Brandonswings his sword down on Ferol Sal. The undead raises an arm instinctively to protect himself and takes a strong blow to the forearm; the sword sinks in a good inch.
Ferol Sal screams in pain and shouts in response to Durnham "They won't stop, clever one! Save me and I'll share all my knowledge!"
Qidira'sblades sink into torso and abdomen, eliciting more yells of pain.
"I'm running out of time, save me!"
He staggers to his feet and lashes out at the new attackers; sword at Qidiraand shadow-wreathed claw at Brandon
Attack on Brandon Attack: 8 Damage: 6 necrotic and pass a DC13 CON save or your max HP drops by the same amount
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As far as Kotar was concerned, to cheat death is a feat worth nothing but praise and power is only as foul as the use one gives to it, unless it demands one to harm others to take effect. Then it’s use would be inherently foul. He didn’t know about magic. He could not say that was the case. Maybe Brandon knew this Aeorian had to do something terrible to someone in order to keep existing. But if that was the state of things, the goliath could hardly imagine Durnham wouldn’t know. Yet the dwarf was trying to defend Ferol. Could it be that the warlock’s motives lied in a radical belief? The human did seem quite fanatical about defeating the undead. Doesn’t matter, the fighter decided. Battled had started and the creature had no qualms in letting innocents die for his research. That was reason enough.
“His knowledge can doom as many lives as it can save if used outside the limits of morality. And he said himself to not be bound by morality.” Kotar said to Durnham while closing in Sal, flanking him with Ressys. “I won’t bet with the lives of families. Of children.”
And so, he raised the maul and took a deep breath. Pushing his strength beyond its limits he made the weapon fall not one, but two times in a single second.
Notes: Kotar moves closer to the enemy in a way he is flanking with Ressys then uses Action Surge to attack twice with the silvered maul.
Durnham watches as Kotar swings his hammer at Feral Sol and a flash of a dream from the previous night is recalled. For a moment Kotar blurs and his first attack seems slightly different from his dream. But Durnham’s dream was true and Kotar’s strike adjusts to his dream.
Portent: Kotar’s first attack roll is adjusted to a 17 (plus whatever bonuses he has).
In a flash Durnham’s dream fills him with resolve. This MUST be, the dream fortold this fight. With that realization, grim determination replaced indecision. This Ferol Sol’s fate was decided for good or ill.
Ferol Sal's attack cut Qidira deeply but seems to only strengthen her resolve. Struggling forward again, she strives to continue the fight with her friends. (7/17)
Ressys lost himself to the frenzy of the attacks and the desire to kill that filled the wolf. He ignored Durham's words and couldn't answer even if he hadn't. Again he lunged and bit at the creature.
Attack: 12 Damage: 13 piercing damage. If the target is a creature, it must succeed on a DC 13 Strength saving throw or be knocked prone.
Brandon watches as Feral Sol staggers to his feet and lashes out at the group. Raising his shield, he bats away the feeble attempt at clawing him and thrusts his longsword toward the creature's mid-section. “Your pleas will not save you" he grunts.
The only way Kotar can find a flanking position is to jump up on one of the tables, so... up he goes! The goliath stands above Ferol Sal and rains down blow after blow. The first strike is about to land weakly, but fate (or Durnham) intervenes and it instead smacks down into Sal's ribcage with a crack. The second blow also finds its mark and crushes the undead's chest, caving it in with a sickening crunch-squish sound.
Ferol Sal lies still, thick black blood oozing slowly from his wounds.
(Sorry for my delay meaning Ressys and Brandon posted turns that were not needed. You have defeated the enemy though, well done)
Durnham lowers his wand and approaches the body carefully. He kneels down next to it and sighs. “I’m sorry Ferol Sol. You had knowledge and power that could have changed the world… but you chose to focus on destruction.” He looks up at the group, “He really could have you know? Changed the world. He had information, magic, power, and science that are lost to us now.” He shakes his head and sighs “I didn’t trust him… he was twisted and insane… but if there was a chance that we could have managed to change his mind… or keep him from continuing this work on the sickness… maybe see what a difference he could have made to the world… but that chance is gone.”
It all happened in the fraction of a second. The first strike seemed unstable, barely capable to land, of capable of landing. Then things changed. The world changed. And the goliath was all focus and strength. By the end of his offensive the undead had fallen and he heard Durnham speak.
