Though the horn sounds and the ground shakes, Lostur is completely focused on his opponent, his bloodlust raging. He skips out of the way of the bugbear's swipe, and quickly reverses the motion into a lunge of his own, stabbing at his opponent viciously.
Lorvax you strike out and manage to down one of the wolves as they close in. OOC: You did not need to roll Dex yet Lorvax as this reaction happened prior to your next turn and prior to the event trigger. Your successful reaction negates the damage from the second attack.
[STR 20] It was a close thing Kray but the Hobgoblin resists your shove sending your first attack wide of what you intended. The second slice of your sword however, bites deep into the creatures thigh and its brief look of triumph turns to anger and pain. You whip your blade free and step aside as a large rock falls from above to where you were just standing.
Lostur you dance aside as rocks fall from above, then with a fluid motion you turn and slice the great beast twice across the belly. The great gashes you have made pull and then tear as its innards begin to spill. It drops its weapon clutching at the terrible wounds you have inflicted and as it opens its mouth to curse you a great rock falls from above crushing the Bugbear flat.
Seeing how Lorvax is not at all ready for falling rocks orders Bahamut to strike down the last wolf standing next to Lorvax with the spiritual weapon. Then, becoming confident again, he says: "I'm going to ring the bell on you little puppy" to one of the wolves standing next to him. Casting Toll the dead
Lorvax contemplates his luck as he narrowly manages to down one of the charging wolves. Paying little attention to the damage he has already sustained he once more lofts his heavy halberd against the last remaining wolf standing against him.
Glancing up at the ceiling it appeared to be starting to cave. As the rubble came crashing down around him, Lorvax desperately tried to jump out of the way;
Dexterity Saving Throw:16((or the natural 1 from before if you would rather take that roll))
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Brenvull your spiritual weapon claws into the back of the wolf, pinning it to the ground and as you turn and toll the bell at one of your lupine attackers the air between you shimmers for a moment and then as the sound emanates from the spell the wolf literally explodes sending its companion dancing back in terror.
Lorvax you take the head from the pinned wolf with a lightning swipe that brings sparks from the stone beneath. Then seeing Brenvull down one wolf the last of the creatures dances with your reach and with a sharp stab you skewer the beast ending its misery.
I hate wasting good dice rolls ;)
Lorvax you step aside in time to avoid the rock fall from above and brace yourself as the ground shakes beneath your feet. Brenvull you are not so lucky and take 8 bludgeoning damage as the rocks fall down from above.
Kray your two opponents strike once more with deadly intent. Attack: 19 Damage: 7 + 7, Attack: 15 Damage: 8 + 7
With two Hobgoblins left standing you are all up. Have at them!
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Feeling more and more awake every second, Kray sees clearly now the attacks of the two hobgoblins. With a lesser warrior in front of them they could have had a chance. But she was no lesser warrior.
She deflects both swords, one with her shield and the other with her own sword. Roaring she pushes back and staggers both of them, moment that she doesn't waste and cleaves with her own sword, trying to put them down for good.
Even if the description is different, same round here, or almost.
BA: Shove the injured one to make him prone. Athletics: 16
Action: Two attacks on the, hopefully, prone one. If the first ends him then the second one goes to the other.
Slicing off the bugbear leader's head, Lostur punts it back into the main chamber, following with a grin on his face.
"Hey! It's time for a good game of dragonba--" His happy grunt cuts off as he sees the two hobgoblins still milling about, and his companions wounded and bleeding. Letting out a roar of fury, he pulls out his yklwa and charges at one of the hobgoblins, slowing the one looking more likely to flee down with his shroud of vengeful dead.
Attack 1: 23 to hit Damage: 16 (9 piercing + 4 fire + 3 necrotic)
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Standing among the mess of dead wolves, next to the stone that just fell on his head Brenvull screams out: "DAMN YOU FILE CREATURES, YOU DEFILED THIS SANCTUARY!" and runs towards the Hobgoblins.
Will move the spiritual weapon, but don't think 20 ft is enough to reach the hobgoblins (otherwise: Attack: 16 Damage: 10)
Lorvax staggered forward. He was fully aware that had it not been for his compatriot's quick thinking he would have surely perished. In the distance he saw the remaining Hobgoblins clearly out of reach. Holding his wounds he moved towards the surviving enemies, his job was not yet done.
