Friedrych watches the confusion among the bullywugs unfold as they are under the impression that a lizardfolk warband, their hated enemy, is attacking them. 'Good, let the hate flow through you.' He whispers in the darkness. 'Time for party trick #3.'
He once more clutches his amulet whilst muttering an incantation. As the spell progresses, a shape appears from behind a cloud. A body lined with glimmering, icy scales descends from the sky. A wing unfolds, then a second, and a scaly mouth rimmed with teeth opens in sync with the auditory illusion going on to spew forth a mighty roar. For all to see, an Ice Drake has joined the battlefield!
Friedrych directs the Ice Drake to take a passing flight over the encampment, making it do evasive manoeuvres as well as staying out of reach of the spears being thrown by the bullywugs. Each time the Ice Drake opens its mouth, a mighty roar emerges from it, leading on the lizardfolk warband surrounding the encampment.
'CHETIN!'Friedrych yells at their cleric. 'We don't have time for this. Leave the grunts and go get our team before it's too late!' Before he moves back behind the foliage and the darkness of night.
Meanwhile 'Ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew-' 'How are you holding on?' 'Ew ew ew, I hate this, ew ew ew, ew, I hate everything, ew ew ew-' 'Ten more seconds, fifteen tops. Then we're blowing this joint.' 'Ew ew ew ew, ew ew ew ew ew ew ew-'
Mechanics - Friedrych casts Silent Image to conjure the image of an Ice Drake (like a smaller dragon) and times it to sync up with the dragon roars and lizardfolk warcries from his Minor Illusion cast the previous round. - Luthollal is probably twisting and turning in anguish so she's taking the Dodge action.
OOC: I highly advise that everyone currently in the encampment all take a last swing at the bullywug championso that he will be dead at least and then we should all gtfo as we don't have the capability to deal with 20+ bullywugs (huzzah action economy)
The roars are continuing, as now the bullywugs see the "source" of such a thing. Appearing within their camp, a white scaled drake emerges from the darkness, bellowing a gutteral and feral tone, a cloud of misty cool breath emanating from its features. Now the bullywugs are freaking the heck out!
Chetin sends some artillary assistance to strike at the Bullywug Champion in the form of a bolt of dazzling light. Guiding Bolt:7 vs. AC. Hit:11 radiant damage, and the target grants advantage to the next attack roll against it.
The bullywug unfortunately evades out of the way of the bolt, leaving it unharmed.
The Bullywug Champion, seeing the icy drake appear. Seems startled, yet firm in its resolve. It has seen its emnity. It calls to the other bullywugs to attempt to rally them, but it seems futile. Seeing that this battle is lost, it calls again and disengages, followed by jumping onto the giant toad.
INITIATIVE TRACKER
Akaas (21/27 HP) Crispy (21/27 HP) Borg (35/35 HP) Finlan (31/35 HP, raging for 1 turn)
Akaas strides forward again, striking a pair of bullwugs, dropping the first and severely injuring the other. (Bullywugs: 25 left) There are only about four directly between the rest of the party and the champion, Borg, and Crispy.
INITIATIVE TRACKER
Crispy (21/27 HP) Borg (35/35 HP) Finlan (31/35 HP, raging for 1 turn)
Crispy aims high, attacking at the champion who is atop the giant toad. She misses with the first strike, but manages to get a hit with her off-hand weapon. This bullywug's unnaturally sturdiness is keeping it standing, but only just. It looks ready to collapse at any second. (Bullywug Champion: 49 damage)
INITIATIVE TRACKER
Borg (35/35 HP) Finlan (31/35 HP, raging for 1 turn)
Borg, while taller, manages to have a better chance of a swing at the champion. However, it jumps up, letting the swing go between the gap of it and the giant toad.
Finlan rushes forward after Akaas to help take out these remaining bullywugs. Rapier vs. Bullywug:13 vs. AC. Hit:6 piercing damage.
