Sharn clutched his ribs from the blow of the green thug. Then he the made his chest crack, like one would their knuckles. He rushed around and past the red thug, knowing it would open him for a hit, but he trusted Duncan. His concoction, whatever it was, would do the trick.
He got in the middle of green and blue thugs, and following Sera's example, used all his momentum and swung his staff two handed. He was too concerned with the cleric and moved out of the way of the staff absentmindedly (rolled an 8 to hit). But he could never had expected the dwarf using his momentum to vault up,using the staff as a pole, and hit him in the stomach with all his weight (22 to hit and 5 damage).
Hastos glances down at Merkas with his admonishment of Hastos’ sleeping in. Merkas was looking around when he said that, not even bothering to look at Hastos!
“Well, it’s not the worst dressing down I’ve had.” He thinks to himself. A smile breaks across his face. “Socks are very important, Merkas!” he replies, not expecting Merkas to be paying attention to him. Hastos listens to Merkas describe the interior of Buckerans shop. He has many questions, but Merkas doesn’t really provide an opening to ask. Buts good, Hastos just hopes he can remember all the things he wants to ask about one Merkas is through talking about his adventure!
Sharn clutched his ribs from the blow of the green thug. Then he the made his chest crack, like one would their knuckles. He rushed around and past the red thug, knowing it would open him for a hit, but he trusted Duncan. His concoction, whatever it was, would do the trick.
He got in the middle of green and blue thugs, and following Sera's example, used all his momentum and swung his staff two handed. He was too concerned with the cleric and moved out of the way of the staff absentmindedly (rolled an 8 to hit). But he could never had expected the dwarf using his momentum to vault up,using the staff as a pole, and hit him in the stomach with all his weight (22 to hit and 5 damage).
Thug Red attempts a strained kick at Sharn and winces from the pain. The attack swings clumsily behind Sharn as he dashes towards his next victim.
Thug Red Attacks with Disadvantage (6) and Misses.
Thug Blue easily deflects Sharn's first attack, but failed to learn the lesson about how he always attacks twice. He takes a hard hit to the gut, causing him to double over in pain. Blood spews from his mouth as he coughs to regain his breath. His labored breathing indicates at least a few ribs have been broken.
Thug Red picks up his mace, slick with the oily substance. Still bent over from the pain, and growling with anger and humiliation, spittle sprays from his mouth as he curses Duncan. "You dog eating traitor! You're supposed to be on our si- woah!" As he steps forward, he slips on the ground and falls prone.
Thug Green, still eager to claim his prize from Kasi comes flailing, swinging wildly left and right with his mace! The mace slams into Sharn's head, knocking loose several teeth and tearing a bloody line across his cheek. Hard as his dwarven head was, he's lucky it's still attached, when he spins around halfway and crumples loosely to the ground.
Thug Green Attacks (Crit) and deals 12 damage. Sharn is Unconscious and Dying.
Thug Green laughs as the dwarf crumples to the ground. "You see?! They're not so tough! Just gotta rattle their teeth a little!"
Thug Blue isn't quite so certain of Thug Green's confidence. His mangled and scorched body is screaming at him to limp away with his life. But his leader is still standing, so he fights on. Stepping back, he loads his crossbow and fires wildly at Sera, but can't get a clean shot while in so much pain.
Thug Blue Attacks (5) and misses.
Thug Pink continues to back away from Sera, terrified of her until Thug Blue lands a killing blow. She snaps out of it, and looks to Thug Red, Blue, and Green to figure out where she can be the most assistance in this battle.
Thug Pink moves 5' away from Sera. Thug Pink is no longer Frightened.
Hastos glances down at Merkas with his admonishment of Hastos’ sleeping in. Merkas was looking around when he said that, not even bothering to look at Hastos!
“Well, it’s not the worst dressing down I’ve had.” He thinks to himself. A smile breaks across his face. “Socks are very important, Merkas!” he replies, not expecting Merkas to be paying attention to him. Hastos listens to Merkas describe the interior of Buckerans shop. He has many questions, but Merkas doesn’t really provide an opening to ask. Buts good, Hastos just hopes he can remember all the things he wants to ask about one Merkas is through talking about his adventure!
As Hastos and Merkas pass the tent community and get past all the clanging and shouting, they make it to the relative quiet of the Market Center, where they see Sera and Duncan fighting for their lives! Sharn takes a brutal knock to the skull and crashes to the ground.
"...and he had this desire to go and find a dragon hoard, that sounds really...." Stopping in his tracks, Merkas watches Sharn drop like a sack of potatoes, if any onlookers had the desire to check it would be tough to determine if Sharn or Merkas' pack hit the ground first."Sharn! Sera! Gotcha Haz!"
