Whistler noticed Gear's actions, and smiled. "That warforged is alright," he thought to himself as he drew a dart, aimed, and flung it at the burly lizardfolk.
ACTION: Attack lizardfolk with dart, using Sharpshooter for -5 to attack, +10 to damage * Dart Throw - Attack: 16, Piercing Damage: 18 BONUS: Use Second Wind to recover 8 HP
Whistler noticed Gear's actions, and smiled. "That warforged is alright," he thought to himself as he drew a dart, aimed, and flung it at the burly lizardfolk.
ACTION: Attack lizardfolk with dart, using Sharpshooter for -5 to attack, +10 to damage * Dart Throw - Attack: 16, Piercing Damage: 18 BONUS: Use Second Wind to recover 8 HP
No MOVE or REACTION
Finished!
The burly lizardfolk was looking confident at Whistler's eyes, he was expecting daggers as before but Whistler barely flicked his fingers and next thing he knew he was laying on the ground. He was able to raise again but only for a couple of seconds before he fell a laid motionless on the ground. (Only Whistler knows where the dart ended up)
Noticing that his whole group had been slayed or incapacitated the lizardfolk turns to Azaka and clearly surrenders. He wasn't carrying any weapons but he does offer his neck while saying things she couldn't understand.
Azaka looks at the group and shrugs "This might seem unnecesary and I apologize in advance but these creatures hardly ever will let a grudge go. We better end this here and now".
It didn't seem like the lizardfolk could understand what Azaka was saying as he simply remained on his knees looking down. From your distance it was hard to see but he was breathing heavily and shaking a bit before Azaka used her small spear to pierce his hearth.
She pulls out the weapon and lay down the body on the ground.
"I suggest you do the same with the one over there" - Says as she gets closer to Whistler and the rest of you -
@Whistler/Gear since the enemy is sleeping you may kill it by taking an action. No need to roll for attack.
Whistler walked around the campsite, retrieving his blades now that the fight was over. He looked over at the sleeping lizardfolk, then thinking, walked over and woke up Aranea. "These folks don't seem ta' understand Common," he said to everyone in his group. "If any o' ya'll can speak they language, ya' might wanna get what ya' can from this one. But if we can't even communicate, I'll jus' give 'em a peaceful death in 'is sleep."
The fighter tilted his head as he looked at all the blood around the campsite. "Prob'ly mo' than 'e deserves, but o' well," he murmured to himself.
“Do they make good meal prep? I am to clear what are the acceptable practices as to the intake of nutrients for beings such as yourself… otherwise he should still be asleep for a r least another few seconds.”
The bounty hunter blinked in masked confusion for a couple of seconds, before it dawned on him. "What the?---NO! We ain't EATIN' this fella! When I said 'get watcha can,' I meant 'sfar as info or sumptin'!"
gear stands up and not understanding the distinction of meet and flesh, one apparently eaten and one not, goes to clean off his equipment.
when he is done cleaning his own stuff he goes to check the dead. “They won’t need anything on them anymore now, and the jungle itself needs nothing human made no?” Looking to azaka.
is there anyone who represents the jungle azaka?, who we can split the coin with? For me it is important to remember balance. If you take too much the world will take from you what you most care about. Giving is the oath o truly receiving. So I say we split all coin among the group, plus 1 portion for whatever is the good of that place, and here,” looking around at the trees and rocks, “jungle mama seems to be the judge and jury.”
(gear searches for loot and coin and other useful objects, weapons and armors, but he is less interesting in anything heavy)
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((I'm understanding that the sleeping one was killed as well ))
"Most of the things they use are made by themselves I personally don't care for anything they could be carrying... but go ahead and pick whatever you like. We can throw everything we don't want...and the bodies... to the river that way we don't have to worry about any friends of these guys tracking us"
You can find some rations of dried fish 6 Weapons used to attack The thing in a bag used to hit Aranea is the head of an Albino Dwarf. The youngest one was carrying a pouch with tarnished and rusted coins: Copper: 39 Silver: 13
“An albino dwarf head…. There can’t be many of these living in Chult eh? Didn’t we see a poster for a guide who was a Lyn albino dwarf?” Gear turning towards azaka with his inquiry.
“but if this is how they threat others. Five no problem whoever wants to finish off this last one, just make it quick.”
Whistler had finished... extinguishing the last lizardfolk just as Gear suggested it.
"'Right, then," he said as he cleaned his blades before grabbing one of the lizardfolk by the legs. "The rations we can keep, maybe as 'community rations?' And I don't mind splittin' the coin six ways, whatevah that extra portion's fo'." The warrior stopped himself from rolling his eyes; he was suddenly suspicious that his warforged companion had been spending too much time with druids. Leave it to one of them to want to throw coin to the jungle.
