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.
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.
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)
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.
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.)
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)
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!"
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DM: City of Cresthall; Dark Dealing; Helm's Inquisition; Aerovail
Player: Chetin Humb, Aasimar Life Cleric - Seven Saints; Hox, Kobold Rogue - Barty's Blood Kin
"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)