Your caution serves you well, Sybil Liadon. You easily spot in the shadows four men in flowing red and black robes. They lurch onto the street. They wear head wraps and face wraps, so that only their cold beady red eyes pierce through you. The cultists draw scimitars and engage.
Zhorvakk immediately steps to your side. A wicked gleam twinkles in his eyes, as he shouts, "I call upon my ancestors, both human and orc. COME! Join me! Let us fight together!"
From the many tattoos painted on his chest, upper arms, shoulders, and back burst forth a legion of spectral figures. It's as though his body was a portal to a different dimension, a link to the world of the dead, to a place the living cannot go, but through him the dead can return to this land and fight alongside him.
Sybil silently watches this take place as she quickly pulls out both her scimitars that had been sheathed on her back, getting ready to fight off the four cultists that started to engage at her and her new companion.
A soldier in rusty armor stumbles across the grass lawn toward you, Madalyn. He is injured. He is 20 feet from the crowd. Open wounds leak precious life force. Whatever journey he undertook in the jungles of Chult has claimed him. He has but a few moments of life left in his bones as his heart pumps the last few ounces of blood. He drops to his knees. His eyes change color and lose their light. He falls face-first onto the grass. His arm falls forward. With his last breath he opens a fist, and from it tumbles a smooth lavender stone.
"Kids, get to your homes. If you don't have one then stay with one of the others. Better safe than sorry after all, and I know that despite my best efforts, I can't protect all 12 of you if something comes after this man to claim his body. Daumu, Polenth, Baaba, Zaduni, make sure that no one gets left behind." Madalyn equips her shield and slowly approaches the now dead man and picks up the stone, pocketing it for later inspection. In the mean time, she prepares for combat, just in case.
Poppy shuffles across the tavern floor to the empty table but only makes it halfway before sighing to herself and turning around to where Omahaand Herman are sitting. She can feel a clawing, gnawing sensation at the back of her mind, warning her to not go back, but she only stops to check her hands once before retaking her previous seat.
She silently listens to Herman and Omaha discuss the offer. She appears indifferent to the conversation taking place but her hand does subtly flex at the mention of artifacts.
Daumu blocks Polenth from threat. In one swift move, he reaches for the Splatterbranch strapped to his back, bringing the thick clunky branch out and forward with one hand. The innocence look on his face never darkens. Bright and bold, he takes his position as the leader's champion. The children gather behind him. Zaduni slips through the crowd and with one small finger taps the club. Light flares. Magic amplifies the weapon's durability. She opens her other hand and sprinkles the club with shamrock leaves and mistletoe. The weapon's features shift from a. bland club to a mighty weapon, a shillelagh. In the firbolg's hands, he could pound down a door with one strike.
Let's hope he doesn't to, Madalyn.
The boys who brought wooden swords, however, gasp. "Like the story Madalyn told." A murmur moves through them. "Yes" they say in unison. "A magic stone."
Xchtiqua (chee-TEE-wah), you know, collects rocks, and it is he who steps toward the soldier.
The cultists, upon seeing the spectral images leap from the half-orc's body veer toward him. From their coordinated movement you can see they intend to Flank the barbarian on his left side, opposite you.
What is the range I have from the Blood Craven? If one of them is within 60ft range of me (either of the ones not flanking Zhorvakk), I'd like to cast Frostbite (cantrip) on one of them after saying "Move no further".[Or hold until one of them comes within 60ft of me]. (You have to make a constitution saving throw of 12 to succeed).
Madalyn casts Thaumaturgy three times under her breath. As the ground starts to tremble, she turns to the kids. Her eyes visibly red, the color that the kids have come to know over the time they've known her as that of anger. This red however, is the brightest they've ever seen it. Madalyn shouts in a booming voice, "Kids, this isn't the time for you to start acting brave! I understand that you all want to help me, but if there's even the slightest hint of danger, I need you all to get to safety! Now then," She turns back around and flames spark up from her hand, "Come at me beasts! I will protect these kids in the name of my god!"
Preparing Sacred Flame cantrip.
OOC: Still haven't figured out which god Madalyn worships. I'm working on it ^^;
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Your caution serves you well, Sybil Liadon. You easily spot in the shadows four men in flowing red and black robes. They lurch onto the street. They wear head wraps and face wraps, so that only their cold beady red eyes pierce through you. The cultists draw scimitars and engage.
