow she received. There is a large, flat altar on a dais at the end of the room they are in, likely the chapel. It would make a good place to lay her out for a further inspection.

Giving Draven a +2 bonus circumstance bonus, and he succeeds, and sees that Misaki is already stable.
 
He grunted as he realized she was not in mortal danger, at least not currently. Being unconscious in an unfamiliar place was not exactly a good thing. In any case he carefully lifted her up, carrying her over to the raised stone altar just to get her off of the floor. A part of him registered that this seemed like a choice location to perform his sacrifice to Jezelda, though he was still hopeful to find someone else more suitable than his omega.

Regardless, there was still plenty of time in the day before night fell and the full moon rose. He just had to figure out if he would risk leaving her behind to explore further. Though, honestly, that wasn't much of a decision if he hoped to find a sacrifice. The treasure would wait, his goddess would not. Draven placed Misaki's body upon the stone and glanced around the room, curious to see what was nearby; if anything.

Perception: [1d20+13]=20+13=33

Pfft, of course I nat 20 on a throwaway roll.
 
Draven lays her unconscious body out on thr platform of the altar, her body splayed nice and wide, in the emergency sacrifice position should he need her for it later. He begins to search around the crumbling structure as the day wanes. He finds an adjoining study with a large fireplace, and the opposite direction, he sees what is a large nest of some kind. However his exhaustive search leads him back to the altar, as he picks up a very faint smell of something living.

Looking around the altar, the werewolf depresses a catch in of the decorative holes, and a small drawer opens inside the altar. There are two vials and a wooden stick that has been polished and carved. The stick is of unknown purpose, but the vials are wrapped in frayed paper with faded ink that says "Heal".
 
Draven wasn't sure what the items were in truth, obviously he suspected the potions to be healing tonics considering the label but the wooden stick was beyond him. Stick was perhaps a misnomer, it wasn't a twig pulled from a branch but rather a carved shaft made into an intentional design. Perhaps Misaki would know, or perhaps it would remain a mystery for another time. Regardless he took all three things, tucking the wood away in his pack and carrying the vials in one hand as he made his way back to the unconscious shemale upon the stone dais. Draven opened one of the vials and smelled the contents, trying to tell if it was overtly poisonous, and if the scent was nothing out of the ordinary, or if it was just otherwise uncertain, he'd do his best to pour it into her mouth and force her to swallow.

Perception: [1d20+13]=9+13=22
 
The werewolf's acute sniffer detects nothing wrong with the liquid in the vials. Pouring the first one into his Omega's mouth and having her swallow lets the glow of healing magic was over her, and it is enough to bring her back to consciousness. "Ugh...I got knocked out, didn't I? I'm sorry Alpha. It looks like you were able to dispatch them. Are you hurt? Wait, how did you heal me?" She asked curiously as she didn't know either of them to have healing ability or items.
 
"Lucky you weren't killed." He brushed aside the situation with a stoic sense of calm, though he was not entirely pleased by the way things were going thus far on the whole. At her question he showed her the empty vial, shaking it in the air for emphasis, then directed her gaze towards the other one that was still full. "Something lives, or used to live here. Between the fall of the town I mean. I suffered a few blows but I am still well. Not at a point to be concerned yet."

It was difficult to gauge how she was feeling after the first potion so he simply offered the second one to her as well. Generosity was not in his nature but never let it be said that he didn't take care of his toys, least not the ones that were still of use to him. "When night falls we will return here to rest, though we still have more to search in the meantime. I'm not sure there is much else worth investigating in this building, and it certainly took time to discover these potions. We don't have too much longer before night falls I would guess."
 
The kitsune quaffs the other vial as well, more healing energy spreading throughout her body. She wasn't at 100%, but looked better.

"Thank you Alpha, did you find anything else? I know I saw you get hit as well. Is it alright that I take it all? I do have some knowledge of how to use magical items like scrolls and wands." She offered, trying to be helpful.

Cure Mod Wounds = 16
 
Draven shrugged slightly enough that most people would miss the gesture but certainly not the Kitsune. He pulled off his backpack and dug out the carved wood, expecting that it was likely a wand now that Misaki spoke the word aloud, and offered it to her as well. "Found this. Now that you mention it, could be a wand. You tell me." He could use a bit of healing if his luck was thus that it could perform such a task, though he still felt confident enough in himself to continue if it turned out to be some other spell within the item.
 
