The combat is beginning to take a toll on the small cleric' magic. She watches Big Al take a nasty hit, all the while uncertain how Gareth and Eldrin are faring, and her magic is quickly waining. Torn between healing and attacking to prevent further harm, she chooses the latter.
"Hang on there!" she calls to Big Al, guilt pricking at her for not healing him right away.
She raises her hand and directs a beam of light toward one of the orcs, but her heart sinks as the spell misses, again. "Damn it! Not again!" she mutters in frustration.
Her goddess, however, is luckier this time. The shimmering spectral hand strikes once more, and—perhaps in sympathy with her acolyte’s frustration—this time it doesn't attempt its usual slap. Instead, it curls into a fist and delivers a solid punch.
Action:Guiding Bolt to hit: 8. (There goes my last but one spell slot)
(ooc: not sure if a 13 would hit, but Big Al is Blessed as well, along with Zephyros and Meira. Just in case he hasn't rolled the d4 yet and he can get a lucky 4!)
Good call. Thanks for the reminder. 2 still a miss.
Neither orc appears wounded. You aim for the orc on the left and loose another expertly aimed arrow from the confines of the cellar. Your arrow embeds into the orc's eyeball. It blinks twice before falling backward, dead.
Gareth gives a sigh of relief as the orc's attack misses him. He yanks his blade out of the orc, placing a booted foot on it to help. The Blade tears a huge wound into the orc and its inards fall out with the sword. Attack Nat 20 damage 13. It falls dead at Gareth's feet.
Lyra,
Tymora's fist slams into the back of the second orc attacking Big Al. The orc looks dazed by the hit and is bleeding from the ears.
Eldrin senses his impending doom and recognizes he can't run from this foe by conventional means. So, he quickly takes out the second portion of his invisibility potion and quaffs it down. His form shimmers before going translucent. He disengages and runs from the orc, moving 30 feet closer to Gareth.
Ironheart catches Big Al take the hits out of his peripheral vision and refocuses his attention. "Time to die orc scum!" The armored warrior then positions himself between the remaining orcs and Big Al, intent on being the shield for his friends.
Attack 18
Damage 6
Zephyros then asks Felagi to keep an eye on the farmhouse and warn him of any more orcs spotted inside as the red-tailed hawk circles it.
You wheel around to the foe in front of Big Al and strike with your trident. It connects just after Tymora's fist pummels the orc. Your attack finishes off this orc and it falls over the body of its comrade. Felagi warns you that two additional orcs are indeed about to join the fight. One has just exited the back door while the other is right behind it.
Two more orcs burst out of the back door to the farmhouse and rush to join the fray. Four orcs in total begin attacking Zephyros. The warrior is able to dodge and parry two of the attacks, but two make it past his defense. Attack 8 and 16, both miss. Attack 20 damage 10 and attack 22 damage 10 hit.
The orc near Eldrin growls in frustration as the elven wizard disappears from view. It sniffs the air for a moment and scans the ground before smiling. He runs directly towards Eldrin, clearly on his trail and swinging his axe before him. Eldrin's stealth w/adv 2/6+3=9. Orc's Perc/Survival 17. Attack w/disadv 11/13+5=16 damage 5. Not anticipating an attack, Eldrin is caught off guard and he yelps in pain as the axe stripes his back.
Big Al responds to Meira, "Aye, not a bad idea... Miss." He moves back next to Meira inside the cellar. "I've shot my fair share of bow." He offers up the dagger and takes Meira's bow if offered.
That brings us back to Meira! Then the top of round six.
Meiralets Big Al take the bow, refusing the dagger in the moment. She draws her rapier, stepping forward towards the entrance of the cellar and the orcs. Whipping the weapon in the air above the orcs Zephyrosis facing, she tries to distract them. She then lunges with the blade at the orc closest to her.
