Lev eyes the kobold soldiers, gritting his teeth and falling into a low guard. The sooner they end this the sooner they can move on. Letting out a breath, he advances doing his best to use his reach to his advantage as he steps up beside Morric.
He still isn't entirely sure what to make of this paladin, but that aside he isn't going to watch and let someone fight alone.
To hit 11 Damage: 10 ... :(
He will use his reaction to either intercept (reduce damage by half) the next attack aimed at Morric or parry (reduce damage by 1d4) if it's directed at him.
Lira winces, clutching her side as she slips behind Vydar, blood seeping through her fingers. The soft voice cuts through the chaos, strange but not unfamiliar after everything she’s witnessed. She doesn’t flinch or question it—she’s seen too much lately to doubt her own senses now. Her eyes dart around, trying to find the source, but her voice stays low and steady. “Help? I certainly wouldn’t turn it down,”she mutters under her breath.
Perception to try to pinpoint where voice is coming from: nat 20 + 5
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The little skunk runs over around the tent, while Vydar and the Weasel are locked in combat (which lowers its ac a bit). The skunk runs over to the huge weasel and bites its leg. (1 damage)
Lira
"Hello. I'm Snowball, these stinky lizards captured me." (it barks)
Vydar
Vydar hears Lira making a strange chattering noise, then the skunk runs over and bites the Weasel as it chatters.
Morric focuses and ignores the constant biting insects. He studies the green armored Kobold and the two next to him, noting thier coordinated defense. Then, asIólinder's magic takes out the banner holder behind the group, Morric finds an opportunity to strike. His sword goes through shield and armor and he knows his blow struck true.
With glaive in hand, the dragon shield attacks Morric again, a sort of coordinated attack which gains advantage due to those around him, but he is unable to strike true with his first shot. However, the second strikes true, 12 piercing damage. Morrics movement agitates the wasps: (1-3, sting, 4-6, leave): (4), but they fly up into the air and begin to disperse.
The Kobold who threw the cage of wasps pulls out a flask and throws it at Zarbyn, but misses his mark. As the glass flask hits the ground and shatters, steam and bubbling can be heard (acid).
Back to the top, all can declare actions:
Amdaeng is being attacked by a brown weasel and rider. One Kobold near her is dead, the other unconscious.
Vydar, Lira are attacking a white weasel. The weasel has bitten Vydar and has not let go of him with its strong jaws. A tiny skunk has gone over to them.
Three Kobolds remain on the east side. A Kobold Inventor, Dragonshield, and Legionary. They are coordinating their attacks and using some shields to improve their attacks and defenses. Morric is quite hurt.
Lira blinks in surprise as the skunk barrels into the fray, its tiny voice clear as day. The shock of understanding it—actually understanding it—hits her like a cold splash of water, but there’s no time to question it. “Snowball…you’re a brave one,” she mutters, a fierce, protective glint in her eyes. Heart pounding, she draws Needle, her slender blade flashing in the moonlight, and slips into the shadows behind the distracted weasel. With Snowball snapping at its leg and Vydar holding its attention, she seizes the moment and drives her blade in with lethal precision.
As Liras wickedly sharp blade pierces the creature, it releases its grip on Vydar and drops to the ground, life slipping from its eyes. A spiked collar slips off its neck, similar to those worn by the wolves Lira encountered.
Lira breathes a sigh of relief as the creature falls, shaking her head as the collar falls away. "Forcing innocent creatures to fight for them. It's terrible." She leans over to scoop up Snowball and make sure he's alright.
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Vydar get's slightly distracted and confused upon hearing Lira start chattering behind him, followed by a skunk rushing to their aid. Had she suddenly become able to speak with animals? The thought is cut off as he feels the weasel dig it's teeth deeper into his shoulder. Just as he pulls his sword from it's side, preparing for another strike, Lira dashes around him and strikes it first. He feels it go limp and he releases his grip on it's fur as it falls lifeless to the ground.
Lira's words cause some of the hatred he had towards the creature to fade, as he looks at the now broken collar. This creature may have been the one to take Paivirra, but it's death had not avenged her. "Yeah, It's sickening."He says bitterly, flicking the blood from his blade. Lira's words and the collar are a stark reminder that these enemies they are fighting are just the tip of the iceberg. He has a long way to go if he wants to avenge Paivirra and Natalie.
