The thrown pebble finds its mark, right in the left temple of Bandit #1. There is an unmistakable "oooh!" from the several of the spectators as they simultaneously react to the solid sound of "thud" as the pebble hits its target. Bandit #1 certainly felt it and is very likely seeing double, if one was to speculate.
Next up... Bandits Milo Valor <-- Elrodin Donnar Menttal
The staff comes down toward Bandit #1 at such an angle that it's almost parallel to his body, sliding along then off his leather armor leaving him unscathed.
Next up... Bandits Milo Valor Elrodin <-- Donnar Menttal
Elrodin, remaining at the rear of the group as the scuffle breaks out, looks on as things begin to escalate. This simply will not do he thinks to himself as his eyes begin to flicker red, and he reaches for a crystal hanging from around his neck.
"Enough!" the Half-Elf roars, raising his hand as arcane magics ignite in flame around his fist, a second later the fire bursts forth towards the bandit who started the trouble.
Bandit #1 first falls to his knees, then, as if in slow motion, falls to his left the rest of the way down in a heap of burning flesh - dead. A concerned tavern worker looks for a bucket to fill from the nearby trough. Concerned about the tavern catching fire, not the bandit.
Bandit#2 is still up next to the heroes on the landing of the tavern and the other 4 are still just a bit behind in the middle of the street, approx 10-20 feet away depending from which hero you measure from.
Next up... Bandits Milo Valor Elrodin Donnar <-- Menttal
Donnar stands there, bent forward slightly at the waist, hands on his knees, Dragonborn mouth hanging open in a grin, reflecting shock and amusement. He was amazed at how quickly things had escalated. What started with an unarmed shove, had progressed to flaming death in a matter of seconds. The surrounding crowd gave him the familiar feeling of being in the arena again.
"There's no un-spilling milk!" He'll grunt before turning to Bandit #2 and swinging his muscled arm at his neck in a clothesline attack!
Bandit#2 takes the full force of the Donnar's arm to his neck. He somehow, perhaps adrenaline, or maybe shock, manages to stay upright.
Bandit#2 is still up next to the heroes on the landing of the tavern and the other 4 are still just a bit behind in the middle of the street, approx 10-20 feet away depending from which hero you measure from.
Next up... Bandits Milo Valor Elrodin Donnar Menttal <--
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Milo
Having nearly been sliced by a scimitar, Milo draws his club with his left hand. "Shillelagh!" He yells triumphantly as he raises the club above his head. He twists his wrist and gives bandit #3 a quick rap on the head, then steps to the side and moves 15 ft away from all combatants.
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Bandit #3 grabs at the top of his head, instinctively, as the pain quickly reaches agonizing levels. That wallop hurt him quite a bit. However still being able to keep his wits about him, sees the opening the halfling left him due to his retreat and reacts to the opportunity to attack:
Attack: 12 Damage: 4
Milo is too quick for the swinging scimitar and retreats without harm into the middle of the street 15' from all combatants.
Valor, Elrodin, and Menttal are toe-to-to with their own bandit to deal with. Donnar's attacker is in the street with a crossbow.
Next up... Bandits Milo Valor <-- Elrodin Donnar Menttal
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As the bandit (#5) slices with his scimitar, Elrodin deftly steps to the side to avoid the blade, while simultaneously causing a ball of noxious and poisonous gas to erupt from his palm and into the face of his attacker.
Bandit #5 must make Con save vs DC 13, or take 4 Poison damage
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Donnar blinks in amazement as bandit #2 is able to keep to his feet after his strike.
"I must be getting ol- Ow!" He cries out as a crossbow thunks into his left shoulder!
Whipping around to face the solitary bandit in the street, standing with his crossbow in hand. "Why you sniveling little..." He growls as he begins stalking his way over with lethal intent. He'll reach down with either hand, grabbing hold of a scimitar in each, and drawing them out.
As a bonus action he'll use second wind and recover 8 HP
When he's closed the distance, he slices down at an angle coming down toward the bandits collar with his right arm.