He continued talking as he dragged his lizardfolk toward the river. "But," he huffed, "if we get caught with that head, someone's like ta' think WE offed 'em. If I knew the family, I'd try to pay respects, but 'round here I dunno we'd have that luxury. I say ditch it as well."
Splashing just into the water, Whistler flung his baggage as far into the river as he could. "Then we need to finish restin'," he muttered as he walked back to grab another corpse.
“only keep the coin and fish, toss the rest unless azaka suggests otherwise. You should all sleep… I hope all this noise scared other away at the sound and smells of deaths and not call more encounters forth this night.”
Aranea wakes up groggily and looks in confusion at the others.
"What...what happened?" she asks, her voice still muffled by sleepiness. "Did we win?"
She stares around at the bodies of the lizardfolk in confusion and admiration. "Guess we did."
She is about to try to get to her feet but promptly falls back down when she tries. She groans, feeling aches all over and the cuts from the vines. "I think I better avoid fighting lizard folk for at least a little while," she advises the others.
“Have some rest dear, you did your part well. Sorry for catching you in that spell, but to be sure, the lizard we caught in it was close to you, and now is dealt with as well.”
gear helps Aranea find a comfy angle to rest and go back to bed, he stands guard statuesque over her till the morn.
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yes, thanks to Azaka you have free space to move around
Whistler noticed Gear's actions, and smiled. "That warforged is alright," he thought to himself as he drew a dart, aimed, and flung it at the burly lizardfolk.
Tooltips Post (2024 PHB updates) - incl. General Rules
>> New FOW threat & treasure tables: fow-advanced-threat-tables.pdf fow-advanced-treasure-table.pdf
The burly lizardfolk was looking confident at Whistler's eyes, he was expecting daggers as before but Whistler barely flicked his fingers and next thing he knew he was laying on the ground. He was able to raise again but only for a couple of seconds before he fell a laid motionless on the ground. (Only Whistler knows where the dart ended up)
20 - Slender Lizardfolk (Race identified by Azaka) holding a spear and a bag dripping something - 18 Dmg (Bloodied/Sleep)
18 - Gear
16 - Whistler
16 - Case
12 - Older Lizardfolk carrying multiple javelins which are dragged leaving a line as he walks.7 - Burly Lizardfolk holding two hand axes and wearing several on a belt and across his chest - 19 Dmg + 18 dmg = 377 - Aranea - 14 - 6 (from protective field): 8 dmg
6 -🐊
3 - Smaller Iguana-ish Lizardfolk holding a heavy club and a spiked shield3 - Hunched Lizardfolk carrying daggers and a torch
2 - AzakaWe'll skip Case's turn
Noticing that his whole group had been slayed or incapacitated the lizardfolk turns to Azaka and clearly surrenders. He wasn't carrying any weapons but he does offer his neck while saying things she couldn't understand.
Azaka looks at the group and shrugs "This might seem unnecesary and I apologize in advance but these creatures hardly ever will let a grudge go. We better end this here and now".
It didn't seem like the lizardfolk could understand what Azaka was saying as he simply remained on his knees looking down. From your distance it was hard to see but he was breathing heavily and shaking a bit before Azaka used her small spear to pierce his hearth.
She pulls out the weapon and lay down the body on the ground.
"I suggest you do the same with the one over there" - Says as she gets closer to Whistler and the rest of you -
@Whistler/Gear since the enemy is sleeping you may kill it by taking an action. No need to roll for attack.
(Wait, I thought I just took my turn?)
“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
(Gear would leave it for interrogation and look to azaka for insight)
“I am a vehicle of balance in the world, though I do not look down upon death… May Whistler and azaka do as they will with this thief.”
gear begins to tie its arms and artists with rope unless stopped by anyone in the party.
Maybe we all played our turns faster than you expected, because I'm sure we waited at least a couple of days
Whistler walked around the campsite, retrieving his blades now that the fight was over. He looked over at the sleeping lizardfolk, then thinking, walked over and woke up Aranea. "These folks don't seem ta' understand Common," he said to everyone in his group. "If any o' ya'll can speak they language, ya' might wanna get what ya' can from this one. But if we can't even communicate, I'll jus' give 'em a peaceful death in 'is sleep."
The fighter tilted his head as he looked at all the blood around the campsite. "Prob'ly mo' than 'e deserves, but o' well," he murmured to himself.
