Josef looks to Obaya, this is getting out of hand, I'm going to see if I can get their attention. He cast thaumaturgy causing his voice to boom up to 3 times as loud, Enough! No weapons!intimidation roll 12. (was hoping for a better roll but oh well, lol)
As the fight rages on, Josef’s voice cuts through the chaos with a commanding shout, his words laced with authority and intimidation. Two of the bandits hesitate, glancing at each other before begrudgingly sheathing their weapons. The sudden shift in numbers makes them wary, and they start reconsidering whether this fight is worth it.
Meanwhile, Krentz manages to land another strike on Yagra, this time with his weapon, drawing blood. Another bandit moves in on Bjorn, swinging wildly, but the attack misses its mark.
With a roar of frustration, Yagra retaliates, her fist slamming into Krentz and sending him crashing to the floor. Without missing a beat, she turns and delivers another crushing blow to one of the bandits attacking Bjorn, catching him off guard.
"Thanks for the assist," she grunts toward Bjorn, smirking despite her fresh wound.
Noticing more people stepping in to help Yagra, the remaining bandits seem less sure of themselves. Some grip their weapons tightly, their stance shifting toward defense rather than aggression—it’s clear they might not stick around for the whole fight.
Watching the scene unfold, Abishai casts Prestidigitation to create a flame in his palm. He says to the bandits, "Take your friend and leave this place, unless you wish to get burned."
Seeing their leader fall and more people stepping in against them, the remaining bandits quickly reconsider their position. Some back away with muttered apologies, clearly wanting no further trouble, while the more aggressive ones sneer, throwing rude hand gestures toward Bjorn and the others before retreating.
With the fight over, the gathered crowd disperses, patrons returning to their tables, though the energy in the Yawning Portal remains charged. However, just as the tavern settles, something shifts.
The well.
A hush falls over the room as those who had been watching the brawl now find their eyes drawn downward. A sense of unease spreads as they slowly step away from the gaping hole in the floor. The so-called adventurers who had rung the bell, eager to descend, suddenly seem far less enthusiastic. They hurriedly gather their things, toss a few gold coins onto a table, and rush out of the tavern.
Then—
Shouts of alarm!
A massive, hulking troll heaves itself up from the shaft, its warty green skin slick with grime, a tangled mess of wiry black hair framing its grotesque face. Its bloodshot eyes scan the room as it bares jagged yellow teeth and lets out a guttural howl.
Clinging to its body, half a dozen bat-like creatures squirm and feed, while three more flit through the air above it.
Panic erupts in the tavern—except for one man.
From behind the bar, Durnan doesn’t flinch. Instead, his voice booms over the chaos.
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Seeing the thugs back off off Yagra, Murgen rushes towards her. "Shoulda guessed you had that under control," he growls. Pulling up a chair to rest and get off his leg, Murgen reaches into his bag to grab some gauze for Yarga's injuries. As Murgen begins to reach out to try and clean her wounds, the room erupts into chaos. His hand drops instinctively to his crossbow as he focuses his attention on the well.
Seeing the troll begins to crawl up, Murgen shakes his head. "And now I remember why the company preferred to drink elsewhere." He takes a small step back and kicks the table infront of him over to provide some cover as he takes aim with his hand crossbow. At first he aims at the large monster but quickly switches his aim towards the smaller flying creatures, "I'll focus on the flies!" He fires off his bolt as he calls out to those around him.
Abishai snuffs the flame from his hand as the bandits decide they have had enough. 'Well that was easy.' He thinks to himself. He then begins to walk back to his table with Obaya and Josef when the alarm rings out. He turns his attention to this new threat emerging from the portal.
On his initiative, Abishai casts magic missile sending out spectral daggers at any remaining fliers before sending the rest into the troll.
Damage: 3, 5, 3
He then backs away from the troll 30' towards the southwest.