"Oh shit!', saysBandit #6,, as the dragonborn fighter rushes him while he tries to put another arrow in the cross bow. As the fumbles he sees the scimitar coming down toward him he instinctively cowers under his cross bow as he holds it up. Surprisingly, it blocks the swing. Having nothing to counter with other than his feet, he rushes away from the fighter so he can try to load the crossbow and get off another shot. In doing so, it leaves him open to an opportunity attack.
Donnar, take your attack of opportunity against Bandit #6.
Bandit #6 screams in excruciating pain as the dragonborn slices right through him creating a wound long enough and deep enough that Bandit #6 bleeds out and falls to the ground. The dirt, where he lays, becomes saturated with blood.
4 bandits remain and are all up by the landing outside the tavern. Menttal is dealing with Bandit #2. Bandit #3 that was fighting Milo is standing next to Bandit #2 without an opponent after Milo ran into the street. Bandit #4 is fighting with Valor. Bandit #5 is fighting with Elrodin. All suffering some degree of damage.
Next up... Bandits Milo Valor Elrodin Donnar Menttal <--
The thrown pebble finds its mark, right in the left temple of Bandit #1. There is an unmistakable "oooh!" from the several of the spectators as they simultaneously react to the solid sound of "thud" as the pebble hits its target. Bandit #1 certainly felt it and is very likely seeing double, if one was to speculate.
Next up...
Bandits
Milo
Valor <--
Elrodin
Donnar
Menttal
Valor
Valor will use his quarter staff and with both hands, swing to strike Bandit 1;
Hit: 6
Damage: 7
The staff comes down toward Bandit #1 at such an angle that it's almost parallel to his body, sliding along then off his leather armor leaving him unscathed.
Next up...
Bandits
Milo
Valor
Elrodin <--
Donnar
Menttal
(ooc: apologies for a lengthy time to reply!)
Elrodin, remaining at the rear of the group as the scuffle breaks out, looks on as things begin to escalate. This simply will not do he thinks to himself as his eyes begin to flicker red, and he reaches for a crystal hanging from around his neck.
"Enough!" the Half-Elf roars, raising his hand as arcane magics ignite in flame around his fist, a second later the fire bursts forth towards the bandit who started the trouble.
Attack (Bandit #1): 17, Damage (fire): 8
Bandit #1 first falls to his knees, then, as if in slow motion, falls to his left the rest of the way down in a heap of burning flesh - dead. A concerned tavern worker looks for a bucket to fill from the nearby trough. Concerned about the tavern catching fire, not the bandit.
Bandit#2 is still up next to the heroes on the landing of the tavern and the other 4 are still just a bit behind in the middle of the street, approx 10-20 feet away depending from which hero you measure from.
Next up...
Bandits
Milo
Valor
Elrodin
Donnar <--
Menttal
Donnar stands there, bent forward slightly at the waist, hands on his knees, Dragonborn mouth hanging open in a grin, reflecting shock and amusement. He was amazed at how quickly things had escalated. What started with an unarmed shove, had progressed to flaming death in a matter of seconds. The surrounding crowd gave him the familiar feeling of being in the arena again.
"There's no un-spilling milk!" He'll grunt before turning to Bandit #2 and swinging his muscled arm at his neck in a clothesline attack!
Attack: 20 Damage: 4
Bandit#2 takes the full force of the Donnar's arm to his neck. He somehow, perhaps adrenaline, or maybe shock, manages to stay upright.
Bandit#2 is still up next to the heroes on the landing of the tavern and the other 4 are still just a bit behind in the middle of the street, approx 10-20 feet away depending from which hero you measure from.
Next up...
Bandits
Milo
Valor
Elrodin
Donnar
Menttal <--
Menttal pulls out his rapier and slashes bandit 2
Attack: 8 Damage: 8 Piercing Damage
Bandit#2 dodges Menttal's rapier and in the same motion draws his scimitar. He takes a swing at Menttal:
Attack: 13 Damage: 7
Seeing how this is no longer a fair fight in terms of numbers and weapons, the other bandits watching from the street react in kind...
Bandit #3 rushes in to confront Milo, pulling out his scimitar. Swinging it down from above his head:
Attack: 13 Damage: 5Bandit #4 follows by pulling out his scimitar, running in, and takes a baseball swing at Valor:
Attack: 19 Damage: 4
Bandit #5 was not about to miss any action and pulls out his scimitar and charges at Elrodin, swinging down from above his head:
Attack: 5 Damage: 3Bandit #6 having brought only his light crossbow to this picnic, raises it and takes aim at Donnar:
Attack: 21 Damage: 2
Next up...
