Sirithal points towards the Shrike that just skewered the poor mouseling, and an actinic ray of cold blue light springs forth, striking it squarely in the chest. (20 to hit, 5 damage, 10 less movement speed for a round).
Blackbur manages to stay astride the bird, but the sharp spine penetrates his armor and pierces his side, scraping half the length of his back. Kilmorrow continues to fight, from within the shrike’s clutches, until his pummeling elicits a response: “Stop kicking or I will drop you.”
Blackbur takes 6 dmg from the spine.
To Sirithal’s dismay, his arctic evocation appears to have no effect on the shrike above!
Hurdrak, looks between the two shrikes unsure which to focus on. Both have prey secured. He chitters his fangs in frustration and releases another sword slash at the one with the mouseling and skitters towards his pinned comrade.
Eldrich blast by pinned mouse lingerie
Attack: 7 Damage: 2 + 1 force from hex spell
Move action: move towards Blackbur, had climbing speeding so no check should be needed to get up
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Being astonished at the sudden encounter of the third Shrike, the rabbit ranger lights up a torch and moves forward 5 feet. Then with her Rabbit Hop action, she gains 9 feet and throws the burning torch at the Shrike.
As the new shrike flaps away from the mouseling it has pinned, the eldritch blast catches it in its flank. “Ack!!Ack!!”
It starts to turn its ire toward the offending spider, when it does a double-take. There is a mouse riding upon its remaining companion, and it is heading up to meet him!
Sirithal quickly gauges the relative health of their opponents, and realizes that the one commandeered by Blackbur has only suffered one small injury, while the new one has already suffered from magical blasts and lashes. The latter is worse for wear, but still flying, and still a threat to be reckoned with.
As though to reinforce this assessment, the shrike swoops closer to Hurdrak and hovers, buffeting the spider with its rapidly fluttering wings. A thunderous clap sounds, triggering a series of tiny avalanches from the branches above, as a wave of force sweeps toward the unfortunate arachnid.
I need a Constitution saving throw from Hurdrak.
Erhard slips up the tree, unnoticed in the chaos, and manages to land his hook on the new shrike, securely catching it in its mantle! From his vantage, he also notices that it is wearing a capelet of white feathers that are not its own, not attached.
Erhard exhales as sees his hook take hold, and when he can, he grabs on to the line, dagger in hand, and attempts to climb atop the Shrike and cut loose the capelet.
Sirithal mutters some arcane phrases again, and points upwards, firing 3 fast moving sparks of energy. Two impact with the more-badly injured Shrike, and one with the less-injured Shrike. (3 force damage per missile)
Dixie and Sirithal are on the ground at the base of the tree. One of the first shrikes to attack lies dead on the ground nearby. Dixie has just fired her crossbow at the new shrike. The bolt flies true, straight at its breast, but at the last moment the bird catches it in its claws and disdainfully casts it aside. Sirithal has cast magic missiles at both shrikes above, though they both still fly.
Healer Heidi is desperately attempting to scale the tree toward her stuck mouseling, but she is not having an easy time of it. Many mice are graceful climbers, but she, unfortunately, is not one of them. The other two mouselings are yet high in the tree, on the shelf of fungus.
The second shrike from the original pair has Kilmorrow in its clutches, and has now been commandeered by Blackbur, ascending toward the third shrike at sword point.
Mistral and Erhard are partway up the tree, using thorn whip and hook upon the third shrike, above, hindering its movement somewhat. They do not prevent it from sending a thunderous wave of energy toward Hurdrak, however, with a resounding clap. Tiny avalanches of snow cascade down upon them from the branches above.
Thus is the present state of the Honeylocust Shrike Skirmish. Blackbur and his reluctant steed near their target, just as Erhard attempts to climb atop and cut loose its feathered capelet.
Please consider this the top of the next round. You may all take your actions. Hurdrak, making his save, suffers 5 dmg and is not pushed back by the thunderwave.
Sirithal looks up, frustrated that the magic remaining to him is unlikely to be effective. Instead he turns and concentrates on examining the fallen shrike to look for clues to either its allegiance, its purpose here, or any weaknesses...
As the line swings wildly with the powerful beats of the Shrike's wings Erhard clasps on to the line hand over hand muttering to himself. "Just don't fall, just don't fall," shaking nervously as he goes upward, reaching the top of the line he takes a deep breathe and a long sigh and looks at the feathered cape adorning it. "This is immediately the stupidest thing I've ever done." he whispers as his dagger slices through the bindings of the cape and he pulls it away, yanks loose his hook and prepares to strike at the avian assailant.
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Blackbur raises his sword high as his ‘mount’ approaches the target. He’ll steel his nerves and prepare to kill the target bird, still oblivious to Killmorrow.
