(DM Botting for Iólinder: Iólinder takes out the missile stick and fires three magical bolts at the largest of the beasts attacking Lev, each unerringly hitting their target as it begins to fly off (10 magic damage). The creature looks very injured as it lands on the ground near Lev. LEV
As Lev looks at the beast, he notes that it's eyes are not those of a bird, nor buck. They are the eyes of an elf.
Amdaengs blade hits the younglings attacking Vydar, it appears to be very injured.
Zarbyn and Lira both miss the fast-moving creatures, the fog not helping with their aim.
(All three creatures are still alive. The largest one on Lev is almost dead and has landed. The smaller one near him is uninjured. The third attacking Vydar is in bad shape.)
Morric will strike with his flail, hoping to cripple the bird, deer thing…he thinks to himself about how weird the things are living up here in these mountains and why cant birds be birds, deer be deer and goblins be goblins?
attack: 6 ( nat 1)
( i guess thinking interferes with striking , lol)
Lev locks eyes with the oncoming creature, ready to run it through, but for some reason he freezes. What is this? He grits his teeth, whatever these... things are, they are trying to kill them. But...
Whatever thoughts had been going through his mind are drowned out by the need to defend himself. His eyes harden once more and he prepares to kill the beast.
Lev tries to fight to not attack but feels compelled to attack the strange incapacitated creature. His sharp glaive pierces its heart and he sees the life leave its eyes.
Morric is a bit to slow to hit the targets and they dive in and out.
Iólinder tries out the new Hex staff that he recovered from the necromancer in the glade: (14 to hit: 2 necrotic damage to the smaller assailant.)
The fast moving creature swoops back from above, again attacking Vydar. It misses with its short sharp horns and claws and begins flying away. It appears to be very injured.
The other youngling swoops in on Lev but seems to veer off as it sees its parent die.
(All can attack again, ranged attacks only except Vydar and Lev)
Studying the diving movements of the avian, Lira anticipates its flight path and hits it squarely with her arrow. The beast stops flapping its wings and falls into the ravine. After a long few seconds, a thump is heard below. (?Maybe 50 feet).
No visible target near Lira, Vydar and Amdaeng. Amdaeng found a dead large Peryton. The nest can still be investigated and Lira found a few items.
A second youngling seems intent on targeting Lev so far, but veered off when it saw the larger one fall.
(Iolinder, Morric, Zarbyn (if still on bridge), Lev are still engaged with one smaller flying creature.)
With only one of the dangerous flying creatures left Zarbyn will try to finish it off and shoot a beam of crackling energy at it.
10 misses
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
Morric will try and hit it with his fancy new warbow. attack 17 to hit and 5 dmg
( the roller seems to like low dmg scores)
Morric will suggest cleaning the dead bird thing. Gotta be some good meat and possibly some valuable parts. He has visions of giant roast turkey crossed with venison steaks in his mind. ( like old school cartoons)
Amdaeng is beginning to feel a little uncomfortable about slaughtering all the creatures but doesn't really see another option if they will not break off their attack......not that she blames them their nest was being invaded from their point of view.....
She kept careful watch with a blade in her hand but hoped she wouldn't need to throw it....
The half stag, half eagle looks once more at Lev, then takes off and flys off into the fog. After a few moments, it is clear is has given up the fight. (Combat over).
Once the creatures have fallen or retreated, Lev collapses to his knees. Whatever had compelled him to fight before was gone, and the realization of what had happened comes crashing down like an avalanche.
His breathing is heavy and ragged, both from his wounds and the thoughts racing through his mind. “No,” he says abruptly, wide eyes fixing on Morric when the paladin suggests cleaning the creatures for food.
Lev puts a hand to his head, then spits blood before moving towards the dead creature. What sort of fell magic is this? Why…
He kneels down beside the beast, “I don’t know how but… these creatures…” He glances at the rest of the group, “They were elves.”
Lira jogs over, boots crunching in the icy gravel as the last echoes of the battle fade. Her eyes are sharp, alert despite the exhaustion settling into her limbs. “The nest…it’s a graveyard,” she says grimly, crouching near the others. “Kobolds, recent ones—one or two days old at most. All of them had their chests torn open…no hearts.” She looks down at the amulet she retrieved, its once-familiar glow now dull and blackened. “She had one of these,” Lira adds softly, “a sister from the Coven.” Her fingers tighten slightly around the scroll and potion pouch she also found. "One of the bodies is an elf from Darkwood.” She reaches into her cloak and pulls out the small, shiny object she grabbed in haste, opening her palm for the others to see.
Lira pulls out a small gemstone. It is a yellow orange color, but as she holds it, the stone changes to clear. It is ice cold to the touch. After a moment, a small branch seems to grow out of one side of it, continuing to grow until it is a foot long. Several tiny vines wrap around the branch as small stones form between them. Below the crystal is a silver eagle. At the base rests a silver stag.
"We should all move quickly and safely across the bridge and regroup there in case the creature decides to return. Once on the other side we can properly examine anything found."
Zarbyn continues to make his way safely to the other side.
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
— A basic prayer.
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(DM Botting for Iólinder:
Iólinder takes out the missile stick and fires three magical bolts at the largest of the beasts attacking Lev, each unerringly hitting their target as it begins to fly off (10 magic damage). The creature looks very injured as it lands on the ground near Lev.
LEV
As Lev looks at the beast, he notes that it's eyes are not those of a bird, nor buck. They are the eyes of an elf.
