"Ohhh, that ain't good." Biggs mutter watching Eldreth fall. Biggs risks a glance back next. Seeing the dire state of things, the bugbear did the only thing he could think to do. He puts away his glaive, places Eldreth onto a shoulder, and calls out as he rushes around towards the edge of the darkness. "Healer! I need healer! Tiny Tot is down!"He claims. Uncertain of any of the healer's being able to do their job in the darkness, Biggs stops at the edge for one to come out. The whole time Wedge clings to dear life on the back of his helmeted head.
(Between putting away his weapon and picking up Eldreth, I do not think Biggs had an 'Action' left to disengage or do anything else. But if allowed to, he'll at least don his shield as he rushes around one gnoll, risking an opportunity attack.)
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Hearing Bigz call for help, Evrik knew things were bad. He knew help was needed beyond this plane. Placing his amulet between his palms, he kneels and begins s to chant, "Lady of life and mercy, hear my plea. Save these souls, these souls to do thy will, these souls to lift the dwarven race, these souls that need thy love." And as the words are spoken, the spirit of Sharindlar seeks the life force of Eldreth and I'mmotichey providing them each with new found strength. (Channel Divinity - Preserve Life - 13hp for Immo, 12hp for Eldreth)
Chubby will step out of the darkness and survey the lay of the land. When he notices Eldrith hurt on the ground, he’ll run over and pick her up, carrying her back with her into the safety of the darkness.
As Sharindlar presents her healing powers to the group, Evrik says a prayer of Thanksgiving for the blessings bestowed and the courage and steadfastness of his fellow travelers.
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As Chubby runs back to the darkness area, Eldrith in tow, he calls out to the rest of the crew “It’s time to eat a stuffed waterfowl and sit around a wooden table and give thanks for full bellies and full hearts!”
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Lith continues running, having sheathed her twinblades, she was haltingly moving trying to make sure the group didn't fall too far apart. She really didn't hold a care for any of them, including crispy, though crispy was 'growing' on her. Come on! she shouted quietly (lol) If we can lose most of them perhaps we can funnel them or evade them. Keep running. Abandon the stragglers. she said flatly, coldly.
the newer gnolls starting to pursue as the group melded into the darkness. It would provide temporary cover, but the gnolls knew the area, so even blind they'd know there was only a slight turn there and would be in hot pursuit soon. Eldreth, despite the amount healed, was still unconscious, but healthy. However she was taking bleed damage from the arrow still lodged in her heart. 2.
Hemeth following suit, feeling that if things kept going, the group would end up dead. Aye! RUN, Git away from the hounds, the Silken Paths are ahead this way, if we can make it there.. we might just make it out. Take a right at the fork!
"Thank you," Immotichey calls to the cleric after being bolstered by his divine healing. He then speaks a quick word that causes his natural magic to help some more of the wounds that he has sustained to close (BA: Healing Word 5). Noticiing the plan to retreat, the druid decides that something more fleet of foot is called. The lizardman goes down to all four as once again his body goes completely black, except for a checkered pattern running down his back, and transforms into a panther. He then runs off after the drow and their duergar guide.
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The only person remaining in the midst was Bigz, and as he was the only target within easy reach, the 2nd pack dove on him. Arrows flying from multiple directions.
Attacks from Gnolls H through M all fly at him.
Attack: 16 Damage: 9
Attack: 21 Damage: 6
Attack: 21 Damage: 6
Attack: 22 Damage: 12
Attack: 19 Damage: 12
Attack: 8 Damage: 11
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every single one flying past or reflecting off of his 'armor' spell, the last one's bow snapping in his face, lacerating it, dealign 1 damage to him, and making his bow useless. He then charges at Bigz, drawing his spear.
The panther looks back to make sure the remaining group members make it safely. It shakes its head in disbelief at the bugbear's amazing luck in avoiding all the arrows.
For a bugbear his size, Mr. Bigz proved to be a rather nimble fella. He ducked, dipped, dive, dodged, and practically danced around swarming gnolls until he was nearly red in his furry face. Not that any could see past the helmet. The one arrow came close enough scratch the paint the job of his mail. Acting quickly, Biggs takes out his Chip, and starts whipping it around in these big, exaggerated motions. With every pass he appears to come dangerously close to clipping a few of the gnolls. Soon, bolts of arcane energy starts visibly dancing from his surface of his weapon.
"Cast in the name of O! Ye. NOT. GUIL--" Mid-swing meant to goad them into a second's worth of hesitation, Biggs disengages and races closer to the others/to going "PSYCH!"
Evrik pushes his eyeballs back into his head after they had jumped out of his skull while witnessing Bigz avoid even the tiniest scratch after such an onslaught. His ability to maneuver through the smallest space while avoiding each arrow was like walking through a downpour between raindrops. As the group began to amass together, he touched his amulet, spoke a few soft words then made as small gesture with his right hand to three of his companions as he aids each of them. Casting the spell first towards Crispy, then towards Immotichey, and last but not least, Mr. Bigz.
Aid gives Crispy, Immo, and Bigz each 5 HP and adds 5 HP to their max for the next 8 hours.
(ugh, I'll work on it just before my pc reset XD lol)
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"Ohhh, that ain't good." Biggs mutter watching Eldreth fall. Biggs risks a glance back next. Seeing the dire state of things, the bugbear did the only thing he could think to do. He puts away his glaive, places Eldreth onto a shoulder, and calls out as he rushes around towards the edge of the darkness. "Healer! I need healer! Tiny Tot is down!" He claims. Uncertain of any of the healer's being able to do their job in the darkness, Biggs stops at the edge for one to come out. The whole time Wedge clings to dear life on the back of his helmeted head.
