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Cinder holds out a hand and fires off a Firebolt at Gmork. She moves to position herself away from any of the remaining enemies and near harm new allies.
Flames explode across Gmork's chest as it surges out of the fog, its fur burning, to attack Shirin as he tries to move to flank it. It lashes out with its maw and claws, trying to rend the Witcher, but is unable to make any sort of meaningful impact against him. Then its mouth opens wide and a haze of golden energy seems to flow gently out of Shirin and into the Gmork's mouth...
This required a Constitution Save from Shirin. I rolled from the character sheet so that I could move this event forward. Shirin, if you'd like to check the game log from your sheet, you'll see a Con Save of 10, which didn't pass the threshold against this attack.
The Gmork seems to revivify as it drains Shirin's life, but the Witcher doesn't go down.
There is noise coming from the buildings around the dread wolf as it begins to laugh...and zombies pour out into the common around them. Doors break down. Old windows shatter as undead bodies flip from the buildings and into the street only to rise and shamble toward the nearest of the heroes.
Outside the wind howls and the thunder roars. There is a smell of ozone from striking lightning. Wind howls from the mouth of the cave entrance that let them into Atlantis.
"Sstrike me down!" The Gmork taunts as it pads around Shirin, positioning its sparking body closer and closer to the house behind them, obviously preparing itself to move away if an opportunity arises. "Do you hear the sstorm? That iss the Nothing! And when I die, it will erasse this place from exisstence and your misssion will fail! Go on! Kill me! KILL ME!"
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Shavaris listens as the Gmork taunts Shirin, looking around to the next with a question clear on her face. Not knowing a lot about the Nothing, she asks the ones around her, "Is he right? Will killing it erase this place from existence, including us?"
Focusing on the threat in front of her, she and Eloise flank the closest one of the zombies to her. Making a sour face from the stench of them, she draws up her rapiers and attacks. Moving onto the next zombie the same way if one falls.
Two masses of zombies appear. The first has eight zombies in it and pours from the buildings in front of Shavaris, Dageron, Oten, and Stasolya. The second appears near Shirin, and has six zombies in it.
A particularly big and nasty zombie stumbles out ahead of its peers as Shavaris moves in for the kill and tanks all of her attacks. Pieces of it fall away...but it keeps coming, seemingly unfazed by her attacks...
Three zombies near Gmork and Shirin turn and begin to move toward the Witcher...
"I don't know!"Bellows Oten as he tries to hold off the horde with his shield, stabbing away at nearby zombies. "But this might not be the place to stand our ground! We may have to stick and move."
Attack: 25 Damage: 11 magical piercing
Attack: 16 Damage: 10 magical piercing
His iron defender takes up position beside him, lashing out with its own weapon as it tries to intercept any attacks coming toward Oten
Attack: 15 Damage: 9 force damage
Reaction: Imposes disadvantage on the first attack against Oten
Oten's javelin finds the monster zombie bearing down on them and punches two big holes in it. The zombie stumbles, looking like it's had better days even for a dead guy, then continues its shambling movement forward. The steel defender lashes out at one of the other zombies, carving a nasty gash in it.
Three zombies behind the Gmork shamble forward, closing the distance with Shirin...
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Shirin closes the distance to Gmork, marking his quarry as he does so (Bonus action Hunter's Mark on Gmork). He wasn't sure whether or not Gmork was telling the truth, but he didn't have time to finding out. He was hurting, and this was the source of his pain. Time to let the longsword do the talking.
Attack 1: 11 Damage: 13 + 5 Thunder Damage from Absorb Elements + 4 Hunter's Mark
Attack 2: 13 Damage: 11 + 2 Hunter's Mark
(He will cast the Quen sign[Shield] on himself as a reaction if he is attacked, raising AC to 25 until his next turn)
The Gmork gives a hideous gurgle as the sword strike turns it in place, laying it on its side. In the same instance, all of the zombies filing into the room, and the Bodak, collapse, going limp on the floor.
The Gmork laughs as its legs draw up to its chest. A green eye rolls over to look at Shirin, and the thing snarls before it speaks.
"You think you've won..." It says... "But I will hunt you to the endss of the world..."
The eye begins to glaze over as the Gmork dies, killed by the Witcher...
Shirin stands over the Gmork, breathing heavily, looking down at the crumpled creature.
"If you insist."
He delivers a finalizing coup de grace, pulling the blade out when he's certain it will no longer trouble them. He wipes the blade clean on his black breeches before returning it to its sheathe.
The Gmork doesn't just die. It doesn't just go limp, it doesn't give one last satisfying jerk, a spasm of the muscles as life leaves its body...
It begins to break apart, black chunks floating into the air in perfect cubes, each cube trailed by a smoking-mist of shadows before disappearing as it slowly sublimates and is gone...
