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Chapter 8 by meriones meriones

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Encounter: Abby and the Satyr

Mechanics

Satyr health = 5 d6 + 5 = (1+4+1+2+1+3)=12+5 = 17

Init Satyr 14 + 1 = 15 | Abby 12+2 = 14

Round 1: Satyr Pipes - will save DC 15 - Abby 20 + 1 = 21(success) | Abby Move - move

Round 2 : Satyr swap pipes for dagger, headbutt 6 +2 (8) miss | Abby free action transform hands, attack 12 + 2 (2 oustsider bane) =hit 1d6+2+(2d6(outsiderbane) (4+3+5+2) = 14 DMG, attack 15+2 hit, 1d6+2+(2d6(outsiderbane) = (2+1+5+2) = 10 DMG -

Abby wins.

XP 1000 (This is enough to level Abby)


Narrative

The goat-man continued his strange piping as Abby got to her feet. The rhythm of the pipes felt oddly in-time with her heartbeat. Somehow, she knew this creature represented a great danger to her.

Realizing it thought her too enraptured to resist, she stepped forward, closing the distance. Moving as if in a daze. She brought her hand back to her crotch, rubbing a little and moaning as she walked, playing into the act. As she got close she started to charge.

The creature dropped the pipes, a look of surprise in its eyes. She drew closer still. It reached behind it's back and pulled out a dagger, swiping at her in a vicious sweep.

She felt something change. She wanted to strike it, she feared what it would do, she was **** and the only resource she knew to rely on was herself and her own body. She lashed out, slashing with her nails - but they weren't nails. Talons, long and slender tipped each finger, her hand growing strong and hard as alabaster seemed covered in small, cooked spurs of bone.

Her slash ripped into the goat-man. He threw his head back and tried to slap it into her in response, but she slashed again, this time hitting his neck. The momentum of his attack carried him to the ground.

Abby tried to catch her breath, looking at the crumpled body in front of her. As she watched, it began to disappear. It seemed to evaporate and melt at the same time. A prismatic vapor dissipating from a fleshy mass, the mass deliquescing to an ugly black ichor.

Relieved, Abby made her way back to the path. She was scratched up, but only from crawling threw the underbrush. She was terrified when she thought about that dagger, its blade a silver flash that had come mere inches from her. She feared going any further tonight, and made her way back to the dorms.

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