The hybrid creatures appear to be less aggressive, but still behaving like the animals of the masks they wore.
Some of the patrons who had not transformed notice their masks are now no longer sealed to their skin. They rip them off and cast them to the ground.
A group of ten clerics from various clergy walk through the hole in the wall. 20 hybrids take notice and run towards the group. In one voice, layered with magic and vibrating the air, the clerics advance towards the group of hybrids hands extended "sleeeeep!!!" . The hybrids drop where they are, unconscious.
Another group approaches the prone hybrids and starts casting greater restoration. The animalistic features reverse and the masks can now be removed. You notice this ' one, two' approach occuring across the lodge; one team immobilise, and another starts healing and reversing the effects of the cursed masks.
There is 1 hybrid left, the bear hybrid. The party has 1 round left before clerics will reach you. The aim is not to kill the hybrid; but you notice Helewyn doesn't seem to be paying much heed to this and is attacking a similar bear hybrid with full strength.
Now that Akro is down, Zensiro will move to assist Hurren in taking down the hybrid, attempting to redeem himself as well. Given that they aren't attempting to kill the afflicted guest, he will only fire his longbow from his current station.
The bear roars as the party gangs up on him; Zensiro's arrow sinks in deep, Flint's Maul clubs the bear squarely in the chest, one of Skrach's snakes latches to the bear hybrid's arm. Hurren's spear misses the mark, but his kick lands in a tender spot where Flint's Maul has already done damage, doubling the damage of the kick landed.
The bear hybrid lowers itself on all fours and backs away from you. Baern approaches you with Dexen. Dexen blasts the bear hybrid with Eldridge energy as Baern closes in to cast greater restoration. The bear recedes and a Goliath is left standing beaten, bruised, but otherwise unharmed. " I had the best dream; I was a bear, fighting for the protection of my clan against invaders.... Where am I ? Wasn't I at a party ?" The Goliath exclaims.
The battle over, 12 death clergy enter the lodge solemnly . They split up and attend to the dead and near dying, making them comfortable and performing death rites as per Kelemvor's instruction.
The party is approached by clerics, who assist the party to remove their cursed masks. All animal features recede.
Bearn steps forward. "I'm glad you are all okay; it took some time to gather our force. You must have some questions? Are any of you hurt? Um, Skrach is it? Can you return those snakes, or is that charmed cloak a one way deal?"
The remaining two snakes move in against the bear.
Snake 1 attack: 20 Poison (DC11 for half): 12
Snake 2 attack: 12 Poison (DC11 for half): 9
Skrach will say “Anyone need a Berry now?” Holding out his remaining goodberries.
As the party finished off the last hybrid, Skrach feeling magically drained and not overly useful in combat will make his way over to the locked door.
”Miss Zula, it’s all sorted out here not Miss, you can come out, we are just finishing them off”
(Ah how rude of me I didn't address this)
"Are they all gone little fox?" Zula says as she opens the door. Seeing you all bloody, she pulls you into a hug and starts sobbing " I..was..aaugh..so...scared!" In the heat of emotion she pulls away briefly, saying "thank you for coming back for me..." And she embraces your lips, passionately; tears mingle with the subtle notes of strawberry, black and red berries you taste on her full lips. Careless whispers starts mysteriously playing somewhere...who has a saxophone, were saxophones even invented yet...?
The battle won, Zensiro walks back to where Akro lay, partly consumed by the now massive snake. Still stung from Akro's taunts and his own lack of accuracy, Zensiro makes a final address to Akro, "Dendrophile, eh? Impressive vocabulary, but hardly an insult, fiend. In any case, this is still a far better fate than you deserve. Oh, and thanks for the sword. I'll make sure to put it to good use in taking down more of your kind should you threaten Haven again."
He then walks away to consult with Baern and distribute the four remaining goodberries to those in need. "Thanks for rallying the clergy to our aid, Baern. You were able to save many lives tonight, including mine", he says, as he clasps his hand. "Let us know what we can do to help get this mess cleaned up."
Zensiro seeks out his comrades to congratulate them on their victory, thankful to have survived and to have been able to help. From above, he can hear the haunting strains of George Michael's sultry voice and thinks to himself, "No Akro, you're never going to dance again. Guilty feet have got no rhythm. Or in your case, your feet have been dissolved in the digestive acid of a giant snake."
While seeking out the party, Zensiro also thinks to look for Harissa, as he would like to find out more about the faction to which she belongs.
Flint removes his mask and gingerly touches his face “Aw, I was hoping to keep the tusks.”He turns to Baern. “Thank you for your help. Did someone manage to grab the Tabaxi handmaiden? We shouldn’t let her escape before we know her role in all of this.”