With rapiers still in hand, Shavaris watches as the thing called the Gmork breaks apart with it's shadows and disappears. Looking around to make sure that all the undead were not moving, then she sheaths her weapons. The ghostly elf looking apparition near her promptly disappears.
"Well, that was some fine swordsmanship, Mr?" she addresses Shirin. Then looking to the rest, "Everyone else alright? I don't believe I've met any of you?" she tucks her hair behind her pointed ear, addressing the ones that were there when the three of them arrived, "My name is Shavaris Arnuanna. I believe we are here to assist you in retrieving Godzilla?"
The drow looks at Shavaris and nods, "Shirin, of house Nezzoban."He takes his gloves off and rests them on his shoulder before rubbing his hands together. "Good of you to show when you did." He looks at the others that had joined them, nodding at Dageron, the only other familiar face amongst them.
"I am Dageron of Aureki, General of the Kerek-nor, member of the Order of the Phoenix. Let us not waste what we have gained. The enemy may not have been lying and this... Nothing... may be upon us shortly. Let us find our quarry and win this day in earnest." As he speaks, a small, hideous, robed Gremlin child peeks over the shield harness on his back, surveying the littered bodies. It licks its lips and gives an excited, hungry, toothy grin with eyes wide. As it shuffles in place, trying to climb over Dageron's shoulder to get down, he hands it a hunk of jerky and instructs in a low voice. "Not those, you'll be chewing for years. Eat this instead." The little monster savages the jerky with an almost comical bug-eyed expression - though flat, the meat chunk is as big as its head. Dageron takes a look at the spot where the Gmork had been. In an even lower voice, with a growl, he says, "And I will have that hide yet..."
"Well met,"Oten says in his mechanical monotone, keeping his shield and javelin in hand. "I agree that we had best be moving. I do not like this place, nor do I trust it."
"You think? That the nothing may be upon us? Do you know anything about this? Does anyone? This is all very new to me, I am sorry. But you're right, let's press on."
Shavaris, feeling confused about their recent foe, their situation, the new companions she finds herself with, and then... something pokes it's little head out from behind the one called Dageron's shield. "I uh, well.. nevermind." she watches in amazement as Dageron feeds it and then moves on.
Looking around, she sees several different directions to head from where they are standing. "Anyone have a clue as to which way to go?"
As the Gmork dies and the zombies fall lifeless, the aggressive tune from Stasolya's bagpipes begins to modulate and ends on a triumphant victory march. In fact she lifts her hooves and starts ready to lead the charge towards their goal, the music now accompanying Dageron's call to action. But she wraps up the tune on a determined note and pushes the pipes back behind her. Belatedly, she nods in greeting to the new faces and smiles. "Where you lead, we will follow."
A deeper look at this huge cavern they stand in reveals there are five additional corridors leading into other chambers, each chamber showing signs of buildings and constructions within. The room is quiet, and the air is still and stale and wet smelling. Nothing seems to be stirring, and the restless dead seem to have gone back to their slumber. The shadows have even stopped moving. All appears to be calm.
Shavaris lowers her Eyes of the Eagle goggles over her eyes and looks toward each of the five corridor options that seem to be laid out for them. It takes her a moment, then she stops, lifts them back onto the top of her head and addresses the group.
"Well, they all appear to be about the same, other than that one there," she points to the corridor directly to the North, "Has a strange orange glow that seems very out of place here. Unless someone objects, I am going to sneak up and see if I can get a better look. I'll be right back."
In the quiet of the room as Shavaris heads North, her new companions can tell that the footwear she wears doesn't make a sound as she creeps away from them down the corridor.
As Shavaris leaves to scout, Dageron looks around at the structures long abandoned. "We are in the open, and this Godzilla may not be friendly to us. Perhaps we should scout within those nearest the path North, so she will have a safe fallback?"
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Cinder holds out a hand and fires off a Firebolt at Gmork. She moves to position herself away from any of the remaining enemies and near harm new allies.
Firebolt: 24 Damage: 13
Flames explode across Gmork's chest as it surges out of the fog, its fur burning, to attack Shirin as he tries to move to flank it. It lashes out with its maw and claws, trying to rend the Witcher, but is unable to make any sort of meaningful impact against him. Then its mouth opens wide and a haze of golden energy seems to flow gently out of Shirin and into the Gmork's mouth...
This required a Constitution Save from Shirin. I rolled from the character sheet so that I could move this event forward. Shirin, if you'd like to check the game log from your sheet, you'll see a Con Save of 10, which didn't pass the threshold against this attack.
The Gmork seems to revivify as it drains Shirin's life, but the Witcher doesn't go down.
