Assessing the melee Sohyme picks out a target that seems a little healthier then the rest(dm choice). Pooling the energies around her she let's lose a stream of lightning!
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
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( By my nath 69 HP halved ( yes I entered rage on the arrival to the vines in the entrance ;) 34 damage to Kyrthas. I’ts starting to hurt. XD but as a reaction he will use his racial trait to negate: 4 and on his turn the bonus action will be the second wind to recover: 11 HP logged
ST: 191917
Attacks on the aboleth:
Attack: 27 Damage: 26
Attack: 15 Damage: 23 )
Screaming, raging, Kyrthas grabs one of the aboleth’s tentacle when it wraps aorund one of his arms and tries to cut it, then he cuts down the creature again in the middle of it’s head!!
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
(You wouldn't believe how many times I kept this page open to start posting, got distracted by half my shift, and came back hours later to be reminded that I hadn't made any progress.)
As the last aboleth dissolves into a cloudy pool of mucous and the final chuul is torn apart by a swarm of couatl, the Verdant Lady manages to catch the Verdant Lord and support his frail treading in the pool. Despite the burst of power he displayed, it seems that there is little keeping the Lord from dissolving like his watery captors.
"Thank you. I don't know how, but those...things had dug themselves deep until sensibility had been numbed nearly to madness." The Verdant Lady seems to have regained much of her composure, but a haze still lingered as she struggled to recollect the past months.
With great effort, the Verdant Lord managed to speak, his voice weary from fatigue, "I called them, the blame for folley is on me." A moment of shock overcame his Lady before he continued, "The couatl spoke of an impending evil. I could feel it seeping into the land, and it's corruption was so subtle that it slowly robbed me of my power until I succumbed to sickness. Water is a purifying medium, so I sought aid from auch spirits as I could reach. What answered was a known malevolence, but it could aid me if I kept them in check. I hadn't realized just how much of my power had waned until I became their slave and puppet."
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Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Kyrthas breathes heavily for a few seconds as he rage subsides.
“That’s the second time that I bleed in your sacred grove “ he says to the Lady and the Lord “ I hope that you don’t mind this time. It’s good to hear you speaking with more sense Mylady “ he says with a nod towards her “ I think you should rest Mylord “ he says to the Lord “ But it seems that you still need help with that contamination we also found in the water. We thought that it was causing your weird behaviour “ he points to the Lady “ but if you say that it had started before that ugly and nasty... things... came here and start all this mess, perhaps we must help you clean it, or are you going to turn away our help again Mylady?” He is smiling when saying that, obviously trying to ease the previous tension. “Could be that dragon we spoke about?”
"Anything I can do to help My Lady? As a druid, it pains me to see such corruption at the heart of the forest. I also know arts of healing and herbalism, perhaps I could help the illness."
"Thanks for bringing the flying snakes, Gridolpho. What a brilliant plan, Gridolpho. Turned the tide of battle it did, Gridolpho. Saved our hides ya did, Gridolpho."
Muttering under his breath, Gridolpho retrieves the three reagent pots from his Bag of Holding and begins to idly juggle them as he looks for a place to set them down where they won't be damaged by the water.
**The nest is empty and unguarded right now. No one's gonna miss a few shells, right?**
”Are you going to add “winged serpent tamer” to your list of titles now? You are the luckiest fool I know. That was brilliant, but you could had end in the belly of one of those you know? I can assure you that, sometime, you look like a tasty snack...”
The thief places the reagent pots on a small rock outcropping, turns, and gives a small bow to Kyrthas.
"Well, Grumbles, we're cold. We're wet. We're wounded. And I'm feckin' starving. What say we see if'n tha Cap'n will grant us a change of venue so's we can at least change outta our wet skivvies?"
"Lookin' a gift cottle in the mouth, eh? Not alla us can summon beasties outta thin air or suddenly decide to be a bar, ya know. Summa us gotta do things on pure talent!"
"Where did they come from? Well, when a mommy cottle and a daddy cottle love each other very much, they lay a buncha glittery eggs and hatch a buncha other cottles and they live in a nice little nest underground until a devilishly clever and astoundingly handsome and dashing rogue comes along and then they join the noble fight to save their druid friends."
"The asoundingly calm and devilishly intelligent druid greatly appreciates that being grabbed by pincers and wiggled in the air, beaten by water that came alive, and things trying to fry his mind inside out wasn't for nothing. It gave time to the dashing rogue to execute his daring plan.
By the way, you really should try turning into a bear. It's so much more satisfying when you need to scratch your back. And it's interesting to see all the Longlegs seem smaller."
