Stop the Madness Already (D3 LA, The Hive) (Combat)

[Cyprian Kircheis]

"Ohhh, lovely." He does as directed. "You really are quite lithe you adorable little minx. We should collaborate on turning this small adventure into a song." He admires the devastation left by Quevlin-rex. "Just look at our hero, standing tall amid the carnage left in his wake. We could rewrite him as a dragon knight in human form!"

[Illiam'iira]

"You really are quite lithe you adorable little minx. We should collaborate on turning this small adventure into a song."

Instead of doing what she'd usually do, Illiam'iira paps Cyprian's cheeks, once, twice, with both hands and a slightly stuck out tongue. No kisses for Cyprian!

Stop the Madness (D3 LA) Cure Wounds lvl 1 #1: 1d8+4 9 HP healed
Stop the Madness (D3 LA) Cure Wounds lvl 1 #2: 1d8+4 8 HP healed
-2 1st level spell slots, leaving 1.

She then turns to Ore and Boy. "Do you need any healing? Is he okay? Do you need healing, boy?"

[Quevlin'e]

Quev will tie up the tiefling and punch him in the face out of spite.

"QUEVLIN'E EILSANDAR." There is a warning tone to her voice as she sits down onto the edge of the ledge, little legs dangling down as she watches Boy's revival. That... makes her feel a little better...

Quev proceeds to lower his fist and move away from Illia's periphery before slowly drawing his spear.

[Cyprian Kircheis]

Instead of doing what she'd usually do, Illiam'iira paps Cyprian's cheeks, once, twice, with both hands and a slightly stuck out tongue. No kisses for Cyprian!

"Ohhh? I had you all wrong," he grinned even more amorously, "If you ever wish to slap me in a more intimate setting you need only ask." He winks.

He turns to Quevlin, "I fear we've not been introduced Sir Knight, my name is Cyprian Kircheis." He'll then tip his hat at Ore. "You as well sir! May I know your names, that I may immortalize them in song?"

Quev proceeds to lower his fist and move away from Illia's periphery before slowly drawing his spear.

Seeing that he'll add, "Why waste good blood? If his life is forfeit simply turn him over to me!"

[Flession]

The tiefling doesn't seem all that pleased about getting punched in the face by some heavy armor, but the Gith is just there, laughing more. "Cause you'll never catch him. He'd be gone! I'd be gone too...but I can't...soon we'll all be gone...so just have a laugh, will you? Enjoy what is to come."

[Illiam'iira]

There's a brief look of something in her eyes as her gaze locks with Cyprian's own. Sadness, maybe. Or maybe some kind of understanding of -- of something. Unfortunately, they're interrupted.

Quev proceeds to lower his fist and move away from Illia's periphery before slowly drawing his spear.

Seeing that he'll add, "Why waste good blood? If his life is forfeit simply turn him over to me!"

"Cause you'll never catch him. He'd be gone! I'd be gone too...but I can't...soon we'll all be gone...so just have a laugh, will you? Enjoy what is to come."

"QUEVLIN'E! Put your spear away or so help me!" Illiam'iira barks at her bodyguard before turning to the Gith. She marches on over to him, grabbing the man by his shoulders to stare into his eyes with a ferocity few ever get to see.

"Then let us in on the joke. I could use a good laugh." The way she says that last part... her eyes turn to Cyprian, almost a glare. Help her?

[Cyprian Kircheis]

Cyprian chuckles at Illiam while casting a spell of some kind. "She's a little firebrand." He says as he walks over listening in to their deepest thoughts. "So go on then, let us in on the joke. You know you want to!" He says charmingly. "If you do I'll put in a good word to the constabulary."

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Casts detect thoughts and focuses on the Gith. Do I need to roll to cast? I know the saving throw is DC 15

[Flession]

The surface thoughts of the Gith are a jumbled mess. Still, there is one thought that is clear:

The graffiti on these walls forms a tapestry of emotions and expressions, much like the visions that dance through my mind during deep meditation. These chaotic symbols reflect the canvas of my inner thoughts.

The chaos within his mind is too strong for you, however, and you cannot penetrate thru beyond that. He simply watches your attempt, aware of it and laughs in your face some more.
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Gith Wisdom Save: 1d20+7 16

[Cyprian Kircheis]

He turns to the Tiefling repeating the spell, "What about you darling? Care to let us in the fun?"

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He didn't tell his buddy! Cyprian tries to probe the Tiefling's mind.

[Flession]

The Tiefling continues to mutter something, and in his mind it is also swimming in chaos.

They were either trained to deal with this sort of invasion of their minds or it was already hard to even focus.

Tiefer Save: 1d20 18