As Ery looks at the beast, she is able to distinguish them as worgs, large wolf-like creatures. Much stronger and smarter than wolves, worgs speak their own language, and are used as mounts by goblins and hobglobins.
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Ery rushes up beside Faene though trying not to surprise her. “My fair lady, be careful for where there are worgs, there may be goblins or hobgoblins.” As he is not close enough to use his mace, he will use Sacred Flame on the one Faene had already hit.
As the worg wenches in pain from Faene's attack, it repositions its weight to its hind legs, getting ready to pounce at Strepit. As it starts to leap, a beam of flowing light strikes it from the sky, knocking it back to the ground. It bounce off of the hard ground, letting out a loud cry. As it stands back up, you can see patches where the hair was either burned, blasted, scraped, or cut off, with blood oozing from each injury.
Jark seeing that one of the Worgs is being beaten back targets the uninjured one trying to keep pressure on it so Strepit can kill it, When the target makes it to within 5ft of Strepit and the group : one 10 ( Advantage due to Pack tactics ) : DMG 6 And Sneak attack would at the extra 6.
Damn, well Jark will continue to watch over the front gate and provide support to the others, if he notices someone sneaking up on the other three he will shout out or try to warn them.
DM: Are the Worgs aware of him yet? so I know whether to keep applying sneak attack.
As Mark's arrow whizzes past his companions, it punches through the empty cart with a definite thud. As Strepit jumps and claps, waves of booming sound come from him, as if his clapping was as powerful as a thunder storm. The worgs start shudder and tremble in place as they whimper and whine from the effects of the spell.
As the halfling blasts the worgs with noise Faene grips her spear in both hands and then moves forward towards the worgs quickly. Hearing the halflings words she grimaces and gets ready to strike the moment she gets up close.
If I am within 30ft and therefore able to make an attack at the end of my movement I will strike with my spear, here are some attack rolls for you:
attack: 10 (If I don't hit I will use the inspiration strepit gave me to add: 6 )
And damage on a hit: 6
If I am not within 30ft then I will take the dodge action at the end of my movement, preparing myself in case they come at me.
As the powerful half-orc charges the beat up worg, she sees a glint of fear in its eyes, just as her spear pierces through the chest of the beast. It falls to the ground, now silent. The other worg looks in shock at the fate of its companion, and lunges at the Faene.
Bite attack: 6, damage if hit 12
As the seemingly fearsome creature leaps at Faene with its teeth gnashing, it flies through the air. As it comes back to the ground, missing its target, its feet slide out from under itself, and its head connects with the cobblestone road with a nasty crack. It takes a while for it to stand back up, clearly dazed.
Seeing the effect his spell had on the previous worg, Ery attempts it again on the second worg, saying ”It is not necessary for you to meet the same fate as your friend. Feel free to back down now.”
Jark will take another shot, if the worg is dead or the others indicate he should hold fire he will make a perception to make sure nothing has been attracted by Strepits Thunder wave and then go tot he others. Perception : 6
Seeing the incoming attacks, the worg tries to dodge out of the way. But, do to its possible concussion, it doesn't go far before taken the full brunt of both attacks, and dropping dead.
Strepit turns around slowly, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape, "That was AMAZING" as a wide smile encompasses his face. He points to Faene, "First you with the axe, I totally didn't see it coming, and then you," Shifting to Ery, "with the fire, it was all whoosh, Bikahhhh." His emotions suddenly calm, "Are you guys Adventurers?!"
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On seeing that the battle appears to be over, Jark will stow his bow in favour of his sword and a dagger before making his way towards the others.
When he gets there he would like to get a look around at the area the worgs were in 11 just to see if there is any indication as to whether more exist. " I have 18 arrows left, do they have anything on them? does that corpse have anything of interest on it? " Jark says as he looks around, trying to watch for any movement while clutching his sword, clearly not liking the idea of being on the other end of an opportune moment for an ambush. "well met halfing, why are you here and make it quick?" he tries to say without snapping as he edges towards the wagon for cover.
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OoC: I wanted to see if Ery knew anything about what these creatures are and anything about them real quick
Nature: 17
As Ery looks at the beast, she is able to distinguish them as worgs, large wolf-like creatures. Much stronger and smarter than wolves, worgs speak their own language, and are used as mounts by goblins and hobglobins.
Ery rushes up beside Faene though trying not to surprise her. “My fair lady, be careful for where there are worgs, there may be goblins or hobgoblins.” As he is not close enough to use his mace, he will use Sacred Flame on the one Faene had already hit.
