Hoard of the Dragon Queen [IC. 2014 rules]

At the last possible moment, the kobold ducks and Montar's weapon barely misses its scaly head. The other two kobolds begin screaming as they see this unfold. Making a sound that resembles cackling, the creature tries to find a weak spot in the dwarf's armour and stab him with a dagger, visibly feeling braver by the proximity of its companions. Attack: 22 Damage: 4

Over to Draylin and Tam.

Tam moves to take cover behind the barrel (move to the bottom of the map) and fires off a crossbow bolt at kobold 3. She trips on her way to the barrel, however, and the shot goes wide. After her embarrassing attack, she tries to hide behind the barrel. 

[7 to hit, blah. Cunning action to hide got a 10 stealth]

Draylin

The monk was rapidly developing a well founded dislike of kobolds.  The wicked little beasts were cruel, but cunning, attacking like a pack of wolves.  Well, the dead ones won't attack like a pack of anything he though to himself as his blade seemed to materialize in his hand.

He pushes into the fray striking at the kobold in front of him.  ***attack short sword 25 damage 8 piercing***  With the blade still buried in the monster's chest Draylin drifts a half step north and delivers a round house kick at the next kobold's head.  ***attack unarmed strike 17 damage 5 bludgeoning***

Thistlewick stays in place a moment as he watches Montar and Draylin's attacks.  He gives a nod of approval as he steps forward toward Kobold1 -- letting his Halo of Spores drift over the creature.   

4 pt necrotic dmg ( save vs CON 13 )

 Moving into combat range, 'Wick takes a mighty swing with his shillelagh (club)  -

To Hit: 23      Dmg:  9 pt bludgeoning

While Tam's shot doesn't find a mark, Thistlewick and Draylin quickly dispose of the three kobolds, just as Escobert rushes towards the ambush drake and swings his flail at the creature's head. Attack: 22 Damage: 10

Behind it, the two acolytes join the first one in chanting the spell and you all notice that the ambush drake appears to grow bigger. With the red-haired dwarf so close now, the creature roars and attempts to bite. Attack: 23 Damage: 6

Back to the party turns, all three kobolds are now dead. 

As the enemy's arcane chants grow louder, Thistlewick speaks a phrase, snaps his finger and points.     Chill Touch
A skeletal, translucent hand materializes from the inky shadows and clamps tightly over the foe's mouth. The dark energy seeps into their very soul, leaving a dusting of frost on their skin. Their chanting instantly turns into a strangled gasp as the chill cuts them off from any restorative magic they might try to channel.  (Acolyte 3)

To Hit: 14   Dmg: 1 pt necrotic

(Bonus Action)  Wick extends his off-hand toward his red bearded comrade. Muttering a word of power - a brilliant, warm bead of radiant light darts across the battlefield and blossoms over our friend.   Healing Word    7 pts healed   

The gentle, soothing energy knits their flesh back together and washes the fatigue from their weary eyes, restoring their strength just in the nick of time.

Frustrated by his earlier miss and the injury he consequently suffered, Montar strides with purpose up to the ambush drake. Drawing back his stone maul, he pictures the beast as an anvil and strikes with nearly two century's practice. This time his aim is true, and he connects squarely with the drake's skull (Atk: 26 (nat 20)), shattering bone (Dmg: 19).

Draylin 

The young monk watches the kobold slide off of his blade, collapsing into a puddle on the ground.  With the ambush drake being handled by a pair of capable dwarves, Draylin turned his attention to the casters in the rear.

With a quick burst of speed, Draylin was in acolyte 3's face, crimson dripping short sword leading the way.  ***attack short sword 10 damage 6 piercing***  Displeased its the quality of of his attack, the monk summoned focus forged by countless hours of training and unleashed multiple unarmed strikes.  ***B/A flurry of blows attack A3 8 - attack A3 15 damage 6 bludgeoning- A3 DEX save DC 13 or prone***

Tam fires a bolt at Acolyte 2, hoping to do some good in this fight. She ducks back down behind the barrel before she sees if her bolt strikes.

[13 to hit. If that hits, 2 damage. If I can get sneak attack, an additional 8 damage. Will use bonus action either to hide or to use insightfiul fighting to get sneak attack. That roll is a nat 20, so 25 insight opposed by Acolyte 2's Deception or a 23 Stealth roll to hide if I either missed or didn't need the insightful fighting roll]

Montar lands a devastating blow at the ambush drake. The sound of broken bone echoes in his ears, and the beast looks really rough now, but it still tries to take a bite at Escobert, albeit with less ferocity than before. Attack: 8 Damage: 3

A few feet away, Draylin's shortsword cuts the air into an arc towards the enemy that Thistlewick's necrotic magic had distracted. The acolyte manages to swerve so her arm takes the brunt of the attack. She leans back, avoiding the first of the monk's fist attacks but the second finds her throat, breaking her windpipe. She falls to the ground and soon chokes to death, her skin covered in the frosting of the druid's chill touch. 

As this unfolds, Tam's bolt hits the second acolyte in the chest, and he stumbles back, falling heavily on his butt. By the fast-spreading crimson puddle around him, it is clear he won't be getting back up.

The remaining acolyte casts Cure Wounds at the Ambush drake, healing the creature for 3. 
"Not on my watch!" Escobert yells as he tries another attack at the drake. Attack: 13 Damage: 10

The ambush drake misses Escobert's hand and roars as the dwarf lands another heavy hit on it. It is very clearly on death's door. 

The last acolyte is still healthy. 

Montar takes another swing at the ambush drake, hoping to put it down for good (Atk 13; dam 9).

And that attack is enough to finish the drake.

Only the last acolyte remains. 

Thistlewick again casts Chill Touch on the last acolyte to at least slow them down so the others can finish them off.

To Hit:  18       Dmg 6 pt necrotic

The air grows brittle. Where the zealot's vocal cords strain to project a crescendo of divine or arcane syllables,  'Wick's chilly spell strikes like the sudden plunge of a winter gale.  The chanting shatters into a gasped, frozen breath. A frostbite-like grey quickly spreads across the acolyte's skin, sapping their vitality and sealing their lips in a sudden, icy stillness.  

And the spectral hand stays clamped onto the acolyte -- firmly clamping down on that juncture between shoulder and neck.

Tam shoots a crossbow bolt at the acolyte.

[10 to hit. Doubt that hits. 7 damage + 9 sneak attack if it does]

The acolyte begins shaking, her hands clawing at her neck. Her skin grows paler and paler and suddenly her eyes go wide as Tam's bolt hits her. With Thistlewick's magic draining her vitality, she soon crumples to the ground, motionless and grey. 

Combat over.

Escobert wipes a hand across his brow. "That would teach these bastards," he gives the ambush drake's body a solid kick then hurries towards the outside gate. A grim expression settles on his face as he inspects the shattered wood and the broken masonry. "Ah... this would need to be repaired quickly, before more foes storm the keep."