Manon will pull a coil of hemp rope from her pack and help Feldri tie up the lizardfolk, making sure he is gagged as well. "Well that could have gone better." She will crouch down in the brush, hoping they didn't just bring the whole encampment down on their heads.
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Current Characters: Tailine, Tiefling Rogue 2 - Zanoliv
(Prior to combat rounds, noted during the DM description)Ledmo was already stepping into his run as he watched his handaxe split the dirt where the man's right foot had been just a half second earlier, a low muttering growl uttered as he swept his battleaxe back up into his grasp midstride. But then two arrows found the man's back, though the escaping form hardly faltered in it's sprint, and so the hunt was on.
As he gave chase, he saw askance through his peripheral a low lithe feral form shoot from the general location of the commander's tent like a bolt, angling across the staging area of the encampment in his direction, presumably to join the pursuit. He glanced toward her but for just a moment, and then he knew what she was, though he had never met her kind before. Deep in the dwarven halls tales of the surface were told to instruct and educate concerning those above who they would be called upon to aid in battle. And tales had been told of nomadic tribes of shape changers, beastfolk who melded with aspects of animals which enhanced their physical forms, who could be wild and unpredictable. Some tales were told to inspire fear, others were told in reverence, and yet others to make a more distinct point. It all depended on the storyteller. No matter the storyteller, Ledmo met most tales told with a degree of skepticism, being filled with half truths and embellishments as they were. But here was one of these in the flesh, and if the truer halves of half truths might be believed, she would be more suited to this race than he.
As she angled toward him, he shifted the direction he was running slightly to come along side her. "Too slow..." he called to her. "...I'll ne'er catch 'im! You go 'ead, an' take 'im down!" Led had already set his pace, and she was pulling ahead. "Take 'im breathin' iffen yer able, but 'e's gotta be stopped!" Led released the grip on his shield then, slinging it over his shoulder by it's strap on the run. "Try n' leave a trail! I'll be comin' up behin' ya!" As he continued his run toward where his handaxe struck the dirt, planning on snatching it up in his left hand when he got there, the battleaxe being in his right. "And watch fer ambush!" he yelled up to her.
And so Led would follow the trail the feral looking woman left behind, or try to anyway, sounding very much like a sack of chains being thrown against an anvil with each running thudding footfall.
The lizardfolk have started to move out in a decent-sized force, and as the captured lizardfolk struggles against his bonds, Feldri glances out to see if there is anyone coming your way, indicating that you should all keep your heads down.
[To save time, we'll just do this one as a single stealth check with advantage, assuming someone wants to help.]
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Initiative Order: Corrin, Runaway, Tusk, Pheara, Ledmo, Strorat (others will be added as they join if they want to join.)
As the Runaway dashes into the swamp, Corrin takes the lead on the attack.
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Seeing his first shot hit home, but the fleeing man continue on his feet, Corrin hustles forward, reaching into his quiver to try and ready a second arrow while still moving. His previous concern about accidentally killing the man with a single shot is gone - if he could keep on sprinting with two arrows sprouting out his back like he's a pincushion, then Corrin reasons he'd only be slowed by more injuries. Eventually the runner will have to slow down, and then the camp will have its prisoner - a potentially valuable prisoner, even. Oh, you know something alright, thinks Corrin as he nocks his next arrow. Something you don't want us to know. Although he knows that the running man's longer legs will soon carry him out of Corrin's range of fire, he has a few moments yet and is confident in his aim - he finally nocks the arrow, draws, and lets fly.
Corrin's arrow whizzes past the man, landing solidly in the ground ahead of him. In response, the man spins on his heel, with his own shortbow nocked.
Shortbow At Corrin: 17 for 7 piercing damage, plus 6 poison damage.
As Corrin sees the arrow, he notes a strange liquid coating the arrowhead for just a moment before it plunges into his side. The man keeps running into the swamp.
