Aster's left eye slowly opens as he hears the commotion outside. A pensive look flashes across his face before shrugging and casting Minor Illusion hidden in the caravan. A window then flaps open to reveal a readied crossbow and an obscured face aiming at the bandits from an angle. (Spell Save DC: 13, Intelligence. Note that the thugs must use an action to examine whether the image is fake or not).
Aster's left eye slowly opens as he hears the commotion outside. He lets out a sigh before casting Minor Illusion hidden in the caravan, conjuring the image of several skeletons beginning to spill out from the side of the caravan and crawl out from underneath. (Spell Save DC: 13, Intelligence. Note that the thugs must use an action to examine whether the image is fake or not).
(Pretty sure Minor Illusion only fits in a 5 foot cube, so I'm not sure if you could do what you're wanting.)
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demiromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the ArchCrone, my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. Was Nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW. Given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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Twinkleblossum's Initiative: 17
After marking the dragonborn as her favored foe she will cast Hail of Thorns and smoothly draw and throw her dagger in one fluid motion.
Attack: 12 Damage: 10 piercing damage and several of the playful pixies dart after the trajectory of the dagger and also strike at the dragonborn for 3 piercing damage.
In addition to the normal effect of the attack, the target of the attack and each creature within 5 feet (hopefully the bugbear and tiefling?) of it must make a Dexterity saving throw (DC 13). A creature takes 7 piercing damage on a failed save, or half as much damage on a successful one.
"I don't need to be big and strong enough to lift you when I'm fast enough to drop you."
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
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Sarűmir's initiative: 14
As the dragonborn was the one who insulted Sarűmir, he leaps off the caravan and goes in for a swipe with his maul at him.
Attack: 11
Damage: 11
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demiromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the ArchCrone, my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. Was Nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW. Given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
As the dragonborn was the one who insulted Sarűmir, he leaps off the caravan and goes in for a swipe with his maul at him.
Attack: 18
Damage: 14
After doing that, he snarls at the dragonborn and says, "It's gonna hurt a lot more than that next time."
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demiromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the ArchCrone, my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. Was Nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW. Given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
Bodgan bites his tongue at the sight of Sarűmir's transformation. The others stand down, horrified. "Woof." He grumbles under his breath. It wasn't the first time they'd seen a transformation like this, but they absolutely did not want to mess with that. However, their intent on the loot and gold was too high that they wouldn't back down.
The thug rider guides the horse to take a step forward, and Hosh and Mildred look eagerly at each other than at Twinkleblossum, their eyes gleaming with malice. "Ohh~ C'mon little fairy. Don't be shy~" The tiefling one, Hosh, coos with his tail flicking back and forth. "We don't bite." He bares his teeth.
Then again came another threat, this time by Lara. The thug and bandits now question whether or not this was worth it. They catch sight of Sanimar and her crossbow. "Aww lookie here another little one." Hosh chuckles at your size, again making a diminutive gesture. "Hi, baby."The other three bandits don't comment, not even Mildred who actually shots a glare at Hosh's actions.
"Shut up!"Hosh spits at him, then draws his scimitar and takes a step forward.
Round 1 begins...
Initiative Order
(21) Aster (15/15 HP) - No movement; Cast Minor Illusion
(19) Sarűmir's (31/31 HP) - Attack with Maul @Bodgan with 14 damage 18 > 11 A Hit. ----> Bodgan (18/32 HP)
Dismounts and Attacks with Longsword @Sanna 25 > 11 -----> Sanna takes 14 damage -----> Sanna falls unconscious
(9) Sanna (Bandit 4) (11/11 HP) ----> end of round Currently Unconscious 9 < DC 10 Saving Throw. Failure.
(6) Bodgan (Thug) (32/32 HP) ----> end of round Currently Unconscious - 13 > DC 10 Saving Throw. Success.
Aster, from inside the caravan, casts an illusion of another crossbow. None of the brigands care to check. They seem more intent on ganging up on Twinkleblossum as per their captain's orders. Sarűmir goes to attack the dragonborn thug, who has already gotten off his horse. Looking him up and down barrel-chested, Bodgan steps forward."All righty then. Let's throw up some hands."