Right after Murgen’s shot finds its mark, one of the stirges explodes into a mess of twitching wings and blood, its body dropping lifelessly to the floor.
Another stirge flutters toward him, its sharp proboscis darting forward—but it fails to latch onto him, buzzing angrily as it circles back.
A third stirge remains latched onto the troll, greedily sucking its blood, its bloated form growing redder by the second.
The fourth stirge swoops down toward Yagra, following the same pattern as the first. This time, it finds its mark, sinking its proboscis deep into her flesh. She lets out a pained grunt, staggering slightly—this one hit hard. She looks rough, blood trickling from the fresh wound.
"Oi!" Bjorn yells, as he marches towards the Troll, without walking nor running. He stops infront of the Troll, pointing at it. "Disturbing the peace is punishable by a fine of 25 gp and an Edict!" Bjorn Bjornson will then take out his greatsword, rolling an 8 to hit. I assume that misses, so he will swing his weapon, too far away from the Troll to actually hit, while yelling "surrender now!"
With a final heave, the troll pulls itself free from the Yawning Portal’s well, its massive form looming over the tavern floor. Its filthy green skin glistens with dampness, the scent of rot and decay wafting from its body. Long claws scrape against the wood as it straightens, its yellowed, jagged teeth bared in a twisted grin.
Its mouth waters as its hungry gaze sweeps across the crowded room, lingering on the many potential meals surrounding it. But its movements are sluggish, hindered by the bloated stirges still latched onto its flesh, greedily draining its blood.
Seizing the moment, Bjorn lunges forward, weapon in hand, striking at the towering beast—but his swing goes wide, slicing through empty air as the troll shifts slightly, its heavy breathing rumbling like distant thunder.
Ryder raises the bow, fitting an arrow to the string and backing off 5 feet. He fires on the Troll and shouts, "Leave the bloodsuckers until the big one's down!" (Shortbow: 12 to hit, 13 piercing damage.)
Ryder’s arrow flies straight toward the troll, striking its thick, rubbery hide—but instead of piercing through, the shaft splinters on impact, the broken pieces falling uselessly to the ground. The troll barely seems to notice, its hungry gaze still fixed on the adventurers around it.
Meanwhile, another stirge dives at Murgen, its needle-like proboscis finding a gap in his defenses. It latches onto him, piercing deep into his flesh, sending a sharp pain through his body as it begins to drain his blood. (7 piercing damage)
Josef jumps to the top of the table, can anyone get some lamp oil or good brandy on that green skinned troll and we'll light him up! He points a finger toward one of the stirges and cast eldritch blast at the flying creature, 15 to hit for 6 pts of damage
Abishai snuffs the flame from his hand as the bandits decide they have had enough. 'Well that was easy.' He thinks to himself. He then begins to walk back to his table with Obaya and Josef when the alarm rings out. He turns his attention to this new threat emerging from the portal.
On his initiative, Abishai casts magic missile sending out spectral daggers at any remaining fliers before sending the rest into the troll.
Damage: 3, 5, 3
He then backs away from the troll 30' towards the southwest.
The only change I want to make is to target the stirge currently attached to Murgen with one of my missiles.
Josef and Abishai manage to slay three of the stirges, but one manages to latch onto Yagra, who now looks just as badly wounded as the troll.
The troll, enraged, lashes out at Bjorn, seeking vengeance for the warrior’s wild swing. However, its massive claws and gnashing teeth find only empty air as Bjorn narrowly evades all three attacks.
Seizing the opportunity, Durnan vaults over the bar with practiced ease, greatsword in hand. With a flurry of strikes, he carves into the monstrous foe, landing three devastating blows while only one fails to connect.
"Good job with the stirges—now help me finish this one off!" he calls out.
Meanwhile, Yagra rips the stirge from her body, crushing it beneath her boot.
The battle turns once more, and now it’s Murgen’s turn.
