OOC: I think Arkhan meant B8. The 8 looks kinda like a 6.
Concerning the Dragon, we really have no chance against it, especially out in the open. With the element of surprise gone, we'll just have to come back when we're higher level.
Forget about the Blights and run for your lives! If it lands and breaths in that room, you're all dead.
Determined to avenge the damage inflicted on Zyltris, Arkhan raises his sword again. The parties hairs stand on end as the air suddenly charges with electrical energy. Long crackling forks of lightning stream from the dragonborns blade as it slices into the blight beside him (B8)
Arkhan Attack Roll: 21 Damage: 6
The blade snaps several dry branches as it crushes into the blights body, electrifying the wooden beast. Jolting sharply at the impact, the creatures body comes alive, covered in tiny sparks as electricity arcs between its twisted vines.
Torn between retreat and revenge, Zyltris takes his chances. A surge of pain rushes through him from the wound in his chest. Grasping his morningstar tightly the elf screams in the blights face, swinging his weapon down onto its head.
Zyltris Attack Roll: 13 Damage: 7
Crackling like rotted firewood, the blights skull crumbles into a heap of kindling on the floor. Twirling his morningstar in his hands, Zyltris turns to the others as he runs for the door, "COME ON! I'M NOT DYING TODAY!"
As the first blight falls, the second rakes another handful of pointed claws across Arkhans gleaming armour.
Blight 7 Attack Roll: 19 Damage: 2
Missing the dragonborns counter, the blight connects with chain mail, sending steel links pinging playfully across the stone. However, to Arkhans obvious amusement, the broken chain is the height of the damage.
Outside, Zyltris skips past Syna and another blight, calling the druid to leave too. The pounding footsteps distract the blight for a moment, before it takes a swipe at Syna.
Blight 3 Attack Roll: 17 Damage: 5
Momentarily caught off guard by Zyltris retreat', Syna feels a burning sensation tear down his sword arm. Wetness trickles down his hand, pooling blood around his fingers. Emotionless, the blight screeches again.
To the north, the two final blights watch helplessly as Serak hops away. With a pair of angry hisses they give chase, charging blindly into the abandoned ruin, utterly confused as the trail runs into a dead end. The pair stand for a moment, motionless, waiting for some sign of the whereabouts of their prey.
A snapping branch beyond the wall alerts the second blight. With a complex set of clicks resonating from somewhere deep inside its chest, the creature turns to run back outside.
Beetle, wanting to take cover and see what the coming dragon does or does not do, can't. It would bring disgrace to Tyr to leave these creatures alive and not bring vengeance....with that though he once again bring Talon down on B7...
Serak: Crouching cautiously, Serak ducks into the bushes as he draws the blights north. He takes cover against the wall of the ruined building, beneath the tree, as he draws his shortbow. He aims southwest, ready to shoot the first Blight that comes around the corner.
Ready Action: Attack: 6 Damage: 7
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
"Not all those who wander are lost." - J.R.R. Tolkien
Torn between following Zyltris and clearing the building, Beetle holds his ground. One last strike, should do it, Tyr willing. In a last ditch effort, he raises his longsword, swinging it down onto the last blight.
Attack: 8
With a crunch of dried twigs, the blight dodges aside. Sparks fly as Talon scrapes into the stone floor. Time running out, Beetle risks a quick glance towards the door.
Climbing sharply upwards into the sky, the dragon continues its flight southwards. Now flying high above the double building to the north. The wind from each beat of its huge wings can be felt below even at this distance. It shrieks out again. A high pitched screech which breaks into a low bellow. Closer now Syna and Serak can make out smaller details - thick shining green scales cover the dragons body, long pointed spines line it's back. Its eyes, beady and black, scour the village floor, suddenly locking onto the fleeing companions.
Unaware of the dragons proximity, Brots reaches for another arrow as he too makes a break for the door. Pulling the bowstring tightly between his fingers, he chooses a target carefully, aiming for the blight still engaged with Syna.
