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hm... I don't really have a use for my BA. Is there a way I can use it to give the bullywug disadvantage on the save or something? Maybe Artifex's flapping around trips it up a bit or something. I really hope this works cause I'm like a sneeze away from death

(yeah, I'm definitely going to have Gwrgi give you some more attention on her action; and I'll check to see if she has any healing magic she can use as a reaction.  Meanwhile, since I'm trying to nuance this to be a really challenging encounter but not a PC grinder I will let Artifex use their Acrobatics score as a reaction to being hit to do one of two things.  For a DC of 11 they can choose the safe but boring option and tumble away from the cove combat/back towards Gwrgi, landing in between her and their current position and imposing Disadvantage on attacks from any attackers until they choose to stop tumbling and take some other action; or they can barrel forward straight into their attacker's legs in an attempt to knock it away and hopefully onto its back.  In that case the DC is its Armor Class of 16; if you fail you knock it off balance enough that it can't make an opportunity strike but essentially wind up prone at its feet (!); success will knock it back 5' plus 2' more for every pip you beat 16 by; and on a 19 or 20 it staggers back the full distance and then falls prone on its back.

 Hmmm.  I wonder which option our showy, cocky l'il eladrin would be more likely to pick LOL?  Except being on the skin of death .... hmmm ,intersting dilemma.  I wait with bated breath to see on which edge of Occam's razor Artifex will choose to fall ,,,)

(and yes, you do have to say which you're trying for before you roll.  Meanwhile, back in TV land....)

It is strange how quickly the mosses and vines of the swampy environment you find yourselves in have sprouted on and in the dead flesh of Glaar-Chronk's former follower; and unsettling how quickly the necromantic magic that raised it is beginning to cause that flesh to rot.  But rather than falling away from the shambling swamp zombie's bones, it sags and oozes around them in sticky putrefied masses whose texture more and more resembles the thick mud which can be seen gurgling in wetter and more overgrown areas off the path.  The sagging mouth opens wider in a horrible, gurgling moan of frustration even more nauseating than the noises it has been emitting so far.  Drawing its flaccid upper limb back, 

As it shambles nearer to its master in the wake of the giant frog that is dragging Zladark towards the mad bullyug shaman, the nearby archer and the spearfrog who recently stabbed at the struggling monk both retch and gag.  Their most basic senses take over and they instinctlvely start to stumble away from the fetid thing in an attempt to find new positions where they can attack their foes without having to stop and vomit after every salvo. (and to be fair to the poooooor w'il froggies I'm giving these two a reaction move too  --  what?  What's that you say, Glaar-Chronk?  Oh, it conveniently puts your people in a better position to BE attacked too?   Oooops.  Sorry boiut that LOL.)  They are too slow to get out of the necrotic reek this round, though, and 

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Here for a good time not a long time darling ;) We're going for the legs

Oh dear. that's a 9

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(and yes, you do have to say which you're trying for before you roll.  Meanwhile, back in TV land....)

It is strange how quickly the mosses and vines of the swampy environment you find yourselves in have sprouted on and in the dead flesh of Glaar-Chronk's former follower; and unsettling how quickly the necromantic magic that raised it is beginning to cause that flesh to rot.  But rather than falling away from the shambling swamp zombie's bones, it sags and oozes around them in sticky putrefied masses whose texture more and more resembles the thick mud which can be seen gurgling in wetter and more overgrown areas off the path.  The sagging mouth opens wider in a horrible, gurgling moan of frustration even more nauseating than the noises it has been emitting so far.  Drawing its flaccid upper limb back, ... [EDIT] ...it snaps it downward as quickly as its rotting muscles will allow.  One of the vines that has begun to sprout out of its left forearm suddenly lashes forward, as if it were gaining unnatural speed of growth from the putrid compost it is growing in.  The thorns glisten with pus and liquefied flesh as it whips towards Zladark.

As it shambles nearer to its master in the wake of the giant frog that is dragging Zladark towards the mad bullyug shaman, the nearby archer and the spearfrog who recently stabbed at the struggling monk both retch and gag.  Their most basic senses take over and they instinctlvely start to stumble away from the fetid thing in an attempt to find new positions where they can attack their foes without having to stop and vomit after every salvo. (and to be fair to the poooooor w'il froggies I'm giving these two a reaction move too  --  what?  What's that you say, Glaar-Chronk?  Oh, it conveniently puts your people in a better position to BE attacked too?   Oooops.  Sorry boiut that LOL.)  They are too slow to get out of the necrotic reek this round, though, and ...