As the strige bites him, Murgen curses. Raising his scimitar to strike the creature he is surprised when Abishai blasts the creature off him. Nodding towards him in thanks, Murgen vaults over the table he had flipped in a practiced motion, no stranger to cramped indoor fights. As soon as his feet hit the ground he is aiming a bolt at the troll and his weapons glow with a strange light (Casting divine favor). His finger squeezes the trigger and the crossbow bolt flies straight at the troll's chest.
Attack: 25 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
As he nears the troll, Murgen feints one way and spins around quickly trying to get to the troll's blind spot as his scimitar sweeps out in an arching slash.
Attack: 14 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll. (This is at advantage if the first attack hit thanks to vex, so here is the second d20 incase 24)
Edit: Not sure why the damage didn't roll correctly, I need to test how rolling multiple dice works. Damage for the crossbow 6+8+3 and for the scimitar 2+3+3 for a total of 17 off the crossbow and 8 from the scimitar
As the strige bites him, Murgen curses. Raising his scimitar to strike the creature he is surprised when Abishai blasts the creature off him. Nodding towards him in thanks, Murgen vaults over the table he had flipped in a practiced motion, no stranger to cramped indoor fights. As soon as his feet hit the ground he is aiming a bolt at the troll and his weapons glow with a strange light (Casting divine favor). His finger squeezes the trigger and the crossbow bolt flies straight at the troll's chest.
Attack: 25 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
As he nears the troll, Murgen feints one way and spins around quickly trying to get to the troll's blind spot as his scimitar sweeps out in an arching slash.
Attack: 14 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll. (This is at advantage if the first attack hit thanks to vex, so here is the second d20 incase 24)
Edit: Not sure why the damage didn't roll correctly, I need to test how rolling multiple dice works. Damage for the crossbow 6+8+3 and for the scimitar 2+3+3 for a total of 17 off the crossbow and 8 from the scimitar
((you can roll directly from the character sheet))
With steady aim, Murgen levels his crossbow and fires a devastating shot, the bolt piercing straight through the troll’s thick hide and embedding deep into its chest. The beast lets out a guttural roar, its body shuddering from the impact as it staggers forward, its strength failing.
With a final, ragged breath, the troll collapses face-first, its massive bulk slamming into the floor with a heavy thud, landing right between Durnan and Bjorn.
Bjorn is next.
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Josef looks to Obaya, this is getting out of hand, I'm going to see if I can get their attention. He cast thaumaturgy causing his voice to boom up to 3 times as loud, Enough! No weapons! intimidation roll 12. (was hoping for a better roll but oh well, lol)
As the fight rages on, Josef’s voice cuts through the chaos with a commanding shout, his words laced with authority and intimidation. Two of the bandits hesitate, glancing at each other before begrudgingly sheathing their weapons. The sudden shift in numbers makes them wary, and they start reconsidering whether this fight is worth it.
Meanwhile, Krentz manages to land another strike on Yagra, this time with his weapon, drawing blood. Another bandit moves in on Bjorn, swinging wildly, but the attack misses its mark.
With a roar of frustration, Yagra retaliates, her fist slamming into Krentz and sending him crashing to the floor. Without missing a beat, she turns and delivers another crushing blow to one of the bandits attacking Bjorn, catching him off guard.
"Thanks for the assist," she grunts toward Bjorn, smirking despite her fresh wound.
Noticing more people stepping in to help Yagra, the remaining bandits seem less sure of themselves. Some grip their weapons tightly, their stance shifting toward defense rather than aggression—it’s clear they might not stick around for the whole fight.
As the tension lingers, Abishai is next to act.
Watching the scene unfold, Abishai casts Prestidigitation to create a flame in his palm. He says to the bandits, "Take your friend and leave this place, unless you wish to get burned."
Arcana: 19
Intimidation: 12
DM for Tyranny of Dragons and Phandelver and Below, two in-person campaigns that meet weekly on Friday and Saturday nights.
