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Seeing the leader knocked low and then gripped by Melchor's spell, Randall raises his shortsword.
Such madness. Just weeks ago he was managing a simple blacksmiths shop. And then these lunatics started raising their hell throughout the Dessarin Valley.
Zombies and cultists in Red Larch
Kidnapping and enslaving peace delegates
Doing gods-alone-know-what with giant buzzards
And these particular degenerates, overcharging us for boat transport...
Admittedly that last bit takes some of the steam out of Randall's righteous fury. But they are the foe before him now. The others will have to wait to face his wrath.
Attack: 21 Damage: 6 (any hit is a crit due to paralysis so here is an extra d6 1, ignore of the original attack roll was a natural crit)
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And again he raises his shortsword and plunges it into the leader of the cultists.
Attack: 22 Damage: 10 (any hit is a crit due to paralysis so here is an extra d6 3, ignore of the original attack roll was a natural crit)
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
As he bashes the leader to the ground and then sees him held magically, then stabbed by Randall, Olaerys roars and shouts in his ear “That’ll teach you! You will not harm anyone else, now .. or ever!” He holds his battle axe up and roars at the others, seeing red and adrenaline surging.
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The ray of frost shoots by Olaerys as he ducks behind his shield. When he sees the leader turn to run, he swings his battle axe at him, hoping to bring him down.
Battle axe : Attack: 19 Damage: 8
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Frustrated to see the leader escaping, Randall thrusts again with his short sword.
Attack: 8 Damage: 10
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
The leader dodges Randall's blow but takes a solid hit from Olaerys. It looks like he's about to get away but Ankita's blow caves his knee in and he falls to the ground 10 feet away, unable to put weight on it.
Shrek casually walks over to the leader, and with bloody ichor dripping off his claw (along with assorted unidentifiable human remains….) he clicks his claw above the leaders head a few times, attempting to scare the piss outta him.
”Go ahead and try ‘ta run, bub. Shrek will be gentle when I’s snip your head off, jus’ like your friends.”
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Randall growls at the remaining fighters. "Flee or face the wrath of that half-giant, half-crab monster. He is just getting warmed up, and the rest of us haven't even broken a sweat."
Intimidation: 10
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
Olaerys gets the same idea as Randall, turning to others as their combined blows bring down their leader. Using help from Randall and the grisly, bloody clawed Goliath who has clearly gone postal, Olaerys shouts out “Stop where you are and drop your weapons you scheming, robbing sons of *****es! Give up now or we will cut your heads off and throw them in the river! Drop them and lie down on the ground, now!” He hefts his battle axe in a threatening manner, ready to chop whoever does not comply.
Intimidation : 14
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Ankita remains where she is, spinning her quarterstaff up and over her head as the boys in her party attempt to intimidate the remaining cultists. She is really hoping they can get some information from these fools instead of more killing, but she'll do what needs to be done.
The crab shield wielder drops his arms. "Who attacked who's camp in the middle of the night?"
The leader, clearly in pain, looks defiantly at Olaerys, then fearfully at Shrek. "I told Jolly he was underestimating you. Should never have let you leave the Keep alive. Cursed fool, his affliction blinds his brain. It's too late though, we're everywhere. Shatterkeel will finish his work, and thus land shall be remade in the image of the Crushing Wave. "
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Olaerys sits on the leader, ignoring his grunts and sounds of pain. He says to Randall, “Perhaps we should tie that one up.” He looks at the guard who dropped his crab shield. “Sit your ass down on the ground and put your hands behind you.” He looks back at the leader, adjusting himself to be more comfy.
“Shatterkeel, eh?” He looks over at Shrek with his “crabby hand”. “Does he have hands that snip off heads too? Never mind, I want to hear more about Jolly. What is his particular affliction, hmm? Tell me the truth, or we will finish the job and I will bring you back, repeating the process until you wish you were dead. The long arm of justice has finally reached you. Tonight.”
Religion check to know about Shatterkeel : 14
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As the others start to question the cultists, Ankita takes a seat and rests against a tree. She's not too bad, but she's bloodied, and if they are taking a break from the fight, she'll let them do the talking. Just feels good to enjoy the forest for a moment.