Brots Attack Roll: 14 Damage: 7
Wood smashes into wood as the arrow penetrates deep into the blights chest, knocking it lifelessly to the floor. "RUN!" Not taking a second look at his target, Brots yells to Syna, sprinting off in pursuit of Zyltris, heading for cover in the forest to the south. His stumpy little legs pounding the earth as fast as they will carry him.
OOC: Syna, feel free to change your action if you wish. Blight would be dead after Brots' attack.
Syna stands in shock as the blight drops dead suddenly, the arrow protruding from its chest the only sign of attack. Above the trees to the north, he gets his first real glimpse of the approaching dragon.
Syna:
Thick muscles cover the dragons legs beneath a set of thick gleaming green scales. The spines on its back, long and pointed, much like the teeth in its long crocodile-like jaw. This dragon, though clearly young, is much stronger than they had anticipated the night before. Easily capable of dealing with three or four of them single handed. A puff of purple green gas, leaks from the creatures nostrils as it snorts mid-flight, presumably poison.
Brots call brings the druid to. Sprinting closely behind, Syna raises an open hand towards the wounded Zyltris, summoning healing energy towards his companion with mystical elvish words.
Healing Word 4
Zyltris' slight limp disappears as the spell takes effect. Pleased with his work, Syna diverts away from his companion, heading towards the treeline to the South East.
Ducking cautiously through the trees, Serak does his best to draw the blights away from the smithy. Above the treeline, the call of the dragon seems to grow closer. The clear winged outline of the beast passing overhead to the west. Reaching the shaded wall of another ruin, Serak ducks down in the shrubbery. With his back safely nestled against the brickwork, he raises his shortbow, aiming to the south west and waits for the pursuing creatures to reveal themselves.
Serak: Witnessing the hulking green beast descending from the sky, Serak's heart skips a beat. He puts down his bow and focuses on making a quick escape north.
OOC: Even if my roll wasn't a Botch, I'd still cancel that Ready Action. lol
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
"Not all those who wander are lost." - J.R.R. Tolkien
Arkhan seeks revenge for the hit against his chain mail. Looking at the links missing and looking back up he summons more thunder energy to his sword and swings at the Blight next to him.
A furious rage quickly builds within Arkhan as the loose chain links tinkle away across the floor. Dropping a shoulder he slices his blade upwards with tremendous speed, releasing another burst of thunderous energy.
Attack: 21 Damage: 9
In a moment, the blight lies sliced cleanly in two on the smithy floor. It's twisted branch like arms quivering as the last ounce of life fade away. With the room cleared, the dragonborn snorts once more, nods to Beetle and bursts out of the room back into the quickly emptying road.
Further to the south, Zyltris continues to make his escape, eventually passing the outskirts of the village and taking cover in a small wood 60 foot south of the smithy. Crouching behind a fallen tree stump, he does his best to conceal himself from he approaching dragon.
Zyltris Stealth Roll: 18
To the north of the smithy, the two remaining blights dash forwards, shrieking as they make their way into the small forest growing beyond the apothecary. They pause momentarily, searching blindly for their prey, however Serak is nowhere to be seen. Slowing to a more sedate pace, the blights stumble deeper into the trees, pressing east, listening intently for signs of movement.
OOC: Beetle, you're up again. The Smithy has been cleared so you're free to move wherever you'd like... if you'd like!
Leaving the empty smithy, Beetle makes a run for it. His armour suddenly very heavy as he charges across the clearing to the safety of the treeline. Above, the snarls of the dragon grow steadily louder. Eyes fixed dead ahead, he doesn't dare look around. In a few strides he passes Arkhan, casually pacing ahead. Red faced and breathless, Beetle reaches a young but sturdy looking oak, resting a hand against it as he regains himself. The dragon looms large as it approaches, Arkhan and Brots are still far from safe...