Thanks to them not being prepared or in armour, his strike pierces into the bullywug, helping take down the one Akaas had already struck. (Bullywugs: 24 left)
The Giant Toad, looking around in a panic, decides it doesn't want to hang around. It leaps away from Crispy and Borg (you may make opportunity attacks as a reaction) and attempts to flee the area. (It's 40 feet away after jumping away, so at the far edge of camp.) Lulu, on the other hand, is still trying to endure her sphinctral prison. She has made herself more "flexible" currently to avoid getting crushed any worse. "Crushing" Attack vs. Lulu:5 vs. AC. Hit:6 bludgeoning damage.
Lulu endures for another round!
The Bullywugs, now seeing the scary ice drake, all begin to follow after the giant toad and their champion, who is leading them deeper into the swamp. Some of them get into the boggy water and begin to swim away. The others are attempting to get that far away.
Borg manages to get a good blow onto the back leg of the giant toad as it leaps away, causing it to stagger slightly as it flees. (Giant Toad: 9 damage)
OOC: the bullywug champion should be at 49 damage going by the actual posts instead of the tracker.
'Looks like I've got to do everything around here...' Friedrych mutters to himself. He pops his head and arms out from the foliage and tracks a bead on the bullywug champion. 'Bang.' He says as an eldritch ball of purple-red energy launches from the dark confines of the forest streaking towards the frogman.
Immediately after that, Friedrych makes the illusionary Ice Drake do a low flyby over Crispy and Borg towards the edge of the encampment where he is hidden. Hopefully, the Ice Drake flying so near is frightening enough to clear the path of any and all bullywugs for the rest of the team to make a clean getaway.
'Time for us to leave, wouldn't you say, mister guide? He smirks at the lizard guide who stayed behind.
Mechanics - Lulu will keep using the Dodge action (all attacks made against her have disadvantage) because dismissing a familiar takes an action apparently. - Eldritch Blast against the Bullywug Champion (advantage from being hidden): Attack: 15 Damage: 1
OOC: please tell me that hitting it for 1 damage putting it at 50 makes it dead :/
(You know what? It just might... Let's have a cinematic replay of that, shall we?)
The champion, looking ashamed at his flight, grievously wounded as its mount attempts to flee with it while kept immeasurably uncomfortable by the efforts of the imp-shaped familiar. It stares back in anger at the visage of the white drake, terrorising its companions as they flee, then sees coming towards it, in slow motion, the Eldritch Blast that would have its name on it if it was ever given one. Striking it right in the heart, the bullywug champion lets out a winded breath, collapsing as it falls from the back of the giant toad. (Bullywug Champion: Defeated, 50 damage.)
INITIATIVE TRACKER
Chetin (24/24 HP)
Bullywug Champion (49 damage)
Akaas (21/27 HP) Crispy (21/27 HP) Borg (35/35 HP) Finlan (31/35 HP, raging for 2 turns)
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Chetin runs over to the sword and picks it up. He holds it above him and shouts out, "Your champion has been bested! Lay down your arms! Do not throw your lives away for this rivalry! You both can live and prosper with each other! Don't fight till all your history remembers is hatred towards the lizardfolk. Let there be greater memoirs for your children and future generations!"
Chetin rushes forward, collecting the blade and shouting a rousing speech. Normally, this sort of rallying would be fruitful, but there are two minor details that Chetin didn't take into account:
The bullywugs do not understand the common tongue.
They are still fleeing from the big scary white drake that appeared out of nowhere.
The bullywugs seem to be routed, scattering throughout the swamp in various directions. The battle is won, and only a handful of casualties for the enemy's side.
The giant toad keeps leaping away, terrified of the drake's presence, Lulu straining in agony as it clenches.
"May Selune guide your steps in the night, and bring them to the new dawn," Akaas says with a resigned sigh. He surveys the few bodies strewn about them with disappointment before looking at Crispy and Borg. "Uninjured?"
