Syl, still enjoying the mellowing effects of Raevyn’s edible herbs, saunters up to join the front-liners. He moves with casual indifference, bordering on recklessness. Rolling up his sleeves, he looks at Jaylan. “Well, it’s been nice knowing ya.”
Then he squints down the dark corridor toward the scrabbling sound. “C’mon ye beasties. Who wants a taste of old Syl?”
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
Your hearts race as you prepare for the worst, scanning the western and eastern openings for any sign of danger. The sound of skritching, scratching, and skittering grows louder and louder, reverberating through the cavernous hallways. As you brace yourselves for the impending attack, suddenly, the noise is upon you, and you catch a glimpse of what's coming your way.
At first, it's hard to discern what you're seeing. A blurry, undulating mass rushes towards you, like a tumultuous wave of water crashing through both doorways. But as the shape draws closer, you realize with horror that it's not water at all. It's dozens upon dozens of ivory white, four-legged creatures, resembling the skeletal remains of cats.
Cats?? Skeleton cats?!?
The stampede charges towards you, their eager bones clattering against the stone floor as they approach. Their eyeless skulls and bared fangs send shivers down your spine as they bear down on you, an unstoppable force of undeath and delayed decay. As you ready your weapons, you wonder if there is any end to this stamped... If you'll make it out alive if there isn't. Or even if there is...
((Crap map for general idea of the scene. Center square is hole you climbed up here through. You're all a blue dot. Any blue dot, really...Point is you can reach either swarm and they can reach you. The gray weird shaped pattern is a rough approximation of the swarming skeletal cats... I'm repurposing a map here so it's going to be sloppy and rough for a while. North is up, west is left and you look at the page... For the purpose of the battle there's 6 Eastern and 6 Western swarms of Cat Skeletons. You only need to target a particular direction...))
"Not uh...what I expected!" Dab says as he steps into the attack. His halberd darts out as the first skeleton runs within reach, back, out again before he sweeps the back end of the shaft around into the nearest of the skeletal felines...
Attacking the first skeleton to get within reach, then continue to the next if the first is destroyed...
Raevyn thought she was prepared for it. She wasn’t. They weren’t spiders… They were kitties! Thus began the tiny conflict happening within. Although the doctor knew they weren’t rushing to come cuddle with her, she still thought they were adorable felines of death. Of course she’ll try to ‘reach out’ to pet one…
A ghostly skeletal hand manifests near one of the closest cats.
Here kitty kitty… Attack: 14 Damage: 1 Chill Touch
Dabbert's halberd flashes around in a swirl of deadly action, perhaps it was more a show of force than the slaughter it could have been but bones crack and crunch and are scattered about from at least the first swing.
Raevyn takes, perhaps, a more gentle approach. As her spectral hand reaches out an scritches behind where one kitties ears once were that one pauses and leans into the attention despite the damage it causes it... Their companions do not pause.
The Eastern Pack swarms forward and attacks! This pack is focusing, this round at least, on Dabbert, Raevyn and Jaylan... The bones clitter and clatter and though the sound isn't actually made you really can't help but imagine the mewing and meowing and hissing that these mute creatures surely long to express.
C - Destroyed...
D vs Dabbert: 11 to hit, misses
G vs Raevyn: 21 or 14 to hit, misses
I vs Jaylan: 16 to hit, 2 damage
J vs Dabbert: 20 to hit, 4 damage
F vs Raevyn: 16 to hit, misses
The Skelli-Cats leap and jump and scratch and claw. Are they vicious bloodthirsty shadows of their former selves or are they just trying to play? And isn't that the same thing anyway? In the chaos Dabbert takes 4 miscellanous damage from various scratches and nips... Jaylan just 2. Perhaps they recognize he did not attack them? More likely he just seems like a cat person. Raevyn escapes unharmed thanks to her spectral petting.
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Seeing the Eastern cats, cats? Nefire blinks and tries her best to confirm, that yes, they do resemble cats. In any case, they are attacking and she swings her greataxe happily, ready to get into the frey.
Flanking with Dabbert, she attacks the Eastern group.
Blades, axes and ghostly hands fly. Time for some action!
Before he can punch a critter or cast a spell, something catches his eye. He squints into the oncoming crowd of cats. "Mittens? Mittens is that you? You ol' sour puss! How the devil are you? C'mere, you rascal! Why'd ya go and run away when I was 10? I spent half a' summer lookin' for ya!"
Syl kneels down to embrace one of the adorable skeletons.
