Balasar, make a perception check. With advantage as you are actively on guard.
[Per Kennedy's request, I'm rolling for Balasar while he is on honeymoon] 13, 10
Hearing the soft patter of bare feet on stone, Balasar turns to see a grey skinned woman at the end of the hall, dressed in hides the color of charcoal. Despite the primitiveness of her attire, there is a regal arrogance on her ugly face, and she stands tall as she begins to mutter.
Eyes wide, Balasar considers whether to find cover or charge this attacker. Knowing time is short, and unsure of what dweomer the hag might be intoning, Balasar charges, weapon drawn and wreathed in a whirling radiant cloud.
12
Still standing tall, still intoning the hag moves her hand with lightning speed and actually catches Balasar's sword blade. Through her vile utterances, the hag sneers at the Dragonborn and throws a backhand at his face.
Balasar, make a perception check. With advantage as you are actively on guard.
[Per Kennedy's request, I'm rolling for Balasar while he is on honeymoon] 13, 10
Hearing the soft patter of bare feet on stone, Balasar turns to see a grey skinned woman at the end of the hall, dressed in hides the color of charcoal. Despite the primitiveness of her attire, there is a regal arrogance on her ugly face, and she stands tall as she begins to mutter.
Eyes wide, Balasar considers whether to find cover or charge this attacker. Knowing time is short, and unsure of what dweomer the hag might be intoning, Balasar charges, weapon drawn and wreathed in a whirling radiant cloud.
12
Still standing tall, still intoning the hag moves her hand with lightning speed and actually catches Balasar's sword blade. Through her vile utterances, the hag sneers at the Dragonborn and throws a backhand at his face.
14 damage: 14
But with equal speed, Balasar yanks his sword free and slaps the hag's hand aside with the flat of his blade. The two stand facing each other, guarded, and the hag ceases to chant, claws extending into 3 foot razors and eyes fiery. Then, still guarded, she backs up a few steps and speaks. Her voice belies her appearance, sounding less like the venerable apespawn she appears, and more like that of an attractive female dragonborn's.
"Our price remains, lesser son of Kriv. Stand aside and all you desire can be yours. Stay in our path, and we'll trample you." She spits black phlegm onto the floor, where after a moment it begins to wriggle away as if alive, "You have no idea what you've done... but the coven is merciful. It's not too late."
Balasar, make a perception check. With advantage as you are actively on guard.
[Per Kennedy's request, I'm rolling for Balasar while he is on honeymoon] 13, 10
Hearing the soft patter of bare feet on stone, Balasar turns to see a grey skinned woman at the end of the hall, dressed in hides the color of charcoal. Despite the primitiveness of her attire, there is a regal arrogance on her ugly face, and she stands tall as she begins to mutter.
Eyes wide, Balasar considers whether to find cover or charge this attacker. Knowing time is short, and unsure of what dweomer the hag might be intoning, Balasar charges, weapon drawn and wreathed in a whirling radiant cloud.
12
Still standing tall, still intoning the hag moves her hand with lightning speed and actually catches Balasar's sword blade. Through her vile utterances, the hag sneers at the Dragonborn and throws a backhand at his face.
14 damage: 14
But with equal speed, Balasar yanks his sword free and slaps the hag's hand aside with the flat of his blade. The two stand facing each other, guarded, and the hag ceases to chant, claws extending into 3 foot razors and eyes fiery. Then, still guarded, she backs up a few steps and speaks. Her voice belies her appearance, sounding less like the venerable apespawn she appears, and more like that of an attractive female dragonborn's.
"Our price remains, lesser son of Kriv. Stand aside and all you desire can be yours. Stay in our path, and we'll trample you." She spits black phlegm onto the floor, where after a moment it begins to wriggle away as if alive, "You have no idea what you've done... but the coven is merciful. It's not too late."
Balasar, make a perception check. With advantage as you are actively on guard.
[Per Kennedy's request, I'm rolling for Balasar while he is on honeymoon] 13, 10
Hearing the soft patter of bare feet on stone, Balasar turns to see a grey skinned woman at the end of the hall, dressed in hides the color of charcoal. Despite the primitiveness of her attire, there is a regal arrogance on her ugly face, and she stands tall as she begins to mutter.
