Arlynnvanishes in a blink, the Lizardfolk's spear thrust passing through empty air.
Spear Attack: 9
[Admittedly not sure on how to rule this. Misty Step evades AOO, but this was a readied attack. It misses, so it's just an academic issue.]
The spectral tentacle swipes at the Pseudodragon, which flies just out of reach.
As Eroncalls down a healing spell and quaffs the healing potion, the captain's face contorts into an exaggerated expression of mock outrage. “Oh, come now!” he exclaims, gesturing with his cutlass as the marine’s wounds close up. “Healing potions? Bad form! What’s next? Reinforcements?”
He digs into his coat pocket and retrieves a leather skin, popping the cork off with his thumb in a theatrical flourish. “Well, two can play at that game, mate.” He takes a swig and grimaces as the potent rum burns its way down his throat. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he grins wickedly. “Not healing, mind you, but it’s good for the nerves. Now, where were we?”
Cutlass Attack: 7 (Miss)
With a sudden burst of ferocity, he lunges forward, his cutlass flashing in the dim light as he tries for a clean strike, his grin faltering as Eronparries it with one of his blades.
Arlynn
Eron
Captain Snakes Eyes
Fane
Vyth
???
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
Fanekeeps up the pressure on the captain, striking out with a series of blows, but the his cutlass is a blur of movement. With precision, he parries each strike, the clash of steel ringing out across the deck. “Ah, there it is!” he crows, twirling his cutlass. “Finally hit my stride, eh? Took me long enough.” Despite the blood staining much of his coat and his visible injuries, the captain stands tall, his smirk returning.
Below, the lizardfolk cocks his head in disgust at the spectral tentacle chasing his pet. With a growl, he thrusts his spear at the eerie, glowing appendage—but it passes through harmlessly, as if striking smoke. His yellow eyes widen in frustration, and he lets out a bellow, half-growl and half-snarl. "Rrrah! What sorcery disss?" he hisses, his voice a jagged mix of broken Common and some unknown language. "Thriiik-vazrrr draahl!"
He slams his spear into the deck in fury. The pseudodragon screeches, its tail lashing anxiously as it lands on its master's back and clings to his armor, glaring at the ghostly tentacle as if it, too, shares in his confusion and rage. It takes the dodge, trying to keep out of reach of the tentacle.
Suddenly, the sound of a door crashing open draws everyone’s attention. Up the stairs from below deck, three more pirates charge onto the scene, weapons in hand. One is a towering brute of a half-orc with a cruel hook for a hand. The others, less imposing perhaps but no less determined, fan out behind him.
The captain throws a glance their way and grins. “Well, well, well! Did someone mention reinforcements? About time you lot showed up.”
Turning back to Fane and Eron, he flicks his cutlass toward the newcomers and says, almost conspiratorially, “I should warn you - these lot are the finest swordsmen I happen to have available to me at present."
Shouting back down at the pirates, he cries, "What are you waiting for, lads? Bjorn is fishfood... that means there's a promotion on deck for the first man to score a kill!”
The pirates let out a ragged cheer and rush into the fray, their weapons gleaming in the dim light.
It isn't all bad news, however. Two more 'twangs' ring out from the dark waters below as a pair of crossbow bolts sail up and impact the lizardfolk warrior near the starboard rail, courtesy of the marines in the jollyboat below.
Light Crossbow: 17 Damage: 4
Light Crossbow: 21 Damage: 6
It hisses and pops its teeth at the unseen threat.
Arlynn
Eron
Captain Snakes Eyes
Fane
Vyth
Pirates and Bosun
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
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The spectral tentacle swiftly slides across the main deck to end up at the stairs to the poop deck, hovering menacingly over the brutish half-orc smuggler, hopefully making the crew hesitant to go through it and join their captain, then thrashing at the half-orc with full force.
Tentacle: 20 Cold: 12 Movement reduced by 10 feet.
Meanwhile the blue-haired half-elf has no compunction about unleashing a dark azure beam of crackling eldritch force towards the distracted and bloodied captain.
Eldritch Blast: 10 Force: 11
(I assume the Gust of Wind is still active but which direction would it have? It would affect Arlynn's movement at the end of her turn :-)
[If no bonus action has been used to change its direction, then the wind is still pointed south.]
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
(Thanks, if okay Arlynn would move slightly to the west, just enough to catch Captain Snake Eyes in the southwards gale but not her companions, I think he would possibly roll a save on his turn :-)
“You will not weather this storm captain.” Eron says as he feels the healing power wash over himself. Then quick as a lightning strike to the mast, his sword lashes out.
