Clas is frightened of Big She Wolf! Plus, at the starts of its turn, he will be forced to use all its movement on that turn to get as far from the canine as possible. He must finish the move before taking an action, and must take the most direct route, even if hazards lie that way.
The terrifying howl is too much for Clas and Nim, who, shocked by sheer terror, seem about to immediately run away, without thinking of anything else - not even their own safety.
Fortunately, the other party members manage to find the strength to resist deep within their souls - Ardana in particular, as she was almost on the verge of turning her back and running, remembers how the halfling bard had inspired her to heroic deeds ...and at that point, he forces himself to stay and fight.
Nimblestep, who was about to collect one of Daisy's magic stones, abandons his purpose and flees, leaving through the double doors.
Daisy puffs up her chest at the yeth's howl. "You don't scare me!"
The druid then pulls a few more stones out, gives them her blessing and send one flying with all her might. The small stone hits the creature in the side of the head with a resounding thud. "Hah!"she says in excitement of her strike. However, she realizes that she may draw the ire of the strange beast, so the dwarf waddles through the rubble back into the alcove.
"Come on, Barakor!"
(BA: cast magic stone. Action: Throw rock - another Nat 20, 12 damage. Move: back down that alcove to the south along the wall as far as her movement allows.)
The small stone thrown by Daisy with the help of magic hits the creature in the side of the head with a resounding thud. "Hah!" the druid says in excitement of her strike! And while she fears that she may draw the ire of the strange beast and starts waddling through the rubble back... she sees Big She Wolf emit a last whimper, then heavily fall on one of the mine piles of debris.
The death of the monsters frees Clas and Nim of their unnatural terror.
(OOC: Gratz! Yet another victory for the party! Combat over, you can post out of rounds)
For a moment Clas is lost in a dream; His eyes widen as sheer terror grips him. With a yelp that sounds like a mix between a startled rabbit and a crow, he turns on his heels and sprints away from the large She-Wolf with all the speed his stout legs can muster. His arms flail wildly as if he's trying to fly, and his usually jovial face is contorted in an expression of pure panic. "Hahahaha! Running's a good plan, right?" Clas mutters to himself between panting breaths as he darts away from the she-wolf, his feet moving faster than they ever have before. Hahahaha!
"Ardana," he begins, "the reason I attacked that she-wolf, Lady Baskers, is because she was dangerous. I saw it in her eyes, heard it in her growls. She wasn't here to be our friend. She was opportunistic, looking for a steady supply of prey, and she saw us as just that. She admitted she was only allied with us for the moment, and that's all the more reason to believe she would have betrayed us eventually. I couldn't let such a creature linger near our party while we rested, putting all of us at risk. It was a tough decision, but I stand by it."
As Clas walks away from Ardana, he mumbles to himself, "Ale, my trusty sword, you never let me down. But these hand axes... I think they deserve names too." He scratches his chin, deep in thought. "How about Tankard and Keg? Yes, that has a nice ring to it. Tankard, meet Keg. Keg, this is Tankard. Hahahaha!"
He chuckles at his own whimsical naming choice and then continues, "And speaking of tankards, I could really go for a bath right now. Lady Baskers left me with a bit of her... essence, and I don't think that's a fragrance I want to carry around with me." He wrinkles his nose in disgust. "Hahahaha! Maybe that's just me! Hahahaha!"
Clas quickly retrieves his weapons and heads back to the group, a wry grin on his face.
"Well, Lady Baskers might have been a bit... unruly, but she did mention something interesting. There are more prisoners down the hall to the west. Prisoners she wasn't too keen on, but perhaps they're worth checking out."
He raises an eyebrow and adds with a smirk, "Who knows, maybe we'll find some allies who don't have a penchant for trying to eat us. Hahahaha!" Clas chuckles softly before getting back on track, "So, what do you all say? Up for a bit more adventuring before we take a well-deserved rest? Hahahaha!" His enthusiasm present, as always, and he eagerly awaits the party's response.
