(Adjusted Shelley’s hp after cutting words, but not the healing)
Continuing their attack on Misery as he continues to aid the one assaulting their captain the mob of kobolds slash out with their spears.
Attack: 29 Damage: 20
Misery succumbs to the brutal onslaught of the kobolds as he is knocked unconscious.
Taking in the surroundings of the fight so far, the final mob of kobolds, following the previous orders spot Korsh from their vantage point and swoop down to surround him.
Attack: 31 Damage: 49
The mob flies down with an intense velocity and crashes into Korsh at full speed. Sending him flying and rolling in the ground, unconscious.
Lightening sparks from Anborn’s hammer and eyes as he sweeps and slams the mob of kobolds (k2). Their bodies fly in the air with each strike. Using his guided strike from Torm he is reassured that he is capable on his own (kobold mobs AC - 10)
As his companions start to fall under the onslaught of the enemy Thasa tries to take the pressure off of Anborn as he fires into the kobold horde attempting to defeat the cleric.
"Be ready to fall back and regroup if necessary" he calls out as his arrow flies
Attack 25 for 10 piercing and 7 sneak attack damage
Using any cover he can find the eladrin looks to hide from his foes, as he prepares another arrow.
OOC: As a reaction would Korsh be able to use hellish rebuke before going down?
Unfortunately the spell requires verbal and somatic components used Once damage has been taken. You would be unable to do so as you are unconscious.
With renewed vigor Shelley screams with a intense roar the begins to shake the wooden structures around. Bringing up her glaive to slice the Giant. The first one slices across his chest and the Giant back peddles. While off his balance Shelley spartan kicks the Giant in the gut, bringing him to his kneeshunched over. Deftly swinging around and bringing the glaive straight down as the head of the Giant decapitates and rolls away to a stop. The headless body of the Giant rests motionless as a river of blood spills out and begins to boil and steam away on the ground.
With the resounding thud on the ground from the newly made corpse. The kobolds stop and scatter like a flock of birds that got spooked. Fluttering and taking to the air, trying to escape. K2 disengages and flies away from Anborn.
(Partially in/out of initiative- the battle is essentially over. The kobolds are trying to flee)
Thasa moves out from behind the cover an arrow nocked as if to further assail the kobolds but looking at the number of them taking flight he realises it would be futile. Seeing both Korsh and Misery down he runs towards Misery as Korsh is healed by Anborn. "Cleric, I need you here as well." he calls whilst trying to stabilise his companion.
Medicine 21
After his efforts the eladrin finally takes a moment to look at the corpse of the giant, letting out a low whistle and then turning to Shelley "Ok then, well, fine work with the giant, I hope our little flying friends give us some time to get the people of the town to safety before the dragon decides to come here and burn every last building to the ground..."
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"I'm sorry. I couldn't let an innocent go like that. I was too rash. But it is the quality that got me where I am today. However, I will do my best to listen in the future." Shelley begins to shrink down to her normal size as she speaks.
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Korsh wakes grogily from is forced slumber. He tries to get a good bearing of his surroundings and it takes a few moments for him to realize that the fight is over.
"Well that went well." shaking his head and stops, winches as pain flares once more between his ears.
The Kobolds all flee as they take to the air. Disappearing into the sky. The terrified crowd begins to form around the party seeing what was done. Silently watching in awe. Misery is stabilized but is still unconscious at this moment.
The woman replies to Anborn. “It seems to be fine, a little sore. But good.... You saved me, thank you.” She turns to the rest of the group “thank all of you.”
The crowd begins to murmur and talk, some men and women come out and begin tending to and bandaging all the wounds. They’re bringing out water and ale, anything to help.
"You might want to give serious thought to leaving, for a little while at least. The dragon may have been dealt a setback today, but he is still mighty indeed, by all accounts. We could not stand against him alone and if he comes looking for vengeance we may not be able to protect you all." Thasa calls over to the man, as he emerges from cover, still checking the sky for signs of kobold." We hope you will one day have nothing to fear, but for now caution may be wise."
