Saraphin curses as her sight is obstructed, circling the dwarf and preparing to strike out. Noting Octo's former hesitancy to strike with the blade, she reverses her grip on the knife, striking out with the pommel.
Attack: 20 Damage: 10 (nonlethal)
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“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
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Octo
The Muscled man has Octo right where he wants him, held in place (Grappled). His muscles ripple, veins popping as he strains against the Minotaur. Blood spurts from the sharp edge of Octo’s ax, the man shrinks away from the vicious blow. Spittle flying from his mouth as he bellows into Octo’ s face “You should have stayed in your hole. Hopefully someone will dig you a new one.” Using his grip on Octo’s horns he twists, trying to drive him to his knees (Shove - Prone). Leaning hard, a hand snakes out, a large hammer driving into Octo’s shoulder.
Grapple (Shove - Prone) 18
Hammer attack against Octo, If not knocked prone: Attack: Attack: 15 Damage: 5
Hammer attack if knocked prone (Advantage):9 (Take the higher of the two rolls)
Kallith, Dornin
Kallith connects with the side of the Hawkish man's head, a solid thump. The skin splits, blood begins to trickle out and down along his chin. The man doesn't even try to evade the blast of eldritch energy erupting from Dornin. With his eyes averted, the bolt streaks past the man impacting against a chair recently empty, shattering it against the bar.
The Hawkish man laughs, a mirthless chuckle of incredulity. “How audacious that you would think, YOU, could take ME. Alive. That you could even beat me, ha” His daggers flash quickly, dancing off Kallith’s shield, driving his staff outward with repeated thrusts and slashes. Kallith realizes the man's intent, his shield too high, his staff too low, the man strikes.
Wicked Dagger:Attack: 13 Damage: 7
Wicked Dagger:Attack: 3 Damage: 8
Chandle
Chandle knocks an arrow and lets loose, the Lookout had just enough time to pull another dagger, his arm cocked to throw. Feathers sprout from his face, his arms cartwheeling backwards. The dagger plunks blade first into the wooden boardwalk next to his twitching body.
Saraphin
Seraphin is caught opposite the Dwarven wizard, thrashing behemoths block her way, the muscled man and minotaur locked in a battle of strength and will. The dwarf’s fingers weave an intricate pattern, three black darts begin to appear, her eyes locked on yours. Trying to match your movements, weaving from side to side to keep away from you. A deft movement of the shoulders has the dwarf going the wrong way, the darts form and zip between the flailing arms of the wrestlers. Fizzling out before impact as Saraphin’s pommel slams into the base of the dwarf’s skull. She drops like a stone.
Initiative
Your party, <----Your turn, any order
The ruffians, (Only the Hawkish man and the Muscled behemoth remain. The dwarf appears unconscious)
Edit of above post to add the Initiative at the bottom resulted in a reroll of the dice. Lesson learned, I will try not to do it again, they were better rolls before the edit;)
Dornin is done with holding back. His irritation is almost irrational as he pivots himself more to the right of Kallith, still keeping his distance while getting a clear view from not being behind the giant and her shield. He whispers incantations once more for another blast. “You shall be silenced” says Dornin, however, he’s unsure where these words came from.. like it wasn’t himself. Eldritch Blast: To Hit:21 Damage: 2Force+2 Nec
Octo was previously Grapple which reduces his movement to 0. He did not attempt to break the grapple. The Shove does not break the previous grapple but forces him prone. Until he breaks the grapple he doesn't have the movement available to stand back up. grappled
He would actually attack at disadvantage from being prone until he breaks the grapple and can stand back up.
Octo was previously Grapple which reduces his movement to 0. He did not attempt to break the grapple. The Shove does not break the previous grapple but forces him prone. Until he breaks the grapple he doesn't have the movement available to stand back up. grappled
He would actually attack at disadvantage from being prone until he breaks the grapple and can stand back up.
Sorry, my fault, I forgot i was grappled also. So with disadvantage my attack becomes a 7 instead of an 8 and I'm still Prone and Grappled and his 14 is still a miss. My crappy rolls aren't helping my cause!
Kallith is hiding behind her shield, the dagger thunking into the wood, gouging small splinters out of it. She is incredulous at Hammonds comments. "Iallanis preserve us, what kind of leaf did you smoke? One of your men is dead!" She has not yet seen the collapsed man in the street.