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While Clas waits for everyone to discuss the options, he makes sure he has a purple flag, taking it from someone if necessary, and then goes and collects Nim. "Nim! When you jumped on that She-Wolf's back... Hahahaha! That was most awesome thing I have ever seen! Hahahaha! Your sister is going to be so proud of you! Hahahaha!"
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Never underestimate the power of a finely crafted barrel, my friend! It is both a vessel of strength and a symbol of resilience.
Tarysaa looks around at her companions. "We are tattered and torn. IF... I say... IF we go and explore to the west side, We. Touch. NOTHING. None of our magic weavers have enough energy for more spells unless Daisy can do infinite 'magic rocks' to arm us all to throw. If we run into another yeth hound or something WORSE, we are all dead."
Tarysaa tries to dust herself off and looks at her blood stained side frowning as she uses Prestidigitation to clean up the worst of it... though it does nothing for her blood splattered personage nor mends her clothing. "Anyone else want the dust knocked off your kit and clothing?" She will walk among them all and lightly touch a shoulder or arm and Prestidigitates any who indicate they could use 'fresher clothing'.
"No more 'deals with demons or hell hounds'. No more releasing unless we can confer and confirm that it is some 'thing' that will not turn on us at the first chance they get. IF those images upstairs indicate 'other prisoners', there are some Celestials down here that MIGHT... MIGHT be of aid to us. Or, they may see us as ants and crush us before flying away. ALL of these creatures have been imprisoned for AT LEAST 250 years thanks to Kylth Harpell's experiments with extraplanars. And remember, those images also had dragons and fiends," she shivers at the thought, "Personally, I do not wish to have to test myself against a dragon or fiend."
Waves a hand toward the Eastern alcove and the spitting, whirling energies contained by another sigil circle. "THAT might be a way out to somewhere else in the world OR the doorway to the Nether Planes. I do NOT know. This magic is far beyond my level of understanding. We do NOT go near it or 'release it."
She stands leaning heavily on her rune covered staff, "With that all said, I don't mind 'exploring' but we can not get into another battle or we will die."
Clas notices the tension in the air as Tarysaa lays down her conditions. He glances at Ardana and then back to Tarysaa, flashing a disarming grin. "Well now, Tarysaa, you've made some fair points there, and I'm inclined to agree. No sense in making deals with fiends when we can avoid it." He winks at her before turning his gaze to Ardana.
"But let's not forget, we're a team here," he continues, his tone light and jovial. "I'm all for teamwork and making decisions together before things happen and abiding by them. After all, who else is going to appreciate my tales of ale and misadventures? Hahahaha!" Clas chuckles and pats Ardana on the shoulder in a friendly manner. "So, let's agree to agree on this, and we'll stick together like the well-oiled machine we are. Hahahaha!" His laughter fills the chamber. "Besides, we should all be proud of how far we've come without resting when we thought we needed to rest. Now, we have an opportunity to go even further so long as we do it sensibly and cautiously. Hahahaha! I agree. Ardana? Nim? Daisy? Ilwythe? Do we all agree?"
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Never underestimate the power of a finely crafted barrel, my friend! It is both a vessel of strength and a symbol of resilience.
"You know what, Clas?! We wouldn't have even had to kill that strange wolf if you wouldn't have let it out to begin with... Probably wouldn't have had to fight that thing claiming to be the guardian either. And I haven't heard any sort of 'sorry' for the trouble you've caused. You may be down here for 'ale' and other ways you can tell some wild tale of your adventures. Some of us have more important matters to get on to after this!
Do I want to get out of here as soon as we can so I can go save my Gare?! Yes! But, I gave my word to Martha and intend on trying to help her the best I can. If I end up dying then I'm no use to either of them. Also, I don't see a point in going any further if we're trying to avoid any sort of fight or harm. We can step on something the wrong way and end up causing something bad to happen. You and I both know that, Tarysaa.