ROUND 6
Swooping down slowly towards the smithy, the dragon wheels around turning sharply before chasing the fleeing companions. Once over the smithys walls it starts its descent. Its sharp pointed fangs shine dimly within its long snout. Eyes firmly fixed on the golden dragonborn stomping its way towards the treeline.
Temorarily avoiding the dragons glare, Brots keeps running. The trees now no more than 20 feet away he finds a last burst of speed, diving through a spiked hedge to assumed safety. In a panic of realisation he lets out a sharp whistle between his curved fingers. Lucas shrieks in reply, diving down through the canopy and landing gently beside the gnome as he pulls a barbed branch out of his hair. The gnome crouches low, glancing at the others who have made it this far. Holding his breath, he fixes his eyes back to the clearing as the dragon dives towards Arkhan.
Brots Stealth Roll: 16
OOC: Maps then. As you've split It's easier to use both maps - apologies for any inconsistencies. Arkhan and Beetle as you're currently on both, you've got access to both incase you need to go to either or.
Arkhan still holding firm in the middle of the room starts swinging his sword again with familiar crackling of lightning and booming of thunder.
booming blade Attack: 21 Damage: 6
at B6
Gash - Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
OOC: Arkhan, B6 is some way away. You have B7 or B8 within your reach
OOC: Arkhan B6 is some way away. You have B7 or B8 within reach though
OCC.. Get a jump.on the next round
Syna glances at the Dragon above following his strike. How much stronger than the average man? What are it's weaknesses?
Nature 18
"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
1st Edition DMG
OOC: I think Arkhan meant B8. The 8 looks kinda like a 6.
Concerning the Dragon, we really have no chance against it, especially out in the open. With the element of surprise gone, we'll just have to come back when we're higher level.
Forget about the Blights and run for your lives! If it lands and breaths in that room, you're all dead.
"Not all those who wander are lost." - J.R.R. Tolkien
ooc: totally meant B8, i was so dead tired when i made that post lol
Gash - Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
OOC: Never worry! Just making sure lol
Determined to avenge the damage inflicted on Zyltris, Arkhan raises his sword again. The parties hairs stand on end as the air suddenly charges with electrical energy. Long crackling forks of lightning stream from the dragonborns blade as it slices into the blight beside him (B8)
Arkhan Attack Roll: 21
Damage: 6
The blade snaps several dry branches as it crushes into the blights body, electrifying the wooden beast. Jolting sharply at the impact, the creatures body comes alive, covered in tiny sparks as electricity arcs between its twisted vines.
Torn between retreat and revenge, Zyltris takes his chances. A surge of pain rushes through him from the wound in his chest. Grasping his morningstar tightly the elf screams in the blights face, swinging his weapon down onto its head.
Zyltris Attack Roll: 13
Damage: 7
Crackling like rotted firewood, the blights skull crumbles into a heap of kindling on the floor. Twirling his morningstar in his hands, Zyltris turns to the others as he runs for the door, "COME ON! I'M NOT DYING TODAY!"
As the first blight falls, the second rakes another handful of pointed claws across Arkhans gleaming armour.
Blight 7 Attack Roll: 19
Damage: 2
Missing the dragonborns counter, the blight connects with chain mail, sending steel links pinging playfully across the stone. However, to Arkhans obvious amusement, the broken chain is the height of the damage.
Outside, Zyltris skips past Syna and another blight, calling the druid to leave too. The pounding footsteps distract the blight for a moment, before it takes a swipe at Syna.
Blight 3 Attack Roll: 17
Damage: 5
Momentarily caught off guard by Zyltris retreat', Syna feels a burning sensation tear down his sword arm. Wetness trickles down his hand, pooling blood around his fingers. Emotionless, the blight screeches again.
To the north, the two final blights watch helplessly as Serak hops away. With a pair of angry hisses they give chase, charging blindly into the abandoned ruin, utterly confused as the trail runs into a dead end. The pair stand for a moment, motionless, waiting for some sign of the whereabouts of their prey.
