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OOC- A skill used in combat is considered an action
Tufts, gets closer to the square, only one Reptilian had roamed far enough out to see the bugbear charging. Tufts doesn't think it speaks his language but the growl comes out in a universal way, his intent clear. The reptile looks down the street at him, not looking for a fight it clubs the closest prey. A poor woman retching and heaving her last meal uncontrollably near by. The reptile hoists her to its shoulder and starts to retreat back towards the stinking building.
Lillita scampers to the closest roof top, the view of the chaos unfolding in the square. The plaza before the Flowing flagon is quickly emptying of citizens as they run for their lives. The reptiles chasing down their prey. The square is too far away to do anything, the stinking building is out of sight on the other side of the roofs crest. Below is a reptile separated from its tribe, dragging a sick and retching woman. The spectral hand grasp's the creature who shakes and bellows. Its voice a gurgle, thick and wet, it drops the woman and tries to tear the hand from its limb.
Dav'eed pounces out to the street, an arrow flashes across the square, thunking into the shaman before she even notices you are their. Her eyes trace your movements back towards hiding, her hand swirls in a deft and intricate pattern as the first syllables of a profane word leave her lips...
Gonye steps to the door, missiles following the arrow to collide with the shaman, she looks up in shock and disbelief then pitches forward upon the stairs. The power she was invoking swirling in an unwoven kaleidoscope, dissipating harmlessly.
Rothgar bellows, catching the attention of several of the closest reptiles, they drop their prey and rush to overwhelm the barbarian. Their smell was bad before, as they close it becomes unbearable. Your eyes begin to water, your nose and throat burn from the putrid smell.
The large reptile on the steps of the stinking building looks down at his fallen shaman, then up at the Flagon with hatred. Cocking its arm back it thrusts the spear in its hand across the heads of its minions. Black feathers trailing its barbed head as it spirals straight towards Gonye. It bellows like white water over large rocks, most of the reptiles grab what prey they have and dart towards the safety of the building. He picks up the shaman and retreats, leaving chaos, fear and a handful of his more brazen soldiers to cover his retreat.
Spear attack against Gonye: Attack: 20 Damage: 7
Rothgar is surrounded by three reptiles, stabbing with spears and clubbing the barbarian into submission.
Spear attack against Rothgar: Attack: 10 Damage: 5 Piercing
Spear attack against Rothgar: Attack: 12 Damage: 3 Piercing
Clubbing attack against Rothgar: Attack: 18 Damage: 3 Bludgeoning
Rothgar: Stench. Any creature other starts its turn within 5 feet of the Reptile must succeed on a DC 12 Constitution saving throw or be poisoned until the start of the creature’s next turn
Dav'eed ducks into the shadows of the door gaining half cover as a spear is thrown from the middle of the street. The reptile noticing your attack on its leaders tries to pierce and drive you from the fight.
Spear attack against Dav'eed: Attack: 23 Damage: 6 piercing.
Initiative
Your group <--- Any order
The reptiles, Most have retreated with Prey. Three remain beating Rothgar into submission. Two others have pulled back towards the stinking building, strategically retreating. Another is still down the street, struggling with the spectral hand.
As the spear chuncks harmlessly into the wooden door next to him, Dav'eed turns his attention to the trio of reptiles surrounding the northern human. Recognizing the dire situation, he quickly releases an arrow at the one closest to the crumpled man, hoping to prevent it from snatching Rothgar up!
(Attack: 6Nat 1 =(
If possible, the half-elf would move next to Rothgar, to either pull him back into the Flagon or defend him next turn. But if there is still a reptilian next to him, Dav'eed will maintain distance to shoot at range.
OOC: Lilita stays put on rooftop and moves forward towards her foes as her movement allows until she is close enough for her Chill Touch 120' range to target one of them. Since the her previous attack was unable to be performed last round use the same roll to hit and damage rolls, if the to hit roll is a miss then it's a miss.
Below is a reptile separated from its tribe, dragging a sick and retching woman. The spectral hand grasp's the creature who shakes and bellows. Its voice a gurgle, thick and wet, it drops the woman and tries to tear the hand from its limb.
And another...
Another is still down the street, struggling with the spectral hand.
Do you attack the same one, now almost directly below you, or do you attack one of the three assaulting Rothgar?
OOC- A skill used in combat is considered an action
Tufts, gets closer to the square, only one Reptilian had roamed far enough out to see the bugbear charging. Tufts doesn't think it speaks his language but the growl comes out in a universal way, his intent clear. The reptile looks down the street at him, not looking for a fight it clubs the closest prey. A poor woman retching and heaving her last meal uncontrollably near by. The reptile hoists her to its shoulder and starts to retreat back towards the stinking building.
Lillita scampers to the closest roof top, the view of the chaos unfolding in the square. The plaza before the Flowing flagon is quickly emptying of citizens as they run for their lives. The reptiles chasing down their prey. The square is too far away to do anything, the stinking building is out of sight on the other side of the roofs crest. Below is a reptile separated from its tribe, dragging a sick and retching woman. The spectral hand grasp's the creature who shakes and bellows. Its voice a gurgle, thick and wet, it drops the woman and tries to tear the hand from its limb.
Dav'eed pounces out to the street, an arrow flashes across the square, thunking into the shaman before she even notices you are their. Her eyes trace your movements back towards hiding, her hand swirls in a deft and intricate pattern as the first syllables of a profane word leave her lips...