Amdaengs blade hits the younglings attacking Vydar, it appears to be very injured.
Zarbyn and Lira both miss the fast-moving creatures, the fog not helping with their aim.
(All three creatures are still alive. The largest one on Lev is almost dead and has landed. The smaller one near him is uninjured. The third attacking Vydar is in bad shape.)
Iolinder, Morric, Vydar
Morric will strike with his flail, hoping to cripple the bird, deer thing…he thinks to himself about how weird the things are living up here in these mountains and why cant birds be birds, deer be deer and goblins be goblins?
attack: 6 ( nat 1)
( i guess thinking interferes with striking , lol)
Lev locks eyes with the oncoming creature, ready to run it through, but for some reason he freezes. What is this? He grits his teeth, whatever these... things are, they are trying to kill them. But...
Whatever thoughts had been going through his mind are drowned out by the need to defend himself. His eyes harden once more and he prepares to kill the beast.
To hit: 20 Damage: 6
Vydar casts another firebolt at the youngling.
To hit: 22
Damage: 1
Lev tries to fight to not attack but feels compelled to attack the strange incapacitated creature. His sharp glaive pierces its heart and he sees the life leave its eyes.
Morric is a bit to slow to hit the targets and they dive in and out.
Iólinder tries out the new Hex staff that he recovered from the necromancer in the glade: (14 to hit: 2 necrotic damage to the smaller assailant.)
The fast moving creature swoops back from above, again attacking Vydar. It misses with its short sharp horns and claws and begins flying away. It appears to be very injured.
The other youngling swoops in on Lev but seems to veer off as it sees its parent die.
(All can attack again, ranged attacks only except Vydar and Lev)
Lira moves out from behind the tree to loose another arrow at the youngling.
Action: shortbow to hit 22, damage 7+6 sneak attack= 13
Studying the diving movements of the avian, Lira anticipates its flight path and hits it squarely with her arrow. The beast stops flapping its wings and falls into the ravine. After a long few seconds, a thump is heard below. (?Maybe 50 feet).
No visible target near Lira, Vydar and Amdaeng. Amdaeng found a dead large Peryton. The nest can still be investigated and Lira found a few items.
A second youngling seems intent on targeting Lev so far, but veered off when it saw the larger one fall.
(Iolinder, Morric, Zarbyn (if still on bridge), Lev are still engaged with one smaller flying creature.)
With only one of the dangerous flying creatures left Zarbyn will try to finish it off and shoot a beam of crackling energy at it.
10 misses
Morric will try and hit it with his fancy new warbow.
attack 17 to hit and 5 dmg
( the roller seems to like low dmg scores)
Morric will suggest cleaning the dead bird thing. Gotta be some good meat and possibly some valuable parts. He has visions of giant roast turkey crossed with venison steaks in his mind. ( like old school cartoons)
The creature is hit by the oversized arrow. It seems its aggression is faltering, as it considers whether its prey is too powerful.
Amdaeng is beginning to feel a little uncomfortable about slaughtering all the creatures but doesn't really see another option if they will not break off their attack......not that she blames them their nest was being invaded from their point of view.....
She kept careful watch with a blade in her hand but hoped she wouldn't need to throw it....
The half stag, half eagle looks once more at Lev, then takes off and flys off into the fog. After a few moments, it is clear is has given up the fight.
(Combat over).
Once the creatures have fallen or retreated, Lev collapses to his knees. Whatever had compelled him to fight before was gone, and the realization of what had happened comes crashing down like an avalanche.
His breathing is heavy and ragged, both from his wounds and the thoughts racing through his mind.
“No,” he says abruptly, wide eyes fixing on Morric when the paladin suggests cleaning the creatures for food.
Lev puts a hand to his head, then spits blood before moving towards the dead creature. What sort of fell magic is this? Why…
He kneels down beside the beast, “I don’t know how but… these creatures…” He glances at the rest of the group, “They were elves.”
(History check, Intelligece check, or arcana check).
Lira jogs over, boots crunching in the icy gravel as the last echoes of the battle fade. Her eyes are sharp, alert despite the exhaustion settling into her limbs. “The nest…it’s a graveyard,” she says grimly, crouching near the others. “Kobolds, recent ones—one or two days old at most. All of them had their chests torn open…no hearts.” She looks down at the amulet she retrieved, its once-familiar glow now dull and blackened. “She had one of these,” Lira adds softly, “a sister from the Coven.” Her fingers tighten slightly around the scroll and potion pouch she also found. "One of the bodies is an elf from Darkwood.” She reaches into her cloak and pulls out the small, shiny object she grabbed in haste, opening her palm for the others to see.
Arcana: 5 History 4 (2 and 1 lol today is not my day)
Lira pulls out a small gemstone. It is a yellow orange color, but as she holds it, the stone changes to clear. It is ice cold to the touch. After a moment, a small branch seems to grow out of one side of it, continuing to grow until it is a foot long. Several tiny vines wrap around the branch as small stones form between them. Below the crystal is a silver eagle. At the base rests a silver stag.
“What in the gods’ names…?” Lira breathes, holding the wand—if that’s what it is—out in front of her like it might vanish at any moment.
History: 6, Arcana: 11
Lira assumes it’s some sort of magic wand. Maybe another in the group could examine it.
"We should all move quickly and safely across the bridge and regroup there in case the creature decides to return. Once on the other side we can properly examine anything found."
Zarbyn continues to make his way safely to the other side.