OOC; I'm not gonna be able to post until the day after tomorrow, so you can bot for me. Do whatever you think Threl would do, and maybe something related to the curse will happen (rage anyone?)
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Threl moves out of the darkness, screaming something about dark servants and dark eldritch deities and faceless things with backwards hands scuttling on many-jointed limbs in the darkness, flicking nacreous tongues to taste the acrid air, chittering and ululating in stillborn languages whose understanding would split the skull of any mortal who heard them. Something like that. With that, he casts healing word on Evelyn, healing her for 8 hit points, while throwing a dagger at one of the last gnolls. He misses spectacularly, but makes sure everyone is well aware that it was actually all part of his own dark plan.
By now, he has well established that these gnolls have no damn clue what he's saying.
The two remaining gnolls begin to fire, one at Threl, while the other attempts to dispatch that bloody bird. Both shots miss Threl, but the gnoll finally manages to take the vulture down, tearing its throat out with its claws. It uses a bonus action to begin climbing down the cliff, but has no one to make a bite attack against, so it finishes up the movement by engaging with Olan.
Ruthmum shouts in rage as his vulture dies, and he and Chakka both attack the gnoll closest to them.
(With your guys' average DPR, I'm going to say that the odds of not killing both of these gnolls before they get a turn is very low, and I'm going to call it here.)
With only two gnolls remaining, one of them heavily injured, you all manage to easily dispatch them, and soon the battlefield is cleared. What do you all do next?
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Olan waits for the darkness, webs and tangles to dissipate before he moves to join the others. Whilst he waits he patches up his wounds and searches the gnolls close to him for any arrows, coins or other loot.
"They were moving," Nodjeim points out. "Before I died. The first time... We should check their gear for anything worthwhile and then hightail it elsewhere to rest. There could be more in the caves still and I don't think I'm the only wounded..."
Evelyn wakes up and feels pain seemingly everywhere in her body. She groans but due to the healing magic is able to sit up and move around. "That was a close one," she murmurs, still in shock. "Yes, please, let's get somewhere safe." She starts to shiver and hugs herself.
OOC: I feel it's very on brand for Threl, considering his track record with weapon attacks, to say he "misses spectacularly, but makes sure everyone is well aware that it was actually all part of his own dark plan" lol.
Sjaking his head, Threl sits on a rock, sheathing his rapier. After a second of clearing his head, he stands, and heads over to his dagger, and picks it up. For a long second, he fingers the blade, thinking. Pocketing the blade, he continues walking around the camp, until he comes to rest besides Evelyn. "With gnolls on the loose, I'm not sure there is a safe place near here" He looks at Nodjeim "you think there will be more in the cave? Then we should kill them! Maybe not right now, as I feel awfully drained, but we shouldn't just leave the foul creatures to fester and grow once again."
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"I'm no gnoll expert. No idea if over that hill will be safe or if there will be more in the caves. I just know we are wounded and need rest before finishing the job," Nodjeim agrees. Nodjeim takes a moment to look himself over, moving robes and bandages aside before righting and tightening and trying to set himself a bit more to right. "I don't need sleep but I do need rest. And right outside their home does not seem ideal for either."
Then, with a grunt, Nodjeim pushes himself to his feet and goes about scavenging amongst the corpses and their belongings to see what is to be found.
"True. What if the rest of the party retreats to the cave, while of us stay to watch over from that bluff?" Threl points to whichever cliff looks like it would give a good hiding spot that two people could rest in. "Or we could all camp at that cliff"
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The gnolls have plenty of barbed arrows, enough that the archers in the party can reasonably just use them instead of normal arrows from now on, unless you don't encounter any gnoll archers for a while. Unfortunately, there is very little else in terms of equipment. The giant gnolls wear sheets of metal as armor that could potentially be salvaged, but they'd be heavy and would need a safe space and the right tools to be worked into anything of use.
As Olan looks over the crowned gnoll itself, he sees very little that is interesting on its body, besides the iron, thorny crown it wears, which seems to have grown a little bit into its head. However, as he turns it over, it coughs up a bit of blood in his face - the gnoll is alive! Unconscious, but alive.
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
His thrust connected to the side of the neck and as he pulled steel from flesh his arm found little resistance to the other flank. The opening attack became a decapitation, blood gushing as he returned to the Darkness. Inside the spell he opened his eyes once again and just in time to see his companions finish the other enemies. We brought them Hells. All of the Nine.
“This one may be different.” The warlock states, weapon still draw. “It could use magic and the ogre-like ones tried to save it. During the fight.”His eyes focused on the crown. The one wearing should be killed, he was certain. But it was better to leave that unsaid. The promise of survival could be used to make it speak, before torment was necessary to make the promise of relief persuasive enough. “Who wants to try the interrogation?”
