So as Pokim, Vruuk, and Carmir make their way to the door, they manage to stay relatively quiet, shuffling to the door that appears to be connected to some kind of foundation of a larger building. As Pokim places his hand on the handle and goes to open the door, he realizes that it doesn't budge. Carmir notices that the door is locked and he can hear a couple muffled voices talking and a few shadows seem to block the light that glows from under the door as they move around.
If Carmir warns about the voices, or Vruuk can clearly see them gathering by the door, he quickly pats Pok'im on the shoulder to get his attention. After motioning for the two to ram through the door together(if possible), or ushers Pok'im to take the lead on the charge while Vruuk readies his bow to fire at the first hostile looking creature inside.
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So as Carmir points out the shadows moving in the light that is shining under the door, Vruuk and Pokim plan to ram the door. As Pokim takes a few steps back, he lowers his shoulder at the same time Vruuk draws his longbow. After digging his clawed feet into the loose dirt, the bugbear takes off in a sprint towards the door. Right as Pokim's large shoulder is about to hit the door, Vruuk Gives the door a hard kick with his bow drawn in his hands. The door explodes inwards in a shower of splinters and dust, startling three silver robed men in what looks to be some kind of storage room at first glance. Startled, The three men look as though they are going run.....
Vruuk, you can make your readied action and then we will roll initiative.
Vruuk lets loose and arrow that catches one of the silver robed men completely by surprise as it slams into the side of his knee with such force that his legs buckle and he crumples to the ground. His head slams hard into the cobblestone floor with a loud thud as a small pool of blood begins to form around the mans motionless head. (Cultist 1 = KO'D)
The other two are caught off guard as well, shielding their eyes form the debris of the door and then realizing their companion is laying on the ground in bad shape.
Cinders eyes one of the cultists and goes to spit a bolt of flame at one of the cultists but instead of fire and warbling mass of energy leaves his mouth instead. (Chaos Bolt) Exploding into acid on impact.
Carmir makes sweeping gestures with both arms, ending with a sudden thrust forward as he calls, "Confringo!" A small jet of flame materializes from his open palms and flies at the same cultist Cinders targeted.
Cinders pokes his head through the doorway with smoke rolling from his nostrils as he prepares to incinerate the cultists. As he takes a deep breath, he momentarily chokes and gags on the smoke, causing him to projectile vomit a sticky green glob towards the cultist. The glob slams hard into some shelving behind the silver robed figures with a sickening splat moments before steam and smoke seem to rise from the glob as it eats away at the wooden shelves.
Pok'im wipes a bit of debris from his shoulder after stumbling through the few remaining bits of door in the doorway. Locking eyes with one of the cultists, the bugbear charges towards the figure with his pike lowered ready to skewer his enemy. After taking one step however, he slips one one of the shattered boards from the door and falls face first on to the ground. When he hits the ground, his pike slides out of his hands and skids across the floor towards the feet of the cultists.
Somewhat startled by Pok'im's hard fall, Carmir's focus on the cultist would waver just the slightest bit as his firebolt flies wide... streaking through the air and slamming into the wooden shelving behind them and igniting a crate resting upon the slowly dissolving section of shelving.
The badly wounded cultist is left bleeding on the floor laying in front of the dissolving and burning shelving with a small amount of blood pooling around his head and an arrow sticking out of his leg. (85). In an instant the dissolving shelf gives way and the flaming crate comes crashing down on the unconscious man, spilling what appears to be small sets of clothing and sheets all over him which quickly catch fire. (He is dead now)
The Cultist (2) closest to the bugbear on the ground will quickly draw his scimitar and plunge it down towards Pok'ims back before attempting to flee down the hallway on the far side of the room!
Attack: 22 Damage: 2
(Pokim, you can make an AOO if you want)
The third Cultist is going to pull out a dagger and heave it towards the kobold before making his way down the hallway as well, running off down the dimly light stone corridor.
Pokim manages to slash the cultists ankle as he runs away. Dropplets of blood seem to spill across the floor with every step as he tries to run down the hall way.
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"Not my fault.. Not my fault.. Not my fault..." Vruuk mutters over and over again after seeing the man crushed and begin to burn. Biting his lips, his eyes snap open again as he steps and lines up a shot on the already wounded cultist. As he takes aim this time there's a moment of hesitation on his part. "Sorry pa," He whispers as fires off another shot. This one aimed closer to the head to cut off any screams of pain from the wounded man.
So as Pokim, Vruuk, and Carmir make their way to the door, they manage to stay relatively quiet, shuffling to the door that appears to be connected to some kind of foundation of a larger building. As Pokim places his hand on the handle and goes to open the door, he realizes that it doesn't budge. Carmir notices that the door is locked and he can hear a couple muffled voices talking and a few shadows seem to block the light that glows from under the door as they move around.
If Carmir warns about the voices, or Vruuk can clearly see them gathering by the door, he quickly pats Pok'im on the shoulder to get his attention. After motioning for the two to ram through the door together(if possible), or ushers Pok'im to take the lead on the charge while Vruuk readies his bow to fire at the first hostile looking creature inside.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Pok’im put his shoulder to the door and pushes (Strength test 10)
DM - Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond
DM - Four bards walk into a bar...
Cracitus Tibicen (Tibi) - Aarokocra - Rogue [Swashbuckler] / Fighter [Battlemaster]
(Whoever is ramming can roll with advantage, Pokim you can roll a second D20 since you are getting help.)
(@Grant & Wrecks: Its all on Pok'im.)
