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The two Southerners continue to press against Octo, some how still standing, their scimitar and thinblade cutting grooves in his hide. Chandle steps tot he side loosing an arrow tht slices a clean cut across the mans neck, nocking him back a few steps to pitch forward, bleeding upon the bale of hay.
Dornin takes his chance, no longer worried about striking a friend, too desperate to do anything but attack. The bolt slams into the scimitar wielder. He laughs as the pain washes over him, the black necrotic energy shriveling his vitality, yet he battles on.
"Your bleeding out big boy, when you fall the others will succumb to my blade" he quips as the scimitar and dagger continue to dance a steady cadence against his axe, and, too frequently his ribs. Blood wells and drips down Octo's side, staining the dirt below.
The man makes three attacks, against Octo. If it takes less than three to drop Octo he will lean into Kallith (who stepped up to assist) and use his attacks against the Firbolg.
Scimitar 1:Attack: 10 Damage: 5
Scimitar 2: Attack: 12 Damage: 4
Dagger: Attack: 10 Damage: 7
Initiative
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Swarthy man is down and bleeding out atop the hay bale, the other is clearly enjoying himself.
"This is madness you fool! Your people left you behind and your partner is dead, is this how you thank the gods for your life?"
Kallith moves quickly around the man, so as not to let him get too comfortable in how he chose to move. From there, she wielded her staff like a club, attempting to knock the man over the head with it.
Dornin looks to the Scimitar man seeming to enjoy this all too much. He must do something now before Octo or anyone else loses their head. He takes a few steps forward towards the fight at hand and speaks his magical command again. "Drop your weapons" the fiendish voice booms from his mouth.
(Command- Wis save:13 or must drop his weapons and end his turn)
The southerner smirks at Kalliths comments. "I have served Bhaal well, can you say the same to your god? I will take you with me and we shall see" His smile broadens, the arrow flying wide. "Put it down before you hurt someone girl" he quips at Chandle.
The man rushes a step towards Octo, his scimitar and dagger driving the axe down, blow after blow his weight forcing the weapon lower. Then dives into the dirt, groveling at Dornins feet.
Dornin, standing atop the man, does his best to stand on the enemy’s hands and kick whatever weapons he still carries. Hopefully allowing his allies to get a better strike and finish this fight so they may hurry to the docks to get back Isbiel.
(Dornin is using the Help Action for whoever does their next attack)
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Unable, or unwilling to release his weapons, he drops before Dornin. Stomping on his hands and kicking at the blades they refuse to dislodge from his grip. Even as the sound of bone crunching beneath your heel. The compulsion over, he rises again, the grin creasing his lips into a thin line. Surrounded by the three of you, Octo, Kallith, and Dornin all within striking distance, he begins to laugh. A small giggle at first then bubbling out manical. He knows his death is near, and is happy for it, but he will take you with him when he goes.
"I would run girl" he says grinning at Chandle "When im done with these fools I will take you as well" he quips with confidence and bluster. He strikes out at all three of you, dancing forwards and back to keep you at bay and still inflict pain.
Scimitar attack against Octo, with Disadvantage, (Dodge):Attack: 18 Damage: 4
He then ducks behind Dornin, dancing out of the circle and striding over to step in close to Chandle, his look of ecstasy promising the pleasure of pain, the sweet release of death. The wizard on one side of him, the rogue on the other. The Minotaur and Firbolg left behind to attack at shadows.
Make an Insight check DC 12, If successful open spoiler:
The man is trying to frustrate you, to draw you in, make a mistake. His retreat is calculated. Outnumbered means nothing to this man, it only makes it easier and more enjoyable. He has something up his sleeve.
The man has left the range of both Kallith, and Octo. If you take the opportunity to attack, as the southerner slips around Dornin and up to Chandle, Make your AOO in your post, then open this spoiler.
Open spoiler, After, making AOO
Trained, and well rehearsed, the man drove you back then stepped away. Not hoping to evade the inevitable attack but to goad you into making it. Rushing you, seeming to know just where you will attack. The Southerner dives back in; his dagger diving in towards your flesh, meant to gut an opponent, he then continues his move and swings around and behind Dornin.