Gonye steps to the door, missiles following the arrow to collide with the shaman, she looks up in shock and disbelief then pitches forward upon the stairs. The power she was invoking swirling in an unwoven kaleidoscope, dissipating harmlessly.
Rothgar bellows, catching the attention of several of the closest reptiles, they drop their prey and rush to overwhelm the barbarian. Their smell was bad before, as they close it becomes unbearable. Your eyes begin to water, your nose and throat burn from the putrid smell.
The large reptile on the steps of the stinking building looks down at his fallen shaman, then up at the Flagon with hatred. Cocking its arm back it thrusts the spear in its hand across the heads of its minions. Black feathers trailing its barbed head as it spirals straight towards Gonye. It bellows like white water over large rocks, most of the reptiles grab what prey they have and dart towards the safety of the building. He picks up the shaman and retreats, leaving chaos, fear and a handful of his more brazen soldiers to cover his retreat.
Spear attack against Gonye: Attack: 8 Damage: 7
Rothgar is surrounded by three reptiles, stabbing with spears and clubbing the barbarian into submission.
Spear attack against Rothgar: Attack: 24 Damage: 8 Piercing
Spear attack against Rothgar: Attack: 23 Damage: 5 Piercing
Clubbing attack against Rothgar: Attack: 19 Damage: 3 Bludgeoning
Rothgar: Stench. Any creature other starts its turn within 5 feet of the Reptile must succeed on a DC 12 Constitution saving throw or be poisoned until the start of the creature’s next turn
Dav'eed ducks into the shadows of the door gaining half cover as a spear is thrown from the middle of the street. The reptile noticing your attack on its leaders tries to pierce and drive you from the fight.
Spear attack against Dav'eed: Attack: 9 Damage: 5 piercing.
Initiative
Your group <--- Any order
The reptiles, Most have retreated with Prey. Three remain beating Rothgar into submission. Two others have pulled back towards the stinking building, strategically retreating. Another is still down the street, struggling with the spectral hand.
(Occ: If I'm correct about the distance, I'm not entirely sure of Rothgars current exact location, Tufts should be able to get to with in 10 ft. of the reptilians attacking him.)
Seeing that the reptilian has dropped the woman, Tufts changes course and races to help Rothgar. As he sprints past the struggling marauder the stench almost makes him vomit but he's able to hold it in and continue to his target.
Once in range (10ft), Tufts plants his right foot and flexes his sinuous thigh muscles to propell him into the air.
"RAH!"
With a yell meant to focus his thoughts and breathing, He tucks his left knee to his chest as he looks over his left shoulder. The move rotates his upper torso into a counterclockwise spin with his lower half forced to follow. As he rotates he sees his target come into view over his shoulder and he releases his coiled left leg in a vicious flying spinning back kick aimed at the reptile (clubber) pummeling the large human. He follows the aerial strike with a straight punch.
(Non lethal Damage strikes. Attacks rolled via sheet.
Tufts races past the reptilian struggling with a translucent blue fist wrapped about its arm. Lillita atop the roof above it. As the hand dissipates it realizes it is out, alone, its brethren having abandoned it. Leaving the woman crawling in the gutter it dashes back the way it entered the realms above.
Rothgar collapses, the reptilians grabbing and dragging him back to the night below. An arrow thunks into the ground beside them, another is blasted by a bolt of fire as a spectral hand wraps around its neck. A gurgling choking sound coming from deep within its chest as it pitches forward, collapsing. Tufts, a blur of fur and motion lands a vicious kick and roundhouse punch, sending the reptilian with the club flying to land motionless upon the ground many feet away.
The horns of the Wintershields heralds their arrival as the hooves of a horse and the pounding of booted feet come rounding the corner. The last reptile standing takes a swipe at Tufts, its crocodilian snout trying to take a part of him with it before it too turns and dashes back towards the stinking house.
Bite against Tufts: Attack: 15 Damage: 6 Piercing damage
Claw against Tufts: Attack: 19 Damage: 4 Slashing damage
If Tufts is still standing he can make an opportunity attack as the reptile flees.
Captain Janaath and a host of Wintershields arrive to a near deserted square. The citizens have run away or hid, the reptiles retreated to their hovel. His horse circles as he surveys the scene. A couple reptiles lie dead or unconscious, Rothgar unsteadily rising, He points at Dav'eed and Gonye, two people still standing and clearly a part of the tussle "answers, now. What in the gods tarnation happened here" His nose wrinkles as the smell of the reptiles lying in the street wafts towards him. "What is that smell, by all that is holy, I need answers"
Initiative has ended
2 Reptiles lie dead (Maybe three if tufts AOO lands) and one is knocked unconscious.
At least a half dozen citizens have been dragged into the depths by the reptiles.
Lillita remains upon the roof, the rest of your group is surrounded by Wintershields demanding answers
Tufts watches his first target drop. A sharp pain explodes in his right bicep as one of the fleeing creatures rips a large chunk of flesh from the bugbears upper arm. Ignoring the pain by focusing on his breathing, Tufts tries to strike back at the attacker but his arm won't respond. Tufts looks down at his rendered limb in shock as he realizes just how grave the injury is. The torn artery suddenly spewing blood from the wound. Tufts legs falter as he tries to follow the retreating raiders. His eyes flutter as the loss of blood causes him to collapse and lose consciousness
Dav'eed drops to a knee and tries to staunch the bleeding coming from Tufts' arm, but the more he squeezes, the faster the blood spouts out! (Rolled another nat 1 for a Medicine check =(
"Somebody help! I can't stop the bleeding!!" He completely ignores the man on horseback, assessing the situation with Tufts to be of greater importance than answering somebody's questions...