(Between putting away his weapon and picking up Eldreth, I do not think Biggs had an 'Action' left to disengage or do anything else. But if allowed to, he'll at least don his shield as he rushes around one gnoll, risking an opportunity attack.)
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Vogan - [Goliath-Hill]Bard - ???(A Dungeon-Delving Campaign Group C)
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(evrik, cripy, then chubby, you're up)
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Hearing Bigz call for help, Evrik knew things were bad. He knew help was needed beyond this plane. Placing his amulet between his palms, he kneels and begins s to chant, "Lady of life and mercy, hear my plea. Save these souls, these souls to do thy will, these souls to lift the dwarven race, these souls that need thy love." And as the words are spoken, the spirit of Sharindlar seeks the life force of Eldreth and I'mmotichey providing them each with new found strength. (Channel Divinity - Preserve Life - 13hp for Immo, 12hp for Eldreth)
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I attack any gnoll alive in the darkness on your map.
Main Attack: 17 Damage: 7
Offhand Attack: 19 Damage: 5
Sneak 10
"Die, you dog faced mother ****er! YAAA!"
Chubby will step out of the darkness and survey the lay of the land. When he notices Eldrith hurt on the ground, he’ll run over and pick her up, carrying her back with her into the safety of the darkness.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
(Biggs was already carrying her, but he'd pass her off to the chubster if he motions for her)
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As Sharindlar presents her healing powers to the group, Evrik says a prayer of Thanksgiving for the blessings bestowed and the courage and steadfastness of his fellow travelers.
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As another Gnoll drops to her blades, Crispy looks down, and winks, giving her future masters a quick word of Thanksgiving as well.
As Chubby runs back to the darkness area, Eldrith in tow, he calls out to the rest of the crew “It’s time to eat a stuffed waterfowl and sit around a wooden table and give thanks for full bellies and full hearts!”
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Lith continues running, having sheathed her twinblades, she was haltingly moving trying to make sure the group didn't fall too far apart. She really didn't hold a care for any of them, including crispy, though crispy was 'growing' on her. Come on! she shouted quietly (lol) If we can lose most of them perhaps we can funnel them or evade them. Keep running. Abandon the stragglers. she said flatly, coldly.
the newer gnolls starting to pursue as the group melded into the darkness. It would provide temporary cover, but the gnolls knew the area, so even blind they'd know there was only a slight turn there and would be in hot pursuit soon. Eldreth, despite the amount healed, was still unconscious, but healthy. However she was taking bleed damage from the arrow still lodged in her heart. 2.
Hemeth following suit, feeling that if things kept going, the group would end up dead. Aye! RUN, Git away from the hounds, the Silken Paths are ahead this way, if we can make it there.. we might just make it out. Take a right at the fork!
Immotichey is up
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"Thank you," Immotichey calls to the cleric after being bolstered by his divine healing. He then speaks a quick word that causes his natural magic to help some more of the wounds that he has sustained to close (BA: Healing Word 5). Noticiing the plan to retreat, the druid decides that something more fleet of foot is called. The lizardman goes down to all four as once again his body goes completely black, except for a checkered pattern running down his back, and transforms into a panther. He then runs off after the drow and their duergar guide.
The only person remaining in the midst was Bigz, and as he was the only target within easy reach, the 2nd pack dove on him. Arrows flying from multiple directions.
Attacks from Gnolls H through M all fly at him.
Attack: 16 Damage: 9
Attack: 21 Damage: 6
Attack: 21 Damage: 6
Attack: 22 Damage: 12
Attack: 19 Damage: 12
Attack: 8 Damage: 11
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every single one flying past or reflecting off of his 'armor' spell, the last one's bow snapping in his face, lacerating it, dealign 1 damage to him, and making his bow useless. He then charges at Bigz, drawing his spear.
Bigz<--
Evrik
Crispy
Chubby
Lith
Gnolls 1
Hemeth
Eldreth
Immotichey
2nd Gnoll Packs
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The panther looks back to make sure the remaining group members make it safely. It shakes its head in disbelief at the bugbear's amazing luck in avoiding all the arrows.
For a bugbear his size, Mr. Bigz proved to be a rather nimble fella. He ducked, dipped, dive, dodged, and practically danced around swarming gnolls until he was nearly red in his furry face. Not that any could see past the helmet. The one arrow came close enough scratch the paint the job of his mail. Acting quickly, Biggs takes out his Chip, and starts whipping it around in these big, exaggerated motions. With every pass he appears to come dangerously close to clipping a few of the gnolls. Soon, bolts of arcane energy starts visibly dancing from his surface of his weapon.
"Cast in the name of O! Ye. NOT. GUIL--" Mid-swing meant to goad them into a second's worth of hesitation, Biggs disengages and races closer to the others/to going "PSYCH!"
Biggs Action: Disengage.
Movement: Full 30ft closer to the rest of the party.
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Vogan - [Goliath-Hill]Bard - ???(A Dungeon-Delving Campaign Group C)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Warlock - Archfey
(evrik, crispy, chubby)
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Evrik pushes his eyeballs back into his head after they had jumped out of his skull while witnessing Bigz avoid even the tiniest scratch after such an onslaught. His ability to maneuver through the smallest space while avoiding each arrow was like walking through a downpour between raindrops. As the group began to amass together, he touched his amulet, spoke a few soft words then made as small gesture with his right hand to three of his companions as he aids each of them. Casting the spell first towards Crispy, then towards Immotichey, and last but not least, Mr. Bigz.
Aid gives Crispy, Immo, and Bigz each 5 HP and adds 5 HP to their max for the next 8 hours.
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Booyeah!
"Let's get out of here!" Crispy screams, tactically retreating to fight another day. "Come on!" She yells at everyone, including Lith.
I disengage and get the hell outta there, and/or stealth.
Engage cloaking device: 22