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Having picked up the reptilian scent as she pursues the fleeing man Pheara lets out a snort of disgust as she glances to her side to see the armoured Dwarf pull up alongside her as he speaks to her between deep gasps of breath. As arrows fly overhead and strike the fellow and he returns fire she gives the Dwarf a feral grin before suddenly shifting into her bestial form, her form becoming much more animalistic as her skin is covered in fur which is striped in orange, black and white and her mouth now full of sharp teeth making her grin suddenly a bit disconcerting. She turns her focus back to pursuit of her prey and she drops her spear to ground and continues after him now loping on all fours as she moves after him in the hopes of grabbing him before he can get away.
Bonus Action: Shifting (Gain +3 temp HP and advantage on Wisdom checks for 1 minute)
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Ledmo returned the feral woman's grin with an acknowledging nod, a mirthless half smile pulling at his own features beneath the heavy braided mustache. That the one fleeing had stopped to fire an arrow back at the camp seemed a grave error, and it seemed even moreso when Ledmo glanced to the shifter as he snatched his handaxe from the dirt, her form actively changing into something far more predacious than it had been before she passed him by. Time to put all this training to use.he thought as he reached across his body and slammed the handaxe back into it's holster, his pace plodding but steady. But as he looked to the side when he did so, he saw the gnome who was holding a shortbow stumble and fall, the escaping infiltrator's arrow protruding from his side. Attrition would not be a game the side of Light would win, not in this environ, not with their numbers. But, he himself had no training in healing, had no magic for it, had no medic's bag.
It made no matter. He had been trained to hold the line. Led gave a quick glance around, saw the half-orc he had met briefly at the lumber site on the man's trail as well. What was his name, Tusk? Yes, that was it. Well, Tusk was showing himself to be faster than a dwarf, and certainly would be lighter of foot in the swamp than a heavily armored one. As much as it irked him to do so, he was a Shieldwarden, not a Bloodrager. Hold the line, defend the position. He hoped he could track the trail the shifter left behind if it came to that, because as soon as the gnome was stabilized, or was determined to be beyond that, he would be rejoining the hunt, albeit a bit late to likely have much of an influence. But still, if there was an ambush, he might be needed there.
Ledmo quickly changed his direction and sprinted over to the gnome. " 'old still, brother. I gotcha." Led said, sliding down to his knees beside him, making a quick inspection of the wound, and doing what he could.
Movement: 25'(or any portion thereof) to Corrin
Action: Administer first aid to stabilize Corrin Medicine21
As the arrow strikes him, Corrin skids to a stop. He stands still for a few seconds as everything seems to whirl around him in a blur. The camp, the other combatants... the gnome glances down at the spot where the arrow hit, feels the poison's effects begin to spread in his bloodstream, then collapses face-first, unconscious.
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Pheara rushes towards the man, who glances over his shoulder to only be met with the sight of a beastial creature leaping at him to drag him to the ground.
The man is tackled to the ground by Pheara, narrowly being caught in her grasp.
Strorat!
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Thanks to Manon silencing the lizardfolk and a rock thrown elsewhere by Will to throw off the party's pursuers, the lizardfolk search parties pass over your group as they call out for their lost comrade. Feldri helps Manon secure a gag around your captive's mouth, and with a swift blow of his mace, knocks the creature unconscious. Some time passes before the lizardfolk parties return to their encampment, seeming very disheartened at the loss of their comrade. Feldri motions for you all to follow him and he pulls away from the water's edge. Once a ways away, he whispers, "We should find a place to ask this one questions."
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Initiative: 12
Initiative:15
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Manon will pull a coil of hemp rope from her pack and help Feldri tie up the lizardfolk, making sure he is gagged as well. "Well that could have gone better." She will crouch down in the brush, hoping they didn't just bring the whole encampment down on their heads.
Current Characters: Tailine, Tiefling Rogue 2 - Zanoliv
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(Prior to combat rounds, noted during the DM description)Ledmo was already stepping into his run as he watched his handaxe split the dirt where the man's right foot had been just a half second earlier, a low muttering growl uttered as he swept his battleaxe back up into his grasp midstride. But then two arrows found the man's back, though the escaping form hardly faltered in it's sprint, and so the hunt was on.
