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Two more wolves leap through the window of the farmstead, one of them snarling, the other growling "Re've reen raiting ror rages! Rhen ris rit rour rurn?"
Without waiting for an answer, they launch themselves at the comatose Black Knight and Burt
Wolf 2 : 5 vs TBK
(Before you ask, he launched himself in a parabolic arc to as to avoid provoking an attack of opportunity)
Wolf 3 :12 vs Burt for 10 piercing damage.
The pregnant Shewolf looks fearfully for an avenue of escape, but with the farm behind her and the party before her, she has not choice but to go through. She leaps for Burt's throat. :22 vs Burt for 8 piercing damage, biting deep and bringing the awesome chap down.
With the grace of a fiat ritmo reversing into the last spot in front of a busy train station, Greg wheelclops out to grab the falling childling, catching it on the end of his glaive like a hooved Keith Higgins before setting it down and bellowing as the triumphal rage takes hold.
"Youw Funny!" The halfling child giggles, applauding and confirming it does indeed have a turn but it's squandered it. It's at this point you notice the pregnant shewolf is limping off as fast as it can - this totally happened on its own turn, your just noticing now. Because... Uh... Passive perception? I did *not* forget to use her movement.
(Greg is behind Burt, wolf is In front of Burt so no aoo. You had your go, it's still round 1. You missed. But you can roll again if you want for TBK!)
(I wondered that too, but he's probably tight with the guy who owns the thread. This is D&D Beyond, not D&D BeHonest )
While the Black Knight's torso sleeps, his limbs fulminate into action, slicing like my golf swing. Wolf #2 doesn't stand a chance. But since you didn't specify a target he's got nothing to worry about.... Right...? Guys....? right...?
Round 2!
Burt, Iradon and TBK are up. Except Burt who's down.
Wolf 3 is standing firm in front of the house. Mama Wolf is 40ft off towards the trees to the right. Schrödinger's Wolf is both dead and alive till Swiftgale or Penguini weighs in.
Igknightus Noncolorus, having definitely not been off of work at the quarry and instead imbibing of fine spirits for the better part of the day, asks the gods to use his sword to deliver mercy as he strikes forcefully upon the box that may or may not contain a soul which is tormented by is own existence or lack thereof, because, let's face, is the not knowing that gets you. (Attack: 13 Damage: 7)
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Iradon will see the pregnant wolf running away and cast witch bolt (yes at the mumma wolf to be not a different target) Attack: 22 Damage: 11 lightning
Greg is patiently waiting his turn, but he'll patiently wait in a provocative manner so if any wolfs are alive maybe they'll attack me instead of my friends acquaintances teammates (?). He doesn't want to waste his rage - hoping for the satisfaction of being resistant to bites at least.
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The Black Knight's sword moves through the air like a wounded walrus, missing the wolf who goes to laugh but chokes on the quantum realisation that he was killed in the last round.
A bolt of energy arcs from Iradon's hands, exploding through the shewolf in a hot red mist and searing into the trees beyond. A small, amniotic bundle of paws and skin flies out of the bloody cloud, screaming "Poppa! NOOOOOOOO!" before it too is consumed by the positronic stream.
The third wolf, realising that there's neither retreat nor surrender gives the party a sad look that says "We were supposed to be in our den asleep. This was supposed to be a social encounter. Who is the real monster?" before shrugging off his existential angst and tearing obligingly towards Stump to the G-R-E-Gizzle. (No OA unfortunately for Iradon or nearly dead Burt)
Attack: 15 Damage: 8 (piercing)
It's fangs seem to have a lot of trouble penetrating the lustrous hair of the Chariotaur's chest.
The halfling on the roof is offered a chance to throw her other child but politely declined. Covered in exploded wolf and smelling of barbecued dog hair, her firstborn begins waddling towards the forest calling "kitty-kitty-kitty"
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Taking half the damage a lesser leg-challenged chariotaur would gives Greg his first sense of achievement in ages. So he Glaives with joy at the resigned wolf
That'll teach you to be near some woman we assume needs rescuing!
The Black Knight, cant help but wonder if it's the company he's keeping that has his swordplay all at odds. Perhaps he should have payed more attention to his training instead of hanging out with that guy that was always chasing the, erm, more fare, I think he called it, of the species. But the knight had to admit, though he lacked arms and legs, again that training, it was so rewarding being around the great Fabulously Burt Investigations leader that swordplay seemed just one of those things you do in between greatly rewarding qwests. I mean, think of all of the rewards so far really. There was the um.... That and that other erm... Fabulously rewarding, is all I'm saying.