Olaerys sits on the leader, ignoring his grunts and sounds of pain. He says to Randall, “Perhaps we should tie that one up.” He looks at the guard who dropped his crab shield. “Sit your ass down on the ground and put your hands behind you.” He looks back at the leader, adjusting himself to be more comfy.
“Shatterkeel, eh?” He looks over at Shrek with his “crabby hand”. “Does he have hands that snip off heads too? Never mind, I want to hear more about Jolly. What is his particular affliction, hmm? Tell me the truth, or we will finish the job and I will bring you back, repeating the process until you wish you were dead. The long arm of justice has finally reached you. Tonight.”
Religion check to know about Shatterkeel : 10
You have not heard of Shatterkeel or the Crushing Wave before.
The leader starts laughing maniacally. "His affliction? ", he pauses to look pointedly at the 3/4 moon, "Why dont you visit the Keep in about 3 nights and see for yourself". Then, looking at Shrek: "If only you knew....", laughing some more, "You think THAT is intimidating?" He says motioning to Shreks claw. "I met him once and that was enough. You wanto try and play Snip-Snip with him? Good luck. You are algae compared to him. And he is but the Prophet of the True power, our Princess of the unfathomable depths."
The crab shield holder appears to have soiled himself. He speaks up, clearly afraid. "Let me walk from here and I will.show you how to get inside Shatterkeel's lair and you can avoid Jolly and his crew altogether. "
Olaerys stands with a quick movement and brings down his battle axe on the leader’s neck, decapitating him. “May Helm have mercy on your soul.” as he brings the axe down. He stands and looks at the crab shield holder, a grim look on his face, sweat and blood dripping from his face. “That is a deal. But if you run from us, we will kill you. And I want to hear from you that you will never join up with these cultists again, doing their evil works. Take up farming. Or pottery, or some such. But not this. Promise me, now.” He holds his axe at waist level and looks the ex-cultist dead in the eye.
Seeing the leader knocked low and then gripped by Melchor's spell, Randall raises his shortsword.
Such madness. Just weeks ago he was managing a simple blacksmiths shop. And then these lunatics started raising their hell throughout the Dessarin Valley.
Zombies and cultists in Red Larch
Kidnapping and enslaving peace delegates
Doing gods-alone-know-what with giant buzzards
And these particular degenerates, overcharging us for boat transport...
Admittedly that last bit takes some of the steam out of Randall's righteous fury. But they are the foe before him now. The others will have to wait to face his wrath.
Attack: 21 Damage: 6 (any hit is a crit due to paralysis so here is an extra d6 1, ignore of the original attack roll was a natural crit)
ACTION SURGE
And again he raises his shortsword and plunges it into the leader of the cultists.
Attack: 22 Damage: 10 (any hit is a crit due to paralysis so here is an extra d6 3, ignore of the original attack roll was a natural crit)
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
As he bashes the leader to the ground and then sees him held magically, then stabbed by Randall, Olaerys roars and shouts in his ear “That’ll teach you! You will not harm anyone else, now .. or ever!” He holds his battle axe up and roars at the others, seeing red and adrenaline surging.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
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16
(That was against the hold spell, should have been end of his last turn)
The leader seems to regain his mobility and holds his palm up at Olareys, a ray of frost coming from it:
Attack: 16 Damage: 13. On a hit his movement reduces 10 feet
He then casts expeditious retreat and dashes 60 feet away (Olaerys, Ankita and Randall get attacks of opportunity)
The remaining warrior attacks Randall:
Attack: 13 Damage: 3
The ray of frost shoots by Olaerys as he ducks behind his shield. When he sees the leader turn to run, he swings his battle axe at him, hoping to bring him down.
Battle axe : Attack: 19 Damage: 8
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Frustrated to see the leader escaping, Randall thrusts again with his short sword.
Attack: 8 Damage: 10
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
"No!!" Ankita shouts out as the leader turns on his heal to escape her and her friends. She swings her club to take out his knees if possible.
Attack: 25 Damage: 7
The leader dodges Randall's blow but takes a solid hit from Olaerys. It looks like he's about to get away but Ankita's blow caves his knee in and he falls to the ground 10 feet away, unable to put weight on it.
Shrek casually walks over to the leader, and with bloody ichor dripping off his claw (along with assorted unidentifiable human remains….) he clicks his claw above the leaders head a few times, attempting to scare the piss outta him.
”Go ahead and try ‘ta run, bub. Shrek will be gentle when I’s snip your head off, jus’ like your friends.”
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Randall growls at the remaining fighters. "Flee or face the wrath of that half-giant, half-crab monster. He is just getting warmed up, and the rest of us haven't even broken a sweat."
Intimidation: 10
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
Olaerys gets the same idea as Randall, turning to others as their combined blows bring down their leader. Using help from Randall and the grisly, bloody clawed Goliath who has clearly gone postal, Olaerys shouts out “Stop where you are and drop your weapons you scheming, robbing sons of *****es! Give up now or we will cut your heads off and throw them in the river! Drop them and lie down on the ground, now!” He hefts his battle axe in a threatening manner, ready to chop whoever does not comply.
Intimidation : 14
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Ankita remains where she is, spinning her quarterstaff up and over her head as the boys in her party attempt to intimidate the remaining cultists. She is really hoping they can get some information from these fools instead of more killing, but she'll do what needs to be done.
The crab shield wielder drops his arms. "Who attacked who's camp in the middle of the night?"
The leader, clearly in pain, looks defiantly at Olaerys, then fearfully at Shrek. "I told Jolly he was underestimating you. Should never have let you leave the Keep alive. Cursed fool, his affliction blinds his brain. It's too late though, we're everywhere. Shatterkeel will finish his work, and thus land shall be remade in the image of the Crushing Wave. "
Shrek listens to the leader respond, but can't put two braincells together to make coherent sense of what he's saying.
"Shat-keel? Who dat? Sounds dumb, like Shrek."
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Olaerys sits on the leader, ignoring his grunts and sounds of pain. He says to Randall, “Perhaps we should tie that one up.” He looks at the guard who dropped his crab shield. “Sit your ass down on the ground and put your hands behind you.” He looks back at the leader, adjusting himself to be more comfy.
“Shatterkeel, eh?” He looks over at Shrek with his “crabby hand”. “Does he have hands that snip off heads too? Never mind, I want to hear more about Jolly. What is his particular affliction, hmm? Tell me the truth, or we will finish the job and I will bring you back, repeating the process until you wish you were dead. The long arm of justice has finally reached you. Tonight.”
Religion check to know about Shatterkeel : 14
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
As the others start to question the cultists, Ankita takes a seat and rests against a tree. She's not too bad, but she's bloodied, and if they are taking a break from the fight, she'll let them do the talking. Just feels good to enjoy the forest for a moment.
You have not heard of Shatterkeel or the Crushing Wave before.
The leader starts laughing maniacally. "His affliction? ", he pauses to look pointedly at the 3/4 moon, "Why dont you visit the Keep in about 3 nights and see for yourself". Then, looking at Shrek: "If only you knew....", laughing some more, "You think THAT is intimidating?" He says motioning to Shreks claw. "I met him once and that was enough. You wanto try and play Snip-Snip with him? Good luck. You are algae compared to him. And he is but the Prophet of the True power, our Princess of the unfathomable depths."
The crab shield holder appears to have soiled himself. He speaks up, clearly afraid. "Let me walk from here and I will.show you how to get inside Shatterkeel's lair and you can avoid Jolly and his crew altogether. "
Olaerys stands with a quick movement and brings down his battle axe on the leader’s neck, decapitating him. “May Helm have mercy on your soul.” as he brings the axe down. He stands and looks at the crab shield holder, a grim look on his face, sweat and blood dripping from his face. “That is a deal. But if you run from us, we will kill you. And I want to hear from you that you will never join up with these cultists again, doing their evil works. Take up farming. Or pottery, or some such. But not this. Promise me, now.” He holds his axe at waist level and looks the ex-cultist dead in the eye.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.