She turns to everyone else. “Hells, I sure taught those two a lesson.” She looks around for a moment, doing a headcount. “Say. Where’s your stupid imp..thing?” she waves her hand around vaguely, doing her best to simulate concern, but the activity becomes exhausting and gives up, turning to something she did care about, the monk.
”I could use a heal, old man, thanks.”
(OOC: on phone not looking at sheet. If im ok the distegard above request)
(Yep, they are bellowing croaks and basically just panicking and attacking anything that is not them nearby right now...)
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
OOC: Oh right, it's my turn in initiative.
Friedrych watches the confusion among the bullywugs unfold as they are under the impression that a lizardfolk warband, their hated enemy, is attacking them. 'Good, let the hate flow through you.' He whispers in the darkness. 'Time for party trick #3.'
He once more clutches his amulet whilst muttering an incantation. As the spell progresses, a shape appears from behind a cloud. A body lined with glimmering, icy scales descends from the sky. A wing unfolds, then a second, and a scaly mouth rimmed with teeth opens in sync with the auditory illusion going on to spew forth a mighty roar. For all to see, an Ice Drake has joined the battlefield!
Friedrych directs the Ice Drake to take a passing flight over the encampment, making it do evasive manoeuvres as well as staying out of reach of the spears being thrown by the bullywugs. Each time the Ice Drake opens its mouth, a mighty roar emerges from it, leading on the lizardfolk warband surrounding the encampment.
'CHETIN!' Friedrych yells at their cleric. 'We don't have time for this. Leave the grunts and go get our team before it's too late!' Before he moves back behind the foliage and the darkness of night.
Meanwhile
'Ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew-'
'How are you holding on?'
'Ew ew ew, I hate this, ew ew ew, ew, I hate everything, ew ew ew-'
'Ten more seconds, fifteen tops. Then we're blowing this joint.'
'Ew ew ew ew, ew ew ew ew ew ew ew-'
Mechanics
- Friedrych casts Silent Image to conjure the image of an Ice Drake (like a smaller dragon) and times it to sync up with the dragon roars and lizardfolk warcries from his Minor Illusion cast the previous round.
- Luthollal is probably twisting and turning in anguish so she's taking the Dodge action.
OOC: I highly advise that everyone currently in the encampment all take a last swing at the bullywug champion so that he will be dead at least and then we should all gtfo as we don't have the capability to deal with 20+ bullywugs (huzzah action economy)
William Brackwater: Human Fighter - The Windward Isles
The roars are continuing, as now the bullywugs see the "source" of such a thing. Appearing within their camp, a white scaled drake emerges from the darkness, bellowing a gutteral and feral tone, a cloud of misty cool breath emanating from its features. Now the bullywugs are freaking the heck out!
Chetin sends some artillary assistance to strike at the Bullywug Champion in the form of a bolt of dazzling light.
Guiding Bolt: 7 vs. AC. Hit: 11 radiant damage, and the target grants advantage to the next attack roll against it.
The bullywug unfortunately evades out of the way of the bolt, leaving it unharmed.
The Bullywug Champion, seeing the icy drake appear. Seems startled, yet firm in its resolve. It has seen its emnity. It calls to the other bullywugs to attempt to rally them, but it seems futile. Seeing that this battle is lost, it calls again and disengages, followed by jumping onto the giant toad.
INITIATIVE TRACKER
Akaas (21/27 HP)
Crispy (21/27 HP)
Borg (35/35 HP)
Finlan (31/35 HP, raging for 1 turn)
Giant Toad (Uninjured)
END OF ROUND
Bullywugs (26 left)
Friedrych (21/21 HP) & Lulu (6/10 HP)
Chetin (24/24 HP)
Bullywug Champion (37 damage)
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
Still, the ancient halfling, Akaas, attempts to clear a path for his friends with his staff and flurry of blows.
