The cultist slashes his blade up wildly as Evelynpulls her nails back from their neck, dripping blood. As she moves around him the curved sword slices only through air. One of the kobolds moves up to Xariannervously, stabbing uselessly into the armor covering his torso.
The big man would catch a flash of green from the corner of his eye, as Rox moves around his legs to cut back at the kobold with his scimitar before scurrying back to go hide behind Hadrian.
A second kobold hurries forward - though having seen the ineffectiveness of its companion's attack, instead crouches down to stab Xarianin the ankle.
Melee attack:22 to hit, 5piercing damage -> XarianConcentration Check for Blade Ward
Back to the top of initiative, entire party is up!
"G-great job, Aimon. Y-you d-did it," the Xari stammers, trying to sound enthusiastic, yet disquieted as the mage seems to psychically crush one of the cultists' brains. As if that was any worse than decapitating them as the big man himself has been doing. Nevertheless, it distracts him, and...
Xari winces in pain at the laceration to his ankle from the little wannabe blue dragon but maintains concentration on his magic (CON Save: 25 - Nat. 20).
It is enough, however, to throw off his counter, such that his blade swings too high and only grazes the kobold who had injured him, green flames fizzling.
Movement: Xari steps 5' south, still in melee with both kobolds.
After a glance at the little goblin behind him, Hadrian steps forward into the space between Aimon and the other kobold. He changes his grip on the glaive, already arcing it in an underhand swing as the blade unravels into red threads. As the threads re-stitch themselves into the head of a maul it drags against the planks of the floor, throwing off his attack.
Movement: 10 SE Bonus Action:Pact of the Blade - As a Bonus Action, you can conjure a pact weapon in your hand—a Simple or Martial Melee weapon of your choice Glaive -> Maul. Action: Maul (8 to hit), (9 bludgeoning) - (Kobold A)
Aimon smiles proudly at his apparent mastery of magic and turns his attention to the kobolds. He concentrates on the power within him, trying to experiment with another shift of elements. The temperature of the air around him drops a few degrees as an icy fog starts to form in his hand, condensing into a frigid ball of ice. He lobs it at the kobold.
The kobold ducks down as Xarian's greatsword swings towards its neck, the tip of the blade cutting a gash open along the side of its head. Wood splinters go flying through the air as Hadrian's maul breaks some of the planks beneath your feet, the draconic humanoid itself is able to step back, letting the hammerhead fly past it. Moments later, an orb of ice shatters on the wall behind it.
In the bedroom, the cultist screams in frustration as Evelyn's nails dig into his neck - more blood begins to gush out as she nicks an artery, and he begins to sway on his feet. But he still stands.
Picking a few wood splinters from its face, the kobold Hadrianhad attacked slashes across his stomach with the dagger.
Melee attack:22 to hit, 4piercing damage -> Hadrian
Rox darts forward again, slashing the other kobold while its distracted by Xari. The goblin's scimitar opens up a large gash in the kobold's side. It wobbles on its feet for but a moment, then collapses. Rox then scurries back around, hiding behind the large man this time.
Finding it difficult to wield his Greatsword, +1 in such crowded quarters, Xari swings again and mostly misses, grazing his target.
Action: Xari attacks Kobold A with his Greatsword, +1. Greatsword, +1 to hit: 8 (Nat. 1) Greatsword, +1 damage: 10 (slashing) Greatsword, +1Graze Weapon Mastery: on a miss, the original target (Kobold A) still takes damage: 4 (slashing)
Movement: ONLY if Kobold A goes down from the graze, Xari steps 15' N, just E of Evelyn in fighting Cultist C.
Aimon seems to think the goblin has enough to deal with, so he moves around the group to peer into the room where Evelyn went. Seeing one last cultists, he draws on his magic again. This time a mote of flickering flame erupts in his hand. The fire startles him as he worries it might lick up his arm to set his robes on fire and he throws it wildly.
Action: Sorcerous Burst at (C). Attack: 9. Damage: 3 Fire. Movement: 25' around the group to end up 1 square NE of Xarian's current token on the map
Red light coalesces in his hand briefly before Hadrian releases it point blank in the kobold's face with a thunderous crack.