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Burt, hearing that black guy monologue in remembrance in his subconscious as he lays unconscious, also remembers fondly the time before he earned the tint to his glasses. Then he begins remembering all the women he's....dealt with. Counting by 10s to save time, of course. He wonders what would become of the Frantically Beaurocratic Industry that provided his armored windbreaker should he fail these death saves. And while he's doing that, he might as well roll a death save.
"No! Not the handsome one!" The halfling lady on the roof wails seeing Burt's prone form. Realising his duty to womankind is not yet fully met, his body releases a single HP worth of blood it was saving in- look it's best not to think about where it came from and I'm not saying it's magical or will miraculously recover you from death every time as long as you recharge it in a barmaid now and again. Just that he's back in the fight.
Not that there's much fight left, given that the 3rd wolf is outnumbered 5 to 1. As this ancient manuscript shows.
Remember, I'm a first timer so any criticism of my artwork is cyber bullying. Especially if you give me a Chinese burn on my robotic arm. Only Greg and the lickle halfling baby are within 5 feet of Wolf 3, get a ruler out and check.
Two more wolves leap through the window of the farmstead, one of them snarling, the other growling "Re've reen raiting ror rages! Rhen ris rit rour rurn?"
Without waiting for an answer, they launch themselves at the
comatoseBlack Knight and BurtWolf 2 : 5 vs TBK
(Before you ask, he launched himself in a parabolic arc to as to avoid provoking an attack of opportunity)
Wolf 3 :12 vs Burt for 10 piercing damage.
The pregnant Shewolf looks fearfully for an avenue of escape, but with the farm behind her and the party before her, she has not choice but to go through. She leaps for Burt's throat. :22 vs Burt for 8 piercing damage, biting deep and bringing the awesome chap down.
Death Save, Mr Macklin.
TBK Greg, Halfling on the Roof - Go!
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The halfling on the roof grabs something to throw at the shewolf chomping on Burt's neck.
9
She misses, and too late realises she's thrown one of her children.
"It's so Dark! It's not my fault! The sun should be up! THE SUN SHOULD BE UP!"
The child sails through the air, hanging as if in slow motion about midway between the party and the wolves, gurgling....
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Burt would attempt to save the child in some sort of awesome heroic fashion, but he's going to attempt to not die this time: 18
And so he won't.
Back and ready to DM and chew bubblegum. And I'm alllll outta bubblegum.
Does Greg have to live with what he already said? or has so long passed in the seconds of time passage that he gets to decide anew?
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If you force me to scroll up to find your roll it's an automatic miss! :D
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I would never cause inconvenience to my beloved DM
Greg will move to an advantageous position and try to catch the little tyke: Athletics 13
Then, psyched about his triumph or pissed at the injustice (whichever the dice determine) go into a Rage and get ready to glaive some canines
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Does the halfling on the floor get a go?
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With the grace of a fiat ritmo reversing into the last spot in front of a busy train station, Greg wheelclops out to grab the falling childling, catching it on the end of his glaive like a hooved Keith Higgins before setting it down and bellowing as the triumphal rage takes hold.
"Youw Funny!" The halfling child giggles, applauding and confirming it does indeed have a turn but it's squandered it. It's at this point you notice the pregnant shewolf is limping off as fast as it can - this totally happened on its own turn, your just noticing now. Because... Uh... Passive perception? I did *not* forget to use her movement.
TBK, don't leave us hanging....
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(attack of opportunity on the she wolf for Greg?
Also I meant me by the halfling on the floor)
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(Greg is behind Burt, wolf is In front of Burt so no aoo. You had your go, it's still round 1. You missed. But you can roll again if you want for TBK!)
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Ahh, I thought they had their turn one too.
TBK (why does he have+1 weapons?): Attack: 21 Damage: 10
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While the Black Knight's torso sleeps, his limbs fulminate into action, slicing like my golf swing. Wolf #2 doesn't stand a chance. But since you didn't specify a target he's got nothing to worry about.... Right...? Guys....? right...?
Round 2!
Burt, Iradon and TBK are up. Except Burt who's down.
