Ororana creeps up, a positively savage grimace on her face. Murder is in her eyes. The she stops abruptly, eyes wide with surprise, as Nare-Clone pops into existance in front of her and puts their finger in front of their fuzzy lips to indicate silence.
"Be careful... not that you aren't usually... I don't know, maybe you aren't. I've barely just met you. We don't have time for this! Shhh-shush!" The harengon gestures at Hastos and Merkas to huddle up with Nare-Clone and Ororana.
"Listen please! I don't have much time," Nare-Clone whispers. "Five... no six, cult members remain in the chamber. Sera and I fought off and killed three of them already. But the ones that remain have strong magical powers, including the Cult Fanatic we attacked earlier. But he's not the strongest. There are two Sargonnas Recruiters in the room as well, with advanced magics, and the woman at the back of the room has forced us to enter the room and parlay. She's the strongest, and I think she could kill us if she tried. They're trying to recruit your guild to their cause, and make Sera her general. The pillars in the room provide magical enhancements for defence if you stand near them, and they... not the pillars, the cultists, I mean... dropped several sacks of treasure. I don't know if that's important right now, but I heard books, scrolls, trinkets, coins, weapons, and armor when the sacks were dropped. I don't know the contents inside... but I don't think they would've tried to leave with items that weren't useful."
Nare-Clone pauses and scratches a bit of loose fur from the ear. The fluff floats away for several inches before dissipating into thin air. "You couldn't make me less itchy?" Nare-Clone says indignantly to no apparent person. "Nevermind that. Tell me anything you need to tell Ne-haredowell, and I will relay the message. Hurry, please!" Nare-Clone looks back at the hallway nervously, and gestures with the paws in a circular motion to indicate a need for haste. "I can't drag this out much more. I think Sera is joining the cause, and I'm about to get barbecued!"
The conditions of the Mass Suggesstion have been met. Ne-haredowll and Sera are no longer under the spell's power. MrUncleTio and Hrothbert_Neruca may roll INT checks to know the stat block of a Sargonnas Recruiter.
Ororana's eyes narrow to simmering slits of rage at the mention of Sargonnas Recruiters. She sifts through her pouch of newly restocked potions. She pulls out three potions.
Merkas nods along with the Nare-clone, reaches out to grab one of Ororana’s potions without looking and chugs it back.(Rolled a 6 on a d6 for whichever potion he grabbed) “Let the Ancient Magus know there’s a distraction coming, and if they can get out of there then we can regroup”
He shifts back into the open doorway (Int-11for the recruiters) and stares into the space for a bit mulling over Hastos request for blinding people, muttering“We want to blind them but they are tough and could get out of there then way so how about making the lights go out, but they wind fan Ory has only seemed to go in one direction, and our friends are in the way,”as he’s talking to himself, He starts pulling a ring from his new pouch and gauging the distance he winds up and throws as Blinky finally catches up and Merkas’ eyes go wide “Shh no Blinky not now we need darkness”Blinky immediately disappears and so does everyone in the immediate vicinity for a second as the ring flies into the room, darkness spell cast upon it to land somewhere near the middle of the space. (12 athletics to throw ring one square up from the centre of the room, 15’ radius sphere centred on the ring should encompass all the cultists but leave Sera and Nare out. Attempting to cause intimidation as the darkness would initially appear similar to the Deathlock darkness spell. Intimidation = 5)
Merkas smile is a little embarrassed as he says “uhoh”(Initiatve= 19)
Hastos tells the Nare-clone “Go after the cult leader with everything you got!” Hastos watches a Merkas casts darkness in the room and audibly slaps his forehead. “Now we can’t see them either! We needed them at a disadvantage, now we’re all at a disadvantage!”
Hastos rushes into the room and lobs two javelins at the place he last saw the cult leaders throat, hoping to hit her or one of the other cultists. (Init: 18) Javelin 1: (ToHit, Dis: (2, 15) + 8 = 10, Dam: 8) Javelin 2: (ToHit, Dis: (16, 14) + 8 = 22, Dam: 8)
The two javelins soar over Sera and Nare and disappear into the darkened void. Circling around to the left, Hastos continues his flanking charge towards the cultists while drawing the scimitar.
Before you launch your attack, Nare-Clone nods and vanishes...