Returning his dagger swipes with a poke from her staff, she aims for the stomach: To hit: 12, Damage: 8 bludgeoning, non-lethal
"Yield and live! What are you doing this for, a mere pittance of shiny metal?!"
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Octo
Your snout is being ground into the wooden floor boards as the muscled man leverages your horn and his weight. A splinter pierces into the soft black tissue of your nose, the pain only fuelling your rage. Without a proper angle your great ax swings far out and wide, missing him completely. Pinned to the ground Grappled, and prone “The only place you belong is in the ground, I will smash you to a pulp”, The muscled man wields his hammer with a short grip smashing it repeatedly into your ribs, trying to break them.
The two behemoths, the Minotaur and Muscled man are tied up before her, each struggling against the other. The two twist one way then the other, the bull thrashing its head while the large human tries to hold him down. Afraid of hitting the wrong target, she looks elsewhere. The female dwarf wizard is unconscious at her feet. The Firbolg and Half elf are tangling with the Hawkish man. Uncertain she takes the dodge action, staying , or at least trying to, stay out of the reach of the man. He swings his hammer, snapping out, on the end of a wrist tether, aimed to shatter her hip.
Shifting positions brings the Hawkish man, you think his name is Hammon, into clearer view. The Firbolg and Hammon have been trading blows back and forth, quick jabs and swipes from Kallith’s staff, slash and pierce from the man's daggers, each trying to generate an opening. So far they have done little but battle to a stalemate, however it is clear, without support, kallith will go down first. Hammons strikes are smooth, measured while Kallith is frantic, struggling to keep him at bay. A bolt of purple black energy erupts striking hard into his side, he grunts from the impact and glances in your direction, “Don't tire yourself half breed, we will dance next”
Kallith
The hawkish man easily dodges and parry’s every strike you make. The laugh grows with every word you speak, the smile growing into one of actual joy, “I do it for the blood, the coins keep my mates happy, now lets see how a half giant bleeds”. Again he beats your staff and shield outward, you anticipate his next move trying to cover the openings he made. Instead he leans back, your defensive move throwing you forward and a little off balance without his attack. He suddenly drives forward his wicked daggers directed at your exposed upper chest.
Wicked dagger attack against Kallith: Attack: 11 Damage: 5
Wicked dagger attack against Kallith: Attack: 16 Damage: 7
If it wasn't for the trace of drying blood staining his cheek and jaw, you couldn't tell he had been hurt, the wound has already closed.
Chandle
Chandle creeps towards the open window of the Pony, the legs and backside of the Minotaur can be seen sticking out from the doorway, he is hunched, his legs bunched as he appears to be struggling to stand, what's holding him down is inside, and out of sight. The street has mostly quieted as passersby give it a wide berth, a small crowd has formed across the road. The sound of a horn can be heard faintly in the distance, but getting closer.
Reaching the window Chandle peers in to see the backs of Kallith and Dornin, another person can barely be seen dodging and weaving on the far side of them. The patrons have all moved to the back of the tavern and are currently climbing out a window, a little jostling as they argue who goes next.
Initiative
Your party, <----Your turn, any order
The ruffians, (The Hawkish man is having a grand time. The Muscled behemoth is bleeding from a chest wound but fights on.)
“AAAAA, ENAAAOUAAAAGH” Octo roars, words interspersed within growls, he tightens his muscles, then lets them release in an explosion, determined to break out of this man’s hold.
Kallith continues to frantically block the relentless assault by Hammond, gritting her teeth. With a shock she realizes that the man somehow healed the wound on his forehead.
"What are you?" she pants, knocking another dagger thrust aside with her shield. She tries to make sense of the situation with her knowledge in [medicine 18]. If she learns any information, she communicates this to Dornin and any others that are closeby.
With cold sweat running down her back, she realizes that one of these dagger strikes would eventually get through her shoddy defensework. Gods above, she wasn't a fighter, what did she get herself into? She starts to concentrate fully on reacting to the mans strikes, trying to dodge them.
Dornin is surprised at this man’s capabilities, he’s never seen a mortal man with such an unwillingness to back down. He puts his focus into another blast. As he does so, he speaks “The only blood that will be had is yours, thief!” while throwing another beam from his hands.
