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Impacted by what has happened to Mar, Aleyd's eyes dash to the kitchen door in the back. "I... I sent them there. I have to protect Imizael. We have to shelter the civilians!" Aleyd then dashes around the counter and to the kitchen door {K-16}, standing guard there for now but showing her intention to go through the door next.
While the Black Fist Captain moves, Raist releases his [spell]Scorching Ray;prepared rays[/spells] at the giant who appeared around the corner. All three rays find their mark, and the giant grunts in pain three distinct times. (Green-scaled two-headed giant {S-11,T-12} takes 19 fire damage.)
The elven wizard then keeps his target guessing by launching the opposite element at him next. This second spell also finds its mark, both when the projectile hits and when it shatters. (Green-scaled two-headed giant {S-11,T-12} takes 9 cold damage.)
The civilians that are closest to the giant, despite being beyond the spells' range, still fall to the ground in a fearful reaction to the sudden cold explosion. They go prone, losing precious seconds in their vital escape.
Raist goes outside and finds some cover around the corner {Q-23}. A whistle and a pointing finger from one of the hobgoblins are enough to send the nearby drake in pursuit of the spellcasting elf. Like a hound, the drake moves closer to Raist with hunting intent {U-19}.
The civilians in the street scramble to find safety. Some are more successful than others.
(OOC: It looks like my post#94 was cut off at the end. I had posted how the man in robes used a spell on himself, but that somehow got lost in the Forum ether. So, let me confirm here that the spell is in place.)
NOTE: The rectangle with a red symbol behind the Giant represents the wagon that he is pulling. Markoth shows in the map in the token marked with a white border but he is not in the initiative order.
Judging Villonah's injuries as putting her in the most precarious situation, the two hobgoblins share a nod and focus their next attacks on her. One of them spares a glance around the corner and requests: "Farvnik, HELP!" He then shoots arrows, the other uses his greatsword:
-> Longbow vs. Villonah: Attack: 24 Damage: 10 (on a hit, there is an additional 4 of damage; with another 5 if it is a crit.)
-> Longbow vs. Villonah: Attack: 24 Damage: 11 (on a hit, there is an additional 5 of damage; with another 4 if it is a crit.)
-> Greatsword vs. Villonah: Attack: 23 Damage: 11 (on a hit, there is an additional 3 of damage; with another 2 if it is a crit.)
-> Greatsword vs. Villonah: Attack: 22 Damage: 11 (on a hit, there is an additional 2 of damage; with another 1 if it is a crit.)
Both Doozey's and Biscuit's eyes first narrow in suspicion, then widen from an epiphany that comes all too late. And while one desperately tries to yell and draw attention away from Villonah, the other frantically shifted his posture in a bid to keep her safe. But it is all for naught.
"NO!"Doozey can only but cry out with tears already brimming in the corner of his eyes and scimitar dropped as he tried to lunge for the falling gnome. as he could do nothing but watch as Villonah began slipping from Biscuit back. Before she can even touch the ground or the hobgoblin can complete a follow-up stroke of the blade, Biscuit lets out a haunting howl as something in him snaps free.
Restraint.
Although he pretended otherwise, it took conscious effort for the mastiff to maintain the glamour that allowed him to pretend he was still just a tundra mastiff. To cling to an identity that has since been warped by one ranger's effort to bond and provide succor for Biscuit's ailing heart and soul from too many resurrections. At times he slipped up, of course. Almost every time he'd enter battle ground had to be given to focus on protecting those he cared for. But even then, he clung to his old identity in keeping to a four legged form.
But no more. As he felt the weight upon his back lighten, his thoughts narrowed down to one simple concept: Protect. Time "resumes" as Biscuit dissolves into a mass of whirling vines and branches, drawing Villonah in and shielding her for those precious few seconds. Hobgoblin blade completes its arc smashing into the mass, eliciting a tortured yelp and shocking Biscuit into a rough facsimile of a canine form. Though one who's neck and back leaked sap from bladed shredded greenery, and an arm unnatural coiled and clutching a certain gnome to his chest.
"Ruh.... Roof... Riscuif... Rofecc!"Biscuit growled out as he glared defiantly at the hobgoblin with his many new eyes.