SunDial365 you now know the entire covert conversation that Hastos, Merkas, and Ororana just had. But the loudest thought in your mind is "Go after the cult leader with everythig you've got!"
You also notice that they seem to have improved their gear somewhat.
Merkas downs a Potion of Invulnerability and floods the chamber with darkness, while the cult members call out in surprise!
"Wha-?" the cult leader shouts out in surprise, then crouches instinctively as one javelin clangs and dents her hidden breastplate armor. The second javelin slices into her thigh and she sucks in air through her teeth.
"Threacherous filth! You have chosen death!" The cult leader's voice is cracking with rage, and you hear a squelch as she rips the javelin from her body.
"Ok... blind fighting it is." She downs her Potion of Invulnerability, then pads into the room softly, hoping to use the darkness to fight by sound. She skirts the darkness cautiosly, axe held forward.
"It's a damned darkness spell," you hear the cult leader call out, venom in her voice. You hear her mutter something to another cult member. (Perception, DC 15 to hear) Rather than try to escape the field, she launches a blast of crackling energy in the last known location of Ne-haredowell. It explodes from the darkness as a magical blade that blows into Nare with deadly force!
Ranged Attack (Disadvantage): 22, hits. Damage: 12 (Slashing) + 13 Damage (Radiant) = 25 Damage SunDial365, please roll a CHA check (DC 17) to survive the attack with 1 HP. (Strength of the Grave)
Another similar blade erupts from the darkness towards Sera, but it flies over her head and explodes into black glitter on the Sanctum wall behind her!
Ranged Attack (Disadvantage): Nat 1.
Cult Fanatic Blue stumbles about in the darkness. You can see him, but the shuffling sounds make it seem like he is scraping his feet on the ground, as if hoping to kick something... perhaps a sack?
Cult Fanatic Blue Moves at half speed and does not attack.
MrUncleTio, Hastos is up, followed by Nare, then Merkas.
Hastos pauses close to the edge of the darkness, his blade poised to strike. He closes his eyes and reaches out with his senses. His heart slows, his breathing is slow and deliberate. His senses reach into the void looking for a heartbeat, a stuttered breath. Anything that would betray the position of someone inside. (Perception: Nat 20 + 3) (ignore the unarmed strike, it was an accident.)
(Basically, I’m looking to get an idea of where all of them are. Like Daredevil, or something. But I’ll take as many as makes sense, even if that’s just the one closest to me! Just trying to mitigate the disadvantage roll, if possible.)
Sera watched as chaos erupted. Darkness swept over the cultists, their shouts and curses echoing in the chamber. She caught a glimpse of Hastos and Orerara bursting forward, weapons ready and faces set for battle. The deal, if it had ever truly existed, was shattered in an instant. The high priestess missed wth her attack but Nare got struck hard. —these were not simple thugs. They were strong, disciplined followers of Sargonnas, and there were many of them. If the priestess gave the word, the air would be thick with deadly spells in seconds. Sera’s grip tightened on her weapon. Her mind raced—she was already nearly spent, her own magic running dry, her body aching and wounded from the fight so far. This would be a brutal clash, and she wasn’t sure how much more she could give.
Nare feels the fur on the back of their neck raise up. This wasn't good. They were in for it now. A tightness forced its way up into their chest as they fought to keep their focus steady. 'Find them! Please.' Nare pleaded for their magical copy. They could be anywhere by now... and the copy only had 20 seconds. The harengon's fingers fiddled with the sides of the watch beneath their cloak.
It wasn't until their ear caught something. Their own voice was being projected from only just the hallway away. What?
Trying their best not to turn their head nor point their ear, they strain to listen in. Half their focus on the cult leader. Half on their hallway buddies. Nare almost bit his lip in joy. The honking noise threatening to spill out of their throat. They were here! Suddenly feeling the urge to itch, Nare hand goes to their neck to scratch when suddenly everything comes flowing in. They see the ring coming in their head first before it actually lands into the room.
Darkness spreads throughout the space. If it weren't for the clone's head's up, Nare wouldn't thought they've blacked out again. "Sera! Go for the head!" they shout over to cleric in a the room filling up like ink on parchment, emphasizing 'head' being the head of the cultist organization. They wanted to explain to Sera everything else but there was no time! Voices shout from the other side of the room. Even with their bunny-vision, they couldn't see a thing! It was like staring down oil.
