Crisaryn Melkial's fire spell had the werewolf screaming as she singed his chest but the injury was momentary as he transmuted it.
The Vistani, Viktor danced into the fray his rapier flashing and a small silver dagger deflecting claws aimed at his face. He had changed war into a whirlwind.
He hits for 8 points of damage. The werewolf begins to whimper as the dagger sliced into its neck. It tried to disengage but Viktor was there ready with his sword 4 points of damage and the werewolf ran for it's life.
No Annaletta is an adult, we should try to find the child, he turns to regard the other two werewolves, they seem uncertain of fighting knowing a dangerous enemy when they saw one.
Mama, please Mama, don't leave me here! the cry rang out again
(OOC Photoshop won't load today, so no battlemap, sorry)
"Oh no you don't!" Illmirth exclaimed as the werewolf, bleeding from a half dozen wounds, began to flee. He began to chant, the cadence of his voice rising and falling like a song. As he reached the crescendo a brilliant burst of radiant energy appeared in his open hand. With a quick snap of his wrist the energy streaked through the dark street at the fleeing lycanthrope.
Hit or miss, Illmirth turns to Murdock and says, "By the grace of Lathander, do your duty well!"
The werewolf staggered and fell to its knees screaming, blood pooled around it. Parts of his body shifts back into human form whilst part of it remain wolflike. He is barely alive (1 hit point)
The other two werewolves twitch and then dart away their tails stuck between their legs.
Again you hear a childs voice Mama what's happening, where are you, then the sound of tears. I'll be good, I promise.
Despite the chaos of the battle, Illmirth quiets his mind and focuses on the voice of the child.
"We were told that the children are accounted for... Perhaps the clever beasts are trying to draw us into a trap or away from the village folk in the inn."
***OoC: insight check on the kids voice: 9***
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“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Although the 2 werewolves have left, you can still see them loping around the edge of the village. Then you heard a womans scream coming from the woods, then a purple glow followed by a howl. Viktor took off at a run after calling Annaletta! He whistled for his horse and it flashed past the main party and ran after him. You saw that its horseshoes had been silvered.
You see movement near the open woodland and can hear the sound of running, the branches and leaves on the floor snapping giving away her location. A flash of red fabric in the bushes. The moon glints on armour. For a second you see the wolfshead. It was the loup garou.
The childs voice originally came from the crossroads just past the downed wolvesbane, now it travels around the inn within the mist. None of you have yet seen the little girl.
The battle hardly starts before it's over. The paladins' blade sits clean in his hand. Disappointing. But not altogether unexpected. There's still finding the child hidden in the thick veil, and as such his immediate duty is yet unfinished. The old warrior raises his sword above his head, and speaks but a single word. A small blessing upon his weapon.
Quite suddenly, the shine of his longsword grows bright, unnaturally so. Like soft warm candlelight, it bathes the immediate area in a radiant opulence. "Bless thee, My Lord, that thine light doth shine even in this accursed fog." Holding the shine of his blade aloft, he turns to the others with a calm, determined gaze. "We must away, secureth this lost soul, and join our company afore this aberration accursed, yonder." He gestures to where the Vistani had only recently vanished, before turning to follow the voice foremost.
Murdock moves forwards but is then hit by multiple attacks, 3 childrens tiny teeth are trying to pierce his armour, but slide off. The light from his blade highlights the problem, innocents turned. They have never seen Lathanders light before and are not evil just changed children.
"Unforgivable..." Vaelar hisses in his raspy voice, looking down at the monstrous children with horror. Unlike the grown werewolves, he cannot bring his blade to bear against such innocents ripped from their childhood.
For a moment he does not hear the rapping at the inn door, lost as he is in his abhorrence, but eventually it echoes through to his conscious mind. He turns to see what is knocking.
"The plan was to focus on the Loup Garou," Crisaryn reminds the others. "Let those inside know to not open the door. And then we'll follow the Vistani."
She's ready to move to follow in the direction he went.
Bile, bitter and acidic rose in his throat. The cursed children snarled and clawed like beasts, their tedious hold on humanity tested every second of their tortured existence.
For the briefest of moments he was a thousand miles away, deep beneath the surface of Toril. His mother, his own mother, conspired to make him a Drider; Had he remained in his home, his will would have been taken, just like these poor, cursed children.
He backed towards the door of the inn. "Do not be fooled by the cries of the children, keep the door barred!" he called out in a deep, resonating voice. "Open it only for our signal."
With a look of pure disgust and contempt he turns back to the wounded werewolf. Lifting both arms to the sky he chants, summoning the cleansing power of sacred flame.
***OoC: Sacred flame Dex DC 13 : damage 7 radiant: ignores 1/2 and 1/4 cover***
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“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
The harpers grunt at the tiny terrors, then run over to where they'd seen the Vistani go. They hear the sound of a horses battlecry and move towards it, just under cover in the woods opposite the inn. Crisaryn joined them
Initiative: Vistani 19, Party 15, Harpers 13, loup garou 8.
Vaelar turns and sees the girl, she is partly transformed and is still wearing a brown dress. She turns to stare at him, her tawny monster eyes so wrong in her face.
The Vistani and the warhorse are fighting the Loup Garou but are hampered by his armour.
You see Annalettas hands form another spell and a purple colour suffused them as she threw an eldritch blast for 6 damage.
The horse rears and lashes out with his silvered horseshoes creating a dent in the breastplate and a snapping noise as the loup garou's rib cracks. 12 points of damage.
Viktor aims at the Loup Garous head, but his target was too fast and his blade slipped on the neckpiece.
The young heavily armoured woman with the blonde braided hair finds herself struggling to recall her training without her mentor once outside the tavern among the creatures of the night, even letting out a whimper of despair as she sees the horrible fate of the poor innocent children, and in the end it is pure instincts that makes her draw her blade and raise it into the night air calling out a loud desperate prayer to the Morninglord to shed his glorious light over them all and cleanse the evil from the innocent.
Radiance of Dawn to remove the lycanthrope curses from all the children.
DM
Crisaryn Melkial's fire spell had the werewolf screaming as she singed his chest but the injury was momentary as he transmuted it.
The Vistani, Viktor danced into the fray his rapier flashing and a small silver dagger deflecting claws aimed at his face. He had changed war into a whirlwind.
He hits for 8 points of damage. The werewolf begins to whimper as the dagger sliced into its neck. It tried to disengage but Viktor was there ready with his sword 4 points of damage and the werewolf ran for it's life.
No Annaletta is an adult, we should try to find the child, he turns to regard the other two werewolves, they seem uncertain of fighting knowing a dangerous enemy when they saw one.
Mama, please Mama, don't leave me here! the cry rang out again
(OOC Photoshop won't load today, so no battlemap, sorry)
Illmirth
"Oh no you don't!" Illmirth exclaimed as the werewolf, bleeding from a half dozen wounds, began to flee. He began to chant, the cadence of his voice rising and falling like a song. As he reached the crescendo a brilliant burst of radiant energy appeared in his open hand. With a quick snap of his wrist the energy streaked through the dark street at the fleeing lycanthrope.
Hit or miss, Illmirth turns to Murdock and says, "By the grace of Lathander, do your duty well!"
***OoC: guiding bolt attack: 14 damage: 19 radiant. Bonus action bardic inspiration to Murdock (d6).***
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
DM
The werewolf staggered and fell to its knees screaming, blood pooled around it. Parts of his body shifts back into human form whilst part of it remain wolflike. He is barely alive (1 hit point)
The other two werewolves twitch and then dart away their tails stuck between their legs.
Again you hear a childs voice Mama what's happening, where are you, then the sound of tears. I'll be good, I promise.
What do you do?
OOC graphics courtesy of DeepAI text to pictures.
Despite the chaos of the battle, Illmirth quiets his mind and focuses on the voice of the child.
"We were told that the children are accounted for... Perhaps the clever beasts are trying to draw us into a trap or away from the village folk in the inn."
***OoC: insight check on the kids voice: 9***
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
DM
The childs voice sounds normal for a 5 year old.
DM
Although the 2 werewolves have left, you can still see them loping around the edge of the village. Then you heard a womans scream coming from the woods, then a purple glow followed by a howl. Viktor took off at a run after calling Annaletta! He whistled for his horse and it flashed past the main party and ran after him. You saw that its horseshoes had been silvered.
You see movement near the open woodland and can hear the sound of running, the branches and leaves on the floor snapping giving away her location. A flash of red fabric in the bushes. The moon glints on armour. For a second you see the wolfshead. It was the loup garou.
Mama I ran away, where are you?
Illmirth
***OoC: do we have an idea of which direction the child's voice is coming from?***
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
DM
The childs voice originally came from the crossroads just past the downed wolvesbane, now it travels around the inn within the mist. None of you have yet seen the little girl.
Murdock
The battle hardly starts before it's over. The paladins' blade sits clean in his hand. Disappointing. But not altogether unexpected. There's still finding the child hidden in the thick veil, and as such his immediate duty is yet unfinished. The old warrior raises his sword above his head, and speaks but a single word. A small blessing upon his weapon.
Quite suddenly, the shine of his longsword grows bright, unnaturally so. Like soft warm candlelight, it bathes the immediate area in a radiant opulence. "Bless thee, My Lord, that thine light doth shine even in this accursed fog." Holding the shine of his blade aloft, he turns to the others with a calm, determined gaze. "We must away, secureth this lost soul, and join our company afore this aberration accursed, yonder." He gestures to where the Vistani had only recently vanished, before turning to follow the voice foremost.
**Channels Divinity to imbue a Radiant Weapon**
DM
Murdock moves forwards but is then hit by multiple attacks, 3 childrens tiny teeth are trying to pierce his armour, but slide off. The light from his blade highlights the problem, innocents turned. They have never seen Lathanders light before and are not evil just changed children.
DM
Mama the light hurts, let me in, I'll be good! You then hear the knocking at the inn door. A gentle rap.
Vaelar
"Unforgivable..." Vaelar hisses in his raspy voice, looking down at the monstrous children with horror. Unlike the grown werewolves, he cannot bring his blade to bear against such innocents ripped from their childhood.
For a moment he does not hear the rapping at the inn door, lost as he is in his abhorrence, but eventually it echoes through to his conscious mind. He turns to see what is knocking.
Crisaryn Melkial
"The plan was to focus on the Loup Garou," Crisaryn reminds the others. "Let those inside know to not open the door. And then we'll follow the Vistani."
She's ready to move to follow in the direction he went.
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Satina Cindermark, Fighter || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Bile, bitter and acidic rose in his throat. The cursed children snarled and clawed like beasts, their tedious hold on humanity tested every second of their tortured existence.
For the briefest of moments he was a thousand miles away, deep beneath the surface of Toril. His mother, his own mother, conspired to make him a Drider; Had he remained in his home, his will would have been taken, just like these poor, cursed children.
He backed towards the door of the inn. "Do not be fooled by the cries of the children, keep the door barred!" he called out in a deep, resonating voice. "Open it only for our signal."
With a look of pure disgust and contempt he turns back to the wounded werewolf. Lifting both arms to the sky he chants, summoning the cleansing power of sacred flame.
***OoC: Sacred flame Dex DC 13 : damage 7 radiant: ignores 1/2 and 1/4 cover***
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Illmirth disposes of the body of the werewolf making sure that it won't rise again with the dawn.
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The harpers grunt at the tiny terrors, then run over to where they'd seen the Vistani go. They hear the sound of a horses battlecry and move towards it, just under cover in the woods opposite the inn. Crisaryn joined them
Initiative: Vistani 19, Party 15, Harpers 13, loup garou 8.
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Vaelar turns and sees the girl, she is partly transformed and is still wearing a brown dress. She turns to stare at him, her tawny monster eyes so wrong in her face.
DM
The Vistani and the warhorse are fighting the Loup Garou but are hampered by his armour.
You see Annalettas hands form another spell and a purple colour suffused them as she threw an eldritch blast for 6 damage.
The horse rears and lashes out with his silvered horseshoes creating a dent in the breastplate and a snapping noise as the loup garou's rib cracks. 12 points of damage.
Viktor aims at the Loup Garous head, but his target was too fast and his blade slipped on the neckpiece.
Your turn
((Is it with reach to hit it with melee with 35ft of movement?))
Yes they are just behind the bushes, you can hear the ring of metal against metal.
Lorelei Dawnwarden
The young heavily armoured woman with the blonde braided hair finds herself struggling to recall her training without her mentor once outside the tavern among the creatures of the night, even letting out a whimper of despair as she sees the horrible fate of the poor innocent children, and in the end it is pure instincts that makes her draw her blade and raise it into the night air calling out a loud desperate prayer to the Morninglord to shed his glorious light over them all and cleanse the evil from the innocent.
Radiance of Dawn to remove the lycanthrope curses from all the children.
(Any adult werewolves that can't be cleansed of the lycanthrope curse would take 14 radiance damage, save con 15 for half.)