Telenazz charges towards the Minotaur and lands decisive blows. The Minotaur looks to be pretty severely injured.
seeing his party disbanded and slain, the Minotaur will disengage and run out the door into the street. Footsteps and screaming can be heard upstairs as the final goblin flees as well.
————— Out of Combat (formally)
you can chose to give chase if you wish and announce your “turns”, but we are out of combat and initiative order.
Fouder wipes his brow with his sleeve, a chill racing through him as he realises he has successfully cast twice. The warmth that used to fill him when he used to cast, back before the Sundering, is completely absent, replaced with a cold feeling he can't quite put his finger on.
"What was that?" he asks the room, pacing towards Arell. "Are you okay? Do you need healing?" He looks to the others. "Shall we give chase?"
Solomon kneels by the body of the slain mage, and pockets the purple crystal it dropped as it died. "Someone go with Telenzaz, and make sure the fool's not ran into more of the same upstairs." He hefts his sword in both hands again, before bringing the blade down on the mage's neck, severing the head from the body. He spits on the head, before kicking it into the corner of the room.
Arell slumps down against the wall as the Minotaur deftly steps out of reach and starts running. He gives Fouder a half-grin, half-wince, "Pretty banged up. I'll live, if we get a bit of rest at least. Bloody unlucky they found us, although we were a bit careless as well."
He looks at the door where Tennezaz left to chase after the Minotaur, then lets his eyes fall on Solomon. "I hope he doesn't get himself killed. Would be a shame, despite the..."he trails off, not feeling the need to state Tennezaz' Demonic traits out loud.
Fouder nods at Arell's reply. "Yes, you took quite a beating there. Well, let me know if you need a boost. I'm going to follow on before they get themselves into too much trouble."
He seizes his warhammer before giving chase behind Tennezaz and Fingolin. He's been dying to leave the basement of the building and this seems as good a reason as any. He hopes he'll be able to get close enough to the minotaur that he'll be able to call upon his tempestuous side.
If Fouder is able to get within 15ft of the minotaur, without Tennezaz and Fingolin being within that 15ft, he will cast Thunderwave - con save 13 or 9 thunder damage plus pushed 10ft away. Takes half damage if con save is successful.
Solomon gathers up his crossbow and shield, in case they should be needed, and frowns as Fingolin starts yelling and chasing down the street after Tennezaz and the minotaur, with Fouder in tow. "I meant.... nevermind." He had learned and accepted that some of his new companions were more gung-ho than he would have liked, but they were capable all the same. They needed capable at this time, so he let incidents like this go.
He gives Arell a sympathetic, almost fatherly look. "Try not to move too much, I'm going to check on the situation upstairs, and reel in those three if need be." Climbing up to ground level, he searches the bodies he passes (mage and 2 goblins?) for any possessions of note. He had come to expect little, but occasionally came across a trinket or moderately well-kept weapon that could be traded. Carefully, warily, he surveys the street outside for any hint of reprisals.
(Because Fouder stopped to chat, I would say that his action and attack would be a bit later, allowing the Minotaur to move again before he is able to attempt)
The bolt strikes deep right under right shoulder blade. It screams in pain as the spell takes place. It stumbles a bit while shaking its head. Still standing and going on it dashed away around the corner of a building.
(Perception or Survival check to continue following)
DC: 15 -
The blood trails drip and drop down the alley and around the left corner into a pile of what looks like shattered pottery and thistle branches that have broken through a hole in the wall. The Minotaur is clinging to life, desperately trying hide before it passes out. His hand clasping at his heart. Holding his breath until you leave.
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Turning the corner of the building where he has seen the last glimpse of the minotaur, Fingolin scans the area. At the same time, he starts to realise that running after the Minotaur like that, shouting, might not have been the brightest of his ideas.
Fouder realises too late that he is not likely to catch sight of the Minotaur, not with having stopped to talk to Arell and his too short legs. He grumbles under his breath. Back to the basement.
He looks around the area outside before he returns, for any indication of where the intruders had come from, or indeed why they had targeted this particular building.
Arell gives Solomon a nod, saying "If you need help, give a shout. I'm not completely out for the count." He looks at his hand, covered in grit and blood, brushing the dirt on the floor this way and that. "How things have changed. Feels like it was yesterday that I had my last customer leave my shop, just the most ordinary day in the world. Now look at me. Charged by a fully grown Minotaur, covered in filth, just hoping to make it through the week."
The Minotaur sits up from the rubble, labored breathing from the wounds and running. He struggles to produce the volume to talk. “Work for? .... orders? ....,No, just trying to survive. Look for supplies....food.” The look of defeat and exasperation leaves his face and is replaced by the look of bold determination just like when he was fighting. “Kill me now, what kind of life is this?!” he collapses once more falling back into the rubble.
Since he sees Fingolin move farther up, Tennezaz will pause in his trip back to the basement and follow. He will load his crossbow and aim it at the minotaur. "If he wishes to die then grant him death."