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The crowd begins to grow further still. The outskirts begin to celebrate not really hearing the words of warning. Others closer shout out “But this is our home! Where are we supposed to go?.... What are you going to do next?...... If you can’t save us why did you pick a fight?” These questions ringing out from various people in the crowd.
The group recognizes the priest from the mill and the tavern woman in the crowd. Not engaging, just watching and trying to keep the crowds from running over each other. The kobolds have essentially disappeared at this point.
Its an odd mix of worry, blame, relief, and celebration.
"We did save you. We prevented these giants from looting you once again and we saved this woman from being turned into dragon food." Anborn points at the woman whose ankle he recently healed. "But we can't defeat the Ash Lord in a day. I suggest that you take what is yours, take your families, and get as far from this village as you can."
Shouldering his bow Thasa walks a little in the direction the kobods flew off in. "Dragon's fly quickly but their little henchmen less so, fortunately." Looking back at the townspeople he smiles sadly "Duty first, and last. We will do all we can to protect you, but that may mean asking you to take care of yourselves. Our journey may be a longer one, and I cannot promise you will not face retaliation. If you will not leave the at least consider setting up shelters, underground probably, and a watch to warn you of approaching enemies. You may be able to stay safe that way."
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As Misery slowly leaks back into consciousness, he lifts himself up rubbing at his forehead and horns. He then looks around with a panicked expression, relaxing once he realizes where he is. Words sounding like bells toll in his mind as blurry figures focus into his comrades. Then people become apparent, then all of the whispering and shouting crashes upon him like a wave, making him hold his head for a moment. “Did we kill him? Bloody ****, but that was ridiculous. Shelley, you absolute crazy maniac, you minced him!”, he talks quietly to his silent companions. Then once he hears silence he contributes to the conversation. He expands his hands, tracing a big square in the space above, 15 by 15 feet. There, in a bright flash of radiance, appears a map of a local are, as Misery cats Major Image. He then raises his voice, so everyone can hear him, “Perhaps it would be better if you lay down for the time being however, I would strongly suggest you sending messengers to the nearest towns. There is a resistance growing in Mulptar! Imagine what they will think once they know that the giant is dead! This is your land! You nourished it! You prospered it! Your ancestors are buried here! That overgrown orange can’t take this from you! Resist! Rise! We must make it clear in other places that they do not struggle alone. Mulptar is not going to win by themselves. They need you! You need them. You must form connection and work in unity to stand against the danger. You need to maintain strong will, but don’t be rash. Hide for now. Plan for now. But when the time comes, we strike with all the power we have. The divine! The arcane! Pray to whatever gods you worship, with their help and the will and blessed guidance of Torm, we will cleanse this land! We will rise. This giant is only the beginning, only the young petal of what there is to come. Your wrath shall rain on those kobolds, on that dragon . This horrid repression is over, and you just spread the word. We certainly will. Prepare thyselves, for we rise, and we fight, and we unite now!”
As the crowd listen to Misery and the others Thasa slips his mask out of his pack, the falcon like design comforting to the eladrin, as he places it back onto his head he begins to try and re-attune himself to it's magic, knowing he cannot use it now he pays attention to the crowd, looking for any signs of trouble-makers or possibly those who are serving the dragon.
Perception/Insight (same mod) 17
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(Adjusted Shelley’s hp after cutting words, but not the healing)
Continuing their attack on Misery as he continues to aid the one assaulting their captain the mob of kobolds slash out with their spears.
Attack: 29 Damage: 20
Misery succumbs to the brutal onslaught of the kobolds as he is knocked unconscious.
Taking in the surroundings of the fight so far, the final mob of kobolds, following the previous orders spot Korsh from their vantage point and swoop down to surround him.
Attack: 31 Damage: 49
The mob flies down with an intense velocity and crashes into Korsh at full speed. Sending him flying and rolling in the ground, unconscious.
