The bullywug leader is acutely aware of the ominous silence. Greed twists his warty features, and suspicion flickers in his beady eyes, darting nervously to the party's hands. No pouches are being unbuckled, no coins are jingling. The realization dawns on him with a sickening thud – they have no intention of paying tribute. "Well?"he bellows, his voice dripping with a newfound menace, "That's enough chit-chat!" his voice cracking with rage. "Treachery! You mock King Grognak's magnificence? You dare enter his domain empty-handed? Then you must answer to the Boggy Bottom Brigade! Seize them! Take their belongings and deliver them to King Grognak to face his wrath!" With a guttural war cry, the leader raises his crude spear. The other bullywugs, emboldened by their leader's outburst, brandish their rusty spears, their comical bravado morphing into genuine anger. The oppressive silence of the grove shatters as the bullywugs charge, their rusty weapons glinting menacingly in the dim light. A tense standoff gives way to a chaotic clash amidst the gnarled mangrove roots.
A guttural war cry erupts from both of the Bullywug Leader's flanks. Two bold bullywugs, their oversized bellies straining against their mud-caked skin, explode from their positions. With surprising agility for such squat creatures, they take massive leaps forward, launching themselves towards the party with a chorus of belligerent croaks. They ready an attack. Their rusty spears glint menacingly in the dim light, a stark contrast to the determined expressions on the adventurers' faces.
Morgid curses under his breath, the sound swallowed by the cacophony of belligerent croaks. With practiced ease, his hand flies to his back, fingers wrapping around the smooth wood of his longbow. The string sings a taut song as he nocks an arrows, aiming with deadly focus at the pompous Bullywug Leader. The bowstring twangs with a sharp snap, and an arrow streaks through the dim light. Attack: 17 Piercing Damage: 7
He spins on his heel, a seasoned hunter retreating before the enraged pack. His eyes scan the battlefield, assessing the situation. The two flanking bullywugs bellow in fury. In the blink of an eye, Morgid reaches back over his shoulder, another arrow nocked on the string. He takes aim at the Bullywug Leader once more and lets loose an arrow with a sharp twang, the fletching whispering through the air. Attack: 14 Piercing Damage: 11
A sickening thud echoes through the swamp. Morgid's first arrow finds its mark, burying itself deep in the Bullywug Leader's fleshy neck. The leader throws his head back and lets out a howl that chills the very air, a sound that speaks of both surprise and agonizing pain. His oversized body crumples to the muddy ground, clutching his neck and writhing in pain.
The remaining bullywugs falter for a heartbeat, their beady eyes wide with a mix of shock and sheer terror. The second arrow sails true, but just a hair high, embedding itself harmlessly in the thick mud beside the bullywug.
A guttural croak, laced with defiance and blood, escapes the Bullywug Leader's throat. He staggers to his feet, a horrifying sight. The arrow protrudes from his neck like a grotesque trophy, but somehow, he clings to life. Enraged, a primal fury burning in his beady eyes, he rips the arrow free with a sickening squelch. Coughing up a gout of blood that splatters onto the muddy ground, rage eclipses the pain in his beady eyes, a feral glint that speaks of a cornered animal lashing out. He steps forward and with a bellow that sounds more like a strangled cough, throws his rusty spear at Morgid. The effort is clearly taxing – his oversized belly heaves, and a fresh spray of blood erupts from the wound. Attack: 5 Piercing Damage: 4
Sosen watches with slitted eyes as Morgid flies an arrow directly at the Bullywug Leader and sees that froggish form crumple to the ground. Moments later she is shocked to watch that fat form rise and rip the arrow from it's neck! Grapsing the necklace with the symbol of Xilcas tightly, it begins to glow faintly as she speaks something that sounds half a prayer and half a command Sacred Flame and gestures at the Bullywug Leader.
6 ( Save vs DC 14 )
Wasting no time, Sosen will grasp her mace while bringing her shield to bear and advances toward Lanu to confront the oncoming bullywugs.
Across the battlefield, Sosen sees her opportunity. Clutching the pendant of Xalicas, her twilight deity, she feels a surge of divine power course through her. The holy symbol glows faintly as she utters a fervent plea. "Xalicas, bring forth your purifying flame!" she cries, the words half-prayer, half-command. With a flick of her wrist, she gestures towards the Bullywug Leader, her voice ringing with righteous anger. A shimmering radiance erupts from her outstretched hand, coalescing into a swirling orb of golden light. Sacred Flame. The divine energy crackles with an otherworldly heat, promising both illumination and retribution. But the Bullywug Leader, despite his grievous wound, reacts with surprising agility. With a desperate twist of his body, he throws himself to the side, the searing orb passing just a hair's breadth from his leathery hide. The flame explodes harmlessly against the gnarled trunk of a nearby mangrove, leaving a charred scorch mark on the damp wood. The enraged leader lets out a guttural roar of defiance, his beady eyes locking onto Sosenwith newfound hatred. He may be wounded, but his fighting spirit remains unbroken. With a guttural bellow, he barks out an order in their swamp tongue, directing his remaining troops towards the source of the divine light. Sosen, for the first time in her life, becomes the center of attention in a fight.