Flint removes his mask and gingerly touches his face “Aw, I was hoping to keep the tusks.”He turns to Baern. “Thank you for your help. Did someone manage to grab the Tabaxi handmaiden? We shouldn’t let her escape before we know her role in all of this.”
" Everyone be on the lookout for a Tabaxi woman!" Baern calls to the clerics and guards.
Modesty approaches the group " you've done this town a great service; you should not have been tasked with this by Lt Val; did he speak about compensation?"
To flint specifically Modesty says " I liked the way you handled that bear hybrid. I hope to see you at the pits in the future; maybe we can spar?"
The battle won, Zensiro walks back to where Akro lay, partly consumed by the now massive snake. Still stung from Akro's taunts and his own lack of accuracy, Zensiro makes a final address to Akro, "Dendrophile, eh? Impressive vocabulary, but hardly an insult, fiend. In any case, this is still a far better fate than you deserve. Oh, and thanks for the sword. I'll make sure to put it to good use in taking down more of your kind should you threaten Haven again."
He then walks away to consult with Baern and distribute the four remaining goodberries to those in need. "Thanks for rallying the clergy to our aid, Baern. You were able to save many lives tonight, including mine", he says, as he clasps his hand. "Let us know what we can do to help get this mess cleaned up."
Zensiro seeks out his comrades to congratulate them on their victory, thankful to have survived and to have been able to help. From above, he can hear the haunting strains of George Michael's sultry voice and thinks to himself, "No Akro, you're never going to dance again. Guilty feet have got no rhythm. Or in your case, your feet have been dissolved in the digestive acid of a giant snake."
While seeking out the party, Zensiro also thinks to look for Harissa, as he would like to find out more about the faction to which she belongs.
You find Harissa speaking to a group of clerics. Looking up she notices you, politely exits her current conversation and approaches you.
"Zensiro was it? I needed to speak to you. I wanted to thank you for what you and your companions did today. Akro's body may be dead, but his spirit is sadly eternal; he will have returned to his master in Hell to grovel and re-build his strength. I feel like I owe you an explanation, please, ask me what you need to know and I will answer what I can. "
Skrach will return the kiss, hungrily but in somewhat inexperienced fashion (this is his first one, there is a bit of biting). When he pulls away he says somewhat sheepishly “So are you like my girlfriend now? Not really sure how this works Miss”
As an after thought, cheeks glowing, he dismisses the summoned snakes, slumping the part dissolved body of Akro onto the ground, whisps of putrid gas from digestive reactions wafting into the air.
Modesty approaches the group " you've done this town a great service; you should not have been tasked with this by Lt Val; did he speak about compensation?"
To flint specifically Modesty says " I liked the way you handled that bear hybrid. I hope to see you at the pits in the future; maybe we can spar?"
Malichi overhears Modesty "I have no idea who I'd bet on with that matchup!" he says grinning then perks up when she mentions compensation "The Lieutenant was pretty a lot of what was going to go on tonight. I think we need to talk about that compensation"
Hurren barely suppresses a smile as he watches the interaction between Skrach and his new paramour. He also follows the actions of the temple clerics with great interest, taking mental notes and slightly moving his lips and fingers as if attempting to memorize the gestures and incantations they use to heal, dispel, restore and mend the wounded and cursed.
While seeking out the party, Zensiro also thinks to look for Harissa, as he would like to find out more about the faction to which she belongs.
You find Harissa speaking to a group of clerics. Looking up she notices you, politely exits her current conversation and approaches you.
"Zensiro was it? I needed to speak to you. I wanted to thank you for what you and your companions did today. Akro's body may be dead, but his spirit is sadly eternal; he will have returned to his master in Hell to grovel and re-build his strength. I feel like I owe you an explanation, please, ask me what you need to know and I will answer what I can. "
Zensiro also discreetly slips his mask into his cloak and watches as the feathers fall from his arms. He picks the largest one up and places it in his pouch. Recently, he has become a collector of memories. Not the best habit for a wandering elf, but having left so much behind in Gwynneth, Zensiro feels a compulsion to carry some permanent representation of his adventures to reflect upon.
"Harissa, thank you for your assistance here, we surely would not have carried the day without it. I know that what you say of Akro is true, I only hope that it is at least a human's lifetime before he is able to regain his freedom from Hell. You said earlier that you were sent by your faction to investigate this, are you free to discuss that further? Where I come from, Faerun, there are a number of groups working to preserve nature and the balance of good against the malevolent forces that pervade the world. My people had occasion to work with the Emerald Enclave and the Harpers, are you one of their agents?"
