"I just wanted a drink.." Delmon, feigning a defeated look on his face, pulls out his maul, hefting it in an open palm. He looks to Leo, "Well, are we doing this?"
Nate basically just stands there like a fool while all of this goes on. He didn't really know how to respond initially when the men were talking to him... it seemed because Nate is human they were assuming that he was the leader of the group. Which couldn't be farther from the truth. He kind of mumbles a few noises that were supposed to be words "Um.... er.... uhhh....", and then when Delmon and Leo arrive it all just goes too fast to process. He then smirks at Omnia and realizes that they are now in a fight. He is happy to see the elf and dwarf join the fight, especially since they seem to be on our side.
(22) Nate (16) Ophirinn (14) Omnia (11) Leo (8) Brom (6) Delmon (5) Redcloaks
(As usual, there are no maps, it's theatre of the mind, and no flanking rules. Please pay attention to my descriptions to see where you are and who you are in range of. Also remember that you only have two hands - keep your character updated with which weapons and/or shield you are holding, and remember that it takes a full action to don or doff a shield and you need a hand free to cast most spells.)
Nate, Omnia, Brom and Ophirinn and standing in a group at the inn's doorway. About fifteen feet in front of them, the Redcloaks stand in the middle of the street. Leo and Delmon are about thirty feet up the road still.
Nate nods at Ophirinn."Ok... this is really happening..."
Nate acts fast, and realizing that none of his comrades are near the red cloaked men, he sends an evil gaze to them men, slowly raises his hand and then extends it forwards fast with open fingers and casts Ice Knife directly at the middle red cloak.
Initial Attack: 16 Initial Damage: 2
Shard explosion damage if any of them within 5 feet fail the DEX save: 6
Nate, your shard of ice impacts the leader; his face is a picture of mixed shock and outrage at your impudence, and his mouth curls into even more of a sneer.
There are three within range, plus the leader himself:
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Nate's spell DC is 13, so the first two succeed, and the last two do not. They take some damage, but do not look too badly hurt by it.
Ophirinn, your fire breath catches the same four unfortunate Redcloaks as Nate's ice, and follows only moments afterwards:
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Two of the Redbrands take the full blast; they are badly burned, their skin instantly charred; the smell is horrifying and their screams sound across the peaceful morning air. The other two dodge the worst of the damage. Their mood has changed at the powerful magic unleashed in their midst, and they are no longer laughing.
Leo’s mind begins racing, trying to understand what has just gone down; the smell of burning flesh making his stomach turn. He watched as one of the party that had left the inn had plunged her rapier straight through, what Leo assumed to be, the leader of the Redcloaks.
It’s now or never Leo thought as he spotted a brief pause in the action this group could be powerful allies... or fearsome enemies.
Charging forward towards the nearest Redcloak, mind a blur, Leo attempted to recall his training... honing his mind toward the singular purpose of ending the target in front of him.
In a flurry of blows; Leo swings with his right fist, then his left, before desperately attempting to knee the target in the groin hmmm a low-blow but worth an attempt!
Right Fist Unarmed Strike: 11 Damage: 7
Flurry of Blows - Left Fist + Knee Unarmed Strikes: 13 Damage: 719 Damage: 6
Leo, you run up at a sudden spurt of speed faster than most can manage, and attack the nearest Redcloak, who so far is uninjured. Your first fist hits him but not at the angle you had planned; he twists and avoids the force of the blow. You follow up with two further attacks, again with a speed beyond the capabilities of an average person. The left fist cracks his jaw, but before he can scream, the knee forces him back into the wall of the inn and you hear a crunch. His body falls to the floor. Redcloak 6 is dead.
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Brom was rather enjoying the morning the town was quiet and it was peaceful up until now, these thugs soured his mood and the Ape comment only made it worse he gripped his war hammer and held his shield aloft ready to protect Omnia if she becomes a target for an attack then with an over head swing he brings his hammer down with the intent of caving in the skull of the leader.
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Delmon runs full speeds towards the first enemy nearest him. "You asked for this!" As he enters a frenzy. He swings his maul down as hard as he can at his target.
Bonus Action: Rage
Reckless Attack: 8 or 10
Damage: 7
OOC: Reckless Attack gives me advantage on my attack but all attacks against me until the start of my next turn also have advantage. I do an extra 2 damage on my attacks while raging.
Delmon, your attack hits, the Redcloak taking the blow from your massive maul on his shoulder; a horrible crack suggests something is broken or dislocated. He screams with pain.