A flicker of doubt crosses Sosen's face, her heart pounds against her ribs, the sudden shift in focus is both terrifying and exhilarating. Instead of fear, a surge of determination washes over her. Clutching the pendant of Xalicas tighter, she draws on her deity's strength, a silent prayer forming on her lips. Xalicas guides my hand, and I will not falter."For Xalicas!" she cries out, brandishing her mace and shield. Bullywug 2 hesitates for a moment, momentarily stunned by the dazzling display of holy power. But the leader's ear-splitting bellow quickly snaps them out of their stupor. With renewed fervor, fueled by their leader's rage and the promise of vengeance, they charge towards Sosen and ready an attack, their guttural battle cries echoing through the swamp.
Painfully aware that the rest of the Bullywugs would likely be making their way towards the group, Peregrine pulled out his own bow. He closes one eye, doing his best to aim at the one closest to them through Sosen's blinding light.
Peregrine pulls out his own bow with a practiced ease born of countless hunts and skirmishes. He closes one eye, focusing on the closest bullywug charging towards Sosen. The cleric's holy symbol still casts a blinding light, momentarily disorienting Peregrine. He lets loose an arrow with a sharp twang, but it whistles harmlessly past the bullywug's shoulder, the target obscured by the radiant glow.
A guttural curse erupts from Peregrine's throat, frustration gnawing at him. The bullywugs, emboldened by Peregrine's miss and the leader's enraged bellows, close the distance on Sosen with alarming speed.
Lanu will move to be 10ft below the leader (should 10ft from all of them). Then using her long arms, she will swing her sword at the leader and then follows it up with a kick, missing both (based on the 14 missing)
Move: 15ft Northeast Action: Shortsword (10ft range): 12 to hit Bonus Action: Unarmed strike (10ft range): 13 to hit
Lanu sees an opportunity. With a surge of adrenaline and a battle cry that echoes through the swamp, she charges towards the Bullywug Leader. Her aim is to take him down quickly, disrupting the remaining bullywugs' morale. Taking advantage of her long reach, she lunges forward, her shortsword flashing in the dim light. She aims for a precise thrust at the leader's exposed neck, but her attack is a hair too slow. The leader, perhaps anticipating the move, throws up his arm in a makeshift block, deflecting her blade. Lanu grits her teeth in frustration. Following through with the momentum, she lashes out with a powerful kick aimed at the leader's midsection. However, the uneven terrain and the leader's surprising agility work against her. He hops back just out of reach, the kick landing harmlessly in the muddy swamp water.
Meanwhile, the bullywugs continue their relentless assault. Bullywug 1, enraged by the display of divine power, lets out a guttural war cry. With a burst of surprising speed, he launches himself towards Sosen. His rusty spear, glinting wickedly in the swamp's dim light, cuts a vicious arc through the air, aimed directly for her chest. Its pointed tip seems to pulsate with a malevolent energy, promising a gruesome wound if it finds its mark. Attack: 15 Piercing Damage: 5
At the same time, the creature lunges forward with a horrifying snap of its jaws, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth. Its beady eyes, inflamed with a primal hunger, lock onto Sosen's exposed arm, clearly aiming for a savage bite in tandem with the spear thrust. Attack: 23 Bludgeoning Damage: 9
The enraged bellow of Bullywug 3 reverberates through the swamp, a primal challenge echoing off the gnarled trees. In a flash of amphibian fury, it launches itself at Lanu, its rusty spear aimed for a vicious strike. The weapon, a crude contraption of sharpened wood and twisted metal, gleams with an unsettling sheen in the dim light. Attack: 18 Piercing Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
As it gets closer, the creature lunges forward, its entire body contorting in a horrific attempt to deliver a double attack. The spear aims for a crippling blow, while the jaws simultaneously chomp towards Lanu's exposed arm, aiming to tear and leave deep gashes. Attack: 22 Bludgeoning Damage: 4
The swamp air crackles with tension as Bullywug 1 launches its desperate assault. Its spear, a wickedly glinting instrument of violence, carves a vicious arc through the air, aimed squarely for Sosen's chest. But Sosen, fueled by faith and the surge of Xalicas' power, reacts with surprising speed. Just as the spear tip seems poised to pierce her flesh, a resounding clang fills the air. The spear thrust, powerful but inaccurate, glances harmlessly off the sturdy breastplate she wears. The impact sends a jolt through her arm, but she holds firm, her stance unwavering.