Big Al takes the proffered bow as you waste no time moving out of the cellar and next to Zephyros. Your arrival has the intended effect, disorienting the orcs as you use your rapier to cut the head off the nearest orc. Its headless body falls to the ground with a thump.
Dripping blood, Eldrin disengages from the orc and moves 30 feet towards the farmhouse.
Gareth, Lyra, and Zephyros are up!
[[OOC: Fun fact. With the conclusion of my IRL Tyranny of Dragons campaign. (Most of the party survived, and they saved the world) My oldest son is taking the DM mantle and allowing me to be a player once more. Session zero is tonight. I'm excited! I've decided to play a Bladesinging wizard.]]
Eldrin disappears from view, but Gareth still hears his cry of pain as somehow the other orc manages to still land a hit on the wounded man. Growing angrier by the second, the ranger rushes the remaining orc, focusing all his anger and attention on him (Hunter's Mark) and then attempting to drive his sword deep into his chest.
Shortsword: 20 to hit for 5 piercing damage + 3 HM damage
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"Logic will get you from A to B. Imagination will take you everywhere." ~ Albert Einstein
Lyra's brown eyes widen as she sees two orcish axes swinging down toward Zephyros. She lifts a hand, ready to pour her last spell into easing the pain she's certain will follow. But before the blades can strike, a shimmering barrier bursts to life around the warrior, turning the brutal blows aside. The weapons crash down harmlessly, and the cleric exhales in relief, a small smile tugging at her lips. With her heartbeat steadying, she pivots her hand toward one of those orcs instead. They'll make it through this—she's sure of it!
Action: Holy Word (hit: 21 / damage: 8) Bonus: Spiritual Weapon (hit: 23 / damage: 5) Special: Concentrating on Bless (Meira, Zephyros, Big Al)
You intercept the orc near Eldrin, marking it as your target, and plunge your shortsword deep into its chest. It grunts in pain and then growls at you in anger just long enough to realize the blow is fatal. The orc looks down at the wound and then crumples at your feet.
Lyra,
A burst of divine energy rushes out of the cellar and into the leftmost orc. It hits him in the head at the same time Tymora's fist bashes him from behind. The orc falls dead from the combined assault.
Zephyros,
Your trident attack hits the next orc in the neck. It grabs at the wound to staunch the gushing blood, but to little effect. The orc is looking pretty bad.
The last two remaining orcs recognize the fight isn't going their way with one of them gravely wounded, but they refuse to give up and continue to fight. Each orc continues to find a weakness in Zephyros' defense. Attack 14 miss, & attack 22 damage 10. One of them manages to find that weakness and the axe blade cuts into Zephyros just when the armored warrior thinks he's invulnerable.
Big Al finds a line of sight on the orc who's already hurt and fires an arrow at the foe. Attack 16 damage 6. The arrow embeds in the orcs chest and it falls to the ground, dead.
Meirawill hold her ground, taking just a moment to try to find a weakness in the remaining orcs defense. Then she quickly lunges forward trying to exploit it. (Rapier Attack: 24, Damage: 11 piercing + 4 sneak attack)
Just as the orc believes it has finally hit you, the blade once again deflects harmlessly off of your skin as a shimmering barrier of awesomeness protects you.
Meira,
As the orc realizes it didn't hit Zephyros, it falls by your blade as you find the perfect spot to sever nerve and artery. Well done!
Combat has ended.
Eldrin comes limping up to the farmhouse, battered and bloody, he uses Prestidigitation to clean himself up a bit, dropping his invisibility in the process. "That was... not pleasant." He says as he leans up against the farmhouse.
Big Al turns to Meira and gives her bow back, "Thank you for the rescue. That fight was somethin else. Now for proper introductions. I'm Big Al and this is my ranch." As he surveys the scene his mood darkens some. "Or what's left of it anyways."
