Cade just barely sidesteps the ball of flame when everything just goes black for a few seconds. What he hears in the ensuing chaos is enough to make the man turned goblin grateful for it. But he wasn't looking forward to its end.
As it turns out, he was right.
But before he could even begin mulling over losing his near non-existent dinner, Cade nearly drops his weapons trying to clutch his ears from Evrik's BOOMING voice. "Helm have mercy -- why would you -..."Cade eyes go wide, and following a muttered an "Oh no", he tries peeking past the door to see if the other guard post was now on Full alert.
The voice would echo and clamor within the small building. Flowing out into the cave. However, the waterfall nearby would manage to drown it out before it could reach any farther.
The elite doesn't seemed phased that their tactic had been so summarily defeated, Instead, taking his shortsword, and diving for the Quaggoth who had crushed his fellow soldiers skull, strabbing twice at the princes neck.
The Prince reels from the sheer force of the blows, his skin and fur around the wounds festering. Though the prince wasn't down, he seemed to be on his last leg, coughing up blood, spattering the floor.
The other soldier, who had been engulfed in flames moments ago, draws his crossbow, taking aim, straight for Chubby, the most clear, and present threat to his superior, and aims the bolt right for his crotch, intent on putting him out of the fight.
Attack Roll:20 Damage Roll 7
The bolt finding it's mark only just above it's intended target.
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The deathball of prisoners whorls now on the Elite Drow, inspired by their killing of the lower soldier. Each one diving for him, hoping to land a blow.
Stool - 18 Damage: 6
Twins - 10 Damage 3
Dwarf - 17 Damage 4
Buppido - 10 Damage 4
Prince - Multi Claw 16 And 11 | | | Damage: 5 And 4
The Quaggoth makes the first blow, rending into the Elite with both Claws, followed summarily by the dwarf, stabbing at the Elites leg.
The rest missing stupendously, except the derro, who almost lands another gutting slash.
The Elite, now enraged would shout "You pitiful lesser beings, you struggle in vain against your betters, when you should just lean your place!" suddenly he was a storm of blows, reacting to thier failed attacks, with a punishing counter of his own.
Vs Stool - 27 - Damage: 9
Twins - 1711- Damage: 910
Buppido - 20 Damage - 10
Stool collapses, dying.
Both twins take minor hits.
Buppido manages to just barely dodge by splaying back, as if Limbo-ing.
The elite seems winded now, between the knife lodged in his arm, and the sudden burst of energy he just exerted.
Con Saving throws, vs his 5 hits taken.
12 - 12 - 13 - 15 - 10
Faerie Fire ends.
After the onslaught of hits, his concentration fails, as does Faerie Fire.
The Lizardman showed his worth by breaking the spell which was engulfing the room in darkness. Now Arthasis was able to witness the danger the Elite Guard was posing and he decided to hurl another Eldritch Blast in his general direction hoping it would strike true and finish him off. Attack: 16 Damage: 5
Feeling Stools thoughts during his last moments, Evrik shouts "No...!" He quickly utters a few archaic words and a small sphere of light begins to build in his hand. Peering through the dim light he launches the Guiding Bolt toward the elite guard. (Attack: 7 Damage: 11)
Seeing it miss he thinks to himself, Damn, I should have stayed in the cell. Come on, pull it together Evrik and get in the fight. He tries to compose himself and assess the situation unfolding before him.
Feeling inspired by the efforts of the other prisoners, and the fact that he is no longer glowing, Immotichey calls forth another flame and send it to the Elite drow. "You boast too much," he growls through clenched teeth.
Immotichey, I am assuming you used inspiration since your attack was at advantage, and Evrik had not attacked yet (though he missed anyway)
The drow laughs as he dodges the last three spells thrown at him before saying "This is why casters are weak, Flail, it's all you're good for!"
Through the mind link, Stool managed to wink out a final, thought, imposing the image, and direction where his home would lie, before his existence fades out.