“Change is not synonymous to improvement.” Kotar said as his mind wandered to the past. “I don’t know how long ago Aeor fell, but these ruins were old by the time my grandfather was a child. Sal didn’t change his mind during this time or after hearing about his research causing loss of lives. He was proud to say how free he was from morals. I don’t think he had interest in helping anyone or that we would convince him otherwise, but I don’t doubt he could really change the world. And thank you for the help, my friend.”
He said jumping down the table climbed in order to flank the monster. The fighter took a moment to look at his companions. For a moment he feared they would all die in the hands of this enemy, but they proved his wrong. They were stronger.
“Thank you.” Kotar said to them. All of them. “So, what do we do now?”
“You’re probably right, but a chance at learning what he knew… it’s worth almost any price… but not the whole world. Im sorry about my indecision… I was tempted to learn from him… sorely tempted. But… I dreamed of this fight… I saw your blow hit and crush him just before you did it, I remembered. I knew then it was a true foretelling. A glimpse of what would be, and I knew that his fate was decided. There was no avoiding the fight.”
”As for what to do now… I intend to search this room and find anything I can about what he was working on… perhaps there are some tomes or bits of knowledge that will be useful.”
Qidira perks up at Durnham's last statement, feeling sorrow at the knowledge lost too. "Now, that I can help with!" She hops up and starts thoroughly investigating all items on the table, then onto any book shelves. "I suspect being who he was he may be resistant to the poisons and other concoctions he was working on, but we are not to my knowledge and those antidotes are sorely needed." She pulls on her tinkering gloves and wraps a cloth around her face as she investigates to help with resistance to anything she may come in contact with accidentally, removing them if they hinder her too greatly but only after a close look at what she will be touching.
"Durnham, there have been decades of people studying the place this one came from. Books and artifacts, places and other connections. There is must to learn here and elsewhere. Not ALL is lost. Even that dagger came from Aeor. Ah, yes, the dagger!!" Then looking sheepishly at the dwarf she rushes off to gather it and the other dagger she threw at the Necromancer .
if applicable I've rolled a History check to see if she recalls anything in her studies to connect to what she sees within the room. history16 @DM
double proficiency of +2 to +4 for reference. If Investigation alone is more applicable then simply +2
Artificer’s LoreBR, pg. 37
Add twice your proficiency bonus to History checks related to magic items, alchemical objects, or technological devices.
As Qidira stoops to pick up the dagger after her dash over to it, she feels moisture again on her leg and looks down to see that she's reopened one of her wounds and plops down to wrap it up again. Casting cure wounds on it as she does so. 6 hp
@DM hoping I haven't bundled too much into her activity, I can reel it in a little if needed.
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Durnham smiles at Qidira’s enthusiasm. “Yes, let’s look through this room carefully. I suppose someone should check his actual body too. He’s bound to have something on him.”
Durnham will investigate the body and the laboratory in general. Shelves, table or countertops, etc.
“You can see the future in your dreams?!” Kotar asked rapidly turning his head, wearing a child-like expression of fascination. Anyone could read a ‘so cool’ written over the goliath’s face. “I mean, no need to apologize. He was certainly rich when it comes to knowledge and it may be just my own bias to say as much, but I think it is healthier to always have some degree of indecision. To question what one is about to do, specially when it comes to battle. Lest one become a simple tool following orders and killing becomes too easy.”
He then turned to Qidira. Only when she mentioned poison the fighter considered where they were. The place where a Aeorian researcher spent decades, possibly centuries, studying the Frigid Woe.
“You think there are more spores here?” Kotar asked the gnome while scanning the room for any vials like those they found earlier, in Paleblank and in the ruins themselves. Only then it came down on him – they had not found any living armor. Yet. Maybe the battle is not over. “Is there any chance of Ferol Sal, you know, rising again?” The question was direct to no one in particular, although he expected that either Brandon or Durnhan would know its answer.
The dwarf looks up at the taller Kotar, “My dreams do have portents of divination… I can sometimes get glimpses of the future but it’s hazy… indistinct, difficult to remember until just at the moment it occurs. I hope to improve my skill in this area and to be able to better predict future events…”
”It’s one of the reasons I search for knowledge so much… the more one knows, the better prepared they can be for what lies ahead.”
”As for Ferol Sol… I believe he is gone but it wouldn’t hurt to check and be sure…”
Looking back to Kotar, "I don't know, I hope not. His studies of that seem done, but I've learned that when you least expect and all that....no hurt in being cautious."