At this announcement, the kender pulls both his daggers and as he starts rushing forward he runs them together like he's about to carve a turkey. Once, twice, thrice and starts muttering"My Turn Yvana, See you soon" The left dagger begins to glow unbeknownst to the kender as he finishes his sentence the glow starts rapidly shifting colours and fires forth at incredible speed.
(Initiative = 14. Casting Chaos Bolt at Thug Green - 15 to hit 6 damage plus 3 Cold Damage [9 total])
Merkas comes to a halt and stares down at his daggers again, the glow gone. His eyes wide as he looks back at the thug that smacked Sharn to the ground."Umm, where'd that come from?"
Sharn barely had time to react before the heavy mace came crashing down. The sickening crack of metal against bone rang out, and his body crumpled to the ground, teeth flying from his mouth in a bloody spray. The thug above him sneered and mocked, watching the dwarf slump into the dirt, unmoving.
Sera’s breath hitched.
She had never told Sharn how much she had come to see dwarves as kin. How their unshakable resilience and honor resonated with her. How she had taken the time to learn their language, their customs—because she admired them, because she felt at home in their ways.
And now…
Now it felt like family had just fallen before her.
Her grip on her sword tightened, but her focus snapped to the thug next to her fumbling with an empty crossbow. She ignored him.
Instead, she dropped to her knees beside Sharn, her hand reaching out, trembling only slightly as she touched his bloodied face, brushing against the thick, matted mustache.
"With the blessing of the gods... heal."
A silver glow flared from her palm, pulsing with divine warmth. It spread over the injured dwarf like a wave of fire, filling every wound with light, knitting torn flesh, mending broken bones, and even restoring the shattered teeth back into place.
( cast cure light wounds and restore 13 hp)
She see Sharn gasped as life surged back into him, warmth replacing the cold pull of death. As his eyes fluttered open, Sera’s lips curved into a soft, relieved smile.
Then, in a stark contrast to the tender moment, she sprang to her feet. ( ignore blue thug with empthy cross bow and move north to face green thug )
In a single motion, she leapt over Sharn’s recovering form, Sunblade flashing with renewed fury. The thug who had mocked him just moments ago had gone silent, his sneer vanishing into shock. He barely had time to react before the radiant blade slashed acrss his chest, searing his flesh in an instant. Careful not to step in the oil but makes the thug stand nicely planted in it.
(use second and last bonus action to attack. Gets ac 25 for 5 radiant dam)
The scent of burnt skin filled the air as he let out a strangled whimper, doubling over in agony.
"You DARE !?" Sera’s voice roared with righteous fury, her blade blazing as she bore down on him. ( she give him the dare look. Intimidation 12)
Sharn twitches weirdly as the wounds hear. Blood dries, leaving a rough scar as a reminder of the quick treatment. The new teeth grow in white and new, and he coughs out the last of the loose blood and tooth fragments. Aching from the quick recovery, but otherwise fine, Sharns eyes open with fully renewed vigor!
Sharn is fully healed.
Before Thug Green can even flinch, Sera's blade cuts into his leather armor, slashing a burning gash into his left leg. The wound burns and sizzles, and the thugs sneer turns into an angry snarl. Unphased by Sera's threat, he spits at her in defiance. "You're getting a right ass whooping for what you did to boss. Come get some, witch."
Sera's Intimidation check failed, and the DC for Intimidation has gone up.
"Well, I warned them," Duncan says with righteous anger in his eyes. Then, like throwing a grenade, Duncan lobs his mushroom into the puddle! It bounces a few times in the slop, then starts to fizzle and steam. Duncan watches with keen interest. Then with a small, unimpressive pop it starts to spark. Thug Red and Green laugh at the obvious misfire. "You wacky quack! Your stupid plants never wor-AAAAHHH!!!" Thug Green screams in pain as the flames spread almost instantly, covering Thug Red and Green in violent flames of scarlet and ochre! Thug Red's death shrieks echo throughout the market center and even some of the workers in the residential district stop their banging and chopping at the sound. Thug Green slaps at the flames, only spreading the oil with each strike!
Thug Red is Dead. Thug Green is Burning (special) and will receive 1 HP of fire damage per round.
In spite of the situation, Duncan can't help but pump his fist in excitement that his experiment actually worked. "Never work, eh?! HA! You can't put it out that way, but I know how!" He holds up a larger flask and sloshes it around for emphasis.
Battle Map remains the same. cheapjoke123 Sharn is up, and prone. Get your vengeance!
Sharn stood up, his head throbbing despite the healing, or perhaps because of it mending something he didn't even knew had to be mended. He winced seeing one of the thugs dead, but he understood that it would've been him or them. He certainly didn't expect to wake up to flames.