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Second roll 17
DM - Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond
DM - Four bards walk into a bar...
Cracitus Tibicen (Tibi) - Aarokocra - Rogue [Swashbuckler] / Fighter [Battlemaster]
So as Carmir points out the shadows moving in the light that is shining under the door, Vruuk and Pokim plan to ram the door. As Pokim takes a few steps back, he lowers his shoulder at the same time Vruuk draws his longbow. After digging his clawed feet into the loose dirt, the bugbear takes off in a sprint towards the door. Right as Pokim's large shoulder is about to hit the door, Vruuk Gives the door a hard kick with his bow drawn in his hands. The door explodes inwards in a shower of splinters and dust, startling three silver robed men in what looks to be some kind of storage room at first glance. Startled, The three men look as though they are going run.....
Vruuk, you can make your readied action and then we will roll initiative.
Initiative: 23
Pok’im’s initiative (22)
DM - Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond
DM - Four bards walk into a bar...
Cracitus Tibicen (Tibi) - Aarokocra - Rogue [Swashbuckler] / Fighter [Battlemaster]
Growling, Vruuk fires at the farthest one in the leg, aiming to incapacitate the man with some serious pain!
Bow Attack: 16 Damage: 7 non-lethal and non-magical piercing.
If at advantage, here's both the sneak attack damage and advantage roll: Attack: 24 Damage: 1.
If considered Surprised target takes an additional: 9 points of damage from Bugbear Surprise Attack.
Initiative: 6.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Initiative: 17
10 8 9
Battle of the storage room........
Cinders
Pokim
Carmir
Cultist1 = 0hp
Cultist2
Cultist3
Vruuk
Vruuk lets loose and arrow that catches one of the silver robed men completely by surprise as it slams into the side of his knee with such force that his legs buckle and he crumples to the ground. His head slams hard into the cobblestone floor with a loud thud as a small pool of blood begins to form around the mans motionless head. (Cultist 1 = KO'D)
The other two are caught off guard as well, shielding their eyes form the debris of the door and then realizing their companion is laying on the ground in bad shape.
Cinders is up!
***Paging Cinders&***
Cinders eyes one of the cultists and goes to spit a bolt of flame at one of the cultists but instead of fire and warbling mass of energy leaves his mouth instead. (Chaos Bolt) Exploding into acid on impact.
Attack: 10 Damage: 11
Pok’im charges the nearest figure and attempts to impale him on his pike Attack: 7 Damage: 9
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DM - Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond
DM - Four bards walk into a bar...
Cracitus Tibicen (Tibi) - Aarokocra - Rogue [Swashbuckler] / Fighter [Battlemaster]
Carmir makes sweeping gestures with both arms, ending with a sudden thrust forward as he calls, "Confringo!" A small jet of flame materializes from his open palms and flies at the same cultist Cinders targeted.
Fire bolt attack: 11, damage: 9 fire damage
Cinders pokes his head through the doorway with smoke rolling from his nostrils as he prepares to incinerate the cultists. As he takes a deep breath, he momentarily chokes and gags on the smoke, causing him to projectile vomit a sticky green glob towards the cultist. The glob slams hard into some shelving behind the silver robed figures with a sickening splat moments before steam and smoke seem to rise from the glob as it eats away at the wooden shelves.
Pok'im wipes a bit of debris from his shoulder after stumbling through the few remaining bits of door in the doorway. Locking eyes with one of the cultists, the bugbear charges towards the figure with his pike lowered ready to skewer his enemy. After taking one step however, he slips one one of the shattered boards from the door and falls face first on to the ground. When he hits the ground, his pike slides out of his hands and skids across the floor towards the feet of the cultists.
Somewhat startled by Pok'im's hard fall, Carmir's focus on the cultist would waver just the slightest bit as his firebolt flies wide... streaking through the air and slamming into the wooden shelving behind them and igniting a crate resting upon the slowly dissolving section of shelving.
The badly wounded cultist is left bleeding on the floor laying in front of the dissolving and burning shelving with a small amount of blood pooling around his head and an arrow sticking out of his leg. (85). In an instant the dissolving shelf gives way and the flaming crate comes crashing down on the unconscious man, spilling what appears to be small sets of clothing and sheets all over him which quickly catch fire. (He is dead now)
The Cultist (2) closest to the bugbear on the ground will quickly draw his scimitar and plunge it down towards Pok'ims back before attempting to flee down the hallway on the far side of the room!
Attack: 22 Damage: 2
(Pokim, you can make an AOO if you want)
The third Cultist is going to pull out a dagger and heave it towards the kobold before making his way down the hallway as well, running off down the dimly light stone corridor.
Attack: 6 Damage: 3
*** Vruuk is up!***
Pok’im reaches over and attempts to ankle tap the fleeing cultist 19 and connecting does 5 hp of damage
DM - Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond
DM - Four bards walk into a bar...
Cracitus Tibicen (Tibi) - Aarokocra - Rogue [Swashbuckler] / Fighter [Battlemaster]
Pokim manages to slash the cultists ankle as he runs away. Dropplets of blood seem to spill across the floor with every step as he tries to run down the hall way.
"Not my fault.. Not my fault.. Not my fault..." Vruuk mutters over and over again after seeing the man crushed and begin to burn. Biting his lips, his eyes snap open again as he steps and lines up a shot on the already wounded cultist. As he takes aim this time there's a moment of hesitation on his part. "Sorry pa," He whispers as fires off another shot. This one aimed closer to the head to cut off any screams of pain from the wounded man.
Attack: 24 Damage: 11.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.