OoC: Depending on whether the hobgoblin next to him dies or not before his actual turn, Anton will either attack it again, or move to the other two, trying to get within 5' of both if possible, and attack one.
Ordrin lights the 2nd Hobgoblin in front in a radiant bath, almost simultaneously with Anton parrying and opening a large wound in the hobs neck. It falls forward, limp. Seeing Mixum and Pip miss the Hobs coming for Pip, Anton turns and quickly ends one of the heavily armored hobgoblins with a hard slash to the unprotected head, and Lokk turns and fires two well placed daggers in the remaining Hobgoblin, landing a dead body @ Pip's feet.
Lokk sigh of relief turns into a grunt as he carefully pulls out(or push all the way through) an arrow in his side. "Sneaky buggers.. heh. Well done." He retrieves his daggers in short order, but whispers something akin to a prayer under his breathe each time. To those close enough and in the know, the words are off, but sound like a shortened prayer spoken of worshipers of Helm. "What do you think? Armor still good enough for one of you?"He asks, gesturing to the hobgoblin corpses.
He leaves determine the armors condition to the others while he refills his quiver with goblin arrows, and pat them down for anything of use or value. "Can't be many more left now. Somebody should check that northern door. Make sure foxhole killers aren't lying-in-wait."
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2 of the four pieces of Plate mail the Hobgolbins were wearing are borderline untouched; recently crafted and undamaged by the precise strikes the group used to dispatch their owners
Inside the door you see a room with a door to the west, and a door to the east. Old casks of salted meat and sacks of rotting grain fill this storage area. Among the supplies, you see a bloody suit of chain mail, a heavy crossbow, and an unsheathed longsword with the emblem of Neverwinter worked into its hilt. There is a smell of unwashed goblin coming from the west.
You had almost forgotten he was with you as he had been striving to stay out of the way, but Gundren pipes up. "What's in there? This combat is not what I am comfy with. Ale and rocks are my business. And business. Not swords and arrows. Perhaps we should just go see Reidroth?"
Anton is immediately drawn to the sword, grabbing it and adding it to his large collection of weapons for closer examination later.
Calling back to Gundren and the others, he says, "Not a lot in here, but I suspect more goblins might be in the next room. Be ready. We're almost done here."
OoC: Any chance of an updated map? It's hard to keep track of where we've been and what's left to check out.
"Gotta give them credit. They know how to maintain their gear."Lokk comments on as he finishes looking over the fallen. He starts to say more, but hesitates at Gundren's overheard words. With a sigh and a mental note to come back for the armor later, Lokk gets his daggers ready. If he can get into the room, and sees the goblin actually enter it from the west, he throws them immediately in hopes of catching the creature off-guard before it can even think to arlm the others.
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Curerntly: Player In: Zalosultuvan: High-Elf "Park" Ranger - Road Trip(DM'd by leapingmountain)
Previously:
Player In: Xeno: Simic Hybrid Madman-Coliseum of Conquest: 6W-0L| Total Downs: 1 (Retired)
DM In: Lost Mines of Phandelver (Formerly run by Ceekay77)
Squinting at the sword and armor, Gundren exclaims "That's Sildar's gear that is! He'll be happy to have that back. Nundro?! Yes that's me brother. Have you seen him? He and Tharden, me other brother, should be well started on reclaiming Wave Echo Cave by now"
"Okay, I'm going to open this door on the left. Ready?" Anton says, reaching for the western door and bracing himself for either an attack or a pile of dead bodies.
Anton opens the door and the smell grows stronger. Four plain straw pallets and bedrolls are lined up on the floor of this barracks. Brackets on the walls hold a number of weapons — spears, swords, morningstars, and more. The north wall shows signs of damage, but the floor is swept clean of rubble. There are piles of dirty and soiled linen in one corner, the apparent source of the smell.
"We'll have to pick up the rest on the way out, Mr. Gundrun."Lokk whispers to Gundrun before taking his place to fire into the room Anton opens up, the moment a hostile enters his vision now. It is only after the fact he realizes the firbolg's disappearance. But time being present, he doesn't let his thoughts linger on the quiet one.
Seeing the hobgoblins strike his comrades Ordrin focus on the wounded one to try to thin their ranks.
Save: Dex 12
Damage: 4
OoC: Depending on whether the hobgoblin next to him dies or not before his actual turn, Anton will either attack it again, or move to the other two, trying to get within 5' of both if possible, and attack one.