The best options were himself and Threl. They were raised to deal with situations like that and together was more than likely they could make anyone sing, but Veldruk would not suggest as much. It was a dangerous thing for him to ever look slightly prone to the ways of his kin. Even now, even in a group he faced death so many times like that.
"I can try. I'll make him sing like a bird if he can understand me, but first, bind him. Hands, feet, everything. And gag him for now. If he gets any spells off, it'll be bad news for us." Threlpulls out some rope and hands it to one of the more dexterous party members (assuming sleight of hand is the skilled needed to make sure the gnoll can't escape)
Nodjeim is willing enough to tie up the captive (Sleight of Hand, if wanted: 13 (wow I am just rolling poorly today)) and he's not against the idea of interrogation but he's unsure how effective it'll be if a common language isn't found. "I speak Draconic, Dwarvish and Elvish, besides the common of course. I have understood any of it's words. Has anyone?"
Death Save - 18
Extended Signature
Characters: Bryony Alderleaf (Phandelver and Below) ♦ Vesta Trevelyan (Vecna: Eve of Ruin) ♦ Ada Kendrick (Curse of Strahd) ♦ Gareth Blackwood (Dragon of Icespire Peak) ♦ Karys Velthune (Out of the Abyss) ♦ Surina Xarith (Simple, Heroic Adventure)
DM: Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus
Evelyn coughs up a bit of blood.
Threl, you’re up!
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
OOC; I'm not gonna be able to post until the day after tomorrow, so you can bot for me. Do whatever you think Threl would do, and maybe something related to the curse will happen (rage anyone?)
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"I don't make sense to you, and I don't make sense to myself. Maybe the only one I make sense to is God" ~ Me, trying to sound smart
Threl moves out of the darkness, screaming something about dark servants and dark eldritch deities and faceless things with backwards hands scuttling on many-jointed limbs in the darkness, flicking nacreous tongues to taste the acrid air, chittering and ululating in stillborn languages whose understanding would split the skull of any mortal who heard them. Something like that. With that, he casts healing word on Evelyn, healing her for 8 hit points, while throwing a dagger at one of the last gnolls. He misses spectacularly, but makes sure everyone is well aware that it was actually all part of his own dark plan.
By now, he has well established that these gnolls have no damn clue what he's saying.
The two remaining gnolls begin to fire, one at Threl, while the other attempts to dispatch that bloody bird. Both shots miss Threl, but the gnoll finally manages to take the vulture down, tearing its throat out with its claws. It uses a bonus action to begin climbing down the cliff, but has no one to make a bite attack against, so it finishes up the movement by engaging with Olan.
Ruthmum shouts in rage as his vulture dies, and he and Chakka both attack the gnoll closest to them.
(With your guys' average DPR, I'm going to say that the odds of not killing both of these gnolls before they get a turn is very low, and I'm going to call it here.)
With only two gnolls remaining, one of them heavily injured, you all manage to easily dispatch them, and soon the battlefield is cleared. What do you all do next?
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Olan waits for the darkness, webs and tangles to dissipate before he moves to join the others. Whilst he waits he patches up his wounds and searches the gnolls close to him for any arrows, coins or other loot.
Nyli Bemblade - Gnome Arcane Trickster
Portia Thornleaf - Halfling Rogue
"They were moving," Nodjeim points out. "Before I died. The first time... We should check their gear for anything worthwhile and then hightail it elsewhere to rest. There could be more in the caves still and I don't think I'm the only wounded..."
Olan, give me investigation and medicine.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Evelyn wakes up and feels pain seemingly everywhere in her body. She groans but due to the healing magic is able to sit up and move around. "That was a close one," she murmurs, still in shock. "Yes, please, let's get somewhere safe." She starts to shiver and hugs herself.
Extended Signature
Characters: Bryony Alderleaf (Phandelver and Below) ♦ Vesta Trevelyan (Vecna: Eve of Ruin) ♦ Ada Kendrick (Curse of Strahd) ♦ Gareth Blackwood (Dragon of Icespire Peak) ♦ Karys Velthune (Out of the Abyss) ♦ Surina Xarith (Simple, Heroic Adventure)
DM: Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus
Investigation 6
Medicine 16
Nyli Bemblade - Gnome Arcane Trickster
Portia Thornleaf - Halfling Rogue
OOC: I feel it's very on brand for Threl, considering his track record with weapon attacks, to say he "misses spectacularly, but makes sure everyone is well aware that it was actually all part of his own dark plan" lol.
