Ironwall: I'm reading online that natural 20's are only critical as attacks, otherwise just a high roll that still takes negative modifiers unfortunately.
Ironwall: I'm reading online that natural 20's are only critical as attacks, otherwise just a high roll that still takes negative modifiers unfortunately.
Everybody is standing around the tavern area outside, witnessing a Shadow Dragon soar through the sky and away into the thunderous clouds of the night. Kyu, a strange Eladrin wizard with lots of spirit, has fallen into a poison coma and is paralyzed. He needs healing if anybody is skilled with it. You may all take the time to introduce yourselves to one another if that has not been done yet, and perhaps this is a good spot to make a shelter and take a rest?
Vappa's grip unconsciously loosens and he drops his short sword. He couldn't describe it. He was sure he had gone crazy. The moon was in the sky just a second ago. And now...now everything felt wrong. Vappa looked back to see a towering Goliath, and immediately went into a defensive position, snatching his blade from the ground and holding it taught. Even if everything else didn't make sense, he recognized a threat when he saw one.
Still perplexed by the sudden events happening without his notice, Barxik remembers his oath as he begins to rush towards the fallen Eladrin and lays his hands to heal his wounds just enough for him to be stable and conscious.
Lay on Hands: 1 HP
Missed a big fight.
"At least he is fine for the time being."
The tiefling carries the paralyzed eladrin back to the tavern and shouts hoping for the barkeep to hear as he dashes upstairs.
Kyu, opens his eyes just in time to catch the shadow dragon just before it moves out of view. He then looks up at the paladin and blinks a bit which you may take to mean, “hey, thanks for the help!” Then I start to ask myself some really hard questions. “I wonder if I got more spiders than that really big guy? Does that still count even though I got knocked out and currently paralyzed?”
Ironwall: This lizard man looks ready to pounce. I relax first, sheathing my axe and shield. I hold up my hands, which admittedly can be weapons in their own right. "I am no threat to you, Lizard-man. Unless that is your wish. I am Ironwall."
I have been living in Bittborg for some time already, staying with a local acolyte and performing healing services. After a frantic rush to tend to the guards and commoners wounded in the attack most of my healing magic has been spent, but that doesn't mean my work is done. There will be ample time to fret about shadowy dragons and missing moons, but right now I have a job to do. I enter the tavern.
Vappa holds his stance for a few moments longer, not taking his eyes away from the Goliath's. He had heard of these people from the swamps, one of them makes six Lizardfolk easily. No doubt this one is dangerous, but he doesn't seem as bloodthirsty as the stories. Vappa relaxes his stance, blade still held taught, and looked around. "...Prey fled...back to shadows...", his common was broken and raspy, still dumbfounded by the situation at hand.
Barxik shows a relieved sigh as he sees someone more capable in the arts of healing.
"There is someone in need right here."
He slowly puts down the paralyzed Eladrin to the tavern's floor and rolls up his vestments to be used as a makeshift pillow. He the talks to the healer as he explains what happened.
"He was both unconscious and poisoned when I saw him outside. Unfortunately, with my current abilities I can only heal him back to consciousness. The poison afflicting him as he was bitten by the giant spiders prevents him from moving."
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Ironwall: "We may have bigger problems," I say, looking to the sky. "This town is cursed by more than a trouble-making elf."
I remember the elf caster that exploded one of the spiders. Impulsively, I turn look down the street to the tavern. It is suspiciously quiet there. The whole street is quiet now. "We had best get out of the street," I say and stride back to the tavern.
An armored demon-man and human are bent over the elf inside the tavern. I am filled instantly with regret. "I am sorry, elf," I say out loud, mostly to myself. "I chose poorly. I should not have left you alone."
Vappa glances back to the the Goliath as he goes back into the tavern, then looked up into the sky. The rolling black clouds did not feel like normal weather, and that mixed with the silence on the ground made him feel uncomfortable. If this place was cursed, then he'd be for anything to get him out. Vappa turns on his heel and follows Ironwall back to the tavern.
Seeing the wounded Elf at the Paladin's feet I move over to assess the situation.
Medicine: 23
"Well, his wounds are closed but there doesn't seem to be anything we can do to remove the poison at this stage. Once we can be sure the streets are safe I will need two of you to search for a bottle of antitoxin. There's an apothecary across town that might have something. Until then the best we can do is to keep him calm to slow the poison's spread.
I sit down beside him and start talking in a kind and confident voice.
"Your friend has patched up the wound and you are well guarded. I know it's uncomfortable but the poison will run its course and you'll be walking again within the hour."
