Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story

Droop looks confused as well, listening to the awful squeals.  "Pig?  Ooooh.  Droop know great recipe for pig.  The secret is to cook it," she whispers conspiratorially.

T'laren's echo-arrow seems to land a direct hit into the Wereboar's shoulder.  Droknin, meanwhile, transforms into a circus-goer's nightmare.  He ably leaps down the 10' drop and confronts the lycanthrope.  His spiked tails swinging behind him, he slashes the beastman across the chest with his weapon.

The Wereboar laughs in a snort-snort-snort fashion.  "Wut?  Was dat s'posed to tickle?"  T'laren and Droknin watch as the arrow falls back out harmlessly and the cut across the chest doesn't even leave a mark.

Keashirryl climbs the hill and sinks a crossbow bolt... or seems to, before it too bounces off the hide of the monster.

"(Snort) My turn!"  The Wereboar steps into Droknin, first trying to rake him with his long tusks.

 Attack: 17 Slashing Damage: 11   On a hit, make a DC 12 CON save.

Then it cocks its fists back and take two powerful swings at the Leonin barbarian.

Attack: 9 Damage: 4

Attack: 22 Damage: 4

ROUND TWO

1. T'laren/Garrin/Droop
2. Droknin
3. Keashirryl
4. Wereboar

The Wereboar, perhaps distracted by Droknin's tail, misses disastrously with his gore attack and face plants in the dirt.  He never gets off the punches and is lying prone.  He lets out a squeal and some muffles curses with his face in the dirt.

Garrin starts walking towards the commotion with Droop in tow, if possible

Other T'laren starts moving towards him as T'laren curses his arrow not leaving a mark, and Droknin's slashing tail similarly having no effect. 

Could it work? Maybe?

He drops his bow and scrambles down the escarpment (Acrobatics if needed: 18), before drawing the longsword that might be more than just a longsword, and slashing weakly at the downed boar-man, the weapon really too weighty for him to use efficiently.

Attack: 9 Damage: 2

He hacks again, before having a moment of panic... what is he even doing down here, swinging this heavy thing?!

Attack: 10 Damage: 3

His hands open up, the blade dropping from his fingers, as his perspective shifts to back up on the ridge. 

((Well, a whole lot of nothing even with advantage, but the sword's there if Drok want's to give it a try. Action surge to attack a second time, bonus action to swap with echo.))

The others would have seen T'laren join Droknin in attempting to attack the downed boar, while a second T'laren moved over to where he'd dropped the bow at the top of the ridge, before they both shimmer/jitter a bit after the T'laren in the hollow dropped the blade.

(Is Droknin allowed to walk over, and grab the sword from T'laren?)

[DM:  T'laren had his Echo appear next to Droknin, attack, and then drop the sword.  So Droknin just needs to pick it up, it is adjacent to him.]

[DM Cont.:  I need to read up on Echo Knight.]

T'laren wields the allegedly magical sword, Talon, against the lycanthrope.  Perhaps it has been too long since he set down his bow for a longsword, as the squirming and struggling Wereboar somehow evades his strikes, even lying on the ground.  He turns the weapon over to the Leonin... perhaps the barbarian can unlock its power?

Droop ambles along next to Garrin, rubbing her hands together in anticipation of a delicious pig roast.

((It was T'laren Prime that attacked and dropped the sword, then traded spots with the T'laren Echo, that was up on the ridge. So now Prime is back on the ridge, and Echo is near Drok and the sword. The Echo can't attack itself, it's Prime attacking as if he were in the Echo's position. I was flavoring this as him blinking back and forth. But the arrow came from his quiver, and he's the one who attacked when he shot from the side.))

(Sorry, I missed the last part. I am taking Droknin still have advantage attacking the wereboar right?)

[DM: Yes.  It is still prone.]

Droknin was pretty sure that he delivered a solid slash with one of Mlinzi's end, but it seems that some kind of unnatural magic was aiding this ugly creature. It takes a fraction of a second, but he realizes that normal weapon may not work on this "thing". Then he sees T'laren, or something that looked like the Elf, drop the magic sword next to him. Seen this "human" weapon, brings him back to the time he spend traveling with a soldier from Akros, and that they learned to use each other's weapon. With a sigh, he tosses Mlinzi aside, takes the weapon, and holds the hilt with both paws, like he had done so many moons ago. "Evil 'round every corner. Careful not to step in any."

Talon Attack: 24 Damage: 14

((T'laren looks solid, his Echo looks like a "translucent gray image" of him. They had trimmed that language out of the shortened version on his sheet, so I wasn't clear on that when I posted before. So Drok would have seen Real T'laren come down the slope and slash twice at the boar, drop the sword then shudder as they swapped places.))

Seeing T'laren blink back and forth, Keashirryl rubs her eyes. The creature on the ground seemed unaffected so far, which could have been her poor aim, but seeing her two companions change their weapons leads her to think otherwise.

She lets the clumsy weapon fall to the ground, puts one hand on the symbol hanging from her neck and thrusts a hand shimmering with energy in the creature's direction, casting guiding bolt  . If needed to make sure she doesn't hit Droknin instead, she moves to the left.

Attack: 19  Damage: 14  

[If it hits, the next attack has advantage even if the creature is no longer prone by that time.] 

"SQUEEEE!  It burns!" howls the Wereboar, as both Talon and the Guiding Bolt tear into it.  "I'm gonna take dat sword and shove it up your (snort)!"

It lifts itself up from the prone position, glittering still with the effects of Keashirryl's spell, and again attacks Droknin.

Tusks:  Attack: 22 Damage: 13  On a hit, make a DC 12 CON save.

Fist:  Attack: 12 Damage: 5

Fist:  Attack: 22 Damage: 7

Droknin CON save: 18

(Reaction. Tail AC increase: 1)

T'laren picks up his bow and fits an arrow to it, sighting down the shaft as he moves a bit to the side. While he knows that the creature doesn't seem to be affected by his weapon, perhaps he can at least distract it.

"Garrin! Get up here! NOW!"

He'll hold the arrow drawn, and will attempt to shoot to throw off the creature's attack on Droknin. Even if it can't hurt it, an arrow up a nostril or in the mouth or eye ought to be jarring!

((Hold Action to shoot as the wereboar is about to attack, perhaps to put it at disadvantage on it's first attack??))

Garrin starts that way, double-time! 

Not sure where that puts me for the ledge.

Droknin manages to deflect one of the boar's clumsy punches with his tail, taking only minor damage due to his rage.

Garrin races toward the top of the hill, with a confused Droop following along behind.

1. T'laren/Garrin/Droop 
2. Droknin
3. Keashirryl
4. Wereboar