Feeling tired, and with so much pain in the leg that he just got bitten again that he is going to limp in the next days for sure, Cyrnair gathers all of his remaining strenght to finsih off the drake that its attacking him.
Attack: 14 Damage: 14
Attack: 26 Damage: 13
Inspiration dice (second one received in post #3570 Just rememberd it) : 7
Though I still had one spell slot left, but that last heal to Cyr was my last...
Flint comes sliding down the rope from the portal. "I've used everything Artemis has provided me," he calls to the group. He moves the floating spear to the drake engaged with he paladin, at the same time the sound of bells ring out around the small dragonkin.
SW Attack: 26, Damage 8
TtD: DC15 Wis ST, 11
He then moves to engage one of the remaining shimmerfolk, to provide a distraction for Caradoc.
Ennis's blast dissipated before making contact once again. Cyrnairs first attack goes wide, but his second once cleaves into the Drake. It snaps at him in pain, and looks just about ready to fall over. Just then the toll the dead rings out, and it falls over dead.
The spiritual weapon floats over and cleaves into the next one without issue. It growls in pain. Gelin rushes up and brings his axe into the creature, and the blow almost finishes it, but it is still standing.
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Ky fires 3 more shots. "This battle is won. We should decide now what to do with the sleeping toes. I dont want to get raked over the fires again for dispatching them."
"These that glimmer seem to be enthralled by someone,"Flint snaps his fingers in face of the one standing next. He quickly pulls his hand back as it takes one of Ky'Lera's arrows to its throat. He watches it crumple to the ground and gives the ranger a smile. "The one that rode drake would be better for getting some answers."
"I lost my Hunters Mark on him... But I can attempt to track him. He is going to have a massive lead on us, and that Drake can move faster then we can."
Flint shakes his head, "No, he is likely well out of our reach. I am talking about that one." The cleric points to the dragonborn asleep on the floor near the spectator.
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Caradoc frowns as the shimmerfolk in front of him drops, pierced through the throat.
"Oh come on! That one was totally mine! How am I supposed to stab that big white lizard??" He complains with a big grin on his face. He sheathes his dagger and takes off at a sprint, using Flint as a combination of shield and fulcrum to help accelerate! At the last second, he slides right under the belly of the beast, stabbing upward as hard as he can with his shortsword!
Kris Shortsword Attack: 23 Damage: 13
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OOC: Well... With 6 HP left, I think you did it lol!
Carodoc slides under the Drake and as he draws his sword across its stomach, he completely opens the creature up from one side to the other. The force of the slice was so strong, he nearly severs it in half.
The Spectator smiles gleefully. "Good... Good!!! You cleared the masters Sanctum. Now finish your work and be gone! I must reclaim my masters home!" It floats over to the sleeping and wounded Shimmerfolk. "Strange to see your kin here... so far from the jungles! Either way... be gone! Yes yes... we will we will. If they do not leave, we will turn them to thralls as well... maybe... yes maybe! 18
Looking at the prone figure, he fires 2 beams of death into the sleeping shimmerfolk: 18
With that, the shimmerfolk unable to dodge or resist is instantly disintegrated.
As he does so, 2 white dragonborn with eyestalks on their forehead and 2 Drakes with eyestalks come lumbering over to stand next to the mutated Spectator. It has taken a few hits, but is not looking rough.
With the immediate threat out of the way, Ennis makes his way down the rope, though his eyes linger warily on the spectator, especially as he watches it disintegrate the shimmerfolk. His glare then hardens even more when the enthralled dragon-kin appear. Keeping his distance from aberrant entities, he makes his way over towards where the others are (presumably) gathering around the sleeping dragonborn.
"I'd suggest we bind him and take him with us, but we need to get moving,"he says quietly to the others so that the spectator and his minions can't hear him. "Our companion with the eyes now has no reason for keeping us around, and I don't think any of us are in any condition to deal with him right now."
“You are truly amazing friends and allies “ says Cyrnair when all of them rejoin “ I thank you and Artemis, Flint, for without your help I would be among the fallen today. Gelin my friend. Your powers are truly amazing, you weren’t only able to put most of them under your spell, but also to heal us. I must say that you were more than that dragon could ever chew! I am happy to had fought alongside you Caradoc. “ he then looks back to the aberration “ I agree... we should keep moving but first I would like to take a look at the dragons lair. I want to see if there are any clue that explain the presence of that Coutal here... “ with that he flaps his wings and goes to the main chamber for where the dragon came in the first place.
