Desguin seems almost prepared for the swing from the bugbear as he ducks and it sails over his head. The bugbear snarls in futile rage Gitrack tu naga djuran!!! he bellows, you're not sure, but you think you heard the worda for corpse and the physical expression of love in there... Bastion turns from the felled Drow, giving a metallic thumbs up to Agency and heading over to Desguin and leveling a devesting series of blows on the injured Hobgoblin. Bones crack and lungs collapse as the construct lays into the beast, hob 2 drops to the ground, eyes blank and staring with blood pooling from his mouth and nose. Foe is really starting to get worried about the way things are going and doubles down on his efforts to free himself. Dice rolls not yet available for this section.
Unfortunately for Foe, the god's are not only not with him, it seems they are delighting in his torment as he falls down into the vines and becomes even more entangled etangleder, as it were.
Mikkael swings his mace at drow 2 Attack: 17 Damage: 3 but the drow is too quick slapping the mace aside and clearly enjoying toying with the cleric.
Fiav looks at his compatriots and realizes that if there was ever a time to get out of this briar patch it's now 7 but realization and actualization are two different things he decides, he'll have time to ponder as he spends another turn in this green hell
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If he remains standing - BASTION will move behind the Bugbear into flanking position and give his jaw a left handed jab followed by a haymaker from its right.
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As Ackam load another bolt into his crossbow he watches as his comrades in arms slaughter their enemies one by one. He takes in the screams of pain and joy and big grin crawls across Acham's face. "Fecken' alright, lads. Let's keep da heat of da steel on them!" Ackam scans the battlefield and sees Drow3 still standing. As he takes aim with his crossbow he says "Go back to the fecken underground where ya came from, ya basterd,"and then lets his bolt fly Attack: 20 Damage: 6and feels the blessing keep his aim more true 4. After he fires his shot he drops his crossbow and picks up his double-bladed scimitar and charges at Drow3 (if Drow3 is dead by his bolt he then charges after Bugbear1)
"Alrigh' lads! Yeh takee care o' these'n dark elves!"Earthhand flashes a savage grin. "Oi've some feckin' gobshites ter kill." He moves up 2 and right 3 and lashes out at G6 with a thorn whip, attempting to wrap it around the poor goblin's limbs and drag it 10 feet west.
Ackam’s bolt and curses both fly true, while the remaining drow don't fully comprehend common, the leader did, but she's dead, they know that what Ackam is saying is not nice. The third drow worries for a moment about how they'll get back to the underdark or negotiate with their contact with their only common tongue speaker and leader laying magically dead at his feet. He stops worrying about it, however, when Ackam's bolt punches through the base of his skull and severs his spine killing him instantly. Earthhand moves purposefully towards his garden of goblins, he throws his hand out and a magical thorn covered vine materializes in it. he whips the ethereal cord at Siix and it wraps around his neck, dragging him 10 feet closer to the dwarf.
Tree see's his friend being dragged to his almost certain death and decides to throw him a bone, or a spear in this case 12 it thunks into the ground next to him. Tree is relieved it worked out and he didn't have to get any closer to all those murdering psychos on the other side of the vines.
Drow 2 is begining to seriously reconsider things and decides that distracting the druid to free those goblins to distract everyone else might give him the opportunity to escape. He aims his hand crossbow at Earthhand Attack: 15 Damage: 4 oh well, he thinks as the bolt passes harmlessly through the dwarfs beard, guess i'll die.
So I'm looking through my spell descriptions here, and I'm seeing that thorn whip has a somatic component. Would I be able to have my shield re-equipped at this point? Like as an interaction?
So I'm looking through my spell descriptions here, and I'm seeing that thorn whip has a somatic component. Would I be able to have my shield re-equipped at this point? Like as an interaction?
oh boy, I don’t think so, you’d need a hand free to cast... if you wanted to say that you dropped your staff that would make sense I suppose. Edit: upon further research, it takes a full action to don or doff a shield so you would have to drop your staff.
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Looking around, Varris can't help but notice the sheer number of dead bodies piling up around him. In the moment, he cant help but feel slightly bad for the creatures they never really had a chance...No sooner does he think that, he hears the hobgoblin screaming Rat**** Bastards and his resolve quickly returns.
Moving up one and three to the right, he turns towards D2. Repeating the incantation he used on his comrade Varris moves the Hex onto it cursing it to a land of confusion. Now, it is time for Mishakal to decide your fate cur! With the wave of his hand, the sound of bells fill the air as Varris casts Toll the Dead onto D2.
What fresh hell is this? Thinks the last standing drow as he feels a haze settle over his mind. Then the bells start oh good, the death bells. Thinks the drow. I should have listened to my father, the underdark needs architects after all. 3The drow looks around for a moment, shoulders hunched, expecting mystical death at any moment. Huh, not dead yet. I wonder what their stance on prisoners of war is... oh sweet gods! He goes on to think as a crossbow bolt slams into his chest just above his heart. He drops to his knees staring at the bolt sticking out of his chest. He throws his sword away and goes to throw his crossbow, but settles on droping it when the bolt in his chest prevents him from doing so. He goes on to lay down carefully on his back and hope that this band of deadly mercenaries he's somehow never heard of has a strong sense of mercy. I should have been an architect.