Seeing their leader fall and more people stepping in against them, the remaining bandits quickly reconsider their position. Some back away with muttered apologies, clearly wanting no further trouble, while the more aggressive ones sneer, throwing rude hand gestures toward Bjorn and the others before retreating.
With the fight over, the gathered crowd disperses, patrons returning to their tables, though the energy in the Yawning Portal remains charged. However, just as the tavern settles, something shifts.
The well.
A hush falls over the room as those who had been watching the brawl now find their eyes drawn downward. A sense of unease spreads as they slowly step away from the gaping hole in the floor. The so-called adventurers who had rung the bell, eager to descend, suddenly seem far less enthusiastic. They hurriedly gather their things, toss a few gold coins onto a table, and rush out of the tavern.
Then—
Shouts of alarm!
A massive, hulking troll heaves itself up from the shaft, its warty green skin slick with grime, a tangled mess of wiry black hair framing its grotesque face. Its bloodshot eyes scan the room as it bares jagged yellow teeth and lets out a guttural howl.
Clinging to its body, half a dozen bat-like creatures squirm and feed, while three more flit through the air above it.
Panic erupts in the tavern—except for one man.
From behind the bar, Durnan doesn’t flinch. Instead, his voice booms over the chaos.
“Troll!”
Seeing the thugs back off off Yagra, Murgen rushes towards her. "Shoulda guessed you had that under control," he growls. Pulling up a chair to rest and get off his leg, Murgen reaches into his bag to grab some gauze for Yarga's injuries. As Murgen begins to reach out to try and clean her wounds, the room erupts into chaos. His hand drops instinctively to his crossbow as he focuses his attention on the well.
Seeing the troll begins to crawl up, Murgen shakes his head. "And now I remember why the company preferred to drink elsewhere." He takes a small step back and kicks the table infront of him over to provide some cover as he takes aim with his hand crossbow. At first he aims at the large monster but quickly switches his aim towards the smaller flying creatures, "I'll focus on the flies!" He fires off his bolt as he calls out to those around him.
Attack: 13 Damage: 9
Abishai snuffs the flame from his hand as the bandits decide they have had enough. 'Well that was easy.' He thinks to himself. He then begins to walk back to his table with Obaya and Josef when the alarm rings out. He turns his attention to this new threat emerging from the portal.
On his initiative, Abishai casts magic missile sending out spectral daggers at any remaining fliers before sending the rest into the troll.
Damage: 3, 5, 3
He then backs away from the troll 30' towards the southwest.
DM for Tyranny of Dragons and Phandelver and Below, two in-person campaigns that meet weekly on Friday and Saturday nights.
Right after Murgen’s shot finds its mark, one of the stirges explodes into a mess of twitching wings and blood, its body dropping lifelessly to the floor.
Another stirge flutters toward him, its sharp proboscis darting forward—but it fails to latch onto him, buzzing angrily as it circles back.
A third stirge remains latched onto the troll, greedily sucking its blood, its bloated form growing redder by the second.
The fourth stirge swoops down toward Yagra, following the same pattern as the first. This time, it finds its mark, sinking its proboscis deep into her flesh. She lets out a pained grunt, staggering slightly—this one hit hard. She looks rough, blood trickling from the fresh wound.
OOC: (are we still going in the order of initiative?)
yes
"Oi!" Bjorn yells, as he marches towards the Troll, without walking nor running. He stops infront of the Troll, pointing at it. "Disturbing the peace is punishable by a fine of 25 gp and an Edict!" Bjorn Bjornson will then take out his greatsword, rolling an 8 to hit. I assume that misses, so he will swing his weapon, too far away from the Troll to actually hit, while yelling "surrender now!"
With a final heave, the troll pulls itself free from the Yawning Portal’s well, its massive form looming over the tavern floor. Its filthy green skin glistens with dampness, the scent of rot and decay wafting from its body. Long claws scrape against the wood as it straightens, its yellowed, jagged teeth bared in a twisted grin.