Misaki takes a look at the rune carved shaft of wood, casting the first spell on herself, and the same kind of magic as the potion flows over her. "Oh, seems to be a healing wand, Alpha. Let me heal you with it!" She says pointing it at the werewolf and attempting to cast. The first one failed, but she tried again, and it worked, his bruises and fatigue fading. There was enough magic in it to fully heal them both, and Misaki slipped it in her pack, in case it had more magic still.

Fully healed, there was only one place left to look, a walled off garden courtyard out the back that was growing increasingly moonlit.
 
The werewolf cocks and eyebrow with how reckless Misaki's actions are in simply casting the magic upon herself. "For all you know that could have just killed you. You seriously don't have a better method of determining what something like that does?" He honestly didn't know, magic wasn't common in his pack and those that did have mystical powers were more...nature and spiritually-based. Nevertheless he didn't like the idea of her risking herself so casually, not unless he ordered her to that is. "Don't do that again with an unfamiliar item without my permission. Or need I remind you what value your life holds to me?"

Moderately perturbed, but ultimately not about to go into a tirade about it, Draven waved her permission to continue and soon enough he felt back to full strength as it were. From there they headed out of the church and to the garden, assuredly long-since overgrown and crumbling considering. He found it ironic that the lesser races would shun the natural world, push it back with stones and cobble, only to try and bring back remnants of plant life in 'controlled' fashion for their enjoyment. "We return to the room before the moon hits its' peak." He explained while pointing a clawed finger to the night sky. He saw no point in returning to his human form so together he led them on to see what they could find.

Perception: [1d20+13]=6+13=19
 
"Sorry Alpha, no. Usually I am given wands for assignments and told what they do. I just assumed a wand found in a church with healing potions would be for healing as well. I dod not expect it to be harmful." The kitsune replied honestly as they made their way out to the back, and began lookin around.

Draven smells something...wrong here. And soft slithering noises could be heard in the moonlit garden. as they got closer to the middle, there was a commotion behind them, as a massive snake with a human head on it, a naga bigger than Draven reared up with a roar, its head being silhouetted against the moon as it rose up from the undergrowth. This...this seemed like a worthy challenge.

As the trio were about to square off in battle, there is a roar of anger as a large form jumps off the roof, and sails down at the naga. The large, furred female form carries an massive axe, and beheads the massive beast on a single blow, robbing the enterprising werewolf lord of his kill. She looked to be a werewolf like him at first, but as her form shifted to face Draven and her ursine face grinned.

"Hello, child of the Night Slut. Ashava told my what that craven whore of a goddess you worship was planning, and sent me to make sure that you did not have your sacrifice. Now, I have been told to offer you safety, and the chance to walk the night a better way. However, if you refuse, I've got no problem putting you down and taking your Omega for myself." The large wearbear snarled as she pointed her axe at Draven.
 
Draven was certainly disappointed as the snake-like creature was slain so easily, however that sensation was quickly replaced by instinctive hatred at the revelation of a foul lycan of the good-aligned variety. The Jezeldan's drilled it into the skulls of every member straight from the teachings of their Demon lady; all other lycanthropes were nothing but prey to be hunted and killed while the good ones, those were always to be sacrificed in Jezelda's name whenever possible so that they suffered properly. Running through the myriad of emotions, the werewolf lord settled upon amusement and an unsettling grin upon his fanged maw.

"You don't seem smart enough to realize one very important detail...killing that robs me of a sacrifice, yes. Though your very presence offers me a far greater one to give to my goddess." While that sank in to the werebear's thick skull, Draven looked back over his shoulder and growled low to Misaki. "She will detect you by scent if you get too close. Watch for the reach of her long arms and try to stay out of her way. Will probably cleave you in two with a single swipe. Do not kill her, though I don't mind if she gets roughed up." Not that he had much better of an answer for the hefty axe that the female carried but at least it wasn't silver so it would be somewhat lessened against his hide. Throwing his head back to the sky, Draven loosed a mighty howl to the moon that was sure to carry for miles as he lowered his stance and balanced himself for battle; ready to leap forward and engage.

Initiative: [1d20+5]=10+5=15
 
Misaki was stunned by the display of raw power put on by the werebear, slaying that massive snake in an instant. As the ninja took in her form though, she noticed that the woman was completely naked, save for a cloak and some jewelry. "Yes Alpha, understood. Pretend I was fighting you, basically." She replied with a little chuckle of confidence

"My my, you are awfully confident for a little pup, aren't you?" She replied with an ursine grin of her own. "Had I been given the choice, it would be your head I severed with that last attack, rather than this Naga's. However, my goddess asked you be given one chance to redeem yourself. You find yourself confronted by Talmera of Ekku. I can see how you would think you have the upper hand, two against one. However, after the next couple swings of my axe, it will be 4 against one." She replies, the last words turning into a guttural growl as she stares at the weaker of her two foes, attempting to unsettle her.