So, no. I don't agree. Because at this point, I have to choose between saving my own skin so I can help my family, or one of you... and pretty sure y'all know the answer to that one. If we take a rest then I can help you all better."
"Daisy," Clas begins, his voice calm and sincere, "I understand where you're coming from, truly. We all have our reasons for being here, and they're all important. Sometimes, in this chaotic place, we might make decisions that lead to unexpected challenges. But let me assure you, I'm committed to making sure we all get out of this mess safely. I promise to always have your back as I always have without saying it. I didn't judge that thing on its looks; and I didn't know what it was other than a prisoner. None of us knew that guardian was even present. I'm not going to apologize for being an adventurer and springing a trap accidentally. And I'm going to be me, I don't cower... although apparently, I run away at times. Hahahaha! Things happen. I take risks. Adventurers take risks. We rest or we don't rest. I thought perhaps we might wish to know ahead of time what we're walking into so we can prepare ourselves better. Maybe know what spells might be more useful, maybe find an ally."
He offers Daisy a friendly smile, hoping to ease the tension. "We're a team, after all, and teams stick together, even in the wildest of misadventures. So, let's focus on getting through this together, alright?" Clas extends a hand for a handshake, symbolizing his commitment to unity within the group.
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Clas’ WIS saving throw 11
Never underestimate the power of a finely crafted barrel, my friend! It is both a vessel of strength and a symbol of resilience.
Clas is frightened of Big She Wolf! Plus, at the starts of its turn, he will be forced to use all its movement on that turn to get as far from the canine as possible. He must finish the move before taking an action, and must take the most direct route, even if hazards lie that way.
(WisST 24)
Daisy also resists... Let's see how Ardana and Nim fare
Ardana rolls an 8 on the save - will burn the inspiration, crossing fingers.
6
Ardana saves with a 14 - that was a clutch Bardic Inspiration.
Saving for Nim: 12
Round 2
The terrifying howl is too much for Clas and Nim, who, shocked by sheer terror, seem about to immediately run away, without thinking of anything else - not even their own safety.
Fortunately, the other party members manage to find the strength to resist deep within their souls - Ardana in particular, as she was almost on the verge of turning her back and running, remembers how the halfling bard had inspired her to heroic deeds ...and at that point, he forces himself to stay and fight.
Nimblestep, who was about to collect one of Daisy's magic stones, abandons his purpose and flees, leaving through the double doors.
Now Daisy and Ardana are up! Any order.
Combat Stats:
Initiative Name Status
18 Clas 4 Damage (Frightened, About to run)
17 Ilwythe 13 Damage
15 Tarysaa 6 Damage
14 Big She Wolf 38 Damage (Bleeding)
13 Nimblestep 1 Damage (Frightened, Running)
6 Daisy 5 Damage
5 Barakor 1 Damage
3 Ardana 1 Damage
Daisy puffs up her chest at the yeth's howl. "You don't scare me!"
The druid then pulls a few more stones out, gives them her blessing and send one flying with all her might. The small stone hits the creature in the side of the head with a resounding thud. "Hah!" she says in excitement of her strike. However, she realizes that she may draw the ire of the strange beast, so the dwarf waddles through the rubble back into the alcove.
"Come on, Barakor!"
(BA: cast magic stone. Action: Throw rock - another Nat 20, 12 damage. Move: back down that alcove to the south along the wall as far as her movement allows.)
Round 2
The small stone thrown by Daisy with the help of magic hits the creature in the side of the head with a resounding thud. "Hah!" the druid says in excitement of her strike! And while she fears that she may draw the ire of the strange beast and starts waddling through the rubble back... she sees Big She Wolf emit a last whimper, then heavily fall on one of the mine piles of debris.
The death of the monsters frees Clas and Nim of their unnatural terror.
(OOC: Gratz! Yet another victory for the party! Combat over, you can post out of rounds)
For Ardana, very anticlimatic, I'll roll anyway for giggles.
(OOC: 24 to hit, 12 damage)
"Clas can you explain yourself? Did the fiend tell you to do that?"