Two-Hand Quarterstaff Attack: 23; Damage: 5 bludgeoning damage
Unarmed Strike Attack: 25; Damage: 9 magic bludgeoning damage
Unarmed Strike Attack: 21; Damage: 9 magic bludgeoning damage
Akaas strides forward again, striking a pair of bullwugs, dropping the first and severely injuring the other. (Bullywugs: 25 left) There are only about four directly between the rest of the party and the champion, Borg, and Crispy.
INITIATIVE TRACKER
Crispy (21/27 HP)
Borg (35/35 HP)
Finlan (31/35 HP, raging for 1 turn)
Giant Toad (Uninjured)
END OF ROUND
Bullywugs (25 left)
Friedrych (21/21 HP) & Lulu (6/10 HP)
Chetin (24/24 HP)
Bullywug Champion (37 damage)
Akaas (21/27 HP)
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
If I can attack the Champion, i'll do so - if not - i'll attack a regular mob.
Main Attack: 12 Damage: 5
Offhand Attack: 21 Damage: 3
Sneak 9
Crispy aims high, attacking at the champion who is atop the giant toad. She misses with the first strike, but manages to get a hit with her off-hand weapon. This bullywug's unnaturally sturdiness is keeping it standing, but only just. It looks ready to collapse at any second. (Bullywug Champion: 49 damage)
INITIATIVE TRACKER
Borg (35/35 HP)
Finlan (31/35 HP, raging for 1 turn)
Giant Toad (Uninjured)
END OF ROUND
Bullywugs (25 left)
Friedrych (21/21 HP) & Lulu (6/10 HP)
Chetin (24/24 HP)
Bullywug Champion (49 damage)
Akaas (21/27 HP)
Crispy (21/27 HP)
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
Borg looks to the champion and will move in and attack him if she can. If not then will attack a mob.
Attack: 12 Damage: 7
Has editted roll because I messed up my crit thing and had to change it. sorry. ))
Kres - Aarakocra Monk - Level 1 - Lost Mines of Phandelver
Borg, while taller, manages to have a better chance of a swing at the champion. However, it jumps up, letting the swing go between the gap of it and the giant toad.
Finlan rushes forward after Akaas to help take out these remaining bullywugs.
Rapier vs. Bullywug: 13 vs. AC. Hit: 6 piercing damage.
Thanks to them not being prepared or in armour, his strike pierces into the bullywug, helping take down the one Akaas had already struck. (Bullywugs: 24 left)
The Giant Toad, looking around in a panic, decides it doesn't want to hang around. It leaps away from Crispy and Borg (you may make opportunity attacks as a reaction) and attempts to flee the area. (It's 40 feet away after jumping away, so at the far edge of camp.)
Lulu, on the other hand, is still trying to endure her sphinctral prison. She has made herself more "flexible" currently to avoid getting crushed any worse.
"Crushing" Attack vs. Lulu: 5 vs. AC. Hit: 6 bludgeoning damage.
Lulu endures for another round!
The Bullywugs, now seeing the scary ice drake, all begin to follow after the giant toad and their champion, who is leading them deeper into the swamp. Some of them get into the boggy water and begin to swim away. The others are attempting to get that far away.
INITIATIVE TRACKER
Friedrych (21/21 HP) & Lulu (6/10 HP)
Chetin (24/24 HP)
Bullywug Champion (49 damage)
Akaas (21/27 HP)
Crispy (21/27 HP)
Borg (35/35 HP)
Finlan (31/35 HP, raging for 2 turns)
Giant Toad (Uninjured)
END OF ROUND
Bullywugs (25 left)
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
Borg swings at the giant toad as it tries to escape.
Attack: 20 Damage: 9
Kres - Aarakocra Monk - Level 1 - Lost Mines of Phandelver
Borg manages to get a good blow onto the back leg of the giant toad as it leaps away, causing it to stagger slightly as it flees. (Giant Toad: 9 damage)
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
OOC: the bullywug champion should be at 49 damage going by the actual posts instead of the tracker.