"You are quite welcome, Big Al."Meiratakes back the bow and then asks him, "Do you need my dagger for the moment? You are welcome to keep it, though I would not mind getting it back." She then looks over to Zephyrosand Lyra. "You two are ok? You held off all those orcs amazingly Zephyros. We should check on Eldrin and Gareth." She cautiously moves out of the cellar, scanning the area.
Seeing Eldrin'sbattered form appear by the farmhouse, Meiracalls out to Lyra. "Hey, I think Eldrin might need your help Lyra." She comes over to the elf. "Are you ok?"
"I'll admit, things were starting to get dicey there."Zephyros pants as doubles over, trying to catch his breath. "I was holdin' my breath for a while, waiting to feel some cold steel. Thanks for picking those orcs off as swiftly as you did, Meira."
The vast warrior, quickly catching his breath, turns to shake Big Al's hand. "I'm Zephyros. I'm just glad we were able to find you in time."
"Thankfully, a ranch can be rebuilt. Though I mourn for the farm hands that were lost."Ironheart quietly mentions.
Gareth picks up his bow and jogs toward the farmhouse. He sees the injured Eldrin leaning against the wall and then the others come out from the cellar. He arrives just in time to catch Big Al's introduction.
"That was quite the fight," agrees the ranger. "Nice to meet you, Big Al. I'm Gareth. I'm glad we got here in time to help you but damn sorry we couldn't get here sooner to save your ranch hands."
The ranger surveys the ruins of the ranch and the fallen bodies of the workers with a somber expression. "Orcs again," he mutters darkly under his breath.
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"Logic will get you from A to B. Imagination will take you everywhere." ~ Albert Einstein
Lyrawas relieved to see the last orc fall, but felt a pang of guilt immediately. Not a day ago, she had thought she could just support her friends in combat, perhaps never attacking directly herself. But today… her actions had hurt and killed—just like her friends'— and she hadn't hesitated in the slightest. It had been in self-defense, of course, and to help those in need. There was no doubt in her mind that they had done what needed to be done. But still… the thought gnawed at her. "If only things didn't have to come to this", she thought, as her eyes fell to a ground already filled with bodies when they had arrived. Now, theirs added to the count.
Tymora's hand, probably sensing her thoughts, rested on the cleric's shoulder for a moment. Lyra placed her hand over it in return, just before it vanished completely.
And then, just like a bubble popping, she remembered: Eldrinwas hurt! Nodding to Meira, the halfling rushed to elf's side, guiding him gently to sit and catch his breath. Using the last of her magic, she said, "There! I hope you feel better? I still owe you a potion, by the way! But I think we can spare them for today. Did you know these potions taste like cherry? I wonder if they all taste like that, or if that was Adabra’s own touch." (ooc: Eldrinregains 14 HP)
Later, Lyra stands up and asks everyone, "What should we do now? I… um… have used up all my magic, so I won't be able to help much with anything like that until I get a full night's sleep." She turnes to Big Al. "But perhaps we could help you sort things out around here? Oh! My name is Lyra, by the way. May Tymora shine her light upon you." Her gaze sweeps over the ground, taking in all the bodies piling up. "They ... need a proper rest,"she mutters.
Big Al flips the dagger around and presents you with the handle, "No need. There's plenty of weapons scattered around I can make use of if needed."
Eldrin responds to you in his usual matter-of-fact tone, "I've been better, but thankfully, still alive."
Zephyros,
Big Al shakes your hand with a firm grip as he responds to you, "Yes a ranch can be rebuild, but not much point if my prized cow, Petunia, is gone. Those orcs probably killed her too." He turns to head inside the farmhouse as Lyra speaks to the burly man.
Gareth,
Big Al nods to you as you greet him.
Lyra,
Big Al stops and turns to you. He kneels down to one knee before responding, "You all are welcome to rest here as long as you'd like. I'd like to bury my farm hands. We can pile up the orc bodies and burn the lot of em. It's more than they deserve, that's fer sure. Your help would be much appreciated. It already is."
