The tiefling backs up a step closer to the would-be romantics and sighs in relief as one tiger leaves the area. She yells to the love birds: "Daggers! In my boots! Use them!" hoping they'll get her meaning. Her eyes narrow on the one near her friend, and her eyes begin to darken like a coming storm, the smell of ozone fills the air, and as she moves her hand through arcane gestures, she plucks a small twig from a fold and breaks it. Her hands dance with blue crackling light and she points and yells at the tiger nearest her: witch bolt at the tiger: Attack:14Damage:11.
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Lanky gets within 10’ of nearest tiger (can’t see 3 of them on the map) and uses green flame blade, if any tiger is within 5’ and Lanky hit that tiger will take 2 dmg
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Remi is reeling from the snow tiger’s vicious attack, luckily he maintains his footing. He attacks with his short sword, doing sneak attack damage due to his rakish audacity. He escapes away with fancy footwork and moves northeast after the attack, using his bonus action to hide behind the fir tree from the tiger.
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Realizing the fire holds no fear for the tigers, Elirion nods in thanks to E'lar then slowly and awkwardly retreats. Clearly in pain, her wounds dripping blood, she nevertheless manages to ready her bow and sight on the remaining tiger.
Action: Readied attack on tiger, IF it does makes an attack on anyone or moves toward her. Attack: 20 Damage: 7 Move: SW, then S.
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Gabin reaches out a hand and focuses for a moment, a cold mist rising off of his icy body. All of a sudden, the mist begins to swirl around his outstretched hand before extending out toward the lone wolf and engulfing it in a bitter chill.
The wolf needs to make a con save of 14 or suffer 3 cold damage and have disadvantage on its first attack before the end of its next turn.
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CON save 22
The mist flows from Gabin’s hand and engulfs the tiger in the bitter cold, frost forms in his fur and along his whiskers and barely perceive a shiver as he finds his new target. Remi is no longer in front of the tiger, but Lanky is, so he turns towards him and starts to attack…as he does, Elirion releases her bow and sinks the arrow deep into the tigers shoulder.
With that, he yowls in pain and starts running off, away from Elirion, off to the right. He uses his action to dash.
The rest of the party may act if they wish, or you can all be out of combat.
Lanky is tempted to hit the tiger again but lets it run away from them. Lanky looks and makes sure the tiger doesn't come back and waits a minute before turning to the citizens. "Um are you two okay?"
“Y-y-yeah, we’re ok. But we are leaving !! Thank you all for being here at this time, I hate to think of you hadn’t been coming through “ And he shudders. He then hugs his wife and then the two start packing up their materials, both uttering thank yous to anyone close as they finish up.
"Because if it's further up this path, you might be better off with an escort. We happen to be headed that direction anyway,"Gabin adds to E'lar's question.
Sue pipes up, “Aren’t you just the gentlemen. Actually, you’ve come from town and I thought I heard one of you say you’re heading to Vermeillon? Well, that’s continuing up the mountain there,” and she points toward what looks like the continuing of the trail you are on, though mightily overgrown. “We live to the East here, just over the ridge.” Now that you have time to actually look at the ground and how the paths go, the worn look of the path veers to the right to a smaller path. Looks like the main road used to run North but hard to really tell with all the vines and growth that has covered it up. Looking to the East where she is pointing, the path disappears over the ridge. You can’t see any buildings, but you can’t see past the ridge either.
With the arrow loosed, Elirion's bow arm sags to her side as the tiger flees. She moves slowly back to the fire, shivering and bleeding, and nods to E'lar on the way, "Well done...whatever that was." Her voice croaks, and sounds faint against the chatter of the peasants and the crackling of the fire.
She hunkers down in the warmth of the fire, fumbling at the straps of her pack, then changes from her torn and bloodied traveling clothes back onto her street clothes, cleaning them all as she does so, her magical incantations sounding laboured. She is so focused on the process -- it almost seems a ritual -- that it is only when the worst of her wounds rapidly heal that she realizes E'lar is still nearby. She looks up and smiles, "Thank you."