Action:Eldritch Blast (15, 26to hit), (2 force damage) OOC: If they're still alive, the attack will target the cultist instead, along with whatever movement is required to get Hadrian a shot.
Though again the kobold seems to dodge the massive greatsword arcing in its direction, the tip of it nicks the all important artery in its neck, finishing it for good. The remaining cultist turns his attention to the main room in time to see and dodge the unstable mote of fire lobbed in his direction. Then his head is snapped back with a loud crack as a lance of red energy slams into it, and he crumples.
These raiders are defeated, the light of their torches still flickering against the walls. Outside, the sacking of Greenest continues.
"Sorry, everyone," Aimon apologises with an embarrassed grimace. "I think I got carried away. It's a little tricky." He looks guiltily between his hands, the shards of melting ice on the floor and the singe mark on the back wall.
"How are their uniforms? Is there anything we can use to disguise ourselves?" He moves to check the slain cultists, though is hesitant to actually touch anything for fear of getting blood (or worse) on his hands.
"You shouldn't be the one apologizing." The big man's growl carries resigned frustration. "I couldn't hit a barn door with this borrowed magic blade."
Xari begins picking up and moving the corpses into a pile in a corner of the eastern room that is not easily visible from doors and windows, asking for help from the others. Once gathered, he makes businesslike work of examining the bodies for clothing, masks and other accoutrements which might help him and his comrades appear more like cultists at a distant glance in the dark. Or perhaps make Rox look more like a kobold (or halfling cultist).
The uniforms themselves are fairly untouched. A little bloody from the fight, but nothing unusual for clothing worn in the midst of a raid. There are three full sized robes, three masks, and the scimitars they all seemed to use. The pommels have all been styled into a dragon's head, but other than that there's nothing particularly unique about them. One of them did carry a stoppered potion bottle. You don't recognize it as a potion of healing, but something else. It's a clear fluid, with a few particles like bits of soot floating in it.
As for Rox...The kobolds wore sparingly little. Though you have noticed not all of the raiders appeared to be cultists. During the fight in front of the keep, the three you slew specifically seemed no different from your average cutthroat. You reason the goblin could probably fit in naturally in this environment better than any of you as he is.
A thought crosses her mind, and Evelyn lets out a sigh. She hated this form, but it had a habit of coming in handy. "I have a way to make this work. You three take the robes."
Xari awkwardly attempts to put whichever seems like the largest set of robes on over his armor along with the mask, accidentally tearing one of the sleeves. He grimaces at the unfamiliarity of the clear potion with sooty particles floating in it and takes a tiny, experimental sip.
Hadrian reaches for one of the robes, reluctantly putting it on. Before he puts on the mask, he looks at Evelyn suspiciously, taking a step backwards. She had turned into an elk earlier..."Oh no. No no. You can ride along with Xarian, I'm not having one of those creepy scaled ropes touch me."
Xari listens on sardonically as the nobleman and the merchant foist the shape-changing elf onto the lowborn guardsman. They seem to be acting as if she had indicated that snake-Evelyn... Snevelyn? That Snevelyn would have to be worn about the shoulders and could not slither along on her own.
In truth, he is not quite sure himself what she has in mind, but he shakes his head and puts on a lopsided grin for Hadrian and Aimon, keeping his drawl good-natured to be clear he is only joking and means no real offense to either one, or to the elven lass.
"Oh I see. Pacts with astral red star ladies and clandestine dealings with traitorous dragon-cultist tiefling bosses are all well and good, but a snake is a bridge too far, eh? It's all right. You need me to do anything in particular for your snake-to-be self, Evelyn? Find a warm rock for you, maybe?"
The big man continues swirling the tiny sip he had taken of the clear potion with floating soot-like flecks inside his mouth in an attempt to identify it.
Evelyn slips out from behind Xarian, moving into the bedroom to drive her sharpened fingernails into the neck of the last cultist.
[Movement]: 5ne -> 5nw -> 5n -> 5nw
[Action]: Primal Savagery to hit: 23, damage: 5
The cultist slashes his blade up wildly as Evelyn pulls her nails back from their neck, dripping blood. As she moves around him the curved sword slices only through air. One of the kobolds moves up to Xarian nervously, stabbing uselessly into the armor covering his torso.