Eyes wide, Balasar considers whether to find cover or charge this attacker. Knowing time is short, and unsure of what dweomer the hag might be intoning, Balasar charges, weapon drawn and wreathed in a whirling radiant cloud.
12
Still standing tall, still intoning the hag moves her hand with lightning speed and actually catches Balasar's sword blade. Through her vile utterances, the hag sneers at the Dragonborn and throws a backhand at his face.
14 damage: 14
But with equal speed, Balasar yanks his sword free and slaps the hag's hand aside with the flat of his blade. The two stand facing each other, guarded, and the hag ceases to chant, claws extending into 3 foot razors and eyes fiery. Then, still guarded, she backs up a few steps and speaks. Her voice belies her appearance, sounding less like the venerable apespawn she appears, and more like that of an attractive female dragonborn's.
"Our price remains, lesser son of Kriv. Stand aside and all you desire can be yours. Stay in our path, and we'll trample you." She spits black phlegm onto the floor, where after a moment it begins to wriggle away as if alive, "You have no idea what you've done... but the coven is merciful. It's not too late."
[Elaric may roll a perception check]
Perception check: 9
[Elaric don't hear shit.]
The hag grins, "There is unrest in the house of Delmirev, growing by the day. I wonder who will lay claim to the ash heap when all is said and done? Perhaps, oh mighty champion of the divine, it could be you. With a little help from your friends Yfelwyf and Itandotter, of course."
A hissing voice spits a curse from behind and Balasar feels a stinging pain in his back 9 .
"Sister!" another voice calls, also strangely draconic, "We have it! Flee!"
The hag grins, "There is unrest in the house of Delmirev, growing by the day. I wonder who will lay claim to the ash heap when all is said and done? Perhaps, oh mighty champion of the divine, it could be you. With a little help from your friends Yfelwyf and Itandotter, of course."
A hissing voice spits a curse from behind and Balasar feels a stinging pain in his back 9 .
"Sister!" another voice calls, also strangely draconic, "We have it! Flee!"
Balasar dares not turn to face this new threat, not with a hag so close. He lunges forward, seeking to skewer the hag.
"Treachery!" he bellows.
18 Damage: 15
Again, the hag seeks to block the blow, but this time a divine light flares at the tip of Balasar's sword, unraveling the strange protective magics that bolster her unnatural resistance to damage. The weapon pierces her palm, then her shoulder and she howls.
Yanking free of the blade with strength that belies her appearance, she clutches something like a large ruby pearl about her neck, and vanishes.
Spinning around, Balasar sees a second hag of lesser stature and bearing for a moment before she too clutches a large pearl and disappears.
[Elaric may attempt to defy fate and not hear the howling of a hag and the roar of an angry Dragonborn]
Balasar dares not turn to face this new threat, not with a hag so close. He lunges forward, seeking to skewer the hag.
"Treachery!" he bellows.
18 Damage: 15
Again, the hag seeks to block the blow, but this time a divine light flares at the tip of Balasar's sword, unraveling the strange protective magics that bolster her unnatural resistance to damage. The weapon pierces her palm, then her shoulder and she howls.
Yanking free of the blade with strength that belies her appearance, she clutches something like a large ruby pearl about her neck, and vanishes.
Spinning around, Balasar sees a second hag of lesser stature and bearing for a moment before she too clutches a large pearl and disappears.
[Elaric may attempt to defy fate and not hear the howling of a hag and the roar of an angry Dragonborn]
Balasar dares not turn to face this new threat, not with a hag so close. He lunges forward, seeking to skewer the hag.
"Treachery!" he bellows.
18 Damage: 15
Again, the hag seeks to block the blow, but this time a divine light flares at the tip of Balasar's sword, unraveling the strange protective magics that bolster her unnatural resistance to damage. The weapon pierces her palm, then her shoulder and she howls.
Yanking free of the blade with strength that belies her appearance, she clutches something like a large ruby pearl about her neck, and vanishes.
Spinning around, Balasar sees a second hag of lesser stature and bearing for a moment before she too clutches a large pearl and disappears.
