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Nephira's face looks pained but peaceful in her unconscious state as Latimer applies his healing touch, her eyes moving rapidly under closed lids as visions plague her in the darkness...
She can still smell the sulfurous odor of her infernal ancestor's realm as she turns toward the green fields of home... but it is not her childhood home, but rather the snug little hovel she once shared with Maila... Her dear Maila...
The door opens and Naphira sees the dwarven ranger in her tunic and apron, rosy-cheeked and sweating from a long day's labor in the kitchen. "Yer late." Maila says, wiping her hands. "By rights I should shut the door 'n put you out to forage for yer supper."
Nephira opens her mouth, wanting so badly to make a wise-crack response... but the words don't come. Tears well in her eyes. After all the grief and pain and turbulence she's faced, at long last, she's here. She's reunited with Maila. She's home...
She begins to step forward, toward her beloved when, suddenly, she feels an uncanny magical light start to fill her being... She feels pain again... physical pain... but at the same time, she feels that pain receding. She stops... realizes what's happening and shouts out to Maila... trying to run toward the hovel, tearfully begging for one last embrace....
...but Latimer's spell revives her with an agonized gasp for air. Nephira coughs up what seems almost like a sob as she locks eyes with the cleric, eyes wide with fear and loss... when it all comes rushing back. The battle!
Her face hardens into a scowl as instincts and training immediately take control of her body. She stands, snatching up her longbow, scans the battlefield to lock onto Goblin #3. She fires an arrow at the cowardly bandit then drops back down, proneagain in expectation of the return volley.
Attack: 23 Damage: 11
+ Blessing: 2
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Rylan - L1 Human Paladin - Barty's "Princes of the Apocalypse"
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"We gonna bleed ya, dwarfsie!" calls Goblin #4 as he runs to join Goblin #2. He doesn't sound very confident. He moves then fires with his shortbow at Caledon.
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Wincing as he sees the Goblin succumbing to the frost, he gulps quite loudly, and looks around at the battlefield to gauge how they are doing.
His ears perk up as Nephira regains her feet. Breathing out a sigh of relief, he hardens his resolve and focuses on the goblin nearest the horses (#2) and moves next to Caledon (square to the East). He casts frostbite (DC 14 Con), willing the spell to take hold. (5 frost damage if it fails)
Goblin #2 turns away from the incoming spell as it blasts into a shouldered shield, caking it in frost. The creature hisses at Cressel, runs farther away, and fires at the Harengon Wizard.
Staying focused on Goblin #2, he moves within range (right against the dead horse I guess), and recasts frostbite (DC 14 CON) (3 frost dmg if it fails). Will also attempt to use telekinetic: shove to pull it back 5 feet towards me (DC 14 STR).
(Was originally 3 dmg, don't want to cheat, so removed the roll)
Goblin #2 shudders as the frostbite crawls into the arrow-wound and freezes him stiff. Goblin #2 is dead!
WE ARE OUT OF INITIATIVE, FOLKS!
The echoes of battle fade into the woods and are lost. Bodies of four goblins and two horses litter the ground. The oxen you left behind moo anxiously.
[How are your characters responding to this fight? What would you like to do now?]
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Sinking to the ground, his eyes will dart from side to side expecting to see more Goblins.
Perception:12 (For his surroundings)
Almost out of habit, he'll start reaching into his bag to get his book and quill to begin summarizing the encounter and sketching the goblins. As he does, he notices his bloody robe and the arrow, his eyes will flutter and start to roll back in his head, but they refocus and he uses prestidigitation to start cleaning himself up.
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Nephira spits as she watches the final goblin crumple to the floor. She's still a bit disoriented from her... journey... but she masks that behind her stern expression and focus on the task at hand. For a moment, she locks eyes with Latimer but immediately turns away, focusing her attention instead on examining the bodies of the goblins for any markings that confirm their clan association, or involvement with any larger gang.
Investigation: 21
Remembering what her contact in Neverwinter told her about the Cragmaw goblins, she tries to recall what she knows about the tribe.