The big man would catch a flash of green from the corner of his eye, as Rox moves around his legs to cut back at the kobold with his scimitar before scurrying back to go hide behind Hadrian.
A second kobold hurries forward - though having seen the ineffectiveness of its companion's attack, instead crouches down to stab Xarian in the ankle.
Melee attack: 22 to hit, 5 piercing damage -> Xarian Concentration Check for Blade Ward
Back to the top of initiative, entire party is up!
"G-great job, Aimon. Y-you d-did it," the Xari stammers, trying to sound enthusiastic, yet disquieted as the mage seems to psychically crush one of the cultists' brains. As if that was any worse than decapitating them as the big man himself has been doing. Nevertheless, it distracts him, and...
Xari winces in pain at the laceration to his ankle from the little wannabe blue dragon but maintains concentration on his magic (CON Save: 25 - Nat. 20).
It is enough, however, to throw off his counter, such that his blade swings too high and only grazes the kobold who had injured him, green flames fizzling.
Movement: Xari steps 5' south, still in melee with both kobolds.
Action: Xari attacks Kobold B with Green Flame Blade using his Greatsword, +1.
Green Flame Blade with Greatsword, +1 to hit: 10
Green Flame Blade with Greatsword, +1 damage: 10 (slashing)
Green Flame Blade on a hit, Secondary Damage to Kobold A, adjacent to original target: 4 (fire)
Greatsword, +1 Graze Weapon Mastery: on a miss, the original target (Kobold B) still takes damage: 4 (slashing)
Bonus Action: (None)
Tanis(Ranger1): Shiverquill's Tempest City | Xarian(Fighter2): NioNSwiper's Tyranny of Dragons
Dyson/Eleo(TwilightCleric4): Vos' Beyond the Veil | Soren(ShepherdDruid5): Bartjeebus' Ravenloft | Ophelia(WildMagicSorcerer4): Ashen_Age's Risen from the Sands
Joren(EchoKnightFighter6): NotDrizzt's Simple Request | Sabetha(MercyMonk3): Bedlymn's Murder Court | Seri(NatureCleric3/DivineSoulSorcerer1): Bartjeebus' Greyhawk
After a glance at the little goblin behind him, Hadrian steps forward into the space between Aimon and the other kobold. He changes his grip on the glaive, already arcing it in an underhand swing as the blade unravels into red threads. As the threads re-stitch themselves into the head of a maul it drags against the planks of the floor, throwing off his attack.
Movement: 10 SE
Bonus Action: Pact of the Blade - As a Bonus Action, you can conjure a pact weapon in your hand—a Simple or Martial Melee weapon of your choice Glaive -> Maul.
Action: Maul (8 to hit), (9 bludgeoning) - (Kobold A)
Aimon smiles proudly at his apparent mastery of magic and turns his attention to the kobolds. He concentrates on the power within him, trying to experiment with another shift of elements. The temperature of the air around him drops a few degrees as an icy fog starts to form in his hand, condensing into a frigid ball of ice. He lobs it at the kobold.
Action: Sorcerous Burst at (A). Attack: 10. Damage: 3 Cold.
Stepping aside from the cultists counterattack, Evelyn slashes into their neck again with sharpened nails. As Xarian had said, keep the bodies intact.
[Action]: Primal Savagery to hit: 24, damage: 3
The kobold ducks down as Xarian's greatsword swings towards its neck, the tip of the blade cutting a gash open along the side of its head. Wood splinters go flying through the air as Hadrian's maul breaks some of the planks beneath your feet, the draconic humanoid itself is able to step back, letting the hammerhead fly past it. Moments later, an orb of ice shatters on the wall behind it.
In the bedroom, the cultist screams in frustration as Evelyn's nails dig into his neck - more blood begins to gush out as she nicks an artery, and he begins to sway on his feet. But he still stands.
Picking a few wood splinters from its face, the kobold Hadrian had attacked slashes across his stomach with the dagger.