The Cambion who named himself Akro is older than you or I; once upon some time ago he went by Prospero, and before that, who knows. The Aureum is group dedicated to fighting against the growing agenda of hell on other realms; we used to have multiple Deva amongst our ranks (typical angels versus demons), the end goal was to chase Akro to his home plane and kill him in both Spirit and body. We had thought we were successful in this until we received reports of Akro's MO once again. I was sent as an advance scout to investigate if Akro had in deed succeeded in returning to the material plane.
(Round 7 DM)
The bear hybrid takes the hit.
The hybrid creatures appear to be less aggressive, but still behaving like the animals of the masks they wore.
Some of the patrons who had not transformed notice their masks are now no longer sealed to their skin. They rip them off and cast them to the ground.
A group of ten clerics from various clergy walk through the hole in the wall. 20 hybrids take notice and run towards the group. In one voice, layered with magic and vibrating the air, the clerics advance towards the group of hybrids hands extended "sleeeeep!!!" . The hybrids drop where they are, unconscious.
Another group approaches the prone hybrids and starts casting greater restoration. The animalistic features reverse and the masks can now be removed. You notice this ' one, two' approach occuring across the lodge; one team immobilise, and another starts healing and reversing the effects of the cursed masks.
There is 1 hybrid left, the bear hybrid. The party has 1 round left before clerics will reach you. The aim is not to kill the hybrid; but you notice Helewyn doesn't seem to be paying much heed to this and is attacking a similar bear hybrid with full strength.
Round 8, final round!
Hurren makes one final attempt to redeem himself in combat. He strikes the hybrid with the butt of his spear followed by a spin kick to the head.
Spear attack (two handed): Attack: 8 Damage: 10
(Bonus Action) Kick attack: Attack: 24 Damage: 7
( I gotta get new dice!)
(Round 8)
Now that Akro is down, Zensiro will move to assist Hurren in taking down the hybrid, attempting to redeem himself as well. Given that they aren't attempting to kill the afflicted guest, he will only fire his longbow from his current station.
Longbow - attack: 19, damage: 5
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The remaining two snakes move in against the bear.
Snake 1 attack: 18
Poison (DC11 for half): 13
Snake 2 attack: 16
Poison (DC11 for half): 8
Skrach will say “Anyone need a Berry now?” Holding out his remaining goodberries.
As the party finished off the last hybrid, Skrach feeling magically drained and not overly useful in combat will make his way over to the locked door.
”Miss Zula, it’s all sorted out here not Miss, you can come out, we are just finishing them off”
Skrach / Miner
Flint raises his maul against the bear hybrid "Easy fellow, we don't want to hurt you", but as the bear continues his attack, Flint swings his maul.
Attack: 24 Damage: 14
(Round 8)
The bear roars as the party gangs up on him; Zensiro's arrow sinks in deep, Flint's Maul clubs the bear squarely in the chest, one of Skrach's snakes latches to the bear hybrid's arm. Hurren's spear misses the mark, but his kick lands in a tender spot where Flint's Maul has already done damage, doubling the damage of the kick landed.
The bear hybrid lowers itself on all fours and backs away from you. Baern approaches you with Dexen. Dexen blasts the bear hybrid with Eldridge energy as Baern closes in to cast greater restoration. The bear recedes and a Goliath is left standing beaten, bruised, but otherwise unharmed. " I had the best dream; I was a bear, fighting for the protection of my clan against invaders.... Where am I ? Wasn't I at a party ?" The Goliath exclaims.
The battle over, 12 death clergy enter the lodge solemnly . They split up and attend to the dead and near dying, making them comfortable and performing death rites as per Kelemvor's instruction.
The party is approached by clerics, who assist the party to remove their cursed masks. All animal features recede.
Bearn steps forward. "I'm glad you are all okay; it took some time to gather our force. You must have some questions? Are any of you hurt? Um, Skrach is it? Can you return those snakes, or is that charmed cloak a one way deal?"
(Ah how rude of me I didn't address this)
"Are they all gone little fox?" Zula says as she opens the door. Seeing you all bloody, she pulls you into a hug and starts sobbing " I..was..aaugh..so...scared!" In the heat of emotion she pulls away briefly, saying "thank you for coming back for me..." And she embraces your lips, passionately; tears mingle with the subtle notes of strawberry, black and red berries you taste on her full lips. Careless whispers starts mysteriously playing somewhere...who has a saxophone, were saxophones even invented yet...?
How would you like to react?
(With gagging noises? Oh, you probably meant Skrach...)