"Eep!" Eyes wide, it was the squeak of the mouse that shouted for them. They had no time for it. All gone in a flash. The smokiness of burnt, black fur filled the room. 'Barbecue.' The haziness of a bonfire under the night sky filled Nare's vision.
How did they get the stars here? Underground? Oh the fire smelt good. It would have been nice to reach out with friends and grab a stick to join in but ...
everything felt heavy and still like they were being dragged under. Swimming. Arms grasping. Gasping. When did they start drowning?
The body of the harengon drops down onto the floor with a thud. The shadows that surrounded them pull back, retreating into the darkness of the cloak or just dissipating into thin air. Still.
((Charisma Save for Strength of the Grave: NAT 20 + 6 = 26 —> Nare has 1 HP left ))
Without a sound, Nare jumps back up again, lifting their head up from their supine position. Putting their hand on their chest, it was the first time they'd heard their heart beat in so long. It takes them a second to listen to themself breathe. Throwing a thumbs up over to their companions ('why did I do that'), they mutter an incantation.
((Action: Cast False Life (3rd Level) for 1 + 1 + 14 = 16 TEMP HP —> Nare now has 1 HP and 16 Temp HP))
"Again,"they finish muttering, the shadows surround them and the burnt fur falls off. Unfortunately, it doesn't take out all of the white fur, most of it being under the gauze, which sadly had sizzled out, pieces spilling on the floor.
Nodding over towards the others and clutching their chest, they get onto all fours and hop towards the nearest pillar. There, they cling onto the pillar behind them, trying to catch their breath.
((Bonus Action: Rabbit Hop 15 ft (jump 15 ft without provoking opportunity attacks) towards the nearest pillar for cover))
Merkas moves off the the right as Hastos moves to the left, Moving past Ororana he asks if she still has the wind magic thing thing, pointing at an angle to the top right."If you aim it that way there wasn't any exits over there, Hi Sera! Hi Magus that looks bad, you ok? Anyone catch what that leader said?" (Percerption = 7 for what the leader said right at the end)
Continuing his run he fumbles a dagger he's about to throw and drops it on the ground as he's about to throw it, but suddenly it fires off in the last direction he remembered seeing the cult leader from where he was now. (Standing on the right of the darkness circle at the bottom of the stairs where the 'footprints' are, Casting Catapult at last known location of Recruiter Black, with the leader behind them provided they haven't moved. using subtle spell to negate semantic and verbal components. 12 bludgeoning damage, Dex Save = 15)
"Not one of my new ones, oh well, what’s with these butterflies?”
Merkas's dagger is hurled into the void! You hear a loud thud, and a cult member cries out in surprise!
Sargonnas Recuiter Black takes 12 Damage (Bludgeoning) Other attacks have Advantage on Perception Checks to know the location of Sargonnas Recruiter Black. Rolling Wild Surge: 80
Glittery light forms around Merkas's hands and form into twinkling luminescent butterflies and flower petals that flutter about Merkas's arm and head.
Nare, barely escaping certain death, bounds up and hops towards the southwestern pillar, and feels a surge of protection come over them.
SunDial365 you have +2 to AC while standing near the pillar, and you have Half-Cover against ranged attacks (Extra +2, for a conditional bonus of +4 to AC).
MrUncleTio, Hastos is up. You may select any target in the Darkness sphere. You do not have Disadvantage on the roll.
Hastos readies his attack, but a final glance at Sera and Nare gives him pause. Both are pretty severely bloodied. A second look at Sera cemented the decision for him and he sheathes the scimitar.
“This fight could quickly become too costly. We should pull back.”
At that, Hastos aims for the nearest cultist he could detect and lets fly another javelin. ( To Hit: 19 [crit] + 4 (Bless) = 23, Damage: 6 +6 =12)
Hastos moves back to towards the door they entered, leaving a space for his friends to escape. He raises his shield and readies another javelin should one of the cultists emerge from the darkness. (Held attack)
You hear Cult Fanatic Pink yelp in pain as a javelin piereces him!
Other attackers have Advantage on Perception checks to know the location of Cult Fanatic Pink and Sargonnas Recruiter Black until they move.
SunDial365, Nare is up. MrUncleTio, if you see that the party does not wish to retreat, you can change your move, if you like. Hastos would've been able to tell from body language whether or not the party's resolve is to fight or flee and as a trained soldier, would've acted accordingly.