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Holy shit I stand corrected :p
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Unfortunately for Foe, the god's are not only not with him, it seems they are delighting in his torment as he falls down into the vines and becomes even more entangled etangleder, as it were.
Mikkael swings his mace at drow 2 Attack: 17 Damage: 3 but the drow is too quick slapping the mace aside and clearly enjoying toying with the cleric.
Fiav looks at his compatriots and realizes that if there was ever a time to get out of this briar patch it's now 7 but realization and actualization are two different things he decides, he'll have time to ponder as he spends another turn in this green hell
If he remains standing - BASTION will move behind the Bugbear into flanking position and give his jaw a left handed jab followed by a haymaker from its right.
Attack: 20 Damage: 5
Attack: 24 Damage: 5
+ BLESS
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As Ackam load another bolt into his crossbow he watches as his comrades in arms slaughter their enemies one by one. He takes in the screams of pain and joy and big grin crawls across Acham's face. "Fecken' alright, lads. Let's keep da heat of da steel on them!" Ackam scans the battlefield and sees Drow3 still standing. As he takes aim with his crossbow he says "Go back to the fecken underground where ya came from, ya basterd," and then lets his bolt fly Attack: 20 Damage: 6 and feels the blessing keep his aim more true 4. After he fires his shot he drops his crossbow and picks up his double-bladed scimitar and charges at Drow3 (if Drow3 is dead by his bolt he then charges after Bugbear1)
Let's try that again:
Attack: 6 Damage: 8
Blessing: 3
Woo!
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
"Alrigh' lads! Yeh takee care o' these'n dark elves!" Earthhand flashes a savage grin. "Oi've some feckin' gobshites ter kill." He moves up 2 and right 3 and lashes out at G6 with a thorn whip, attempting to wrap it around the poor goblin's limbs and drag it 10 feet west.
Attack: 25 Damage: 3
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
"HaHAH! Yer maw was veal brood aen' yer paw wis a kobold, yeh feckin sproutcock!"
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Let's keep them rolls coming!
Ackam’s bolt and curses both fly true, while the remaining drow don't fully comprehend common, the leader did, but she's dead, they know that what Ackam is saying is not nice. The third drow worries for a moment about how they'll get back to the underdark or negotiate with their contact with their only common tongue speaker and leader laying magically dead at his feet. He stops worrying about it, however, when Ackam's bolt punches through the base of his skull and severs his spine killing him instantly. Earthhand moves purposefully towards his garden of goblins, he throws his hand out and a magical thorn covered vine materializes in it. he whips the ethereal cord at Siix and it wraps around his neck, dragging him 10 feet closer to the dwarf.
Tree see's his friend being dragged to his almost certain death and decides to throw him a bone, or a spear in this case 12 it thunks into the ground next to him. Tree is relieved it worked out and he didn't have to get any closer to all those murdering psychos on the other side of the vines.
Drow 2 is begining to seriously reconsider things and decides that distracting the druid to free those goblins to distract everyone else might give him the opportunity to escape. He aims his hand crossbow at Earthhand Attack: 15 Damage: 4 oh well, he thinks as the bolt passes harmlessly through the dwarfs beard, guess i'll die.
So I'm looking through my spell descriptions here, and I'm seeing that thorn whip has a somatic component. Would I be able to have my shield re-equipped at this point? Like as an interaction?
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
oh boy, I don’t think so, you’d need a hand free to cast... if you wanted to say that you dropped your staff that would make sense I suppose. Edit: upon further research, it takes a full action to don or doff a shield so you would have to drop your staff.
Ok sounds good no narrative handwaving needed only literal
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Looking around, Varris can't help but notice the sheer number of dead bodies piling up around him. In the moment, he cant help but feel slightly bad for the creatures they never really had a chance... No sooner does he think that, he hears the hobgoblin screaming Rat**** Bastards and his resolve quickly returns.
Moving up one and three to the right, he turns towards D2. Repeating the incantation he used on his comrade Varris moves the Hex onto it cursing it to a land of confusion. Now, it is time for Mishakal to decide your fate cur! With the wave of his hand, the sound of bells fill the air as Varris casts Toll the Dead onto D2.
On failed save: 6 + 2 = 8
Slippery little ****er, Aedra mumbles as she loads her crossbow with another bolt and fires it towards the now stumbling and bloody-faced Drow.
Attack: 16 Damage: 8
What fresh hell is this? Thinks the last standing drow as he feels a haze settle over his mind. Then the bells start oh good, the death bells. Thinks the drow. I should have listened to my father, the underdark needs architects after all. 3 The drow looks around for a moment, shoulders hunched, expecting mystical death at any moment. Huh, not dead yet. I wonder what their stance on prisoners of war is... oh sweet gods! He goes on to think as a crossbow bolt slams into his chest just above his heart. He drops to his knees staring at the bolt sticking out of his chest. He throws his sword away and goes to throw his crossbow, but settles on droping it when the bolt in his chest prevents him from doing so. He goes on to lay down carefully on his back and hope that this band of deadly mercenaries he's somehow never heard of has a strong sense of mercy. I should have been an architect.
Look upon the slaughter you have wrought. Agency is up!