Overconfidently, he laughs and grits his teeth at the blow. Bodgan curses as he struggles to get up back from that one, having the wind knocked out of him. That sends his horse rearing and scrambling back away from the captain. "Easy girl."He tries to calm her down, but falters. He stands up and grips his arm. Sarűmir's teeth has managed to sunk past his leather armor into his scales and he winces as blood flows out profusely.
Another bandit (Mildred) goes to swing at the fairy with his scimitar and misses. The movement of the action was almost a whirlwind as he takes a second to go back steady. He grimaces.
Twinkleblossum retaliates in kind, striking the dragonborn across the face with her dagger. And adding insult to injury, attacks his two men in front of him. Mildred and Hosh get covered with a sea of thorns. They both shout and yelp. Hosh puts his hands in front of his face to blunt most of the blow, but Mildred doesn't manage neither. The thorns stick to his bugbear fur like nettles.
"Oh you'll pay for that!" Hosh shouts. At the same time Sanimar, ever the perceptive one, readied an attack at the first blow. As soon as Bodgan got up, an arrows flies into him, striking him in the chest with a sicking divisive blow. Bodgan's body flops unconscious onto the side of the dirt road. "Oh ****!" Hosh yells, then straight ups disengages and runs away. That coward.
Lara takes out her great longsword and moves in under guidance of her sacred paladin oath. She goes straight for the blow and hits Sanna who was seizing up to get her. The strike slashes across his chest and he crumples in an instant.
End of round 1...
Mildred, the bugbear, just stands silly, dazed and confused, clutching his side from rain of thorns. "Retreat!"He yells out to no one in particular. Half his team is not even conscious and one (Hosh) has even already ran away. He looks at your crew and puts his hands up, "Please! No more. Stop."
He limps over to the lying body of one of the other bandits, another bugbear named Sanna. "Look you can take Bodgan, our leader. We don't care about him anyways. He was always such an arse."
"Just let us go. We won't fights yous no mores." Mudface, the only other bandit left standing, who is a tabaxi, nods vigorously whilst putting down his crossbow.
((DANG Y'ALL DECIMATED THEM! I don't even know what to say))
Wiping my sword clean then returning it to the scabbard I approach Mildred. Why, in the name of all sanity, did you do that? remove my gloves, drop to my knees and lay hands on Sanna, restoring 5 HP. That arse for a leader nearly got you all killed.
If Hosh hasn't gotten too far away by now, Sarűmir in his hybrid form wants to chase after them.
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demiromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the ArchCrone, my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. Was Nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW. Given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
Twinkleblossum will collect the dagger she threw and then alight on the ground near Sanna and Mildred.
"It's understandable to be driven to extremes when no food grows around here and with no game to hunt but waylaying others isn't the answer." She looks over to the dragonborn before approaching him and checking his wounds.
Medicine: 18
If she can stabilize Bodgan then she will begin tying him up, "If you're that desperate for coin maybe you can turn in your former leader here for a reward?"
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
Sanimar moves to Bogden and yanks out her crossbow bolt from his chest feeling no pity for the brigand. "If they were searching for food, they could have left this area to a place that is not blighted like this land."
Sarűmir howls, then turns to the group and says, "Are we really going to let one of them get away?! Well, not on my watch." He then stashes his maul in his belt and runs after Hosh on all fours.
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demiromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the ArchCrone, my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. Was Nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW. Given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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"What's that? Do we need more prisoners?" said in response to Sarumir but directed to everyone, "I'll go help!"
Twinkleblossum will take wing and fly toward the fleeing Hosh, taking out her longbow and nocking an arrow she will fire off a shot.
Attack: 21 Damage: 7 piercing damage and once again several playful pixies streak through the air spiraling around the shaft of the arrow and strike at Hosh for 2 piercing damage.
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
"What's that? Do we need more prisoners?" said in response to Sarumir but directed to everyone, "I'll go help!"
Twinkleblossum will take wing and fly toward the fleeing Hosh, taking out her longbow and nocking an arrow she will fire off a shot.