Attack: 22 Damage: 12
"Darvin" | Changeling | Hexblade 1 / Swords Bard 6 | Descent Into Avernus (AC 19; PP 14; 52/52 HP)
Anton Chergoba | Human | Battlemaster 4 | Lost Mines of Phandelver (AC 20; PP 14; 36/36 HP)
Dex save: 12
(OoC nicely done! -- 100xp each)
Lokk sigh of relief turns into a grunt as he carefully pulls out(or push all the way through) an arrow in his side. "Sneaky buggers.. heh. Well done." He retrieves his daggers in short order, but whispers something akin to a prayer under his breathe each time. To those close enough and in the know, the words are off, but sound like a shortened prayer spoken of worshipers of Helm. "What do you think? Armor still good enough for one of you?" He asks, gesturing to the hobgoblin corpses.
He leaves determine the armors condition to the others while he refills his quiver with goblin arrows, and pat them down for anything of use or value. "Can't be many more left now. Somebody should check that northern door. Make sure foxhole killers aren't lying-in-wait."
Curerntly:
Player In:
Zalosultuvan: High-Elf "Park" Ranger - Road Trip(DM'd by leapingmountain)
Previously:
Player In:
Xeno: Simic Hybrid Madman-Coliseum of Conquest: 6W-0L| Total Downs: 1 (Retired)
DM In:
Lost Mines of Phandelver (Formerly run by Ceekay77)
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2 of the four pieces of Plate mail the Hobgolbins were wearing are borderline untouched; recently crafted and undamaged by the precise strikes the group used to dispatch their owners
Anton nods at Lokk. "I'll go," he says, heading to the northern door and opening it to check for further ambush threats.
"Darvin" | Changeling | Hexblade 1 / Swords Bard 6 | Descent Into Avernus (AC 19; PP 14; 52/52 HP)
Anton Chergoba | Human | Battlemaster 4 | Lost Mines of Phandelver (AC 20; PP 14; 36/36 HP)
Anton is immediately drawn to the sword, grabbing it and adding it to his large collection of weapons for closer examination later.
Calling back to Gundren and the others, he says, "Not a lot in here, but I suspect more goblins might be in the next room. Be ready. We're almost done here."
OoC: Any chance of an updated map? It's hard to keep track of where we've been and what's left to check out.
"Darvin" | Changeling | Hexblade 1 / Swords Bard 6 | Descent Into Avernus (AC 19; PP 14; 52/52 HP)
Anton Chergoba | Human | Battlemaster 4 | Lost Mines of Phandelver (AC 20; PP 14; 36/36 HP)
Ordrin glances toward Anton then turns to Gundren. "Do you know a dwarf by the name of Nundro, Gundren?" He looks back to Anton. "Ready!" he calls.
(I'll get a map and an update out a bit later)
"Gotta give them credit. They know how to maintain their gear." Lokk comments on as he finishes looking over the fallen. He starts to say more, but hesitates at Gundren's overheard words. With a sigh and a mental note to come back for the armor later, Lokk gets his daggers ready. If he can get into the room, and sees the goblin actually enter it from the west, he throws them immediately in hopes of catching the creature off-guard before it can even think to arlm the others.
Curerntly:
Player In:
Zalosultuvan: High-Elf "Park" Ranger - Road Trip(DM'd by leapingmountain)
Previously:
Player In:
Xeno: Simic Hybrid Madman-Coliseum of Conquest: 6W-0L| Total Downs: 1 (Retired)
DM In:
Lost Mines of Phandelver (Formerly run by Ceekay77)
Squinting at the sword and armor, Gundren exclaims "That's Sildar's gear that is! He'll be happy to have that back. Nundro?! Yes that's me brother. Have you seen him? He and Tharden, me other brother, should be well started on reclaiming Wave Echo Cave by now"
**EDITED
"Okay, I'm going to open this door on the left. Ready?" Anton says, reaching for the western door and bracing himself for either an attack or a pile of dead bodies.
"Darvin" | Changeling | Hexblade 1 / Swords Bard 6 | Descent Into Avernus (AC 19; PP 14; 52/52 HP)
Anton Chergoba | Human | Battlemaster 4 | Lost Mines of Phandelver (AC 20; PP 14; 36/36 HP)
Pip readies his crossbow. "Ready."
"We'll have to pick up the rest on the way out, Mr. Gundrun." Lokk whispers to Gundrun before taking his place to fire into the room Anton opens up, the moment a hostile enters his vision now. It is only after the fact he realizes the firbolg's disappearance. But time being present, he doesn't let his thoughts linger on the quiet one.
Curerntly:
Player In:
Zalosultuvan: High-Elf "Park" Ranger - Road Trip(DM'd by leapingmountain)
Previously:
Player In:
Xeno: Simic Hybrid Madman-Coliseum of Conquest: 6W-0L| Total Downs: 1 (Retired)
DM In:
Lost Mines of Phandelver (Formerly run by Ceekay77)
Pip blanches at the strong odor now that the door is open.
"I'm not going in there. I'll watch from out here. "