Simultaneously, the bullywug lunges forward with a horrifying snap of its jaws, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth. Its beady eyes, inflamed with a primal hunger, were clearly aiming for a savage bite on Sosen's exposed arm. However, Sosen, anticipating the dual attack, had already begun raising her shield in a practiced defensive maneuver. With a resounding thud, the bullywug's gnashing jaws met the solid oak of her shield instead of the cleric's flesh. The impact sends a tremor through her arm, but the shield holds firm, the symbol of Xalicas emblazoned upon it glowing with an even brighter intensity.
The bullywug, momentarily stunned by the double deflection, staggers back a step. Its enraged bellow cuts short as it seems to register the failure of its attack. Sosen, her heart pounding in her chest, sees a fleeting moment of vulnerability in the creature's stance.
Lanu reacts with the honed reflexes of a skilled wilderness warrior. The bullywug's spear cuts a vicious arc through the air, aimed for her midsection, but Lanu sees it coming. With a sharp twist of her body, she dips beneath the lunging attack. The spear whistles past her ear, the wind of its passing tugging at her hair and sending a shiver down her spine.
As she ducks, the bullywug lunges forward, its entire body contorting in a ferocious attempt to deliver a double attack. Lanu isn't fast enough to dodge the snapping jaws entirely. She feels a sickening crunch and a searing pain erupt in her upper arm as the razor-sharp teeth clamp down. The impact sends a jolt through her body, and a strangled cry escapes her lips. Thankfully, her thick leather skin, scarred from countless battles, holds firm, preventing the bite from piercing deep into her flesh. However, the bludgeoning force of the jaws leaves a nasty bruise and a set of puncture wounds that bleed freely. Lanu grits her teeth, refusing to let the pain slow her down. (2 Bludgeoning Damage)
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Lanu initiative 11
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The bullywug leader is acutely aware of the ominous silence. Greed twists his warty features, and suspicion flickers in his beady eyes, darting nervously to the party's hands. No pouches are being unbuckled, no coins are jingling. The realization dawns on him with a sickening thud – they have no intention of paying tribute. "Well?" he bellows, his voice dripping with a newfound menace, "That's enough chit-chat!" his voice cracking with rage. "Treachery! You mock King Grognak's magnificence? You dare enter his domain empty-handed? Then you must answer to the Boggy Bottom Brigade! Seize them! Take their belongings and deliver them to King Grognak to face his wrath!" With a guttural war cry, the leader raises his crude spear. The other bullywugs, emboldened by their leader's outburst, brandish their rusty spears, their comical bravado morphing into genuine anger. The oppressive silence of the grove shatters as the bullywugs charge, their rusty weapons glinting menacingly in the dim light. A tense standoff gives way to a chaotic clash amidst the gnarled mangrove roots.
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A guttural war cry erupts from both of the Bullywug Leader's flanks. Two bold bullywugs, their oversized bellies straining against their mud-caked skin, explode from their positions. With surprising agility for such squat creatures, they take massive leaps forward, launching themselves towards the party with a chorus of belligerent croaks. They ready an attack. Their rusty spears glint menacingly in the dim light, a stark contrast to the determined expressions on the adventurers' faces.
Morgid curses under his breath, the sound swallowed by the cacophony of belligerent croaks. With practiced ease, his hand flies to his back, fingers wrapping around the smooth wood of his longbow. The string sings a taut song as he nocks an arrows, aiming with deadly focus at the pompous Bullywug Leader. The bowstring twangs with a sharp snap, and an arrow streaks through the dim light. Attack: 17 Piercing Damage: 7
He spins on his heel, a seasoned hunter retreating before the enraged pack. His eyes scan the battlefield, assessing the situation. The two flanking bullywugs bellow in fury. In the blink of an eye, Morgid reaches back over his shoulder, another arrow nocked on the string. He takes aim at the Bullywug Leader once more and lets loose an arrow with a sharp twang, the fletching whispering through the air. Attack: 14 Piercing Damage: 11
A sickening thud echoes through the swamp. Morgid's first arrow finds its mark, burying itself deep in the Bullywug Leader's fleshy neck. The leader throws his head back and lets out a howl that chills the very air, a sound that speaks of both surprise and agonizing pain. His oversized body crumples to the muddy ground, clutching his neck and writhing in pain.