Blight 4 Perception Check: 10
Blight 6 Perception Check: 18
A snapping branch beyond the wall alerts the second blight. With a complex set of clicks resonating from somewhere deep inside its chest, the creature turns to run back outside.
OOC: Beetle, that's you up again! State of play:
Beetle, wanting to take cover and see what the coming dragon does or does not do, can't. It would bring disgrace to Tyr to leave these creatures alive and not bring vengeance....with that though he once again bring Talon down on B7...
Attack: 8 Damage: 6
Syna strikes with his scimitar at B3, if the Blight does not go down he will strike with his short sword.
If it does go down, he will cast Healing Word at Zyltris, before seeking cover in the trees to the SE.
Scimitar: Attack: 12 Damage: 9
Short Sword: Attack: 14 Damage: 2
Healing Word 4
"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
1st Edition DMG
Serak: Crouching cautiously, Serak ducks into the bushes as he draws the blights north. He takes cover against the wall of the ruined building, beneath the tree, as he draws his shortbow. He aims southwest, ready to shoot the first Blight that comes around the corner.
Ready Action: Attack: 6 Damage: 7
"Not all those who wander are lost." - J.R.R. Tolkien
Torn between following Zyltris and clearing the building, Beetle holds his ground. One last strike, should do it, Tyr willing. In a last ditch effort, he raises his longsword, swinging it down onto the last blight.
Attack: 8
With a crunch of dried twigs, the blight dodges aside. Sparks fly as Talon scrapes into the stone floor. Time running out, Beetle risks a quick glance towards the door.
ROUND 5
Climbing sharply upwards into the sky, the dragon continues its flight southwards. Now flying high above the double building to the north. The wind from each beat of its huge wings can be felt below even at this distance. It shrieks out again. A high pitched screech which breaks into a low bellow. Closer now Syna and Serak can make out smaller details - thick shining green scales cover the dragons body, long pointed spines line it's back. Its eyes, beady and black, scour the village floor, suddenly locking onto the fleeing companions.
Unaware of the dragons proximity, Brots reaches for another arrow as he too makes a break for the door. Pulling the bowstring tightly between his fingers, he chooses a target carefully, aiming for the blight still engaged with Syna.
Brots Attack Roll: 14
Damage: 7
Wood smashes into wood as the arrow penetrates deep into the blights chest, knocking it lifelessly to the floor. "RUN!" Not taking a second look at his target, Brots yells to Syna, sprinting off in pursuit of Zyltris, heading for cover in the forest to the south. His stumpy little legs pounding the earth as fast as they will carry him.
OOC: Syna, feel free to change your action if you wish. Blight would be dead after Brots' attack.
Syna stands in shock as the blight drops dead suddenly, the arrow protruding from its chest the only sign of attack. Above the trees to the north, he gets his first real glimpse of the approaching dragon.
Syna:
Thick muscles cover the dragons legs beneath a set of thick gleaming green scales. The spines on its back, long and pointed, much like the teeth in its long crocodile-like jaw. This dragon, though clearly young, is much stronger than they had anticipated the night before. Easily capable of dealing with three or four of them single handed. A puff of purple green gas, leaks from the creatures nostrils as it snorts mid-flight, presumably poison.
Brots call brings the druid to. Sprinting closely behind, Syna raises an open hand towards the wounded Zyltris, summoning healing energy towards his companion with mystical elvish words.
Healing Word 4
Zyltris' slight limp disappears as the spell takes effect. Pleased with his work, Syna diverts away from his companion, heading towards the treeline to the South East.
Ducking cautiously through the trees, Serak does his best to draw the blights away from the smithy. Above the treeline, the call of the dragon seems to grow closer. The clear winged outline of the beast passing overhead to the west. Reaching the shaded wall of another ruin, Serak ducks down in the shrubbery. With his back safely nestled against the brickwork, he raises his shortbow, aiming to the south west and waits for the pursuing creatures to reveal themselves.
27
OOC: Arkhan that takes us back to you.