Attack: 22 Damage: 7 piercing damage and once again several playful pixies streak through the air spiraling around the shaft of the arrow and strike at Hosh for 3 piercing damage.
(I was just gonna have Sarűmir chase down and possibly kill Hosh because one of the traits I gave him is that in hybrid form he suffers from overwhelming bloodlust.)
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demiromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the ArchCrone, my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. Was Nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW. Given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
Mildred's visibly relaxes at the sight of Lara putting her sword away, understanding that to be a truce. He puts his own weapon away and so does Mudface, who follows and moves up towards his fellow bandit. "Bloody bastard." The standing bugbear flicks his head toward the fallen brigand leader and shakes it. "Too cocky. I tolds hims we couldn'ts do this one."He goes to make a 'tsk, tsk, tsk' noise as he goes to kneel down and begins stroking the head of his unconscious buddy. "He's always the one for looking for us to get in the trouble."
Sanna, the unconscious bugbear, comes to life as Lara revives him. His eyes flap wide open and he sputters and coughs a bit, chest slowly moving up and down, strained with rasping breathes, but doesn't say anything. "Thank you."Mildred nods. He stares at his comrade and doesn't answer the next part until Twinkleblossum speaks up. Mildred sighs, "This one heres. My brother."He looks over at the lying bandit by his side, who has now re-closed his eyes. "That's his brother-in-law. I tolds him don'ts go messin' with girls whose folks like that. But I said ain'ts goin' to leave his side. Now look where wes are."
Twinkleblossum goes over to inspect the dragonborn who has been laying slump side by his horse, his horse who doesn't even acknowledge him. Coming to the aid of her companion, Sanimar assists Twinkleblossum, taking out the decisive crossbolt. Wet hot red spills out from his chest as soon as the arrow is gone. Managing to turn him over, the fairy puts pressure around the area by his heart, which stops the bleeding. Brodan coughs, some of that hot blood spittles out from his mouth, but does not move. He only once groans, but is alive and (almost) well. Twinkleblossum goes to tie him up. The dragonborn can not object.
Mildred continues to glare at Brodan, "That one sure knows how to hang a debt over your head like a stick up your arse. It ain't as if he ain'ts hiddin' from the Queen. If that's family, then good riddance. I sure won'ts be sad if he disappears."At Sanimar's comment, he solemnly nods his head.
"Since the civil war (our tribe's had been always near Drakkenheim) now's been scattered. Had been recruited and whatnot. Fought each other and ourselves. We ain'ts leaving our home." He shakes his head and his injured brother smiles, "Me and hims all we got."Mildred's face softens as soon as he sees the tabaxi, whose eyes widen as he realized he's being talked about. "This ones I'ves picked off the streets. Scrappy. Knows how to survive. 'specially when you've gots no foods to be dealin's with."
"Hosh just sort of came with the package deal."
Mildred catches sight of Sarűmir going to chase down that aforementioned scoundrel on all fours. The wind blows against his fur and his paws send dust flying as they press against the dried ground. The bugbear nor the tabaxi even say anything.
"No! No! Stop please!"Hosh shouts, only gotten a mere 30 feet away while running, throws his hands up. That's when Twinkleblossum shoots him the arrow flying and skyrocketing through the air with a whirlwind of fluttering pixies. It almost looks as if it is a shooting star in the night sky."**** you, fairy!"The tiefling then collapses (0/11 HP) as the strike lands straight through his back and he falls front face forward. Sarűmir goes in for the kill and grabs the tiefling by the leg and drags him down with his teeth sinking into the flesh of Hosh's ankles. A trail of wet red blood follows behind him.
The brigand leader stirs from his captivity."Ergh what... do you want?" The dragonborn's speech is slurred, he looks up at you all with glassy eyes. He struggles a little bit to get out, but even that motion made his chest heave and he stiffled in a cough. He just glares at you all. "I don't gots nothing. You can't have it."
Sarűmir drags Hosh over to where the caravan is, then pounces on the dragonborn. "Next time, rob a caravan that you actually got a chance stealin' stuff from."
