Tyranny of Dragons

1489 DR Year of the Warrior Princess

Autumn Sunset

Grassland amber hued with a few shrubs and trees holding on to the summer green though they too are beginning to be tinged with autumnal colors. The sun low on the horizon casting vermilion light blended with golden honey. Drifting by is a few clouds that seem like they too are heading to warmer climes. 

Cutting its way through the grassland is the Uldoon trail of pack dirt with sharp edges. It connects the eastern nations of the Dragon Coast to the western nations of the Sword Coast. The town of Greenest is the only decent sized town on the trail making it the regional trade stop. 

Before you is the town of Greenest a smattering of half-timbered homes with wood shingled pitched roofs laid out in an informal grid pattern culminating in a small keep of quarried stone with a winding stream to the south of it. 

This idyllic scene is shattered by the cries of pain and suffering as the town is engulfed with raiders killing indiscriminately and taking whatever they want. With family homes set ablaze. In the distance you see the town militia put up a valiant fight as they try to evacuate the townsfolk into the keep. To the north a mill made of wooden slats is surrounded by well armored mercenaries. Near the keep is a temple of Chauntea the goddess of bountiful harvests. With strange, cloaked figures piling wood around the doors. 

Leosin Erlanthar could be somewhere in this chaos. 

Please describe your character and what they do next. 

The figure that approaches is a dark one. His dark robe billows behind him as he rides into town on a black horse. The hands that hold the reins are cracked and mummified... clearly not hands of a living man.

He raises his head towards the chaos, and something stirs within him. Something strange. Powerful.

Fury.

Righteous fury against those who would dare to lay waste to the innocent. Who would set fires indiscriminately. Who would bring death before its time. Lord Akkron rides into the middle of the town in his full form, his skeletal face looking upon the scene with something between rage and disappointment. He knows there is no time to hide who or what he is... only time to call upon the forces of darkness to preserve the light of life.

Woe to you who would dare defile the innocence of this place, he announces, his voice booming across the town. Men of Greenest, rally and take heart! The dead come to aid you in your time of need!

He urges his black horse towards the temple, where the raiders are piling wood, preparing to engage in battle to protect the people of the town and their most holy place.

A few beleaguered militia folk look to Akkron wide eyed but willing to take any help they can get. 

Akkron as you ride onward you are waylaid by a band of kobolds near 2 homes 1 on fire and the other intact. 

4 kobolds - near

4 flying kobolds - far

All of them 15 ft apart from each other

1 kobold holding his head high with a large shield in one hand and a staff in the other - Far

9 kobolds in total

Combat Round 1

Akkron you are up first. Post when ready.

Akkron doesn't hesitate. He does not have time for kobolds.

He raises one mummified hand, his empty eyes fixed on the creatures blocking his path. 

Akkron casts Circle of Death, centering the spell to catch as many of the kobolds as possible while avoiding the militia and townsfolk. The spell creates a 60-foot-radius sphere, so it should hopefully encompass the kobolds clustered between near and far range.

Each creature caught in the sphere must make a DC 21 Constitution saving throw, taking 36 necrotic damage on a failed save, or half as much on a success.

The kobold with the staff quickly reacts and cast 

Counterspell as a reaction

Akkron - Roll Con Save DC 16

Con save: 26

(Advantage from Robe of the Archmagi)

The spell is not countered 

Kobold Con Saves 

9

10

20

8

22

17

8

9

3

The kobolds are hit by the dread spell with the kobold spellcaster perishing, but the rest still live bloodied. 

Akkron's empty eye sockets linger on the kobolds.

It seems that you are rather durable vermin, he says, preparing for their inevitable onslaught. But you will fall to my power before you can do any more harm to this town.

((OOC: I assume it is their turn now))

The ground kobolds rush in to attack with wicked blades 

GK 1 

Attack: 20 Damage: 7

Attack: 15 Damage: 8

GK 2

Pack Tactics - Advantage on attacks when 1 ally in close range with target

Attack: 27 Damage: 5

Attack: 28 Damage: 13

GK 3

Pack Tactics

Attack: 21 Damage: 8

Attack: 21 Damage: 10

GK 4

Pack Tactics 

Attack: 24 Damage: 5

Attack: 28 Damage: 9

Flying Kobolds move to Near range and bombard Akkron with elemental spittle

FK 1

Pack Tactics

Acid

Attack: 17 Damage: 6 

FK 2

Pact Tactics

Cold

Attack: 16 Damage: 7

FK 3

Pack Tactics

Fire

Attack: 14 Damage: 6

FK 4

Pack Tactics

Lightning 

Attack: 24 Damage: 8

Round 2

Akkron's Turn. Post when able. 

Akkron uses his reaction on the first attack that hits to cast Shield, but several attacks still get through.

5 + 13 + 5 + 9 + 8 = 40 damage

As they've all rushed in closer, Akkron unleashes a Cone of Cold on them. The 60-ft cone should be able to hit all of them. They must make a DC 21 Con save or take 35 Cold damage. Half damage on a success.

Kobolds Con Save

6

23

11

18

18

24

17

24

Quote from Weathervision >>

Kobolds Con Save

6

23

11

13

12

15

14

24

Akkron casts Silvery Barbs on the one Con save that succeeded, forcing the kobold to re-roll

The blast of winter itself envelopes the kobolds with a deep frost causing icicles to form on their bodies. The flying kobolds crash into the ground and shatter like broken glass save for 1 that lived just long enough for a flap or 2 of its leathery wings before dying. The kobolds on the ground seem to have frozen deathly still statues with also 1 stubborn kobold who raises its blade intent on stabbing Akkron only for it to collapse with its blade clattering onto the town road. 

End of Combat. 

Even those that passed had so very little life left in them.

Akkron regains 10 HP via Grim Harvest from the mass-slaughter of the kobolds.

He turns his attention back to the church... how many robed figures are currently piling kindling, and approximately how far away are they?

2 robed figures that you can see from where you are beyond Distant range. You might want to move closer. 

Akkron spurs his horse on, approaching the figures. As he gets nearer, he calls out to them with fury. His voice echoes through his skull unnaturally, brimming with power.

Desecrate the temple and it will be the last thing either of you do!

As Akkron rounds the corner you see 5 strange, cloaked figures in front of the temple. With them are 2 large scaled lizards. The 2 that were loading the wood step back. One of them looks at Akkron and in load tone says "That is a funny thing to say for one who is undead. Do not get in our way. You have been warned" 

The others begin to fan out