Ky, already at the stairs races up to get a good look at the 2nd floor. 9.
"There has got to be some good loot up here. We might need to grab what we can as fast as we can and get out.... Unless we can get into that dome you were talking about to rest?" She yells to Gelin.
You see a MASSIVE pile of coin and loot. You see a giant pile of gold, platinum, silver, and copper. You see hundreds of bags of caravan bags. To find anything specific you would need to investigate.
Estimating on just coins, there is probably over 10k of loose coins.
Flint stows his weapon and walks over to the paladin to give him a hearty smack on the back. "We were fortunate to be sure." He holds his hands up to show he means no aggression towards the spectator as he approaches the nearby dragonborn to tie him up. "Just going to take this one with us for some questions if you don't mind...?" he says to the abberation as he removes his rope from his pack.
As Ky'Lera dashes uo the stairs, the goliath looks and and forth between the ranger and the small beholder trying to gauge its feelings on the matter. "Uhhh, Lera... I don't know how welcome we are going to be here."
Caradoc flicks the guts and gore from the curving blade of his short sword before sheathing it alongside the jade dagger. He moves alongside Flint to help tie up the prisoner. He stares up at the spectator, thinking happy thoughts in the front of his mind while its glabrous stare bears down on them.
"We definitely won't let this fellow disturb your master's tomb again. You can be sure of that. I'm not terribly good at the searching... Used to aggravate the guild master something awful!"
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Flint looks down at the halfling helping him secure their prisoner and gives him a playful elbow to his ribs. "That was some pretty fancy moves there to finish that drake... Very impressive," he says with with a grin.
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The Drake again goes off running from the fear.
Gelin, Ennis, Flint, and Cyrnair are back up.
Yoi are in mop up at this point.
Ennis casts Ray of Frost at the shimmerfolk that just attacked Caradoc.
Action: Cast cantrip. Ranged Spell Attack: 9 Damage: 5 Cold.
Feeling tired, and with so much pain in the leg that he just got bitten again that he is going to limp in the next days for sure, Cyrnair gathers all of his remaining strenght to finsih off the drake that its attacking him.
Attack: 14 Damage: 14
Attack: 26 Damage: 13
Inspiration dice (second one received in post #3570 Just rememberd it) : 7
PbP Character: A few ;)
Though I still had one spell slot left, but that last heal to Cyr was my last...
Flint comes sliding down the rope from the portal. "I've used everything Artemis has provided me," he calls to the group. He moves the floating spear to the drake engaged with he paladin, at the same time the sound of bells ring out around the small dragonkin.
SW Attack: 26, Damage 8
TtD: DC15 Wis ST, 11
He then moves to engage one of the remaining shimmerfolk, to provide a distraction for Caradoc.
Gelin continues to hack away at the drake.
Attack: 25 Damage: 14
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Ennis's blast dissipated before making contact once again. Cyrnairs first attack goes wide, but his second once cleaves into the Drake. It snaps at him in pain, and looks just about ready to fall over. Just then the toll the dead rings out, and it falls over dead.
The spiritual weapon floats over and cleaves into the next one without issue. It growls in pain. Gelin rushes up and brings his axe into the creature, and the blow almost finishes it, but it is still standing.
Ky is up.
Ky fires 3 more shots. "This battle is won. We should decide now what to do with the sleeping toes. I dont want to get raked over the fires again for dispatching them."
Ky releases 2 arrows in rapid succession. The 2 shimmerfolk both drop as arrows enter into their eye and throat respectively.
Enemies/creatures left.
Carodoc is up.
"These that glimmer seem to be enthralled by someone," Flint snaps his fingers in face of the one standing next. He quickly pulls his hand back as it takes one of Ky'Lera's arrows to its throat. He watches it crumple to the ground and gives the ranger a smile. "The one that rode drake would be better for getting some answers."
"I lost my Hunters Mark on him... But I can attempt to track him. He is going to have a massive lead on us, and that Drake can move faster then we can."
Flint shakes his head, "No, he is likely well out of our reach. I am talking about that one." The cleric points to the dragonborn asleep on the floor near the spectator.