Lightening sparks from Anborn’s hammer and eyes as he sweeps and slams the mob of kobolds (k2). Their bodies fly in the air with each strike. Using his guided strike from Torm he is reassured that he is capable on his own (kobold mobs AC - 10)
Currently K1 is standing around the unconscious body of Misery
K3 is standing around the knocked out body of Korsh
K2 is engaged with Anborn, whose numbers are halved by his attacks.
Shelley is currently standing toe to toe with the Giant. The Giant looks like it’s taken quite a bit of damage but is hanging in there.
Thasa is lurking in the distance away from most fighting.
Shelley, Thasa are up. Misery - death saving roll. (Pm me)
As his companions start to fall under the onslaught of the enemy Thasa tries to take the pressure off of Anborn as he fires into the kobold horde attempting to defeat the cleric.
"Be ready to fall back and regroup if necessary" he calls out as his arrow flies
Attack 25 for 10 piercing and 7 sneak attack damage
Using any cover he can find the eladrin looks to hide from his foes, as he prepares another arrow.
Stealth (using BA from Cunning Action) 18
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
(adjusted for my healing)
Shelley feeling stronger than ever screams at the giant and unleashes another volley of blows.
Glaive GWM Reckless Attack: 19 Damage: 27
Glaive GWM Reckless Extra Attack: 20 Damage: 22
Glaive GWM Reckless PAM Attack: 16 Damage: 20
Gash - Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
OOC: As a reaction would Korsh be able to use hellish rebuke before going down?
Unfortunately the spell requires verbal and somatic components used Once damage has been taken. You would be unable to do so as you are unconscious.
With renewed vigor Shelley screams with a intense roar the begins to shake the wooden structures around. Bringing up her glaive to slice the Giant. The first one slices across his chest and the Giant back peddles. While off his balance Shelley spartan kicks the Giant in the gut, bringing him to his kneeshunched over. Deftly swinging around and bringing the glaive straight down as the head of the Giant decapitates and rolls away to a stop. The headless body of the Giant rests motionless as a river of blood spills out and begins to boil and steam away on the ground.
With the resounding thud on the ground from the newly made corpse. The kobolds stop and scatter like a flock of birds that got spooked. Fluttering and taking to the air, trying to escape. K2 disengages and flies away from Anborn.
(Partially in/out of initiative- the battle is essentially over. The kobolds are trying to flee)
What would you like to do?
Well Korsh is unconscious so he is going to have to wait.
Anborn will toss a Healing Word at Korsh.
5
And then he goes to check on the woman whose ankle he healed earlier.
"My name is Anborn. Do you still need healing for you ankle?"
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Thasa moves out from behind the cover an arrow nocked as if to further assail the kobolds but looking at the number of them taking flight he realises it would be futile. Seeing both Korsh and Misery down he runs towards Misery as Korsh is healed by Anborn. "Cleric, I need you here as well." he calls whilst trying to stabilise his companion.
Medicine 21
After his efforts the eladrin finally takes a moment to look at the corpse of the giant, letting out a low whistle and then turning to Shelley "Ok then, well, fine work with the giant, I hope our little flying friends give us some time to get the people of the town to safety before the dragon decides to come here and burn every last building to the ground..."
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
"I'm sorry. I couldn't let an innocent go like that. I was too rash. But it is the quality that got me where I am today. However, I will do my best to listen in the future." Shelley begins to shrink down to her normal size as she speaks.
Gash - Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
Korsh wakes grogily from is forced slumber. He tries to get a good bearing of his surroundings and it takes a few moments for him to realize that the fight is over.
"Well that went well." shaking his head and stops, winches as pain flares once more between his ears.
The Kobolds all flee as they take to the air. Disappearing into the sky. The terrified crowd begins to form around the party seeing what was done. Silently watching in awe. Misery is stabilized but is still unconscious at this moment.
The woman replies to Anborn. “It seems to be fine, a little sore. But good.... You saved me, thank you.” She turns to the rest of the group “thank all of you.”
The crowd begins to murmur and talk, some men and women come out and begin tending to and bandaging all the wounds. They’re bringing out water and ale, anything to help.