Her eyes return to the fire as she tries to warm herself, ignoring the goings-on around her. After a time, she takes the damaged cloak from her pack again. She incants a few more phrases over it and the shimmer of heat can be seen rising from it. She wraps it over her shoulders and stands, staying in the warmth and eyeing the trail to the north while she waits to see what her companions decide to do.
Tastie She looks at E’lar with wonder. “What did you say to them? Was it something about mice? I’ll bet it was something about mice.” She smiles at the thought. “Well we better be careful from here on out they could come back.” She looks at the rabbit - “soooo, Are you going to eatthat?”
Remi looks up at E’lar with a smile as he feels the healing warmth from his touch. “That feels better. Can walk half right again! That tiger slashed me across the leg and made me bumble into that tree. It would be a hard hike today without your healing touch. Thank you E’lar!”
He turns to the couple, says “If you are just over the ridge then hopefully you are safe to get there. I think the tigers won’t be back anytime soon.” To the others, “After Tastie has a taste of rabbit, should we press on? To the north?”
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Sorry about that, here is the updated map:
Tastie is up, Lanky & Remi are next
Tastie
The tiefling backs up a step closer to the would-be romantics and sighs in relief as one tiger leaves the area. She yells to the love birds: "Daggers! In my boots! Use them!" hoping they'll get her meaning. Her eyes narrow on the one near her friend, and her eyes begin to darken like a coming storm, the smell of ozone fills the air, and as she moves her hand through arcane gestures, she plucks a small twig from a fold and breaks it. Her hands dance with blue crackling light and she points and yells at the tiger nearest her: witch bolt at the tiger: Attack: 14 Damage: 11.
DM - And In The Darkness, Rot: The Sunless Citadel
DM - Our Little Lives Kept In Equipoise: Curse of Strahd
DM - Misprize Thou Not These Shadows That Belong: The Lost Mines of Phandelver
PC - Azzure - Tyranny of Dragons
Lanky gets within 10’ of nearest tiger (can’t see 3 of them on the map) and uses green flame blade, if any tiger is within 5’ and Lanky hit that tiger will take 2 dmg
Attack: 26 Damage: 14
For clarification, 3 tigers left, only one remains. I did the save wrong, it should have been for E'lar's suggestion to work. And it did for 3 of them
As Tastie casts her spell the change that occurs around her distracts the tiger as he watches and smells the odd scent and is hit by the bolt.
Lanky gets closer to the tiger, but unfortunately his blade swings wide.
Remi you are up!
Remi is reeling from the snow tiger’s vicious attack, luckily he maintains his footing. He attacks with his short sword, doing sneak attack damage due to his rakish audacity. He escapes away with fancy footwork and moves northeast after the attack, using his bonus action to hide behind the fir tree from the tiger.
Short sword : Attack: 13 Damage: 9
Sneak attack damage if hits : 9
Stealth to hide : 26
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Remi slices his sword right into the tigers flank and he roars in protest.
Tree is pretty thin and you're hanging out on the sides, but the tiger has lot of prey in front of him...
The two humans heard Tastie, but are cowering instead, taking the dodge action.
ROUND 2
Elirion & Gabin are up!
Realizing the fire holds no fear for the tigers, Elirion nods in thanks to E'lar then slowly and awkwardly retreats. Clearly in pain, her wounds dripping blood, she nevertheless manages to ready her bow and sight on the remaining tiger.
Action: Readied attack on tiger, IF it does makes an attack on anyone or moves toward her. Attack: 20 Damage: 7
Move: SW, then S.
Gabin reaches out a hand and focuses for a moment, a cold mist rising off of his icy body. All of a sudden, the mist begins to swirl around his outstretched hand before extending out toward the lone wolf and engulfing it in a bitter chill.
The wolf needs to make a con save of 14 or suffer 3 cold damage and have disadvantage on its first attack before the end of its next turn.