Chandle slips into the open doorway, keeping clear of the flailing arms, legs, and weapons of the wrestling pair. The side of the minotaur is red, and angry as the muscled man slams his hammer into the minotaur's ribs again and again. The sound of bones cracking can be heard. The minotaur manages to grasp the man's arm, prying his grip from his horns. Chandle steps in and out again quickly, her shortsword piercing into the man's neck and shoulder, gouts of blood erupt as the Minotaur thrusts upward, tossing the man off of him. The muscled man stumbles then collapses to the floor. A pool of blood begins to form a halo on the floor around his head.
Saraphin glances out the door as the sound of horns, the wintershields rally call, get closer, they will arrive in seconds.
Kallith, Dornin
Hammond glances back as blood erupts across the room, splashing his back with warm crimson. The look on his face when he turns back to Kallith reveals he doesn't care, a true psychopath, reveling in the destruction of others, even his own crew. ‘You will regret this, enjoy your days for they are numbered”
A thin black ribbon of dense sooty smoke trails out of an Onyx ring on his finger, quickly enveloping him. As it dissipates, he is gone. Screams erupt from out in the street, an identical cloud of thick black sooty smoke can be seen, formed in the midst of the gathered crowd. Hammond steps from its enveloping embrace, his daggers slash out catching a couple bystanders as everybody scrambles to get out of his way. Before turning from sight down the closest alley he turns making a gesture considered rude in the Northern city of Luskan, a promise of death, with a grin he disappears.
Inititative has ended
The elf, muscled man and Lookout lie dead, the female Dwarf groans, her eyes swimming in their sockets. A large groan fills the room from behind the bar as the sound of Horns draws closer. The Wintershields will arrive within moments, no guessing how they will react to the disturbance. You only have a few seconds to act before they arrive…
Chandle wipes the blood from her short sword and sheathes it, then looks to collect one of her fired arrows… otherwise she is slow deliberate and nonthreatening.
Octo moves over to the dwarf, groaning on the floor, shakes his head to get the muscled man’s blood out of his eyes and raises his axe over his head, lined up with the dwarf’s neck. He pauses a moment and thinks “This doesn’t feel right”and lowers the axe, allowing his rage to subside.
He glances around the bar to take in the scene and the dead bodies. The sound of approaching guards does not dismay him, comfortable in what has transpired here.
Saraphin glances at the carnage, looking to each of you quickly "This town has become too dangerous, I just remembered I have pressing business further North". Sheathing her weapon she collects her pack and jogs into the street. "He wont forget, he will take you one by one. Best not to linger in this town if you know what's good for you." She tuns and disappears into the gathering crowd before the Wintershields arrive.
Saraphin will no longer join you. (They have dropped from the game, we will continue with 4 unless you all would like another player?)
((4 players is ok for me, might even be favorable for turn speed and decision making))
Kallith gapes at the scrambling and panicking people that Hammond left behind. Magic? The ring on his finger must have been a powerful artifact of some kind. And then to lash out at innocent bystanders. Rage threatens to boil up within her, but she almost automatically falls back to the calming teachings of Iallanis. The firbolg slowly breathes out.
Three people dead. Kallith is surprised to find that more had joined the fray than she initally thought. The big bull of a man seemed to be hurt, but had himself under control again.
As Saraphin takes off with her dire warning, the firbolg becomes pensive. All was not well here. This Hammond had promised her death, and for what? She steps up to the others that had fought valiantly.
"A man with an artifact able to teleport does not need the money he wanted from Arfed. He enjoys hurting people, playing with them."
Kallith looks serious, a uncommon expression on her usually jolly face. "The worst kind of person."
Heading to Octo, she inquires: "Do your wounds need tending? My goddess has seen fit to bless me with restorative abilities." If he accepts, Kallith will cast healing word (1d4+3 healing, deliberately not pre-rolling).
She also tries to see if any of the bystanders are wounded or needed help.
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Saraphin curses as her sight is obstructed, circling the dwarf and preparing to strike out. Noting Octo's former hesitancy to strike with the blade, she reverses her grip on the knife, striking out with the pommel.
