Ok, I'm gonna bot for Emilia, and say she just runs for the gate, slipping past Beshlog into the town

Artun, GO!

If it ain't broke, don't fix it. 

Another lightning bolt comes down at the leader, for 15 lightning damage on a failed DC16 dex check, half on a success, as he flies towards the top of the gate where the guards are shooting from. 

(also, just for reference for when we are safe assuming combat ends, these lightning bolts will continue to strike the leader every 6 seconds for a total duration of 10 minutes, or until they are out of sight or more than 60ft away from where we started)

Dex Save: 22

Lightning comes crashing down as Artun shoots through the sky towards the gate, landing on top next to the very bewildered guards "Are...Are you a witch?" One of them asks, noting the broom and controlling of the weather. 

Everyone has made it to the gate! We are now out of initiative

We'll say that Demetrius and Ember slip inside, just as the doors are closing. The beasts charge forward, ramming themselves against the gate, trying to get in, but to no avail. The town of Rorc was made to last. You all turn, panting, and out of breath, to see cramped buildings stretch out before you, nervous and dirty townsfolk peeking thier heads out of doors and windows. Somewhere in the distance, a baby is crying at the continued sound of thunder. Far above the rest of the buildings is the twisting and spiraling wizards tower. Beshlog, it looks oddly familiar, except, you have never been to Rorc in your life, having lived in the mountains and tundra to the north most of your life. One of the guards approaches the party "Where...where's the supplies?" Fear and stress makes the slight man's voice quaver. those among you skilled in the way of battle training know that Rorc must be desperate if they are using someone so untrained and meek for a guard.

Artan chuckles. "Not a witch. Just attuned with nature, and someone gave me a broom to help my travels." he sends a lightning bolt down at the gate to catch multiple beasts in one go (7 damage not that we are continuing combat) and then in regards to the guard "We were ambushed by those creatures in the night. We brought what we could quickly, but had to leave the cart or you would have had nothing at all, our lives included. I will fly back and check if the cart and supplies have survived once I have managed to get some rest, and can bring some more back in my bag. It is a lot bigger on the inside than it looks. I can probably take one more person with me."

(thought the damage roll looked low. Should be d10. So 11)

"You have a magic bag, can control the weather, and friends that give you witches's brooms. Sounds like you're a witch" One of the guards replies, looking at you suspiciously. The other guard steps forward

"Jlurn, cut it out. These guys are the heroes. The ones we were warned....I mean, told to watch out for and to escort safely to Him." the other guard rumbles, his massive frame towering above Emilia, Demetrius, & Ember. He can almost look Beshlog and Artun in the eye, which is quite impressive for a human. He turns towards you "Thank you for saving what supplies you could. Anything helps. And no need for you to fetch the supplies, we can send a delegation to go find them later. We've been expecting your arrival. Come this way" Artun catches the fleeing forms of the beasts through a crack in the grate as the massive man walks off, the smaller one, Jlurn, scurrying behind.

As you walk through the streets, those among you who are more observant have the distinct impression that this is a sad town, one plagued by rot, both inside and out. People shrink away from you. Or is the guards they are hiding from? All the people you glimpse are bone thin, with bags under their eyes, as if they have't slept or eaten in ages. The oppressive air of the town dampens your adrenaline, turning the primal fear you felt as you fled to more of a gnawing dread, as if the whole town was poised on the edge of a ravine, waiting to fall in.

Artan will release another lightning bolt at the beasts as he sees them through the crack, before waving his hand to the sky dramatically (all for effect at that one guard) with the clouds vanishing as quickly as they appeared (dropping concentration). "Ah but a Witch would turn you into a frog, whereas I can turn myself into one only. Or summon some for that matter." he winks at the tall guard, following a long.

the smaller guard cowers in fear, stuttering an unintelligible reply then hurrying along, muttering under his breath. The taller man merely grunts. He is not so easily fazed by the apparent danger of a spell-caster.

Emilia, just barely catching up with the rest of the group after entering. Her robe is, well... tattered after she shot herself. Tinged with ash and torn towards the very bottom, she miserably hums. Wiping some debris off of her robes and patting them free of some dirt she kicked up, she looks to both of the guards.

You all walk down the streets, until, finally, you stand in the town square. Instead of a fountain or statue dominating the middle like a normal town square, this common area is home to the aformentioned wizard tower. It is at least six, if not more floors, its cracked bricks a grimy limestone. A sign on the door reads "Lord Mage's Tower. Do Not Disturb. In Case Of Emergency, Ring Bell" Next to the door is a a small, brass hand bell on a table.