The man who appeared to be the husband of the woman with the broken ankle comes up “What do we do now?”
"You might want to give serious thought to leaving, for a little while at least. The dragon may have been dealt a setback today, but he is still mighty indeed, by all accounts. We could not stand against him alone and if he comes looking for vengeance we may not be able to protect you all." Thasa calls over to the man, as he emerges from cover, still checking the sky for signs of kobold." We hope you will one day have nothing to fear, but for now caution may be wise."
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
The crowd begins to grow further still. The outskirts begin to celebrate not really hearing the words of warning. Others closer shout out “But this is our home! Where are we supposed to go?.... What are you going to do next?...... If you can’t save us why did you pick a fight?” These questions ringing out from various people in the crowd.
The group recognizes the priest from the mill and the tavern woman in the crowd. Not engaging, just watching and trying to keep the crowds from running over each other. The kobolds have essentially disappeared at this point.
Its an odd mix of worry, blame, relief, and celebration.
"We did save you. We prevented these giants from looting you once again and we saved this woman from being turned into dragon food." Anborn points at the woman whose ankle he recently healed. "But we can't defeat the Ash Lord in a day. I suggest that you take what is yours, take your families, and get as far from this village as you can."
And he also tosses a Healing Word at Misery.
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Shouldering his bow Thasa walks a little in the direction the kobods flew off in. "Dragon's fly quickly but their little henchmen less so, fortunately." Looking back at the townspeople he smiles sadly "Duty first, and last. We will do all we can to protect you, but that may mean asking you to take care of yourselves. Our journey may be a longer one, and I cannot promise you will not face retaliation. If you will not leave the at least consider setting up shelters, underground probably, and a watch to warn you of approaching enemies. You may be able to stay safe that way."
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
As Misery slowly leaks back into consciousness, he lifts himself up rubbing at his forehead and horns. He then looks around with a panicked expression, relaxing once he realizes where he is. Words sounding like bells toll in his mind as blurry figures focus into his comrades. Then people become apparent, then all of the whispering and shouting crashes upon him like a wave, making him hold his head for a moment. “Did we kill him? Bloody ****, but that was ridiculous. Shelley, you absolute crazy maniac, you minced him!”, he talks quietly to his silent companions. Then once he hears silence he contributes to the conversation. He expands his hands, tracing a big square in the space above, 15 by 15 feet. There, in a bright flash of radiance, appears a map of a local are, as Misery cats Major Image. He then raises his voice, so everyone can hear him, “Perhaps it would be better if you lay down for the time being however, I would strongly suggest you sending messengers to the nearest towns. There is a resistance growing in Mulptar! Imagine what they will think once they know that the giant is dead! This is your land! You nourished it! You prospered it! Your ancestors are buried here! That overgrown orange can’t take this from you! Resist! Rise! We must make it clear in other places that they do not struggle alone. Mulptar is not going to win by themselves. They need you! You need them. You must form connection and work in unity to stand against the danger. You need to maintain strong will, but don’t be rash. Hide for now. Plan for now. But when the time comes, we strike with all the power we have. The divine! The arcane! Pray to whatever gods you worship, with their help and the will and blessed guidance of Torm, we will cleanse this land! We will rise. This giant is only the beginning, only the young petal of what there is to come. Your wrath shall rain on those kobolds, on that dragon . This horrid repression is over, and you just spread the word. We certainly will. Prepare thyselves, for we rise, and we fight, and we unite now!”
I guess I’ll roll Persuasion for an effect?: 23
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As the crowd listen to Misery and the others Thasa slips his mask out of his pack, the falcon like design comforting to the eladrin, as he places it back onto his head he begins to try and re-attune himself to it's magic, knowing he cannot use it now he pays attention to the crowd, looking for any signs of trouble-makers or possibly those who are serving the dragon.
Perception/Insight (same mod) 17
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
Shelley sits with her glaive at her side while he companions do their work. Shelley's as far as she was considered was done until the next enemy.
Gash - Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen