"BEGONE!" Allen will muster his devilish heritage into his hands and cast another [Tooltip Not Found] .

Hit: 24

Damage: 5

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"BEGONE!" Allen will muster his devilish heritage into his hands and cast another [Tooltip Not Found] .

Hit: 24

Damage: 1

 [Crit!!!!]

Damage: 2

Ooc: Going forward, how would y'all feel about all critical attacks (20 and 1) being accompanied by a card option or double damage? My impartial wife shuffled the deck and Drew the first card.

Critical Success/Fail
Natural 20 - Magic

In a do or die situation, the frail tiefling calls upon his goddess. Perhaps the Raven Queen smiles upon this servant. Another shard of ice shatters out towards the boy, rapidly exploding out and enveloping him. A bright shimmer glistens over the large crystalline-encased attacker, as the threat appears to be neutralized. Allen, before you lies a dead silent church. Donavich lies in the hallway, your companions at your feet, and a wild beast of a child encased in ice.

OOC: The cards are always fun =) I have a deck I use IRL also =P

Death Save: 20

 OOC: HOLY SHIT!

Greame feels his heart pounding as he dashes to the door. Blood streaming down his face, he can barely make out Allen and the heap that is Rumble.

”Hey! I think I’m gonna make... “ the impact hits him like a freight train and the world begins to dim.

”I know this.” As he hits the floor, he can make out the Allen and Rumble are beyond the door.

”Good. This is good. May the sun shine on ye.” He feels a rattle in his chest. “You too, fluffy.”

Everything goes dark.

Graeme, the world falls away as you make peace. After going silent, breathing unsteady, a sudden deep inhale jumpstarts you back to the waking world. Rumble is unconscious, but he and Allen are still alive. Immediately next to you stands a 10ft high ice crystal containing the nightmare that sought after your doom. Within the ice, the boy doesn't move, solidly encased and stuck in an enraged grimace.

We're officially out of initiative. Allen and Graeme, what would you like to do after scarcely living through the attack? Rumble and Donavich are stable, and will be conscious once again in an hour. Currently, it appears the boy is no longer a threat. The church is motionless and serene, despite the block of ice. 

Allen will propose a short rest in the church. "Perhaps we should rest until they awaken."

Hit Dice: 3

[Lol, I didn't get hit so I don't need it.]

Pain.

Of all things to welcome you back to the world, pain is the worst. 

“Ach! Ahh feck!” Graeme spits out the blood that had filled his mouth. With a sharp inhale Graeme let’s out another agonizing groan. As he turns his head,  the vampire encased in ice comes into view.

Slowly, painfully, Graeme starts laughing. Turning to Allen he says “Next time, ‘ow about ya lead with that one?” The laughing subsides as Graeme begins to look himself over.

Soberly he says ”Didn’t think I made it. Thanks lad, we woulda been gonners.”

On the suggestion of a short rest Graeme slumps back. “Aye. Aye. Think ‘a will, lad. Think I will.”

 Hit Dice: 9

(Can I short rest if I'm unconcious? haha)
Hit Dice: (Doesn't matter, I'll be on 1 HP)

Rumble's eye lids flicker. He reaches up to touch the wound of ripped flesh from his collarbone area, and can barely lift his own paw.
"I'm... Out of comission for a while." He whispers. "Lay me down in an inn- I'm good for it..." He says, unable to keep his eyelids open from their own weight. He is in a daze, slipping from awake to asleep, fighting to keep his eyes open.

"Well I think we should head to Ismark's they are probably wondering what's taken so long." Allen exhausted will get Rumble on his feet and check on Father Donavich. "Are you okay?"

“Aye, lad.”

Graeme walks over to the vampcicle and puts his face next to the ice. Staring into the vampires eyes, he says... “You an’ me got another dance comin’ sonny jim. Bes’ Ya wear yer pretty dress.”

Graeme looks Rumble over to assess his weight.

(OOC: How much does Rumble weigh?”)

As the party takes in the resolution, their rapid hearts return to their usual rhythms. A lot has happened in just two days. Allies disappear, the mists forever present, and horrors about. Two of you fell unconscious, at the mercy of the world. Two of you feel a return to normalcy, but the tabaxi looks worse for wear. Pale and limp, he suffered from that thing's bite.

Rumble, that thing that attacked you was something else. Like nothing you've seen. Lightheaded and out of it, nothing seems better than a good soft bed.
Ooc: After a short rest, an unconscious character gains 1hp. Short rest is a period of time recuperating. Getting downed is rough.

Graeme, you've caught your breath and collect yourself, investigating the now frozen child. Turning to the monk, you estimate him counting in at about 165lbs. Though, hollowed and at a loss of energy.

Even still, the three remain alive. Donavich moans, sitting up and looking at his ripped clothing and chest. That would be four. He looks around, taking in the scene. Looking from person to person, starting and ending with the frozen boy. Taking a kneeling position, he shudders on all four and lets out a pained-laced cry. "D-Doru, my boy."

The priest streams tears, coughing, and walks slowly to towards the boy. A father, exposed to the crushing force of losing his child, kneels before his son. "I... Why? How? I... Don't know what to say. Please forgive him. He was never the same after that fateful day."

Donavich puts his hands on the ice and continues, "My son, my sweet boy, along with a wizard and a few hopefuls, led a revolt. Attempting to storm the Dark Castle and defeat the demon Strahd. My son never truly returned. None of those men that day did. Get that girl far from here. Get yourself far from here."

Giving Father Donavich his space to mourn Allen will get the other two and leave. "I am sorry Father, there was nothing I could do. He would have killed us if I didn't put him down....." Allen pauses and turning to Gareme and Rumble "Gareme you got Rumble, let's get out off here." Allen will lead the way this time.

(only 150lb, updated character sheet)

Leaving the church, the father lets the group leave in silence with nothing left to say. Stepping outside, an unfulfilling warmth from the sun brushes your skin as it phases and fades through the mists. Allen leads the way, with Graeme assisting Rumble, down the hill Southward towards the Burgomaster's mansion. Through the deserted streets, it's a solemn trek. About a block from the mansion, a lady, the first person any of you have seen out and about, goes from door to door with a hand cart. Getting closer, the delectable aroma of freshly baked pies grace your senses.

Smiling and waving, the stunning woman pulls to the side, leaving room to pass with ease. Now that she's closer, the olive skinned human female is quite attractive. Slender form, long black hair, brown eyes, and a smile that is contagious, she's rather welcoming in this otherwise cold land. Before the group can pass a she asks, "Oh dearies, you lot look like you've been through the wringer. Might I offer some delicious pies?"

"No thank you, we just heading to the Burgomaster's Home." Allen continues forward ignoring the great smelling pies. 

“Ehh, hang on a minute, Allen!” Graeme says with a twinkle in his eye.  “Would those happen to be shepherds pies, luv?” He asks the woman.

Looking a little off put, she opens her mouth as to say something but stops to let Allen move on. Looking towards Graeme and Rumble and responds, "Ah, yes. I make all these pies myself. I'm particularly fond of my shepherd's pie. It's my sister's secret recipe, and it's a customer favourite. I also offer berry and date pies."

The lovely lady lifts a sheet covering the cart, revealing rather professional and well-made pies. The crusts golden brown, and the aromas even more fragrant. "They're just two copper a piece as well. I make them more for pleasure than for profit." She smiles gorgeously, running a hand through her long hair.

Rumble turns his nose up at the offer, just wanting a bed for rest. He couldn't possibly have the strength to even eat right now 

"Just hurry up with the pies Graeme,seriously!" Allen will continue forward to Ismark's and Ireena's house.