Tooltips Post (2024 PHB updates) - incl. General Rules
>> New FOW threat & treasure tables: fow-advanced-threat-tables.pdf fow-advanced-treasure-table.pdf
“Do they make good meal prep? I am to clear what are the acceptable practices as to the intake of nutrients for beings such as yourself… otherwise he should still be asleep for a r least another few seconds.”
The bounty hunter blinked in masked confusion for a couple of seconds, before it dawned on him. "What the?---NO! We ain't EATIN' this fella! When I said 'get watcha can,' I meant 'sfar as info or sumptin'!"
Tooltips Post (2024 PHB updates) - incl. General Rules
>> New FOW threat & treasure tables: fow-advanced-threat-tables.pdf fow-advanced-treasure-table.pdf
gear stands up and not understanding the distinction of meet and flesh, one apparently eaten and one not, goes to clean off his equipment.
when he is done cleaning his own stuff he goes to check the dead. “They won’t need anything on them anymore now, and the jungle itself needs nothing human made no?” Looking to azaka.
is there anyone who represents the jungle azaka?, who we can split the coin with? For me it is important to remember balance. If you take too much the world will take from you what you most care about. Giving is the oath o truly receiving. So I say we split all coin among the group, plus 1 portion for whatever is the good of that place, and here,” looking around at the trees and rocks, “jungle mama seems to be the judge and jury.”
(gear searches for loot and coin and other useful objects, weapons and armors, but he is less interesting in anything heavy)
((I'm understanding that the sleeping one was killed as well ))
"Most of the things they use are made by themselves I personally don't care for anything they could be carrying... but go ahead and pick whatever you like. We can throw everything we don't want...and the bodies... to the river that way we don't have to worry about any friends of these guys tracking us"
You can find some rations of dried fish 6
Weapons used to attack
The thing in a bag used to hit Aranea is the head of an Albino Dwarf.
The youngest one was carrying a pouch with tarnished and rusted coins:
Copper: 39
Silver: 13
XP: 300 for each one of you.
“An albino dwarf head…. There can’t be many of these living in Chult eh? Didn’t we see a poster for a guide who was a Lyn albino dwarf?” Gear turning towards azaka with his inquiry.
“but if this is how they threat others. Five no problem whoever wants to finish off this last one, just make it quick.”
Whistler had finished... extinguishing the last lizardfolk just as Gear suggested it.
"'Right, then," he said as he cleaned his blades before grabbing one of the lizardfolk by the legs. "The rations we can keep, maybe as 'community rations?' And I don't mind splittin' the coin six ways, whatevah that extra portion's fo'." The warrior stopped himself from rolling his eyes; he was suddenly suspicious that his warforged companion had been spending too much time with druids. Leave it to one of them to want to throw coin to the jungle.
He continued talking as he dragged his lizardfolk toward the river. "But," he huffed, "if we get caught with that head, someone's like ta' think WE offed 'em. If I knew the family, I'd try to pay respects, but 'round here I dunno we'd have that luxury. I say ditch it as well."
Splashing just into the water, Whistler flung his baggage as far into the river as he could. "Then we need to finish restin'," he muttered as he walked back to grab another corpse.
Tooltips Post (2024 PHB updates) - incl. General Rules
>> New FOW threat & treasure tables: fow-advanced-threat-tables.pdf fow-advanced-treasure-table.pdf
“yes.”
“only keep the coin and fish, toss the rest unless azaka suggests otherwise. You should all sleep… I hope all this noise scared other away at the sound and smells of deaths and not call more encounters forth this night.”
Azaka helps Whistler with the corpse tossing and putting everything in order to sleep for the rest of the night.
Aranea wakes up groggily and looks in confusion at the others.
"What...what happened?" she asks, her voice still muffled by sleepiness. "Did we win?"
She stares around at the bodies of the lizardfolk in confusion and admiration. "Guess we did."
She is about to try to get to her feet but promptly falls back down when she tries. She groans, feeling aches all over and the cuts from the vines. "I think I better avoid fighting lizard folk for at least a little while," she advises the others.
Extended Signature
Characters: Bryony Alderleaf (Phandelver and Below) ♦ Vesta Trevelyan (Vecna: Eve of Ruin) ♦ Ada Kendrick (Curse of Strahd) ♦ Gareth Blackwood (Dragon of Icespire Peak)
DM: Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus & Phandalin Adventures
“Have some rest dear, you did your part well. Sorry for catching you in that spell, but to be sure, the lizard we caught in it was close to you, and now is dealt with as well.”
gear helps Aranea find a comfy angle to rest and go back to bed, he stands guard statuesque over her till the morn.