The remaining bullywugs falter for a heartbeat, their beady eyes wide with a mix of shock and sheer terror. The second arrow sails true, but just a hair high, embedding itself harmlessly in the thick mud beside the bullywug.
A guttural croak, laced with defiance and blood, escapes the Bullywug Leader's throat. He staggers to his feet, a horrifying sight. The arrow protrudes from his neck like a grotesque trophy, but somehow, he clings to life. Enraged, a primal fury burning in his beady eyes, he rips the arrow free with a sickening squelch. Coughing up a gout of blood that splatters onto the muddy ground, rage eclipses the pain in his beady eyes, a feral glint that speaks of a cornered animal lashing out. He steps forward and with a bellow that sounds more like a strangled cough, throws his rusty spear at Morgid. The effort is clearly taxing – his oversized belly heaves, and a fresh spray of blood erupts from the wound. Attack: 5 Piercing Damage: 4
The spear, aimed with more anger than precision, wobbles through the air missing Morgid entirely, a testament to the leader's waning strength.
Sosen watches with slitted eyes as Morgid flies an arrow directly at the Bullywug Leader and sees that froggish form crumple to the ground. Moments later she is shocked to watch that fat form rise and rip the arrow from it's neck! Grapsing the necklace with the symbol of Xilcas tightly, it begins to glow faintly as she speaks something that sounds half a prayer and half a command Sacred Flame and gestures at the Bullywug Leader.
6 ( Save vs DC 14 )
Wasting no time, Sosen will grasp her mace while bringing her shield to bear and advances toward Lanu to confront the oncoming bullywugs.
Bullywug Leader Dexterity save 6
Across the battlefield, Sosen sees her opportunity. Clutching the pendant of Xalicas, her twilight deity, she feels a surge of divine power course through her. The holy symbol glows faintly as she utters a fervent plea. "Xalicas, bring forth your purifying flame!" she cries, the words half-prayer, half-command. With a flick of her wrist, she gestures towards the Bullywug Leader, her voice ringing with righteous anger. A shimmering radiance erupts from her outstretched hand, coalescing into a swirling orb of golden light. Sacred Flame. The divine energy crackles with an otherworldly heat, promising both illumination and retribution. But the Bullywug Leader, despite his grievous wound, reacts with surprising agility. With a desperate twist of his body, he throws himself to the side, the searing orb passing just a hair's breadth from his leathery hide. The flame explodes harmlessly against the gnarled trunk of a nearby mangrove, leaving a charred scorch mark on the damp wood. The enraged leader lets out a guttural roar of defiance, his beady eyes locking onto Sosen with newfound hatred. He may be wounded, but his fighting spirit remains unbroken. With a guttural bellow, he barks out an order in their swamp tongue, directing his remaining troops towards the source of the divine light. Sosen, for the first time in her life, becomes the center of attention in a fight.
A flicker of doubt crosses Sosen's face, her heart pounds against her ribs, the sudden shift in focus is both terrifying and exhilarating. Instead of fear, a surge of determination washes over her. Clutching the pendant of Xalicas tighter, she draws on her deity's strength, a silent prayer forming on her lips. Xalicas guides my hand, and I will not falter. "For Xalicas!" she cries out, brandishing her mace and shield. Bullywug 2 hesitates for a moment, momentarily stunned by the dazzling display of holy power. But the leader's ear-splitting bellow quickly snaps them out of their stupor. With renewed fervor, fueled by their leader's rage and the promise of vengeance, they charge towards Sosen and ready an attack, their guttural battle cries echoing through the swamp.
Painfully aware that the rest of the Bullywugs would likely be making their way towards the group, Peregrine pulled out his own bow. He closes one eye, doing his best to aim at the one closest to them through Sosen's blinding light.
Attack: 14 Damage: 6
Peregrine pulls out his own bow with a practiced ease born of countless hunts and skirmishes. He closes one eye, focusing on the closest bullywug charging towards Sosen. The cleric's holy symbol still casts a blinding light, momentarily disorienting Peregrine. He lets loose an arrow with a sharp twang, but it whistles harmlessly past the bullywug's shoulder, the target obscured by the radiant glow.
A guttural curse erupts from Peregrine's throat, frustration gnawing at him. The bullywugs, emboldened by Peregrine's miss and the leader's enraged bellows, close the distance on Sosen with alarming speed.
