Hoard Of The Dragon Queen

Fargen sets Moradin’s spiritual hammer upon #4 and calls down another sacred flame.  “Fall to your death or flee, it matters not. But you feeding time is over.”

spiritual weapon (BA) Attack: 19 Damage: 8

sacred flame (A) DC 15 Dex or 3 radiant

Taking inspiration from Fargen's calls, Thufir spurs himself into action, continuing circle around, waiting for another to approach.

Attack: 28 Damage: 16..

#3 int 19

All the perytons have fallen except one, it attacks the tiethling 

#3 

Claw Attack: 21 Damage: 6 ( -2 To attack roll) 

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 Nobody practically hissed out the word of arcane potential as he threw up a hand, creating for just an instance a ward of magic. Although doing so left him unsteady in the saddled, such discomfort only slowed him for a second, before he'd then eventually draw forth his dagger and plunged it into the Perton as it drew in to attack once more. Even after pulling back the blade black flames continued for a second to scorch the wound, summoned forth as they were using blade and blood as a catalyst within the brief window affording the tiefling. 

Fargen spurs his horse to close the distance to Nobody and the remaining eagle-stage.  The glowing hammer floats toward it and attacks.  Moradin's flame immediately follows, "It does not flee, so we end this now."

spiritual weapon (BA): Attack: 23 Damage: 11 force

sacred flame (A): DC 15 Dex or 12 radiant

Kissa simply ran and hid under a tree, confident the more martial among her new friends could take care of it and being unable to harm the thing unless it attacked her again.

The last one falls, under the weight of attacks.

Out of combat, Thufir and Fargen hear a moaning of pain in a nearby briar patch.

As the last one fell Kissa moved over to it to begin dressing the carcass......she wasn't sure if they were palatable, being carnivores, but at the very least she could get herself some interesting feathers, antlers and claws for decorations.

Thufir looks back towards the cultists to see what they’re doing this, whipping blood from his blade.

perception 9

Fargen looks to his companions, "Who's hurt?"  He sees Kissa's wounds, "Let's close some of these up first, eh?"  He touches Kissa to cure wounds for 13 hps.  He then follows Thufir to find the other wounded.

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As the last one fell Kissa moved over to it to begin dressing the carcass......she wasn't sure if they were palatable, being carnivores, but at the very least she could get herself some interesting feathers, antlers and claws for decorations.

 The creature has the body of a giant eagle with dark green feathers. Its head, however, is covered in blue-black hair and is roughly the shape of a deer's. Its maw is full of jagged fangs, and its talons are as sharp as razors. On the top of its head is a set of extremely sharp and strong antlers, which are as hard as steel and jet black in color [a male had light blue chest feathers, while a female's were pale brown]. It eyes glow with an orange-red color. Its strangest feature is that its shadow appears humanoid rather than reflecting the creature's physical form.

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A mans voice comes from the same briar patch, mentioned above, maybe the man who was dropped earlier by a peryton "Help me" sounding weak.

The cultist are way back in the back, during the battle, they stayed back in the back. Some crossbows can be seen, but not pointed at anyone.

Bissfully unaware and unless called to for assistance, Nobody otherwise busily cleans of his dagger and grumbled to himself before eventually sheathing the blade. He'd then, if but for show, lets out a short, sharp whistle to call Yanda back to his side. But while the flying monkey is doing such, the dead nearby is given one last once over. "W-what a waste.. I-I should've invested in some harvesting tools." He quietly groused.

But as there was not much use crying over spilled milk, he next looks to his allies to give one last once over, and in seeing them relatively well, he urges his mout to stroll back to his employers. "W-well that was a bit exciting, huh?" He'd say to the dwarves, or he would assuming they hadn't run off to the nearby wildnerness when noone was look at them.

Fargen finds the man, "Where there is breath, there is fuel for life's fire..."  He reaches out and sends Moradin's warmth into the man.

8 hps

The man, Achreny Ulyeltin, the wagon master of the caravan, is still entangled in the thorny vines.

Blood- 12

Feather- 11

Antler- 21

Heart- 8

If you have three vials, you can harvest its blood.