Lilita watched from the rooftop, her eyes scanning the chaos below. The urgency of the situation weighed heavily on her as she saw Tufts and Rothgar gravely injured. Without hesitation, she descended from the rooftop, her Dhampir abilities allowing her to scale down the building's facade with a predator's grace.
She landed silently on the cobblestone street, her eyes immediately locking onto Tufts. His lifeblood spilled onto the ground, a stark reminder of the fragility of life. Ignoring the surrounding commotion, Lilita knelt beside him. Her hands moved with practiced precision, drawing upon the ancient magic that flowed through her veins. She whispered the incantation for Cure Wounds, her voice a low murmur that seemed to blend with the twilight. A soft glow emanated from her hands as the healing energy seeped into Tufts’ wounds, knitting flesh and mending the torn artery.
With Tufts stabilized, Lilita turned her attention to Rothgar. The barbarian lay motionless, his body battered and broken. Healing Tufts had left her spent, but she could at least stabilize him. Moving quickly, she reached Rothgar's side and invoked Spare the Dying. The necromantic magic flowed through her fingertips, wrapping Rothgar in a cocoon of stasis that would halt the bleeding and hopefully stabilize his condition.
Lilita stood, her back straight and her gaze defiant. She was a Dhampir, an outcast, but in this moment, she had done what she could to save her companions. The weight of the pendant from Mother Ismel rested against her chest, a silent reminder of the power she wielded and the responsibilities it carried. Lilita’s feral instincts and her fierce loyalty to those she considered allies had driven her to act, and now she would face whatever came next.
"I have done nothing but aid the injured,"she murmured to herself, her eyes turning towards Captain Janaath as she steadied her resolve. "If you have questions or seek to arrest me, I stand before you and will not resist. I will answer them as best I can, but my conscience is clear."
With the immediate danger to her companions addressed, Lilita prepared herself for whatever came next. Her spirit was unbroken, her resolve unyielding, and in the gathering darkness, she stood as a sentinel against the encroaching night.
OOC:Cure Wounds on TuftsHeal 7 HP, both of Lilita's spell slots are now expended which is why she couldn't use cure wounds on both of them.
Gonye goes up to the WIntershields and addresses them directly, "We were in the inn discussing the smell emanating from that house when these reptilian being burst out and started grabbing people to drag back inside. We fought off what we could. The smell seems to come from the creatures themselves."
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Dav'eed watches the dark-skinned girl weave magics he had only heard of before, mending ruptured flesh and staunching the blood flow in seconds. Once, while training, he had placed a foot wrong and fell to the ground, cutting himself with the practice dagger. His master had to stitch his leg like a giant ragdoll, then apply a special mixture of herbs and bark for weeks until he was healed. "Thank you, lady, for saving their lives when I could not. Tufts and I are friends, and thus I owe you a debt - one I will not forget or forsake."
The rogue stands with Lilita as she faces the Wintershield commander, determined not to let any harm come to her. He is about to lend his voice to hers when Gonye accurately and concisely provides their perspective. So, instead of adding more words, Dav'eed nods his agreement with the mage's and druid's statements and stands ready for whatever comes.
The Wintersheilds circle the square. helping the citizens in aid, with whatever means are needed. The Captain directs several to board up the house, calling for Lieutenant Charl, and giving other directives. Jumping down from his horse he hands the reins to another, stalking over. "We have been looking for you" he directs towards Lillita. "And here you are, willing to hand yourself to our custody". A long silence ensues before he continues, directing a guard over "Sit, on those stairs, and wait. I have questions" Dismissively and with expectation of his order to be followed, he looks to the others of your lot and the carnage of the square.
"In Southern Amn we call them Ssisiris, I believe the term here is Troglodyte. Vicious creatures, the first I have heard of any attacks within the town." He looks to the stinking building, contemplating its facade, "The smell I am told only started a couple days ago, that all said is a good sign, they probably have not yet set a brooding chamber" He looks back at the group, noting the wounds and condition of each of you. A guard calls his attention, whispering in his ear for several long moments, the Captain nodding and making hmm and uhmha sounds.
"You have faced them once, are you willing to face them again. Better prepared, better equipped? I could use a group like you to help with the , lets say less savory tasks. Gods know we need the help. I have a dozen guards out with the Wastes, and several were killed recently tracking down dangerous criminals. The Trogs have dragged away citizens of this town, time is not on their side, will you help with this? There is room in the treasury to assure you are compensated." He glances around, "I have a few other things I need to do, can we talk shortly, Tufts isn't it, I will come to the Flagon in a few minutes" He walks away. Tufts doesn't know this man, not well, he has replaced the last Captain only several weeks before. His predecessor was killed but only rumor speaks of why or how.