For a moment Clas is lost in a dream; His eyes widen as sheer terror grips him. With a yelp that sounds like a mix between a startled rabbit and a crow, he turns on his heels and sprints away from the large She-Wolf with all the speed his stout legs can muster. His arms flail wildly as if he's trying to fly, and his usually jovial face is contorted in an expression of pure panic. "Hahahaha! Running's a good plan, right?" Clas mutters to himself between panting breaths as he darts away from the she-wolf, his feet moving faster than they ever have before. Hahahaha!
"Ardana," he begins, "the reason I attacked that she-wolf, Lady Baskers, is because she was dangerous. I saw it in her eyes, heard it in her growls. She wasn't here to be our friend. She was opportunistic, looking for a steady supply of prey, and she saw us as just that. She admitted she was only allied with us for the moment, and that's all the more reason to believe she would have betrayed us eventually. I couldn't let such a creature linger near our party while we rested, putting all of us at risk. It was a tough decision, but I stand by it."
As Clas walks away from Ardana, he mumbles to himself, "Ale, my trusty sword, you never let me down. But these hand axes... I think they deserve names too." He scratches his chin, deep in thought. "How about Tankard and Keg? Yes, that has a nice ring to it. Tankard, meet Keg. Keg, this is Tankard. Hahahaha!"
He chuckles at his own whimsical naming choice and then continues, "And speaking of tankards, I could really go for a bath right now. Lady Baskers left me with a bit of her... essence, and I don't think that's a fragrance I want to carry around with me." He wrinkles his nose in disgust. "Hahahaha! Maybe that's just me! Hahahaha!"
Clas quickly retrieves his weapons and heads back to the group, a wry grin on his face.
"Well, Lady Baskers might have been a bit... unruly, but she did mention something interesting. There are more prisoners down the hall to the west. Prisoners she wasn't too keen on, but perhaps they're worth checking out."
He raises an eyebrow and adds with a smirk, "Who knows, maybe we'll find some allies who don't have a penchant for trying to eat us. Hahahaha!" Clas chuckles softly before getting back on track, "So, what do you all say? Up for a bit more adventuring before we take a well-deserved rest? Hahahaha!" His enthusiasm present, as always, and he eagerly awaits the party's response.
Never underestimate the power of a finely crafted barrel, my friend! It is both a vessel of strength and a symbol of resilience.
While Clas waits for everyone to discuss the options, he makes sure he has a purple flag, taking it from someone if necessary, and then goes and collects Nim. "Nim! When you jumped on that She-Wolf's back... Hahahaha! That was most awesome thing I have ever seen! Hahahaha! Your sister is going to be so proud of you! Hahahaha!"
Never underestimate the power of a finely crafted barrel, my friend! It is both a vessel of strength and a symbol of resilience.
Tarysaa looks around at her companions. "We are tattered and torn. IF... I say... IF we go and explore to the west side, We. Touch. NOTHING. None of our magic weavers have enough energy for more spells unless Daisy can do infinite 'magic rocks' to arm us all to throw. If we run into another yeth hound or something WORSE, we are all dead."
Tarysaa tries to dust herself off and looks at her blood stained side frowning as she uses Prestidigitation to clean up the worst of it... though it does nothing for her blood splattered personage nor mends her clothing. "Anyone else want the dust knocked off your kit and clothing?" She will walk among them all and lightly touch a shoulder or arm and Prestidigitates any who indicate they could use 'fresher clothing'.
"No more 'deals with demons or hell hounds'. No more releasing unless we can confer and confirm that it is some 'thing' that will not turn on us at the first chance they get. IF those images upstairs indicate 'other prisoners', there are some Celestials down here that MIGHT... MIGHT be of aid to us. Or, they may see us as ants and crush us before flying away. ALL of these creatures have been imprisoned for AT LEAST 250 years thanks to Kylth Harpell's experiments with extraplanars. And remember, those images also had dragons and fiends," she shivers at the thought, "Personally, I do not wish to have to test myself against a dragon or fiend."