Attack: 20 Damage: 10 (nonlethal)
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Octo
The Muscled man has Octo right where he wants him, held in place (Grappled). His muscles ripple, veins popping as he strains against the Minotaur. Blood spurts from the sharp edge of Octo’s ax, the man shrinks away from the vicious blow. Spittle flying from his mouth as he bellows into Octo’ s face “You should have stayed in your hole. Hopefully someone will dig you a new one.” Using his grip on Octo’s horns he twists, trying to drive him to his knees (Shove - Prone). Leaning hard, a hand snakes out, a large hammer driving into Octo’s shoulder.
Grapple (Shove - Prone) 18
Hammer attack against Octo, If not knocked prone: Attack: Attack: 15 Damage: 5
Hammer attack if knocked prone (Advantage):9 (Take the higher of the two rolls)
Kallith, Dornin
Kallith connects with the side of the Hawkish man's head, a solid thump. The skin splits, blood begins to trickle out and down along his chin. The man doesn't even try to evade the blast of eldritch energy erupting from Dornin. With his eyes averted, the bolt streaks past the man impacting against a chair recently empty, shattering it against the bar.
The Hawkish man laughs, a mirthless chuckle of incredulity. “How audacious that you would think, YOU, could take ME. Alive. That you could even beat me, ha” His daggers flash quickly, dancing off Kallith’s shield, driving his staff outward with repeated thrusts and slashes. Kallith realizes the man's intent, his shield too high, his staff too low, the man strikes.
Wicked Dagger:Attack: 13 Damage: 7
Wicked Dagger:Attack: 3 Damage: 8
Chandle
Chandle knocks an arrow and lets loose, the Lookout had just enough time to pull another dagger, his arm cocked to throw. Feathers sprout from his face, his arms cartwheeling backwards. The dagger plunks blade first into the wooden boardwalk next to his twitching body.
Saraphin
Seraphin is caught opposite the Dwarven wizard, thrashing behemoths block her way, the muscled man and minotaur locked in a battle of strength and will. The dwarf’s fingers weave an intricate pattern, three black darts begin to appear, her eyes locked on yours. Trying to match your movements, weaving from side to side to keep away from you. A deft movement of the shoulders has the dwarf going the wrong way, the darts form and zip between the flailing arms of the wrestlers. Fizzling out before impact as Saraphin’s pommel slams into the base of the dwarf’s skull. She drops like a stone.
Initiative
DM Note
Edit of above post to add the Initiative at the bottom resulted in a reroll of the dice. Lesson learned, I will try not to do it again, they were better rolls before the edit;)
Athletics Advantage w/Rage: 14 Octo is Prone.
14 to hit me with his advantage is a miss.
Octo stands up, ending Prone.
“Your breath smells like cow shit” Octo taunts “I should know right?”
Greataxe Attack on Juk: 8 damage 10
Bonus action: If 8 hits, Hammering Horns, push Juk 10 feet from me. DC 13 Str for him.
Dornin is done with holding back. His irritation is almost irrational as he pivots himself more to the right of Kallith, still keeping his distance while getting a clear view from not being behind the giant and her shield. He whispers incantations once more for another blast. “You shall be silenced” says Dornin, however, he’s unsure where these words came from.. like it wasn’t himself.
Eldritch Blast: To Hit:21 Damage: 2Force+2 Nec
Octo
Octo was previously Grapple which reduces his movement to 0. He did not attempt to break the grapple. The Shove does not break the previous grapple but forces him prone. Until he breaks the grapple he doesn't have the movement available to stand back up. grappled
He would actually attack at disadvantage from being prone until he breaks the grapple and can stand back up.
Sorry, my fault, I forgot i was grappled also. So with disadvantage my attack becomes a 7 instead of an 8 and I'm still Prone and Grappled and his 14 is still a miss. My crappy rolls aren't helping my cause!
Kallith is hiding behind her shield, the dagger thunking into the wood, gouging small splinters out of it. She is incredulous at Hammonds comments. "Iallanis preserve us, what kind of leaf did you smoke? One of your men is dead!" She has not yet seen the collapsed man in the street.
Returning his dagger swipes with a poke from her staff, she aims for the stomach: To hit: 12, Damage: 8 bludgeoning, non-lethal
"Yield and live! What are you doing this for, a mere pittance of shiny metal?!"
Chandle stows her shortbow as she moves toward the Pony she draws her shortswod. She will attempt to move stealthily.
Stealth 9
Wise as a serpent and sly as a fox.