Eldrin nods in appreciation. "Thank you. I'll never stop finding the art of divine healing so fascinating." You watch as all of Eldrin's injuries are healed. "Yes, I did detect a hint of cherry as well. Perhaps I'll ask Adabra about that when we return."
Big Al moves inside the farmhouse through the back door that leads to an empty foyer. He continues on into a kitchen space further in on the first floor. Passing through the foyer, you see a staircase ascending to a floor above. The kitchen has been ransacked with food scattered and empty casks of ale broken and thrown about. A skull-shaped wooden butter mold rests on a small table in the corner. The burly man opens up one of the cabinets and pulls out a small pouch. "Thank you lady luck." He opens the pouch and pulls out three rolls of bandages. Sitting in a chair at the table, he uses the bandages to bind the worst of his injuries.
The elven wizard, Eldrin, follows Big Al inside, using subtle magic here and there to clean bits of food and drink stains from the floor. He sets a chair back to upright and cleans it thoroughly with prestidigitation before sitting down next to Big Al.
The combat is beginning to take a toll on the small cleric' magic. She watches Big Al take a nasty hit, all the while uncertain how Gareth and Eldrin are faring, and her magic is quickly waining. Torn between healing and attacking to prevent further harm, she chooses the latter.
"Hang on there!" she calls to Big Al, guilt pricking at her for not healing him right away.
She raises her hand and directs a beam of light toward one of the orcs, but her heart sinks as the spell misses, again. "Damn it! Not again!" she mutters in frustration.
Her goddess, however, is luckier this time. The shimmering spectral hand strikes once more, and—perhaps in sympathy with her acolyte’s frustration—this time it doesn't attempt its usual slap. Instead, it curls into a fist and delivers a solid punch.
Action: Guiding Bolt to hit: 8. (There goes my last but one spell slot)
Bonus action: Spiritual weapon to hit 24. Damage: 11.
Concentrating on Bless
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Auriel | Shenua | Arren | Lyra
Good call. Thanks for the reminder. 2 still a miss.
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Meira,
Neither orc appears wounded. You aim for the orc on the left and loose another expertly aimed arrow from the confines of the cellar. Your arrow embeds into the orc's eyeball. It blinks twice before falling backward, dead.
Gareth gives a sigh of relief as the orc's attack misses him. He yanks his blade out of the orc, placing a booted foot on it to help. The Blade tears a huge wound into the orc and its inards fall out with the sword. Attack Nat 20 damage 13. It falls dead at Gareth's feet.
Lyra,
Tymora's fist slams into the back of the second orc attacking Big Al. The orc looks dazed by the hit and is bleeding from the ears.
Eldrin senses his impending doom and recognizes he can't run from this foe by conventional means. So, he quickly takes out the second portion of his invisibility potion and quaffs it down. His form shimmers before going translucent. He disengages and runs from the orc, moving 30 feet closer to Gareth.
Zephyros is up!
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Ironheart catches Big Al take the hits out of his peripheral vision and refocuses his attention. "Time to die orc scum!" The armored warrior then positions himself between the remaining orcs and Big Al, intent on being the shield for his friends.
Attack 18
Damage 6
Zephyros then asks Felagi to keep an eye on the farmhouse and warn him of any more orcs spotted inside as the red-tailed hawk circles it.
Perception 8
Initiative reminder:
Gareth 22Lyra 20Eldrin 13Zephyros 13Zephyros,
You wheel around to the foe in front of Big Al and strike with your trident. It connects just after Tymora's fist pummels the orc. Your attack finishes off this orc and it falls over the body of its comrade. Felagi warns you that two additional orcs are indeed about to join the fight. One has just exited the back door while the other is right behind it.
Two more orcs burst out of the back door to the farmhouse and rush to join the fray. Four orcs in total begin attacking Zephyros. The warrior is able to dodge and parry two of the attacks, but two make it past his defense. Attack 8 and 16, both miss. Attack 20 damage 10 and attack 22 damage 10 hit.