Caradoc frowns as the shimmerfolk in front of him drops, pierced through the throat.
"Oh come on! That one was totally mine! How am I supposed to stab that big white lizard??" He complains with a big grin on his face. He sheathes his dagger and takes off at a sprint, using Flint as a combination of shield and fulcrum to help accelerate! At the last second, he slides right under the belly of the beast, stabbing upward as hard as he can with his shortsword!
Kris Shortsword Attack: 23 Damage: 13
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
OOC: Well... With 6 HP left, I think you did it lol!
Carodoc slides under the Drake and as he draws his sword across its stomach, he completely opens the creature up from one side to the other. The force of the slice was so strong, he nearly severs it in half.
The Spectator smiles gleefully. "Good... Good!!! You cleared the masters Sanctum. Now finish your work and be gone! I must reclaim my masters home!" It floats over to the sleeping and wounded Shimmerfolk. "Strange to see your kin here... so far from the jungles! Either way... be gone! Yes yes... we will we will. If they do not leave, we will turn them to thralls as well... maybe... yes maybe! 18
Looking at the prone figure, he fires 2 beams of death into the sleeping shimmerfolk: 18
With that, the shimmerfolk unable to dodge or resist is instantly disintegrated.
As he does so, 2 white dragonborn with eyestalks on their forehead and 2 Drakes with eyestalks come lumbering over to stand next to the mutated Spectator. It has taken a few hits, but is not looking rough.
With the immediate threat out of the way, Ennis makes his way down the rope, though his eyes linger warily on the spectator, especially as he watches it disintegrate the shimmerfolk. His glare then hardens even more when the enthralled dragon-kin appear. Keeping his distance from aberrant entities, he makes his way over towards where the others are (presumably) gathering around the sleeping dragonborn.
"I'd suggest we bind him and take him with us, but we need to get moving," he says quietly to the others so that the spectator and his minions can't hear him. "Our companion with the eyes now has no reason for keeping us around, and I don't think any of us are in any condition to deal with him right now."
“You are truly amazing friends and allies “ says Cyrnair when all of them rejoin “ I thank you and Artemis, Flint, for without your help I would be among the fallen today. Gelin my friend. Your powers are truly amazing, you weren’t only able to put most of them under your spell, but also to heal us. I must say that you were more than that dragon could ever chew! I am happy to had fought alongside you Caradoc. “ he then looks back to the aberration “ I agree... we should keep moving but first I would like to take a look at the dragons lair. I want to see if there are any clue that explain the presence of that Coutal here... “ with that he flaps his wings and goes to the main chamber for where the dragon came in the first place.
PbP Character: A few ;)
Ky, already at the stairs races up to get a good look at the 2nd floor. 9.
"There has got to be some good loot up here. We might need to grab what we can as fast as we can and get out.... Unless we can get into that dome you were talking about to rest?" She yells to Gelin.
You see a MASSIVE pile of coin and loot. You see a giant pile of gold, platinum, silver, and copper. You see hundreds of bags of caravan bags. To find anything specific you would need to investigate.
Estimating on just coins, there is probably over 10k of loose coins.
Flint stows his weapon and walks over to the paladin to give him a hearty smack on the back. "We were fortunate to be sure." He holds his hands up to show he means no aggression towards the spectator as he approaches the nearby dragonborn to tie him up. "Just going to take this one with us for some questions if you don't mind...?" he says to the abberation as he removes his rope from his pack.
As Ky'Lera dashes uo the stairs, the goliath looks and and forth between the ranger and the small beholder trying to gauge its feelings on the matter. "Uhhh, Lera... I don't know how welcome we are going to be here."
Caradoc flicks the guts and gore from the curving blade of his short sword before sheathing it alongside the jade dagger. He moves alongside Flint to help tie up the prisoner. He stares up at the spectator, thinking happy thoughts in the front of his mind while its glabrous stare bears down on them.
"We definitely won't let this fellow disturb your master's tomb again. You can be sure of that. I'm not terribly good at the searching... Used to aggravate the guild master something awful!"
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
Flint looks down at the halfling helping him secure their prisoner and gives him a playful elbow to his ribs. "That was some pretty fancy moves there to finish that drake... Very impressive," he says with with a grin.