He strides over to Lillita. Bending at the waist he leans in close, not a foot from her face as he studies her visage, stares intently into her eyes. "I have on my desk a file with your name on it, titled 'Little dead girl'. We have been looking for you! Now tell me why I shouldn't take you in. I have a man who will retrieve any secrets you have, whether you want to let them out or not." He leans back, crossing his arms in anticipation, leaving any silence to hang, until it is truly fat and ripe.
Dav'eed will walk over and sit next to Lilita, giving her his unspoken support. Without looking at the captain, he leans over and says to her, "You look perfectly alive to me. And your healing of Tufts over there? Never saw dead things heal anything like that..."He sniffs at her hair, smiles broadly, and exclaims for anyone nearby listening, "She doesn't smell dead, either. She smells rather nice, actually. A nice change from the troglodytes and sweat-stained armor!"
He looks at Lilita again and says apologetically, "I didn't mean to speak for you, lady. My apologies if I am stepping in unwanted. Light knows you don't need my help!" He smiles broadly at her, using his charm more to influence those around them who might accuse her of wrong.
Lilita said nothing initially, silently complying with Captain Janaath's command to sit down the stairs. She moved with the grace of a predator, her presence an unsettling reminder of the shadows from which she emerged. As she settled on the steps, she listened intently to the Captain's conversation with Tufts, her mind racing with possibilities and dangers. The mention of Troglodytes and the Captain's intent to speak more at the Flagon hinted at the unfolding of a larger, more sinister plot.
When Captain Janaath at last walked over to Lilita, leaning in close to scrutinize her with his piercing gaze, Lilita met his stare with unwavering intensity. Her bone-black eyes, devoid of warmth, reflected the depth of her ancient curse and the resolve that kept her bound to the world of the living.
The Captain's threats and questions hung in the air, a challenge that demanded a response. Lilita's lips curled into a faint, enigmatic smile as she raised her forefinger, gesturing for a moment of patience. Captain Janaath had leaned back, crossing his arms, clearly expecting an answer.
Without warning, Lilita's hand shot out, striking the Half-Elf Dav'eed with a swift, precise slap to the side of the face. The sharp sound of the impact echoed in the tense silence, a rebuke for his audacious behavior.
Turning her attention back to the Captain, Lilita's voice was calm, yet tinged with an edge of defiance as she gave her answer. "Because your community is cursed with darkness, and you need such as I... a reaper who can help lift the veil." Her words were laden with the weight of her existence, a declaration of her purpose and a subtle warning of her capabilities.
The little dead girl remained seated, her posture one of guarded readiness, awaiting the Captain's response...
OOC: Unarmed Strike (Advantage): To Hit17Damage:0 HP
A tight, small smile graced the Captains lips, for the briefest of moments. A man not practiced in the art of niceties. Other than that the slap elicited no other response. As he listens to your words, short on explanation, or answer of any sort. "So. I should let you go, now, because you are useful?"
"Now that doesn't answer a thing now does it. I am sure you can do better that that." He pauses before continuing, longer than would seem natural "You have spooked the citizenry, creeping through the shadows. Complaints, warnings, reports of the dead roaming the Town. The Shattered Quarter in Neverwinter is not a distant memory." Uncrossing his arms he leans in again, not as close as before but still bordering on uncomfortable.
Anybody watching: Perception check DC 18
The Captain has a stilted speech, long pauses punctured by quick verbal assaults. Its the pause that stands out, he appears to be listening to somebody speak.
"Alas, spooking the skittish is not a crime. In fact there are no reports of any such crimes by your hand, so you are free to go" He leans in too close, his voice dropping to a whisper that Dav'eed, only feet away may not hear.
"I know your kind. I know what you are and what you crave. One wrong move and I will be there. I will always be there. So do what you say and make yourself useful"
Lieutenant Charl, a most radiant woman walked up the steps, smiling with light and warmth. When she spoke it was as a mothers embrace, as love and comfort. Hoisting a pack upon the table she begins to pull forth an assortment of items, many wrapped in oil cloth and twine. Collecting several plates and glasses from the bar she returns, her smile more glorious then before. "The captain desires your help, you saw those beasts drag off without mercy our people. What do you think will become of them, how long do you think they have." Her hands move in practiced ease as the packages are unwrapped, their contents distributed upon the plates and mugs collected.
The hairs on your heads, (or the tufts along your arms and legs and torso, and elsewhere not mentioned), stand on end. Lieutenant Charls movements you realize are specific, practiced, intentional. A ceremony, the weave beginning to spiral into and around the food on the table. Reds, purples and greens add a haze of color , a tint to everything about you. The simple fare rattles the plates rolling and spinning, a clamor until...they all stop at once. A Heroes Feast laid out before you.
"We could certainly use your help, on this or other problems that plague this town. either way, enjoy the Heroes feast, you have earned it. What say you?"
Heroes Feast: Ritual: Consuming a heroes feast during a short rest will grant the effects of a Long rest. It is possible in this way to gain the benefits of a second Long rest within a 24 hour period.
Tufts stares down at his non functioning right arm with a befuddled look on his face. His field of vision narrows and grays out into nothingness. The blackness of death swallows him. He feels as if he is falling onto a black pit when suddenly a burning sensation starts in his rendered arm. The sensation is uncomfortable but not painful. It lifts him, gently stopping his feeling of decent. Suddenly the blackness is gone, bright white light searing his retinas. Tufts gasps as his lungs once again fill with air. He blinks away his disorientation in time to see Lilita moving from him to Rothgar.