Serak: Witnessing the hulking green beast descending from the sky, Serak's heart skips a beat. He puts down his bow and focuses on making a quick escape north.
OOC: Even if my roll wasn't a Botch, I'd still cancel that Ready Action. lol
"Not all those who wander are lost." - J.R.R. Tolkien
OOC: Haha yeah for a second I was wondering what you were up to!
Arkhan seeks revenge for the hit against his chain mail. Looking at the links missing and looking back up he summons more thunder energy to his sword and swings at the Blight next to him.
booming blade Attack: 21 Damage: 9
If he does away with it with that blow he will move 30ft directly right
Gash - Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
A furious rage quickly builds within Arkhan as the loose chain links tinkle away across the floor. Dropping a shoulder he slices his blade upwards with tremendous speed, releasing another burst of thunderous energy.
Attack: 21
Damage: 9
In a moment, the blight lies sliced cleanly in two on the smithy floor. It's twisted branch like arms quivering as the last ounce of life fade away. With the room cleared, the dragonborn snorts once more, nods to Beetle and bursts out of the room back into the quickly emptying road.
Further to the south, Zyltris continues to make his escape, eventually passing the outskirts of the village and taking cover in a small wood 60 foot south of the smithy. Crouching behind a fallen tree stump, he does his best to conceal himself from he approaching dragon.
Zyltris Stealth Roll: 18
To the north of the smithy, the two remaining blights dash forwards, shrieking as they make their way into the small forest growing beyond the apothecary. They pause momentarily, searching blindly for their prey, however Serak is nowhere to be seen. Slowing to a more sedate pace, the blights stumble deeper into the trees, pressing east, listening intently for signs of movement.
OOC: Beetle, you're up again. The Smithy has been cleared so you're free to move wherever you'd like... if you'd like!
Beetle is going to try moving towards the tree line east as far as he can (think if he uses dash action he could make it to the trees)
Leaving the empty smithy, Beetle makes a run for it. His armour suddenly very heavy as he charges across the clearing to the safety of the treeline. Above, the snarls of the dragon grow steadily louder. Eyes fixed dead ahead, he doesn't dare look around. In a few strides he passes Arkhan, casually pacing ahead. Red faced and breathless, Beetle reaches a young but sturdy looking oak, resting a hand against it as he regains himself. The dragon looms large as it approaches, Arkhan and Brots are still far from safe...
ROUND 6
Swooping down slowly towards the smithy, the dragon wheels around turning sharply before chasing the fleeing companions. Once over the smithys walls it starts its descent. Its sharp pointed fangs shine dimly within its long snout. Eyes firmly fixed on the golden dragonborn stomping its way towards the treeline.
Temorarily avoiding the dragons glare, Brots keeps running. The trees now no more than 20 feet away he finds a last burst of speed, diving through a spiked hedge to assumed safety. In a panic of realisation he lets out a sharp whistle between his curved fingers. Lucas shrieks in reply, diving down through the canopy and landing gently beside the gnome as he pulls a barbed branch out of his hair. The gnome crouches low, glancing at the others who have made it this far. Holding his breath, he fixes his eyes back to the clearing as the dragon dives towards Arkhan.
Brots Stealth Roll: 16
OOC: Maps then. As you've split It's easier to use both maps - apologies for any inconsistencies. Arkhan and Beetle as you're currently on both, you've got access to both incase you need to go to either or.
Arkhan, Beetle, Serak:
Arkhan, Beetle, Syna:
Syna, Serak and Arkhan - Up to you guys next...
Arkhan looks up at the dragon. "I'm sorry that I have to do this..." he says to himself, "COME GET ME" he roars at the dragon in draconic.
Bonus Action: Second Wind: 7
Held Action: Witch Bolt Attack: 23 Lightning Damage: 4
Triggering held action as soon as the Dragon is within 30ft.
Gash - Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
As the Dragon swoops, Syna collects himself, and the spell he had prepared. With a murderer incantation he releases Earthbind
"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
1st Edition DMG