Laying propped up on the floor against the wall, Crispy begins to focus - shaking her head to get rid of the stars. She growls at the Drow Elite and quickly props up to a fighting stance, watching the casters miss, and a few melee strikes hit the heavily armored Drow Elite. She vaults around Chubby, and yells at the Drow, "Hoped you liked the meal Chubby made ya! Stop messing around with the hors d'oeuvres, it's time for the MAIN COURSE!"
Main Attack: 18 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll. Offhand Attack: 6 Damage: 3 Sneak Damage: 4
Ah shitsnacks. Such a great damage roll. Too bad it probably didn't penetrate. Unlike Arthasis.
The Elite deftly sidesteps your first attack, parrying the other with his hand, pushing your offhand away, and striking at your jaw with his knee in a counterattack. 15 - 4
(Forgot to state what was what, Attack roll/Damage)
Frustrated that his efforts until now did not have the desired results, Arthasis decided to switch targets and focused on the second Soldier (#2) still standing. “Just die already!”, he shouted in anger and casted Eldritch Blast at him. Attack: 2 Damage: 6
Thank the Hells her military training taught her not to chew on her own tongue while fighting, or THAT would have been messing. Instead, Crispy could literally feel her teeth rattle in her head as the knee connected. Sure, she had been in countless melee brawls, and could take a few hits, but she wanted to keep her tongue. She lets out a loud grunt as the hit connects, and spins around to try and get a better attack point when it's her turn again.
Spitting out blood, she taunts, "You hit as hard as my dead grandmother!"
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With a crossbow bolt sticking out of his lower gut, Chubby laughs heartily "You missed the bullseye of my belly button you idiot!" at the run-o-the-mill solider who shot him. He continues to attack the Elite guard with gusto: Attack: 10 Damage: 4.
He'll then use his bonus action to use his Second Wind skill and heal himself for 3 hit points.
The elite guard took his shortsword, striking out at Chubby who seems to be the only threat worth concerning himself with, and after dodging the attack, he cracked the hilt of his weapon against the back of Chubby's head. Hit: 10 Damage 5
The Dwarfs girth pushing against the drows leg causing his attack to miss.
'Thank help for small miracles' Cade thought, closing the door again. At the sight of the battle beginning to turn for the worse, Cade grimaces and starts look around the room. If he can find a pair of scimitar, hand axes -- just a pair of any light weapons that weren't just daggers, he'll go to snatch them off their rack. Rather or not he succeeds, he'll casts one last look at the battle... and had to squeeze his eyes shut for a second.
'No, no, no. Don't go there. It's not like back then. It's...' As Cade's thoughts trail off there, he opens his eyes and mouth the words 'worse'. He barely spares anyone another glance as he tries to creep along the fringes of the room and battle, and use the multiple bodies as cover for his attempt to sneak past towards the next area.
Cade see's various Shortswords, Handaxes, daggers, a few Polearms, a single claymore. All of them run-of-the-mill, soldier-standard equipment.
The elite and the soldier both notice you trying to sneak about, "Where do you think you're going?" one of them shouts. The elite swapping to his crossbow, and taking a shot. Attack:8 Damage: 7
The bolt aiming squarely in Cade's Knee, and piercing out the other side. (any action that involves movement of that leg is hindered. your movement is reduced by 10 feet.)
Then, commanding his subordinate to "Finish of that worthless Quaggoth!"
Complying immediately, dropping his crossbow, and wielding his shortsword, he would stab at the Quaggoth prince. Attack18 Damage: 8
The Quaggoth Prince almost falling prone, breath ragged.
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The Gnome finally joining the Frey, stabbing at the elite with his dagger in a charging rush that seemed out of character for him "Bet I can kill him 'afore you's alls!". Attack:14 Damage: 8
The rest of the prisoners moving as a murderball still.
Twins - 13 Damage 3
Dwarf - 17 Damage 6
Buppido - 4 Damage 2
The Kou-Toa, still remaining out of the fight.
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The elite striking out at each of them, however he seemed.. ragged compared to when the fight had started, his movements were more sluggish. Perhaps avoiding so MANY different sources of attack was wearing him down. (reaction attacks, in the order they were rolled above.)