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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
Krumar panicks and moves back toward a wall away from the incoming onslaught of dead kittens. He rememebrs this one time at court he was playing for a nobleman who adored cats. He an't stand them with their bad attitudes, but he recalls their love of chasing around this little red toy...They would fight ovet the silly thing. Krumar didn't understand the desire for this little red toy and their dislike for their over tchotchkes but whatever....it didn't matter. He casts his Prestidgitation spell and make s amll illusory red toy hover over the hole while saying "look there kitty kitty!"
More confused than worried, Nefire lets put a swing but somehow overestimates the height of the bonecats and swings above their heads. Sylrieth wins the prize for confusion though as he kneels down and holds out his arms to the fast approaching, long lost, Mittens. In but a moment he is engulfed in a cold, dry, squirmy mass of undead felines. (I think they have advantage on attacks next round…)
Krumar, freak out but still keeping his wits about him, tries to outwit the undead with a colorful ball… to mixed results. The cats swarming Syl are way too engaged in the kitty pile to even know anything else exists at the moment, as are most of the others engaged in battle already… but the ball does indeed catch the attention of many of the Western Swarm which have not yet attacked! A good half of the undead minions of feline ferocity follow the the fabulous ball with fierce fascination, running and jumping and stumbling after it and ending up falling right down the hole to the first room you had all encountered.
Undoubtedly there would be plaintive cries and much mewling about if they had lungs. Instead their is just clickety-clatter time and again as they fall through and land on their skeletal feet… many leap up and down where they fall, some jump up on the pedestal, onto the hand and then Lea for the ball from there… skelli-cats keep popping up into and then falling out of sight as they go after the red ball but even if they can grasp it there is nothing to grasp and do they fall back down again disgruntled…
(Yeah, that cuts entire swarm down by about 25 percent… though they now prowl the lower room.)
Western Swarm turn… attacking Krumar, Jaylan and Sylrieth (w/adv). Skeletal cats go bouncing off Krumar and the wall he backed up to but do no damage. Jaylan sidesteps and swats and shuffles out of any damage as well. Sylrieth, swarmed by Mittens and her many accomplices, is unable to avoid all the cat claws and teeth… Sylrieth takes 3 damage.
Dabbert continues to attack with his halberd, moving back out of the way so that the next cat to dart at him gets the business end of the weapon before lashing out at the other cats.
"Mittens my ass!" He shouts, continuing to scatter bones around the room. "Kill 'em! Uhm. Kill 'em?"
At the start of Round Two there are still eight distinct group in the swarm of skeletal felines. Dabbert steps up with his halbert and cuts large swathes of bones to dust and scrap. Now there are six pacts of the undead left... Still swarming, still voicelessly mewling and meowing and asking for the most dangerous of skritches!
Raevyn forgoes the continued petting of her favorite undead feline and instead chimes the dinner bell... Or the more ominous summoning to true death bell. (Catchier name pending...) Having already taken some touchingly chilly damage, this pack too falls for the final time.
With just two packs left in the Eastern Swarm they focus on those that have hurt them most recently: Dabbert & Raevyn.
J vs Dabbert - Natural 1, misses
F vs Raevyn - 21 to hit, 3 damage
One of the packs breaks off and heads towards Dabbert but in their undead zeal they head in a straight line for their quarry and pay not attention to the hole between them and him, falling down to the first floor with many of their fellow skeleton cats... Raevyn is not quite so lucky as the swarm that jumps and claws and bites at her manages to find gaps in her armor and do 3 damage to her.
Syl rolls over to play, a child again for a moment. "Oh Mittens, lad. I never dreamed I'd - OW!" he shouts, following up with a few nautically themed unmentionable phrases. "Mittens! You backstabbing alley - OW! OW! Get off me you - OW! Now I'm GLAD I forgot to feed - OW! Dammit, GET OFF ME, MITTENS!"
And just like that, a thrashing mass of shadowy tendrils erupt from Sylrieth, lashing out at all the cat skeletons within reach.
Arms of Hadar: All the cats within 10' of Syl have to make a STR save (DC 14), taking 8 (rolled in campaign log) Necrotic damage on a failed save, or half on a successful save. Those that fail the save also cannot take reactions.
Syl will use half his movement to stand back up, and then flip off any remaining cats.
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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
Krumar watches the cats scratch and attack his companions. He can't help but wonder how many times Syl has been hit over the head as he watches him roll around and try to pet the skeletal cat. Krumar begins to sing a song at the cat closest to him "Hush little kitty let's change your mood, Krumar's going to prevent you from making Syl your food!"