The werebear's words, combined with how the moonlight glinted off her sharp axe sent a chill through the kitsune, as she remembered how futile it was to have tried and killed Draven, and now here was a lycan that was supposedly more powerful than him?!

Talmera Initiative = 20
Misaki Initiative = 9
Talmera Intim vs Misaki (18) = 44 Misaki is Shaken for 6 rounds.
Talmera's AC is 29
 
"Little? I'm just as large as you are." Draven retorted as he lunged forward to close the distance. A normal person would have to get too close, make themselves vulnerable, but his limbs held as much reach as hers. The common werewolf was not as big and bulky as he, no he called himself a werewolf lord for a reason as his blessing (what some would call a curse) was more potent and linked him to a dire wolf rather than a more common one.

As he closed the distance, the werewolf snapped his jaws towards Talmera's left thigh in an attempt to make her fall. However he was making a clear effort to hold himself back and not cause lethal harm, he didn't want her to bleed out or suffer grievous injury before the sacrifice. Then again, it might be in his best interest to not hold back entirely since she was certain to be a challenging opponent. "There aren't many like me, I suppose I can forgive your ignorance in the face of a werewolf lord."

Charge into melee

Bite (PA, Nonlethal, Charge): [1d20+14]=12+14=26
Damage: [1d8+17]=2+17=19
Free Trip: [1d20+16]=16+16=32

AC is 25 for this round because of charging.
 
Talmera attempts to guard her upper body with her large axe, expecting this brutish simpleton to just go straight for the jugular with her. Instead, he dipped down past her guard, and ripped her leg out from under her, the werebear hybrid falling onto her back with a heavy thud. Misaki tumbles in through the larger character's reach, dropping a tabi covered foot on her thick throat as she passes by. Unfortunately, the angry bear woman's neck is to thick to stomp, and Misaki does no damage, getting into a flanking position with her Alpha.

'You know foxy, I was willing to let you go, but if you're going to throw your lot in with this evil mutt, I'll put you both down!" She says as she angrily gets to her feet, her unguarded stance and large, naked body unprotected as she gets up. Miskai goes low with a kick, letting Draven go high. Unfortunately, her kick misses. The bear woman swings her axe at Draven, but her swing goes wide, and she misses.
 
Draven considered correcting the ursine with the fact that Misaki couldn't disobey him even if she wanted to but that was hardly necessary, he didn't plan on losing this fight and even if he did then he wouldn't care about Misaki's fate. Instead he slashed at the woman's midsection as she rose to her feet, raking the exposed flesh but definitely feeling the resistance that softened the strength of his blow, and used the momentary pain to slow her reactions and shift out of the way of her attempted retaliation.

"You were sent here to die, to fuel my favor with Jezelda. Don't fool yourself into thinking you are the hero of this tale, you are just a pawn tossed my way in the hopes of slowing me down...or testing my abilities for the eyes of your goddess." Not that he knew anything about this Ashava but it seemed a safe bet that it was some kind of good counterpart to Jezelda that sought to counter the truth of the world, of the brutality of the hunt and the fact that all races were meant as prey upon the lands of the lycans; the true lycans in the werewolves specifically.

Feeling confident thus far, Draven opted not to attack again but instead pulled his arms back and bared his claws as he focused upon the cruelty of his form. The sharp, black razors extended outward even further; thickening into horrifying weapons with unnaturally jagged edges like obsidian glass. "I don't need the pathetic tools of mortals to fight my battles. My gifts are many and they are terrible."


You didn't say a result for Draven's AoO so I'm rolling here just in case.

Claw AoO (PA, Nonlethal): [1d20+16]=15+16=31 (+2 Flanking, forgot)
Damage: [1d8+17]=7+17=24

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Standard Action, Morphic Weapons (Claws) increase damage die code from 1d8 to 2d6. Probably not worth it in truth but I like the ability so I'm going to use it when there's a decent challenge at hand.
 
Misaki remained quiet as she harried the hairy woman from the rear, managing to land a blow as the pair attacked the interloper. Though, they talked about a sacrifice being made tonight. Her eyes widened as she realized that likely would have been her had their not been anything else here to kill. She now understood why Draven had been so pissed at her for nearly dying earlier. If she had, she would have cost him his sacrifice.