"Let me help you with that." Sharn began to hit thug green with his stick. The intention was to injure him, but it almost must've looked as if he was trying to pad out the flames (6 to hit)
"Here, here, you're not helping. Stay still." Once again, Sharn used his untrusty staff to pull himself up to his opponent. This time, he boosted himself up to the thug's jaw, delivering a powerful blow with the momentum. (20 to hit, and 7 points of damage)
Sharn's first strike raps against Thug Green's leather armor, leaving a small impression it it, but absorbing the damage... not that it mattered, Thug Green was too focused on the fear of burning to death to notice, until another boot slammed into his jaw, causing his head to jerk hard skyward. He bit his tongue so hard, blood trickled from his lips! Thug Green looks battered, burned and more than a little disoriented from that brutal kick.
The sudden, unexpected blast of chilling cold shocks Thug Green's system too intensely for him to recover, and with another dying wail, he collapses to the ground.
Thug Green is dead. MrUncleTio Hastos is up! Care to... axe them what they were thinking? 😉
Hastos watches the green thugs drop and alters his course.
realizing he’s not going to be able to make it quickly enough to either of the remaining thugs, he decides to rely on something he hasn’t dared to use much in the dense Forrest’s of home.
He releases the handle of his axe with his right hand, letting it swing over to his left. He swings his right hand behind him in a broad arc. Midway through, a ball of flame erupts from his hand. Hastos shouts “Lothron i flames purifui cin!”
Hastos slings his right hand in the direction of the pink thug. A blue flame erupts from his hand, flying directly at the pink thug leaving a white trail of smoke and rumbling sound as the flames licked at the air around it.
Thug Pink takes the firebolt straight to the gut. She flies backward, falling to her rear with an "oof!" sound. Frantically, she screams and pats out the flames, then scrambles to her feet. Her eyebrows are gone and much of her hair is singed off. "To the hells with this!"
Seeing that they're clearly defeated, Thug Blue and Thug Pink scramble away from the market center, hoping to lose the party in the crowd!
You are all out of initiative. If you wish, you may pursue them. You each get 400 XP Loot: 1 Pouch with 65 GP, 1 Pouch with 20 GP, 2 Maces (worth about 2 Stl each), 2 Light Crossbows (worth about 10 Stl each). The armor is too badly damaged to be worth anything.
Witchdoctor Duncan turns to the crowd, "Someone fetch Tekel's boys! We've got runners!" He looks to the smoldering corpses in the stinging flames and walks over to them. Pouring his flask of thick, white substance that oozes over the flames. choking it out. "They won't get far, looking like that. Even if they do, they'll be easy to spot unless they find a sympathetic healer. I'll get the word out to see that they don't until they're caught."
Once the flames are reduced to steam, and a horrid smell of burnt flesh fills the air, he turns to Sharn. "Now, you mind telling me what the hells is going on?"
Sharn made his own neck crack as he stretched from side to side having been beaten half to death.
"First, are you alright Kasi? Second, Sera and Duncan, you have my thanks. I would've been in the dirt without you."
He gave a polite bow to both of them. It was perhaps a bit too low due to his sore muscles.
"I came looking for a guide." Sharn said motioning to the curled up kobold. "And those four were kicking her, trying to take her supplies. When I said that the guard was on their way, they went for the attack. Can't say I blame them for being skeptical, but a fould act is foul, to kobold or anyone else."
Sharn shook his head and offered a moment of silence for the thugs. Their actions were condemnable, but there was no way of knowing if it was a matter of circumstance. Though, he didn't expect that it would turn to a matter of life or death.
Sera took a deep breath as the last of the thugs fled, their footsteps fading into the distance. She let them go. Where would they even run? This was their defeat.
The acrid stench of burnt flesh clung thick in the air, making her stomach twist, but she forced herself to focus. Nearby, the small kobold scrambled upright, dusting hierself off with trembling hands. Sharn, regaining his composure, quickly launched into an explanation—how he had been searching for a guide when things took a turn.
Sera exhaled and leaned slightly into Hastos and Merkas. "Thanks for the assist…..I am not hurt... you have potent magic there." Her words carried weight—she had seen the impact of Hastos' firebolt and Merkas’ chaotic sorcery. Their power had helped turn the tide.
Then, without much thought, she turned and pulled Sharn into a firm hug. He didn’t even seem to realize how close to death he had come.
Sera held him for a moment longer than expected, then cleared her throat and stepped back, muttering, "Never do that again." She knew it was a useless request—Sharn could hardly control when a mace came for his skull—but she said it anyway, clapping his back in a half-scolding, half-reassuring gesture.
Then she turned her gaze to the two charred bodies sprawled in the dirt. The smell of scorched meat still lingered. The silence stretched between them, uncertain.