He looks away from the weasel, and towards Lira as she picks up the skunk. Killing that beast may even have been a mercy to it. He for one would certainly prefer death over loosing his free will. Though, Lira may be proof that whatever spell these poor souls are under can be broken, at least partly. Hopefully they can find a way to remove that necklace from Lira.
"That thing looked like it got you good." He says, eyeing the skunk. "We aren't done yet though, stay close to me and lets go help the others." With that, he moves between the two tents and towards the fighting. His first instinct is to aid Amdaeng since she is fighting a dire weasel and it's rider alone, though he notes that Morric is looking pretty worn despite having the rest of the party backing him up. These things in mind, he finds a position between the two battles and raises a hand sending two glowing red darts towards the dragonshield, and two towards the rider.
Magic Missile 2nd level: Damage on Dire weasel rider:
Zarbyn uses his Bonus Action to summon the blade of living shadows back into his hand and moves up to once again strike at (c) next to Morric.
Attack: 20 Damage: 10
"The tide of battle is turning in our favor! We almost have them!"
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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 feeling greatly relieved by the inspiring words and healing from Lolinder and the gathering of allies around him versus the dragon boys will action surge and strike at kobold c that is aiding the dragon shield and at the dragon
attck vs C- 17 dmg 12
attck vs Dragonshield- 24 dmg 15
” take this you dragon boy hooligan…you almost made me say a bad word!”
The brown enormous collared weasel tries to bite the fast moving monk and succeeds, sinking it teeth deeply into unarmored flesh (Nat 20 to hit, Damage 7 piercing), the creature latches on to Amdaeng, grappling her. DC12 to break out) The rider is unable to hit it mark.
The shield unit, although faltering still gains strategic advantage (+1Ac) due to their interesting coordinated tactics. Legionary C stabs twice with his short sharp thick weapon (Gladius): Lev blocks the first but the second hits armor. However, it does not penetrate (16 to hit).
Iólinder moves forward into the frey, offering himself as an easy target instead of Morric while taunting the green armored kobold. "You understand so little of the war you find yourselves in, follower of Telak. Every blow that you take against Winter strengthens the Dragon."
Just then, the magic floating golden spear of the war cleric ends the warrior, as a sort of strange smile and sense of relief enters the Kobolds face.
Then Morric, Lev and Zarbyn feel the strength of the clerics magic, (gaining 5 temp hp each).
As this is occurring, Morric seizes the opprortunity, striking down the kobold next to him and hitting the green armored once more for good measure.
With the two main fighters, dead, Zarbyn throws his blade of shadow at the Kobold Inventor, (He's at 3/13).
Amdaeng, stuck in the mouth of the huge weasel,
Amdaeng continued pummeling the weasel rider before her...
Amdaeng is able to un"weasel" the rider who falls to the ground unconscious, but several magical bolts (Vydar) fly into him, ending his life.
Her second strike easily hits the Weasel, who is holding onto her with his sharp teeth. (4/13 hp). Amdaeng notes that he creatures eyes seem a strange red color.
The strangely equipped Kobold across camp, pulls a sort of long flexible pole out from his pack, a string drops to the ground. Attacked to it is a fairly large scorpion. He flings the angry poisonous creature at Iólinder, but he is able to duck back and avoid it.
Lira
Lira hears a tiny very quiet voice "I can help you if you like. I don't like it, I don't like it at all."
Lev eyes the kobold soldiers, gritting his teeth and falling into a low guard. The sooner they end this the sooner they can move on. Letting out a breath, he advances doing his best to use his reach to his advantage as he steps up beside Morric.
He still isn't entirely sure what to make of this paladin, but that aside he isn't going to watch and let someone fight alone.
To hit 11 Damage: 10 ... :(
He will use his reaction to either intercept (reduce damage by half) the next attack aimed at Morric or parry (reduce damage by 1d4) if it's directed at him.
----->Morric
Kobold Dragonshield in green armor
Kobold Inventor
Wasps
Skunk
Lira winces, clutching her side as she slips behind Vydar, blood seeping through her fingers. The soft voice cuts through the chaos, strange but not unfamiliar after everything she’s witnessed. She doesn’t flinch or question it—she’s seen too much lately to doubt her own senses now. Her eyes dart around, trying to find the source, but her voice stays low and steady. “Help? I certainly wouldn’t turn it down,” she mutters under her breath.