Ororana creeps up, a positively savage grimace on her face. Murder is in her eyes. The she stops abruptly, eyes wide with surprise, as Nare-Clone pops into existance in front of her and puts their finger in front of their fuzzy lips to indicate silence.
"Be careful... not that you aren't usually... I don't know, maybe you aren't. I've barely just met you. We don't have time for this! Shhh-shush!" The harengon gestures at Hastos and Merkas to huddle up with Nare-Clone and Ororana.
"Listen please! I don't have much time," Nare-Clone whispers. "Five... no six, cult members remain in the chamber. Sera and I fought off and killed three of them already. But the ones that remain have strong magical powers, including the Cult Fanatic we attacked earlier. But he's not the strongest. There are two Sargonnas Recruiters in the room as well, with advanced magics, and the woman at the back of the room has forced us to enter the room and parlay. She's the strongest, and I think she could kill us if she tried. They're trying to recruit your guild to their cause, and make Sera her general. The pillars in the room provide magical enhancements for defence if you stand near them, and they... not the pillars, the cultists, I mean... dropped several sacks of treasure. I don't know if that's important right now, but I heard books, scrolls, trinkets, coins, weapons, and armor when the sacks were dropped. I don't know the contents inside... but I don't think they would've tried to leave with items that weren't useful."
Nare-Clone pauses and scratches a bit of loose fur from the ear. The fluff floats away for several inches before dissipating into thin air. "You couldn't make me less itchy?" Nare-Clone says indignantly to no apparent person. "Nevermind that. Tell me anything you need to tell Ne-haredowell, and I will relay the message. Hurry, please!" Nare-Clone looks back at the hallway nervously, and gestures with the paws in a circular motion to indicate a need for haste. "I can't drag this out much more. I think Sera is joining the cause, and I'm about to get barbecued!"
The conditions of the Mass Suggesstion have been met. Ne-haredowll and Sera are no longer under the spell's power.
MrUncleTio and Hrothbert_Neruca may roll INT checks to know the stat block of a Sargonnas Recruiter.
Ororana's eyes narrow to simmering slits of rage at the mention of Sargonnas Recruiters. She sifts through her pouch of newly restocked potions. She pulls out three potions.
2 Potions of Invulnerability
1 Potion of Heroism
"Hastos... Merkas... those f*cking bastards are not leaving that chamber alive, but Recruiters are no joke. Drink up."
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Merkas nods along with the Nare-clone, reaches out to grab one of Ororana’s potions without looking and chugs it back.(Rolled a 6 on a d6 for whichever potion he grabbed) “Let the Ancient Magus know there’s a distraction coming, and if they can get out of there then we can regroup”
He shifts back into the open doorway (Int-11for the recruiters) and stares into the space for a bit mulling over Hastos request for blinding people, muttering “We want to blind them but they are tough and could get out of there then way so how about making the lights go out, but they wind fan Ory has only seemed to go in one direction, and our friends are in the way,” as he’s talking to himself, He starts pulling a ring from his new pouch and gauging the distance he winds up and throws as Blinky finally catches up and Merkas’ eyes go wide “Shh no Blinky not now we need darkness” Blinky immediately disappears and so does everyone in the immediate vicinity for a second as the ring flies into the room, darkness spell cast upon it to land somewhere near the middle of the space. (12 athletics to throw ring one square up from the centre of the room, 15’ radius sphere centred on the ring should encompass all the cultists but leave Sera and Nare out. Attempting to cause intimidation as the darkness would initially appear similar to the Deathlock darkness spell. Intimidation = 5)
Merkas smile is a little embarrassed as he says “uhoh”(Initiatve= 19)
Loyalty Begets Honour
Hastos tells the Nare-clone “Go after the cult leader with everything you got!”
Hastos watches a Merkas casts darkness in the room and audibly slaps his forehead. “Now we can’t see them either! We needed them at a disadvantage, now we’re all at a disadvantage!”
Hastos rushes into the room and lobs two javelins at the place he last saw the cult leaders throat, hoping to hit her or one of the other cultists. (Init: 18)
Javelin 1: (ToHit, Dis: (2, 15) + 8 = 10, Dam: 8)
Javelin 2: (ToHit, Dis: (16, 14) + 8 = 22, Dam: 8)
The two javelins soar over Sera and Nare and disappear into the darkened void. Circling around to the left, Hastos continues his flanking charge towards the cultists while drawing the scimitar.