The Eastern swarm is almost wiped out, the remaining pack and I’ll say one of the western packs (and one of room below…) are in range. Saves rolled in that order:
Eastern: 12
Western: 20
1st Floor: 9
I’ll assume Krumar targets a swarm closer to himself (unless the Eastern one on Syl survives. Then I’ll assume he’s rescuing Syl from himself…)
Wis Save: 10
(Str saves should be -1 but I’m on my phone, forgot yup type in that way, too lazy to edit, so will adjust mentally…)
A coldness surrounds Syl, like that of the deep, deep ocean perhaps. Dark swirling tendrils if mist or liquid, perhaps, emerge from him and wrap their coils around the playful death kitties. Some are crushed, others dashed against the walls and floors, but all the skeletal cats closest to Syl are put down to their final sleeps… (no Eastern cats remaining, 1st floor down to 3 packs, west still has 3…)
Krumar is free to sing his little ditty to the closest little kitties. Despite their lack of skeletal ears they find the tune so offensive they curl up into little balls of bone and shatter in agony! (West has 2 packs left…)
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Watching skeletal cats fly in all direction, then Syl create dark tendrils, but strangest of all Krumar singing an odd little cat song... Nefire tries not to let these things distract her as she attacks the Western pack...
Attack: 22 Damage: 15
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Syl, still enjoying the mellowing effects of Raevyn’s edible herbs, saunters up to join the front-liners. He moves with casual indifference, bordering on recklessness. Rolling up his sleeves, he looks at Jaylan. “Well, it’s been nice knowing ya.”
Then he squints down the dark corridor toward the scrabbling sound. “C’mon ye beasties. Who wants a taste of old Syl?”
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
Your hearts race as you prepare for the worst, scanning the western and eastern openings for any sign of danger. The sound of skritching, scratching, and skittering grows louder and louder, reverberating through the cavernous hallways. As you brace yourselves for the impending attack, suddenly, the noise is upon you, and you catch a glimpse of what's coming your way.
At first, it's hard to discern what you're seeing. A blurry, undulating mass rushes towards you, like a tumultuous wave of water crashing through both doorways. But as the shape draws closer, you realize with horror that it's not water at all. It's dozens upon dozens of ivory white, four-legged creatures, resembling the skeletal remains of cats.
Cats?? Skeleton cats?!?
The stampede charges towards you, their eager bones clattering against the stone floor as they approach. Their eyeless skulls and bared fangs send shivers down your spine as they bear down on you, an unstoppable force of undeath and delayed decay. As you ready your weapons, you wonder if there is any end to this stamped... If you'll make it out alive if there isn't. Or even if there is...
Initiative Order: Dabbert - Raevyn - Eastern Cats - Sylrieth - Nefire - Krumar - Western Cats - Jaylan
Dabbert and Raevyn are up!
"Not uh...what I expected!" Dab says as he steps into the attack. His halberd darts out as the first skeleton runs within reach, back, out again before he sweeps the back end of the shaft around into the nearest of the skeletal felines...
Attacking the first skeleton to get within reach, then continue to the next if the first is destroyed...
Reaction: PAM Opportunity Attack- 18
Damage: 11
Action: Attack- 9
Damage: 9
Bonus Action: PAM Bonus Attack- 7
Damage: 4
DM of AURYN: The Measure of Devotion - Escape from New York
Raevyn thought she was prepared for it. She wasn’t. They weren’t spiders… They were kitties! Thus began the tiny conflict happening within. Although the doctor knew they weren’t rushing to come cuddle with her, she still thought they were adorable felines of death. Of course she’ll try to ‘reach out’ to pet one…
A ghostly skeletal hand manifests near one of the closest cats.
Here kitty kitty… Attack: 14 Damage: 1
Chill Touch
just an unstable unicorn.
Dabbert's halberd flashes around in a swirl of deadly action, perhaps it was more a show of force than the slaughter it could have been but bones crack and crunch and are scattered about from at least the first swing.
Raevyn takes, perhaps, a more gentle approach. As her spectral hand reaches out an scritches behind where one kitties ears once were that one pauses and leans into the attention despite the damage it causes it... Their companions do not pause.
The Eastern Pack swarms forward and attacks! This pack is focusing, this round at least, on Dabbert, Raevyn and Jaylan... The bones clitter and clatter and though the sound isn't actually made you really can't help but imagine the mewing and meowing and hissing that these mute creatures surely long to express.