The Verdant Lord waves Perrin into the pool. Through the three druids, the are able to summon a collective Heal that brings life back to the ancient lord's complexion. Though still weak, he is able to rise from the pool and stand on ground with the others. "Travellers, we cannot thank you enough for your aid. Some being was cunning enough to undermine my power over the land and these parasites found weakened prey. Please, if there is anything you need, do not hesitate to ask."
At the conversation of the "flying snakes" the Verdant Lady beckons on over, "The couatl are our allies and caretakers of the forest. We serve them as much as they do to us. The ones you see are ancient and we offer safe haven for their offspring to grow and continue the mission of their parents."
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Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Sohyme watches the healing occurs and takes assessment of what just happened. Dreading fighting a kin, she walks near a wall and sits steeling herself, but also listening intently to the others discussions.
"M'Lady? Ye gotta a lotta people watin' outside fer ye. I realize ye must be pretty tired, but it'd be better if'n ye made a Grand Entrance and let them know what was goin' on."
"And if'n a feast happened to break out when ye did, I wouldn't complain..."
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Crit 46
82 total damage. If it doesnt die I'll concentrate to keep the bolt on target
Gridolpho's rapier pierces the chuul's hard shell and causes a roar of pain.
The aboleth lashes once more at Kyrthas, trying to take down the massive foe before its imminent death: Legendary Action, 17 for 19
Chuul5 tries once more to fight against the couatl: 7 for 13, 9 for 10
In a frenzy, the aboleth strikes once more: Legendary 2, 20 for 19
Caelynn's blades slice deftly through Chuul5. (Need 1 more die for the crit dmg)
Another tail swip from the aboleth!: Legendary 3, 13 for 14
The aboleth tries to envelope Kyrthas with its toxic tentacles: 17 for 13, 22 for 14, 26 for 13
Perrin emerges in his great bear form while Sohyme single-handedly obliterates an injured Chuul(2).
Pausing here to summarize...so that's 62dmg against Kyrthas, and 8dmg against a couatl which is resistant anyway. Kyrthas, are you raging? ;)
Also need 3, DC 14 CON saves from Kyrthas against the Aboleth's disease.
Gridolpho22, LAIR20, Chuul5(11)19PRONE/RESTRAIN, Caelynn8, Aboleth1(12)16, Perrin15, Sohyme15, Couatls6(482)13, Vaike11, Verdant(45)11, Elemental(95)9, Kyrthas8, VLord (160)
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
( By my nath 69 HP halved ( yes I entered rage on the arrival to the vines in the entrance ;) 34 damage to Kyrthas. I’ts starting to hurt. XD but as a reaction he will use his racial trait to negate: 4 and on his turn the bonus action will be the second wind to recover: 11 HP logged
ST: 19 19 17
Attacks on the aboleth:
Attack: 27 Damage: 26
Attack: 15 Damage: 23 )
Screaming, raging, Kyrthas grabs one of the aboleth’s tentacle when it wraps aorund one of his arms and tries to cut it, then he cuts down the creature again in the middle of it’s head!!
PbP Character: A few ;)
OOC: Thanks to clever editing, the crit die is included in the first damage roll.
"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
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Couatls! They swarm the crippled and dying aboleth and its remaining chuul servant with fangs and carapace-shattering constrictions.
1 vs. Chuul5: 14 for 10
2 vs. Chuul5: 22 for 12
3 vs. Aboleth: 22 for 6
Gridolpho22, LAIR20, Caelynn8, Perrin15, Sohyme15, Couatls6(482)13, Vaike11, Verdant(45)11, Elemental(95)9, Kyrthas8, VLord (160)
Congratulations!
I'll have the follow-up posted later today
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
The brown bear looks around and finding no enemies to fight, sits on his backside with a tired growl and scratches his head with great satisfaction.
After a while, he shifts back to the humanoid form.
(You wouldn't believe how many times I kept this page open to start posting, got distracted by half my shift, and came back hours later to be reminded that I hadn't made any progress.)
As the last aboleth dissolves into a cloudy pool of mucous and the final chuul is torn apart by a swarm of couatl, the Verdant Lady manages to catch the Verdant Lord and support his frail treading in the pool. Despite the burst of power he displayed, it seems that there is little keeping the Lord from dissolving like his watery captors.
"Thank you. I don't know how, but those...things had dug themselves deep until sensibility had been numbed nearly to madness." The Verdant Lady seems to have regained much of her composure, but a haze still lingered as she struggled to recollect the past months.