Twice in less than a day the Dhampir had saved his life. A realization came to him in that moment that from here forth her cause would be his cause and he would never stray far from her side. Unlike his friend Dav'eed he knew better than to voice this to his fiercey independent companion. Instead he kept his tongue still. Even though he wanted to rail against the Commander's slanderous accusations he opted instead to support her in stoic silence. Inspite of that, A lip curling glare was laid upon the Commander and he was unable to keep silent when the acusation that Lilita may know more than she expressed. His voice a low rumble he responded to the Captain. ( Perception 22 via sheet. Tufts would have been as close as Dav'eed for the exchange. )
"Nar, Find answers there."
He stretches a long arm out between the Captain and Lilita to point at the uncocious Troglodyte. His bristled fur and intervening stance a dead give away to his protective nature.
Tufts then steps between the Captain and Lilita to go see to Rothgar. He sees that the barbarian is stable but could use some more tending. ( medicine 15) He pulls strips of cloth from his own tattered pants to bind some of the barbarians more grievous wounds. He looks to Gonye and Dav'eed to help him get the man inside.
If none of the guard proceed to subdue the unconscious troglodyte Tufts will find rope and do it himself. (Survival 10) He will then join the others at the feast.
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OOC- A skill used in combat is considered an action
Tufts, gets closer to the square, only one Reptilian had roamed far enough out to see the bugbear charging. Tufts doesn't think it speaks his language but the growl comes out in a universal way, his intent clear. The reptile looks down the street at him, not looking for a fight it clubs the closest prey. A poor woman retching and heaving her last meal uncontrollably near by. The reptile hoists her to its shoulder and starts to retreat back towards the stinking building.
Lillita scampers to the closest roof top, the view of the chaos unfolding in the square. The plaza before the Flowing flagon is quickly emptying of citizens as they run for their lives. The reptiles chasing down their prey. The square is too far away to do anything, the stinking building is out of sight on the other side of the roofs crest. Below is a reptile separated from its tribe, dragging a sick and retching woman. The spectral hand grasp's the creature who shakes and bellows. Its voice a gurgle, thick and wet, it drops the woman and tries to tear the hand from its limb.
Dav'eed pounces out to the street, an arrow flashes across the square, thunking into the shaman before she even notices you are their. Her eyes trace your movements back towards hiding, her hand swirls in a deft and intricate pattern as the first syllables of a profane word leave her lips...
Gonye steps to the door, missiles following the arrow to collide with the shaman, she looks up in shock and disbelief then pitches forward upon the stairs. The power she was invoking swirling in an unwoven kaleidoscope, dissipating harmlessly.
Rothgar bellows, catching the attention of several of the closest reptiles, they drop their prey and rush to overwhelm the barbarian. Their smell was bad before, as they close it becomes unbearable. Your eyes begin to water, your nose and throat burn from the putrid smell.
The large reptile on the steps of the stinking building looks down at his fallen shaman, then up at the Flagon with hatred. Cocking its arm back it thrusts the spear in its hand across the heads of its minions. Black feathers trailing its barbed head as it spirals straight towards Gonye. It bellows like white water over large rocks, most of the reptiles grab what prey they have and dart towards the safety of the building. He picks up the shaman and retreats, leaving chaos, fear and a handful of his more brazen soldiers to cover his retreat.
Spear attack against Gonye: Attack: 20 Damage: 7
Rothgar is surrounded by three reptiles, stabbing with spears and clubbing the barbarian into submission.
Spear attack against Rothgar: Attack: 10 Damage: 5 Piercing
Spear attack against Rothgar: Attack: 12 Damage: 3 Piercing
Clubbing attack against Rothgar: Attack: 18 Damage: 3 Bludgeoning
Rothgar: Stench. Any creature other starts its turn within 5 feet of the Reptile must succeed on a DC 12 Constitution saving throw or be poisoned until the start of the creature’s next turn
Dav'eed ducks into the shadows of the door gaining half cover as a spear is thrown from the middle of the street. The reptile noticing your attack on its leaders tries to pierce and drive you from the fight.
Spear attack against Dav'eed: Attack: 23 Damage: 6 piercing.
Initiative
As the spear chuncks harmlessly into the wooden door next to him, Dav'eed turns his attention to the trio of reptiles surrounding the northern human. Recognizing the dire situation, he quickly releases an arrow at the one closest to the crumpled man, hoping to prevent it from snatching Rothgar up!
(Attack: 6 Nat 1 =(
If possible, the half-elf would move next to Rothgar, to either pull him back into the Flagon or defend him next turn. But if there is still a reptilian next to him, Dav'eed will maintain distance to shoot at range.
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Below is a reptile separated from its tribe, dragging a sick and retching woman. The spectral hand grasp's the creature who shakes and bellows. Its voice a gurgle, thick and wet, it drops the woman and tries to tear the hand from its limb.
And another...
Another is still down the street, struggling with the spectral hand.
Do you attack the same one, now almost directly below you, or do you attack one of the three assaulting Rothgar?
OOC: Sorry about that, I'm on the road, responding on the fly for now, so the attack goes to one of the three assaulting Rothgar.