Riposte, Reaction, Scimitar attack against Octo: Attack: 10 Damage: 7
Riposte, Reaction, Scimitar attack against Kallith: Attack: 12 Damage: 8
Kallith is surprised at the speed of the man, hastily whirls around to try and catch his shadow with her staff.
Attack: 15, damage: 8 bludgeoning
Not seeing the riposte coming, her shield was out of the way, not even close. "Aargh!", the firbolg groans as the dagger stabs into her side. Clamping her teeth together, throttling her breath into a hiss, she steps back and grabs some loose stones off the ground, enchanting (magic stone) them without a thought, anger rising up.
The druid throws one of the rocks at the man, letting go on instinct, the missile a blur in the air.
After two wild stumbling shots and one that fell far short of its target the Southerner did not expect Chandle to have any skill in close. His breath hot on her face, stinking of spice and foulness his grin changes to a shocked look of surprise. Chandles shortened weapon thrusts into his abdomen, as Octo's axe slices down his back.
Kallith flings a stone into the base of his skull, a spray of life across the dusty road, the man finally collapses. Even in death the grip upon his weapons is unrelenting.
The Horseman have disappeared into the distance, no sound of hooves still echo. The Dwarf ranch hand returns, "By the holy Triad, you must retrieve the mistress. I am sorry for doubting you. I was fooled into thinking the others were from her father."
“I’m coming back for you Assuik! When this is all over we’re gonna have a little chat and a whole lotta something else.” Chandle quickly loots the assassin. Beyond that she looks at the others… “Well anyone good at tracking?”
Dornin places his hand to his side and looks to it, "Gods, I hate the sight of blood, especially my own". He places his palm firmly back over the wound to try and stop some of the bleeding "I got too close, I was reckless and this is the result" He thinks to himself as he aches in pain.
Dornin shout out "Assuik! He need horses, please, tell me there are more somewhere for us to use! Please hurry!" He faces his friends, seeing their severe wounds and he frowns. "I know what I'm asking is unfair, but we must proceed. We cannot return empty handed and our ticket home is galloping away!" He turns back towards the ranch hand in a panic, Dornin's face is easy to read as he might throw up. "Assuik, Horses! PLEASE!" He yells.
Kallith is still groaning and cussing liberally, both at herself and at the men. Both at their souls and for their souls.
"If we must continue, I can probably carry Dornin and Chandle, but not the big man.", indicating Octo. Upon any questioning looks, she elaborates: "Remember the squirrel?"
The firbol draws upon all the strength she has, soothing the wounds of Dornin (4 healing) and Octo (5 healing). "I can't keep this up. We are shifting the balance, we require too much of her." she whispers more to herself than anyone else.
If there is another horse around (perhaps brought by Assuik), she will make use of her temporary blessing and talk to it in a soothing voice. "We need your speed for but a moment. Would you bear us to the place with many people close to here (village)? I promise that we will not put you in danger and we will let you return here soon."
Chandle hastily picks through the clothing and possessions of the assassins. The Southerner carried a small pouch, a hard leather pack with straps for the small of the back. Within a ball of twines, ball bearings, and a small bell can be found. Nestled in the corner is a thin vial of poison. Remove the scimitar from his grasp, even in death he clings to the weapon. It tingles, like little pins upon the flesh that touches the weapon. You can feel a faint dweomer within, not secretive or hidden, the weapon wants you to feel its power, even if it is not grand. The swarthy man carried a few Nobles and Nibs (4gp, 12cp), caltrops and his Thinblade, a Longsword with the Finesse property.
Scimitar of deaths embrace
Once you have bonded (Attuned) the Scimitar to yourself, you can't be disarmed of that weapon unless you are incapacitated. If it is on the same plane of existence, you can summon that weapon as a bonus action on your turn, causing it to teleport instantly to your hand. (Otherwise Not a Magic Weapon)
Vial of Poison
Two (2) doses of a thick, acrid smelling poison are contained within this thin vial. The may be applied to a weapon and remain there until used. The first hit with this weapon inflicts DC 12 Con or poisoned A dose is good for a single use, whether used to coat a blade or ammunition.