Rally: grants 8 temporary HP
This is one of two battlemaster maneuvers that I know due to the Matial Adept feat.
*good morning, having to play through phone while on way to work, if DM could make rolls for me it would be greatly appreciated*
After searching the spiders corpses, bartimaeus will make his way inside the tavern, sharing whatever spoils he found. Small for lizardfolk, the size of an average human, scales a mix of grays and blacks with a diamond pattern of pale blue down his back, shirtless with a bandolier across his chest, and pants wrapped with cloth around the lower legs, barefoot. Noticing the eladrin is back to consciousness, he says "The elf lives, this is good, powerful magic." He ends with a nod. "And why have so many gathered in Bittborg, this one wonders, so many of specific skills?"
"Do not fret brother, the elf is still with us alive and breathing. On the contrary, I would like to give my gratitude for helping those people in their time of need. My name is Barxik Rashokax, a faithful servant of Ilmater."
The tiefling stands up and gives a nod at the towering goliath.
"Still, this place is eerily quiet unlike earlier. I even tried to calm down the tavern's patrons but I couldn't ease their worries. Now, it seems this place is deserted. Let me head outside the tavern quickly to confirm my suspicions."
Barxik heads outside and using his divine sense, he spreads his awareness to the surrounding area before coming back inside the tavern to tell his findings.
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Nox follows the others into the tavern, and leans against the door frame. Something happened. Something strange and not wholly natural. Perhaps that Drow was involved in some way? She looked back at the others and raised a hand in greeting. " I'm Renna, by the way. Renna Harper." She glanced back outside and the strange unfamiliar sky. Was this some sort of magic?
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Ironwall: "Harper?" I growl. I curse in giant as I whirl on the newcomer. "I don't think kindly of your kind right now, bard."
My anger has flared out of control but I hold back from attacking the stranger. She hasn't done anything to me...yet. Still, I draw myself up to my full height, towering over the woman.
OOC question: I rolled a crit but my wisdom modifier subtracted. Does the crit still count as a crit in that case?
Ironwall: I'm reading online that natural 20's are only critical as attacks, otherwise just a high roll that still takes negative modifiers unfortunately.
"Not all those who wander are lost."
Great, thanks!
Everybody is standing around the tavern area outside, witnessing a Shadow Dragon soar through the sky and away into the thunderous clouds of the night.
Kyu, a strange Eladrin wizard with lots of spirit, has fallen into a poison coma and is paralyzed. He needs healing if anybody is skilled with it. You may all take the time to introduce yourselves to one another if that has not been done yet, and perhaps this is a good spot to make a shelter and take a rest?
"Not all those who wander are lost."
Vappa's grip unconsciously loosens and he drops his short sword. He couldn't describe it. He was sure he had gone crazy. The moon was in the sky just a second ago. And now...now everything felt wrong. Vappa looked back to see a towering Goliath, and immediately went into a defensive position, snatching his blade from the ground and holding it taught. Even if everything else didn't make sense, he recognized a threat when he saw one.
OOC: I will write something up in the morning (it is 10pm here). Intriguing start!
Still perplexed by the sudden events happening without his notice, Barxik remembers his oath as he begins to rush towards the fallen Eladrin and lays his hands to heal his wounds just enough for him to be stable and conscious.
Lay on Hands: 1 HP
Missed a big fight.
"At least he is fine for the time being."
The tiefling carries the paralyzed eladrin back to the tavern and shouts hoping for the barkeep to hear as he dashes upstairs.
"A vacant room please. Put it on my tab."
Kyu, opens his eyes just in time to catch the shadow dragon just before it moves out of view. He then looks up at the paladin and blinks a bit which you may take to mean, “hey, thanks for the help!” Then I start to ask myself some really hard questions. “I wonder if I got more spiders than that really big guy? Does that still count even though I got knocked out and currently paralyzed?”
Ironwall: This lizard man looks ready to pounce. I relax first, sheathing my axe and shield. I hold up my hands, which admittedly can be weapons in their own right. "I am no threat to you, Lizard-man. Unless that is your wish. I am Ironwall."
Emeny Weaver:
There is a knock at the tavern door.
I have been living in Bittborg for some time already, staying with a local acolyte and performing healing services. After a frantic rush to tend to the guards and commoners wounded in the attack most of my healing magic has been spent, but that doesn't mean my work is done. There will be ample time to fret about shadowy dragons and missing moons, but right now I have a job to do. I enter the tavern.