C - Destroyed...
D vs Dabbert: 11 to hit, misses
G vs Raevyn: 21 or 14 to hit, misses
I vs Jaylan: 16 to hit, 2 damage
J vs Dabbert: 20 to hit, 4 damage
F vs Raevyn: 16 to hit, misses
The Skelli-Cats leap and jump and scratch and claw. Are they vicious bloodthirsty shadows of their former selves or are they just trying to play? And isn't that the same thing anyway? In the chaos Dabbert takes 4 miscellanous damage from various scratches and nips... Jaylan just 2. Perhaps they recognize he did not attack them? More likely he just seems like a cat person. Raevyn escapes unharmed thanks to her spectral petting.
Initiative Order: Dabbert - Raevyn - Eastern Cats - Sylrieth - Nefire - Krumar - Western Cats - Jaylan
Seeing the Eastern cats, cats? Nefire blinks and tries her best to confirm, that yes, they do resemble cats. In any case, they are attacking and she swings her greataxe happily, ready to get into the frey.
Flanking with Dabbert, she attacks the Eastern group.
Attack: 26 Damage: 17
Blades, axes and ghostly hands fly. Time for some action!
Before he can punch a critter or cast a spell, something catches his eye. He squints into the oncoming crowd of cats. "Mittens? Mittens is that you? You ol' sour puss! How the devil are you? C'mere, you rascal! Why'd ya go and run away when I was 10? I spent half a' summer lookin' for ya!"
Syl kneels down to embrace one of the adorable skeletons.
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
Krumar panicks and moves back toward a wall away from the incoming onslaught of dead kittens. He rememebrs this one time at court he was playing for a nobleman who adored cats. He an't stand them with their bad attitudes, but he recalls their love of chasing around this little red toy...They would fight ovet the silly thing. Krumar didn't understand the desire for this little red toy and their dislike for their over tchotchkes but whatever....it didn't matter. He casts his Prestidgitation spell and make s amll illusory red toy hover over the hole while saying "look there kitty kitty!"
More confused than worried, Nefire lets put a swing but somehow overestimates the height of the bonecats and swings above their heads. Sylrieth wins the prize for confusion though as he kneels down and holds out his arms to the fast approaching, long lost, Mittens. In but a moment he is engulfed in a cold, dry, squirmy mass of undead felines. (I think they have advantage on attacks next round…)
Krumar, freak out but still keeping his wits about him, tries to outwit the undead with a colorful ball… to mixed results. The cats swarming Syl are way too engaged in the kitty pile to even know anything else exists at the moment, as are most of the others engaged in battle already… but the ball does indeed catch the attention of many of the Western Swarm which have not yet attacked! A good half of the undead minions of feline ferocity follow the the fabulous ball with fierce fascination, running and jumping and stumbling after it and ending up falling right down the hole to the first room you had all encountered.
Undoubtedly there would be plaintive cries and much mewling about if they had lungs. Instead their is just clickety-clatter time and again as they fall through and land on their skeletal feet… many leap up and down where they fall, some jump up on the pedestal, onto the hand and then Lea for the ball from there… skelli-cats keep popping up into and then falling out of sight as they go after the red ball but even if they can grasp it there is nothing to grasp and do they fall back down again disgruntled…
(Yeah, that cuts entire swarm down by about 25 percent… though they now prowl the lower room.)
Western Swarm turn… attacking Krumar, Jaylan and Sylrieth (w/adv). Skeletal cats go bouncing off Krumar and the wall he backed up to but do no damage. Jaylan sidesteps and swats and shuffles out of any damage as well. Sylrieth, swarmed by Mittens and her many accomplices, is unable to avoid all the cat claws and teeth… Sylrieth takes 3 damage.
Initiative Order: Dabbert - Raevyn - Eastern Cats - Sylrieth - Nefire - Krumar - Western Cats - Jaylan
Jaylan moves his longsword trying to destroy as many small skeletons as he could.
"What is this? " he says "Does anyone have a ball of wool for them to chase? "
He covers behind his shield from the jump of one of the undead cat
( attack 11 damage 10 )
PbP Character: A few ;)
Jaylan just barely misses with his attack, scattering the skelli-cats but they quickly reform into their swarm...
ROUND 2
Initiative Order: Dabbert - Raevyn - Eastern Cats - Sylrieth - Nefire - Krumar - Western Cats - Jaylan
Dabbert continues to attack with his halberd, moving back out of the way so that the next cat to dart at him gets the business end of the weapon before lashing out at the other cats.