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Any sign of excitement left Fingolin's eyes in the face of the Minotaur's resignation. "Merin sa hiruvalyësérë", he says in Elvish as he plunges the rapier into the Minotaur's heart.
After a few moments, he searches the body for anything useful.
Before heading back inside, Fouder studies the exterior of the building for clues as to why the intruders had chosen that particular building, as well as any clues as to where they've come from.* The mage in particular had been puzzling, though when he puzzles the odd composition of the group too long, he realises how hypocritical he's being. It may as well be the end of the world, as far as most people are concerned - order and expectation have no place in this new society. His own companions provide solid evidence of that.
*DM's choice, I'm unsure what would help here, if any - insight (18), investigation (25) or perception (10)
Arell gives Solomon a nod, saying "If you need help, give a shout. I'm not completely out for the count."
Solomon returns from outside, a frown knitting his black eyebrows together. "You've been gored by a minotaur, and we've not eaten properly in days, don't waste your energy." His serious tone brooks no argument. "If Fingolin's healing has done it's work, then search those bodies, by all means", he says, gesturing to the bodies of the goblins scattered across the basement level of the store.
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Telenazz charges towards the Minotaur and lands decisive blows. The Minotaur looks to be pretty severely injured.
seeing his party disbanded and slain, the Minotaur will disengage and run out the door into the street. Footsteps and screaming can be heard upstairs as the final goblin flees as well.
————— Out of Combat (formally)
you can chose to give chase if you wish and announce your “turns”, but we are out of combat and initiative order.
Fouder wipes his brow with his sleeve, a chill racing through him as he realises he has successfully cast twice. The warmth that used to fill him when he used to cast, back before the Sundering, is completely absent, replaced with a cold feeling he can't quite put his finger on.
"What was that?" he asks the room, pacing towards Arell. "Are you okay? Do you need healing?" He looks to the others. "Shall we give chase?"
Zydalia Quexx - Level 2 - Tiefling/Barbarian
Fouder Amberbreaker - Level 4 - Mountain Dwarf/Tempest Cleric
DM - The Children of Hadal
(Just saying Tennezaz was firing with his crossbow so he still stood back as much as he could.)
Tennezaz will use his Cunning Action to dash after the Minotaur as it runs, firing his crossbow at it if he can get close enough to be within range.
Crossbow: Attack: 25 Damage: 6
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Solomon kneels by the body of the slain mage, and pockets the purple crystal it dropped as it died. "Someone go with Telenzaz, and make sure the fool's not ran into more of the same upstairs." He hefts his sword in both hands again, before bringing the blade down on the mage's neck, severing the head from the body. He spits on the head, before kicking it into the corner of the room.
Arell slumps down against the wall as the Minotaur deftly steps out of reach and starts running. He gives Fouder a half-grin, half-wince, "Pretty banged up. I'll live, if we get a bit of rest at least. Bloody unlucky they found us, although we were a bit careless as well."
He looks at the door where Tennezaz left to chase after the Minotaur, then lets his eyes fall on Solomon. "I hope he doesn't get himself killed. Would be a shame, despite the..." he trails off, not feeling the need to state Tennezaz' Demonic traits out loud.
Lynn-Marie Verine-Wintercleaver, Human Bloodhunter - Adventures in Esyldien
Finan Caible, Human Bard - Joys of Balance
Yroc Grumbak, Orc Fighlock - Pizazz's ToA
Arell Peroan, Half-Elf Warlonk - Scattered Gods
ESC! | 10|33|5~
Feeling slightly fired up by the encounter, Fingolin started giving chase right behind Tennezaz. Lacking a bow or crossbow, he resorts to words.
"Get back here, you second-rate bovine! Are those horns just for show?"
Wis DC 14 or 2 damage - Vicious Mockery
Fouder nods at Arell's reply. "Yes, you took quite a beating there. Well, let me know if you need a boost. I'm going to follow on before they get themselves into too much trouble."
He seizes his warhammer before giving chase behind Tennezaz and Fingolin. He's been dying to leave the basement of the building and this seems as good a reason as any. He hopes he'll be able to get close enough to the minotaur that he'll be able to call upon his tempestuous side.
If Fouder is able to get within 15ft of the minotaur, without Tennezaz and Fingolin being within that 15ft, he will cast Thunderwave - con save 13 or 9 thunder damage plus pushed 10ft away. Takes half damage if con save is successful.
Zydalia Quexx - Level 2 - Tiefling/Barbarian
Fouder Amberbreaker - Level 4 - Mountain Dwarf/Tempest Cleric
DM - The Children of Hadal
Solomon gathers up his crossbow and shield, in case they should be needed, and frowns as Fingolin starts yelling and chasing down the street after Tennezaz and the minotaur, with Fouder in tow. "I meant.... nevermind." He had learned and accepted that some of his new companions were more gung-ho than he would have liked, but they were capable all the same. They needed capable at this time, so he let incidents like this go.