"Did someone call for a healer?"
Vappa holds his stance for a few moments longer, not taking his eyes away from the Goliath's. He had heard of these people from the swamps, one of them makes six Lizardfolk easily. No doubt this one is dangerous, but he doesn't seem as bloodthirsty as the stories. Vappa relaxes his stance, blade still held taught, and looked around. "...Prey fled...back to shadows...", his common was broken and raspy, still dumbfounded by the situation at hand.
Barxik shows a relieved sigh as he sees someone more capable in the arts of healing.
"There is someone in need right here."
He slowly puts down the paralyzed Eladrin to the tavern's floor and rolls up his vestments to be used as a makeshift pillow. He the talks to the healer as he explains what happened.
"He was both unconscious and poisoned when I saw him outside. Unfortunately, with my current abilities I can only heal him back to consciousness. The poison afflicting him as he was bitten by the giant spiders prevents him from moving."
Ironwall: "We may have bigger problems," I say, looking to the sky. "This town is cursed by more than a trouble-making elf."
I remember the elf caster that exploded one of the spiders. Impulsively, I turn look down the street to the tavern. It is suspiciously quiet there. The whole street is quiet now. "We had best get out of the street," I say and stride back to the tavern.
An armored demon-man and human are bent over the elf inside the tavern. I am filled instantly with regret. "I am sorry, elf," I say out loud, mostly to myself. "I chose poorly. I should not have left you alone."
Vappa glances back to the the Goliath as he goes back into the tavern, then looked up into the sky. The rolling black clouds did not feel like normal weather, and that mixed with the silence on the ground made him feel uncomfortable. If this place was cursed, then he'd be for anything to get him out. Vappa turns on his heel and follows Ironwall back to the tavern.
Seeing the wounded Elf at the Paladin's feet I move over to assess the situation.
Medicine: 23
"Well, his wounds are closed but there doesn't seem to be anything we can do to remove the poison at this stage. Once we can be sure the streets are safe I will need two of you to search for a bottle of antitoxin. There's an apothecary across town that might have something. Until then the best we can do is to keep him calm to slow the poison's spread.
I sit down beside him and start talking in a kind and confident voice.
"Your friend has patched up the wound and you are well guarded. I know it's uncomfortable but the poison will run its course and you'll be walking again within the hour."
Rally: grants 8 temporary HP
This is one of two battlemaster maneuvers that I know due to the Matial Adept feat.
*good morning, having to play through phone while on way to work, if DM could make rolls for me it would be greatly appreciated*
After searching the spiders corpses, bartimaeus will make his way inside the tavern, sharing whatever spoils he found. Small for lizardfolk, the size of an average human, scales a mix of grays and blacks with a diamond pattern of pale blue down his back, shirtless with a bandolier across his chest, and pants wrapped with cloth around the lower legs, barefoot. Noticing the eladrin is back to consciousness, he says "The elf lives, this is good, powerful magic." He ends with a nod. "And why have so many gathered in Bittborg, this one wonders, so many of specific skills?"
"Do not fret brother, the elf is still with us alive and breathing. On the contrary, I would like to give my gratitude for helping those people in their time of need. My name is Barxik Rashokax, a faithful servant of Ilmater."
The tiefling stands up and gives a nod at the towering goliath.
"Still, this place is eerily quiet unlike earlier. I even tried to calm down the tavern's patrons but I couldn't ease their worries. Now, it seems this place is deserted. Let me head outside the tavern quickly to confirm my suspicions."
Barxik heads outside and using his divine sense, he spreads his awareness to the surrounding area before coming back inside the tavern to tell his findings.
Nox follows the others into the tavern, and leans against the door frame. Something happened. Something strange and not wholly natural. Perhaps that Drow was involved in some way? She looked back at the others and raised a hand in greeting. " I'm Renna, by the way. Renna Harper." She glanced back outside and the strange unfamiliar sky. Was this some sort of magic?
Arcana: 12
Ironwall: "Harper?" I growl. I curse in giant as I whirl on the newcomer. "I don't think kindly of your kind right now, bard."
My anger has flared out of control but I hold back from attacking the stranger. She hasn't done anything to me...yet. Still, I draw myself up to my full height, towering over the woman.
Intimidation: 10
"Leave your instruments in your satchel or I will break them over your head," I say.
I remove myself from the front of the tavern to give me distance from the woman and sit roughly onto a bench across the room.
Nox held up her hands in a peaceful gesture. "I'm no bard. I have no instruments, so you've nothing to worry about from me."