Drawing his Crossbow, Hand, he took aim an unleashed a bolt.
His vision obscured by his own blood and sweat, Lorvax shoots wildly in the vague direction of the hobgoblins, his shot straying far wide of the target.
Lorvax grunted, "Bloody creatures! Just you stay there, I'm not done yet!"
Kray you push your opponent to the ground and end its life with two precise strikes across the chest and neck.
Lorvax your bolt goes wide but the Hobgoblins triumph is short lived. Brenvull and Lostur your attacks reduce the creature to pink mist ending the slaughter.
The battle done you all find yourselves standing before the huge petrified form of your one time master. Before him stands the human mage who shared his fate in those last moments of magical battle. The once grand hall is filled with the remains of the goblin excavation and off to the east the great doors of the citadel stand closed. It appears that the goblins were planning to set a ram of sorts against its strength. North of the door you see the tunnelled entrance used by the goblins, chocked now by tonnes of fallen stone.
Kray looks to her comrades as they finsih the last of the hobgoblins.
"Well done my friends are you hurt?" she asks to the them.
After applying healing if needed she turns towards the petrified form of her master.
"What... what happened? I remember the fight, the immense surge of power coming out of him as he battled this cursed human... and then... the darkness... the cold... "she tries to focus her mind "Then nothing... nothing until I've heard this creatures... What's going on? why isn't he released from the stone like we have been?" she asks to the others, confused.
Lostur says nothing, quietly approaching the mighty frozen dragon in the room. Grunting, he dropped to his knees and pressed his head to the ground in pained supplication.
"Forgive me, my master. I failed you." He spends several moments motionless on the floor like that, the euphoria of battle leaving him in a rush, and the reality of the present situation slowly settling in. But after some moments, his tail begins to twitch. He sits up slowly, a deadly gleam in his eye, and turns around with a roar. Striking out at the statue of Tehomar, he roars in wordless fury, hitting again and again, the futility of his attacks only serving to make him even more furious. His rage finally overflows and bursts from him in a wave of magic; a sword burst erupts out of him, slashing and clanging at Tehomar's frozen body. It's only when the spell fades that Lostur's rage finally releases him, and he stands there panting and spent.
Trudging back towards the others, he squats on the floor, leaning heavily on his yklwa. "Why did we wake up?" he asks in a raspy voice. "How could we have woken up, and not Lord Balorian? Where are the others, and why didn't they defend the stronghold from this goblin filth? At least our master cannot witness this disgrace." He runs a rough, scaled hand over the top of his head, clearly lost and out of his element, now that there's nothing left to fight.
Lorvax, at first, looks at Kray in disbelief. He clutches at a large wound near his stomach, his arms are covered in bite marks having been savaged by the wolves. The look, however, turns to one of amusement and he chuckles,“Oh no Kray, I’m feeling as fresh as a daisy.”
He gladly accepts any healing offered.
Strengthening his resolve, Lorvax turns to look at Balorian. An immense feeling of shame almost overwhelms him. “Failure” he muttered almost to himself as much as to Kray, “We failed... I... failed him.” Lorvax turns his gaze to the floor. “I know little of whatever magics our Master unleashed... what I do know is that he gave of himself... for us.”The last words come out choked, almost as a whisper.
Brenvull a bit overwhelmed by everything is silent for once. He kneels down before his master and tries to hide the tears in his eyes. After about two minutes or so he stands up and looks to the others and says: "We all failed him, I have no idea what happened or how much time has passed, but for now I feel like we should clear out any goblin scum that defiles this place now, before we should try anything to awake him. But first I think we should take some rest, heal some wounds, before we rush into the next fight. You know, in the old days [...]" and he starts to rumble some story about goblins in the old days and how everything was better then.
Assuming someone will interrupt him quite fast he will switch subject. "I could pray to Bahamut to regenerate us a bit, but think we should also take a breather" (short rest)
Kray smiles to Lorvax as she puts her hands over his wounds and prays to Bahamut to heal her companion wounds. She shares Lostur rage and frustration but she says nothing.