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Dixie draws out another dagger, at the same time attempting to make an unusually high jump instead of climbing up. She will try to hold onto one of the spines and wait for an opportunity for the Shrikes to lose their advantage.
In an outrageous feat of physical prowess, Dixie leaps high and grasps a thick spine jutting out from the thorny tree.
Blackbur drives his sword deep into the shrike’s breast, and knows he has slain it. Erhard has the curious feathered capelet in hand, but finds himself in the awkward position of riding astride a dead bird!
Awkward quickly turns to perilous as, out of nowhere, a great snowy owl swoops in and grasps the dead shrike in its talons. It lands nearby and, ignoring Erhard and his prize, proceeds to unhurriedly eat the shrike, heedless of the patrol.
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What felt like almost an impossible squirmish to be dealt with, just turned into an optimistic opportunity. Dixie exclaims with joy and shouts with renewed energy, "Sweet mother of Bunnyheads, another Shrike has fallen down!" or got eaten? To her fellow fighters it might sound like a hiccup, but she continues with a tone of intimidation addressing the remaining Shrike, "Surrender now! Or Die!"
Mistral first frees the traumatised impaled mouseling and returns him to Heidi. Leaving the injured mouseling in their mother's care, he flies up to the shelf of fungus and, having reassured the frightened mouselings, carries them one at a time down to the snowy ground below.
This task complete, he rests his exhausted wings whilst scanning for any further threat from shrikes - or owl.
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Blackbur grabs a fistful of feather and tries to steer the bird away from the spikes to regain control of the shrike.
animal handling 10
Paladin - warforged - orange
Sirithal points towards the Shrike that just skewered the poor mouseling, and an actinic ray of cold blue light springs forth, striking it squarely in the chest. (20 to hit, 5 damage, 10 less movement speed for a round).
Blackbur manages to stay astride the bird, but the sharp spine penetrates his armor and pierces his side, scraping half the length of his back. Kilmorrow continues to fight, from within the shrike’s clutches, until his pummeling elicits a response: “Stop kicking or I will drop you.”
Blackbur takes 6 dmg from the spine.
To Sirithal’s dismay, his arctic evocation appears to have no effect on the shrike above!
Hurdrak, looks between the two shrikes unsure which to focus on. Both have prey secured. He chitters his fangs in frustration and releases another sword slash at the one with the mouseling and skitters towards his pinned comrade.
Eldrich blast by pinned mouse lingerie
Attack: 7 Damage: 2 + 1 force from hex spell
Move action: move towards Blackbur, had climbing speeding so no check should be needed to get up
Secured on tightly to the end of the line Erhard tosses the hook at the new Shrike that's appeared
Attack Roll: 10
Being astonished at the sudden encounter of the third Shrike, the rabbit ranger lights up a torch and moves forward 5 feet. Then with her Rabbit Hop action, she gains 9 feet and throws the burning torch at the Shrike.
Fire Damage: 1 Bludgeoning Damage: 2
InkedBee (Undead_Analyst)
Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts - Jenviel Tsumara: Fallen Aasimar- Monk|Crimson Sands of Time - Navarra Iltazyara: Human- Druid/Warlock| Bleak Prospect - Ermasnietsz: Reborn- Clockwork Soul Sorcerer
As the new shrike flaps away from the mouseling it has pinned, the eldritch blast catches it in its flank. “Ack!!Ack!!”
It starts to turn its ire toward the offending spider, when it does a double-take. There is a mouse riding upon its remaining companion, and it is heading up to meet him!
Sirithal quickly gauges the relative health of their opponents, and realizes that the one commandeered by Blackbur has only suffered one small injury, while the new one has already suffered from magical blasts and lashes. The latter is worse for wear, but still flying, and still a threat to be reckoned with.
As though to reinforce this assessment, the shrike swoops closer to Hurdrak and hovers, buffeting the spider with its rapidly fluttering wings. A thunderous clap sounds, triggering a series of tiny avalanches from the branches above, as a wave of force sweeps toward the unfortunate arachnid.
I need a Constitution saving throw from Hurdrak.
Erhard slips up the tree, unnoticed in the chaos, and manages to land his hook on the new shrike, securely catching it in its mantle! From his vantage, he also notices that it is wearing a capelet of white feathers that are not its own, not attached.
Erhard exhales as sees his hook take hold, and when he can, he grabs on to the line, dagger in hand, and attempts to climb atop the Shrike and cut loose the capelet.