The orc near Eldrin growls in frustration as the elven wizard disappears from view. It sniffs the air for a moment and scans the ground before smiling. He runs directly towards Eldrin, clearly on his trail and swinging his axe before him. Eldrin's stealth w/adv
2/6+3=9. Orc's Perc/Survival 17. Attack w/disadv 11/13+5=16 damage 5. Not anticipating an attack, Eldrin is caught off guard and he yelps in pain as the axe stripes his back.Big Al responds to Meira, "Aye, not a bad idea... Miss." He moves back next to Meira inside the cellar. "I've shot my fair share of bow." He offers up the dagger and takes Meira's bow if offered.
That brings us back to Meira! Then the top of round six.
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The bull of a man grins as the orcs continue their attack. While the two attacks would worry a normal man, Zephyros is anything but...
Ironheart focuses his mind into an impenetrable shield around his body just before then blows land, making them ineffective and harmless.
As a reaction, Zephyros casts shield.
Meira lets Big Al take the bow, refusing the dagger in the moment. She draws her rapier, stepping forward towards the entrance of the cellar and the orcs. Whipping the weapon in the air above the orcs Zephyros is facing, she tries to distract them. She then lunges with the blade at the orc closest to her.
(Rapier Attack: 23, Damage: 9 piercing + 9 sneak attack)
(OOC - Using HELP action to give Zephyros Advantage)
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard || Iromae Quinaea, Cleric
Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer || Bronnryn Hethgar, Cleric
Meira,
Big Al takes the proffered bow as you waste no time moving out of the cellar and next to Zephyros. Your arrival has the intended effect, disorienting the orcs as you use your rapier to cut the head off the nearest orc. Its headless body falls to the ground with a thump.
Dripping blood, Eldrin disengages from the orc and moves 30 feet towards the farmhouse.
Gareth, Lyra, and Zephyros are up!
[[OOC: Fun fact. With the conclusion of my IRL Tyranny of Dragons campaign. (Most of the party survived, and they saved the world) My oldest son is taking the DM mantle and allowing me to be a player once more. Session zero is tonight. I'm excited! I've decided to play a Bladesinging wizard.]]
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Eldrin disappears from view, but Gareth still hears his cry of pain as somehow the other orc manages to still land a hit on the wounded man. Growing angrier by the second, the ranger rushes the remaining orc, focusing all his anger and attention on him (Hunter's Mark) and then attempting to drive his sword deep into his chest.
Shortsword: 20 to hit for 5 piercing damage + 3 HM damage
"Logic will get you from A to B. Imagination will take you everywhere." ~ Albert Einstein
Pronouns: She / Her
Characters: Bryony Alderleaf (Phandelver and Below) ♦ Gareth Blackwood (Dragon of Icespire Peak)
DM: Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus & Phandalin Adventures
Lyra's brown eyes widen as she sees two orcish axes swinging down toward Zephyros. She lifts a hand, ready to pour her last spell into easing the pain she's certain will follow. But before the blades can strike, a shimmering barrier bursts to life around the warrior, turning the brutal blows aside. The weapons crash down harmlessly, and the cleric exhales in relief, a small smile tugging at her lips. With her heartbeat steadying, she pivots her hand toward one of those orcs instead. They'll make it through this—she's sure of it!
Action: Holy Word (hit: 21 / damage: 8)
Bonus: Spiritual Weapon (hit: 23 / damage: 5)
Special: Concentrating on Bless (Meira, Zephyros, Big Al)
Peindre l'amour, peindre la vie, pleurer en couleur ♫
Auriel | Shenua | Arren | Lyra
Zephyros says nothing but instead glares into the face of his adversaries.
As Ironheart raises his weapon, he roars in fury before sending it into one of the orcs in front of him.