Octo
Your snout is being ground into the wooden floor boards as the muscled man leverages your horn and his weight. A splinter pierces into the soft black tissue of your nose, the pain only fuelling your rage. Without a proper angle your great ax swings far out and wide, missing him completely. Pinned to the ground Grappled, and prone “The only place you belong is in the ground, I will smash you to a pulp”, The muscled man wields his hammer with a short grip smashing it repeatedly into your ribs, trying to break them.
Muscled man, hammer attack against Octo, (with Advantage); Attack: 13 Damage: 7
Saraphin
The two behemoths, the Minotaur and Muscled man are tied up before her, each struggling against the other. The two twist one way then the other, the bull thrashing its head while the large human tries to hold him down. Afraid of hitting the wrong target, she looks elsewhere. The female dwarf wizard is unconscious at her feet. The Firbolg and Half elf are tangling with the Hawkish man. Uncertain she takes the dodge action, staying , or at least trying to, stay out of the reach of the man. He swings his hammer, snapping out, on the end of a wrist tether, aimed to shatter her hip.
Muscled man, Hammer attack against Saraphin (Disadvantage; Dodge); Attack: 12 Damage: 8
Dornin
Shifting positions brings the Hawkish man, you think his name is Hammon, into clearer view. The Firbolg and Hammon have been trading blows back and forth, quick jabs and swipes from Kallith’s staff, slash and pierce from the man's daggers, each trying to generate an opening. So far they have done little but battle to a stalemate, however it is clear, without support, kallith will go down first. Hammons strikes are smooth, measured while Kallith is frantic, struggling to keep him at bay. A bolt of purple black energy erupts striking hard into his side, he grunts from the impact and glances in your direction, “Don't tire yourself half breed, we will dance next”
Kallith
The hawkish man easily dodges and parry’s every strike you make. The laugh grows with every word you speak, the smile growing into one of actual joy, “I do it for the blood, the coins keep my mates happy, now lets see how a half giant bleeds”. Again he beats your staff and shield outward, you anticipate his next move trying to cover the openings he made. Instead he leans back, your defensive move throwing you forward and a little off balance without his attack. He suddenly drives forward his wicked daggers directed at your exposed upper chest.
Wicked dagger attack against Kallith: Attack: 11 Damage: 5
Wicked dagger attack against Kallith: Attack: 16 Damage: 7
If it wasn't for the trace of drying blood staining his cheek and jaw, you couldn't tell he had been hurt, the wound has already closed.
Chandle
Chandle creeps towards the open window of the Pony, the legs and backside of the Minotaur can be seen sticking out from the doorway, he is hunched, his legs bunched as he appears to be struggling to stand, what's holding him down is inside, and out of sight. The street has mostly quieted as passersby give it a wide berth, a small crowd has formed across the road. The sound of a horn can be heard faintly in the distance, but getting closer.
Reaching the window Chandle peers in to see the backs of Kallith and Dornin, another person can barely be seen dodging and weaving on the far side of them. The patrons have all moved to the back of the tavern and are currently climbing out a window, a little jostling as they argue who goes next.
Initiative
“AAAAA, ENAAAOUAAAAGH” Octo roars, words interspersed within growls, he tightens his muscles, then lets them release in an explosion, determined to break out of this man’s hold.
Athletics Advantage w/Rage: 24
Knocking the man’s arms and legs away, he stands, ending Prone.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA” he roars, two hands squeezing the handle of his axe.
Kallith continues to frantically block the relentless assault by Hammond, gritting her teeth. With a shock she realizes that the man somehow healed the wound on his forehead.
"What are you?" she pants, knocking another dagger thrust aside with her shield. She tries to make sense of the situation with her knowledge in [medicine 18]. If she learns any information, she communicates this to Dornin and any others that are closeby.
With cold sweat running down her back, she realizes that one of these dagger strikes would eventually get through her shoddy defensework. Gods above, she wasn't a fighter, what did she get herself into? She starts to concentrate fully on reacting to the mans strikes, trying to dodge them.
"Could... use... some help here!"
Dornin is surprised at this man’s capabilities, he’s never seen a mortal man with such an unwillingness to back down. He puts his focus into another blast. As he does so, he speaks “The only blood that will be had is yours, thief!” while throwing another beam from his hands.
(To Hit: 13 Damage: 2Force+6Nec= 8)
(Sounds as if Octo’s opponent is prone, probably.)