19
13
26
18
--- Damage in order ---
5
8
8
87
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Buppido falls to the floor, as blood drips from a stab wound across his chest. Still clinging to life, just barely "Merely a setback"
The elite dodging the eldritch blast without even trying.
(The elite is now exhausted, any attack made against him is made at advantage from this point on.)
Seeing goblin, which was kind enough to share his soup with him, take a bolt to the knee that looks bad enough to almost bring the gonlin down, Immotichey reaches out towards him, says a few words in draconic and a wave of green healing energy is released.
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Evrik was heading toward the Quaggoth prince when he heard Cade go down. The creature was odd, but there was something about the goblin. He was the first face Evrik saw when waking in the cell and there was something in his eyes. He said a quick prayer to the lady of the wood, asking her to watch over the prince, then he rushed to Cade's side but Immo had already blessed the goblin.
He turned back towards the Elite guard, began a short prayer and unleashed a deafening sound of the bell upon the drow. (Toll the Dead Damage: 11 -- WIS:12 save)
Roll above is wrong, should not have had the advantage on it for damage. Looks like the 3 was first.
Immoticheys spell engulfs the other soldier, momentarily illuminating him before the light would vanish. (Con Saving Throw for concentration: 6 )
His concentration fails, and after a moment, the other darkness spell ends. The room is still very dim, but no one is completely blinded anymore.
The dagger flies right into the elites left arm, sticking with a solid thunk.
After some deliberation - 23
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Cade just barely sidesteps the ball of flame when everything just goes black for a few seconds. What he hears in the ensuing chaos is enough to make the man turned goblin grateful for it. But he wasn't looking forward to its end.
As it turns out, he was right.
But before he could even begin mulling over losing his near non-existent dinner, Cade nearly drops his weapons trying to clutch his ears from Evrik's BOOMING voice. "Helm have mercy -- why would you -..." Cade eyes go wide, and following a muttered an "Oh no", he tries peeking past the door to see if the other guard post was now on Full alert.
Perception: 10.
Yog - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Stars/Celestial (Libretalia)
Nobody - [Feral-Tiefling]Wizard/Sorcerer - War/Draconic (HoTDQ)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Dreams/Archfey
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Hiatus:
Xanrazan - [Earth Genasi]Bard - College of Swords(Shadowthorn's Princess of the Apocalypse)
DM Mechanic Roll. 59
The voice would echo and clamor within the small building. Flowing out into the cave. However, the waterfall nearby would manage to drown it out before it could reach any farther.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Arthasis Dex Save: 20
The elite doesn't seemed phased that their tactic had been so summarily defeated, Instead, taking his shortsword, and diving for the Quaggoth who had crushed his fellow soldiers skull, strabbing twice at the princes neck.
Attack Rolls: 17 24, Damage: 6 6 - Bonus Damage: 11 15
The Prince reels from the sheer force of the blows, his skin and fur around the wounds festering. Though the prince wasn't down, he seemed to be on his last leg, coughing up blood, spattering the floor.
The other soldier, who had been engulfed in flames moments ago, draws his crossbow, taking aim, straight for Chubby, the most clear, and present threat to his superior, and aims the bolt right for his crotch, intent on putting him out of the fight.
Attack Roll:20 Damage Roll 7
The bolt finding it's mark only just above it's intended target.
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The deathball of prisoners whorls now on the Elite Drow, inspired by their killing of the lower soldier. Each one diving for him, hoping to land a blow.
Stool - 18 Damage: 6
Twins - 10 Damage 3
Dwarf - 17 Damage 4
Buppido - 10 Damage 4
Prince - Multi Claw 16 And 11 | | | Damage: 5 And 4
The Quaggoth makes the first blow, rending into the Elite with both Claws, followed summarily by the dwarf, stabbing at the Elites leg.
The rest missing stupendously, except the derro, who almost lands another gutting slash.