"Now what?" Sera murmured, watching the smoke curl into the morning sky.
“We’re still a foursome because of you.” Hastos replies. “I’m glad you were here to backup Sharnl”
Hastos gently, pats Sera and Merkas on the back. “I’m glad you both were here.”
after Sera lets go of Sharn, Hastos looks at him and pats him heavier on his shoulder. “Udov avor grov, odror avor greithirr” He says in Dwarvish. Giving him a smile and a gentle punch in the chest.
Duncan watches Kasi get help rising to a stand with a little shame in his eyes. "I'm afraid this may be partially my fault. Though I didn't understand the consequences of my actions. The council issued kill-on-sight orders against kobolds in the wilds. Especially if they're found trying to sneak into town. And I was ordered to spread the message about Santekh. So I posted signs up and issued bounties to the local mercenaries and toughs to keep a lookout. Kasi here is an exception, of course. She... did a favor for the council to earn her status here as a resident. Kobolds can be a dangerous lot in large numbers. Keeping their population under control is good for the safety of Santekh. But she's old and alone. I... I didn't realize."
At first, when you help Kasi to a stand, she's limp as a rag doll, and her rations spill loose to the ground. But her eyes flutter open slowly and she groans, clutching her bruised head like she's nursing a splitting headache. Once Hastos is done getting her steady on her feet, she looks at the carnage around her. "You is save Kasi life," she says, her voice a raspy hiss. She sounds old and her throat is dry and caked with desert sand. Her grasp of common seems simple, but functional. Her clothes look like a modified sackcloth of flour that had holes cut into them for arms, head, and legs. She crouches on shaky knees and opens her rations. She scoops out some dried fruit and meat, holding it out to the party. "Please... take."
Merkas is still standing there staring at his daggers, trying to work out where the bolt came from. Sera and Hastos words don't sink in until he feels the Hastos' pat on his back
"Huh...magic?...foursome?...oh yeah, Glad we can help?" The statement quickly turns to a question as he stares down at his daggers again. Still trying to sort out what happened.
Kais's offer brings him fully back to his senses and he sheaths the daggers while quickly moving to the kobold, gently folding her hands closed over the supplies being offered "No, no. We won't take your rations in payment. We need you to help us find the kobolds that took all the camps food that was coming here. We don't want to see anyone hurt that isn't trying to hurt others. If we can get those supplies back to the camp, and you help do it, I think people will be happier. They will have their own food and not want to take yours, and with you helping do it they may be nicer to you to. I cannot promise that but you have lived here longer than we have and know how bad it is here when food and water are low."
Kais's offer brings him fully back to his senses and he sheaths the daggers while quickly moving to the kobold, gently folding her hands closed over the supplies being offered "No, no. We won't take your rations in payment. We need you to help us find the kobolds that took all the camps food that was coming here. We don't want to see anyone hurt that isn't trying to hurt others. If we can get those supplies back to the camp, and you help do it, I think people will be happier. They will have their own food and not want to take yours, and with you helping do it they may be nicer to you to. I cannot promise that but you have lived here longer than we have and know how bad it is here when food and water are low."
Kasi looks up at you from her kneeling position, confused and moved by the kindness. Grunting, she rises to her feet while she processes your words. "Is not safe talk here. Come to Kasi shop."
She leads the party to her shack. It's a poorly built, wobbly thing, with a rickety door and a sign over it of a bow and arrow. Inside, you see a simple room, with a bench holding a well-polished rasp and several files, flint and whetstones next to a box of arrowheads. On the wall, there are nails with leather loops around them, holding hammers, saws, and rolls of twine. An old barrel contains wooden sticks of varying width and length that Kasi as found in the wild, and another barrel holding polished and finished versions of wood. There's a fire and bellows for blacksmithing and an anvil. There's a well-worn counter with a lock box on it, where she conducts her sales. Kasi sets down her food on the counter and sits on her stool by the crafting table, letting out a croaking sigh. She takes a sip of the ration water and smacks her lips. Her voice is still raspy when she speaks, like an old dog's howl. "Kasi owe you life. Kasi will help. But now Kasi must say great shame. Kasi know which tribe has supply, because Kasi tell them about it." Kasi takes another swig of water. "Kasi try to make deal. Want to make friends with Santekh and Letni Inhelk and make trade. If Santekh trade jewel and metal, Letni Inhelk trade food and water. Kasi thought it smart trade! Kasi have no tribe. Kasi want join Letni Inhelk and leave Santekh. But Letni Inhelk cast Kasi out. Then Letni Inhelk steal supply." She looks sad and alone as she speaks. "Now Kasi keep secret from Santekh. Santekh can not know, or Kasi be killed."