Character: Hastos, Ibahalii Vriwhulth, the Reaper of Glory v2: IC Thread
Before you launch your attack, Nare-Clone nods and vanishes...
SunDial365 you now know the entire covert conversation that Hastos, Merkas, and Ororana just had. But the loudest thought in your mind is "Go after the cult leader with everythig you've got!"
You also notice that they seem to have improved their gear somewhat.
Merkas downs a Potion of Invulnerability and floods the chamber with darkness, while the cult members call out in surprise!
"Wha-?" the cult leader shouts out in surprise, then crouches instinctively as one javelin clangs and dents her hidden breastplate armor. The second javelin slices into her thigh and she sucks in air through her teeth.
"Threacherous filth! You have chosen death!" The cult leader's voice is cracking with rage, and you hear a squelch as she rips the javelin from her body.
"Ok... blind fighting it is." She downs her Potion of Invulnerability, then pads into the room softly, hoping to use the darkness to fight by sound. She skirts the darkness cautiosly, axe held forward.
"It's a damned darkness spell," you hear the cult leader call out, venom in her voice. You hear her mutter something to another cult member. (Perception, DC 15 to hear) Rather than try to escape the field, she launches a blast of crackling energy in the last known location of Ne-haredowell. It explodes from the darkness as a magical blade that blows into Nare with deadly force!
Ranged Attack (Disadvantage): 22, hits.
Damage: 12 (Slashing) + 13 Damage (Radiant) = 25 Damage
SunDial365, please roll a CHA check (DC 17) to survive the attack with 1 HP. (Strength of the Grave)
Another similar blade erupts from the darkness towards Sera, but it flies over her head and explodes into black glitter on the Sanctum wall behind her!
Ranged Attack (Disadvantage): Nat 1.
Cult Fanatic Blue stumbles about in the darkness. You can see him, but the shuffling sounds make it seem like he is scraping his feet on the ground, as if hoping to kick something... perhaps a sack?
Cult Fanatic Blue Moves at half speed and does not attack.
MrUncleTio, Hastos is up, followed by Nare, then Merkas.
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Hastos pauses close to the edge of the darkness, his blade poised to strike. He closes his eyes and reaches out with his senses. His heart slows, his breathing is slow and deliberate. His senses reach into the void looking for a heartbeat, a stuttered breath. Anything that would betray the position of someone inside. (Perception: Nat 20 + 3) (ignore the unarmed strike, it was an accident.)
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Sera watched as chaos erupted. Darkness swept over the cultists, their shouts and curses echoing in the chamber. She caught a glimpse of Hastos and Orerara bursting forward, weapons ready and faces set for battle. The deal, if it had ever truly existed, was shattered in an instant. The high priestess missed wth her attack but Nare got struck hard. —these were not simple thugs. They were strong, disciplined followers of Sargonnas, and there were many of them. If the priestess gave the word, the air would be thick with deadly spells in seconds. Sera’s grip tightened on her weapon. Her mind raced—she was already nearly spent, her own magic running dry, her body aching and wounded from the fight so far. This would be a brutal clash, and she wasn’t sure how much more she could give.
Nare feels the fur on the back of their neck raise up. This wasn't good. They were in for it now. A tightness forced its way up into their chest as they fought to keep their focus steady. 'Find them! Please.' Nare pleaded for their magical copy. They could be anywhere by now... and the copy only had 20 seconds. The harengon's fingers fiddled with the sides of the watch beneath their cloak.
It wasn't until their ear caught something. Their own voice was being projected from only just the hallway away. What?
Trying their best not to turn their head nor point their ear, they strain to listen in. Half their focus on the cult leader. Half on their hallway buddies. Nare almost bit his lip in joy. The honking noise threatening to spill out of their throat. They were here! Suddenly feeling the urge to itch, Nare hand goes to their neck to scratch when suddenly everything comes flowing in. They see the ring coming in their head first before it actually lands into the room.
Darkness spreads throughout the space. If it weren't for the clone's head's up, Nare wouldn't thought they've blacked out again. "Sera! Go for the head!" they shout over to cleric in a the room filling up like ink on parchment, emphasizing 'head' being the head of the cultist organization. They wanted to explain to Sera everything else but there was no time! Voices shout from the other side of the room. Even with their bunny-vision, they couldn't see a thing! It was like staring down oil.