Redcloaks are up. The only Redcloak still uninjured backs away from the fight around thirty feet to the south. Redcloak 1 takes aim at Brom with an arrow:
Attack: 20 Damage: 6
He's shaking as he releases, and the arrow flies off up the street and lands in the dirt.
The other Redcloaks, including their leader, are all close to death. At first, it seems they might run, but the leader screams in fury and pain: You killed Nef! I'll gut you all alive for this.
The leader takes two swings at Brom:
Attack: 11 Damage: 8 Attack: 5 Damage: 8
The first hits, the man's shortsword slices across your forearms, but the next glances harmlessly of your armour.
Redcloak 2 joins in the attack on Brom:
Attack: 17 Damage: 5 Attack: 19 Damage: 4
Again, one thrust hits, and the other misses. But the Redcloak can see that Brom is still standing, and not close to defeat; a panicked look comes into his eye.
Redcloak 3 is nearby, but directs his attacks on Ophirinn:
Attack: 15 Damage: 8 Attack: 5 Damage: 6
It's two solid blows, both piercing the dragonborn's armour and drawing blood, but again, he's still standing. One by one, the Redcloaks are realising that they have bitten off more than they can chew.
Redcloak 4 charges up to Delmon, shortsword raised to strike:
"I just wanted a drink.." Delmon, feigning a defeated look on his face, pulls out his maul, hefting it in an open palm. He looks to Leo, "Well, are we doing this?"
Initiative: 6
Leo mutters under his breath to Delmon, "Guess so... This better be worth it."
Initiative: 11
DM - The Call of Strahd (CoS); Feyrealm Campaign, Chapter 0 - Bleak Prospect (BP), Chapter 1 - Destination Unknown (DU)
Nate basically just stands there like a fool while all of this goes on. He didn't really know how to respond initially when the men were talking to him... it seemed because Nate is human they were assuming that he was the leader of the group. Which couldn't be farther from the truth. He kind of mumbles a few noises that were supposed to be words "Um.... er.... uhhh....", and then when Delmon and Leo arrive it all just goes too fast to process. He then smirks at Omnia and realizes that they are now in a fight. He is happy to see the elf and dwarf join the fight, especially since they seem to be on our side.
Initiative: 22
5
Initative: 14
Omnia - Human Rogue Female (2) - LMoP
DM - The Pursuit of Knowledge - One Shot
Ophirinn smiles "I guess we have no choice"
Initiative: 16
I'll roll for Brom for a bit, until nomadicgmr is able to join us. Initiative: 8
Round One
(22) Nate
(16) Ophirinn
(14) Omnia
(11) Leo
(8) Brom
(6) Delmon
(5) Redcloaks
(As usual, there are no maps, it's theatre of the mind, and no flanking rules. Please pay attention to my descriptions to see where you are and who you are in range of. Also remember that you only have two hands - keep your character updated with which weapons and/or shield you are holding, and remember that it takes a full action to don or doff a shield and you need a hand free to cast most spells.)
Nate, Omnia, Brom and Ophirinn and standing in a group at the inn's doorway. About fifteen feet in front of them, the Redcloaks stand in the middle of the street. Leo and Delmon are about thirty feet up the road still.
Nate is up.
Nate nods at Ophirinn. "Ok... this is really happening..."
Nate acts fast, and realizing that none of his comrades are near the red cloaked men, he sends an evil gaze to them men, slowly raises his hand and then extends it forwards fast with open fingers and casts Ice Knife directly at the middle red cloak.
Initial Attack: 16 Initial Damage: 2
Shard explosion damage if any of them within 5 feet fail the DEX save: 6
Nate, your shard of ice impacts the leader; his face is a picture of mixed shock and outrage at your impudence, and his mouth curls into even more of a sneer.
There are three within range, plus the leader himself:
19 16 12 6
Nate's spell DC is 13, so the first two succeed, and the last two do not. They take some damage, but do not look too badly hurt by it.
Ophirinn is up.
Ophirinn hoping to not give them a chance to react, launches a 15ft cone of fire at the leader.
Dex DC: 11 Damage: 8
Does half damage on a save
Ophirinn, your fire breath catches the same four unfortunate Redcloaks as Nate's ice, and follows only moments afterwards:
13 8 9 19
Two of the Redbrands take the full blast; they are badly burned, their skin instantly charred; the smell is horrifying and their screams sound across the peaceful morning air. The other two dodge the worst of the damage. Their mood has changed at the powerful magic unleashed in their midst, and they are no longer laughing.