The Elite, now enraged would shout "You pitiful lesser beings, you struggle in vain against your betters, when you should just lean your place!" suddenly he was a storm of blows, reacting to thier failed attacks, with a punishing counter of his own.
Vs Stool - 27 - Damage: 9
Twins - 17 11- Damage: 9 10
Buppido - 20 Damage - 10
Stool collapses, dying.
Both twins take minor hits.
Buppido manages to just barely dodge by splaying back, as if Limbo-ing.
The elite seems winded now, between the knife lodged in his arm, and the sudden burst of energy he just exerted.
Con Saving throws, vs his 5 hits taken.
12 - 12 - 13 - 15 - 10
Faerie Fire ends.
After the onslaught of hits, his concentration fails, as does Faerie Fire.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
The Lizardman showed his worth by breaking the spell which was engulfing the room in darkness. Now Arthasis was able to witness the danger the Elite Guard was posing and he decided to hurl another Eldritch Blast in his general direction hoping it would strike true and finish him off. Attack: 16 Damage: 5
Despite everything, the elite once again dodges the warlocks eldtritch magic, though he seemed to be slowing down.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Feeling Stools thoughts during his last moments, Evrik shouts "No...!" He quickly utters a few archaic words and a small sphere of light begins to build in his hand. Peering through the dim light he launches the Guiding Bolt toward the elite guard. (Attack: 7 Damage: 11)
Seeing it miss he thinks to himself, Damn, I should have stayed in the cell. Come on, pull it together Evrik and get in the fight. He tries to compose himself and assess the situation unfolding before him.
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Feeling inspired by the efforts of the other prisoners, and the fact that he is no longer glowing, Immotichey calls forth another flame and send it to the Elite drow. "You boast too much," he growls through clenched teeth.
Produce Flame Attack: 13, Damage: 1
Immotichey, I am assuming you used inspiration since your attack was at advantage, and Evrik had not attacked yet (though he missed anyway)
The drow laughs as he dodges the last three spells thrown at him before saying "This is why casters are weak, Flail, it's all you're good for!"
Through the mind link, Stool managed to wink out a final, thought, imposing the image, and direction where his home would lie, before his existence fades out.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Laying propped up on the floor against the wall, Crispy begins to focus - shaking her head to get rid of the stars. She growls at the Drow Elite and quickly props up to a fighting stance, watching the casters miss, and a few melee strikes hit the heavily armored Drow Elite. She vaults around Chubby, and yells at the Drow, "Hoped you liked the meal Chubby made ya! Stop messing around with the hors d'oeuvres, it's time for the MAIN COURSE!"
Main Attack: 18 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
Offhand Attack: 6 Damage: 3
Sneak Damage: 4
Ah shitsnacks. Such a great damage roll. Too bad it probably didn't penetrate. Unlike Arthasis.
The Elite deftly sidesteps your first attack, parrying the other with his hand, pushing your offhand away, and striking at your jaw with his knee in a counterattack. 15 - 4
(Forgot to state what was what, Attack roll/Damage)
His knee squarely hitting your chin.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
(Pre-Post)
Frustrated that his efforts until now did not have the desired results, Arthasis decided to switch targets and focused on the second Soldier (#2) still standing. “Just die already!”, he shouted in anger and casted Eldritch Blast at him. Attack: 2 Damage: 6
Thank the Hells her military training taught her not to chew on her own tongue while fighting, or THAT would have been messing. Instead, Crispy could literally feel her teeth rattle in her head as the knee connected. Sure, she had been in countless melee brawls, and could take a few hits, but she wanted to keep her tongue. She lets out a loud grunt as the hit connects, and spins around to try and get a better attack point when it's her turn again.
Spitting out blood, she taunts, "You hit as hard as my dead grandmother!"
With a crossbow bolt sticking out of his lower gut, Chubby laughs heartily "You missed the bullseye of my belly button you idiot!" at the run-o-the-mill solider who shot him. He continues to attack the Elite guard with gusto: Attack: 10 Damage: 4.