Hoping to distract the reptilians, Gonye sends a gout of flame towards one of the three on Rothgar. Fire Bolt Attack: 17 Damage: 5
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Rothgar is down
OOC: Lilita has one spell slot left, on her next action when it comes around we'll see if she can get close enough to provide a Healing Word
(Occ: If I'm correct about the distance, I'm not entirely sure of Rothgars current exact location, Tufts should be able to get to with in 10 ft. of the reptilians attacking him.)
Seeing that the reptilian has dropped the woman, Tufts changes course and races to help Rothgar. As he sprints past the struggling marauder the stench almost makes him vomit but he's able to hold it in and continue to his target.
Once in range (10ft), Tufts plants his right foot and flexes his sinuous thigh muscles to propell him into the air.
"RAH!"
With a yell meant to focus his thoughts and breathing, He tucks his left knee to his chest as he looks over his left shoulder. The move rotates his upper torso into a counterclockwise spin with his lower half forced to follow. As he rotates he sees his target come into view over his shoulder and he releases his coiled left leg in a vicious flying spinning back kick aimed at the reptile (clubber) pummeling the large human. He follows the aerial strike with a straight punch.
(Non lethal Damage strikes. Attacks rolled via sheet.
Kick: 25 (nat 20)
Damage : 8 (2d4 for the crit +3)
Surprise attack bonus damage: 6
Puch: 19
Damage: 5
Total non lethal damage: 19)
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Tufts races past the reptilian struggling with a translucent blue fist wrapped about its arm. Lillita atop the roof above it. As the hand dissipates it realizes it is out, alone, its brethren having abandoned it. Leaving the woman crawling in the gutter it dashes back the way it entered the realms above.
Rothgar collapses, the reptilians grabbing and dragging him back to the night below. An arrow thunks into the ground beside them, another is blasted by a bolt of fire as a spectral hand wraps around its neck. A gurgling choking sound coming from deep within its chest as it pitches forward, collapsing. Tufts, a blur of fur and motion lands a vicious kick and roundhouse punch, sending the reptilian with the club flying to land motionless upon the ground many feet away.
The horns of the Wintershields heralds their arrival as the hooves of a horse and the pounding of booted feet come rounding the corner. The last reptile standing takes a swipe at Tufts, its crocodilian snout trying to take a part of him with it before it too turns and dashes back towards the stinking house.
Bite against Tufts: Attack: 15 Damage: 6 Piercing damage
Claw against Tufts: Attack: 19 Damage: 4 Slashing damage
If Tufts is still standing he can make an opportunity attack as the reptile flees.
Captain Janaath and a host of Wintershields arrive to a near deserted square. The citizens have run away or hid, the reptiles retreated to their hovel. His horse circles as he surveys the scene. A couple reptiles lie dead or unconscious, Rothgar unsteadily rising, He points at Dav'eed and Gonye, two people still standing and clearly a part of the tussle "answers, now. What in the gods tarnation happened here" His nose wrinkles as the smell of the reptiles lying in the street wafts towards him. "What is that smell, by all that is holy, I need answers"
Initiative has ended
2 Reptiles lie dead (Maybe three if tufts AOO lands) and one is knocked unconscious.
At least a half dozen citizens have been dragged into the depths by the reptiles.
Lillita remains upon the roof, the rest of your group is surrounded by Wintershields demanding answers
Tufts watches his first target drop. A sharp pain explodes in his right bicep as one of the fleeing creatures rips a large chunk of flesh from the bugbears upper arm. Ignoring the pain by focusing on his breathing, Tufts tries to strike back at the attacker but his arm won't respond. Tufts looks down at his rendered limb in shock as he realizes just how grave the injury is. The torn artery suddenly spewing blood from the wound. Tufts legs falter as he tries to follow the retreating raiders. His eyes flutter as the loss of blood causes him to collapse and lose consciousness
**This Space for Rent**
Dav'eed drops to a knee and tries to staunch the bleeding coming from Tufts' arm, but the more he squeezes, the faster the blood spouts out! (Rolled another nat 1 for a Medicine check =(
"Somebody help! I can't stop the bleeding!!" He completely ignores the man on horseback, assessing the situation with Tufts to be of greater importance than answering somebody's questions...
Love God. Love Others. Any Questions?
🍃💚Lilita Lilitu💚🍃
Lilita watched from the rooftop, her eyes scanning the chaos below. The urgency of the situation weighed heavily on her as she saw Tufts and Rothgar gravely injured. Without hesitation, she descended from the rooftop, her Dhampir abilities allowing her to scale down the building's facade with a predator's grace.
She landed silently on the cobblestone street, her eyes immediately locking onto Tufts. His lifeblood spilled onto the ground, a stark reminder of the fragility of life. Ignoring the surrounding commotion, Lilita knelt beside him. Her hands moved with practiced precision, drawing upon the ancient magic that flowed through her veins. She whispered the incantation for Cure Wounds, her voice a low murmur that seemed to blend with the twilight. A soft glow emanated from her hands as the healing energy seeped into Tufts’ wounds, knitting flesh and mending the torn artery.
With Tufts stabilized, Lilita turned her attention to Rothgar. The barbarian lay motionless, his body battered and broken. Healing Tufts had left her spent, but she could at least stabilize him. Moving quickly, she reached Rothgar's side and invoked Spare the Dying. The necromantic magic flowed through her fingertips, wrapping Rothgar in a cocoon of stasis that would halt the bleeding and hopefully stabilize his condition.