'Looks like I've got to do everything around here...' Friedrych mutters to himself. He pops his head and arms out from the foliage and tracks a bead on the bullywug champion. 'Bang.' He says as an eldritch ball of purple-red energy launches from the dark confines of the forest streaking towards the frogman.
Immediately after that, Friedrych makes the illusionary Ice Drake do a low flyby over Crispy and Borg towards the edge of the encampment where he is hidden. Hopefully, the Ice Drake flying so near is frightening enough to clear the path of any and all bullywugs for the rest of the team to make a clean getaway.
'Time for us to leave, wouldn't you say, mister guide? He smirks at the lizard guide who stayed behind.
Mechanics
- Lulu will keep using the Dodge action (all attacks made against her have disadvantage) because dismissing a familiar takes an action apparently.
- Eldritch Blast against the Bullywug Champion (advantage from being hidden): Attack: 15 Damage: 1
OOC: please tell me that hitting it for 1 damage putting it at 50 makes it dead :/
William Brackwater: Human Fighter - The Windward Isles
(You know what? It just might... Let's have a cinematic replay of that, shall we?)
The champion, looking ashamed at his flight, grievously wounded as its mount attempts to flee with it while kept immeasurably uncomfortable by the efforts of the imp-shaped familiar. It stares back in anger at the visage of the white drake, terrorising its companions as they flee, then sees coming towards it, in slow motion, the Eldritch Blast that would have its name on it if it was ever given one. Striking it right in the heart, the bullywug champion lets out a winded breath, collapsing as it falls from the back of the giant toad. (Bullywug Champion: Defeated, 50 damage.)
INITIATIVE TRACKER
Chetin (24/24 HP)
Bullywug Champion (49 damage)
Akaas (21/27 HP)
Crispy (21/27 HP)
Borg (35/35 HP)
Finlan (31/35 HP, raging for 2 turns)
Giant Toad (Uninjured)
END OF ROUND
Bullywugs (25 left)
Friedrych (21/21 HP) & Lulu (6/10 HP)
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
Seriously?? That 1 point?! ****...!
OOC: Hah, awesome. Maybe I should multiclass Friedrych to Ranger to have Bullywugs as a favourite enemy XD
Crispy, see if you can pick up its sword. Then let's hustle, people. Collect our loot from the lizardfolk and move out of this swamp already.
William Brackwater: Human Fighter - The Windward Isles
Chetin runs over to the sword and picks it up. He holds it above him and shouts out, "Your champion has been bested! Lay down your arms! Do not throw your lives away for this rivalry! You both can live and prosper with each other! Don't fight till all your history remembers is hatred towards the lizardfolk. Let there be greater memoirs for your children and future generations!"
Persuasion: 15
Chetin rushes forward, collecting the blade and shouting a rousing speech. Normally, this sort of rallying would be fruitful, but there are two minor details that Chetin didn't take into account:
The bullywugs seem to be routed, scattering throughout the swamp in various directions. The battle is won, and only a handful of casualties for the enemy's side.
The giant toad keeps leaping away, terrified of the drake's presence, Lulu straining in agony as it clenches.
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
"May Selune guide your steps in the night, and bring them to the new dawn," Akaas says with a resigned sigh. He surveys the few bodies strewn about them with disappointment before looking at Crispy and Borg. "Uninjured?"
Crispy gets up, half eaten, and covered in slime.
”HA!” She roars, “Thats right! Run! You cowards!”
She turns to everyone else. “Hells, I sure taught those two a lesson.” She looks around for a moment, doing a headcount. “Say. Where’s your stupid imp..thing?” she waves her hand around vaguely, doing her best to simulate concern, but the activity becomes exhausting and gives up, turning to something she did care about, the monk.
”I could use a heal, old man, thanks.”
(OOC: on phone not looking at sheet. If im ok the distegard above request)
Borg smiles to Akaas. "Yeah, they didn't get through my hard exterior." Borg laughs as she playfully flexes her bicep.
Kres - Aarakocra Monk - Level 1 - Lost Mines of Phandelver