Attack: (25 + 4) 29
Damage: 10
Gareth,
You intercept the orc near Eldrin, marking it as your target, and plunge your shortsword deep into its chest. It grunts in pain and then growls at you in anger just long enough to realize the blow is fatal. The orc looks down at the wound and then crumples at your feet.
Lyra,
A burst of divine energy rushes out of the cellar and into the leftmost orc. It hits him in the head at the same time Tymora's fist bashes him from behind. The orc falls dead from the combined assault.
Zephyros,
Your trident attack hits the next orc in the neck. It grabs at the wound to staunch the gushing blood, but to little effect. The orc is looking pretty bad.
The last two remaining orcs recognize the fight isn't going their way with one of them gravely wounded, but they refuse to give up and continue to fight. Each orc continues to find a weakness in Zephyros' defense. Attack 14 miss, & attack 22 damage 10. One of them manages to find that weakness and the axe blade cuts into Zephyros just when the armored warrior thinks he's invulnerable.
Big Al finds a line of sight on the orc who's already hurt and fires an arrow at the foe. Attack 16 damage 6. The arrow embeds in the orcs chest and it falls to the ground, dead.
Meira is up again with one remaining orc left.
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Zephyros grins slightly at the orcs latest attempt to even wound the big man.
Reaction: Shield
Meira will hold her ground, taking just a moment to try to find a weakness in the remaining orcs defense. Then she quickly lunges forward trying to exploit it.
(Rapier Attack: 24, Damage: 11 piercing + 4 sneak attack)
(OOC - Using Bonus Action: Steady Aim)
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard || Iromae Quinaea, Cleric
Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer || Bronnryn Hethgar, Cleric
Zephyros,
Just as the orc believes it has finally hit you, the blade once again deflects harmlessly off of your skin as a shimmering barrier of awesomeness protects you.
Meira,
As the orc realizes it didn't hit Zephyros, it falls by your blade as you find the perfect spot to sever nerve and artery. Well done!
Combat has ended.
Eldrin comes limping up to the farmhouse, battered and bloody, he uses Prestidigitation to clean himself up a bit, dropping his invisibility in the process. "That was... not pleasant." He says as he leans up against the farmhouse.
Big Al turns to Meira and gives her bow back, "Thank you for the rescue. That fight was somethin else. Now for proper introductions. I'm Big Al and this is my ranch." As he surveys the scene his mood darkens some. "Or what's left of it anyways."
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"You are quite welcome, Big Al." Meira takes back the bow and then asks him, "Do you need my dagger for the moment? You are welcome to keep it, though I would not mind getting it back." She then looks over to Zephyros and Lyra. "You two are ok? You held off all those orcs amazingly Zephyros. We should check on Eldrin and Gareth." She cautiously moves out of the cellar, scanning the area.
Seeing Eldrin's battered form appear by the farmhouse, Meira calls out to Lyra. "Hey, I think Eldrin might need your help Lyra." She comes over to the elf. "Are you ok?"
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard || Iromae Quinaea, Cleric
Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer || Bronnryn Hethgar, Cleric
"I'll admit, things were starting to get dicey there." Zephyros pants as doubles over, trying to catch his breath. "I was holdin' my breath for a while, waiting to feel some cold steel. Thanks for picking those orcs off as swiftly as you did, Meira."
The vast warrior, quickly catching his breath, turns to shake Big Al's hand. "I'm Zephyros. I'm just glad we were able to find you in time."
"Thankfully, a ranch can be rebuilt. Though I mourn for the farm hands that were lost." Ironheart quietly mentions.
Gareth picks up his bow and jogs toward the farmhouse. He sees the injured Eldrin leaning against the wall and then the others come out from the cellar. He arrives just in time to catch Big Al's introduction.
"That was quite the fight," agrees the ranger. "Nice to meet you, Big Al. I'm Gareth. I'm glad we got here in time to help you but damn sorry we couldn't get here sooner to save your ranch hands."