“Oh, Kasi, you might have made a lot of trouble for yourself. I promise to keep your secret, but Santekh may kick you out to, maybe worse, and then no tribe will have you.” Merkas intones sympathetically. “Why does the tribe need metals and jewels for? If it’s for weapons the Santekh won’t trade. They won’t want a tribe that has already killed their their merchants and stole their supplies to have more ways to harm their people.”
Sharn clutched his ribs from the blow of the green thug. Then he the made his chest crack, like one would their knuckles. He rushed around and past the red thug, knowing it would open him for a hit, but he trusted Duncan. His concoction, whatever it was, would do the trick.
He got in the middle of green and blue thugs, and following Sera's example, used all his momentum and swung his staff two handed. He was too concerned with the cleric and moved out of the way of the staff absentmindedly (rolled an 8 to hit). But he could never had expected the dwarf using his momentum to vault up,using the staff as a pole, and hit him in the stomach with all his weight (22 to hit and 5 damage).
Hastos glances down at Merkas with his admonishment of Hastos’ sleeping in. Merkas was looking around when he said that, not even bothering to look at Hastos!
“Well, it’s not the worst dressing down I’ve had.” He thinks to himself. A smile breaks across his face. “Socks are very important, Merkas!” he replies, not expecting Merkas to be paying attention to him. Hastos listens to Merkas describe the interior of Buckerans shop. He has many questions, but Merkas doesn’t really provide an opening to ask. Buts good, Hastos just hopes he can remember all the things he wants to ask about one Merkas is through talking about his adventure!
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Thug Red attempts a strained kick at Sharn and winces from the pain. The attack swings clumsily behind Sharn as he dashes towards his next victim.
Thug Red Attacks with Disadvantage (6) and Misses.
Thug Blue easily deflects Sharn's first attack, but failed to learn the lesson about how he always attacks twice. He takes a hard hit to the gut, causing him to double over in pain. Blood spews from his mouth as he coughs to regain his breath. His labored breathing indicates at least a few ribs have been broken.
Thug Red picks up his mace, slick with the oily substance. Still bent over from the pain, and growling with anger and humiliation, spittle sprays from his mouth as he curses Duncan. "You dog eating traitor! You're supposed to be on our si- woah!" As he steps forward, he slips on the ground and falls prone.
Thug Green, still eager to claim his prize from Kasi comes flailing, swinging wildly left and right with his mace! The mace slams into Sharn's head, knocking loose several teeth and tearing a bloody line across his cheek. Hard as his dwarven head was, he's lucky it's still attached, when he spins around halfway and crumples loosely to the ground.
Thug Green Attacks (Crit) and deals 12 damage.
Sharn is Unconscious and Dying.
Thug Green laughs as the dwarf crumples to the ground. "You see?! They're not so tough! Just gotta rattle their teeth a little!"
Thug Blue isn't quite so certain of Thug Green's confidence. His mangled and scorched body is screaming at him to limp away with his life. But his leader is still standing, so he fights on. Stepping back, he loads his crossbow and fires wildly at Sera, but can't get a clean shot while in so much pain.
Thug Blue Attacks (5) and misses.
Thug Pink continues to back away from Sera, terrified of her until Thug Blue lands a killing blow. She snaps out of it, and looks to Thug Red, Blue, and Green to figure out where she can be the most assistance in this battle.
Thug Pink moves 5' away from Sera.
Thug Pink is no longer Frightened.
Larskolstad Sera is up!
As Hastos and Merkas pass the tent community and get past all the clanging and shouting, they make it to the relative quiet of the Market Center, where they see Sera and Duncan fighting for their lives! Sharn takes a brutal knock to the skull and crashes to the ground.
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“Holy shit!” Growls Hastos, “Lets go!” He says to Merkas.
Hastos runs full speed at the battle unfolding, bringing his axe around to the ready.
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"...and he had this desire to go and find a dragon hoard, that sounds really...."
Stopping in his tracks, Merkas watches Sharn drop like a sack of potatoes, if any onlookers had the desire to check it would be tough to determine if Sharn or Merkas' pack hit the ground first. "Sharn! Sera! Gotcha Haz!"
At this announcement, the kender pulls both his daggers and as he starts rushing forward he runs them together like he's about to carve a turkey. Once, twice, thrice and starts muttering "My Turn Yvana, See you soon" The left dagger begins to glow unbeknownst to the kender as he finishes his sentence the glow starts rapidly shifting colours and fires forth at incredible speed.
(Initiative = 14. Casting Chaos Bolt at Thug Green - 15 to hit 6 damage plus 3 Cold Damage [9 total])
Merkas comes to a halt and stares down at his daggers again, the glow gone. His eyes wide as he looks back at the thug that smacked Sharn to the ground. "Umm, where'd that come from?"