Melee attack: 22 to hit, 4 piercing damage -> Hadrian
Rox darts forward again, slashing the other kobold while its distracted by Xari. The goblin's scimitar opens up a large gash in the kobold's side. It wobbles on its feet for but a moment, then collapses. Rox then scurries back around, hiding behind the large man this time.
Top of the round, party's turn!
Finding it difficult to wield his Greatsword, +1 in such crowded quarters, Xari swings again and mostly misses, grazing his target.
Action: Xari attacks Kobold A with his Greatsword, +1.
Greatsword, +1 to hit: 8 (Nat. 1)
Greatsword, +1 damage: 10 (slashing)
Greatsword, +1 Graze Weapon Mastery: on a miss, the original target (Kobold A) still takes damage: 4 (slashing)
Movement: ONLY if Kobold A goes down from the graze, Xari steps 15' N, just E of Evelyn in fighting Cultist C.
Bonus Action: (None)
Tanis(Ranger1): Shiverquill's Tempest City | Xarian(Fighter2): NioNSwiper's Tyranny of Dragons
Dyson/Eleo(TwilightCleric4): Vos' Beyond the Veil | Soren(ShepherdDruid5): Bartjeebus' Ravenloft | Ophelia(WildMagicSorcerer4): Ashen_Age's Risen from the Sands
Joren(EchoKnightFighter6): NotDrizzt's Simple Request | Sabetha(MercyMonk3): Bedlymn's Murder Court | Seri(NatureCleric3/DivineSoulSorcerer1): Bartjeebus' Greyhawk
Aimon seems to think the goblin has enough to deal with, so he moves around the group to peer into the room where Evelyn went. Seeing one last cultists, he draws on his magic again. This time a mote of flickering flame erupts in his hand. The fire startles him as he worries it might lick up his arm to set his robes on fire and he throws it wildly.
Action: Sorcerous Burst at (C). Attack: 9. Damage: 3 Fire.
Movement: 25' around the group to end up 1 square NE of Xarian's current token on the map
Red light coalesces in his hand briefly before Hadrian releases it point blank in the kobold's face with a thunderous crack.
Action: Eldritch Blast (15,
26to hit), (2 force damage)OOC: If they're still alive, the attack will target the cultist instead, along with whatever movement is required to get Hadrian a shot.
Though again the kobold seems to dodge the massive greatsword arcing in its direction, the tip of it nicks the all important artery in its neck, finishing it for good. The remaining cultist turns his attention to the main room in time to see and dodge the unstable mote of fire lobbed in his direction. Then his head is snapped back with a loud crack as a lance of red energy slams into it, and he crumples.
These raiders are defeated, the light of their torches still flickering against the walls. Outside, the sacking of Greenest continues.
Out of initiative!
"Sorry, everyone," Aimon apologises with an embarrassed grimace. "I think I got carried away. It's a little tricky." He looks guiltily between his hands, the shards of melting ice on the floor and the singe mark on the back wall.
"How are their uniforms? Is there anything we can use to disguise ourselves?" He moves to check the slain cultists, though is hesitant to actually touch anything for fear of getting blood (or worse) on his hands.
"You shouldn't be the one apologizing." The big man's growl carries resigned frustration. "I couldn't hit a barn door with this borrowed magic blade."
Xari begins picking up and moving the corpses into a pile in a corner of the eastern room that is not easily visible from doors and windows, asking for help from the others. Once gathered, he makes businesslike work of examining the bodies for clothing, masks and other accoutrements which might help him and his comrades appear more like cultists at a distant glance in the dark. Or perhaps make Rox look more like a kobold (or halfling cultist).
Xarian's Investigation: 23
(d100 roll: a measly 6)
Tanis(Ranger1): Shiverquill's Tempest City | Xarian(Fighter2): NioNSwiper's Tyranny of Dragons
Dyson/Eleo(TwilightCleric4): Vos' Beyond the Veil | Soren(ShepherdDruid5): Bartjeebus' Ravenloft | Ophelia(WildMagicSorcerer4): Ashen_Age's Risen from the Sands
Joren(EchoKnightFighter6): NotDrizzt's Simple Request | Sabetha(MercyMonk3): Bedlymn's Murder Court | Seri(NatureCleric3/DivineSoulSorcerer1): Bartjeebus' Greyhawk
The uniforms themselves are fairly untouched. A little bloody from the fight, but nothing unusual for clothing worn in the midst of a raid. There are three full sized robes, three masks, and the scimitars they all seemed to use. The pommels have all been styled into a dragon's head, but other than that there's nothing particularly unique about them. One of them did carry a stoppered potion bottle. You don't recognize it as a potion of healing, but something else. It's a clear fluid, with a few particles like bits of soot floating in it.