Acrobatics:24
Dagger Attack: 26
Sirithal mutters some arcane phrases again, and points upwards, firing 3 fast moving sparks of energy. Two impact with the more-badly injured Shrike, and one with the less-injured Shrike. (3 force damage per missile)
Hurdrak con save 19
Dixie and Sirithal are on the ground at the base of the tree. One of the first shrikes to attack lies dead on the ground nearby. Dixie has just fired her crossbow at the new shrike. The bolt flies true, straight at its breast, but at the last moment the bird catches it in its claws and disdainfully casts it aside. Sirithal has cast magic missiles at both shrikes above, though they both still fly.
Healer Heidi is desperately attempting to scale the tree toward her stuck mouseling, but she is not having an easy time of it. Many mice are graceful climbers, but she, unfortunately, is not one of them. The other two mouselings are yet high in the tree, on the shelf of fungus.
The second shrike from the original pair has Kilmorrow in its clutches, and has now been commandeered by Blackbur, ascending toward the third shrike at sword point.
Mistral and Erhard are partway up the tree, using thorn whip and hook upon the third shrike, above, hindering its movement somewhat. They do not prevent it from sending a thunderous wave of energy toward Hurdrak, however, with a resounding clap. Tiny avalanches of snow cascade down upon them from the branches above.
Thus is the present state of the Honeylocust Shrike Skirmish. Blackbur and his reluctant steed near their target, just as Erhard attempts to climb atop and cut loose its feathered capelet.
Please consider this the top of the next round. You may all take your actions.
Hurdrak, making his save, suffers 5 dmg and is not pushed back by the thunderwave.
Sirithal looks up, frustrated that the magic remaining to him is unlikely to be effective. Instead he turns and concentrates on examining the fallen shrike to look for clues to either its allegiance, its purpose here, or any weaknesses...
Investigation: 18
As the line swings wildly with the powerful beats of the Shrike's wings Erhard clasps on to the line hand over hand muttering to himself. "Just don't fall, just don't fall," shaking nervously as he goes upward, reaching the top of the line he takes a deep breathe and a long sigh and looks at the feathered cape adorning it. "This is immediately the stupidest thing I've ever done." he whispers as his dagger slices through the bindings of the cape and he pulls it away, yanks loose his hook and prepares to strike at the avian assailant.
Blackbur raises his sword high as his ‘mount’ approaches the target. He’ll steel his nerves and prepare to kill the target bird, still oblivious to Killmorrow.
Second wind: 11
Held sword swing Attack: 7 Damage: 6
Paladin - warforged - orange
Sirithal discovers a silver band around the fallen shrike’s leg. Closer inspection reveals the following inscription:
“Winter’s Reign Forevermore”
Also, please make an Arcana check.
Dixie draws out another dagger, at the same time attempting to make an unusually high jump instead of climbing up. She will try to hold onto one of the spines and wait for an opportunity for the Shrikes to lose their advantage.
Strength (Athletics): 21
InkedBee (Undead_Analyst)
Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts - Jenviel Tsumara: Fallen Aasimar- Monk|Crimson Sands of Time - Navarra Iltazyara: Human- Druid/Warlock| Bleak Prospect - Ermasnietsz: Reborn- Clockwork Soul Sorcerer
In an outrageous feat of physical prowess, Dixie leaps high and grasps a thick spine jutting out from the thorny tree.
Blackbur drives his sword deep into the shrike’s breast, and knows he has slain it. Erhard has the curious feathered capelet in hand, but finds himself in the awkward position of riding astride a dead bird!
Awkward quickly turns to perilous as, out of nowhere, a great snowy owl swoops in and grasps the dead shrike in its talons. It lands nearby and, ignoring Erhard and his prize, proceeds to unhurriedly eat the shrike, heedless of the patrol.
What felt like almost an impossible squirmish to be dealt with, just turned into an optimistic opportunity. Dixie exclaims with joy and shouts with renewed energy, "Sweet mother of Bunnyheads, another Shrike has fallen down!" or got eaten? To her fellow fighters it might sound like a hiccup, but she continues with a tone of intimidation addressing the remaining Shrike, "Surrender now! Or Die!"
Charisma (Intimidation): 19
InkedBee (Undead_Analyst)
Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts - Jenviel Tsumara: Fallen Aasimar- Monk|Crimson Sands of Time - Navarra Iltazyara: Human- Druid/Warlock| Bleak Prospect - Ermasnietsz: Reborn- Clockwork Soul Sorcerer
Mistral flies up to the aid of the stuck mouseling, calling to Healer Heidi as he passes, "Do not fret, my wings will carry me to them."
Mistral first frees the traumatised impaled mouseling and returns him to Heidi. Leaving the injured mouseling in their mother's care, he flies up to the shelf of fungus and, having reassured the frightened mouselings, carries them one at a time down to the snowy ground below.
This task complete, he rests his exhausted wings whilst scanning for any further threat from shrikes - or owl.