She approaches Lord Balorian frozen form and touches it with reverence. “Yes. We failed him. But somehow we do have a new chance now."
She turns to her companions with a confident look in her eyes. “ I agree with Brenvull. We rest and then clean the goblinoid infestation. We know little so I suggest we capture one alive to gather some information of how much time had passed and what are they doing here. From there we could look for a way to free Him. We are awake now brothers, and the world will know it soon enough”
Kray you go to move your hand from the form of your master but find it stuck fast. A golden glow appears around where your flesh touches the stone and a familiar voice sounds within your mind.
"DAUGHTER." Balorian speaks as if from far away, "CALL YOUR BROTHERS TO ME."
Lostur looks up from his despair, eyes widening as he observes the golden glow. "Master!" he yells, falling over himself as he scrambles to touch the statue. The stray thought occurs that he didn't hear Tehomar during his fruitless assault, giving him the hope that the filthy human mage is well and truly dead.
Lostur Dex save: 21
Though the horn sounds and the ground shakes, Lostur is completely focused on his opponent, his bloodlust raging. He skips out of the way of the bugbear's swipe, and quickly reverses the motion into a lunge of his own, stabbing at his opponent viciously.
Attack: 27 (crit on 19)
Damage: 17 (11+3 piercing + 3 necrotic)
Attack 2: 21
Damage: 13 (7+3 pierceing + 3 necrotic)
Lorvax you strike out and manage to down one of the wolves as they close in. OOC: You did not need to roll Dex yet Lorvax as this reaction happened prior to your next turn and prior to the event trigger. Your successful reaction negates the damage from the second attack.
[STR 20] It was a close thing Kray but the Hobgoblin resists your shove sending your first attack wide of what you intended. The second slice of your sword however, bites deep into the creatures thigh and its brief look of triumph turns to anger and pain. You whip your blade free and step aside as a large rock falls from above to where you were just standing.
Lostur you dance aside as rocks fall from above, then with a fluid motion you turn and slice the great beast twice across the belly. The great gashes you have made pull and then tear as its innards begin to spill. It drops its weapon clutching at the terrible wounds you have inflicted and as it opens its mouth to curse you a great rock falls from above crushing the Bugbear flat.
Lorvax and Brenvull at your leisure!
DM - Warlock of Firetop Mountain
As the bugbear is crushed, Lostur laughs in triumph, siphoning dark energy from the body (and regaining 9 HP).
dex save: 11
Spiritual Weapon: Attack: 26 Damage: 10
Toll the Dead: 17
Seeing how Lorvax is not at all ready for falling rocks orders Bahamut to strike down the last wolf standing next to Lorvax with the spiritual weapon. Then, becoming confident again, he says: "I'm going to ring the bell on you little puppy" to one of the wolves standing next to him. Casting Toll the dead
Lorvax contemplates his luck as he narrowly manages to down one of the charging wolves. Paying little attention to the damage he has already sustained he once more lofts his heavy halberd against the last remaining wolf standing against him.
"Feel the wrath of Bahamut!" He bellows.
Action: Halberd attack;
Bonus Action: Polearm Master, Halberd shaft attack.
Glancing up at the ceiling it appeared to be starting to cave. As the rubble came crashing down around him, Lorvax desperately tried to jump out of the way;
Dexterity Saving Throw: 16 ((or the natural 1 from before if you would rather take that roll))
DM - The Call of Strahd (CoS); Feyrealm Campaign, Chapter 0 - Bleak Prospect (BP), Chapter 1 - Destination Unknown (DU)
Brenvull your spiritual weapon claws into the back of the wolf, pinning it to the ground and as you turn and toll the bell at one of your lupine attackers the air between you shimmers for a moment and then as the sound emanates from the spell the wolf literally explodes sending its companion dancing back in terror.
Lorvax you take the head from the pinned wolf with a lightning swipe that brings sparks from the stone beneath. Then seeing Brenvull down one wolf the last of the creatures dances with your reach and with a sharp stab you skewer the beast ending its misery.