Bonus action Slayer’s prey Action attack 11 to hit…
The pirate captain is besieged by a powerful gust of wind. His clumsy efforts to retain his balance also cause Eronand Arlynn'sattacks to sail wide of their target. His hat is blown off his head but he snags it out of middair just as it nearly sailed off into the darkness. Apparently convinced his current position is no longer tenable, the captain disengages from Faneand Eron, struggling against the wind to move up beside Arlynn.
"Rattle your bones, you bilge rats!" he hollers at his crew over the sound of roaring wind. "These scurvy dogs ain't your garden-variety privateers—they’ve got sorcery at their backs, and they'll sink us if we don't stop them! Get your blades out, your heads in the game, and fight like your lives depend on it—'cause they do!"
Arlynn
Eron
Captain Snakes Eyes
Fane
Vyth
Pirates and Bosun
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
Fanedrives her shortswords into the Captains guts. As the captain falls to his knees, clutching at a gaping wound and staggering backward, he chuckles darkly, blood staining his teeth. With his final breath, he sneers, "Well, ain’t this a mutiny of fate... Guess the sharks'll have their feast tonight!" He collapses to the deck with a dull thud, his cutlass slipping from his hand.
Below, the lizardfolk hisses in frustration, glancing upward at the deck and then back to the pirates around him. Raising his spear, he growls in broken Common, "Capssssstain... issss fallen," he snarls, his yellow eyes narrowing. "What it mean for deal? You promissse weaponsss... ssssstill?"
The half-orc bosun steps forward, smearing blood from a broken nose where the tentacle had struck him and grinning wickedly. "Look at me... Look at me!" he bellows, thumping his chest with one meaty hand. "I AM THE CAPTAIN NOW!" The lizardfolk narrows its reptilian eyes, but listens as the bosun continues with a sly grin, "Help us secure this ship, and I’ll see to it you get all those weapons and more. Double the supply. Just get up there and deal with them!"
The lizardfolk tilts his head, a low growl vibrating in his throat. He considers the words, his claws flexing against his spear. "Hmph. Fine. You promissse more weaponsss, more than before. I help crush intruderrrssss." With a final hiss, he climbs up and over the rail to the poop deck, his scaled tail flicking behind him. Glancing back toward the pirates below, he jerks his shield toward the spectral tentacle writhing nearby. "That thing? Bah! Illussssion! Can’t harm it. Don’t be dissssstracted! Focusss fight! Kill the magicsss firssst!"
The lizardfolk steps between Faneand Arlynn, turning its attack on the warlock currently manipulating the wind magic. The tiny Pseudodragon departs its master's shoulder and buffets Arlynn'sface with its wings, trying to distract her.
Spear Attack (w/advantage from help): 23 Piercing Damage: 7
Spear Attack: 13 (Miss)
Below, the 'new captain' seems reluctant to believe the lizardfolk's warning, swinging its hammer at the spectral tentacle but encountering no resistance. "Hrmph... the lizard's right! Get up there and after them, boys!" Then he runs up the stairs, through the spectral tentacle, moving around Eronand leaving enough room for the other pirates to come up and partially surround the marine. The last two pirates, not wasting their attacks on the spectral tentacle, turn their blades on Eron.
Cutlass Attack: 16 (Miss)
Cutlass Attack: 10 (Miss)
He is able to parry the onslaught of new blades, for now.
Arlynn
Eron
Fane
Vyth
Pirates
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
The blue-haired half-elf groans with pain, gritting her teeth as the lizardfolk's spear pierces her side and she barely avoids another thrust. Concentration check: 15
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Through focus of will, Arlynn manages to maintain concentration on her storm magic, and with a cold vengeful glare she turns the gale towards her assailant and those behind it, hoping to avoid Eron. "You will regret that, now flee back to your people and tell them there will be no weapons." The Lizardfolk can hear a chilling voice in his head as it is hit with the full force of the blue-haired half-elf's storm of vengeance.
Str save 15 or be pushed 15 feet back. Intimidation for fluff: 25
(Will decide rest of actions when result is clear if okay :-) If possible use inspiration to give lizardfolk disadvantage on save ;-)
[There is an angle to hit just three of the enemies without impacting Faneor Eron.]
Vyth: 18
Pseudodragon: 3
'Captain': 7
Pirate: 2
Arlynnredirects her spell, the howl of wind surging across the deck, whipping sails and ropes into a frenzy. The lizardfolk digs his clawed feet into the wooden planks, his tail braced against the deck as he growls against the force. His bronze shield bangs against the deck as he lowers it to steady himself, his eyes narrowing in fury.