(See Discord for image of Biscuit's current form)
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DEX (DC 17): Dice rolls not yet available for this section.
Impacted by what has happened to Mar, Aleyd's eyes dash to the kitchen door in the back. "I... I sent them there. I have to protect Imizael. We have to shelter the civilians!" Aleyd then dashes around the counter and to the kitchen door {K-16}, standing guard there for now but showing her intention to go through the door next.
While the Black Fist Captain moves, Raist releases his [spell]Scorching Ray;prepared rays[/spells] at the giant who appeared around the corner. All three rays find their mark, and the giant grunts in pain three distinct times. (Green-scaled two-headed giant {S-11,T-12} takes 19 fire damage.)
The elven wizard then keeps his target guessing by launching the opposite element at him next. This second spell also finds its mark, both when the projectile hits and when it shatters. (Green-scaled two-headed giant {S-11,T-12} takes 9 cold damage.)
The civilians that are closest to the giant, despite being beyond the spells' range, still fall to the ground in a fearful reaction to the sudden cold explosion. They go prone, losing precious seconds in their vital escape.
Raist goes outside and finds some cover around the corner {Q-23}. A whistle and a pointing finger from one of the hobgoblins are enough to send the nearby drake in pursuit of the spellcasting elf. Like a hound, the drake moves closer to Raist with hunting intent {U-19}.
The civilians in the street scramble to find safety. Some are more successful than others.
(OOC: It looks like my post#94 was cut off at the end. I had posted how the man in robes used a spell on himself, but that somehow got lost in the Forum ether. So, let me confirm here that the spell is in place.)
END OF INITIATIVE ROUND 1
(Hobgoblins are up next.)
Judging Villonah's injuries as putting her in the most precarious situation, the two hobgoblins share a nod and focus their next attacks on her. One of them spares a glance around the corner and requests: "Farvnik, HELP!" He then shoots arrows, the other uses his greatsword:
-> Longbow vs. Villonah: Attack: 24 Damage: 10 (on a hit, there is an additional 4 of damage; with another 5 if it is a crit.)
-> Longbow vs. Villonah: Attack: 24 Damage: 11 (on a hit, there is an additional 5 of damage; with another 4 if it is a crit.)
-> Greatsword vs. Villonah: Attack: 23 Damage: 11 (on a hit, there is an additional 3 of damage; with another 2 if it is a crit.)
-> Greatsword vs. Villonah: Attack: 22 Damage: 11 (on a hit, there is an additional 2 of damage; with another 1 if it is a crit.)
Both Doozey's and Biscuit's eyes first narrow in suspicion, then widen from an epiphany that comes all too late. And while one desperately tries to yell and draw attention away from Villonah, the other frantically shifted his posture in a bid to keep her safe. But it is all for naught.
"NO!" Doozey can only but cry out with tears already brimming in the corner of his eyes and scimitar dropped as he tried to lunge for the falling gnome. as he could do nothing but watch as Villonah began slipping from Biscuit back. Before she can even touch the ground or the hobgoblin can complete a follow-up stroke of the blade, Biscuit lets out a haunting howl as something in him snaps free.
Restraint.
Although he pretended otherwise, it took conscious effort for the mastiff to maintain the glamour that allowed him to pretend he was still just a tundra mastiff. To cling to an identity that has since been warped by one ranger's effort to bond and provide succor for Biscuit's ailing heart and soul from too many resurrections. At times he slipped up, of course. Almost every time he'd enter battle ground had to be given to focus on protecting those he cared for. But even then, he clung to his old identity in keeping to a four legged form.
But no more. As he felt the weight upon his back lighten, his thoughts narrowed down to one simple concept: Protect. Time "resumes" as Biscuit dissolves into a mass of whirling vines and branches, drawing Villonah in and shielding her for those precious few seconds. Hobgoblin blade completes its arc smashing into the mass, eliciting a tortured yelp and shocking Biscuit into a rough facsimile of a canine form. Though one who's neck and back leaked sap from bladed shredded greenery, and an arm unnatural coiled and clutching a certain gnome to his chest.
"Ruh.... Roof... Riscuif... Rofecc!" Biscuit growled out as he glared defiantly at the hobgoblin with his many new eyes.
(See Discord for image of Biscuit's current form)
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.