Lanu will move to be 10ft below the leader (should 10ft from all of them). Then using her long arms, she will swing her sword at the leader and then follows it up with a kick, missing both (based on the 14 missing)
Move: 15ft Northeast
Action: Shortsword (10ft range): 12 to hit
Bonus Action: Unarmed strike (10ft range): 13 to hit
After joining more my signature got out of hand so I am now a proud member of the extended signature club!! :)
Lanu sees an opportunity. With a surge of adrenaline and a battle cry that echoes through the swamp, she charges towards the Bullywug Leader. Her aim is to take him down quickly, disrupting the remaining bullywugs' morale. Taking advantage of her long reach, she lunges forward, her shortsword flashing in the dim light. She aims for a precise thrust at the leader's exposed neck, but her attack is a hair too slow. The leader, perhaps anticipating the move, throws up his arm in a makeshift block, deflecting her blade. Lanu grits her teeth in frustration. Following through with the momentum, she lashes out with a powerful kick aimed at the leader's midsection. However, the uneven terrain and the leader's surprising agility work against her. He hops back just out of reach, the kick landing harmlessly in the muddy swamp water.
Meanwhile, the bullywugs continue their relentless assault. Bullywug 1, enraged by the display of divine power, lets out a guttural war cry. With a burst of surprising speed, he launches himself towards Sosen. His rusty spear, glinting wickedly in the swamp's dim light, cuts a vicious arc through the air, aimed directly for her chest. Its pointed tip seems to pulsate with a malevolent energy, promising a gruesome wound if it finds its mark. Attack: 15 Piercing Damage: 5
At the same time, the creature lunges forward with a horrifying snap of its jaws, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth. Its beady eyes, inflamed with a primal hunger, lock onto Sosen's exposed arm, clearly aiming for a savage bite in tandem with the spear thrust. Attack: 23 Bludgeoning Damage: 9
The enraged bellow of Bullywug 3 reverberates through the swamp, a primal challenge echoing off the gnarled trees. In a flash of amphibian fury, it launches itself at Lanu, its rusty spear aimed for a vicious strike. The weapon, a crude contraption of sharpened wood and twisted metal, gleams with an unsettling sheen in the dim light. Attack: 18 Piercing Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
As it gets closer, the creature lunges forward, its entire body contorting in a horrific attempt to deliver a double attack. The spear aims for a crippling blow, while the jaws simultaneously chomp towards Lanu's exposed arm, aiming to tear and leave deep gashes. Attack: 22 Bludgeoning Damage: 4
The swamp air crackles with tension as Bullywug 1 launches its desperate assault. Its spear, a wickedly glinting instrument of violence, carves a vicious arc through the air, aimed squarely for Sosen's chest. But Sosen, fueled by faith and the surge of Xalicas' power, reacts with surprising speed. Just as the spear tip seems poised to pierce her flesh, a resounding clang fills the air. The spear thrust, powerful but inaccurate, glances harmlessly off the sturdy breastplate she wears. The impact sends a jolt through her arm, but she holds firm, her stance unwavering.
Simultaneously, the bullywug lunges forward with a horrifying snap of its jaws, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth. Its beady eyes, inflamed with a primal hunger, were clearly aiming for a savage bite on Sosen's exposed arm. However, Sosen, anticipating the dual attack, had already begun raising her shield in a practiced defensive maneuver. With a resounding thud, the bullywug's gnashing jaws met the solid oak of her shield instead of the cleric's flesh. The impact sends a tremor through her arm, but the shield holds firm, the symbol of Xalicas emblazoned upon it glowing with an even brighter intensity.
The bullywug, momentarily stunned by the double deflection, staggers back a step. Its enraged bellow cuts short as it seems to register the failure of its attack. Sosen, her heart pounding in her chest, sees a fleeting moment of vulnerability in the creature's stance.
Lanu reacts with the honed reflexes of a skilled wilderness warrior. The bullywug's spear cuts a vicious arc through the air, aimed for her midsection, but Lanu sees it coming. With a sharp twist of her body, she dips beneath the lunging attack. The spear whistles past her ear, the wind of its passing tugging at her hair and sending a shiver down her spine.
As she ducks, the bullywug lunges forward, its entire body contorting in a ferocious attempt to deliver a double attack. Lanu isn't fast enough to dodge the snapping jaws entirely. She feels a sickening crunch and a searing pain erupt in her upper arm as the razor-sharp teeth clamp down. The impact sends a jolt through her body, and a strangled cry escapes her lips. Thankfully, her thick leather skin, scarred from countless battles, holds firm, preventing the bite from piercing deep into her flesh. However, the bludgeoning force of the jaws leaves a nasty bruise and a set of puncture wounds that bleed freely. Lanu grits her teeth, refusing to let the pain slow her down. (2 Bludgeoning Damage)