Waves a hand toward the Eastern alcove and the spitting, whirling energies contained by another sigil circle. "THAT might be a way out to somewhere else in the world OR the doorway to the Nether Planes. I do NOT know. This magic is far beyond my level of understanding. We do NOT go near it or 'release it."
She stands leaning heavily on her rune covered staff, "With that all said, I don't mind 'exploring' but we can not get into another battle or we will die."
Hahahaha! Looks like you found your confidence Tarysaa! Hahahaha! Clas nudges Nim and smiles.
Never underestimate the power of a finely crafted barrel, my friend! It is both a vessel of strength and a symbol of resilience.
Ardana looks at Clas pointedly: "I didn't hear you accepting the terms."
Clas notices the tension in the air as Tarysaa lays down her conditions. He glances at Ardana and then back to Tarysaa, flashing a disarming grin. "Well now, Tarysaa, you've made some fair points there, and I'm inclined to agree. No sense in making deals with fiends when we can avoid it." He winks at her before turning his gaze to Ardana.
"But let's not forget, we're a team here," he continues, his tone light and jovial. "I'm all for teamwork and making decisions together before things happen and abiding by them. After all, who else is going to appreciate my tales of ale and misadventures? Hahahaha!" Clas chuckles and pats Ardana on the shoulder in a friendly manner. "So, let's agree to agree on this, and we'll stick together like the well-oiled machine we are. Hahahaha!" His laughter fills the chamber. "Besides, we should all be proud of how far we've come without resting when we thought we needed to rest. Now, we have an opportunity to go even further so long as we do it sensibly and cautiously. Hahahaha! I agree. Ardana? Nim? Daisy? Ilwythe? Do we all agree?"
Never underestimate the power of a finely crafted barrel, my friend! It is both a vessel of strength and a symbol of resilience.
"You know what, Clas?! We wouldn't have even had to kill that strange wolf if you wouldn't have let it out to begin with... Probably wouldn't have had to fight that thing claiming to be the guardian either. And I haven't heard any sort of 'sorry' for the trouble you've caused. You may be down here for 'ale' and other ways you can tell some wild tale of your adventures. Some of us have more important matters to get on to after this!
Do I want to get out of here as soon as we can so I can go save my Gare?! Yes! But, I gave my word to Martha and intend on trying to help her the best I can. If I end up dying then I'm no use to either of them. Also, I don't see a point in going any further if we're trying to avoid any sort of fight or harm. We can step on something the wrong way and end up causing something bad to happen. You and I both know that, Tarysaa.
So, no. I don't agree. Because at this point, I have to choose between saving my own skin so I can help my family, or one of you... and pretty sure y'all know the answer to that one. If we take a rest then I can help you all better."
"Daisy," Clas begins, his voice calm and sincere, "I understand where you're coming from, truly. We all have our reasons for being here, and they're all important. Sometimes, in this chaotic place, we might make decisions that lead to unexpected challenges. But let me assure you, I'm committed to making sure we all get out of this mess safely. I promise to always have your back as I always have without saying it. I didn't judge that thing on its looks; and I didn't know what it was other than a prisoner. None of us knew that guardian was even present. I'm not going to apologize for being an adventurer and springing a trap accidentally. And I'm going to be me, I don't cower... although apparently, I run away at times. Hahahaha! Things happen. I take risks. Adventurers take risks. We rest or we don't rest. I thought perhaps we might wish to know ahead of time what we're walking into so we can prepare ourselves better. Maybe know what spells might be more useful, maybe find an ally."
He offers Daisy a friendly smile, hoping to ease the tension. "We're a team, after all, and teams stick together, even in the wildest of misadventures. So, let's focus on getting through this together, alright?" Clas extends a hand for a handshake, symbolizing his commitment to unity within the group.
Never underestimate the power of a finely crafted barrel, my friend! It is both a vessel of strength and a symbol of resilience.