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demiromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the ArchCrone, my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. Was Nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW. Given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
Desperate times create desperate people master Sarumir. Looking toward Eren, you three look like you know the area well enough and we're on our way to Emberwood. I think we might could use your help as guides for the rest of our journey? I can pay you a total of ten gold coins once we reach the village. What say you all?
Sanimar steps back and loads another bolt in the crossbow letting the others speak as she stands guard over her companions should these louts deicide to do something reckless.
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Aster's left eye slowly opens as he hears the commotion outside. A pensive look flashes across his face before shrugging and casting Minor Illusion hidden in the caravan. A window then flaps open to reveal a readied crossbow and an obscured face aiming at the bandits from an angle. (Spell Save DC: 13, Intelligence. Note that the thugs must use an action to examine whether the image is fake or not).
(Pretty sure Minor Illusion only fits in a 5 foot cube, so I'm not sure if you could do what you're wanting.)
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demiromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the ArchCrone, my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. Was Nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW. Given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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Sanimar will still ready her action to fire her crossbow. She calls out to the Brigands "Scram unless you want this bit of road to be your grave."
Intimidation Check
5
Twinkleblossum's Initiative: 17
After marking the dragonborn as her favored foe she will cast Hail of Thorns and smoothly draw and throw her dagger in one fluid motion.
Attack: 12 Damage: 10 piercing damage and several of the playful pixies dart after the trajectory of the dagger and also strike at the dragonborn for 3 piercing damage.
In addition to the normal effect of the attack, the target of the attack and each creature within 5 feet (hopefully the bugbear and tiefling?) of it must make a Dexterity saving throw (DC 13). A creature takes 7 piercing damage on a failed save, or half as much damage on a successful one.
"I don't need to be big and strong enough to lift you when I'm fast enough to drop you."
Sarűmir's initiative: 14
As the dragonborn was the one who insulted Sarűmir, he leaps off the caravan and goes in for a swipe with his maul at him.
Attack: 11
Damage: 11
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demiromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the ArchCrone, my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. Was Nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW. Given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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After doing that, he snarls at the dragonborn and says, "It's gonna hurt a lot more than that next time."
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demiromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the ArchCrone, my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. Was Nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW. Given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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Sanimar's ready action will activate, and she shoots a bolt at the dragonborn brigand.
Round 1
Initiative 16
Sanimar fires another crossbow bolt at the dragonborn.
Attack: 13 Damage: 10
She will then use the caravan as cover.
End of turn.
Lara will dismount and move to engage one of the other two.
Nat 20 + 5 for my to hit 5+6+3=14 damage
Bodgan bites his tongue at the sight of Sarűmir's transformation. The others stand down, horrified. "Woof." He grumbles under his breath. It wasn't the first time they'd seen a transformation like this, but they absolutely did not want to mess with that. However, their intent on the loot and gold was too high that they wouldn't back down.
The thug rider guides the horse to take a step forward, and Hosh and Mildred look eagerly at each other than at Twinkleblossum, their eyes gleaming with malice. "Ohh~ C'mon little fairy. Don't be shy~" The tiefling one, Hosh, coos with his tail flicking back and forth. "We don't bite." He bares his teeth.
Then again came another threat, this time by Lara. The thug and bandits now question whether or not this was worth it. They catch sight of Sanimar and her crossbow. "Aww lookie here another little one." Hosh chuckles at your size, again making a diminutive gesture. "Hi, baby." The other three bandits don't comment, not even Mildred who actually shots a glare at Hosh's actions.
"Shut up!" Hosh spits at him, then draws his scimitar and takes a step forward.
Round 1 begins...
Aster, from inside the caravan, casts an illusion of another crossbow. None of the brigands care to check. They seem more intent on ganging up on Twinkleblossum as per their captain's orders. Sarűmir goes to attack the dragonborn thug, who has already gotten off his horse. Looking him up and down barrel-chested, Bodgan steps forward. "All righty then. Let's throw up some hands."
Overconfidently, he laughs and grits his teeth at the blow. Bodgan curses as he struggles to get up back from that one, having the wind knocked out of him. That sends his horse rearing and scrambling back away from the captain. "Easy girl." He tries to calm her down, but falters. He stands up and grips his arm. Sarűmir's teeth has managed to sunk past his leather armor into his scales and he winces as blood flows out profusely.
