Chubby looks over to Immo, points at him, and yells "ATTACK, my friend, ATTACK!"
OOC: Chubby uses his battle master "Commander's Strike" attack action, which forgoes his own attack and allows Immo to immediately attack in his place. He expends a superiority dice, which adds 1 to Immo's damage from his attack.
Commander’s Strike When you take the Attack action on your turn, you can forgo one of your attacks and use a bonus action to direct an ally that can see and hear you to strike using its reaction, adding the superiority die to the damage roll.
He will then use his fighter class Action Surge feature, and throw one of his handaxes (@ disadvantage, due to the range) at a beholder: Attack: 7 Damage: 4.
Finally, he'l use a bonus action to use his fighter class Second Wind feature, healing himself for 5 hit points.
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"Well, if a dead orc is what you want.", Arthasis remarks casually before recasting Hex on another beholder and attacking it with an Eldritch Blast. Attack: 22 Damage: 9
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Two more beholder beings explode.
Orc Saves: 139
Orc Damage: 9
The orc is visibly near death, even one more explosion would likely kill him.
Chubby's second wind heals him, but also causes him to get an intensely agonizing cramp in that spot between his nutts and his thigh on both sides, followed immediately by more retching.
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"Are you going to be okay?" the concern clear in Immotichey's voice, as he dodges out of the way of the content of Chubby's stomach being retched up.
The lizardman turns his attention back to the orc being drained of its life by these strange creatures. There is much conflict with Immotichey, as there is no love lost between seeing the orc suffer, yet it could not would not be able to provide any information should it die. "If we want to save that thing we have to get it out of harm's way before destroying anymore creatures." With that runs up to within a couple of steps of the orc. He stops and then calls upon the spirits to heal the orc, hoping to return some of what these creatures are draining from it.
While saving an Orc was never really something Evrik planned to do, right now, that seemed to be the best path of action if the group was to have any chance of learning more about where they were and the path ahead. He looks over at Chubby with compassion but finding the dwarf to be quite resilient calmly says, "Hey buddy... I know things aren't looking great right now, bringing back memories of ale gone bad, but we'll get you fixed up in a moment. I'm sorry but you are going to have to push through it a wee bit longer. I need to help Immo get this damned Orc. Hang in there, I've not forgot you."
Evrik then grabs his amulet from around his neck, holds it up towards the heavens with his right hand while pointing towards Chubby with his left and says in his Dwarvish tongue, "I beseech thee Revered Mother, please heal this Orc lest this fine Dwarf here suffers for naught." (Channel Divinity: Preserve Life)
Channel Divinity: Preserve Life will provide 15 HP to the Orc. If the 15 puts the Orc over half of his HP, apply any remaining to Chubby if he is not at half.
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The orc seems to fill a bit more with life, enough energy in him to say "Blow the rest up, fast... if they put any more in me.. I'lll..." he trails off as he feels his newly regenerated cells exciting the beholder beings. All of them suddenly withdraw from the orc, their tendrils fusing around each-other as they all begin to float, entangled as a giant mass of four, floating like a sentient balloon towards the preist, shifting about 10 feet closer towards Evrik. Now being in front of Immotichey and the orc.
Chubby’s only action this round is to ready an attack with his remaining handaxe. If he sees that the beholder is about to attack Evrik, he’ll toss the axe at the monster, but otherwise he’ll hold off for now (knowing that he’s at a disadvantage with a ranged attack).
Arthasis would ready another Eldritch Blast waiting agitated for the lizardman and the orc to clear the blast radius of these creatures. Attack: 16 Damage: 10
"Come on! Get him out of there. We need to finish these things.", Arthasis exclaimed. These things couldn't be beholders given that they were dying like flies. They didn't have a clue what they were fighting and this could prove to be dangerous. He was getting nervous. This all could be some kind of distraction, while the real danger slowly crept up on them. Biding his time until the lizardman made it out of the blast range, the warlock scanned his sourrundings in search for any potential danger they had missed. Perception12
"Come on! Get up, you!" Immotichey growls at the orc. He steps forward and picks up the weakened creature and begins to drag it away from the spore creatures.
As the beholder blob continues toward the group, Evrik steps away from the rest of the party, but carefully stays as far away from the beholder as possible attempting to draw the beholder away from the others keeping them safely out of the splash zone. He then holds his right hand up and twitches it from side to side as if he were ringing a bell as he recites the words to invoke Toll the Dead. (WIS ST DC:12 Necrotic Damage: 2)
If the beholder to hit is missing any HP, the damage roll is 10.
Evrik moves north-westward away from both the group as much as it makes sense given everyone's current positions.
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Arthasis didn't notice anything out of the ordinary, perhaps the orc had just caught some very very bad luck in his choice of spots to be.
The orc barely seemed able to move. How would you fare if you had horrible vertigo, and what felt like 20 virulent diseases coursing through you for who knows how long, your limbs were weak, and someone demands you just 'get up'!
The beholder beings continue to fly forward in thier massive ball like form, wrinkly, and shrunken, with many hair-like tendrils flailing about if not hugging each other.
Following Evriks movements, they begin to fly up, over the fungal mushrooms, headign straight for him. They are now 10 feet in hte air, which puts them roughly 20 feet away from Immo, when suddenly one of the beholders beings hears bell like noise and tries to ascertain its source... Wis Save: 11
unable to resist, the beholder takes the damage, exploding, causing a chain reaction with them all exploding at once, from thier elevated place, toxic spores begin to slowly waft downward covering an area of fourty feet as the spores slowly descend.
If immo tries to get out of the blast radius, DC 10 Athletics
As you attempt to make sure you get away from the spores, you end up trippingover your own tail, with the orc in hand, falling flat on your breasts and face, one of them cushioning your fall a bit. the orc falling with you, grunting in pain. The spores descending around you. half your movement speed lost to get back up, meaning you can only move 7.5 feet if you pick him up.
You have a choice to make. Stay and get him out, or save yourself from being infected also.
Chubby, watching Immo get blanketed by the spores, suddenly throws up the remaining contents of his spleen (having already evacuated the contents of his stomach, large and small intestine, and kidneys over the previous few minutes).
The lizardman grunts as he hits the ground. He stares with a blank expression at the orc considering whether to try to continue to drag the orc along. With all ready one of their number infected he feels it best not to add another. He scrambles away as the fog of spores begins to descend upon him and the orc.
The spores continue to fall steadily, having no mind of thier own without a host, eventually settlign on the ground, several more burrowing into the orcs flesh, the rest squirming on the ground before seeming to disintegrate.
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As the poisonous spores slowly drift downward, Evrik moves quickly over to Chubby's side. "Sorry this took so long mate. Helluva liquid fountain display though I must say." Evrik then closely exams the large dwarf thoroughly being careful not to infect himself. (Medicine: 10) The illness looks like something Evrik recalls from his studies. "I believe this to be quite similar to another pustule-type infection that I came across in my readings. I think the gods may be with us good Dwarf." Evrik then leans in closer and lays his hands on Chubby's head as he recounts a prayer to Sharindlar, "Good Lady, giver of Life, have mercy on my brother warrior and use me as thine vessel to heal his ailments." He then focuses all of his energy through his palms into Chubby's flesh using Lesser Restoration to heal the disease.
After a few moments, Chubby's ailment seems to fade. a few spores even popping out of pus filled pustules only to disintegrate once reaching the ground.Chubby's color returned, and hmost of the visible damage done would fade, though it would take atleast a week to fully recover his dashing good looks. Evrik would notice as he worked on Chubby that the disease was not spreadable except through direct contact after a Beholder Being's explosion, or, being directly injected by a beholder being, any other exposure killed them quickly, the ones that had rained down only lived as long as they did by sheer luck.
The Orc-like being shaking, would shout to Evrik, his voice pathetically weak, but he spoke fluent common. Please.. if you have any power.. left... I've been trapped there for hours, Important mission.... Trade? The orcs face collapsed onto the ground, his breathing becoming more ragged every second now, he likely had minutes if not moment's to live.
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Seeing Chubby begin to recuperate, Evrik looks towards the Orc. "You guys watch my back" he whispers to Chubby and the rest. Then, rushing to the Orc's side, he says "Remain still and make no sudden movements, I will do what I can." Evrik then quickly examined the Orc, expecting the same disease that had infected the Dwarf. (Medicine: 9) Assuming that it was, he again asked for the blessings of the gods and placed his hands on the Orc's head while incanting Lesser Restoration.
Chubby looks over to Immo, points at him, and yells "ATTACK, my friend, ATTACK!"
OOC: Chubby uses his battle master "Commander's Strike" attack action, which forgoes his own attack and allows Immo to immediately attack in his place. He expends a superiority dice, which adds 1 to Immo's damage from his attack.