Perception to try to pinpoint where voice is coming from: nat 20 + 5
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The little skunk runs over around the tent, while Vydar and the Weasel are locked in combat (which lowers its ac a bit). The skunk runs over to the huge weasel and bites its leg. (1 damage)
Lira
"Hello. I'm Snowball, these stinky lizards captured me." (it barks)
Vydar
Vydar hears Lira making a strange chattering noise, then the skunk runs over and bites the Weasel as it chatters.
Morric will swing on the dragon shield kobold as he is unsure of how to deal with the wasps. Trying to maintain his smile through the stings.
Attck 19 dmg 19
he will use a 2nd wind to regain some hp ( yuck only 4)
Morric focuses and ignores the constant biting insects. He studies the green armored Kobold and the two next to him, noting thier coordinated defense. Then, asIólinder's magic takes out the banner holder behind the group, Morric finds an opportunity to strike. His sword goes through shield and armor and he knows his blow struck true.
With glaive in hand, the dragon shield attacks Morric again, a sort of coordinated attack which gains advantage due to those around him, but he is unable to strike true with his first shot. However, the second strikes true, 12 piercing damage. Morrics movement agitates the wasps: (1-3, sting, 4-6, leave): (4), but they fly up into the air and begin to disperse.
The Kobold who threw the cage of wasps pulls out a flask and throws it at Zarbyn, but misses his mark. As the glass flask hits the ground and shatters, steam and bubbling can be heard (acid).
Back to the top, all can declare actions:
Amdaeng is being attacked by a brown weasel and rider. One Kobold near her is dead, the other unconscious.
Vydar, Lira are attacking a white weasel. The weasel has bitten Vydar and has not let go of him with its strong jaws. A tiny skunk has gone over to them.
Three Kobolds remain on the east side. A Kobold Inventor, Dragonshield, and Legionary. They are coordinating their attacks and using some shields to improve their attacks and defenses. Morric is quite hurt.
Lira blinks in surprise as the skunk barrels into the fray, its tiny voice clear as day. The shock of understanding it—actually understanding it—hits her like a cold splash of water, but there’s no time to question it. “Snowball…you’re a brave one,” she mutters, a fierce, protective glint in her eyes. Heart pounding, she draws Needle, her slender blade flashing in the moonlight, and slips into the shadows behind the distracted weasel. With Snowball snapping at its leg and Vydar holding its attention, she seizes the moment and drives her blade in with lethal precision.
Bonus Action: cunning action hide behind weasel, stealth: 23
Action: Needle on weasel to hit 25, damage 8 + 6 sneak attack= 14
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As Liras wickedly sharp blade pierces the creature, it releases its grip on Vydar and drops to the ground, life slipping from its eyes. A spiked collar slips off its neck, similar to those worn by the wolves Lira encountered.
(Lira roll perception)
Lira breathes a sigh of relief as the creature falls, shaking her head as the collar falls away. "Forcing innocent creatures to fight for them. It's terrible." She leans over to scoop up Snowball and make sure he's alright.
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Lira perception: nat 1+5
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The little guy is an arctic skunk (White fur on her back with some black highlights on her head). But, combat continues on the other side of camp.
Vydar get's slightly distracted and confused upon hearing Lira start chattering behind him, followed by a skunk rushing to their aid. Had she suddenly become able to speak with animals? The thought is cut off as he feels the weasel dig it's teeth deeper into his shoulder. Just as he pulls his sword from it's side, preparing for another strike, Lira dashes around him and strikes it first. He feels it go limp and he releases his grip on it's fur as it falls lifeless to the ground.
Lira's words cause some of the hatred he had towards the creature to fade, as he looks at the now broken collar. This creature may have been the one to take Paivirra, but it's death had not avenged her. "Yeah, It's sickening." He says bitterly, flicking the blood from his blade. Lira's words and the collar are a stark reminder that these enemies they are fighting are just the tip of the iceberg. He has a long way to go if he wants to avenge Paivirra and Natalie.