As he gave chase, he saw askance through his peripheral a low lithe feral form shoot from the general location of the commander's tent like a bolt, angling across the staging area of the encampment in his direction, presumably to join the pursuit. He glanced toward her but for just a moment, and then he knew what she was, though he had never met her kind before. Deep in the dwarven halls tales of the surface were told to instruct and educate concerning those above who they would be called upon to aid in battle. And tales had been told of nomadic tribes of shape changers, beastfolk who melded with aspects of animals which enhanced their physical forms, who could be wild and unpredictable. Some tales were told to inspire fear, others were told in reverence, and yet others to make a more distinct point. It all depended on the storyteller. No matter the storyteller, Ledmo met most tales told with a degree of skepticism, being filled with half truths and embellishments as they were. But here was one of these in the flesh, and if the truer halves of half truths might be believed, she would be more suited to this race than he.
As she angled toward him, he shifted the direction he was running slightly to come along side her. "Too slow..." he called to her. "...I'll ne'er catch 'im! You go 'ead, an' take 'im down!" Led had already set his pace, and she was pulling ahead. "Take 'im breathin' iffen yer able, but 'e's gotta be stopped!" Led released the grip on his shield then, slinging it over his shoulder by it's strap on the run. "Try n' leave a trail! I'll be comin' up behin' ya!" As he continued his run toward where his handaxe struck the dirt, planning on snatching it up in his left hand when he got there, the battleaxe being in his right. "And watch fer ambush!" he yelled up to her.
And so Led would follow the trail the feral looking woman left behind, or try to anyway, sounding very much like a sack of chains being thrown against an anvil with each running thudding footfall.
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The lizardfolk have started to move out in a decent-sized force, and as the captured lizardfolk struggles against his bonds, Feldri glances out to see if there is anyone coming your way, indicating that you should all keep your heads down.
[To save time, we'll just do this one as a single stealth check with advantage, assuming someone wants to help.]
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Initiative Order: Corrin, Runaway, Tusk, Pheara, Ledmo, Strorat (others will be added as they join if they want to join.)
As the Runaway dashes into the swamp, Corrin takes the lead on the attack.
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Seeing his first shot hit home, but the fleeing man continue on his feet, Corrin hustles forward, reaching into his quiver to try and ready a second arrow while still moving. His previous concern about accidentally killing the man with a single shot is gone - if he could keep on sprinting with two arrows sprouting out his back like he's a pincushion, then Corrin reasons he'd only be slowed by more injuries. Eventually the runner will have to slow down, and then the camp will have its prisoner - a potentially valuable prisoner, even. Oh, you know something alright, thinks Corrin as he nocks his next arrow. Something you don't want us to know. Although he knows that the running man's longer legs will soon carry him out of Corrin's range of fire, he has a few moments yet and is confident in his aim - he finally nocks the arrow, draws, and lets fly.
Movement: 25' toward the fleeing man.
Action: Attack, Shortbow. Attack: 17 Damage: 7 piercing.
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Corrin's arrow whizzes past the man, landing solidly in the ground ahead of him. In response, the man spins on his heel, with his own shortbow nocked.
Shortbow At Corrin: 17 for 7 piercing damage, plus 6 poison damage.
As Corrin sees the arrow, he notes a strange liquid coating the arrowhead for just a moment before it plunges into his side. The man keeps running into the swamp.
Tusk!
Get back here! Knowing he is far out of reach, Tusk dashes over to the man, hoping to get within melee range.
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Having picked up the reptilian scent as she pursues the fleeing man Pheara lets out a snort of disgust as she glances to her side to see the armoured Dwarf pull up alongside her as he speaks to her between deep gasps of breath. As arrows fly overhead and strike the fellow and he returns fire she gives the Dwarf a feral grin before suddenly shifting into her bestial form, her form becoming much more animalistic as her skin is covered in fur which is striped in orange, black and white and her mouth now full of sharp teeth making her grin suddenly a bit disconcerting. She turns her focus back to pursuit of her prey and she drops her spear to ground and continues after him now loping on all fours as she moves after him in the hopes of grabbing him before he can get away.