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Sharn barely had time to react before the heavy mace came crashing down. The sickening crack of metal against bone rang out, and his body crumpled to the ground, teeth flying from his mouth in a bloody spray. The thug above him sneered and mocked, watching the dwarf slump into the dirt, unmoving.
Sera’s breath hitched.
She had never told Sharn how much she had come to see dwarves as kin. How their unshakable resilience and honor resonated with her. How she had taken the time to learn their language, their customs—because she admired them, because she felt at home in their ways.
And now…
Now it felt like family had just fallen before her.
Her grip on her sword tightened, but her focus snapped to the thug next to her fumbling with an empty crossbow. She ignored him.
Instead, she dropped to her knees beside Sharn, her hand reaching out, trembling only slightly as she touched his bloodied face, brushing against the thick, matted mustache.
"With the blessing of the gods... heal."
A silver glow flared from her palm, pulsing with divine warmth. It spread over the injured dwarf like a wave of fire, filling every wound with light, knitting torn flesh, mending broken bones, and even restoring the shattered teeth back into place.
( cast cure light wounds and restore 13 hp)
She see Sharn gasped as life surged back into him, warmth replacing the cold pull of death. As his eyes fluttered open, Sera’s lips curved into a soft, relieved smile.
Then, in a stark contrast to the tender moment, she sprang to her feet. ( ignore blue thug with empthy cross bow and move north to face green thug )
In a single motion, she leapt over Sharn’s recovering form, Sunblade flashing with renewed fury. The thug who had mocked him just moments ago had gone silent, his sneer vanishing into shock. He barely had time to react before the radiant blade slashed acrss his chest, searing his flesh in an instant. Careful not to step in the oil but makes the thug stand nicely planted in it.
(use second and last bonus action to attack. Gets ac 25 for 5 radiant dam)
The scent of burnt skin filled the air as he let out a strangled whimper, doubling over in agony.
"You DARE !?" Sera’s voice roared with righteous fury, her blade blazing as she bore down on him. ( she give him the dare look. Intimidation 12)
Sharn twitches weirdly as the wounds hear. Blood dries, leaving a rough scar as a reminder of the quick treatment. The new teeth grow in white and new, and he coughs out the last of the loose blood and tooth fragments. Aching from the quick recovery, but otherwise fine, Sharns eyes open with fully renewed vigor!
Sharn is fully healed.
Before Thug Green can even flinch, Sera's blade cuts into his leather armor, slashing a burning gash into his left leg. The wound burns and sizzles, and the thugs sneer turns into an angry snarl. Unphased by Sera's threat, he spits at her in defiance. "You're getting a right ass whooping for what you did to boss. Come get some, witch."
Sera's Intimidation check failed, and the DC for Intimidation has gone up.
"Well, I warned them," Duncan says with righteous anger in his eyes. Then, like throwing a grenade, Duncan lobs his mushroom into the puddle! It bounces a few times in the slop, then starts to fizzle and steam. Duncan watches with keen interest. Then with a small, unimpressive pop it starts to spark. Thug Red and Green laugh at the obvious misfire. "You wacky quack! Your stupid plants never wor-AAAAHHH!!!" Thug Green screams in pain as the flames spread almost instantly, covering Thug Red and Green in violent flames of scarlet and ochre! Thug Red's death shrieks echo throughout the market center and even some of the workers in the residential district stop their banging and chopping at the sound. Thug Green slaps at the flames, only spreading the oil with each strike!
Thug Red is Dead.
Thug Green is Burning (special) and will receive 1 HP of fire damage per round.
In spite of the situation, Duncan can't help but pump his fist in excitement that his experiment actually worked. "Never work, eh?! HA! You can't put it out that way, but I know how!" He holds up a larger flask and sloshes it around for emphasis.
Battle Map remains the same.
cheapjoke123 Sharn is up, and prone. Get your vengeance!
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Sharn stood up, his head throbbing despite the healing, or perhaps because of it mending something he didn't even knew had to be mended. He winced seeing one of the thugs dead, but he understood that it would've been him or them. He certainly didn't expect to wake up to flames.
"Let me help you with that." Sharn began to hit thug green with his stick. The intention was to injure him, but it almost must've looked as if he was trying to pad out the flames (6 to hit)
"Here, here, you're not helping. Stay still." Once again, Sharn used his untrusty staff to pull himself up to his opponent. This time, he boosted himself up to the thug's jaw, delivering a powerful blow with the momentum. (20 to hit, and 7 points of damage)
Sharn's first strike raps against Thug Green's leather armor, leaving a small impression it it, but absorbing the damage... not that it mattered, Thug Green was too focused on the fear of burning to death to notice, until another boot slammed into his jaw, causing his head to jerk hard skyward. He bit his tongue so hard, blood trickled from his lips! Thug Green looks battered, burned and more than a little disoriented from that brutal kick.