"Mittens my ass!" He shouts, continuing to scatter bones around the room. "Kill 'em! Uhm. Kill 'em?"
Reaction: PAM Opportunity Attack- 18
Damage: 12
Action: Attack- 15
Damage: 7
Bonus Action: PAM Bonus Attack- 9
Damage: 6
DM of AURYN: The Measure of Devotion - Escape from New York
At the start of Round Two there are still eight distinct group in the swarm of skeletal felines. Dabbert steps up with his halbert and cuts large swathes of bones to dust and scrap. Now there are six pacts of the undead left... Still swarming, still voicelessly mewling and meowing and asking for the most dangerous of skritches!
Initiative Order: Dabbert - Raevyn - Eastern Cats - Sylrieth - Nefire - Krumar - Western Cats - Jaylan
Raevyn reaches into her robes and pulls out a tiny bell. She rings it, tolling the dead kitties.
Kitty whisperer Spell: Toll the Dead Wis ST DC13 or take 6
just an unstable unicorn.
Wis Save: 12
Raevyn forgoes the continued petting of her favorite undead feline and instead chimes the dinner bell... Or the more ominous summoning to true death bell. (Catchier name pending...) Having already taken some touchingly chilly damage, this pack too falls for the final time.
With just two packs left in the Eastern Swarm they focus on those that have hurt them most recently: Dabbert & Raevyn.
J vs Dabbert - Natural 1, misses
F vs Raevyn - 21 to hit, 3 damage
One of the packs breaks off and heads towards Dabbert but in their undead zeal they head in a straight line for their quarry and pay not attention to the hole between them and him, falling down to the first floor with many of their fellow skeleton cats... Raevyn is not quite so lucky as the swarm that jumps and claws and bites at her manages to find gaps in her armor and do 3 damage to her.
Initiative Order: Dabbert - Raevyn - Eastern Cats - Sylrieth - Nefire - Krumar - Western Cats - Jaylan
Syl, Nefire and Krumar are up! They face off against against three remaining Western Swarm packs of cats and the one remaining Eastern Swarm pack...
Syl rolls over to play, a child again for a moment. "Oh Mittens, lad. I never dreamed I'd - OW!" he shouts, following up with a few nautically themed unmentionable phrases. "Mittens! You backstabbing alley - OW! OW! Get off me you - OW! Now I'm GLAD I forgot to feed - OW! Dammit, GET OFF ME, MITTENS!"
And just like that, a thrashing mass of shadowy tendrils erupt from Sylrieth, lashing out at all the cat skeletons within reach.
Arms of Hadar: All the cats within 10' of Syl have to make a STR save (DC 14), taking 8 (rolled in campaign log) Necrotic damage on a failed save, or half on a successful save. Those that fail the save also cannot take reactions.
Syl will use half his movement to stand back up, and then flip off any remaining cats.
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
Krumar watches the cats scratch and attack his companions. He can't help but wonder how many times Syl has been hit over the head as he watches him roll around and try to pet the skeletal cat. Krumar begins to sing a song at the cat closest to him "Hush little kitty let's change your mood, Krumar's going to prevent you from making Syl your food!"
vicious mockery 4 13 Wisdom Save
The Eastern swarm is almost wiped out, the remaining pack and I’ll say one of the western packs (and one of room below…) are in range. Saves rolled in that order:
Eastern: 12
Western: 20
1st Floor: 9
I’ll assume Krumar targets a swarm closer to himself (unless the Eastern one on Syl survives. Then I’ll assume he’s rescuing Syl from himself…)
Wis Save: 10
(Str saves should be -1 but I’m on my phone, forgot yup type in that way, too lazy to edit, so will adjust mentally…)
A coldness surrounds Syl, like that of the deep, deep ocean perhaps. Dark swirling tendrils if mist or liquid, perhaps, emerge from him and wrap their coils around the playful death kitties. Some are crushed, others dashed against the walls and floors, but all the skeletal cats closest to Syl are put down to their final sleeps… (no Eastern cats remaining, 1st floor down to 3 packs, west still has 3…)
Krumar is free to sing his little ditty to the closest little kitties. Despite their lack of skeletal ears they find the tune so offensive they curl up into little balls of bone and shatter in agony! (West has 2 packs left…)
Watching skeletal cats fly in all direction, then Syl create dark tendrils, but strangest of all Krumar singing an odd little cat song... Nefire tries not to let these things distract her as she attacks the Western pack...
Attack: 22 Damage: 15