He looks away from the weasel, and towards Lira as she picks up the skunk. Killing that beast may even have been a mercy to it. He for one would certainly prefer death over loosing his free will. Though, Lira may be proof that whatever spell these poor souls are under can be broken, at least partly. Hopefully they can find a way to remove that necklace from Lira.
"That thing looked like it got you good." He says, eyeing the skunk. "We aren't done yet though, stay close to me and lets go help the others." With that, he moves between the two tents and towards the fighting. His first instinct is to aid Amdaeng since she is fighting a dire weasel and it's rider alone, though he notes that Morric is looking pretty worn despite having the rest of the party backing him up. These things in mind, he finds a position between the two battles and raises a hand sending two glowing red darts towards the dragonshield, and two towards the rider.
Magic Missile 2nd level:
Damage on Dire weasel rider:
Dart 1: 3
Dart 2: 3
Damage on Dragonshield:
Dart 3: 4
Dart 4: 4
lólinder struggles between healing the wounded Morric and assaulting the still active enemies.
He begrudgingly settles on trying to do both then draw attacks to himself.
Bonus action move spiritual weapon to attack dragon shield kobold.
19 to hit for 7 force damage.
Action cast Aid granting 5 healing (and increasing their HP max by 5 for the next 8 hours) to Morric, Lev, and Zarbyn.
As I walk passed my allies to stand before the dragon shield kobold.
"You've already failed this fight. You have no healer and I remain unscathed to keep my allies charging ever forward. I almost feel pity for you."
Zarbyn uses his Bonus Action to summon the blade of living shadows back into his hand and moves up to once again strike at (c) next to Morric.
Attack: 20
Damage: 10
"The tide of battle is turning in our favor! We almost have them!"
Amdaeng continued pummeling the weasel rider before her...
Attack: 11 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
Bonus Action-
Attack: 16 Damage: 11
( All non lethal)
Morric feeling greatly relieved by the inspiring words and healing from Lolinder and the gathering of allies around him versus the dragon boys will action surge and strike at kobold c that is aiding the dragon shield and at the dragon
attck vs C- 17 dmg 12
attck vs Dragonshield- 24 dmg 15
” take this you dragon boy hooligan…you almost made me say a bad word!”
( cute little stinkers..lol)
Lira can do a ranged attack
----->Lev
The brown enormous collared weasel tries to bite the fast moving monk and succeeds, sinking it teeth deeply into unarmored flesh (Nat 20 to hit, Damage 7 piercing), the creature latches on to Amdaeng, grappling her. DC12 to break out) The rider is unable to hit it mark.
The shield unit, although faltering still gains strategic advantage (+1Ac) due to their interesting coordinated tactics. Legionary C stabs twice with his short sharp thick weapon (Gladius): Lev blocks the first but the second hits armor. However, it does not penetrate (16 to hit).
Iólinder moves forward into the frey, offering himself as an easy target instead of Morric while taunting the green armored kobold.
"You understand so little of the war you find yourselves in, follower of Telak. Every blow that you take against Winter strengthens the Dragon."
Just then, the magic floating golden spear of the war cleric ends the warrior, as a sort of strange smile and sense of relief enters the Kobolds face.
Then Morric, Lev and Zarbyn feel the strength of the clerics magic, (gaining 5 temp hp each).
As this is occurring, Morric seizes the opprortunity, striking down the kobold next to him and hitting the green armored once more for good measure.
With the two main fighters, dead, Zarbyn throws his blade of shadow at the Kobold Inventor, (He's at 3/13).
Amdaeng, stuck in the mouth of the huge weasel,
Amdaeng continued pummeling the weasel rider before her...
Amdaeng is able to un"weasel" the rider who falls to the ground unconscious, but several magical bolts (Vydar) fly into him, ending his life.
Her second strike easily hits the Weasel, who is holding onto her with his sharp teeth. (4/13 hp). Amdaeng notes that he creatures eyes seem a strange red color.
The strangely equipped Kobold across camp, pulls a sort of long flexible pole out from his pack, a string drops to the ground. Attacked to it is a fairly large scorpion. He flings the angry poisonous creature at Iólinder, but he is able to duck back and avoid it.
Lira, Lev, (Only two creatures, if we don't count the skunk, remain, brown weasel and Kobold Inventor).
Next round: Amdaeng is grappled, and Iolinder is being harassed by a scorpion on a stick.