With great effort, the Verdant Lord managed to speak, his voice weary from fatigue, "I called them, the blame for folley is on me." A moment of shock overcame his Lady before he continued, "The couatl spoke of an impending evil. I could feel it seeping into the land, and it's corruption was so subtle that it slowly robbed me of my power until I succumbed to sickness. Water is a purifying medium, so I sought aid from auch spirits as I could reach. What answered was a known malevolence, but it could aid me if I kept them in check. I hadn't realized just how much of my power had waned until I became their slave and puppet."
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Kyrthas breathes heavily for a few seconds as he rage subsides.
“That’s the second time that I bleed in your sacred grove “ he says to the Lady and the Lord “ I hope that you don’t mind this time. It’s good to hear you speaking with more sense Mylady “ he says with a nod towards her “ I think you should rest Mylord “ he says to the Lord “ But it seems that you still need help with that contamination we also found in the water. We thought that it was causing your weird behaviour “ he points to the Lady “ but if you say that it had started before that ugly and nasty... things... came here and start all this mess, perhaps we must help you clean it, or are you going to turn away our help again Mylady?” He is smiling when saying that, obviously trying to ease the previous tension. “Could be that dragon we spoke about?”
PbP Character: A few ;)
Perrin approaches.
"Anything I can do to help My Lady? As a druid, it pains me to see such corruption at the heart of the forest. I also know arts of healing and herbalism, perhaps I could help the illness."
"Thanks for bringing the flying snakes, Gridolpho. What a brilliant plan, Gridolpho. Turned the tide of battle it did, Gridolpho. Saved our hides ya did, Gridolpho."
Muttering under his breath, Gridolpho retrieves the three reagent pots from his Bag of Holding and begins to idly juggle them as he looks for a place to set them down where they won't be damaged by the water.
**The nest is empty and unguarded right now. No one's gonna miss a few shells, right?**
DCI: 3319125026
Kirthas taps Gridolpho’s shoulder.
”Are you going to add “winged serpent tamer” to your list of titles now? You are the luckiest fool I know. That was brilliant, but you could had end in the belly of one of those you know? I can assure you that, sometime, you look like a tasty snack...”
PbP Character: A few ;)
"They woulda hadta feckin' catch me first!"
The thief places the reagent pots on a small rock outcropping, turns, and gives a small bow to Kyrthas.
"Well, Grumbles, we're cold. We're wet. We're wounded. And I'm feckin' starving. What say we see if'n tha Cap'n will grant us a change of venue so's we can at least change outta our wet skivvies?"
DCI: 3319125026
“I agree with you Serpent Tamer!”
PbP Character: A few ;)
"So where did those snakes come from, Grido? I am really confused"
"Lookin' a gift cottle in the mouth, eh? Not alla us can summon beasties outta thin air or suddenly decide to be a bar, ya know. Summa us gotta do things on pure talent!"
"Where did they come from? Well, when a mommy cottle and a daddy cottle love each other very much, they lay a buncha glittery eggs and hatch a buncha other cottles and they live in a nice little nest underground until a devilishly clever and astoundingly handsome and dashing rogue comes along and then they join the noble fight to save their druid friends."
DCI: 3319125026
"The asoundingly calm and devilishly intelligent druid greatly appreciates that being grabbed by pincers and wiggled in the air, beaten by water that came alive, and things trying to fry his mind inside out wasn't for nothing. It gave time to the dashing rogue to execute his daring plan.
By the way, you really should try turning into a bear. It's so much more satisfying when you need to scratch your back. And it's interesting to see all the Longlegs seem smaller."
"Well, I do admit that you did a great job stallin' so I could make such a dramatic entrance."
Gridolpho flashes Perrin a smile and a wink as he retrieves his daggers.
DCI: 3319125026
The Verdant Lord waves Perrin into the pool. Through the three druids, the are able to summon a collective Heal that brings life back to the ancient lord's complexion. Though still weak, he is able to rise from the pool and stand on ground with the others. "Travellers, we cannot thank you enough for your aid. Some being was cunning enough to undermine my power over the land and these parasites found weakened prey. Please, if there is anything you need, do not hesitate to ask."
At the conversation of the "flying snakes" the Verdant Lady beckons on over, "The couatl are our allies and caretakers of the forest. We serve them as much as they do to us. The ones you see are ancient and we offer safe haven for their offspring to grow and continue the mission of their parents."
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Sohyme watches the healing occurs and takes assessment of what just happened. Dreading fighting a kin, she walks near a wall and sits steeling herself, but also listening intently to the others discussions.
"M'Lady? Ye gotta a lotta people watin' outside fer ye. I realize ye must be pretty tired, but it'd be better if'n ye made a Grand Entrance and let them know what was goin' on."
"And if'n a feast happened to break out when ye did, I wouldn't complain..."
DCI: 3319125026