Bandits
Milo <--
Valor
Elrodin
Donnar
Menttal
Milo
Having nearly been sliced by a scimitar, Milo draws his club with his left hand. "Shillelagh!" He yells triumphantly as he raises the club above his head. He twists his wrist and gives bandit #3 a quick rap on the head, then steps to the side and moves 15 ft away from all combatants.
Bonus action: shillelagh
Action: Attack: 7 Damage: 7 Target: bandit #3
Movement: 15 ft away from everyone.
Bandit #3 grabs at the top of his head, instinctively, as the pain quickly reaches agonizing levels. That wallop hurt him quite a bit. However still being able to keep his wits about him, sees the opening the halfling left him due to his retreat and reacts to the opportunity to attack:
Attack: 12 Damage: 4
Milo is too quick for the swinging scimitar and retreats without harm into the middle of the street 15' from all combatants.
Valor, Elrodin, and Menttal are toe-to-to with their own bandit to deal with. Donnar's attacker is in the street with a crossbow.
Next up...
Bandits
Milo
Valor <--
Elrodin
Donnar
Menttal
Valor
"Why you son of a---" Valor yells.
Valor rages and attacks with his quarterstaff with both hands.
Hit: 12
Damage: 6
Bandit #4 takes a solid shot to the side of his head from the quarterstaff. "Do stars come out in the day time", he ponders for a brief moment.
Next up...
Bandits
Milo
Valor
Elrodin <--
Donnar
Menttal
As the bandit (#5) slices with his scimitar, Elrodin deftly steps to the side to avoid the blade, while simultaneously causing a ball of noxious and poisonous gas to erupt from his palm and into the face of his attacker.
Bandit #5 must make Con save vs DC 13, or take 4 Poison damage
Bandit #5's constitution saving roll:
8
The bandit gasps, gags, and fights to catch fresh air, but all attempts were futile. He fully inhales the noxious and poisonous gas.
Next up...
Bandits
Milo
Valor
Elrodin
Donnar <--
Menttal
Donnar blinks in amazement as bandit #2 is able to keep to his feet after his strike.
"I must be getting ol- Ow!" He cries out as a crossbow thunks into his left shoulder!
Whipping around to face the solitary bandit in the street, standing with his crossbow in hand. "Why you sniveling little..." He growls as he begins stalking his way over with lethal intent. He'll reach down with either hand, grabbing hold of a scimitar in each, and drawing them out.
As a bonus action he'll use second wind and recover 8 HP
When he's closed the distance, he slices down at an angle coming down toward the bandits collar with his right arm.
Attack: 10 Damage: 5
"Oh shit!', saysBandit #6,, as the dragonborn fighter rushes him while he tries to put another arrow in the cross bow. As the fumbles he sees the scimitar coming down toward him he instinctively cowers under his cross bow as he holds it up. Surprisingly, it blocks the swing. Having nothing to counter with other than his feet, he rushes away from the fighter so he can try to load the crossbow and get off another shot. In doing so, it leaves him open to an opportunity attack.
Donnar, take your attack of opportunity against Bandit #6.
"Gah!" Donnar shouts in frustration as the little punk is able to deflect his attack.
As the bandit tries to retreat back to reload, Donnar slashes out with the scimitar in his left hand. "Don't run you little turd!"
Attack: 24 Damage: 4
Bandit #6 screams in excruciating pain as the dragonborn slices right through him creating a wound long enough and deep enough that Bandit #6 bleeds out and falls to the ground. The dirt, where he lays, becomes saturated with blood.
4 bandits remain and are all up by the landing outside the tavern. Menttal is dealing with Bandit #2. Bandit #3 that was fighting Milo is standing next to Bandit #2 without an opponent after Milo ran into the street. Bandit #4 is fighting with Valor. Bandit #5 is fighting with Elrodin. All suffering some degree of damage.
Next up...
Bandits
Milo
Valor
Elrodin
Donnar
Menttal <--
Menttal casts Sleep on the bandits,
Roll: 23