Unarmed Strike 1 (Flanking) = 21 Miss
Unarmed Strike 2 (Flanking) = 28 Hit
Damage = 3 + Sneak attack = 7 = 10 Damage

"And talk like that is what tells me you are a delusional fool. Only someone evil could think themselves the hero of their story after everything you've done, Draven." She replied, spitting on the ground in front of him. "I would not sully my claws with your tainted flesh. If you were worthy of it, I would already have taken your neck in my maw and snapped it." Talmera takes another swing, but, having to split her focus two on one, she misses the werewolf lord again.

Attack = 23 Miss
Attack 2 = 13 Miss
 
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"Hero? No, only a fool desires such things. A champion of the true order, the reality of the world. The strong rule the weak and none are stronger than the werewolves." Talking about ideals wasn't going to get anywhere but it seemed to be distracting Talmera as she swung wildly and with great power, focusing on her anger and desire to kill but not upon her accuracy or positioning to line up more sure strikes. For his prodigious size, Draven was still plenty agile as he dipped and swayed to avoid her hefty axe. "Your hide is tough like mine...let's weaken it shall we?"

He repeated his attempts to trip the werebear, this time dropping down onto all fours after ducking low beneath her arc and snapping towards her shin, and his newly enhanced claws were quick to follow in slashing towards her midsection again and again; this time without holding back as he hoped to cut deep enough to leave gashes that would leak and ooze blood at a steady rate. True that he didn't want her dead just yet but he felt confident enough that he could be a bit more brutal before shifting back to softer strikes. Misaki didn't seem to be helping much at this stage but she was distracting the so-called 'good lycanthrope'. Soft and idealistic as far as he was concerned.

Bite (PA, nonlethal): 1d20+14
Damage: 1d8+17
Free Trip: 1d20+16

Claw 1 (PA, lethal): 1d20+18 (+4 if prone) (20/x2 threat)
Damage: 2d6+17 + 1d4 bleed

Claw 2 (PA, lethal):1d20+18 (+4 if prone) (20/x2 threat)
Damage: 2d6+17 + 1d4 bleed (Bleed doesn't stack, just noting in case one strike misses)
 
Bite (PA, nonlethal): 1d20+14=25 Hit
Damage: 1d8+17 = 24
Free Trip: 1d20+16 = 24 miss

Claw 1 (PA, lethal): 1d20+22 = 38 (20/x2 threat)
Damage: 2d6+17 = 29 + 1d4 bleed = 3

Claw 2 (PA, lethal): 1d20+22 = 29 (20/x2 threat)
Damage: 2d6+17 = 23

Draven's enhanced weapons help him uproot the werebear again and make all his strikes land, lacerating her tough flesh. She cries out in pained rage as the kitsune joins in on the beatdown. Unfortunately, she is unable to get close with the thrashing limbs.

Attack 1 + 6 = 24 Miss
Attack 2 + 6 = 19 Miss

Talmera is bloodied, but still standing, and attempts once more to take down Draven. Both of her swings connect this time, and she shows the furry bastard why Ashava chose her to destroy him if need be.

Attack 1 = 33 Hit (power attack)
Damage = 26 + 12 (wrolled the wrong die cause of furious focus) = 38
Attack 2 (Nat 20) = 28 Hit
Damage = 39
 
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The sheer force of her blows caused that axe head to carve into him, tearing chunks out of his hide and spraying crimson across the overgrown garden as he howled in pain. It had been a long time since he'd suffered this much harm from a foe. True that he might have a wonderful sacrifice for Jezelda but also true that he very well could end up dying from this champion of Ashava, the battle was instantly far less one-sided as it had been up to this point.

He needed to hamper her and help prevent her from getting another solid blow upon him, he needed to be more aggressive and risk greater harm to Talmera. She was catching on to his attempts to bite her legs so he flipped his strategy slightly as he lunged in towards her primary bicep and clamped down hard with his snarling jaws. The injury to her was beneficial to him but the main goal was to surprise her as he twisted his mouth and pulled with his body weight in an attempt to flip her down to the ground again where his claws could take advantage of her poor positioning.

Bite (PA, lethal): [1d20+18]=9+18=27
Damage: [1d8+17]=1+17=18
Free Trip: [1d20+20]=20+20=40 (Holy fuck, yeah that'll do it.)

Claw 1 (PA, nonlethal): [1d20+14]=9+14=23 (+4 Prone=27)
Damage: [2d6+17]=6+17=23

Claw 2 (PA, nonlethal): [1d20+14]=4+14=18 (+4 Prone=22)

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AoO in advance for when she stands up: [1d20+14]=14+14=28 (+4 Prone = 32)
Damage (Nonlethal): [2d6+17]=11+17=28
 
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