Speaking over his shoulder to Lil, Agozur will release the arrow he had been holding upon seeing the creatures skin begin to bubble "Yes my friend the tasks we've recently taken part in are quite... dull."
The death dog struggles against the ropes attempting to break free, as it lunges forward flexes its large hind leg muscles, its muscles snap forward breaking the threads of the rope that had contained its furious bloodlust. [Strength check 20] With beastly speed, the two-headed canine lunges down the road toward Alesandair. It is now about 15 feet in front of the main group and lets out a loud howl.
[Silv'ar you would usually need to make a second attack roll for the second dagger, for now I will take the one for both.]
Silv'ar as you approach the three Grimlocks, you saw their ears turn to follow the dog, their mouths wide as red dribble down their chins, and their eyeless sockets covered with pail skin. Then their attention turned to you as you rush in striking your blows. The grimlock you hit roars in pain, and swings at you with his clubbed of bone shards. Attack: 25, 9 +1= 10 damage, striking a critical hit that knocks you back about 10 feet into the mud of the road, you are now unconscious and at 0 HP. [just ouch. sorry dude. At the beginning of your next turn, you will need to make a death saving throw.]
As the four watch the dog rushing their way, behind the dog, they see their halfling companion, daggers drawn, making his way quickly and quietly across to attack the grimlock on the right of the triad of creatures and striking two clean hits, but then you see one creature towering over the 3 feet tall halfling retaliate with ferocity, striking firmly, and your companion flies back through the air unmoving.
On my turn, I will dash to Silv'ar as an action [since he is ~40 feet away] and assume i will do the same regardless of invoking AoO
Bonus action: touch Silv'ar and cast spare the dying to make him stable in order to heal him next turn.
As I mutter some divine words and touch my hand to his chest, a silver glint begins to run from my amulet, up my arm, and down around his body. His breathing becomes more regular and his wound is no longer as prominent.
Okay, so Mobya, you saw the dog take off, the halfling fly, and one grimlock move to be next to the dog. Leaving two Grim's about 10-15 from your position in the forest, one slightly scorched on the left and the other with a few stab wounds on the right.
What would you like to do on your turn before Agozur and Alesandair go as they have described above?
Agozur's arrow thuds firmly into the grimlock on the left, drawing his attention, as he shouts at one of his companions unintelligibly and kicks mud at the four of you. He then begins a full sprint, which for this creature looks more like a rapid lumbering as the bones of his club drag lines into the muddy road. He manage to catch up and even pass his dog opening his arms wide as he attempts to tackle Agozur to the ground. 23
The creature barrels into Agozur falling on him and pressing him into the mud, the weight of the creature pressing the firbolg fighter 6 inches into the mud. He snarls revealing pointed teeth with a burgundy patina plaqued onto them.
Alesandair already in motion and focused, barely notices as the creature rushes into his comrade. He runs the thirty feet (40 minus the 10 foot Silv'ar was launched backward by the critical hit) to the halfling, rolling around the manged and filthy right head of the dog. The dog's saliva splashing onto his armor as its jaws snap within inches of his arm (attack roll 13). "muttering some divine words and touching his hands to the halfling's chest, a silver glint begins to run from Alesandair's amulet, up his arm, and down around the rogue's body. His breathing becomes more regular and his wound is no longer as prominent. [Silv'ar is now stable. YAY. no death saving throws.....yet ;) ]
Morn and Lil you are up and acting almost simultaneously.
Your blade glints in the afternoon Sun as it strikes into and carries through the creatures neck, spraying thick black liquid in every direction. As the creature's gradis forced down and away from its body by the glaive, it bounces off the Firbolg's face...and the weapon pushes into your companion's chest. [Agozur make a dexterity saving throw with disadvantage.]
With a slight look of grimace on Agozur's face "Do not fret my friend even destiny calls for a sacrifice of ones own blood occasionally, my destiny will not let this fall me. Now help me up from under this thing it smells like a wet dog."