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 Archer's CON save 18

Spear carrier's CON save 12

Both manage to hold onto their stomachs, although the look on the supernumerary's face indicates it just barely managed the feat.  They continue to reel out of the cloud, which is beginning to slowly dissipate but which looks like it will linger at least the better part of a minute more.

 Festering vine attack vs. Zladark 8; damage if hits 4 piercing plus 1 necrotic, to close out round 4.

(the first tridenteer and bully shaman are up to kick off round 5, followed by Tarton, Zladark and Gwrgi)

Spitting blood and glaring at Uz with the kind of sick hatred only seen when a being who previously thought themselves invincible is brusquely reminded otherwise, the bully tridenteer who engaged him first grips its weapon with both hands and lunges forward in a last-ditch charge of desperation, trying to either kill the hobgoblin at one blow or at the least push him back from it.   

Meanwhile, in the clearing, the shaman leader also is beginning to reassess its first overconfident analysis of the situation.  It stumbles from the wounds it has taken, though it doesn't seem nearly as close to dying as the tridenteer does.  A moment later it seems a little stronger still, as it twirls the staff it is leaning on for support into the mud at its feet.  Wisps of mist curl up from the spot and swirl around before some drift up to the shaman's nostrils and others waft across the battlefield to be breathed in by one of the giant frogs and one of the ordinary bullywugs.  Each of these seems slightly invigorated by the breath of swamp gas, though it smells as unbearably putrid as the zombie's cloud to you. (aid for +5HP each to current total, max also adjusted upward by 5)

Gwrgi, in her turn, tends to the healing needs of her side.  Though she doesn't have any spells that are of such widespread application, she is better at healing individuals one on one.  She quickly looks about and decides that Artifex is still the party member most in need of magicomedical attention.  She steps back away from the battle in the clearing towards them, and lays her hand on the downed eladrin,  At the same time, she unslings a war hammer from behind her back and glares at the tridenteer at whose feet they lie, trying to back the bullywug down.(cure wounds for 7 healing to Artifex)

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Trident attack vs Uz: 14; damage if hits 9 piercing

 Round 5, initiative counts 20-17:

Cove ambusher #2 initiative 20 - 13 damage 

Main (clearing) bullywug leader initiative  17   - 11 damage

Tarton initiative 16 - 10 damage

Zladark  initiative 16 - 7 damage

Gwrgi  initiative 15 - 6 damage

• Clearing bullywug wizard-fodder (LOL) (x4) initiative 14
  •  undamaged
  • undamaged
  • 1 damage
  • - VERY damaged LOL (SEE SWAMP ZOMBIE BELOW)

Uz  initiative 14 - 8 damage

Cove bullywug leader initiative 10 - 10 damage

Cove ambusher #1 (just emerged) initiative 10 -10 damage

Clearing bullywug archer initiative 8 - undamaged 

• clearing giant frog (x4) initiative 7 
  •  undamaged
  •  undamaged
  • 1 damage
  • 12 damage

Saoirsirse initiative  6(7?) - undamaged

Artifex initiative  5 - 9 13 damage before healing from this post applied

Swamp zombie initiative 4 -  5 damage

(Tarton and Zladark are up; technically Gwrgi is after them, but since her actions don't affect anyone before her in the initiative I decided to lump it in with the current post this time)

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Zladark finally managed to squirm free from the crushing jaws of the giant frog. With a wet, sickening sound, he slid out of the beast’s maw, his robes clinging to his body, soaked in thick strands of glistening saliva. Gasping for breath, he landed on shaky feet directly in front of the creature, face-to-face with its bulbous eyes and flexing throat.

Before he could even recover his stance, a noxious wave of gas rolled over him — the fetid stench of rot and decay pouring from the reanimated monstrosity he had thought vanquished. The air turned thick and toxic, invading his lungs like smoke from a burning swamp.

Zladark choked, coughing violently, his body already battered and near its limit. But he did not fall.

Steadying his breath, he focused inward, recalling the breathing forms of his monk order. His lungs, though burning, slowly adjusted. His heartbeat calmed. His mind cleared — just enough.

Though his limbs trembled and his blood stained the edges of his tattered robes, Zladark remained standing. Barely upright, swaying like a reed in the wind, he stood his ground.

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Acrobatics: 23

STR save: (20 and 16)  20

Con save: 21

 Did I not free my self from the jaws of the giant frog?