Lilita stood, her back straight and her gaze defiant. She was a Dhampir, an outcast, but in this moment, she had done what she could to save her companions. The weight of the pendant from Mother Ismel rested against her chest, a silent reminder of the power she wielded and the responsibilities it carried. Lilita’s feral instincts and her fierce loyalty to those she considered allies had driven her to act, and now she would face whatever came next.
"I have done nothing but aid the injured," she murmured to herself, her eyes turning towards Captain Janaath as she steadied her resolve. "If you have questions or seek to arrest me, I stand before you and will not resist. I will answer them as best I can, but my conscience is clear."
With the immediate danger to her companions addressed, Lilita prepared herself for whatever came next. Her spirit was unbroken, her resolve unyielding, and in the gathering darkness, she stood as a sentinel against the encroaching night.
OOC: Cure Wounds on Tufts Heal 7 HP, both of Lilita's spell slots are now expended which is why she couldn't use cure wounds on both of them.
Gonye goes up to the WIntershields and addresses them directly, "We were in the inn discussing the smell emanating from that house when these reptilian being burst out and started grabbing people to drag back inside. We fought off what we could. The smell seems to come from the creatures themselves."
Coriana - Company of the Grey Chain
Wagner - Dragon Heist: Bards.
DM - The Old Keep
Dav'eed watches the dark-skinned girl weave magics he had only heard of before, mending ruptured flesh and staunching the blood flow in seconds. Once, while training, he had placed a foot wrong and fell to the ground, cutting himself with the practice dagger. His master had to stitch his leg like a giant ragdoll, then apply a special mixture of herbs and bark for weeks until he was healed. "Thank you, lady, for saving their lives when I could not. Tufts and I are friends, and thus I owe you a debt - one I will not forget or forsake."
The rogue stands with Lilita as she faces the Wintershield commander, determined not to let any harm come to her. He is about to lend his voice to hers when Gonye accurately and concisely provides their perspective. So, instead of adding more words, Dav'eed nods his agreement with the mage's and druid's statements and stands ready for whatever comes.
Love God. Love Others. Any Questions?
The Wintersheilds circle the square. helping the citizens in aid, with whatever means are needed. The Captain directs several to board up the house, calling for Lieutenant Charl, and giving other directives. Jumping down from his horse he hands the reins to another, stalking over. "We have been looking for you" he directs towards Lillita. "And here you are, willing to hand yourself to our custody". A long silence ensues before he continues, directing a guard over "Sit, on those stairs, and wait. I have questions" Dismissively and with expectation of his order to be followed, he looks to the others of your lot and the carnage of the square.
"In Southern Amn we call them Ssisiris, I believe the term here is Troglodyte. Vicious creatures, the first I have heard of any attacks within the town." He looks to the stinking building, contemplating its facade, "The smell I am told only started a couple days ago, that all said is a good sign, they probably have not yet set a brooding chamber" He looks back at the group, noting the wounds and condition of each of you. A guard calls his attention, whispering in his ear for several long moments, the Captain nodding and making hmm and uhmha sounds.
"You have faced them once, are you willing to face them again. Better prepared, better equipped? I could use a group like you to help with the , lets say less savory tasks. Gods know we need the help. I have a dozen guards out with the Wastes, and several were killed recently tracking down dangerous criminals. The Trogs have dragged away citizens of this town, time is not on their side, will you help with this? There is room in the treasury to assure you are compensated." He glances around, "I have a few other things I need to do, can we talk shortly, Tufts isn't it, I will come to the Flagon in a few minutes" He walks away. Tufts doesn't know this man, not well, he has replaced the last Captain only several weeks before. His predecessor was killed but only rumor speaks of why or how.
He strides over to Lillita. Bending at the waist he leans in close, not a foot from her face as he studies her visage, stares intently into her eyes. "I have on my desk a file with your name on it, titled 'Little dead girl'. We have been looking for you! Now tell me why I shouldn't take you in. I have a man who will retrieve any secrets you have, whether you want to let them out or not." He leans back, crossing his arms in anticipation, leaving any silence to hang, until it is truly fat and ripe.
Dav'eed will walk over and sit next to Lilita, giving her his unspoken support. Without looking at the captain, he leans over and says to her, "You look perfectly alive to me. And your healing of Tufts over there? Never saw dead things heal anything like that..." He sniffs at her hair, smiles broadly, and exclaims for anyone nearby listening, "She doesn't smell dead, either. She smells rather nice, actually. A nice change from the troglodytes and sweat-stained armor!"
He looks at Lilita again and says apologetically, "I didn't mean to speak for you, lady. My apologies if I am stepping in unwanted. Light knows you don't need my help!" He smiles broadly at her, using his charm more to influence those around them who might accuse her of wrong.
Love God. Love Others. Any Questions?
🍃💚Lilita Lilitu💚🍃
Lilita said nothing initially, silently complying with Captain Janaath's command to sit down the stairs. She moved with the grace of a predator, her presence an unsettling reminder of the shadows from which she emerged. As she settled on the steps, she listened intently to the Captain's conversation with Tufts, her mind racing with possibilities and dangers. The mention of Troglodytes and the Captain's intent to speak more at the Flagon hinted at the unfolding of a larger, more sinister plot.