Qidira studies the contents of the room with the eye of a practised historian; it is indeed a treasure trove of Aeorian items, too much to take back with them. The science kit is rather unremarkable except for its provenance, but a chart of the various planes of existence stands out for the fact that it does not include the Divine Gate, the barrier behind which the gods were consigned (voluntarily or otherwise) after the great war known as the Calamity. Knowing the Salsvault's Aeorian history, it would not be too much to posit that the chart pre-dates the calamity and could thus prove to be very valuable - to a collector alone, but especially to a researcher specialising in the ancient flying cities of Exandria.
Durnham investigates the lab for sources of knowledge, secrets of the powerful science that Ferol Sal must have had access to. He works with the speed and nimbleness of a devoted researcher, knowing instinctively where to look and what to uncover. Before long the wizard has deciphered enough of a small journal to know that it contains Ferol Sal's ponderings and accounts of his experiments with various arcane theories. This small journal could reveal untold arcane riches...
A search of Ferol Sal himself reveals the ancient creature to be truly, finally dead. His sword is of moderate quality but could fetch a decent price from the right buyer. On his right ring finger is an ornate white gold ring with a large opal set within. Inscriptions around the setting suggest an enchantment.
Finding the journal, Durnham smiles with relief. This looked like it would be helpful in gaining some knowledge at least. He places it in his pack for later research. “This journal has Ferol Sol’s thoughts and ideas… his research notes. With study I may be able to find some useful knowledge or information.”
He looks up at the others. “We should probably look around the room to make sure we don’t miss anything before we leave. I doubt any of us will be returning.” (Asking for perception checked from those who are better at it)
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Ressys shook his great head for a moment before sitting down on his haunches. He then licked his wound for a moment.
A moment later the Firbolg transformed back into himself again.
He looked himself up and down. "No worse for wear it seems."
He then looked down at the remains of Ferol Sol.
"That creature has received the justice it deserved. It's crimes to the world were horrible."
Turning away from Ferol Sol he found a place to sit. He then cast Detect Magic as a ritual while the others searched the room. He then got up to help the others searched, guided by the new sense given to him.
Initiative order: Ressys 19, Durnham 14, Brandon 11, Qidira 9, Ferol Sal (prone) 8, Kotar 2
Brandon swings his sword down on Ferol Sal. The undead raises an arm instinctively to protect himself and takes a strong blow to the forearm; the sword sinks in a good inch.
Ferol Sal screams in pain and shouts in response to Durnham "They won't stop, clever one! Save me and I'll share all my knowledge!"
Qidira's blades sink into torso and abdomen, eliciting more yells of pain.
"I'm running out of time, save me!"
He staggers to his feet and lashes out at the new attackers; sword at Qidira and shadow-wreathed claw at Brandon
Attack on Brandon Attack: 8 Damage: 6 necrotic and pass a DC13 CON save or your max HP drops by the same amount
Attack on Qidira Attack: 5 Damage: 5 slashing
(Kotar's turn)
As far as Kotar was concerned, to cheat death is a feat worth nothing but praise and power is only as foul as the use one gives to it, unless it demands one to harm others to take effect. Then it’s use would be inherently foul. He didn’t know about magic. He could not say that was the case. Maybe Brandon knew this Aeorian had to do something terrible to someone in order to keep existing. But if that was the state of things, the goliath could hardly imagine Durnham wouldn’t know. Yet the dwarf was trying to defend Ferol. Could it be that the warlock’s motives lied in a radical belief? The human did seem quite fanatical about defeating the undead. Doesn’t matter, the fighter decided. Battled had started and the creature had no qualms in letting innocents die for his research. That was reason enough.
“His knowledge can doom as many lives as it can save if used outside the limits of morality. And he said himself to not be bound by morality.” Kotar said to Durnham while closing in Sal, flanking him with Ressys. “I won’t bet with the lives of families. Of children.”
And so, he raised the maul and took a deep breath. Pushing his strength beyond its limits he made the weapon fall not one, but two times in a single second.
Notes: Kotar moves closer to the enemy in a way he is flanking with Ressys then uses Action Surge to attack twice with the silvered maul.
Attack 1: 13
Damage: 10
Attack 2: 20
Damage: 12
Re-rolling the 1 damage on the first attack (Great Weapon Fighting): 6
Durnham watches as Kotar swings his hammer at Feral Sol and a flash of a dream from the previous night is recalled. For a moment Kotar blurs and his first attack seems slightly different from his dream. But Durnham’s dream was true and Kotar’s strike adjusts to his dream.
Portent: Kotar’s first attack roll is adjusted to a 17 (plus whatever bonuses he has).