Commander’s Strike
When you take the Attack action on your turn, you can forgo one of your attacks and use a bonus action to direct an ally that can see and hear you to strike using its reaction, adding the superiority die to the damage roll.
He will then use his fighter class Action Surge feature, and throw one of his handaxes (@ disadvantage, due to the range) at a beholder: Attack: 7 Damage: 4.
Finally, he'l use a bonus action to use his fighter class Second Wind feature, healing himself for 5 hit points.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
"Well, if a dead orc is what you want.", Arthasis remarks casually before recasting Hex on another beholder and attacking it with an Eldritch Blast. Attack: 22 Damage: 9
Two more beholder beings explode.
Orc Saves: 13 9
Orc Damage: 9
The orc is visibly near death, even one more explosion would likely kill him.
Chubby's second wind heals him, but also causes him to get an intensely agonizing cramp in that spot between his nutts and his thigh on both sides, followed immediately by more retching.
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Chubby upchucks blue milk. Where the heck did he get blue milk? Did anyone see Uncle Owen pass through in the past day? Go figure.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
"Are you going to be okay?" the concern clear in Immotichey's voice, as he dodges out of the way of the content of Chubby's stomach being retched up.
The lizardman turns his attention back to the orc being drained of its life by these strange creatures. There is much conflict with Immotichey, as there is no love lost between seeing the orc suffer, yet it could not would not be able to provide any information should it die. "If we want to save that thing we have to get it out of harm's way before destroying anymore creatures." With that runs up to within a couple of steps of the orc. He stops and then calls upon the spirits to heal the orc, hoping to return some of what these creatures are draining from it.
Action: Dash
Bonus Action: Healin Word 6
While saving an Orc was never really something Evrik planned to do, right now, that seemed to be the best path of action if the group was to have any chance of learning more about where they were and the path ahead. He looks over at Chubby with compassion but finding the dwarf to be quite resilient calmly says, "Hey buddy... I know things aren't looking great right now, bringing back memories of ale gone bad, but we'll get you fixed up in a moment. I'm sorry but you are going to have to push through it a wee bit longer. I need to help Immo get this damned Orc. Hang in there, I've not forgot you."
Evrik then grabs his amulet from around his neck, holds it up towards the heavens with his right hand while pointing towards Chubby with his left and says in his Dwarvish tongue, "I beseech thee Revered Mother, please heal this Orc lest this fine Dwarf here suffers for naught." (Channel Divinity: Preserve Life)
Channel Divinity: Preserve Life will provide 15 HP to the Orc. If the 15 puts the Orc over half of his HP, apply any remaining to Chubby if he is not at half.
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The orc seems to fill a bit more with life, enough energy in him to say "Blow the rest up, fast... if they put any more in me.. I'lll..." he trails off as he feels his newly regenerated cells exciting the beholder beings. All of them suddenly withdraw from the orc, their tendrils fusing around each-other as they all begin to float, entangled as a giant mass of four, floating like a sentient balloon towards the preist, shifting about 10 feet closer towards Evrik. Now being in front of Immotichey and the orc.
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Chubby’s only action this round is to ready an attack with his remaining handaxe. If he sees that the beholder is about to attack Evrik, he’ll toss the axe at the monster, but otherwise he’ll hold off for now (knowing that he’s at a disadvantage with a ranged attack).
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Arthasis would ready another Eldritch Blast waiting agitated for the lizardman and the orc to clear the blast radius of these creatures. Attack: 16 Damage: 10
"Come on! Get him out of there. We need to finish these things.", Arthasis exclaimed. These things couldn't be beholders given that they were dying like flies. They didn't have a clue what they were fighting and this could prove to be dangerous. He was getting nervous. This all could be some kind of distraction, while the real danger slowly crept up on them. Biding his time until the lizardman made it out of the blast range, the warlock scanned his sourrundings in search for any potential danger they had missed. Perception 12
"Come on! Get up, you!" Immotichey growls at the orc. He steps forward and picks up the weakened creature and begins to drag it away from the spore creatures.
Action: Dashing away while pulling the orc away
As the beholder blob continues toward the group, Evrik steps away from the rest of the party, but carefully stays as far away from the beholder as possible attempting to draw the beholder away from the others keeping them safely out of the splash zone. He then holds his right hand up and twitches it from side to side as if he were ringing a bell as he recites the words to invoke Toll the Dead. (WIS ST DC:12 Necrotic Damage: 2)
If the beholder to hit is missing any HP, the damage roll is 10.