Behind him, the gust catches the "new captain" mid-boast. His triumphant grin vanishes as he’s hurled backward, his hook-hand clawing at empty air. "Wait, no—!" the bosun-turned-captain manages before the wind sends him flying. The deckhand closest to him yells in alarm as the wind and the flying captain knock him from his feet. "I’M NOT EVEN—" His protests are cut short as he follows the bosun into the night. They soar over the railing, limbs flailing, and disappear into the dark sea below with twin splashes.
The pseudodragon is likewise torn away from its master and swept into the gust, spiraling wildly, its leathery wings flapping. With a sharp, distressed screech, it manages to stabilize itself just before going over the rail.
The lizardfolk glares after the fallen, his lips curling back to reveal sharp teeth. "Bah!" he hisses, shaking his head in disgust. "Ssstupid humansss." He turns to the one remaining deckhand, who stands wide-eyed and clutching a cutlass. He shouts over the wind,"Ssso... you Cassptain, now?"
The pirate, pale and shaken, swallows hard, but then looks across the whole of the ship with vanity and nods, gripping his weapon tighter as the pair stands alone against the boarding party.
Almost immediately, Eronlands a hit against the remaining pirate, wounding but not disabling the last man standing.
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
[I'm assuming I can attack the Lizardfolk without being caught up in the gust, if I'm incorrect LMK and I'll adjust my plan]
Lost in the song, an ancient Hymn about a war between Olves and Dragons, Fane leans back, feeling the wind whip her hair across her face, and looks for a weakness in the Lizardfolks defenses.
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"You are a tenacious one, I'll give you that, but even you must see that you are hopelessly outnumbered."The lizardfolk can hear a icy cold voice in it's head as the spectral tentacle slithers up behind it at slams into it with the full fury of the fathomless.
Tentacle: 14 Cold: 7
Arlynn decides to stand her ground, defiantly sending an icy cold glare the lizardfolk's way.
Realizing her tentacle won't reach the lizardfolk, the blue-haired half-elf instead calls upon her fathomless magic to surround herself with a thick mist to hide her from the onslaught of the furious lizardfolk. She then retreats through the mist to the rear of the ship.
Cast Silent image, drop concentration on Gust of Wind
“Trithereon free me from this threat!” Eron cries out as the cutlass does its dirty work. He then quickly downs his cure potion too.
action cast cure bonus action drink potion +18hp.
Eron glares his murderous intent at the captain…
Arlynn vanishes in a blink, the Lizardfolk's spear thrust passing through empty air.
[Admittedly not sure on how to rule this. Misty Step evades AOO, but this was a readied attack. It misses, so it's just an academic issue.]
The spectral tentacle swipes at the Pseudodragon, which flies just out of reach.
As Eron calls down a healing spell and quaffs the healing potion, the captain's face contorts into an exaggerated expression of mock outrage. “Oh, come now!” he exclaims, gesturing with his cutlass as the marine’s wounds close up. “Healing potions? Bad form! What’s next? Reinforcements?”
He digs into his coat pocket and retrieves a leather skin, popping the cork off with his thumb in a theatrical flourish. “Well, two can play at that game, mate.” He takes a swig and grimaces as the potent rum burns its way down his throat. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he grins wickedly. “Not healing, mind you, but it’s good for the nerves. Now, where were we?”
With a sudden burst of ferocity, he lunges forward, his cutlass flashing in the dim light as he tries for a clean strike, his grin faltering as Eron parries it with one of his blades.
ArlynnEronCaptain Snakes EyesPC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
Fane remains silent, lost in the dance...
Shortsword attack: 13 dmg 7
Shortsword bonus: 10 dmg 4
Fane keeps up the pressure on the captain, striking out with a series of blows, but the his cutlass is a blur of movement. With precision, he parries each strike, the clash of steel ringing out across the deck. “Ah, there it is!” he crows, twirling his cutlass. “Finally hit my stride, eh? Took me long enough.” Despite the blood staining much of his coat and his visible injuries, the captain stands tall, his smirk returning.
Below, the lizardfolk cocks his head in disgust at the spectral tentacle chasing his pet. With a growl, he thrusts his spear at the eerie, glowing appendage—but it passes through harmlessly, as if striking smoke. His yellow eyes widen in frustration, and he lets out a bellow, half-growl and half-snarl. "Rrrah! What sorcery disss?" he hisses, his voice a jagged mix of broken Common and some unknown language. "Thriiik-vazrrr draahl!"
He slams his spear into the deck in fury. The pseudodragon screeches, its tail lashing anxiously as it lands on its master's back and clings to his armor, glaring at the ghostly tentacle as if it, too, shares in his confusion and rage. It takes the dodge, trying to keep out of reach of the tentacle.