In a flash Durnham’s dream fills him with resolve. This MUST be, the dream fortold this fight. With that realization, grim determination replaced indecision. This Ferol Sol’s fate was decided for good or ill.
Noob
Ferol Sal's attack cut Qidira deeply but seems to only strengthen her resolve. Struggling forward again, she strives to continue the fight with her friends. (7/17)
Ressys lost himself to the frenzy of the attacks and the desire to kill that filled the wolf. He ignored Durham's words and couldn't answer even if he hadn't. Again he lunged and bit at the creature.
Attack: 12 Damage: 13 piercing damage. If the target is a creature, it must succeed on a DC 13 Strength saving throw or be knocked prone.
Brandon watches as Feral Sol staggers to his feet and lashes out at the group. Raising his shield, he bats away the feeble attempt at clawing him and thrusts his longsword toward the creature's mid-section. “Your pleas will not save you" he grunts.
Attack: 16 Damage: 7.
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Initiative order: Ressys 19, Durnham 14, Brandon 11, Qidira 9, Ferol Sal (prone) 8, Kotar 2
The only way Kotar can find a flanking position is to jump up on one of the tables, so... up he goes! The goliath stands above Ferol Sal and rains down blow after blow. The first strike is about to land weakly, but fate (or Durnham) intervenes and it instead smacks down into Sal's ribcage with a crack. The second blow also finds its mark and crushes the undead's chest, caving it in with a sickening crunch-squish sound.
Ferol Sal lies still, thick black blood oozing slowly from his wounds.
(Sorry for my delay meaning Ressys and Brandon posted turns that were not needed. You have defeated the enemy though, well done)
Durnham lowers his wand and approaches the body carefully. He kneels down next to it and sighs. “I’m sorry Ferol Sol. You had knowledge and power that could have changed the world… but you chose to focus on destruction.” He looks up at the group, “He really could have you know? Changed the world. He had information, magic, power, and science that are lost to us now.” He shakes his head and sighs “I didn’t trust him… he was twisted and insane… but if there was a chance that we could have managed to change his mind… or keep him from continuing this work on the sickness… maybe see what a difference he could have made to the world… but that chance is gone.”
Noob
It all happened in the fraction of a second. The first strike seemed unstable, barely capable to land, of capable of landing. Then things changed. The world changed. And the goliath was all focus and strength. By the end of his offensive the undead had fallen and he heard Durnham speak.
“Change is not synonymous to improvement.” Kotar said as his mind wandered to the past. “I don’t know how long ago Aeor fell, but these ruins were old by the time my grandfather was a child. Sal didn’t change his mind during this time or after hearing about his research causing loss of lives. He was proud to say how free he was from morals. I don’t think he had interest in helping anyone or that we would convince him otherwise, but I don’t doubt he could really change the world. And thank you for the help, my friend.”
He said jumping down the table climbed in order to flank the monster. The fighter took a moment to look at his companions. For a moment he feared they would all die in the hands of this enemy, but they proved his wrong. They were stronger.
“Thank you.” Kotar said to them. All of them. “So, what do we do now?”
“You’re probably right, but a chance at learning what he knew… it’s worth almost any price… but not the whole world. Im sorry about my indecision… I was tempted to learn from him… sorely tempted. But… I dreamed of this fight… I saw your blow hit and crush him just before you did it, I remembered. I knew then it was a true foretelling. A glimpse of what would be, and I knew that his fate was decided. There was no avoiding the fight.”
”As for what to do now… I intend to search this room and find anything I can about what he was working on… perhaps there are some tomes or bits of knowledge that will be useful.”
Noob
Qidira perks up at Durnham's last statement, feeling sorrow at the knowledge lost too. "Now, that I can help with!" She hops up and starts thoroughly investigating all items on the table, then onto any book shelves. "I suspect being who he was he may be resistant to the poisons and other concoctions he was working on, but we are not to my knowledge and those antidotes are sorely needed." She pulls on her tinkering gloves and wraps a cloth around her face as she investigates to help with resistance to anything she may come in contact with accidentally, removing them if they hinder her too greatly but only after a close look at what she will be touching.
"Durnham, there have been decades of people studying the place this one came from. Books and artifacts, places and other connections. There is must to learn here and elsewhere. Not ALL is lost. Even that dagger came from Aeor. Ah, yes, the dagger!!" Then looking sheepishly at the dwarf she rushes off to gather it and the other dagger she threw at the Necromancer .
if applicable I've rolled a History check to see if she recalls anything in her studies to connect to what she sees within the room. history 16 @DM
Add twice your proficiency bonus to History checks related to magic items, alchemical objects, or technological devices.