Its mouth waters as its hungry gaze sweeps across the crowded room, lingering on the many potential meals surrounding it. But its movements are sluggish, hindered by the bloated stirges still latched onto its flesh, greedily draining its blood.
Seizing the moment, Bjorn lunges forward, weapon in hand, striking at the towering beast—but his swing goes wide, slicing through empty air as the troll shifts slightly, its heavy breathing rumbling like distant thunder.
Ryder raises the bow, fitting an arrow to the string and backing off 5 feet. He fires on the Troll and shouts, "Leave the bloodsuckers until the big one's down!" (Shortbow: 12 to hit, 13 piercing damage.)
[A paper drops out of a flash of light and drifts to the ground at your feet] -(extended sig)-
Ryder’s arrow flies straight toward the troll, striking its thick, rubbery hide—but instead of piercing through, the shaft splinters on impact, the broken pieces falling uselessly to the ground. The troll barely seems to notice, its hungry gaze still fixed on the adventurers around it.
Meanwhile, another stirge dives at Murgen, its needle-like proboscis finding a gap in his defenses. It latches onto him, piercing deep into his flesh, sending a sharp pain through his body as it begins to drain his blood. (7 piercing damage)
The battle rages on, and now Josef is up.
Josef jumps to the top of the table, can anyone get some lamp oil or good brandy on that green skinned troll and we'll light him up! He points a finger toward one of the stirges and cast eldritch blast at the flying creature, 15 to hit for 6 pts of damage
The only change I want to make is to target the stirge currently attached to Murgen with one of my missiles.
DM for Tyranny of Dragons and Phandelver and Below, two in-person campaigns that meet weekly on Friday and Saturday nights.
Josef and Abishai manage to slay three of the stirges, but one manages to latch onto Yagra, who now looks just as badly wounded as the troll.
The troll, enraged, lashes out at Bjorn, seeking vengeance for the warrior’s wild swing. However, its massive claws and gnashing teeth find only empty air as Bjorn narrowly evades all three attacks.
Seizing the opportunity, Durnan vaults over the bar with practiced ease, greatsword in hand. With a flurry of strikes, he carves into the monstrous foe, landing three devastating blows while only one fails to connect.
"Good job with the stirges—now help me finish this one off!" he calls out.
Meanwhile, Yagra rips the stirge from her body, crushing it beneath her boot.
The battle turns once more, and now it’s Murgen’s turn.
As the strige bites him, Murgen curses. Raising his scimitar to strike the creature he is surprised when Abishai blasts the creature off him. Nodding towards him in thanks, Murgen vaults over the table he had flipped in a practiced motion, no stranger to cramped indoor fights. As soon as his feet hit the ground he is aiming a bolt at the troll and his weapons glow with a strange light (Casting divine favor). His finger squeezes the trigger and the crossbow bolt flies straight at the troll's chest.
Attack: 25 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
As he nears the troll, Murgen feints one way and spins around quickly trying to get to the troll's blind spot as his scimitar sweeps out in an arching slash.
Attack: 14 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll. (This is at advantage if the first attack hit thanks to vex, so here is the second d20 incase 24)
Edit: Not sure why the damage didn't roll correctly, I need to test how rolling multiple dice works. Damage for the crossbow 6+8+3 and for the scimitar 2+3+3 for a total of 17 off the crossbow and 8 from the scimitar
((you can roll directly from the character sheet))
With steady aim, Murgen levels his crossbow and fires a devastating shot, the bolt piercing straight through the troll’s thick hide and embedding deep into its chest. The beast lets out a guttural roar, its body shuddering from the impact as it staggers forward, its strength failing.
With a final, ragged breath, the troll collapses face-first, its massive bulk slamming into the floor with a heavy thud, landing right between Durnan and Bjorn.
Bjorn is next.