Suddenly, the sound of a door crashing open draws everyone’s attention. Up the stairs from below deck, three more pirates charge onto the scene, weapons in hand. One is a towering brute of a half-orc with a cruel hook for a hand. The others, less imposing perhaps but no less determined, fan out behind him.
The captain throws a glance their way and grins. “Well, well, well! Did someone mention reinforcements? About time you lot showed up.”
Turning back to Fane and Eron, he flicks his cutlass toward the newcomers and says, almost conspiratorially, “I should warn you - these lot are the finest swordsmen I happen to have available to me at present."
Shouting back down at the pirates, he cries, "What are you waiting for, lads? Bjorn is fishfood... that means there's a promotion on deck for the first man to score a kill!”
The pirates let out a ragged cheer and rush into the fray, their weapons gleaming in the dim light.
It isn't all bad news, however. Two more 'twangs' ring out from the dark waters below as a pair of crossbow bolts sail up and impact the lizardfolk warrior near the starboard rail, courtesy of the marines in the jollyboat below.
It hisses and pops its teeth at the unseen threat.
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
The spectral tentacle swiftly slides across the main deck to end up at the stairs to the poop deck, hovering menacingly over the brutish half-orc smuggler, hopefully making the crew hesitant to go through it and join their captain, then thrashing at the half-orc with full force.
Tentacle: 20 Cold: 12 Movement reduced by 10 feet.
Meanwhile the blue-haired half-elf has no compunction about unleashing a dark azure beam of crackling eldritch force towards the distracted and bloodied captain.
Eldritch Blast: 10 Force: 11
(I assume the Gust of Wind is still active but which direction would it have? It would affect Arlynn's movement at the end of her turn :-)
(Extra crit damage for tentacle: 6 )
[If no bonus action has been used to change its direction, then the wind is still pointed south.]
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
(Thanks, if okay Arlynn would move slightly to the west, just enough to catch Captain Snake Eyes in the southwards gale but not her companions, I think he would possibly roll a save on his turn :-)
“You will not weather this storm captain.” Eron says as he feels the healing power wash over himself. Then quick as a lightning strike to the mast, his sword lashes out.
Bonus action Slayer’s prey Action attack 11 to hit…
* lost concentration on favored foe.
STR: 20
The pirate captain is besieged by a powerful gust of wind. His clumsy efforts to retain his balance also cause Eron and Arlynn's attacks to sail wide of their target. His hat is blown off his head but he snags it out of middair just as it nearly sailed off into the darkness. Apparently convinced his current position is no longer tenable, the captain disengages from Fane and Eron, struggling against the wind to move up beside Arlynn.
"Rattle your bones, you bilge rats!" he hollers at his crew over the sound of roaring wind. "These scurvy dogs ain't your garden-variety privateers—they’ve got sorcery at their backs, and they'll sink us if we don't stop them! Get your blades out, your heads in the game, and fight like your lives depend on it—'cause they do!"
ArlynnEronCaptain Snakes EyesPC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
Fane will move to the west of the Captain, giving Eron access to him, and press her attack.
Attack: 17 dmg 7
Bonus: 17 dmg 4
Fane drives her shortswords into the Captains guts. As the captain falls to his knees, clutching at a gaping wound and staggering backward, he chuckles darkly, blood staining his teeth. With his final breath, he sneers, "Well, ain’t this a mutiny of fate... Guess the sharks'll have their feast tonight!" He collapses to the deck with a dull thud, his cutlass slipping from his hand.
Below, the lizardfolk hisses in frustration, glancing upward at the deck and then back to the pirates around him. Raising his spear, he growls in broken Common, "Capssssstain... issss fallen," he snarls, his yellow eyes narrowing. "What it mean for deal? You promissse weaponsss... ssssstill?"
The half-orc bosun steps forward, smearing blood from a broken nose where the tentacle had struck him and grinning wickedly. "Look at me... Look at me!" he bellows, thumping his chest with one meaty hand. "I AM THE CAPTAIN NOW!" The lizardfolk narrows its reptilian eyes, but listens as the bosun continues with a sly grin, "Help us secure this ship, and I’ll see to it you get all those weapons and more. Double the supply. Just get up there and deal with them!"
The lizardfolk tilts his head, a low growl vibrating in his throat. He considers the words, his claws flexing against his spear. "Hmph. Fine. You promissse more weaponsss, more than before. I help crush intruderrrssss." With a final hiss, he climbs up and over the rail to the poop deck, his scaled tail flicking behind him. Glancing back toward the pirates below, he jerks his shield toward the spectral tentacle writhing nearby. "That thing? Bah! Illussssion! Can’t harm it. Don’t be dissssstracted! Focusss fight! Kill the magicsss firssst!"