History: 4
"One of these gobs called out the name, Cragmaw..." She says. "It's a clan name. Contact of mine back in Neverwinter suggested they're the ones causing the bulk of the mischief around these parts... but says they've never been able to pack this sort of punch before." She pushes one of the bodies over with her foot, continuing her search for markings.
"Either way,"She continues, "It looks like these lot are our quarry. So, if we can pick up their trail, we might be able to follow it back their base camp. That's good for us. We can sneak in, catch 'em off-guard. Smoke em out. Send 'em packing. Earn our pay. Get to Phandalin and start drinking all this mess away. What do you think?" Shelooks to the others. Despite her brash rhetoric, she seems earnestly interested in their opinions.
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Rylan - L1 Human Paladin - Barty's "Princes of the Apocalypse"
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Nephira's face looks pained but peaceful in her unconscious state as Latimer applies his healing touch, her eyes moving rapidly under closed lids as visions plague her in the darkness...
She can still smell the sulfurous odor of her infernal ancestor's realm as she turns toward the green fields of home... but it is not her childhood home, but rather the snug little hovel she once shared with Maila... Her dear Maila...
The door opens and Naphira sees the dwarven ranger in her tunic and apron, rosy-cheeked and sweating from a long day's labor in the kitchen. "Yer late." Maila says, wiping her hands. "By rights I should shut the door 'n put you out to forage for yer supper."
Nephira opens her mouth, wanting so badly to make a wise-crack response... but the words don't come. Tears well in her eyes. After all the grief and pain and turbulence she's faced, at long last, she's here. She's reunited with Maila. She's home...
She begins to step forward, toward her beloved when, suddenly, she feels an uncanny magical light start to fill her being... She feels pain again... physical pain... but at the same time, she feels that pain receding. She stops... realizes what's happening and shouts out to Maila... trying to run toward the hovel, tearfully begging for one last embrace....
...but Latimer's spell revives her with an agonized gasp for air. Nephira coughs up what seems almost like a sob as she locks eyes with the cleric, eyes wide with fear and loss... when it all comes rushing back. The battle!
Her face hardens into a scowl as instincts and training immediately take control of her body. She stands, snatching up her longbow, scans the battlefield to lock onto Goblin #3. She fires an arrow at the cowardly bandit then drops back down, prone again in expectation of the return volley.
Attack: 23 Damage: 11
+ Blessing: 2
DM - Classic Adventures Reborn
Rylan - L1 Human Paladin - Barty's "Princes of the Apocalypse"
[Nephira, you receive +1 point of Inspiration for that excellent scene. Above and beyond.]
Nephira hits the wounded goblin! Goblin #3 is DEAD! Two more to go...
INITIATIVE ORDER
23 - Cressel
17 - Goblin #2
16 - Latimer
11 - Nephira
9 - Caledon <-- YOUR TURN!
4 - Goblin #4
The goblins AC = 15
Caledon moves 30’ placing himself squarely on the road ahead of his allies 20’ from gob 2 action dodge, “Come on wretches let’s dance!”
(oops. Rolled for goblin #2, but it's goblin #4's turn. I'll have a post up soon)
"We gonna bleed ya, dwarfsie!" calls Goblin #4 as he runs to join Goblin #2. He doesn't sound very confident. He moves then fires with his shortbow at Caledon.
Attack: 7 OR 17 , whichever is lower.
Damage: 4
Goblin #4 misses! Cressel, you're up!
ROUND 4
INITIATIVE ORDER
23 - Cressel <-- YOUR TURN!
17 - Goblin #2
16 - Latimer
11 - Nephira
9 - Caledon
4 - Goblin #4
The goblins AC = 15
Wincing as he sees the Goblin succumbing to the frost, he gulps quite loudly, and looks around at the battlefield to gauge how they are doing.
His ears perk up as Nephira regains her feet. Breathing out a sigh of relief, he hardens his resolve and focuses on the goblin nearest the horses (#2) and moves next to Caledon (square to the East). He casts frostbite (DC 14 Con), willing the spell to take hold. (5 frost damage if it fails)
Goblin #2 CON Save: 20
Goblin #2 turns away from the incoming spell as it blasts into a shouldered shield, caking it in frost. The creature hisses at Cressel, runs farther away, and fires at the Harengon Wizard.