Thug Green is Bloodied.
Hrothbert_Neruca Merkas is up.
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The sudden, unexpected blast of chilling cold shocks Thug Green's system too intensely for him to recover, and with another dying wail, he collapses to the ground.
Thug Green is dead.
MrUncleTio Hastos is up! Care to... axe them what they were thinking? 😉
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Hastos watches the green thugs drop and alters his course.
realizing he’s not going to be able to make it quickly enough to either of the remaining thugs, he decides to rely on something he hasn’t dared to use much in the dense Forrest’s of home.
He releases the handle of his axe with his right hand, letting it swing over to his left. He swings his right hand behind him in a broad arc. Midway through, a ball of flame erupts from his hand. Hastos shouts “Lothron i flames purifui cin!”
Hastos slings his right hand in the direction of the pink thug. A blue flame erupts from his hand, flying directly at the pink thug leaving a white trail of smoke and rumbling sound as the flames licked at the air around it.
Firebolt: To Hit: 16, Damage: 10
Character: Hastos, Ibahalii Vriwhulth, the Reaper of Glory v2: IC Thread
Thug Pink takes the firebolt straight to the gut. She flies backward, falling to her rear with an "oof!" sound. Frantically, she screams and pats out the flames, then scrambles to her feet. Her eyebrows are gone and much of her hair is singed off. "To the hells with this!"
Seeing that they're clearly defeated, Thug Blue and Thug Pink scramble away from the market center, hoping to lose the party in the crowd!
You are all out of initiative.
If you wish, you may pursue them.
You each get 400 XP
Loot: 1 Pouch with 65 GP, 1 Pouch with 20 GP, 2 Maces (worth about 2 Stl each), 2 Light Crossbows (worth about 10 Stl each). The armor is too badly damaged to be worth anything.
Witchdoctor Duncan turns to the crowd, "Someone fetch Tekel's boys! We've got runners!" He looks to the smoldering corpses in the stinging flames and walks over to them. Pouring his flask of thick, white substance that oozes over the flames. choking it out. "They won't get far, looking like that. Even if they do, they'll be easy to spot unless they find a sympathetic healer. I'll get the word out to see that they don't until they're caught."
Once the flames are reduced to steam, and a horrid smell of burnt flesh fills the air, he turns to Sharn. "Now, you mind telling me what the hells is going on?"
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Sharn made his own neck crack as he stretched from side to side having been beaten half to death.
"First, are you alright Kasi? Second, Sera and Duncan, you have my thanks. I would've been in the dirt without you."
He gave a polite bow to both of them. It was perhaps a bit too low due to his sore muscles.
"I came looking for a guide." Sharn said motioning to the curled up kobold. "And those four were kicking her, trying to take her supplies. When I said that the guard was on their way, they went for the attack. Can't say I blame them for being skeptical, but a fould act is foul, to kobold or anyone else."
Sharn shook his head and offered a moment of silence for the thugs. Their actions were condemnable, but there was no way of knowing if it was a matter of circumstance. Though, he didn't expect that it would turn to a matter of life or death.
Hastos trots up to the group, putting his axe away and looking around to see if anyone else might pose a threat.
He was glad the fight was over, yet his face betrayed a little disappointment that they ran. Looking back to Sharm.
“Is anyone still hurt? Sharm, you really got our hearts pounding back there. How are you?”
Hastos offers assistance to help Kasi get back in her feet.
Character: Hastos, Ibahalii Vriwhulth, the Reaper of Glory v2: IC Thread
Sera took a deep breath as the last of the thugs fled, their footsteps fading into the distance. She let them go. Where would they even run? This was their defeat.
The acrid stench of burnt flesh clung thick in the air, making her stomach twist, but she forced herself to focus. Nearby, the small kobold scrambled upright, dusting hierself off with trembling hands. Sharn, regaining his composure, quickly launched into an explanation—how he had been searching for a guide when things took a turn.
Sera exhaled and leaned slightly into Hastos and Merkas. "Thanks for the assist…..I am not hurt... you have potent magic there." Her words carried weight—she had seen the impact of Hastos' firebolt and Merkas’ chaotic sorcery. Their power had helped turn the tide.
Then, without much thought, she turned and pulled Sharn into a firm hug. He didn’t even seem to realize how close to death he had come.
Sera held him for a moment longer than expected, then cleared her throat and stepped back, muttering, "Never do that again." She knew it was a useless request—Sharn could hardly control when a mace came for his skull—but she said it anyway, clapping his back in a half-scolding, half-reassuring gesture.
Then she turned her gaze to the two charred bodies sprawled in the dirt. The smell of scorched meat still lingered. The silence stretched between them, uncertain.