I hate wasting good dice rolls ;)
Lorvax you step aside in time to avoid the rock fall from above and brace yourself as the ground shakes beneath your feet. Brenvull you are not so lucky and take 8 bludgeoning damage as the rocks fall down from above.
Kray your two opponents strike once more with deadly intent. Attack: 19 Damage: 7 + 7, Attack: 15 Damage: 8 + 7
With two Hobgoblins left standing you are all up. Have at them!
DM - Warlock of Firetop Mountain
Feeling more and more awake every second, Kray sees clearly now the attacks of the two hobgoblins. With a lesser warrior in front of them they could have had a chance. But she was no lesser warrior.
She deflects both swords, one with her shield and the other with her own sword. Roaring she pushes back and staggers both of them, moment that she doesn't waste and cleaves with her own sword, trying to put them down for good.
Even if the description is different, same round here, or almost.
BA: Shove the injured one to make him prone. Athletics: 16
Action: Two attacks on the, hopefully, prone one. If the first ends him then the second one goes to the other.
Attack: 22 Damage: 5
Attack: 22 Damage: 10
And the two rolls in case she has advantage.
Attack1: 15
Attack2: 16
PbP Character: A few ;)
Slicing off the bugbear leader's head, Lostur punts it back into the main chamber, following with a grin on his face.
"Hey! It's time for a good game of dragonba--" His happy grunt cuts off as he sees the two hobgoblins still milling about, and his companions wounded and bleeding. Letting out a roar of fury, he pulls out his yklwa and charges at one of the hobgoblins, slowing the one looking more likely to flee down with his shroud of vengeful dead.
Attack 1: 23 to hit
Damage: 16 (9 piercing + 4 fire + 3 necrotic)
Splash damage to hobgoblin no. 2: 12 fire damage
Standing among the mess of dead wolves, next to the stone that just fell on his head Brenvull screams out: "DAMN YOU FILE CREATURES, YOU DEFILED THIS SANCTUARY!" and runs towards the Hobgoblins.
Will move the spiritual weapon, but don't think 20 ft is enough to reach the hobgoblins (otherwise: Attack: 16 Damage: 10)
Then Toll the dead damage 23
Lorvax staggered forward. He was fully aware that had it not been for his compatriot's quick thinking he would have surely perished. In the distance he saw the remaining Hobgoblins clearly out of reach. Holding his wounds he moved towards the surviving enemies, his job was not yet done.
Drawing his Crossbow, Hand, he took aim an unleashed a bolt.
Action: Attack with Crossbow, Hand - Attack: 6
His vision obscured by his own blood and sweat, Lorvax shoots wildly in the vague direction of the hobgoblins, his shot straying far wide of the target.
Lorvax grunted, "Bloody creatures! Just you stay there, I'm not done yet!"
DM - The Call of Strahd (CoS); Feyrealm Campaign, Chapter 0 - Bleak Prospect (BP), Chapter 1 - Destination Unknown (DU)
Kray you push your opponent to the ground and end its life with two precise strikes across the chest and neck.
Lorvax your bolt goes wide but the Hobgoblins triumph is short lived. Brenvull and Lostur your attacks reduce the creature to pink mist ending the slaughter.
The battle done you all find yourselves standing before the huge petrified form of your one time master. Before him stands the human mage who shared his fate in those last moments of magical battle. The once grand hall is filled with the remains of the goblin excavation and off to the east the great doors of the citadel stand closed. It appears that the goblins were planning to set a ram of sorts against its strength. North of the door you see the tunnelled entrance used by the goblins, chocked now by tonnes of fallen stone.
What will you do next?
DM - Warlock of Firetop Mountain
Kray looks to her comrades as they finsih the last of the hobgoblins.
"Well done my friends are you hurt?" she asks to the them.
After applying healing if needed she turns towards the petrified form of her master.
"What... what happened? I remember the fight, the immense surge of power coming out of him as he battled this cursed human... and then... the darkness... the cold... " she tries to focus her mind "Then nothing... nothing until I've heard this creatures... What's going on? why isn't he released from the stone like we have been?" she asks to the others, confused.
PbP Character: A few ;)
Lostur says nothing, quietly approaching the mighty frozen dragon in the room. Grunting, he dropped to his knees and pressed his head to the ground in pained supplication.