Another bandit (Mildred) goes to swing at the fairy with his scimitar and misses. The movement of the action was almost a whirlwind as he takes a second to go back steady. He grimaces.
Twinkleblossum retaliates in kind, striking the dragonborn across the face with her dagger. And adding insult to injury, attacks his two men in front of him. Mildred and Hosh get covered with a sea of thorns. They both shout and yelp. Hosh puts his hands in front of his face to blunt most of the blow, but Mildred doesn't manage neither. The thorns stick to his bugbear fur like nettles.
"Oh you'll pay for that!" Hosh shouts. At the same time Sanimar, ever the perceptive one, readied an attack at the first blow. As soon as Bodgan got up, an arrows flies into him, striking him in the chest with a sicking divisive blow. Bodgan's body flops unconscious onto the side of the dirt road. "Oh ****!" Hosh yells, then straight ups disengages and runs away. That coward.
Lara takes out her great longsword and moves in under guidance of her sacred paladin oath. She goes straight for the blow and hits Sanna who was seizing up to get her. The strike slashes across his chest and he crumples in an instant.
End of round 1...
Mildred, the bugbear, just stands silly, dazed and confused, clutching his side from rain of thorns. "Retreat!" He yells out to no one in particular. Half his team is not even conscious and one (Hosh) has even already ran away. He looks at your crew and puts his hands up, "Please! No more. Stop."
He limps over to the lying body of one of the other bandits, another bugbear named Sanna. "Look you can take Bodgan, our leader. We don't care about him anyways. He was always such an arse."
"Just let us go. We won't fights yous no mores." Mudface, the only other bandit left standing, who is a tabaxi, nods vigorously whilst putting down his crossbow.
((DANG Y'ALL DECIMATED THEM! I don't even know what to say))
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Wiping my sword clean then returning it to the scabbard I approach Mildred. Why, in the name of all sanity, did you do that? remove my gloves, drop to my knees and lay hands on Sanna, restoring 5 HP. That arse for a leader nearly got you all killed.
If Hosh hasn't gotten too far away by now, Sarűmir in his hybrid form wants to chase after them.
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demiromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the ArchCrone, my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. Was Nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW. Given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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Twinkleblossum will collect the dagger she threw and then alight on the ground near Sanna and Mildred.
"It's understandable to be driven to extremes when no food grows around here and with no game to hunt but waylaying others isn't the answer." She looks over to the dragonborn before approaching him and checking his wounds.
Medicine: 18
If she can stabilize Bodgan then she will begin tying him up, "If you're that desperate for coin maybe you can turn in your former leader here for a reward?"
Sanimar moves to Bogden and yanks out her crossbow bolt from his chest feeling no pity for the brigand. "If they were searching for food, they could have left this area to a place that is not blighted like this land."
Sarűmir howls, then turns to the group and says, "Are we really going to let one of them get away?! Well, not on my watch." He then stashes his maul in his belt and runs after Hosh on all fours.
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demiromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the ArchCrone, my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. Was Nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW. Given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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"What's that? Do we need more prisoners?" said in response to Sarumir but directed to everyone, "I'll go help!"
Twinkleblossum will take wing and fly toward the fleeing Hosh, taking out her longbow and nocking an arrow she will fire off a shot.
Attack: 21 Damage: 7 piercing damage and once again several playful pixies streak through the air spiraling around the shaft of the arrow and strike at Hosh for 2 piercing damage.
(I was just gonna have Sarűmir chase down and possibly kill Hosh because one of the traits I gave him is that in hybrid form he suffers from overwhelming bloodlust.)
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demiromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the ArchCrone, my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. Was Nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW. Given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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Mildred's visibly relaxes at the sight of Lara putting her sword away, understanding that to be a truce. He puts his own weapon away and so does Mudface, who follows and moves up towards his fellow bandit. "Bloody bastard." The standing bugbear flicks his head toward the fallen brigand leader and shakes it. "Too cocky. I tolds hims we couldn'ts do this one." He goes to make a 'tsk, tsk, tsk' noise as he goes to kneel down and begins stroking the head of his unconscious buddy. "He's always the one for looking for us to get in the trouble."