He gives Arell a sympathetic, almost fatherly look. "Try not to move too much, I'm going to check on the situation upstairs, and reel in those three if need be." Climbing up to ground level, he searches the bodies he passes (mage and 2 goblins?) for any possessions of note. He had come to expect little, but occasionally came across a trinket or moderately well-kept weapon that could be traded. Carefully, warily, he surveys the street outside for any hint of reprisals.
Investigation: 18
Perception: 9
(Because Fouder stopped to chat, I would say that his action and attack would be a bit later, allowing the Minotaur to move again before he is able to attempt)
Minotaur Wisdom sage vs vicious mockery DC 14: 13
The bolt strikes deep right under right shoulder blade. It screams in pain as the spell takes place. It stumbles a bit while shaking its head. Still standing and going on it dashed away around the corner of a building.
(Perception or Survival check to continue following)
DC: 15 -
The blood trails drip and drop down the alley and around the left corner into a pile of what looks like shattered pottery and thistle branches that have broken through a hole in the wall. The Minotaur is clinging to life, desperately trying hide before it passes out. His hand clasping at his heart. Holding his breath until you leave.
Tennezaz will attempt to follow the Minotaur but if he loses track of it he will quickly go back to the rest of the group.
Perception: 10
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Turning the corner of the building where he has seen the last glimpse of the minotaur, Fingolin scans the area. At the same time, he starts to realise that running after the Minotaur like that, shouting, might not have been the brightest of his ideas.
Perception 21
Fouder realises too late that he is not likely to catch sight of the Minotaur, not with having stopped to talk to Arell and his too short legs. He grumbles under his breath. Back to the basement.
He looks around the area outside before he returns, for any indication of where the intruders had come from, or indeed why they had targeted this particular building.
Zydalia Quexx - Level 2 - Tiefling/Barbarian
Fouder Amberbreaker - Level 4 - Mountain Dwarf/Tempest Cleric
DM - The Children of Hadal
Quickly approaching the Minotaur, rapier drawn, Fingolin says in Common: "Make a move and you die, speak and I might let you live."
Holding an attack in case he tries to attack or run.
"Why did you attack us? Who are you and who sent you?"
Ekkiwe appears 30 ft away and keeps a perimeter. Fingolin instructed him to squeak loudly and disappear if there's a threat.
Perception roll for Ekkiwe: 10
Arell gives Solomon a nod, saying "If you need help, give a shout. I'm not completely out for the count."
He looks at his hand, covered in grit and blood, brushing the dirt on the floor this way and that. "How things have changed. Feels like it was yesterday that I had my last customer leave my shop, just the most ordinary day in the world. Now look at me. Charged by a fully grown Minotaur, covered in filth, just hoping to make it through the week."
Lynn-Marie Verine-Wintercleaver, Human Bloodhunter - Adventures in Esyldien
Finan Caible, Human Bard - Joys of Balance
Yroc Grumbak, Orc Fighlock - Pizazz's ToA
Arell Peroan, Half-Elf Warlonk - Scattered Gods
ESC! | 10|33|5~
The Minotaur sits up from the rubble, labored breathing from the wounds and running. He struggles to produce the volume to talk. “Work for? .... orders? ....,No, just trying to survive. Look for supplies....food.” The look of defeat and exasperation leaves his face and is replaced by the look of bold determination just like when he was fighting. “Kill me now, what kind of life is this?!” he collapses once more falling back into the rubble.
Since he sees Fingolin move farther up, Tennezaz will pause in his trip back to the basement and follow. He will load his crossbow and aim it at the minotaur. "If he wishes to die then grant him death."
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Any sign of excitement left Fingolin's eyes in the face of the Minotaur's resignation. "Merin sa hiruvalyë sérë", he says in Elvish as he plunges the rapier into the Minotaur's heart.
After a few moments, he searches the body for anything useful.
Investigation: 23
Before heading back inside, Fouder studies the exterior of the building for clues as to why the intruders had chosen that particular building, as well as any clues as to where they've come from.* The mage in particular had been puzzling, though when he puzzles the odd composition of the group too long, he realises how hypocritical he's being. It may as well be the end of the world, as far as most people are concerned - order and expectation have no place in this new society. His own companions provide solid evidence of that.
*DM's choice, I'm unsure what would help here, if any - insight (18), investigation (25) or perception (10)
Zydalia Quexx - Level 2 - Tiefling/Barbarian
Fouder Amberbreaker - Level 4 - Mountain Dwarf/Tempest Cleric
DM - The Children of Hadal
Solomon returns from outside, a frown knitting his black eyebrows together. "You've been gored by a minotaur, and we've not eaten properly in days, don't waste your energy." His serious tone brooks no argument. "If Fingolin's healing has done it's work, then search those bodies, by all means", he says, gesturing to the bodies of the goblins scattered across the basement level of the store.