Assuik calls the farm hands, with the soothing words of Kallith to call and guide the horses, in they come, with little bidding of the hands. The horses, once terrified now seek the comfort of the Firbolgs embrace, nuzzling into his arms, and nudging his midriff. The will follow the Druid, he is comfort, and joy, he is family.
Assuik turns to the Half-elf, "We had five horses but the other three are bein ridden hard towards the Port, I assume they mean port Llast. It is a couples hours from here towards the coast. Careful when you get there, the place is a haunted ruin. A tortured shadow of what it was. I hope I am not making a mistake with you, but I figure, two groups fighting for the lady bodes better for her survival"
[OoC: DM, please note that Kallith is a woman and uses she/her pronouns.]
Kallith uses both hands to pet the horses, returning the affection. After Assuik explains the situation, she relays this in simple terms to the horses, adding "Majestic ones, we are sorry for asking this of you after what happened. I will be in your debt."
While she waits for Chandle to finish her examination of the assassins, she inspects the animals for signs of hurt. The thought of what those Ibn Altair would do to the other horses (and Isbel of course) worried her greatly.
"Riding a horse at a full gallop for several hours is torture. I will not ask the same of these. And I don't think I'll be able to keep up my shape for that long either."
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The two Southerners continue to press against Octo, some how still standing, their scimitar and thinblade cutting grooves in his hide. Chandle steps tot he side loosing an arrow tht slices a clean cut across the mans neck, nocking him back a few steps to pitch forward, bleeding upon the bale of hay.
Dornin takes his chance, no longer worried about striking a friend, too desperate to do anything but attack. The bolt slams into the scimitar wielder. He laughs as the pain washes over him, the black necrotic energy shriveling his vitality, yet he battles on.
"Your bleeding out big boy, when you fall the others will succumb to my blade" he quips as the scimitar and dagger continue to dance a steady cadence against his axe, and, too frequently his ribs. Blood wells and drips down Octo's side, staining the dirt below.
The man makes three attacks, against Octo. If it takes less than three to drop Octo he will lean into Kallith (who stepped up to assist) and use his attacks against the Firbolg.
Scimitar 1:Attack: 10 Damage: 5
Scimitar 2: Attack: 12 Damage: 4
Dagger: Attack: 10 Damage: 7
Initiative
Chandle nocks yet another arrow moving for a better shot…
attack 6 once again losing her step and fearing to hit an ally, her shot flies off…
Wise as a serpent and sly as a fox.
Octo accepts a scimitar hit but can’t think of a clever quip for the man, so he does what he does best, and swings his axe at his head.
Attack: 21, damage: 6
"This is madness you fool! Your people left you behind and your partner is dead, is this how you thank the gods for your life?"
Kallith moves quickly around the man, so as not to let him get too comfortable in how he chose to move. From there, she wielded her staff like a club, attempting to knock the man over the head with it.
Attack: 13, damage: 8 bldg
Dornin looks to the Scimitar man seeming to enjoy this all too much. He must do something now before Octo or anyone else loses their head. He takes a few steps forward towards the fight at hand and speaks his magical command again. "Drop your weapons" the fiendish voice booms from his mouth.
(Command- Wis save:13 or must drop his weapons and end his turn)
The southerner smirks at Kalliths comments. "I have served Bhaal well, can you say the same to your god? I will take you with me and we shall see" His smile broadens, the arrow flying wide. "Put it down before you hurt someone girl" he quips at Chandle.
The man rushes a step towards Octo, his scimitar and dagger driving the axe down, blow after blow his weight forcing the weapon lower. Then dives into the dirt, groveling at Dornins feet.
The profane command forcing him into submission.
Wis save: 6
Kallith is not sure what to make of Bhaal. How well known is that god to the general public? [If needed: religion 15]
The firbolg tries to knock out the man, as he seemed beyond reasoning.
Attack (with adv if prone, but same result without adv): 18, damage: 4 bludgeoning
Chandle aims and fires at the southerner, “I feel a need to skewer you!”
attack 12 damage 7 if adjacent to Octo sneak attack damage is 2.
Wise as a serpent and sly as a fox.