There is noise coming from the buildings around the dread wolf as it begins to laugh...and zombies pour out into the common around them. Doors break down. Old windows shatter as undead bodies flip from the buildings and into the street only to rise and shamble toward the nearest of the heroes.
Outside the wind howls and the thunder roars. There is a smell of ozone from striking lightning. Wind howls from the mouth of the cave entrance that let them into Atlantis.
"Sstrike me down!" The Gmork taunts as it pads around Shirin, positioning its sparking body closer and closer to the house behind them, obviously preparing itself to move away if an opportunity arises. "Do you hear the sstorm? That iss the Nothing! And when I die, it will erasse this place from exisstence and your misssion will fail! Go on! Kill me! KILL ME!"
And it laughs...and laughs...and laughs...
Updated Post Order
Shirin
Stasolya
Dageron
Dungeon Master
Tuto
Kit-Tik
Dungeon Master
Cinder
Dungeon Master
Shavaris
Dungeon Master
Oten
Dungeon Master
It is Shavaris's turn!
DM of AURYN: The Measure of Devotion - Escape from New York
DM of Legacy of NIMH
Shavaris listens as the Gmork taunts Shirin, looking around to the next with a question clear on her face. Not knowing a lot about the Nothing, she asks the ones around her, "Is he right? Will killing it erase this place from existence, including us?"
Focusing on the threat in front of her, she and Eloise flank the closest one of the zombies to her. Making a sour face from the stench of them, she draws up her rapiers and attacks. Moving onto the next zombie the same way if one falls.
Attack: 18 Damage: 10
Attack: 26 Damage: 12
Attack: 28 Damage: 8
Sneak Attack damage to add 9
Two masses of zombies appear. The first has eight zombies in it and pours from the buildings in front of Shavaris, Dageron, Oten, and Stasolya. The second appears near Shirin, and has six zombies in it.
A particularly big and nasty zombie stumbles out ahead of its peers as Shavaris moves in for the kill and tanks all of her attacks. Pieces of it fall away...but it keeps coming, seemingly unfazed by her attacks...
Three zombies near Gmork and Shirin turn and begin to move toward the Witcher...
Updated Post Order
Shirin
Stasolya
Dageron
Dungeon Master
Tuto
Kit-Tik
Dungeon Master
Cinder
Dungeon Master
Shavaris
Dungeon Master
Oten
Dungeon Master
It is Oten's turn!
DM of AURYN: The Measure of Devotion - Escape from New York
DM of Legacy of NIMH
"I don't know!" Bellows Oten as he tries to hold off the horde with his shield, stabbing away at nearby zombies. "But this might not be the place to stand our ground! We may have to stick and move."
Attack: 25 Damage: 11 magical piercing
Attack: 16 Damage: 10 magical piercing
His iron defender takes up position beside him, lashing out with its own weapon as it tries to intercept any attacks coming toward Oten
Attack: 15 Damage: 9 force damage
Reaction: Imposes disadvantage on the first attack against Oten
Oten's javelin finds the monster zombie bearing down on them and punches two big holes in it. The zombie stumbles, looking like it's had better days even for a dead guy, then continues its shambling movement forward. The steel defender lashes out at one of the other zombies, carving a nasty gash in it.
Three zombies behind the Gmork shamble forward, closing the distance with Shirin...
Updated Post Order
Shirin
Stasolya
Dageron
Dungeon Master
Tuto
Kit-Tik
Dungeon Master
Cinder
Dungeon Master
Shavaris
Dungeon Master
Oten
Dungeon Master
It is Shirin's turn!
DM of AURYN: The Measure of Devotion - Escape from New York
DM of Legacy of NIMH
Shirin closes the distance to Gmork, marking his quarry as he does so (Bonus action Hunter's Mark on Gmork). He wasn't sure whether or not Gmork was telling the truth, but he didn't have time to finding out. He was hurting, and this was the source of his pain. Time to let the longsword do the talking.
Attack 1: 11 Damage: 13 + 5 Thunder Damage from Absorb Elements + 4 Hunter's Mark
Attack 2: 13 Damage: 11 + 2 Hunter's Mark
(He will cast the Quen sign[Shield] on himself as a reaction if he is attacked, raising AC to 25 until his next turn)
(additional damage dice for the crit)
5 Additional Thunder Damage
1 Additional Slashing Damage
The Gmork gives a hideous gurgle as the sword strike turns it in place, laying it on its side. In the same instance, all of the zombies filing into the room, and the Bodak, collapse, going limp on the floor.
The Gmork laughs as its legs draw up to its chest. A green eye rolls over to look at Shirin, and the thing snarls before it speaks.
"You think you've won..." It says... "But I will hunt you to the endss of the world..."
The eye begins to glaze over as the Gmork dies, killed by the Witcher...