When Captain Janaath at last walked over to Lilita, leaning in close to scrutinize her with his piercing gaze, Lilita met his stare with unwavering intensity. Her bone-black eyes, devoid of warmth, reflected the depth of her ancient curse and the resolve that kept her bound to the world of the living.
The Captain's threats and questions hung in the air, a challenge that demanded a response. Lilita's lips curled into a faint, enigmatic smile as she raised her forefinger, gesturing for a moment of patience. Captain Janaath had leaned back, crossing his arms, clearly expecting an answer.
Without warning, Lilita's hand shot out, striking the Half-Elf Dav'eed with a swift, precise slap to the side of the face. The sharp sound of the impact echoed in the tense silence, a rebuke for his audacious behavior.
Turning her attention back to the Captain, Lilita's voice was calm, yet tinged with an edge of defiance as she gave her answer. "Because your community is cursed with darkness, and you need such as I... a reaper who can help lift the veil." Her words were laden with the weight of her existence, a declaration of her purpose and a subtle warning of her capabilities.
The little dead girl remained seated, her posture one of guarded readiness, awaiting the Captain's response...
OOC: Unarmed Strike (Advantage): To Hit 17 Damage: 0 HP
A tight, small smile graced the Captains lips, for the briefest of moments. A man not practiced in the art of niceties. Other than that the slap elicited no other response. As he listens to your words, short on explanation, or answer of any sort. "So. I should let you go, now, because you are useful?"
"Now that doesn't answer a thing now does it. I am sure you can do better that that." He pauses before continuing, longer than would seem natural "You have spooked the citizenry, creeping through the shadows. Complaints, warnings, reports of the dead roaming the Town. The Shattered Quarter in Neverwinter is not a distant memory." Uncrossing his arms he leans in again, not as close as before but still bordering on uncomfortable.
Anybody watching: Perception check DC 18
The Captain has a stilted speech, long pauses punctured by quick verbal assaults. Its the pause that stands out, he appears to be listening to somebody speak.
"Alas, spooking the skittish is not a crime. In fact there are no reports of any such crimes by your hand, so you are free to go" He leans in too close, his voice dropping to a whisper that Dav'eed, only feet away may not hear.
Lillita, (And Dav'eed with a perception DC 16)
"I know your kind. I know what you are and what you crave. One wrong move and I will be there. I will always be there. So do what you say and make yourself useful"
Lieutenant Charl, a most radiant woman walked up the steps, smiling with light and warmth. When she spoke it was as a mothers embrace, as love and comfort. Hoisting a pack upon the table she begins to pull forth an assortment of items, many wrapped in oil cloth and twine. Collecting several plates and glasses from the bar she returns, her smile more glorious then before. "The captain desires your help, you saw those beasts drag off without mercy our people. What do you think will become of them, how long do you think they have." Her hands move in practiced ease as the packages are unwrapped, their contents distributed upon the plates and mugs collected.
The hairs on your heads, (or the tufts along your arms and legs and torso, and elsewhere not mentioned), stand on end. Lieutenant Charls movements you realize are specific, practiced, intentional. A ceremony, the weave beginning to spiral into and around the food on the table. Reds, purples and greens add a haze of color , a tint to everything about you. The simple fare rattles the plates rolling and spinning, a clamor until...they all stop at once. A Heroes Feast laid out before you.
"We could certainly use your help, on this or other problems that plague this town. either way, enjoy the Heroes feast, you have earned it. What say you?"
Heroes Feast: Ritual: Consuming a heroes feast during a short rest will grant the effects of a Long rest. It is possible in this way to gain the benefits of a second Long rest within a 24 hour period.
Tufts stares down at his non functioning right arm with a befuddled look on his face. His field of vision narrows and grays out into nothingness. The blackness of death swallows him. He feels as if he is falling onto a black pit when suddenly a burning sensation starts in his rendered arm. The sensation is uncomfortable but not painful. It lifts him, gently stopping his feeling of decent. Suddenly the blackness is gone, bright white light searing his retinas. Tufts gasps as his lungs once again fill with air. He blinks away his disorientation in time to see Lilita moving from him to Rothgar.
Twice in less than a day the Dhampir had saved his life. A realization came to him in that moment that from here forth her cause would be his cause and he would never stray far from her side. Unlike his friend Dav'eed he knew better than to voice this to his fiercey independent companion. Instead he kept his tongue still. Even though he wanted to rail against the Commander's slanderous accusations he opted instead to support her in stoic silence. Inspite of that, A lip curling glare was laid upon the Commander and he was unable to keep silent when the acusation that Lilita may know more than she expressed. His voice a low rumble he responded to the Captain. ( Perception 22 via sheet. Tufts would have been as close as Dav'eed for the exchange. )
"Nar, Find answers there."
He stretches a long arm out between the Captain and Lilita to point at the uncocious Troglodyte. His bristled fur and intervening stance a dead give away to his protective nature.
Tufts then steps between the Captain and Lilita to go see to Rothgar. He sees that the barbarian is stable but could use some more tending. ( medicine 15) He pulls strips of cloth from his own tattered pants to bind some of the barbarians more grievous wounds. He looks to Gonye and Dav'eed to help him get the man inside.
If none of the guard proceed to subdue the unconscious troglodyte Tufts will find rope and do it himself. (Survival 10) He will then join the others at the feast.
**This Space for Rent**