Dornin, standing atop the man, does his best to stand on the enemy’s hands and kick whatever weapons he still carries. Hopefully allowing his allies to get a better strike and finish this fight so they may hurry to the docks to get back Isbiel.
(Dornin is using the Help Action for whoever does their next attack)
Unable, or unwilling to release his weapons, he drops before Dornin. Stomping on his hands and kicking at the blades they refuse to dislodge from his grip. Even as the sound of bone crunching beneath your heel. The compulsion over, he rises again, the grin creasing his lips into a thin line. Surrounded by the three of you, Octo, Kallith, and Dornin all within striking distance, he begins to laugh. A small giggle at first then bubbling out manical. He knows his death is near, and is happy for it, but he will take you with him when he goes.
"I would run girl" he says grinning at Chandle "When im done with these fools I will take you as well" he quips with confidence and bluster. He strikes out at all three of you, dancing forwards and back to keep you at bay and still inflict pain.
Scimitar attack against Octo, with Disadvantage, (Dodge):Attack: 18 Damage: 4
Scimitar attack agaisnt Kallith: Attack: 12 Damage: 8
Dagger attack agaisnt Dornin: Attack: 8 Damage: 4
He then ducks behind Dornin, dancing out of the circle and striding over to step in close to Chandle, his look of ecstasy promising the pleasure of pain, the sweet release of death. The wizard on one side of him, the rogue on the other. The Minotaur and Firbolg left behind to attack at shadows.
Make an Insight check DC 12, If successful open spoiler:
The man is trying to frustrate you, to draw you in, make a mistake. His retreat is calculated. Outnumbered means nothing to this man, it only makes it easier and more enjoyable. He has something up his sleeve.
The man has left the range of both Kallith, and Octo. If you take the opportunity to attack, as the southerner slips around Dornin and up to Chandle, Make your AOO in your post, then open this spoiler.
Open spoiler, After, making AOO
Trained, and well rehearsed, the man drove you back then stepped away. Not hoping to evade the inevitable attack but to goad you into making it. Rushing you, seeming to know just where you will attack. The Southerner dives back in; his dagger diving in towards your flesh, meant to gut an opponent, he then continues his move and swings around and behind Dornin.
Riposte, Reaction, Scimitar attack against Octo: Attack: 10 Damage: 7
Riposte, Reaction, Scimitar attack against Kallith: Attack: 12 Damage: 8
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Initiative
Insight: 7
Attack of Opportunity: 9, damage 8
Octo then let’s out a tooth grinding growl…
Reckless attack: 18, damage: 17
(OOC: he'll have advantage on attacks against me)
Insight: 7
Kallith is surprised at the speed of the man, hastily whirls around to try and catch his shadow with her staff.
Attack: 15, damage: 8 bludgeoning
Not seeing the riposte coming, her shield was out of the way, not even close. "Aargh!", the firbolg groans as the dagger stabs into her side. Clamping her teeth together, throttling her breath into a hiss, she steps back and grabs some loose stones off the ground, enchanting (magic stone) them without a thought, anger rising up.
The druid throws one of the rocks at the man, letting go on instinct, the missile a blur in the air.
Attack: 18, damage: 9 bludgeoning
Chandle insight 16
Ever one to enjoy this deadly dance and banter, she grins back dropping her bow and drawing her short sword she whips the blade with a flourish
attack 23 damage 4 +1 sneak attack!
”Promises like that cut like glass, I know how to handle that!”
Wise as a serpent and sly as a fox.
After two wild stumbling shots and one that fell far short of its target the Southerner did not expect Chandle to have any skill in close. His breath hot on her face, stinking of spice and foulness his grin changes to a shocked look of surprise. Chandles shortened weapon thrusts into his abdomen, as Octo's axe slices down his back.
Kallith flings a stone into the base of his skull, a spray of life across the dusty road, the man finally collapses. Even in death the grip upon his weapons is unrelenting.
The Horseman have disappeared into the distance, no sound of hooves still echo. The Dwarf ranch hand returns, "By the holy Triad, you must retrieve the mistress. I am sorry for doubting you. I was fooled into thinking the others were from her father."
“I’m coming back for you Assuik! When this is all over we’re gonna have a little chat and a whole lotta something else.” Chandle quickly loots the assassin. Beyond that she looks at the others… “Well anyone good at tracking?”
survival 20 follow the horses.
