Necromancer's Delusion-Homebrew

Onyx's warhammer lands denting in part of the battle plate in his abdomen. The Orc lets out a roar of frustration and raises his axes to attack.

Quentin's first arrow goes wide skittering across the cave floor in the distance. The second finds its mark and punctures the acolyte's lung. He collapses to the ground coughing up blood as he chokes to death.

Gabriel's axe cuts a large gash down the acolytes back, knocking him off balance but he regains his composure and makes it to Grunting.

The chieftain brings down his axe onto Onyx and follows with the off hand against Gabriel. "Meet your doom!"
Onyx- A: 18 D: 17
Gabriel- A: 16 D: 16

Grunting has the wind knocked out of her from the acolytes spell attack and a patch of feathers has turned white. In retaliation she swings wildly at the acolyte and fanatic.  The acolyte's throat is sliced open and blood sprays onto Grunting and the fanatic.  Grunting continues her momentum and lacerates the fanatic's shoulder.
Acolyte-A: 27 D: 10 Fanatic- A: 16 D: 1

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Group 3: Yera, Gabriel & Mucor!

(So is anyone almost dead that needs healing?)

(Grunting)

(Do we want him to die... accidentally? So you don't have to control him anymore?)

Gabriel wipes the blood from his lip. "Pray your primal god has mercy on your damned soul." He whispers, grasping the orc by the neck. Lifting the chieftain off the ground (Scientifically improbable but epic,) he casts Inflict Wounds. Attack: 25 Damage: 42

(Crit guys!)

Mucor is going to quickly move to the fenatic in the back fighting Grunting, slowing his head and attempting to drive his horns into the enemy.
Attack: 14 Damage: 6 + 3 poison damage

Mucor, violently shaking his head will cause a cloud of necrotic spores to form around the cultists head (Con 13 or take 6 necrotic) before attempting to throw the enemy 10 feet with his horns (DC 13 strength or get shoved 10ft )

(daaaaamn)

Gabriel lifts the orc about 4 inches off the ground releasing his spell.  The veins in the orcs neck bulge and turn black, the muscles in his arms shrink slightly as some of the life drains from the body.  The orc breaks Gabriel hold and coughs up a blackened blood clot. Roars in defiance but you can tell his body is damaged.  

Fanatic Con:  18     Str  2

Mucor spears the fanatic and throws his body ten feet to the east knocking him prone.

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 Yera!

(15 health left, but I think I can make it until the end of combat.)

Yera watches as a bolt finds its mark right between the eyes of her attacker. The life leaving instantly from his eyes, the green glow from his hand faded and released its grip from her neck before slumping to the ground. Shocked and wide eyed for a second, the halfling quickly comes back to reality and sees that the orc chief is now in a position of weakness. She runs up behind him (flanking with Onyx) and slashes at his backside.

Melee Weapon Attack: 12 Damage: 7

(Edit: forgot to add advantage for flanking, 14)

Yera's shortsword clangs against the steel of the orcs plate.  The orc doesn't even notice and focuses all his rage into Gabriel who just dealt a hefty blow to him.

The fanatic seeing Gabriel wound the orc moves the dagger north behind Gabriel and stabs at his back.  Standing he rushes back over to Grunting placing his hand on Grunting's throat as he yells "Insolent fools! The power of Vaeril will consume you all" casting Inflict Wounds.

Gabriel- A:  15  D:  15

Grunting- A:  23  D:   22

As teh fanatic releases his spell a greenish black wave of of energy rushes over Grunting's body.  Th e once vibrant feathers turn a dull white and begin to fall off in patches.  Her already tiny frame seems to shrink slightly as the life is drained from her body.  The fanatic releases his grasp and Grunting falls to the ground unconscious.

The last remaining acolyte see Yera attempt to sneak up behind the chieftain and using her last spell slot casts Inflict Wounds.

Yera- A:  21  D:   6

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Group 2: Quentin & Onyx!

Quentin shouts in anger as he watches Grunting succumb to the fanatic's foul magic, a fiery stream of explosively loud obscenities bursting from the rogue's mouth in his shock and fury. His fine features twist into a perfect mask of righteous anger and his cerulean orbs lock onto the figure of the fanatic with unmitigated loathing. He takes a ill-portending step in the fanatic's direction, but the sight of the menacing Orc chieftain still threatening his remaining allies freezes Quentin in place. A bead of sweat drips from a stray lock of the rogue's dirty blonde hair as he pauses for a moment, stricken with indecision, but resolve quickly hardens his hateful gaze. Glancing in the fanatic's direction, the rogue whispers beneath his breath "Soon... ya bastard. You'll git yours soon..." but he turns and raises his hand crossbow in the direction of the devastating Orc and the last remaining Acolyte.

5' feet of movement used, moving Quentin one block east.

The rogue takes a moment to calm himself, aims carefully at his targets, and squeezes his trigger mechanism.

Attack on the Orc Chieftain: 8 Damage: 11

Bonus Action; Crossbow Expert Attack on the remaining Acolyte: 10 Damage: 8

(Concentration check to keep Shield of Faith up on Onyx 15

Quentin, still distracted by the sight of Grunting fall and racked with indecision can't steady his shaking weapon enough to make a clean shot.  The first whistles through the group harmlessly.  The second whizzes just over the acolytes head.  

Onyx's eyes go wide as the Orc is suddenly lifted into the air, "You dare not be taking him out of me reach! I ain't finished with him, yet." The gray dwarfs frustration grows, fueling his rage as he takes another swipe with the warhammer against the chieftain while stepping in with his spiked armor

Flanking Attack: 23 Damage: 6 Rage +2

Bonus Spiked Armor: 15 Damage: 7 Rage +2

Gabriel smiles grimly. "The floor is yours. "

Onyx's hammer hits the orc in the chest bruising the ribs.  The orc doesn't seem to notice still staring at Gabriel as he lifts both axes and brings them down.

Gabriel- A:  11   17  D:   7  1

Grunting Death save: 16

Group 3: Gabriel, Mucor & Yera!

Gabriel parries the first blow but the second splits his glove and cuts his hand. The aasimar's eyes narrow and he retaliates with a savage swing of his bloodstained axe. Attack: 7 Damage: 7

Mucor will shake his head, sending a splatter of blood sailing across the room before stomping over to the fenatic again and attempting to spear him on his bloody horns.

Attack: 8 Damage: 7 plus 2 poison

As he swings his head and fails to land a blow, he will stomp his hoof and generate another burst of necrotic spores around the throat of the fanatic. 

Con 13 or take 4 necrotic

Con save: 18

The fanatic smiles wide and says "You're next" as he points to Mucor.

Mucor snorts loudly with a wild shake of his head, sending dust and spores flying before shooting him a small grin.