[Elaric may attempt to defy fate and not hear the howling of a hag and the roar of an angry Dragonborn]
Perception: 25
Elaric, Boyle and company hear the sounds of battle. The mercenaries draw weapons, "Perhaps I spoke too soon," Boyle says, visibly tense. "Men! Follow me! mages, take positions behind the shields."
The mercenaries proceed up the stairs to the sounds of battle, Karl notably in the rear of the group.
Back to Balasar, something is wrong. The black thing the hag spat out seems to still be moving, and growing. Big.
Balasar back up, sword at the ready. As Boyle and the company enter the area, and as Wendell, Guan Hao, Skoth, Mady, and Bruna enter the ruins, the wriggling thing has become large and gives off the strong stink of vinegar. It raises inky pseudopods in the mercenaries direction and starts oozing towards them.
Still standing tall, still intoning the hag moves her hand with lightning speed and actually catches Balasar's sword blade.
Through her vile utterances, the hag sneers at the Dragonborn and throws a backhand at his face.
14 damage: 14
But with equal speed, Balasar yanks his sword free and slaps the hag's hand aside with the flat of his blade. The two stand facing each other, guarded, and the hag ceases to chant, claws extending into 3 foot razors and eyes fiery. Then, still guarded, she backs up a few steps and speaks. Her voice belies her appearance, sounding less like the venerable apespawn she appears, and more like that of an attractive female dragonborn's.
"Our price remains, lesser son of Kriv. Stand aside and all you desire can be yours. Stay in our path, and we'll trample you." She spits black phlegm onto the floor, where after a moment it begins to wriggle away as if alive, "You have no idea what you've done... but the coven is merciful. It's not too late."
[Elaric may roll a perception check]
Perception check: 21
[Elaric don't hear shit.]
The hag grins, "There is unrest in the house of Delmirev, growing by the day. I wonder who will lay claim to the ash heap when all is said and done? Perhaps, oh mighty champion of the divine, it could be you. With a little help from your friends Yfelwyf and Itandotter, of course."
A hissing voice spits a curse from behind and Balasar feels a stinging pain in his back 9 .
"Sister!" another voice calls, also strangely draconic, "We have it! Flee!"
[Elaric may make another perception check]
Perception: 10
Balasar dares not turn to face this new threat, not with a hag so close. He lunges forward, seeking to skewer the hag.
"Treachery!" he bellows.
18 Damage: 15
Again, the hag seeks to block the blow, but this time a divine light flares at the tip of Balasar's sword, unraveling the strange protective magics that bolster her unnatural resistance to damage. The weapon pierces her palm, then her shoulder and she howls.
Yanking free of the blade with strength that belies her appearance, she clutches something like a large ruby pearl about her neck, and vanishes.
Spinning around, Balasar sees a second hag of lesser stature and bearing for a moment before she too clutches a large pearl and disappears.
[Elaric may attempt to defy fate and not hear the howling of a hag and the roar of an angry Dragonborn]
Perception: 25
Elaric, Boyle and company hear the sounds of battle. The mercenaries draw weapons, "Perhaps I spoke too soon," Boyle says, visibly tense. "Men! Follow me! mages, take positions behind the shields."
The mercenaries proceed up the stairs to the sounds of battle, Karl notably in the rear of the group.
Medicine check: 16
Karl is exhausted, and barely holding it together. Whatever has been happening to him, it's slow, sloppy, and unhealthy.
Back to Balasar, something is wrong. The black thing the hag spat out seems to still be moving, and growing. Big.
Balasar back up, sword at the ready. As Boyle and the company enter the area, and as Wendell, Guan Hao, Skoth, Mady, and Bruna enter the ruins, the wriggling thing has become large and gives off the strong stink of vinegar. It raises inky pseudopods in the mercenaries direction and starts oozing towards them.
[Everyone roll initiative]
Guan Hao's Initiative: 5
The Goliath is still nursing a wicked hangover.
Elaric's initiative: 11
Wendell's Initiative: 4
Balasar's Initiative: 2
Mady's Initiative: 21
Skoth Innitiative: 10
The Stygian fluid's initiative: 17
Gong's initiative: 24
Mercenary Initiative: 14
Merc Wizard (Hesh) Intitiative: 22
Karl Initiative: 15