"Forgive me, my master. I failed you." He spends several moments motionless on the floor like that, the euphoria of battle leaving him in a rush, and the reality of the present situation slowly settling in. But after some moments, his tail begins to twitch. He sits up slowly, a deadly gleam in his eye, and turns around with a roar. Striking out at the statue of Tehomar, he roars in wordless fury, hitting again and again, the futility of his attacks only serving to make him even more furious. His rage finally overflows and bursts from him in a wave of magic; a sword burst erupts out of him, slashing and clanging at Tehomar's frozen body. It's only when the spell fades that Lostur's rage finally releases him, and he stands there panting and spent.
Trudging back towards the others, he squats on the floor, leaning heavily on his yklwa. "Why did we wake up?" he asks in a raspy voice. "How could we have woken up, and not Lord Balorian? Where are the others, and why didn't they defend the stronghold from this goblin filth? At least our master cannot witness this disgrace." He runs a rough, scaled hand over the top of his head, clearly lost and out of his element, now that there's nothing left to fight.
Lorvax, at first, looks at Kray in disbelief. He clutches at a large wound near his stomach, his arms are covered in bite marks having been savaged by the wolves. The look, however, turns to one of amusement and he chuckles, “Oh no Kray, I’m feeling as fresh as a daisy.”
He gladly accepts any healing offered.
Strengthening his resolve, Lorvax turns to look at Balorian. An immense feeling of shame almost overwhelms him. “Failure” he muttered almost to himself as much as to Kray, “We failed... I... failed him.” Lorvax turns his gaze to the floor. “I know little of whatever magics our Master unleashed... what I do know is that he gave of himself... for us.” The last words come out choked, almost as a whisper.
DM - The Call of Strahd (CoS); Feyrealm Campaign, Chapter 0 - Bleak Prospect (BP), Chapter 1 - Destination Unknown (DU)
Brenvull a bit overwhelmed by everything is silent for once. He kneels down before his master and tries to hide the tears in his eyes. After about two minutes or so he stands up and looks to the others and says: "We all failed him, I have no idea what happened or how much time has passed, but for now I feel like we should clear out any goblin scum that defiles this place now, before we should try anything to awake him. But first I think we should take some rest, heal some wounds, before we rush into the next fight. You know, in the old days [...]" and he starts to rumble some story about goblins in the old days and how everything was better then.
Assuming someone will interrupt him quite fast he will switch subject. "I could pray to Bahamut to regenerate us a bit, but think we should also take a breather" (short rest)
Kray smiles to Lorvax as she puts her hands over his wounds and prays to Bahamut to heal her companion wounds.
She shares Lostur rage and frustration but she says nothing.
She approaches Lord Balorian frozen form and touches it with reverence.
“Yes. We failed him. But somehow we do have a new chance now."
She turns to her companions with a confident look in her eyes.
“ I agree with Brenvull. We rest and then clean the goblinoid infestation. We know little so I suggest we capture one alive to gather some information of how much time had passed and what are they doing here. From there we could look for a way to free Him. We are awake now brothers, and the world will know it soon enough”
PbP Character: A few ;)
Kray you go to move your hand from the form of your master but find it stuck fast. A golden glow appears around where your flesh touches the stone and a familiar voice sounds within your mind.
"DAUGHTER." Balorian speaks as if from far away, "CALL YOUR BROTHERS TO ME."
DM - Warlock of Firetop Mountain
Kray opens her eyes and, without retiring her hand turns her head towards the rest.
"I can hear him... come now!! He is calling for you all!! QUICK! TOUCH HIM!"
She turns to Lord Balorian
"They are coming My Lord. We are at your service. How do we can free you?"
PbP Character: A few ;)
Lostur looks up from his despair, eyes widening as he observes the golden glow. "Master!" he yells, falling over himself as he scrambles to touch the statue. The stray thought occurs that he didn't hear Tehomar during his fruitless assault, giving him the hope that the filthy human mage is well and truly dead.
As soon as he hears Kray a tear well in Brenvull's eye. He steps towards Balorian and touches him. Again thinking: "I'm sorry I failed you master".