Bonus Action: Shifting (Gain +3 temp HP and advantage on Wisdom checks for 1 minute)
Move: 30' directly after the fleeing man
Action:
If in range - grapple : 22
If not yet in range dash another 30' after him.
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Ledmo returned the feral woman's grin with an acknowledging nod, a mirthless half smile pulling at his own features beneath the heavy braided mustache. That the one fleeing had stopped to fire an arrow back at the camp seemed a grave error, and it seemed even moreso when Ledmo glanced to the shifter as he snatched his handaxe from the dirt, her form actively changing into something far more predacious than it had been before she passed him by. Time to put all this training to use. he thought as he reached across his body and slammed the handaxe back into it's holster, his pace plodding but steady. But as he looked to the side when he did so, he saw the gnome who was holding a shortbow stumble and fall, the escaping infiltrator's arrow protruding from his side. Attrition would not be a game the side of Light would win, not in this environ, not with their numbers. But, he himself had no training in healing, had no magic for it, had no medic's bag.
It made no matter. He had been trained to hold the line. Led gave a quick glance around, saw the half-orc he had met briefly at the lumber site on the man's trail as well. What was his name, Tusk? Yes, that was it. Well, Tusk was showing himself to be faster than a dwarf, and certainly would be lighter of foot in the swamp than a heavily armored one. As much as it irked him to do so, he was a Shieldwarden, not a Bloodrager. Hold the line, defend the position. He hoped he could track the trail the shifter left behind if it came to that, because as soon as the gnome was stabilized, or was determined to be beyond that, he would be rejoining the hunt, albeit a bit late to likely have much of an influence. But still, if there was an ambush, he might be needed there.
Ledmo quickly changed his direction and sprinted over to the gnome. " 'old still, brother. I gotcha." Led said, sliding down to his knees beside him, making a quick inspection of the wound, and doing what he could.
Movement: 25'(or any portion thereof) to Corrin
Action: Administer first aid to stabilize Corrin Medicine 21
As the arrow strikes him, Corrin skids to a stop. He stands still for a few seconds as everything seems to whirl around him in a blur. The camp, the other combatants... the gnome glances down at the spot where the arrow hit, feels the poison's effects begin to spread in his bloodstream, then collapses face-first, unconscious.
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Manon will clamp a hand down on the enemy lizardfolk's mouth to keep them quiet.
(I will aid someone else who is actually good at stealth on a stealth check.)
Current Characters: Tailine, Tiefling Rogue 2 - Zanoliv
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Corrin's waking time(1 hp), if not healed or damaged: 3 hours
Stealth:20
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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OOC. Leoxian will join just after everyone has calmed from the fight, but I am still wanting to play, just checking in with everyone!
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Pheara rushes towards the man, who glances over his shoulder to only be met with the sight of a beastial creature leaping at him to drag him to the ground.
Acrobatics: 7
The man is tackled to the ground by Pheara, narrowly being caught in her grasp.
Strorat!
Swamp
Thanks to Manon silencing the lizardfolk and a rock thrown elsewhere by Will to throw off the party's pursuers, the lizardfolk search parties pass over your group as they call out for their lost comrade. Feldri helps Manon secure a gag around your captive's mouth, and with a swift blow of his mace, knocks the creature unconscious. Some time passes before the lizardfolk parties return to their encampment, seeming very disheartened at the loss of their comrade. Feldri motions for you all to follow him and he pulls away from the water's edge. Once a ways away, he whispers, "We should find a place to ask this one questions."
"Agreed. I'll start looking for a spot"
Perception:17
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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Movement: 35' towards the fleeing target
As I rush forward i draw another arrow and notch it on my longbow trying to focus on my aim and fires another*
Attack: 18
Damage: 9
Damien Firetail
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Garrik Ralomenor ddb.ac/characters/7058042/HSIMR0
Strorat ddb.ac/characters/7888157/RuaP3Q