Chubby's face turns glowing red...a combination of embarrassment and being pissed off. He withdraws his sword from his fat folds, and this time expends a superiority dice and attacks the beholder using his BattleMaster's menacing attack, with Inspiration:
Menacing Attack When you hit with a weapon attack, you can expend one superiority die to add the total to the damage roll and the target must make a WIS saving throw (DC 13). On failure, it is frightened of you until the end of your next turn.
DM - please roll for the beholder's WIS saving throw vs. being frightened.
The results of Chubby's attack-
Attack: 21 Damage: 10 plus an additional 7 damage as a result of his superiority dice.
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"Tuck it in there buddy," Evrik says to Chubby. Evrik then kisses his amulet, closes his eyes slightly, raises his arms about waist high with his palms facing upward, but slightly toward each other and says a short prayer, "Oh Golden Guardian, if thy wilst, protect this fine dwarf from foe and self..." Pushing his hands outwards towards Chubby, a light glow begins to emerge as the Shield of Faith encircles the dwarf. He then continues his prayer, "And lend us your strength to face what may come," as he readies the Tentacle Rod to strike if the need arises.
Then, speaking to the team "We may have picked out a little too much this time, does anyone see a way around these... things?" He focuses on the beholders, prays for strength and guidance and seeks to intuit their motives to see if the party can somehow skirt the danger. (Insight: 18)
Merlin's attack would connect easily, the creature seeming to not move, nor care to. As his blow lands, the creature explodes in a violent Death Burst, Volatile gas exploding from the creature, thousands of spore-like floaters expanding out from the center of the explosion.
Make a DC 15 CON save(With Advantage). On a failed save, you take 3d6 Poison damage (halved), and are Virulently infected, and will have 1d12+16 hours until you die. You will also suffer from being Poisoned Until you die.
Spores within Immo's Flame Saves: 5-1921392
Seven more of them exploding in the same fashion as the first. Chubby, please roll an additional 7 DC 15 CON checks(Adv). Any failed ones, take 3d6 Poison damage(halved). And become virulently infected as described above, and subtract 1 hour from your 'hours to live' roll.
The remaining seven begin to lash out at chubby, each one attempting to push their tendrils through his skin, seemingly unconcerned with the rest of the group. Their eyes, whoever, watching the rest of the group despite seeming not to care about their existence.
Attack rolls: 1 - 12 - 12 - 13 - 13 - 12 - 5
all of their attacks failing to find purchase, simply skimming off of his armor.
The orc collapsing on the ground, seemingly too enervated to move.
Against his better judgment Arthasis peaked around the corner keeping as much distance as possible between him and these creatures, so he could easily retreat if things turned sour. Even though he was prepared for the worst, the sight that presented itself to him left the warlock confused. If these things truly were beholders they shouldn’t die as easily. He tried to discern, which one of the assailants was smothering the orc with the most tentacles (Perception: 4). After taking an educated guess Arthasis put a Hex (Bonus Action / hexed Athletics) on his chosen target and hurled an Eldritch Blast at it, in an attempt to give the orc a chance to free himself. Attack: 25 Damage: 24
"Don't attack yet," Immotichey snaps at the warlock. "Let the dwaft get clear." To prevent any more of the creatures from exploding he moves his fiery orb straight up and back towards himself.
(Bonus Action: move flaming sphere)
(Holding action until Chubby runs away. Action will be produce flame.)
"The warlock may be correct, one would expect a beholder to present much more of a challenge. What are we missing?" Evrik then looks closer to see if he can determine anything additional, but does not seem to discern any additional information. (Perception: 7)
"Chubby, get out of there, and let's handle this from a distance!" Evrik continues his focus on the protective shield around Chubby and waits for the Dwarf to get clear so that they can begin to attack from a safe distance.
I’m not sure whose turn it is, but Chubby’s next move will be to get up and run back to where the rest of the group is currently standing. In the grand stands, watching the Chubby Show, no less.
The rest of the beholder beings watch as Chubby starts to flee, and instead of pursuing, once again, they thrust thier tendrils into the flesh of the orc, starting to repeat what they had been doing before, this time, it was all of them.
The orc cries out in pain, managing to gargle out the words "Don't abandon me... please...." a plaintive hand shooting out, as if reaching for them.
Arthasis watched Chubby get out of harm’s way while the creatures again focused their attention on the trapped Orc. The warlock knew that the helpless captive would not survive much more punishment. “Well, before I blast any more of these things, someone should probably heal him. Since if he ends up dead this whole exercise was for nothing.”, he said to the assembled group. He then readies another Eldritch Blast preparing to unleash it on the next target as soon as someone healed the orc. Attack: 21 Damage: 13
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"I appreciate your point of view on this Arthasis, but if we heal the Orc now, while it is still in the grips of the beholder thing there, then it will only continue to be harmed. We need to neutralize the threat to the Orc and us all." With that, Evrik straightens his right arm out towards the beholder that is holding the orc. As his palm faces toward the beholder he whispers in an olde dwarvish tongue "Fly true and guide us all..." and a blue shimmer begins to leave Evrik's hands and then explodes into a Guiding Bolt straight towards the beholder. (Attack: 17 Damage: 15)
Pray and try as he might however, the bolt fails to fully materialize and fizzles out only a few feet from Evrik's fingers, leaving a slight hint of failure in the air around the area where he tried to harness the magic.
Evrik then looks to Chubby, "Don't worry my stout friend, we will find the cure to your ailments."
The beholders beings redoubled their efforts. Eyes ever watching the group, as thier tendrils continued to work inside the orc. The orc became visibly more emaciated. Whatever the group is going to do should be done swiftly, the orc too weak now to even move.
Inside of chubby, he would feel hundreds of tiny 'things' moving inside him, flowing through his veins, as they passed, worts, pustules and darkening of his skin would follow, his health itself never seemed to fade, but it did make him retch all over the floor before him.
Chubby’s puke comes out in volumes that would shock a cleric. And the smell? It would burn the nose hairs off a skeleton (and they don’t have nose hairs to begin with, so you get a sense of how raunchy it is).
After releasing the enormous volume of bile, Chubby stands back up straight, wipes his chin off with the sleeve of his clothes, and the unclasps the two throwing axes from his belt, ready to attack once again.
Chubby's self inflicted wound:
Weapons damage = 10
3/4ths of 9 = 6.75, rounded up = 7 damage
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Chubby's face turns glowing red...a combination of embarrassment and being pissed off. He withdraws his sword from his fat folds, and this time expends a superiority dice and attacks the beholder using his BattleMaster's menacing attack, with Inspiration:
Menacing Attack
When you hit with a weapon attack, you can expend one superiority die to add the total to the damage roll and the target must make a WIS saving throw (DC 13). On failure, it is frightened of you until the end of your next turn.
DM - please roll for the beholder's WIS saving throw vs. being frightened.
The results of Chubby's attack-
Attack: 21 Damage: 10 plus an additional 7 damage as a result of his superiority dice.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
"Tuck it in there buddy," Evrik says to Chubby. Evrik then kisses his amulet, closes his eyes slightly, raises his arms about waist high with his palms facing upward, but slightly toward each other and says a short prayer, "Oh Golden Guardian, if thy wilst, protect this fine dwarf from foe and self..." Pushing his hands outwards towards Chubby, a light glow begins to emerge as the Shield of Faith encircles the dwarf. He then continues his prayer, "And lend us your strength to face what may come," as he readies the Tentacle Rod to strike if the need arises.
Then, speaking to the team "We may have picked out a little too much this time, does anyone see a way around these... things?" He focuses on the beholders, prays for strength and guidance and seeks to intuit their motives to see if the party can somehow skirt the danger. (Insight: 18)
Hopefully
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Merlin's attack would connect easily, the creature seeming to not move, nor care to. As his blow lands, the creature explodes in a violent Death Burst, Volatile gas exploding from the creature, thousands of spore-like floaters expanding out from the center of the explosion.
Make a DC 15 CON save(With Advantage). On a failed save, you take 3d6 Poison damage (halved), and are Virulently infected, and will have 1d12+16 hours until you die. You will also suffer from being Poisoned Until you die.
Spores within Immo's Flame Saves: 5 -1 9 2 13 9 2
Seven more of them exploding in the same fashion as the first. Chubby, please roll an additional 7 DC 15 CON checks(Adv). Any failed ones, take 3d6 Poison damage(halved). And become virulently infected as described above, and subtract 1 hour from your 'hours to live' roll.
Orc Saves: 13 - 23 - 19 - 6 - 9 - 17 - 20 - 19
Orc Damage: 12 - 8 - 12. Hours to live: 22 - 3
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The remaining seven begin to lash out at chubby, each one attempting to push their tendrils through his skin, seemingly unconcerned with the rest of the group. Their eyes, whoever, watching the rest of the group despite seeming not to care about their existence.
Attack rolls: 1 - 12 - 12 - 13 - 13 - 12 - 5
all of their attacks failing to find purchase, simply skimming off of his armor.
The orc collapsing on the ground, seemingly too enervated to move.
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Chubby's CON saves:
14 17 21 23 11 19 20 21
That's two fails, for (3 + 8) / 2 = 11/2 = 6 poison damage.
Chubby is now virulently infected and has 19 hours to live.
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As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Against his better judgment Arthasis peaked around the corner keeping as much distance as possible between him and these creatures, so he could easily retreat if things turned sour. Even though he was prepared for the worst, the sight that presented itself to him left the warlock confused. If these things truly were beholders they shouldn’t die as easily. He tried to discern, which one of the assailants was smothering the orc with the most tentacles (Perception: 4). After taking an educated guess Arthasis put a Hex (Bonus Action / hexed Athletics) on his chosen target and hurled an Eldritch Blast at it, in an attempt to give the orc a chance to free himself. Attack: 25 Damage: 24
Another beholder explodes.
Chubby needs to make another Con save 15 DC or take the same damage as before, and subtract 1 hour from your life.
Orc Con Save: 5
Immo, and Evrik are up next, in that order.
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"Don't attack yet," Immotichey snaps at the warlock. "Let the dwaft get clear." To prevent any more of the creatures from exploding he moves his fiery orb straight up and back towards himself.
(Bonus Action: move flaming sphere)
(Holding action until Chubby runs away. Action will be produce flame.)
"The mighty dwarf can take it.", Arthasis scoffed, hoping the next time the dwarf would think twice before plunging them headlong into another mess.
ZombieChubbs CON save: 20
whew! success!
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"The warlock may be correct, one would expect a beholder to present much more of a challenge. What are we missing?" Evrik then looks closer to see if he can determine anything additional, but does not seem to discern any additional information. (Perception: 7)
"Chubby, get out of there, and let's handle this from a distance!" Evrik continues his focus on the protective shield around Chubby and waits for the Dwarf to get clear so that they can begin to attack from a safe distance.
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I’m not sure whose turn it is, but Chubby’s next move will be to get up and run back to where the rest of the group is currently standing. In the grand stands, watching the Chubby Show, no less.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
The rest of the beholder beings watch as Chubby starts to flee, and instead of pursuing, once again, they thrust thier tendrils into the flesh of the orc, starting to repeat what they had been doing before, this time, it was all of them.
The orc cries out in pain, managing to gargle out the words "Don't abandon me... please...." a plaintive hand shooting out, as if reaching for them.
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As Chubby runs up to the rest of the gang, he barely gets out between gasps for breath "fire....ball....those....bastards......."
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Arthasis watched Chubby get out of harm’s way while the creatures again focused their attention on the trapped Orc. The warlock knew that the helpless captive would not survive much more punishment. “Well, before I blast any more of these things, someone should probably heal him. Since if he ends up dead this whole exercise was for nothing.”, he said to the assembled group. He then readies another Eldritch Blast preparing to unleash it on the next target as soon as someone healed the orc. Attack: 21 Damage: 13
"I appreciate your point of view on this Arthasis, but if we heal the Orc now, while it is still in the grips of the beholder thing there, then it will only continue to be harmed. We need to neutralize the threat to the Orc and us all." With that, Evrik straightens his right arm out towards the beholder that is holding the orc. As his palm faces toward the beholder he whispers in an olde dwarvish tongue "Fly true and guide us all..." and a blue shimmer begins to leave Evrik's hands and then explodes into a Guiding Bolt straight towards the beholder. (Attack: 17 Damage: 15)
Pray and try as he might however, the bolt fails to fully materialize and fizzles out only a few feet from Evrik's fingers, leaving a slight hint of failure in the air around the area where he tried to harness the magic.
Evrik then looks to Chubby, "Don't worry my stout friend, we will find the cure to your ailments."
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The beholders beings redoubled their efforts. Eyes ever watching the group, as thier tendrils continued to work inside the orc. The orc became visibly more emaciated. Whatever the group is going to do should be done swiftly, the orc too weak now to even move.
Inside of chubby, he would feel hundreds of tiny 'things' moving inside him, flowing through his veins, as they passed, worts, pustules and darkening of his skin would follow, his health itself never seemed to fade, but it did make him retch all over the floor before him.
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Chubby’s puke comes out in volumes that would shock a cleric. And the smell? It would burn the nose hairs off a skeleton (and they don’t have nose hairs to begin with, so you get a sense of how raunchy it is).
After releasing the enormous volume of bile, Chubby stands back up straight, wipes his chin off with the sleeve of his clothes, and the unclasps the two throwing axes from his belt, ready to attack once again.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
(you can attack chub it's your turn, lol)
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