"Eep!" Eyes wide, it was the squeak of the mouse that shouted for them. They had no time for it. All gone in a flash. The smokiness of burnt, black fur filled the room. 'Barbecue.' The haziness of a bonfire under the night sky filled Nare's vision.
How did they get the stars here? Underground? Oh the fire smelt good. It would have been nice to reach out with friends and grab a stick to join in but ...
everything felt heavy and still like they were being dragged under. Swimming. Arms grasping. Gasping. When did they start drowning?
The body of the harengon drops down onto the floor with a thud. The shadows that surrounded them pull back, retreating into the darkness of the cloak or just dissipating into thin air. Still.
Without a sound, Nare jumps back up again, lifting their head up from their supine position. Putting their hand on their chest, it was the first time they'd heard their heart beat in so long. It takes them a second to listen to themself breathe. Throwing a thumbs up over to their companions ('why did I do that'), they mutter an incantation.
"Again," they finish muttering, the shadows surround them and the burnt fur falls off. Unfortunately, it doesn't take out all of the white fur, most of it being under the gauze, which sadly had sizzled out, pieces spilling on the floor.
Nodding over towards the others and clutching their chest, they get onto all fours and hop towards the nearest pillar. There, they cling onto the pillar behind them, trying to catch their breath.
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Merkas moves off the the right as Hastos moves to the left, Moving past Ororana he asks if she still has the wind magic thing thing, pointing at an angle to the top right. "If you aim it that way there wasn't any exits over there, Hi Sera! Hi Magus that looks bad, you ok? Anyone catch what that leader said?" (Percerption = 7 for what the leader said right at the end)
Continuing his run he fumbles a dagger he's about to throw and drops it on the ground as he's about to throw it, but suddenly it fires off in the last direction he remembered seeing the cult leader from where he was now. (Standing on the right of the darkness circle at the bottom of the stairs where the 'footprints' are, Casting Catapult at last known location of Recruiter Black, with the leader behind them provided they haven't moved. using subtle spell to negate semantic and verbal components. 12 bludgeoning damage, Dex Save = 15)
"Not one of my new ones, oh well, what’s with these butterflies?”
Loyalty Begets Honour
Using Merkas's action first...
Merkas's dagger is hurled into the void! You hear a loud thud, and a cult member cries out in surprise!
Sargonnas Recuiter Black takes 12 Damage (Bludgeoning)
Other attacks have Advantage on Perception Checks to know the location of Sargonnas Recruiter Black.
Rolling Wild Surge: 80
Glittery light forms around Merkas's hands and form into twinkling luminescent butterflies and flower petals that flutter about Merkas's arm and head.
Nare, barely escaping certain death, bounds up and hops towards the southwestern pillar, and feels a surge of protection come over them.
SunDial365 you have +2 to AC while standing near the pillar, and you have Half-Cover against ranged attacks (Extra +2, for a conditional bonus of +4 to AC).
MrUncleTio, Hastos is up. You may select any target in the Darkness sphere. You do not have Disadvantage on the roll.
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Hastos readies his attack, but a final glance at Sera and Nare gives him pause. Both are pretty severely bloodied. A second look at Sera cemented the decision for him and he sheathes the scimitar.
“This fight could quickly become too costly. We should pull back.”
At that, Hastos aims for the nearest cultist he could detect and lets fly another javelin. ( To Hit: 19 [crit] + 4 (Bless) = 23, Damage: 6 +6 =12)
Hastos moves back to towards the door they entered, leaving a space for his friends to escape. He raises his shield and readies another javelin should one of the cultists emerge from the darkness. (Held attack)
Character: Hastos, Ibahalii Vriwhulth, the Reaper of Glory v2: IC Thread
You hear Cult Fanatic Pink yelp in pain as a javelin piereces him!
Other attackers have Advantage on Perception checks to know the location of Cult Fanatic Pink and Sargonnas Recruiter Black until they move.
SunDial365, Nare is up.
MrUncleTio, if you see that the party does not wish to retreat, you can change your move, if you like. Hastos would've been able to tell from body language whether or not the party's resolve is to fight or flee and as a trained soldier, would've acted accordingly.
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