He'll then use his bonus action to use his Second Wind skill and heal himself for 3 hit points.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
The elite guard took his shortsword, striking out at Chubby who seems to be the only threat worth concerning himself with, and after dodging the attack, he cracked the hilt of his weapon against the back of Chubby's head. Hit: 10 Damage 5
The Dwarfs girth pushing against the drows leg causing his attack to miss.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
'Thank help for small miracles' Cade thought, closing the door again. At the sight of the battle beginning to turn for the worse, Cade grimaces and starts look around the room. If he can find a pair of scimitar, hand axes -- just a pair of any light weapons that weren't just daggers, he'll go to snatch them off their rack. Rather or not he succeeds, he'll casts one last look at the battle... and had to squeeze his eyes shut for a second.
'No, no, no. Don't go there. It's not like back then. It's...' As Cade's thoughts trail off there, he opens his eyes and mouth the words 'worse'. He barely spares anyone another glance as he tries to creep along the fringes of the room and battle, and use the multiple bodies as cover for his attempt to sneak past towards the next area.
Bonus Action: hide for 10 against Elite.
Yog - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Stars/Celestial (Libretalia)
Nobody - [Feral-Tiefling]Wizard/Sorcerer - War/Draconic (HoTDQ)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Dreams/Archfey
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Hiatus:
Xanrazan - [Earth Genasi]Bard - College of Swords(Shadowthorn's Princess of the Apocalypse)
DM Mechanic Roll: 23
Elite Perception: 18
Soldier Perception: 18
Cade see's various Shortswords, Handaxes, daggers, a few Polearms, a single claymore. All of them run-of-the-mill, soldier-standard equipment.
The elite and the soldier both notice you trying to sneak about, "Where do you think you're going?" one of them shouts. The elite swapping to his crossbow, and taking a shot. Attack:8 Damage: 7
The bolt aiming squarely in Cade's Knee, and piercing out the other side. (any action that involves movement of that leg is hindered. your movement is reduced by 10 feet.)
Then, commanding his subordinate to "Finish of that worthless Quaggoth!"
Complying immediately, dropping his crossbow, and wielding his shortsword, he would stab at the Quaggoth prince. Attack18 Damage: 8
The Quaggoth Prince almost falling prone, breath ragged.
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The Gnome finally joining the Frey, stabbing at the elite with his dagger in a charging rush that seemed out of character for him "Bet I can kill him 'afore you's alls!". Attack:14 Damage: 8
The rest of the prisoners moving as a murderball still.
Twins - 13 Damage 3
Dwarf - 17 Damage 6
Buppido - 4 Damage 2
The Kou-Toa, still remaining out of the fight.
----
The elite striking out at each of them, however he seemed.. ragged compared to when the fight had started, his movements were more sluggish. Perhaps avoiding so MANY different sources of attack was wearing him down. (reaction attacks, in the order they were rolled above.)
19
13
26
18
--- Damage in order ---
5
8
8
8 7
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Buppido falls to the floor, as blood drips from a stab wound across his chest. Still clinging to life, just barely "Merely a setback"
The elite dodging the eldritch blast without even trying.
(The elite is now exhausted, any attack made against him is made at advantage from this point on.)
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Seeing goblin, which was kind enough to share his soup with him, take a bolt to the knee that looks bad enough to almost bring the gonlin down, Immotichey reaches out towards him, says a few words in draconic and a wave of green healing energy is released.
Healing Word, 6
He then turns his attention back to the soldier he had already injured and launches another ball of flame at him.
Produce Flame Attack: 24, Damage: 8
Evrik was heading toward the Quaggoth prince when he heard Cade go down. The creature was odd, but there was something about the goblin. He was the first face Evrik saw when waking in the cell and there was something in his eyes. He said a quick prayer to the lady of the wood, asking her to watch over the prince, then he rushed to Cade's side but Immo had already blessed the goblin.
He turned back towards the Elite guard, began a short prayer and unleashed a deafening sound of the bell upon the drow. (Toll the Dead Damage: 11 -- WIS:12 save)
Roll above is wrong, should not have had the advantage on it for damage. Looks like the 3 was first.
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