The lizardfolk steps between Fane and Arlynn, turning its attack on the warlock currently manipulating the wind magic. The tiny Pseudodragon departs its master's shoulder and buffets Arlynn's face with its wings, trying to distract her.
Below, the 'new captain' seems reluctant to believe the lizardfolk's warning, swinging its hammer at the spectral tentacle but encountering no resistance. "Hrmph... the lizard's right! Get up there and after them, boys!" Then he runs up the stairs, through the spectral tentacle, moving around Eron and leaving enough room for the other pirates to come up and partially surround the marine. The last two pirates, not wasting their attacks on the spectral tentacle, turn their blades on Eron.
He is able to parry the onslaught of new blades, for now.
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
The blue-haired half-elf groans with pain, gritting her teeth as the lizardfolk's spear pierces her side and she barely avoids another thrust.
Concentration check: 15
Through focus of will, Arlynn manages to maintain concentration on her storm magic, and with a cold vengeful glare she turns the gale towards her assailant and those behind it, hoping to avoid Eron. "You will regret that, now flee back to your people and tell them there will be no weapons." The Lizardfolk can hear a chilling voice in his head as it is hit with the full force of the blue-haired half-elf's storm of vengeance.
Str save 15 or be pushed 15 feet back. Intimidation for fluff: 25
(Will decide rest of actions when result is clear if okay :-) If possible use inspiration to give lizardfolk disadvantage on save ;-)
Eron thrusts a sword at the last two pirates up the stairs.
action attack 10 miss and
bonus action attack 23 for 5 slashing damage
[There is an angle to hit just three of the enemies without impacting Fane or Eron.]
Vyth: 18
Pseudodragon: 3
'Captain': 7
Pirate: 2
Arlynn redirects her spell, the howl of wind surging across the deck, whipping sails and ropes into a frenzy. The lizardfolk digs his clawed feet into the wooden planks, his tail braced against the deck as he growls against the force. His bronze shield bangs against the deck as he lowers it to steady himself, his eyes narrowing in fury.
Behind him, the gust catches the "new captain" mid-boast. His triumphant grin vanishes as he’s hurled backward, his hook-hand clawing at empty air. "Wait, no—!" the bosun-turned-captain manages before the wind sends him flying. The deckhand closest to him yells in alarm as the wind and the flying captain knock him from his feet. "I’M NOT EVEN—" His protests are cut short as he follows the bosun into the night. They soar over the railing, limbs flailing, and disappear into the dark sea below with twin splashes.
The pseudodragon is likewise torn away from its master and swept into the gust, spiraling wildly, its leathery wings flapping. With a sharp, distressed screech, it manages to stabilize itself just before going over the rail.
The lizardfolk glares after the fallen, his lips curling back to reveal sharp teeth. "Bah!" he hisses, shaking his head in disgust. "Ssstupid humansss." He turns to the one remaining deckhand, who stands wide-eyed and clutching a cutlass. He shouts over the wind,"Ssso... you Cassptain, now?"
The pirate, pale and shaken, swallows hard, but then looks across the whole of the ship with vanity and nods, gripping his weapon tighter as the pair stands alone against the boarding party.
Almost immediately, Eron lands a hit against the remaining pirate, wounding but not disabling the last man standing.
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
[I'm assuming I can attack the Lizardfolk without being caught up in the gust, if I'm incorrect LMK and I'll adjust my plan]
Lost in the song, an ancient Hymn about a war between Olves and Dragons, Fane leans back, feeling the wind whip her hair across her face, and looks for a weakness in the Lizardfolks defenses.
attack: 19 dmg 5
bonus: 7 dmg 6 (nat 1 on attack)
"You are a tenacious one, I'll give you that, but even you must see that you are hopelessly outnumbered." The lizardfolk can hear a icy cold voice in it's head as the spectral tentacle slithers up behind it at slams into it with the full fury of the fathomless.
Tentacle: 14 Cold: 7
Arlynn decides to stand her ground, defiantly sending an icy cold glare the lizardfolk's way.
Realizing her tentacle won't reach the lizardfolk, the blue-haired half-elf instead calls upon her fathomless magic to surround herself with a thick mist to hide her from the onslaught of the furious lizardfolk. She then retreats through the mist to the rear of the ship.
Cast Silent image, drop concentration on Gust of Wind
Eron hurries to finish his last standing attacker.
Action attack 21 for 6 slashing damage
Bonus action Hunter’s Mark on either the pirate if he’s still up or the lizardfolk.
“This ship and all its cargo are property of the crown of Keoland, you have one last chance to surrender!”