Wolf 3 is standing firm in front of the house. Mama Wolf is 40ft off towards the trees to the right. Schrödinger's Wolf is both dead and alive till Swiftgale or Penguini weighs in.
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Igknightus Noncolorus, having definitely not been off of work at the quarry and instead imbibing of fine spirits for the better part of the day, asks the gods to use his sword to deliver mercy as he strikes forcefully upon the box that may or may not contain a soul which is tormented by is own existence or lack thereof, because, let's face, is the not knowing that gets you. (Attack: 13 Damage: 7)
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Iradon will see the pregnant wolf running away and cast witch bolt (yes at the mumma wolf to be not a different target) Attack: 22 Damage: 11 lightning
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Greg is patiently waiting his turn, but he'll patiently wait in a provocative manner so if any wolfs are alive maybe they'll attack me instead of my
friends acquaintancesteammates (?). He doesn't want to waste his rage - hoping for the satisfaction of being resistant to bites at least.Galanodel Deacon Tosh - Less-than-Half-Elf Bard - & - Flitterbug - Pixie Sorceress : Meanwhile in the Westwoods
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The Black Knight's sword moves through the air like a wounded walrus, missing the wolf who goes to laugh but chokes on the quantum realisation that he was killed in the last round.
A bolt of energy arcs from Iradon's hands, exploding through the shewolf in a hot red mist and searing into the trees beyond. A small, amniotic bundle of paws and skin flies out of the bloody cloud, screaming "Poppa! NOOOOOOOO!" before it too is consumed by the positronic stream.
The third wolf, realising that there's neither retreat nor surrender gives the party a sad look that says "We were supposed to be in our den asleep. This was supposed to be a social encounter. Who is the real monster?" before shrugging off his existential angst and tearing obligingly towards Stump to the G-R-E-Gizzle. (No OA unfortunately for Iradon or nearly dead Burt)
Attack: 15 Damage: 8 (piercing)
It's fangs seem to have a lot of trouble penetrating the lustrous hair of the Chariotaur's chest.
The halfling on the roof is offered a chance to throw her other child but politely declined. Covered in exploded wolf and smelling of barbecued dog hair, her firstborn begins waddling towards the forest calling "kitty-kitty-kitty"
Greg, you're up.
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Taking half the damage a lesser leg-challenged chariotaur would gives Greg his first sense of achievement in ages. So he Glaives with joy at the resigned wolf
That'll teach you to be near some woman we assume needs rescuing!
Attack: 7 if hit damage is 13
or maybe it won't. Greg isn't much of a teacher
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The Black Knight, cant help but wonder if it's the company he's keeping that has his swordplay all at odds. Perhaps he should have payed more attention to his training instead of hanging out with that guy that was always chasing the, erm, more fare, I think he called it, of the species. But the knight had to admit, though he lacked arms and legs, again that training, it was so rewarding being around the great Fabulously Burt Investigations leader that swordplay seemed just one of those things you do in between greatly rewarding qwests. I mean, think of all of the rewards so far really. There was the um.... That and that other erm... Fabulously rewarding, is all I'm saying.
Just think of the memories...
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Burt, hearing that black guy monologue in remembrance in his subconscious as he lays unconscious, also remembers fondly the time before he earned the tint to his glasses. Then he begins remembering all the women he's....dealt with. Counting by 10s to save time, of course. He wonders what would become of the Frantically Beaurocratic Industry that provided his armored windbreaker should he fail these death saves. And while he's doing that, he might as well roll a death save.
18
And boy, does he save some gotdang death.
Back and ready to DM and chew bubblegum. And I'm alllll outta bubblegum.
"No! Not the handsome one!" The halfling lady on the roof wails seeing Burt's prone form. Realising his duty to womankind is not yet fully met, his body releases a single HP worth of blood it was saving in- look it's best not to think about where it came from and I'm not saying it's magical or will miraculously recover you from death every time as long as you recharge it in a barmaid now and again. Just that he's back in the fight.
Not that there's much fight left, given that the 3rd wolf is outnumbered 5 to 1. As this ancient manuscript shows.
Remember, I'm a first timer so any criticism of my artwork is cyber bullying. Especially if you give me a Chinese burn on my robotic arm. Only Greg and the lickle halfling baby are within 5 feet of Wolf 3, get a ruler out and check.
Burt, Iradon, TBK - round 3, whatcha got for me?
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