Attack: Dex 12 Save Damage: 6
Does he target the one already injures by Faene's hand axe, or the uninjured one?
Injured
As the worg wenches in pain from Faene's attack, it repositions its weight to its hind legs, getting ready to pounce at Strepit. As it starts to leap, a beam of flowing light strikes it from the sky, knocking it back to the ground. It bounce off of the hard ground, letting out a loud cry. As it stands back up, you can see patches where the hair was either burned, blasted, scraped, or cut off, with blood oozing from each injury.
Jark seeing that one of the Worgs is being beaten back targets the uninjured one trying to keep pressure on it so Strepit can kill it, When the target makes it to within 5ft of Strepit and the group : one 10 ( Advantage due to Pack tactics ) : DMG 6 And Sneak attack would at the extra 6.
Damn, well Jark will continue to watch over the front gate and provide support to the others, if he notices someone sneaking up on the other three he will shout out or try to warn them.
DM: Are the Worgs aware of him yet? so I know whether to keep applying sneak attack.
*I'm going to take it that they're within 15 feet of strepit and hopefully none of my allies are*
At seeing these random strangers come to his aid, Strepit claps with delight, casting Thunderwave at level 1
CON SAVE 13 on a successful save they take half damage and are not pushed back ten feet. It also emits a thunderous boom heard 300 feet away.
DMG: 11
As I clap, I look over to Faene, and laughing say "Good show! Good show! Tell me you've got more!" and give her inspiration
At this time, they at aware
As Mark's arrow whizzes past his companions, it punches through the empty cart with a definite thud. As Strepit jumps and claps, waves of booming sound come from him, as if his clapping was as powerful as a thunder storm. The worgs start shudder and tremble in place as they whimper and whine from the effects of the spell.
*"Started shudder and tell in place" what?*
Thank you for pointing that out. I have fixed the last sentences of post 51 so it actually makes sense.
As the halfling blasts the worgs with noise Faene grips her spear in both hands and then moves forward towards the worgs quickly. Hearing the halflings words she grimaces and gets ready to strike the moment she gets up close.
If I am within 30ft and therefore able to make an attack at the end of my movement I will strike with my spear, here are some attack rolls for you:
attack: 10 (If I don't hit I will use the inspiration strepit gave me to add: 6 )
And damage on a hit: 6
If I am not within 30ft then I will take the dodge action at the end of my movement, preparing myself in case they come at me.
As the powerful half-orc charges the beat up worg, she sees a glint of fear in its eyes, just as her spear pierces through the chest of the beast. It falls to the ground, now silent. The other worg looks in shock at the fate of its companion, and lunges at the Faene.
Bite attack: 6, damage if hit 12
As the seemingly fearsome creature leaps at Faene with its teeth gnashing, it flies through the air. As it comes back to the ground, missing its target, its feet slide out from under itself, and its head connects with the cobblestone road with a nasty crack. It takes a while for it to stand back up, clearly dazed.
Seeing the effect his spell had on the previous worg, Ery attempts it again on the second worg, saying ”It is not necessary for you to meet the same fate as your friend. Feel free to back down now.”
Attack: Dex 12 Save Damage: 5
Jark will take another shot, if the worg is dead or the others indicate he should hold fire he will make a perception to make sure nothing has been attracted by Strepits Thunder wave and then go tot he others. Perception : 6
Attack roll : 23 : Damage 7 Plus Sneak attack 4
Seeing the incoming attacks, the worg tries to dodge out of the way. But, do to its possible concussion, it doesn't go far before taken the full brunt of both attacks, and dropping dead.
“Well it was a mighty battle. You all fought impressively. I am sure you are fine little man?” Ery says raising one eyebrow.
Strepit turns around slowly, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape, "That was AMAZING" as a wide smile encompasses his face. He points to Faene, "First you with the axe, I totally didn't see it coming, and then you," Shifting to Ery, "with the fire, it was all whoosh, Bikahhhh." His emotions suddenly calm, "Are you guys Adventurers?!"
On seeing that the battle appears to be over, Jark will stow his bow in favour of his sword and a dagger before making his way towards the others.
When he gets there he would like to get a look around at the area the worgs were in 11 just to see if there is any indication as to whether more exist. " I have 18 arrows left, do they have anything on them? does that corpse have anything of interest on it? " Jark says as he looks around, trying to watch for any movement while clutching his sword, clearly not liking the idea of being on the other end of an opportune moment for an ambush. "well met halfing, why are you here and make it quick?" he tries to say without snapping as he edges towards the wagon for cover.