The ranger surveys the ruins of the ranch and the fallen bodies of the workers with a somber expression. "Orcs again," he mutters darkly under his breath.
"Logic will get you from A to B. Imagination will take you everywhere." ~ Albert Einstein
Pronouns: She / Her
Characters: Bryony Alderleaf (Phandelver and Below) ♦ Gareth Blackwood (Dragon of Icespire Peak)
DM: Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus & Phandalin Adventures
Lyra was relieved to see the last orc fall, but felt a pang of guilt immediately. Not a day ago, she had thought she could just support her friends in combat, perhaps never attacking directly herself. But today… her actions had hurt and killed—just like her friends'— and she hadn't hesitated in the slightest. It had been in self-defense, of course, and to help those in need. There was no doubt in her mind that they had done what needed to be done. But still… the thought gnawed at her. "If only things didn't have to come to this", she thought, as her eyes fell to a ground already filled with bodies when they had arrived. Now, theirs added to the count.
Tymora's hand, probably sensing her thoughts, rested on the cleric's shoulder for a moment. Lyra placed her hand over it in return, just before it vanished completely.
And then, just like a bubble popping, she remembered: Eldrin was hurt! Nodding to Meira, the halfling rushed to elf's side, guiding him gently to sit and catch his breath. Using the last of her magic, she said, "There! I hope you feel better? I still owe you a potion, by the way! But I think we can spare them for today. Did you know these potions taste like cherry? I wonder if they all taste like that, or if that was Adabra’s own touch." (ooc: Eldrin regains 14 HP)
Later, Lyra stands up and asks everyone, "What should we do now? I… um… have used up all my magic, so I won't be able to help much with anything like that until I get a full night's sleep." She turnes to Big Al. "But perhaps we could help you sort things out around here? Oh! My name is Lyra, by the way. May Tymora shine her light upon you." Her gaze sweeps over the ground, taking in all the bodies piling up. "They ... need a proper rest," she mutters.
Peindre l'amour, peindre la vie, pleurer en couleur ♫
Auriel | Shenua | Arren | Lyra
Meira,
Big Al flips the dagger around and presents you with the handle, "No need. There's plenty of weapons scattered around I can make use of if needed."
Eldrin responds to you in his usual matter-of-fact tone, "I've been better, but thankfully, still alive."
Zephyros,
Big Al shakes your hand with a firm grip as he responds to you, "Yes a ranch can be rebuild, but not much point if my prized cow, Petunia, is gone. Those orcs probably killed her too." He turns to head inside the farmhouse as Lyra speaks to the burly man.
Gareth,
Big Al nods to you as you greet him.
Lyra,
Big Al stops and turns to you. He kneels down to one knee before responding, "You all are welcome to rest here as long as you'd like. I'd like to bury my farm hands. We can pile up the orc bodies and burn the lot of em. It's more than they deserve, that's fer sure. Your help would be much appreciated. It already is."
Eldrin nods in appreciation. "Thank you. I'll never stop finding the art of divine healing so fascinating." You watch as all of Eldrin's injuries are healed. "Yes, I did detect a hint of cherry as well. Perhaps I'll ask Adabra about that when we return."
Big Al moves inside the farmhouse through the back door that leads to an empty foyer. He continues on into a kitchen space further in on the first floor. Passing through the foyer, you see a staircase ascending to a floor above. The kitchen has been ransacked with food scattered and empty casks of ale broken and thrown about. A skull-shaped wooden butter mold rests on a small table in the corner. The burly man opens up one of the cabinets and pulls out a small pouch. "Thank you lady luck." He opens the pouch and pulls out three rolls of bandages. Sitting in a chair at the table, he uses the bandages to bind the worst of his injuries.
The elven wizard, Eldrin, follows Big Al inside, using subtle magic here and there to clean bits of food and drink stains from the floor. He sets a chair back to upright and cleans it thoroughly with prestidigitation before sitting down next to Big Al.
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