Evrik moves north-westward away from both the group as much as it makes sense given everyone's current positions.
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Arthasis didn't notice anything out of the ordinary, perhaps the orc had just caught some very very bad luck in his choice of spots to be.
The orc barely seemed able to move. How would you fare if you had horrible vertigo, and what felt like 20 virulent diseases coursing through you for who knows how long, your limbs were weak, and someone demands you just 'get up'!
The beholder beings continue to fly forward in thier massive ball like form, wrinkly, and shrunken, with many hair-like tendrils flailing about if not hugging each other.
Following Evriks movements, they begin to fly up, over the fungal mushrooms, headign straight for him. They are now 10 feet in hte air, which puts them roughly 20 feet away from Immo, when suddenly one of the beholders beings hears bell like noise and tries to ascertain its source... Wis Save: 11
unable to resist, the beholder takes the damage, exploding, causing a chain reaction with them all exploding at once, from thier elevated place, toxic spores begin to slowly waft downward covering an area of fourty feet as the spores slowly descend.
If immo tries to get out of the blast radius, DC 10 Athletics
Occassional Dungeon Master.
(Athletics 5)
As you attempt to make sure you get away from the spores, you end up trippingover your own tail, with the orc in hand, falling flat on your breasts and face, one of them cushioning your fall a bit. the orc falling with you, grunting in pain. The spores descending around you. half your movement speed lost to get back up, meaning you can only move 7.5 feet if you pick him up.
You have a choice to make. Stay and get him out, or save yourself from being infected also.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Chubby, watching Immo get blanketed by the spores, suddenly throws up the remaining contents of his spleen (having already evacuated the contents of his stomach, large and small intestine, and kidneys over the previous few minutes).
”Oh man, buddy, get outta there!”
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
The lizardman grunts as he hits the ground. He stares with a blank expression at the orc considering whether to try to continue to drag the orc along. With all ready one of their number infected he feels it best not to add another. He scrambles away as the fog of spores begins to descend upon him and the orc.
The spores continue to fall steadily, having no mind of thier own without a host, eventually settlign on the ground, several more burrowing into the orcs flesh, the rest squirming on the ground before seeming to disintegrate.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
As the poisonous spores slowly drift downward, Evrik moves quickly over to Chubby's side. "Sorry this took so long mate. Helluva liquid fountain display though I must say." Evrik then closely exams the large dwarf thoroughly being careful not to infect himself. (Medicine: 10) The illness looks like something Evrik recalls from his studies. "I believe this to be quite similar to another pustule-type infection that I came across in my readings. I think the gods may be with us good Dwarf." Evrik then leans in closer and lays his hands on Chubby's head as he recounts a prayer to Sharindlar, "Good Lady, giver of Life, have mercy on my brother warrior and use me as thine vessel to heal his ailments." He then focuses all of his energy through his palms into Chubby's flesh using Lesser Restoration to heal the disease.
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After a few moments, Chubby's ailment seems to fade. a few spores even popping out of pus filled pustules only to disintegrate once reaching the ground.Chubby's color returned, and hmost of the visible damage done would fade, though it would take atleast a week to fully recover his dashing good looks. Evrik would notice as he worked on Chubby that the disease was not spreadable except through direct contact after a Beholder Being's explosion, or, being directly injected by a beholder being, any other exposure killed them quickly, the ones that had rained down only lived as long as they did by sheer luck.
The Orc-like being shaking, would shout to Evrik, his voice pathetically weak, but he spoke fluent common. Please.. if you have any power.. left... I've been trapped there for hours, Important mission.... Trade? The orcs face collapsed onto the ground, his breathing becoming more ragged every second now, he likely had minutes if not moment's to live.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Seeing Chubby begin to recuperate, Evrik looks towards the Orc. "You guys watch my back" he whispers to Chubby and the rest. Then, rushing to the Orc's side, he says "Remain still and make no sudden movements, I will do what I can." Evrik then quickly examined the Orc, expecting the same disease that had infected the Dwarf. (Medicine: 9) Assuming that it was, he again asked for the blessings of the gods and placed his hands on the Orc's head while incanting Lesser Restoration.
Though not currently a member, seeking admission to the really long and important signature club. Please consider this as a current CV.
Other personalities... Burgee , The Colorless Knight, Fiorello, RW Goodbarrel, Dred, Evrik - Out of the Abyss & Dungeon of the Mad Mage
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