As for Rox...The kobolds wore sparingly little. Though you have noticed not all of the raiders appeared to be cultists. During the fight in front of the keep, the three you slew specifically seemed no different from your average cutthroat. You reason the goblin could probably fit in naturally in this environment better than any of you as he is.
"That's three robes."
A thought crosses her mind, and Evelyn lets out a sigh. She hated this form, but it had a habit of coming in handy. "I have a way to make this work. You three take the robes."
"Are any of you afraid of snakes?"
"Snakes? Why?" Aimon asks very warily, almost afraid of the answer. He is already slipping on the cultists mask that he collected earlier.
Xari awkwardly attempts to put whichever seems like the largest set of robes on over his armor along with the mask, accidentally tearing one of the sleeves. He grimaces at the unfamiliarity of the clear potion with sooty particles floating in it and takes a tiny, experimental sip.
"Ah... what?? Scared of snakes?" The big man looks confused for a moment, then it dawns on him and he gives Evelyn a wry smile.
"Only ones that talk."
Tanis(Ranger1): Shiverquill's Tempest City | Xarian(Fighter2): NioNSwiper's Tyranny of Dragons
Dyson/Eleo(TwilightCleric4): Vos' Beyond the Veil | Soren(ShepherdDruid5): Bartjeebus' Ravenloft | Ophelia(WildMagicSorcerer4): Ashen_Age's Risen from the Sands
Joren(EchoKnightFighter6): NotDrizzt's Simple Request | Sabetha(MercyMonk3): Bedlymn's Murder Court | Seri(NatureCleric3/DivineSoulSorcerer1): Bartjeebus' Greyhawk
Hadrian reaches for one of the robes, reluctantly putting it on. Before he puts on the mask, he looks at Evelyn suspiciously, taking a step backwards. She had turned into an elk earlier..."Oh no. No no. You can ride along with Xarian, I'm not having one of those creepy scaled ropes touch me."
"Yes! Xarian would be best for that," Aimon says hurriedly, realising with horror what Evelyn was asking.
"Not that I'm afraid, of course. Xarian is just... bigger and stronger. Yes, that's it."
He then pretends to be distracted by slipping the cultist's robe on, making sure his own robes are suitably hidden.
Xari listens on sardonically as the nobleman and the merchant foist the shape-changing elf onto the lowborn guardsman. They seem to be acting as if she had indicated that snake-Evelyn... Snevelyn? That Snevelyn would have to be worn about the shoulders and could not slither along on her own.
In truth, he is not quite sure himself what she has in mind, but he shakes his head and puts on a lopsided grin for Hadrian and Aimon, keeping his drawl good-natured to be clear he is only joking and means no real offense to either one, or to the elven lass.
"Oh I see. Pacts with astral red star ladies and clandestine dealings with traitorous dragon-cultist tiefling bosses are all well and good, but a snake is a bridge too far, eh? It's all right. You need me to do anything in particular for your snake-to-be self, Evelyn? Find a warm rock for you, maybe?"
The big man continues swirling the tiny sip he had taken of the clear potion with floating soot-like flecks inside his mouth in an attempt to identify it.
Tanis(Ranger1): Shiverquill's Tempest City | Xarian(Fighter2): NioNSwiper's Tyranny of Dragons
Dyson/Eleo(TwilightCleric4): Vos' Beyond the Veil | Soren(ShepherdDruid5): Bartjeebus' Ravenloft | Ophelia(WildMagicSorcerer4): Ashen_Age's Risen from the Sands
Joren(EchoKnightFighter6): NotDrizzt's Simple Request | Sabetha(MercyMonk3): Bedlymn's Murder Court | Seri(NatureCleric3/DivineSoulSorcerer1): Bartjeebus' Greyhawk