The battle won, Zensiro walks back to where Akro lay, partly consumed by the now massive snake. Still stung from Akro's taunts and his own lack of accuracy, Zensiro makes a final address to Akro, "Dendrophile, eh? Impressive vocabulary, but hardly an insult, fiend. In any case, this is still a far better fate than you deserve. Oh, and thanks for the sword. I'll make sure to put it to good use in taking down more of your kind should you threaten Haven again."
He then walks away to consult with Baern and distribute the four remaining goodberries to those in need. "Thanks for rallying the clergy to our aid, Baern. You were able to save many lives tonight, including mine", he says, as he clasps his hand. "Let us know what we can do to help get this mess cleaned up."
Zensiro seeks out his comrades to congratulate them on their victory, thankful to have survived and to have been able to help. From above, he can hear the haunting strains of George Michael's sultry voice and thinks to himself, "No Akro, you're never going to dance again. Guilty feet have got no rhythm. Or in your case, your feet have been dissolved in the digestive acid of a giant snake."
While seeking out the party, Zensiro also thinks to look for Harissa, as he would like to find out more about the faction to which she belongs.
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Flint removes his mask and gingerly touches his face “Aw, I was hoping to keep the tusks.” He turns to Baern. “Thank you for your help. Did someone manage to grab the Tabaxi handmaiden? We shouldn’t let her escape before we know her role in all of this.”
Hahahaha, hey everyone has a type, even green and warty :'-).
" Everyone be on the lookout for a Tabaxi woman!" Baern calls to the clerics and guards.
Modesty approaches the group " you've done this town a great service; you should not have been tasked with this by Lt Val; did he speak about compensation?"
To flint specifically Modesty says " I liked the way you handled that bear hybrid. I hope to see you at the pits in the future; maybe we can spar?"
You find Harissa speaking to a group of clerics. Looking up she notices you, politely exits her current conversation and approaches you.
"Zensiro was it? I needed to speak to you. I wanted to thank you for what you and your companions did today. Akro's body may be dead, but his spirit is sadly eternal; he will have returned to his master in Hell to grovel and re-build his strength. I feel like I owe you an explanation, please, ask me what you need to know and I will answer what I can. "
Skrach will return the kiss, hungrily but in somewhat inexperienced fashion (this is his first one, there is a bit of biting). When he pulls away he says somewhat sheepishly “So are you like my girlfriend now? Not really sure how this works Miss”
Skrach / Miner
As an after thought, cheeks glowing, he dismisses the summoned snakes, slumping the part dissolved body of Akro onto the ground, whisps of putrid gas from digestive reactions wafting into the air.
Skrach / Miner
Malichi briefly considers handing his mask over to the clerics, but decides to leave it hidden under his cloak.
Malichi overhears Modesty "I have no idea who I'd bet on with that matchup!" he says grinning then perks up when she mentions compensation "The Lieutenant was pretty a lot of what was going to go on tonight. I think we need to talk about that compensation"
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Hurren barely suppresses a smile as he watches the interaction between Skrach and his new paramour. He also follows the actions of the temple clerics with great interest, taking mental notes and slightly moving his lips and fingers as if attempting to memorize the gestures and incantations they use to heal, dispel, restore and mend the wounded and cursed.
Zensiro also discreetly slips his mask into his cloak and watches as the feathers fall from his arms. He picks the largest one up and places it in his pouch. Recently, he has become a collector of memories. Not the best habit for a wandering elf, but having left so much behind in Gwynneth, Zensiro feels a compulsion to carry some permanent representation of his adventures to reflect upon.
"Harissa, thank you for your assistance here, we surely would not have carried the day without it. I know that what you say of Akro is true, I only hope that it is at least a human's lifetime before he is able to regain his freedom from Hell. You said earlier that you were sent by your faction to investigate this, are you free to discuss that further? Where I come from, Faerun, there are a number of groups working to preserve nature and the balance of good against the malevolent forces that pervade the world. My people had occasion to work with the Emerald Enclave and the Harpers, are you one of their agents?"
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The Cambion who named himself Akro is older than you or I; once upon some time ago he went by Prospero, and before that, who knows. The Aureum is group dedicated to fighting against the growing agenda of hell on other realms; we used to have multiple Deva amongst our ranks (typical angels versus demons), the end goal was to chase Akro to his home plane and kill him in both Spirit and body. We had thought we were successful in this until we received reports of Akro's MO once again. I was sent as an advance scout to investigate if Akro had in deed succeeded in returning to the material plane.
"The Lieutenant was pretty vague about a lot of what was going to go on tonight. I think we . . ."
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