Attack: 10 , Damage: 7
Goblin#2 misses!
INITIATIVE ORDER
23 - Cressel
17 - Goblin #2
16 - Latimer <-- YOUR TURN!
11 - Nephira
9 - Caledon
4 - Goblin #4
The goblins AC = 15
Latimer hefts his shield, runs down the road, and calls upon Akadi for her judgement upon Goblin #4. Sacred Flame
Goblin DEX Save: 6
Goblin #4 cries and hides their face from the radiant light and takes no damage.
INITIATIVE ORDER
23 - Cressel
17 - Goblin #2
16 - Latimer
11 - Nephira <-- YOUR TURN!
9 - Caledon
4 - Goblin #4
The goblins AC = 15
Nephira, seeing her allies converging on Goblin #4 turns her attention instead toward Goblin #2.
She stands and sends an arrow towards Goblin #2 shouting, "Don't let 'em scamper off 'til we know where the rest are hiding!"
Attack: 21 Damage: 4
Blessing: 2
DM - Classic Adventures Reborn
Rylan - L1 Human Paladin - Barty's "Princes of the Apocalypse"
As Nephira's arrow literally zips past Caledon's head, he turns with a maniacal grin, rushing straight for goblin number four, "Now you die!"
Attack 19 Bless 2 Damage if a hit 11
Nephira's arrow flies true and wounds Goblin #2!
Caledon - with a single stroke - slays Goblin #4!!
Only Goblin #2 remains! Cressel, you're up!
INITIATIVE ORDER
23 - Cressel <-- YOUR TURN!
17 - Goblin #2
16 - Latimer
11 - Nephira
9 - Caledon
The goblins AC = 15
Staying focused on Goblin #2, he moves within range (right against the dead horse I guess), and recasts frostbite (DC 14 CON) (3 frost dmg if it fails). Will also attempt to use telekinetic: shove to pull it back 5 feet towards me (DC 14 STR).
(Was originally 3 dmg, don't want to cheat, so removed the roll)
Goblin #2 CON Save: 13
Goblin #2 shudders as the frostbite crawls into the arrow-wound and freezes him stiff. Goblin #2 is dead!
WE ARE OUT OF INITIATIVE, FOLKS!
The echoes of battle fade into the woods and are lost. Bodies of four goblins and two horses litter the ground. The oxen you left behind moo anxiously.
[How are your characters responding to this fight? What would you like to do now?]
Sinking to the ground, his eyes will dart from side to side expecting to see more Goblins.
Perception: 12 (For his surroundings)
Almost out of habit, he'll start reaching into his bag to get his book and quill to begin summarizing the encounter and sketching the goblins. As he does, he notices his bloody robe and the arrow, his eyes will flutter and start to roll back in his head, but they refocus and he uses prestidigitation to start cleaning himself up.
Nephira spits as she watches the final goblin crumple to the floor. She's still a bit disoriented from her... journey... but she masks that behind her stern expression and focus on the task at hand. For a moment, she locks eyes with Latimer but immediately turns away, focusing her attention instead on examining the bodies of the goblins for any markings that confirm their clan association, or involvement with any larger gang.
Investigation: 21
Remembering what her contact in Neverwinter told her about the Cragmaw goblins, she tries to recall what she knows about the tribe.
History: 4
"One of these gobs called out the name, Cragmaw..." She says. "It's a clan name. Contact of mine back in Neverwinter suggested they're the ones causing the bulk of the mischief around these parts... but says they've never been able to pack this sort of punch before." She pushes one of the bodies over with her foot, continuing her search for markings.
"Either way," She continues, "It looks like these lot are our quarry. So, if we can pick up their trail, we might be able to follow it back their base camp. That's good for us. We can sneak in, catch 'em off-guard. Smoke em out. Send 'em packing. Earn our pay. Get to Phandalin and start drinking all this mess away. What do you think?" She looks to the others. Despite her brash rhetoric, she seems earnestly interested in their opinions.
DM - Classic Adventures Reborn
Rylan - L1 Human Paladin - Barty's "Princes of the Apocalypse"