Wise as a serpent and sly as a fox.
Dornin places his hand to his side and looks to it, "Gods, I hate the sight of blood, especially my own". He places his palm firmly back over the wound to try and stop some of the bleeding "I got too close, I was reckless and this is the result" He thinks to himself as he aches in pain.
Dornin shout out "Assuik! He need horses, please, tell me there are more somewhere for us to use! Please hurry!" He faces his friends, seeing their severe wounds and he frowns. "I know what I'm asking is unfair, but we must proceed. We cannot return empty handed and our ticket home is galloping away!" He turns back towards the ranch hand in a panic, Dornin's face is easy to read as he might throw up. "Assuik, Horses! PLEASE!" He yells.
Kallith is still groaning and cussing liberally, both at herself and at the men. Both at their souls and for their souls.
"If we must continue, I can probably carry Dornin and Chandle, but not the big man.", indicating Octo. Upon any questioning looks, she elaborates: "Remember the squirrel?"
The firbol draws upon all the strength she has, soothing the wounds of Dornin (4 healing) and Octo (5 healing). "I can't keep this up. We are shifting the balance, we require too much of her." she whispers more to herself than anyone else.
If there is another horse around (perhaps brought by Assuik), she will make use of her temporary blessing and talk to it in a soothing voice. "We need your speed for but a moment. Would you bear us to the place with many people close to here (village)? I promise that we will not put you in danger and we will let you return here soon."
Chandle hastily picks through the clothing and possessions of the assassins. The Southerner carried a small pouch, a hard leather pack with straps for the small of the back. Within a ball of twines, ball bearings, and a small bell can be found. Nestled in the corner is a thin vial of poison. Remove the scimitar from his grasp, even in death he clings to the weapon. It tingles, like little pins upon the flesh that touches the weapon. You can feel a faint dweomer within, not secretive or hidden, the weapon wants you to feel its power, even if it is not grand. The swarthy man carried a few Nobles and Nibs (4gp, 12cp), caltrops and his Thinblade, a Longsword with the Finesse property.
Scimitar of deaths embrace
Once you have bonded (Attuned) the Scimitar to yourself, you can't be disarmed of that weapon unless you are incapacitated. If it is on the same plane of existence, you can summon that weapon as a bonus action on your turn, causing it to teleport instantly to your hand. (Otherwise Not a Magic Weapon)
Vial of Poison
Two (2) doses of a thick, acrid smelling poison are contained within this thin vial. The may be applied to a weapon and remain there until used. The first hit with this weapon inflicts DC 12 Con or poisoned A dose is good for a single use, whether used to coat a blade or ammunition.
Assuik calls the farm hands, with the soothing words of Kallith to call and guide the horses, in they come, with little bidding of the hands. The horses, once terrified now seek the comfort of the Firbolgs embrace, nuzzling into his arms, and nudging his midriff. The will follow the Druid, he is comfort, and joy, he is family.
Assuik turns to the Half-elf, "We had five horses but the other three are bein ridden hard towards the Port, I assume they mean port Llast. It is a couples hours from here towards the coast. Careful when you get there, the place is a haunted ruin. A tortured shadow of what it was. I hope I am not making a mistake with you, but I figure, two groups fighting for the lady bodes better for her survival"
Octo moves slowly towards the horse he pulled the man from, hoping the horse knows that he chose not to harm it, even from within his rage.
Animal Handling: 1
But then decides to wait for Kallith’s lead, and just as slowly, backs away.
[OoC: DM, please note that Kallith is a woman and uses she/her pronouns.]
Kallith uses both hands to pet the horses, returning the affection. After Assuik explains the situation, she relays this in simple terms to the horses, adding "Majestic ones, we are sorry for asking this of you after what happened. I will be in your debt."
While she waits for Chandle to finish her examination of the assassins, she inspects the animals for signs of hurt. The thought of what those Ibn Altair would do to the other horses (and Isbel of course) worried her greatly.
"Riding a horse at a full gallop for several hours is torture. I will not ask the same of these. And I don't think I'll be able to keep up my shape for that long either."