CON save 22
The mist flows from Gabin’s hand and engulfs the tiger in the bitter cold, frost forms in his fur and along his whiskers and barely perceive a shiver as he finds his new target. Remi is no longer in front of the tiger, but Lanky is, so he turns towards him and starts to attack…as he does, Elirion releases her bow and sinks the arrow deep into the tigers shoulder.
With that, he yowls in pain and starts running off, away from Elirion, off to the right. He uses his action to dash.
The rest of the party may act if they wish, or you can all be out of combat.
Lanky is tempted to hit the tiger again but lets it run away from them. Lanky looks and makes sure the tiger doesn't come back and waits a minute before turning to the citizens. "Um are you two okay?"
Remi looks down at the red line down his thigh and the gash that the snow tiger made. “I’m not. Everyone else ok?”
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“Y-y-yeah, we’re ok. But we are leaving !! Thank you all for being here at this time, I hate to think of you hadn’t been coming through “ And he shudders. He then hugs his wife and then the two start packing up their materials, both uttering thank yous to anyone close as they finish up.
"Where's home?", E'lar asks as he looks to Elirion (heal 12 HP).
And Remi (heal 8 HP).
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"Because if it's further up this path, you might be better off with an escort. We happen to be headed that direction anyway," Gabin adds to E'lar's question.
Sue pipes up, “Aren’t you just the gentlemen. Actually, you’ve come from town and I thought I heard one of you say you’re heading to Vermeillon? Well, that’s continuing up the mountain there,” and she points toward what looks like the continuing of the trail you are on, though mightily overgrown. “We live to the East here, just over the ridge.” Now that you have time to actually look at the ground and how the paths go, the worn look of the path veers to the right to a smaller path. Looks like the main road used to run North but hard to really tell with all the vines and growth that has covered it up. Looking to the East where she is pointing, the path disappears over the ridge. You can’t see any buildings, but you can’t see past the ridge either.
With the arrow loosed, Elirion's bow arm sags to her side as the tiger flees. She moves slowly back to the fire, shivering and bleeding, and nods to E'lar on the way, "Well done...whatever that was." Her voice croaks, and sounds faint against the chatter of the peasants and the crackling of the fire.
She hunkers down in the warmth of the fire, fumbling at the straps of her pack, then changes from her torn and bloodied traveling clothes back onto her street clothes, cleaning them all as she does so, her magical incantations sounding laboured. She is so focused on the process -- it almost seems a ritual -- that it is only when the worst of her wounds rapidly heal that she realizes E'lar is still nearby. She looks up and smiles, "Thank you."
Her eyes return to the fire as she tries to warm herself, ignoring the goings-on around her. After a time, she takes the damaged cloak from her pack again. She incants a few more phrases over it and the shimmer of heat can be seen rising from it. She wraps it over her shoulders and stands, staying in the warmth and eyeing the trail to the north while she waits to see what her companions decide to do.
Gabin looks east and then north. "How long's the walk from here to Vermeillon take?" he asks Sue.
Tastie
She looks at E’lar with wonder. “What did you say to them? Was it something about mice? I’ll bet it was something about mice.” She smiles at the thought. “Well we better be careful from here on out they could come back.” She looks at the rabbit - “soooo, Are you going to eat that?”
DM - And In The Darkness, Rot: The Sunless Citadel
DM - Our Little Lives Kept In Equipoise: Curse of Strahd
DM - Misprize Thou Not These Shadows That Belong: The Lost Mines of Phandelver
PC - Azzure - Tyranny of Dragons
Remi looks up at E’lar with a smile as he feels the healing warmth from his touch. “That feels better. Can walk half right again! That tiger slashed me across the leg and made me bumble into that tree. It would be a hard hike today without your healing touch. Thank you E’lar!”
He turns to the couple, says “If you are just over the ridge then hopefully you are safe to get there. I think the tigers won’t be back anytime soon.” To the others, “After Tastie has a taste of rabbit, should we press on? To the north?”
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.