"Now what?" Sera murmured, watching the smoke curl into the morning sky.
“We’re still a foursome because of you.” Hastos replies. “I’m glad you were here to backup Sharnl”
Hastos gently, pats Sera and Merkas on the back. “I’m glad you both were here.”
after Sera lets go of Sharn, Hastos looks at him and pats him heavier on his shoulder. “Udov avor grov, odror avor greithirr” He says in Dwarvish. Giving him a smile and a gentle punch in the chest.
Translation: Head of granite, heart of diamonds
Character: Hastos, Ibahalii Vriwhulth, the Reaper of Glory v2: IC Thread
Duncan watches Kasi get help rising to a stand with a little shame in his eyes. "I'm afraid this may be partially my fault. Though I didn't understand the consequences of my actions. The council issued kill-on-sight orders against kobolds in the wilds. Especially if they're found trying to sneak into town. And I was ordered to spread the message about Santekh. So I posted signs up and issued bounties to the local mercenaries and toughs to keep a lookout. Kasi here is an exception, of course. She... did a favor for the council to earn her status here as a resident. Kobolds can be a dangerous lot in large numbers. Keeping their population under control is good for the safety of Santekh. But she's old and alone. I... I didn't realize."
At first, when you help Kasi to a stand, she's limp as a rag doll, and her rations spill loose to the ground. But her eyes flutter open slowly and she groans, clutching her bruised head like she's nursing a splitting headache. Once Hastos is done getting her steady on her feet, she looks at the carnage around her. "You is save Kasi life," she says, her voice a raspy hiss. She sounds old and her throat is dry and caked with desert sand. Her grasp of common seems simple, but functional. Her clothes look like a modified sackcloth of flour that had holes cut into them for arms, head, and legs. She crouches on shaky knees and opens her rations. She scoops out some dried fruit and meat, holding it out to the party. "Please... take."
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Merkas is still standing there staring at his daggers, trying to work out where the bolt came from. Sera and Hastos words don't sink in until he feels the Hastos' pat on his back
"Huh...magic?...foursome?...oh yeah, Glad we can help?" The statement quickly turns to a question as he stares down at his daggers again. Still trying to sort out what happened.
Kais's offer brings him fully back to his senses and he sheaths the daggers while quickly moving to the kobold, gently folding her hands closed over the supplies being offered "No, no. We won't take your rations in payment. We need you to help us find the kobolds that took all the camps food that was coming here. We don't want to see anyone hurt that isn't trying to hurt others. If we can get those supplies back to the camp, and you help do it, I think people will be happier. They will have their own food and not want to take yours, and with you helping do it they may be nicer to you to. I cannot promise that but you have lived here longer than we have and know how bad it is here when food and water are low."
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Kasi looks up at you from her kneeling position, confused and moved by the kindness. Grunting, she rises to her feet while she processes your words. "Is not safe talk here. Come to Kasi shop."
She leads the party to her shack. It's a poorly built, wobbly thing, with a rickety door and a sign over it of a bow and arrow. Inside, you see a simple room, with a bench holding a well-polished rasp and several files, flint and whetstones next to a box of arrowheads. On the wall, there are nails with leather loops around them, holding hammers, saws, and rolls of twine. An old barrel contains wooden sticks of varying width and length that Kasi as found in the wild, and another barrel holding polished and finished versions of wood. There's a fire and bellows for blacksmithing and an anvil. There's a well-worn counter with a lock box on it, where she conducts her sales. Kasi sets down her food on the counter and sits on her stool by the crafting table, letting out a croaking sigh. She takes a sip of the ration water and smacks her lips. Her voice is still raspy when she speaks, like an old dog's howl. "Kasi owe you life. Kasi will help. But now Kasi must say great shame. Kasi know which tribe has supply, because Kasi tell them about it." Kasi takes another swig of water. "Kasi try to make deal. Want to make friends with Santekh and Letni Inhelk and make trade. If Santekh trade jewel and metal, Letni Inhelk trade food and water. Kasi thought it smart trade! Kasi have no tribe. Kasi want join Letni Inhelk and leave Santekh. But Letni Inhelk cast Kasi out. Then Letni Inhelk steal supply." She looks sad and alone as she speaks. "Now Kasi keep secret from Santekh. Santekh can not know, or Kasi be killed."
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“Oh, Kasi, you might have made a lot of trouble for yourself. I promise to keep your secret, but Santekh may kick you out to, maybe worse, and then no tribe will have you.” Merkas intones sympathetically. “Why does the tribe need metals and jewels for? If it’s for weapons the Santekh won’t trade. They won’t want a tribe that has already killed their their merchants and stole their supplies to have more ways to harm their people.”
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