The storm outside begins to dissipate...
DM of AURYN: The Measure of Devotion - Escape from New York
DM of Legacy of NIMH
Shirin stands over the Gmork, breathing heavily, looking down at the crumpled creature.
"If you insist."
He delivers a finalizing coup de grace, pulling the blade out when he's certain it will no longer trouble them. He wipes the blade clean on his black breeches before returning it to its sheathe.
The Gmork doesn't just die. It doesn't just go limp, it doesn't give one last satisfying jerk, a spasm of the muscles as life leaves its body...
It begins to break apart, black chunks floating into the air in perfect cubes, each cube trailed by a smoking-mist of shadows before disappearing as it slowly sublimates and is gone...
DM of AURYN: The Measure of Devotion - Escape from New York
DM of Legacy of NIMH
With rapiers still in hand, Shavaris watches as the thing called the Gmork breaks apart with it's shadows and disappears. Looking around to make sure that all the undead were not moving, then she sheaths her weapons. The ghostly elf looking apparition near her promptly disappears.
"Well, that was some fine swordsmanship, Mr?" she addresses Shirin. Then looking to the rest, "Everyone else alright? I don't believe I've met any of you?" she tucks her hair behind her pointed ear, addressing the ones that were there when the three of them arrived, "My name is Shavaris Arnuanna. I believe we are here to assist you in retrieving Godzilla?"
The drow looks at Shavaris and nods, "Shirin, of house Nezzoban." He takes his gloves off and rests them on his shoulder before rubbing his hands together. "Good of you to show when you did." He looks at the others that had joined them, nodding at Dageron, the only other familiar face amongst them.
"I am Dageron of Aureki, General of the Kerek-nor, member of the Order of the Phoenix. Let us not waste what we have gained. The enemy may not have been lying and this... Nothing... may be upon us shortly. Let us find our quarry and win this day in earnest." As he speaks, a small, hideous, robed Gremlin child peeks over the shield harness on his back, surveying the littered bodies. It licks its lips and gives an excited, hungry, toothy grin with eyes wide. As it shuffles in place, trying to climb over Dageron's shoulder to get down, he hands it a hunk of jerky and instructs in a low voice. "Not those, you'll be chewing for years. Eat this instead." The little monster savages the jerky with an almost comical bug-eyed expression - though flat, the meat chunk is as big as its head. Dageron takes a look at the spot where the Gmork had been. In an even lower voice, with a growl, he says, "And I will have that hide yet..."
"Well met," Oten says in his mechanical monotone, keeping his shield and javelin in hand. "I agree that we had best be moving. I do not like this place, nor do I trust it."
"You think? That the nothing may be upon us? Do you know anything about this? Does anyone? This is all very new to me, I am sorry. But you're right, let's press on."
Shavaris, feeling confused about their recent foe, their situation, the new companions she finds herself with, and then... something pokes it's little head out from behind the one called Dageron's shield. "I uh, well.. nevermind." she watches in amazement as Dageron feeds it and then moves on.
Looking around, she sees several different directions to head from where they are standing. "Anyone have a clue as to which way to go?"
As the Gmork dies and the zombies fall lifeless, the aggressive tune from Stasolya's bagpipes begins to modulate and ends on a triumphant victory march. In fact she lifts her hooves and starts ready to lead the charge towards their goal, the music now accompanying Dageron's call to action. But she wraps up the tune on a determined note and pushes the pipes back behind her. Belatedly, she nods in greeting to the new faces and smiles. "Where you lead, we will follow."
A deeper look at this huge cavern they stand in reveals there are five additional corridors leading into other chambers, each chamber showing signs of buildings and constructions within. The room is quiet, and the air is still and stale and wet smelling. Nothing seems to be stirring, and the restless dead seem to have gone back to their slumber. The shadows have even stopped moving. All appears to be calm.
DM of AURYN: The Measure of Devotion - Escape from New York
DM of Legacy of NIMH
Shavaris lowers her Eyes of the Eagle goggles over her eyes and looks toward each of the five corridor options that seem to be laid out for them. It takes her a moment, then she stops, lifts them back onto the top of her head and addresses the group.
"Well, they all appear to be about the same, other than that one there," she points to the corridor directly to the North, "Has a strange orange glow that seems very out of place here. Unless someone objects, I am going to sneak up and see if I can get a better look. I'll be right back."
In the quiet of the room as Shavaris heads North, her new companions can tell that the footwear she wears doesn't make a sound as she creeps away from them down the corridor.
As Shavaris leaves to scout, Dageron looks around at the structures long abandoned. "We are in the open, and this Godzilla may not be friendly to us. Perhaps we should scout within those nearest the path North, so she will have a safe fallback?"