Jlurn picks up the hand bell and tentatively rings it. No sound is heard from the bell, though the door instantly creaks open, revealing an impossibly tall and slender man with pale grey skin wearing a tattered grey suit, with a long mustache above his frowning lips. "The master is not seeing visitors right now" 

"But!..." Jlurn protests, his sqeauky voice grating on your ears

"No buts! Come back later, Human." The Grey Man retorts, then slams the door.

Before it closes, the larger man catches it, holding it open. Despite the Grey Man's skinny frame, the large guard has trouble keeping the door open, his massive biceps straining to keep it open "These are Them. They are here." the guard says, gesturing to you.

"They are? Not what I was expecting. I shall inform the Master. Nevertheless, come back later" The Grey Man says, then slams the door. The large guard turns back to you

"Well that's that. I'm Qrob, and this is Jlurn. We might as well find you a place to sleep. Tavern is that way" Qrob points to your left at a short, wide building with a tall, spindly chimney on it. Qrob beckons Jlurn and they walk off. The time of day is about 10 or 11 in the morning, so you have some time until you go to bed, so 

what would you like to do?

Artan will go and ring the bell, and assuming the Grey Man answers, will ask "Sorry for disturbing you again, but when you say later, how much later do you expect it will be?"

Emilia will go and set her things down, turning to the slammed door with a slightly agitated look on her face. "Now, what's so important to the old man that he leaves his guests lying around, mmm?" She huffs, turning to one of the guards and giving a look. "You two have any answer? And a washroom, by chance?" She asks, coughing into her elbow right after. 

The man does not answer the door.

As the guards walk away, Jlurn calls back to Emilia "Go to the inn. They'll fix you up. nice and comfy"

"Don't have to tell me twice." Ember says, turning to follow the guards.  "Come on gang.  Beasts were almost more welcoming than the town"

Emilia nods in understanding. "Marvelous. Bless the both of you." She bows in courtesy before following the two guards as well.

To be clear, the guards are walking back towards their post at the wall.

The inn is about 30ft to your left on the edge of the town square. You turn towards it, and notice the peeling, garish yellow paint, as if someone tried to make it look nice and failed. Miserably.

As you approach the building, a man wearing rags is pushed out of the tavern, clearly inebriated to an almost concerning degree. The man stumbles, and falls with a crunch, clearly, he just knocked out some teeth on the cracked and grimy cobblestone of the street. From the doorway, three brutish looking hooligans jeer and heckle at the poor man.

"Emilia.  You think "Cure Wounds", maybe boosted a level or two, would fix whatever this poor sot broke?"

(DM, would we know?)

As she approaches the inn alongside Ember, she gives a look of distaste towards not only the heckling men, but the intoxicated fellow who took a good fall as well. It's a little too far for her to see well, but she can tell what just happened. "That's what alcohol does to you... I'll go see what I can do with the poor sap."

She gives an affirmative nod to Ember before walking over to the injured man, her gaze turning from both the hooligans then back to him. "Gentlemen." She shoots a glare at the trio, trying her best to send a message.

(( DM, Should I roll Intimidation or something like that? ))

You can try. Roll with disadvantage, as a bunch of louts like these aren't exactly going to be scared by a 5ft tall female sheep-person cleric.

A healing spell would heal the various bruises and scrapes on him, but not replace the teeth. But if you want to try something special on this guy, go ahead (and roll me arcana or religion if you want to do so)

Alrighty. Here's my shot! 

Intimidation: 12ci

Emilia, turning her attention back to the man, decides to try something a little greater than a Cure Wounds; A prayer of healing should hopefully do the trick, she thinks. However, she thinks it's best to ponder other options to see what should work.

And for Religion: 14

Hmm..maybe...no. that wouldn't work...what if?.. no, that wouldn't work either.

You don't know how you would get some of this mans teeth back in his mouth, but you're sure to find a way. right now, you should deal with the hulking thugs walking towards you,

The brutes sally up, looking down at Emelia with a laugh "What brings someone like you to town? I though animals were supposed to stay in their pins" the largest one says. He's almost uglier than one of the beasts, at least in your opinion. His two cronies guffaw, laughing almost forcibly at the joke their leader made.