Sanna, the unconscious bugbear, comes to life as Lara revives him. His eyes flap wide open and he sputters and coughs a bit, chest slowly moving up and down, strained with rasping breathes, but doesn't say anything. "Thank you." Mildred nods. He stares at his comrade and doesn't answer the next part until Twinkleblossum speaks up. Mildred sighs, "This one heres. My brother." He looks over at the lying bandit by his side, who has now re-closed his eyes. "That's his brother-in-law. I tolds him don'ts go messin' with girls whose folks like that. But I said ain'ts goin' to leave his side. Now look where wes are."
Twinkleblossum goes over to inspect the dragonborn who has been laying slump side by his horse, his horse who doesn't even acknowledge him. Coming to the aid of her companion, Sanimar assists Twinkleblossum, taking out the decisive crossbolt. Wet hot red spills out from his chest as soon as the arrow is gone. Managing to turn him over, the fairy puts pressure around the area by his heart, which stops the bleeding. Brodan coughs, some of that hot blood spittles out from his mouth, but does not move. He only once groans, but is alive and (almost) well. Twinkleblossum goes to tie him up. The dragonborn can not object.
Mildred continues to glare at Brodan, "That one sure knows how to hang a debt over your head like a stick up your arse. It ain't as if he ain'ts hiddin' from the Queen. If that's family, then good riddance. I sure won'ts be sad if he disappears." At Sanimar's comment, he solemnly nods his head.
"Since the civil war (our tribe's had been always near Drakkenheim) now's been scattered. Had been recruited and whatnot. Fought each other and ourselves. We ain'ts leaving our home." He shakes his head and his injured brother smiles, "Me and hims all we got." Mildred's face softens as soon as he sees the tabaxi, whose eyes widen as he realized he's being talked about. "This ones I'ves picked off the streets. Scrappy. Knows how to survive. 'specially when you've gots no foods to be dealin's with."
"Hosh just sort of came with the package deal."
Mildred catches sight of Sarűmir going to chase down that aforementioned scoundrel on all fours. The wind blows against his fur and his paws send dust flying as they press against the dried ground. The bugbear nor the tabaxi even say anything.
"No! No! Stop please!" Hosh shouts, only gotten a mere 30 feet away while running, throws his hands up. That's when Twinkleblossum shoots him the arrow flying and skyrocketing through the air with a whirlwind of fluttering pixies. It almost looks as if it is a shooting star in the night sky. "**** you, fairy!" The tiefling then collapses (0/11 HP) as the strike lands straight through his back and he falls front face forward. Sarűmir goes in for the kill and grabs the tiefling by the leg and drags him down with his teeth sinking into the flesh of Hosh's ankles. A trail of wet red blood follows behind him.
The brigand leader stirs from his captivity. "Ergh what... do you want?" The dragonborn's speech is slurred, he looks up at you all with glassy eyes. He struggles a little bit to get out, but even that motion made his chest heave and he stiffled in a cough. He just glares at you all. "I don't gots nothing. You can't have it."
<---- me irl slow reader, even slower writer easily jumpy thanks for being patient
DM: Drakkenheim Mind and Matter + Blood Secrets + What's in the Here and Now; Twimee'zah Roleplay
Player: Night Ravens; Dragonlance; 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist; LARP in Sharn; Last Chapters
Sarűmir drags Hosh over to where the caravan is, then pounces on the dragonborn. "Next time, rob a caravan that you actually got a chance stealin' stuff from."
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demiromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the ArchCrone, my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. Was Nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW. Given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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Desperate times create desperate people master Sarumir. Looking toward Eren, you three look like you know the area well enough and we're on our way to Emberwood. I think we might could use your help as guides for the rest of our journey? I can pay you a total of ten gold coins once we reach the village. What say you all?
Sanimar steps back and loads another bolt in the crossbow letting the others speak as she stands guard over her companions should these louts deicide to do something reckless.