As Qidira stoops to pick up the dagger after her dash over to it, she feels moisture again on her leg and looks down to see that she's reopened one of her wounds and plops down to wrap it up again. Casting cure wounds on it as she does so. 6 hp
@DM hoping I haven't bundled too much into her activity, I can reel it in a little if needed.
Durnham smiles at Qidira’s enthusiasm. “Yes, let’s look through this room carefully. I suppose someone should check his actual body too. He’s bound to have something on him.”
Durnham will investigate the body and the laboratory in general. Shelves, table or countertops, etc.
8 investigation (passive is 15)
Noob
“You can see the future in your dreams?!” Kotar asked rapidly turning his head, wearing a child-like expression of fascination. Anyone could read a ‘so cool’ written over the goliath’s face. “I mean, no need to apologize. He was certainly rich when it comes to knowledge and it may be just my own bias to say as much, but I think it is healthier to always have some degree of indecision. To question what one is about to do, specially when it comes to battle. Lest one become a simple tool following orders and killing becomes too easy.”
He then turned to Qidira. Only when she mentioned poison the fighter considered where they were. The place where a Aeorian researcher spent decades, possibly centuries, studying the Frigid Woe.
“You think there are more spores here?” Kotar asked the gnome while scanning the room for any vials like those they found earlier, in Paleblank and in the ruins themselves. Only then it came down on him – they had not found any living armor. Yet. Maybe the battle is not over. “Is there any chance of Ferol Sal, you know, rising again?” The question was direct to no one in particular, although he expected that either Brandon or Durnhan would know its answer.
The dwarf looks up at the taller Kotar, “My dreams do have portents of divination… I can sometimes get glimpses of the future but it’s hazy… indistinct, difficult to remember until just at the moment it occurs. I hope to improve my skill in this area and to be able to better predict future events…”
”It’s one of the reasons I search for knowledge so much… the more one knows, the better prepared they can be for what lies ahead.”
”As for Ferol Sol… I believe he is gone but it wouldn’t hurt to check and be sure…”
Noob
Looking back to Kotar, "I don't know, I hope not. His studies of that seem done, but I've learned that when you least expect and all that....no hurt in being cautious."
Qidira studies the contents of the room with the eye of a practised historian; it is indeed a treasure trove of Aeorian items, too much to take back with them. The science kit is rather unremarkable except for its provenance, but a chart of the various planes of existence stands out for the fact that it does not include the Divine Gate, the barrier behind which the gods were consigned (voluntarily or otherwise) after the great war known as the Calamity. Knowing the Salsvault's Aeorian history, it would not be too much to posit that the chart pre-dates the calamity and could thus prove to be very valuable - to a collector alone, but especially to a researcher specialising in the ancient flying cities of Exandria.
Durnham investigates the lab for sources of knowledge, secrets of the powerful science that Ferol Sal must have had access to. He works with the speed and nimbleness of a devoted researcher, knowing instinctively where to look and what to uncover. Before long the wizard has deciphered enough of a small journal to know that it contains Ferol Sal's ponderings and accounts of his experiments with various arcane theories. This small journal could reveal untold arcane riches...
A search of Ferol Sal himself reveals the ancient creature to be truly, finally dead. His sword is of moderate quality but could fetch a decent price from the right buyer. On his right ring finger is an ornate white gold ring with a large opal set within. Inscriptions around the setting suggest an enchantment.
Finding the journal, Durnham smiles with relief. This looked like it would be helpful in gaining some knowledge at least. He places it in his pack for later research. “This journal has Ferol Sol’s thoughts and ideas… his research notes. With study I may be able to find some useful knowledge or information.”
He looks up at the others. “We should probably look around the room to make sure we don’t miss anything before we leave. I doubt any of us will be returning.” (Asking for perception checked from those who are better at it)
Noob
Ressys shook his great head for a moment before sitting down on his haunches. He then licked his wound for a moment.
A moment later the Firbolg transformed back into himself again.
He looked himself up and down. "No worse for wear it seems."
He then looked down at the remains of Ferol Sol.
"That creature has received the justice it deserved. It's crimes to the world were horrible."
Turning away from Ferol Sol he found a place to sit. He then cast Detect Magic as a ritual while the others searched the room. He then got up to help the others searched, guided by the new sense given to him.
Perception 18 (PP 15)