The young blonde priestess gives Alerya a nod of appreciation as she feels the warmth of the blessing, then storming inside as the firbolg shoulders open the door. She immediately heads for the stairs, storming up to save the children, ready with shield and blade to assail the first enemy that comes into sight.
This place is a horrid mess and the sight of the bones enrages the Paladin. But she keeps her head, blind fury will get them nowhere.
The blue skinned warrior follows closely behind Lorelei ready to shoot, murmuring a prayer to Kossuth, casting Divine Favor her hands take on small blue flames.
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"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
Her face partly hiden by the cowl of her cloak, Crisaryn tries to ignore the foul smells and scattered bones as they enter. With this floor empty, she will let the other two ladies lead, but then is right behind them.
Vaelar draws both blades and steps into the house, joining the vanguard with his pale eyes ever watchful for the evil hags. If there is no one on the lower floor, he will continue upstairs.
Illmirth followed the party in, motioning to Fredrick to follow. As Lorelei heads for the stairs the bard begins chanting softly. His thin frame shudders, rippling like a reflection in a river as his body seemingly splits into 4 Illmirths. He keeps tight to the rear of the party, staying out of the way of the front line combatants, but close enough to support them with his magic. "Be careful Frederik. If you can, take the eyes from the man. We need the necklace he carries. If you are hurt, fly back to me, I can heal you," He speaks very softly to the raven.
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Initiative
Party 19
Hags 11
Ravens 16
Your turn.
Lorelei Dawnwarden
The young blonde priestess gives Alerya a nod of appreciation as she feels the warmth of the blessing, then storming inside as the firbolg shoulders open the door. She immediately heads for the stairs, storming up to save the children, ready with shield and blade to assail the first enemy that comes into sight.
Alerya
This place is a horrid mess and the sight of the bones enrages the Paladin. But she keeps her head, blind fury will get them nowhere.
The blue skinned warrior follows closely behind Lorelei ready to shoot, murmuring a prayer to Kossuth, casting Divine Favor her hands take on small blue flames.
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
Crisaryn Melkial
Her face partly hiden by the cowl of her cloak, Crisaryn tries to ignore the foul smells and scattered bones as they enter. With this floor empty, she will let the other two ladies lead, but then is right behind them.
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Vaelar
Vaelar draws both blades and steps into the house, joining the vanguard with his pale eyes ever watchful for the evil hags. If there is no one on the lower floor, he will continue upstairs.
Illmirth
Illmirth followed the party in, motioning to Fredrick to follow. As Lorelei heads for the stairs the bard begins chanting softly. His thin frame shudders, rippling like a reflection in a river as his body seemingly splits into 4 Illmirths. He keeps tight to the rear of the party, staying out of the way of the front line combatants, but close enough to support them with his magic. "Be careful Frederik. If you can, take the eyes from the man. We need the necklace he carries. If you are hurt, fly back to me, I can heal you," He speaks very softly to the raven.
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“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond