Aryn The javelin toss just barely misses its mark, although it does manage to get the man's attention as it thuds into the ground before his feet.
Gimmor The bolt flies through the air towards your target. At the last possible moment, he turns his head to address one of the other robed figures. What would have been a clear puncture instead slices open a nasty gash on his throat. Shocked, the dwarf falls to his knees, clutching his neck as blood pours between his fingers.
Celeste A cold mist falls from her hand as a beam of bluish light races toward one of the spearman. The blast strikes his hip, sending him reeling backwards.
Ba'Lor Taking a slightly parabolic flight, the radiant glowing ball of energy flies over their heads and slams into one of the rear guard. The spearman is lifted off his feet and blown backward, landing on his back. Unmoving, a small puff of smoke rises from his chest.
The group of raiders has been caught completely unawares by your attack. Although shocked, they do not seem frightened, most of them drawing their weapons as they steel themselves for battle.
Ba'lor moves forward 20ft with purpose (or further up to 30 if I counted wrong) to get the entire bunch of Invaders within 60ft of him. Again, he draws upon the divine power of Helm and casts Faerie Fire to catch as many of the Invaders as possible.
OoC: I believe that is all but the closest two spearmen to get as many as possible within a 20ft cube.
Gimmor takes advantage of the moment to fire upon the lit up masked figure. "Iy'll keep you covered from secret here. Good luck." He says just loud enough for Aryn and Celeste at least to hear before ducking into hiding behind their building.
Action: Light Crossbow Attack: 18 Damage: 14.
(Sneak attack included thanks to sweet, sweet advantage~)
A second bolt flies from Gimmor'scrossbow. The man charging towards Ba'Lorstumbles forward and falls to the ground as the bolt pierces his eye, killing him instantly. He disappears around the corner of the building, and is now unseen.
Soft light spills out from between the robed dwarf's fingers, and after a moment he stands, the wound on his throat now closed. He turns to yell something at the spearmen, who move forward into a defensive position and heft their spears. The robed dwarf hides himself behind one of them. Two of the spearmen launch their weapons towards Ba'Lor, while the third aims for Celeste.
As the combat continues, the villagers begin to stream out from behind the building, sprinting for the keep.
Celeste smiles a bit as she makes a swift gesture, as if she were throwing a weapon. Ice Knife flies from her fingers at the one of the two spearmen who moved closer to them. As a bonus action, sacrificing a sorcerer point for a spell slot.
An icy blue knife zooms towards the Spearman who was injured earlier, burrowing in his shoulder. The shard's explosion sends icy shrapnel ripping through his throat and he falls. The other lifts his arm up to shield his face, wincing as minuscule ice shards tear at him.
Peaking his head out once more, and seeing one two few enemy bodies on the field, fear takes root in Gimmor's heart. 'No. It won't be like then'He thought, steeling his spirit as he once more takes aim about the spearman covering for the dwarf. No longer bothering with a ruse afterwards, he makes to, and if possible through the doorway of the house across from their own.
Emboldened by his successful defense, the spearman confidently bashes Ba'lor's mace away with his shield. "You two fight like frightened little children," he sneers.
As this is happening, a bolt flies by his head, streaking towards his comrades behind him. The other spearman was ready for the attack however, and brings his shield up just in time to catch the bolt. After firing, Gimmor sprints across the open ground, shoulder charging the door open to the house west of them. The room he finds himself in is a mess, with furniture overturned and belongings strewn across the floor. There is another door directly to the south that is currently closed, and two windows on each side of it.
With seething hatred in his eyes, the robed dwarf's hands weave in sweeping gestures as he mutters something under his breath. A dark streaked flame begins to coalesce above Aryn's head. After a split-second, the flaming radiance descends upon him.
Defiantly facing down two enemies, the frontmost spearman draws a dagger, wildly slashing at Ba'lor. A radiant light bursts from the cleric's hand, temporarily blinding the spearman.
Behind him, the second spearman hefts his shield, readying himself to deflect any other oncoming attacks.
Aryn make a Dex saving throw. Attacks against the back most spearman have disadvantage.
Spearman attack against Ba'Lor:Attack: 16 Damage: 5 2nd roll for Disadvantage: 8