Omnia is up.
Omnia pulls out her rapier and goes and attacks the leader of the redbrands
Attack: 17 Damage: 8
Omnia - Human Rogue Female (2) - LMoP
DM - The Pursuit of Knowledge - One Shot
Omnia, your rapier plunges deep into the man's chest, barely missing his heart. He's at death's door.
Leo is up. You are thirty feet away but could reach any of the Redcloaks to engage in combat if you wished to attack.
Leo’s mind begins racing, trying to understand what has just gone down; the smell of burning flesh making his stomach turn. He watched as one of the party that had left the inn had plunged her rapier straight through, what Leo assumed to be, the leader of the Redcloaks.
It’s now or never Leo thought as he spotted a brief pause in the action this group could be powerful allies... or fearsome enemies.
Charging forward towards the nearest Redcloak, mind a blur, Leo attempted to recall his training... honing his mind toward the singular purpose of ending the target in front of him.
In a flurry of blows; Leo swings with his right fist, then his left, before desperately attempting to knee the target in the groin hmmm a low-blow but worth an attempt!
Right Fist Unarmed Strike: 11 Damage: 7
Flurry of Blows - Left Fist + Knee Unarmed Strikes: 13 Damage: 7 19 Damage: 6
DM - The Call of Strahd (CoS); Feyrealm Campaign, Chapter 0 - Bleak Prospect (BP), Chapter 1 - Destination Unknown (DU)
Leo, you run up at a sudden spurt of speed faster than most can manage, and attack the nearest Redcloak, who so far is uninjured. Your first fist hits him but not at the angle you had planned; he twists and avoids the force of the blow. You follow up with two further attacks, again with a speed beyond the capabilities of an average person. The left fist cracks his jaw, but before he can scream, the knee forces him back into the wall of the inn and you hear a crunch. His body falls to the floor. Redcloak 6 is dead.
Brom is up.
Brom was rather enjoying the morning the town was quiet and it was peaceful up until now, these thugs soured his mood and the Ape comment only made it worse he gripped his war hammer and held his shield aloft ready to protect Omnia if she becomes a target for an attack then with an over head swing he brings his hammer down with the intent of caving in the skull of the leader.
Roll to attack: 13
Damage: 8
Bromduhr, Goliath Fighter.
Brom, the leader staggers back, dodging your blow, almost falling to the ground in his shock.
Delmon is up.
Delmon runs full speeds towards the first enemy nearest him. "You asked for this!" As he enters a frenzy. He swings his maul down as hard as he can at his target.
Bonus Action: Rage
Reckless Attack: 8 or 10
Damage: 7
OOC: Reckless Attack gives me advantage on my attack but all attacks against me until the start of my next turn also have advantage. I do an extra 2 damage on my attacks while raging.
Delmon, your attack hits, the Redcloak taking the blow from your massive maul on his shoulder; a horrible crack suggests something is broken or dislocated. He screams with pain.
Redcloaks are up. The only Redcloak still uninjured backs away from the fight around thirty feet to the south. Redcloak 1 takes aim at Brom with an arrow:
Attack: 20 Damage: 6
He's shaking as he releases, and the arrow flies off up the street and lands in the dirt.
The other Redcloaks, including their leader, are all close to death. At first, it seems they might run, but the leader screams in fury and pain: You killed Nef! I'll gut you all alive for this.
The leader takes two swings at Brom:
Attack: 11 Damage: 8
Attack: 5 Damage: 8
The first hits, the man's shortsword slices across your forearms, but the next glances harmlessly of your armour.
Redcloak 2 joins in the attack on Brom:
Attack: 17 Damage: 5
Attack: 19 Damage: 4
Again, one thrust hits, and the other misses. But the Redcloak can see that Brom is still standing, and not close to defeat; a panicked look comes into his eye.
Redcloak 3 is nearby, but directs his attacks on Ophirinn:
Attack: 15 Damage: 8
Attack: 5 Damage: 6
It's two solid blows, both piercing the dragonborn's armour and drawing blood, but again, he's still standing. One by one, the Redcloaks are realising that they have bitten off more than they can chew.
Redcloak 4 charges up to Delmon, shortsword raised to strike:
Attack: 11 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
Attack: 13 Damage: 8
(Edit: Forgot advantage, here are the rolls: 2 3)
It finds its mark, stabbing into his side, but the damage is less than he had hoped. The second strike misses as Delmon skillfully dodges to the side.
The leader shouts an instruction to Redcloak 1: Run! Get help! Now!