Sjaking his head, Threl sits on a rock, sheathing his rapier. After a second of clearing his head, he stands, and heads over to his dagger, and picks it up. For a long second, he fingers the blade, thinking. Pocketing the blade, he continues walking around the camp, until he comes to rest besides Evelyn. "With gnolls on the loose, I'm not sure there is a safe place near here" He looks at Nodjeim "you think there will be more in the cave? Then we should kill them! Maybe not right now, as I feel awfully drained, but we shouldn't just leave the foul creatures to fester and grow once again."
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"I don't make sense to you, and I don't make sense to myself. Maybe the only one I make sense to is God" ~ Me, trying to sound smart
"I'm no gnoll expert. No idea if over that hill will be safe or if there will be more in the caves. I just know we are wounded and need rest before finishing the job," Nodjeim agrees. Nodjeim takes a moment to look himself over, moving robes and bandages aside before righting and tightening and trying to set himself a bit more to right. "I don't need sleep but I do need rest. And right outside their home does not seem ideal for either."
Then, with a grunt, Nodjeim pushes himself to his feet and goes about scavenging amongst the corpses and their belongings to see what is to be found.
"True. What if the rest of the party retreats to the cave, while of us stay to watch over from that bluff?" Threl points to whichever cliff looks like it would give a good hiding spot that two people could rest in. "Or we could all camp at that cliff"
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"I don't make sense to you, and I don't make sense to myself. Maybe the only one I make sense to is God" ~ Me, trying to sound smart
The gnolls have plenty of barbed arrows, enough that the archers in the party can reasonably just use them instead of normal arrows from now on, unless you don't encounter any gnoll archers for a while. Unfortunately, there is very little else in terms of equipment. The giant gnolls wear sheets of metal as armor that could potentially be salvaged, but they'd be heavy and would need a safe space and the right tools to be worked into anything of use.
As Olan looks over the crowned gnoll itself, he sees very little that is interesting on its body, besides the iron, thorny crown it wears, which seems to have grown a little bit into its head. However, as he turns it over, it coughs up a bit of blood in his face - the gnoll is alive! Unconscious, but alive.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Olan quickly scuttles back a few feet and wipes the blood from his face, hoping it doesn't have anything contagious in it.
"Hey, this one isn't dead!"
As the others respond to his call he asks the question they're all probably thinking "Do we finish it off, or try and get information?"
Nyli Bemblade - Gnome Arcane Trickster
Portia Thornleaf - Halfling Rogue
"They didn't seem to respond to my theatrics at all, which means they probably don't speak our language."
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"I don't make sense to you, and I don't make sense to myself. Maybe the only one I make sense to is God" ~ Me, trying to sound smart
His thrust connected to the side of the neck and as he pulled steel from flesh his arm found little resistance to the other flank. The opening attack became a decapitation, blood gushing as he returned to the Darkness. Inside the spell he opened his eyes once again and just in time to see his companions finish the other enemies. We brought them Hells. All of the Nine.
“This one may be different.” The warlock states, weapon still draw. “It could use magic and the ogre-like ones tried to save it. During the fight.” His eyes focused on the crown. The one wearing should be killed, he was certain. But it was better to leave that unsaid. The promise of survival could be used to make it speak, before torment was necessary to make the promise of relief persuasive enough. “Who wants to try the interrogation?”
The best options were himself and Threl. They were raised to deal with situations like that and together was more than likely they could make anyone sing, but Veldruk would not suggest as much. It was a dangerous thing for him to ever look slightly prone to the ways of his kin. Even now, even in a group he faced death so many times like that.
"I can try. I'll make him sing like a bird if he can understand me, but first, bind him. Hands, feet, everything. And gag him for now. If he gets any spells off, it'll be bad news for us." Threl pulls out some rope and hands it to one of the more dexterous party members (assuming sleight of hand is the skilled needed to make sure the gnoll can't escape)
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"I don't make sense to you, and I don't make sense to myself. Maybe the only one I make sense to is God" ~ Me, trying to sound smart
Nodjeim is willing enough to tie up the captive (Sleight of Hand, if wanted: 13 (wow I am just rolling poorly today)) and he's not against the idea of interrogation but he's unsure how effective it'll be if a common language isn't found. "I speak Draconic, Dwarvish and Elvish, besides the common of course. I have understood any of it's words. Has anyone?"
Olan helps with the tying, and can offer Goblin and Thieves Cant (neither of which are liable to be useful).
.....and with a 9 on sleight of hand is more likely to tie himself up
Nyli Bemblade - Gnome Arcane Trickster
Portia Thornleaf - Halfling Rogue
(Y'all don't have to roll to tie someone up, I assume your characters are capable of tying a knot.)
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."