Zhorvakk immediately steps to your side. A wicked gleam twinkles in his eyes, as he shouts, "I call upon my ancestors, both human and orc. COME! Join me! Let us fight together!"
From the many tattoos painted on his chest, upper arms, shoulders, and back burst forth a legion of spectral figures. It's as though his body was a portal to a different dimension, a link to the world of the dead, to a place the living cannot go, but through him the dead can return to this land and fight alongside him.
Alongside you as well.
Roll initiative.
Initiative Roll = 19
Sybil silently watches this take place as she quickly pulls out both her scimitars that had been sheathed on her back, getting ready to fight off the four cultists that started to engage at her and her new companion.
A soldier in rusty armor stumbles across the grass lawn toward you, Madalyn. He is injured. He is 20 feet from the crowd. Open wounds leak precious life force. Whatever journey he undertook in the jungles of Chult has claimed him. He has but a few moments of life left in his bones as his heart pumps the last few ounces of blood. He drops to his knees. His eyes change color and lose their light. He falls face-first onto the grass. His arm falls forward. With his last breath he opens a fist, and from it tumbles a smooth lavender stone.
"Kids, get to your homes. If you don't have one then stay with one of the others. Better safe than sorry after all, and I know that despite my best efforts, I can't protect all 12 of you if something comes after this man to claim his body. Daumu, Polenth, Baaba, Zaduni, make sure that no one gets left behind." Madalyn equips her shield and slowly approaches the now dead man and picks up the stone, pocketing it for later inspection. In the mean time, she prepares for combat, just in case.
OoC: Sorry, I have been super busy.
Poppy shuffles across the tavern floor to the empty table but only makes it halfway before sighing to herself and turning around to where Omaha and Herman are sitting. She can feel a clawing, gnawing sensation at the back of her mind, warning her to not go back, but she only stops to check her hands once before retaking her previous seat.
She silently listens to Herman and Omaha discuss the offer. She appears indifferent to the conversation taking place but her hand does subtly flex at the mention of artifacts.
Daumu blocks Polenth from threat. In one swift move, he reaches for the Splatterbranch strapped to his back, bringing the thick clunky branch out and forward with one hand. The innocence look on his face never darkens. Bright and bold, he takes his position as the leader's champion. The children gather behind him. Zaduni slips through the crowd and with one small finger taps the club. Light flares. Magic amplifies the weapon's durability. She opens her other hand and sprinkles the club with shamrock leaves and mistletoe. The weapon's features shift from a. bland club to a mighty weapon, a shillelagh. In the firbolg's hands, he could pound down a door with one strike.
Let's hope he doesn't to, Madalyn.
The boys who brought wooden swords, however, gasp. "Like the story Madalyn told." A murmur moves through them. "Yes" they say in unison. "A magic stone."
Xchtiqua (chee-TEE-wah), you know, collects rocks, and it is he who steps toward the soldier.
Zhorvakk rolls initiative 18
The Blood Craven roll initiative 14
Sybil, you have the lead in the initiative count.
The cultists, upon seeing the spectral images leap from the half-orc's body veer toward him. From their coordinated movement you can see they intend to Flank the barbarian on his left side, opposite you.
What is the range I have from the Blood Craven? If one of them is within 60ft range of me (either of the ones not flanking Zhorvakk), I'd like to cast Frostbite (cantrip) on one of them after saying "Move no further".[Or hold until one of them comes within 60ft of me]. (You have to make a constitution saving throw of 12 to succeed).
Madalyn casts Thaumaturgy three times under her breath. As the ground starts to tremble, she turns to the kids. Her eyes visibly red, the color that the kids have come to know over the time they've known her as that of anger. This red however, is the brightest they've ever seen it. Madalyn shouts in a booming voice, "Kids, this isn't the time for you to start acting brave! I understand that you all want to help me, but if there's even the slightest hint of danger, I need you all to get to safety! Now then," She turns back around and flames spark up from her hand, "Come at me beasts! I will protect these kids in the name of my god!"
Preparing Sacred Flame cantrip.
OOC: Still haven't figured out which god Madalyn worships. I'm working on it ^^;