Chandle moves into the entryway and seeing the readied Greataxe in Octo’s clutches decides to attack his adversary.
Seeing the perfect opportunity attack 24 (crit) damage 14 + 4 for sneak attack (either from prone advantage or adjacent ally)
Wise as a serpent and sly as a fox.
Octo, Chandle, Saraphin
Chandle slips into the open doorway, keeping clear of the flailing arms, legs, and weapons of the wrestling pair. The side of the minotaur is red, and angry as the muscled man slams his hammer into the minotaur's ribs again and again. The sound of bones cracking can be heard. The minotaur manages to grasp the man's arm, prying his grip from his horns. Chandle steps in and out again quickly, her shortsword piercing into the man's neck and shoulder, gouts of blood erupt as the Minotaur thrusts upward, tossing the man off of him. The muscled man stumbles then collapses to the floor. A pool of blood begins to form a halo on the floor around his head.
Saraphin glances out the door as the sound of horns, the wintershields rally call, get closer, they will arrive in seconds.
Kallith, Dornin
Hammond glances back as blood erupts across the room, splashing his back with warm crimson. The look on his face when he turns back to Kallith reveals he doesn't care, a true psychopath, reveling in the destruction of others, even his own crew. ‘You will regret this, enjoy your days for they are numbered”
A thin black ribbon of dense sooty smoke trails out of an Onyx ring on his finger, quickly enveloping him. As it dissipates, he is gone. Screams erupt from out in the street, an identical cloud of thick black sooty smoke can be seen, formed in the midst of the gathered crowd. Hammond steps from its enveloping embrace, his daggers slash out catching a couple bystanders as everybody scrambles to get out of his way. Before turning from sight down the closest alley he turns making a gesture considered rude in the Northern city of Luskan, a promise of death, with a grin he disappears.
Inititative has ended
The elf, muscled man and Lookout lie dead, the female Dwarf groans, her eyes swimming in their sockets. A large groan fills the room from behind the bar as the sound of Horns draws closer. The Wintershields will arrive within moments, no guessing how they will react to the disturbance. You only have a few seconds to act before they arrive…
Chandle wipes the blood from her short sword and sheathes it, then looks to collect one of her fired arrows… otherwise she is slow deliberate and nonthreatening.
Wise as a serpent and sly as a fox.
Octo moves over to the dwarf, groaning on the floor, shakes his head to get the muscled man’s blood out of his eyes and raises his axe over his head, lined up with the dwarf’s neck. He pauses a moment and thinks “This doesn’t feel right” and lowers the axe, allowing his rage to subside.
He glances around the bar to take in the scene and the dead bodies. The sound of approaching guards does not dismay him, comfortable in what has transpired here.
Saraphin glances at the carnage, looking to each of you quickly "This town has become too dangerous, I just remembered I have pressing business further North". Sheathing her weapon she collects her pack and jogs into the street. "He wont forget, he will take you one by one. Best not to linger in this town if you know what's good for you." She tuns and disappears into the gathering crowd before the Wintershields arrive.
Saraphin will no longer join you. (They have dropped from the game, we will continue with 4 unless you all would like another player?)
((4 players is ok for me, might even be favorable for turn speed and decision making))
Kallith gapes at the scrambling and panicking people that Hammond left behind. Magic? The ring on his finger must have been a powerful artifact of some kind. And then to lash out at innocent bystanders. Rage threatens to boil up within her, but she almost automatically falls back to the calming teachings of Iallanis. The firbolg slowly breathes out.
Three people dead. Kallith is surprised to find that more had joined the fray than she initally thought. The big bull of a man seemed to be hurt, but had himself under control again.
As Saraphin takes off with her dire warning, the firbolg becomes pensive. All was not well here. This Hammond had promised her death, and for what? She steps up to the others that had fought valiantly.
"A man with an artifact able to teleport does not need the money he wanted from Arfed. He enjoys hurting people, playing with them."
Kallith looks serious, a uncommon expression on her usually jolly face. "The worst kind of person."
Heading to Octo, she inquires: "Do your wounds need tending? My goddess has seen fit to bless me with restorative abilities." If he accepts, Kallith will cast healing word (1d4+3 healing, deliberately not pre-rolling).
She also tries to see if any of the bystanders are wounded or needed help.