Agency salutes Bastion with a smirk Ok, so at least his parameters allow gratitude. She then turns around and pats Thorok in the back as she walks around him headed straight for G6 Thanks for the assist. You've done a great job keeping them occupied but I really do hate leaving my fans waiting. I'm dying to show them my new routine. Without fear of the Goblin escaping her line of attack, Agency takes the opportunity to add some flair to her movement, twirling her quarter staff around her body before tensing up at the last and jabbing her staff into the goblins midsection.
Attack: 20 Damage: 4 + Bless: 2
She then deftly pulls into close quarters with the Goblin and lets loose a quick but powerful jab with her right fist.
Siix reches for the spear and just as his fingers close around it, he gives a little gasp of excitement. He never even gets a chance to stop being excited as the end of Agency's staff staves his whole face in a split second before her fist crashes into his solar plexus drives the last breath of life from his body.
Desguin begins an overhand arc with his sword, but as the bugbear raises his mace to block it, Desguin let's his wrist go loose so his blade misses the mace, he switches his footing and brings the blade swinging back towards the Bugbears midsection Attack: 18 Damage: 12 dealing an incrdible blow to the Bugbear's side.
The Bugbear flies into a rage as he sees his hopes of freedom being dashed away and catches the tricky blade to the ribs. His only thought now is to bring as many of these softskins with him to the afterlife, he roars and swings his mace down towards Desguin's head. Attack: 11 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll. Bastion's shield flashes out taking the brunt of the blow, but it keeps moving past the shield and glances of Desguin's head, dropping him to 1 knee, dazed for the moment.
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Directly after the mace glances off it's shield, Bastion adjusts it's footing and delivers a jab to the bugbear's face, stunning it, before he can recover, Bastion follows it up with a huge haymaker dislocating the monster's jaw with a sickening crunch and dropping the beast like a ton of bricks.
Foe sees this and frantically pulls away from the grasping vines 19 in vain though HELP ME! He screems at Tree
Mikkael moves forward and kicks the crossbow away from the drow. He puts his boot on the drow's neck cocks his mace back.
Fiav flings himself against his restraints 0 he flings his arms out to Tree in a desperate plea.
Ackam runs through the battle, swinging his double-bladed scimitar wildly as he screams at the top of his lungs "The tide is a turnin' in our favor, lads! Cleave at em' till their bodies are nuttin' but dust."He runs to the edge of the growing vines and drops his double-bladed scimitar and pulls out his javelin. He spots Goblin4 struggle and takes aim and throws, aiming at the Goblin's chest.
On his turn, Earthhand lashes out with a thorny vine once more, this time targeting Fiav and attempting to pull him 10 feet toward Agency in a similar manner to Siix. Regardless of the success of his attack he will then use his interaction to pick up his staff and move 3 down and 2 to the right.
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Agency looks at the ground in front of her and the goblins further in and sucks her teeth. Tsk... she looks around and sees Thorok prepping another vine attack and nods at him but further out she sees Mikkael pulling his arm back seemingly about to deal a finishing blow.
MIKKAEL! You're foe is disarmed, defeated, and no longer a threat. Stand Down!
Just then a vine whips past her face. And with a knowing smile she holds her staff out prepared to impale the G5 as he is dragged towards her.
Attack: 24 Damage: 12 + Bless: 4
The force of the impact sends her spinning and taking advantage she also whips her tail at the Goblin.
With all the nearby foes vanquished, Varris advances toward the Garden of Etherian Delights TM (advancing forward 5 and down 1). As he prepares his attack, Varris notices Mikkael preparing to bring the mace down on the weekend Elf's face. Stop Mikkael, you are a cleric - protect life, even when it is not easy. Your soul will thank you later.
Turning his head back towards the enemies, if G4 is still alive, Varris repeats the same dark incantation to place a Hex to curse its already diminished mind. Waiving his hand forward towards G4, he yells I think this garden needs some music! Just like that, Toll the Dead takes effect. On failed save 5 + 5
If G4 is dead, Varris moves the Hex onto G3 and unleashes Eldritch Blast and crackling beam of energy hurtles towards it. Attack: 10 Damage: 15
Foe just manages to force himself up to one knee after his disastrous escape attempt, He reaches out toward Tree but just then his body gives an odd jerk. He looks down to see a javelin protruding from his chest at a sharp downward angle pinning him even further to the ground. Rergar noh zhudarra. He curses with his last breath.
Mikkael hears Agency and half turns his head to say I've no intention of killing a prone and unarmed foe, I'm a cleric of Riaell, for ****'s sake! I'd like to live to be an old cleric of Riaell, and you don't get to do that by turning your back on a wounded drow.
Fiav watches the javelin fly over head and hears the shunk of it's strike behind him, but he doesn't turn, it's every goblin for himself now, he grits his teeth sets his jaw. He throws his arms up in a last ditch attempt to jump his way out of the vines just in time for a thorny vine to wrap around his torso and yank him painfully towards the demon woman. Just as he's trying to remember how to say "surrender" in common the end of the Tiefling woman's staff crushes his windpipe, snaps his spine, and tents out the skin at the back of his neck. His head lolls over at an unnatural angle just as the spinning blur of red death in front of him brings her tail swinging around with such force that he is finally freed of his earthly confines, literally as he sails through the air and figuratively as he crashes to the ground and the spark of life leaves him.
Hearing further admonishment from the divine soul Mikkael becomes a bit frustrated. Riaell's holy tits, Augustus if I wanted this drow dead don't you think I would have brained him by now? How about a "thanks for keeping an eye on that drow ten yards from me so he didn't shoot a poison bolt into my ass while I wasn't looking"? He looks down and gives the drow a look as if to say "can you believe these guys? Jeez"
Tree has finally seen enough of his fellow prisoners dismembered, destroyed, and desecrated, so he decides it's high time to **** off. He uses his dash action to get the hell out of there out the side gate. He shakes his head as he feels himself becoming a little less wise, but decides that running away is still the wisest option. His decision is affirmed when a bolt of ghastly energy sails by him and smashes into the corridor wall to the left in front of him. Flapping feet echo down the hall as the goblin heads off to start a new life in the city of Olber.
"I do not mean to sound arrogant Ackam, but with simple and quick maths it becomes apparent the tide of battle was in our favor from the outset. Though perhaps we might do well to keep our comrades from finishing off our final Drow. It is peculiar to see them so aggressive in such bright daylight."
Mikkael rips the quiver from the drow and tosses it along with the crossbow over to Aedra and Augustus. Careful with that the bolts are poisoned, keep an eye on the drow! Varris, sorry I snapped at you, this slice along my ribs is shallow but it hurts like a *****. He runs over to the fallen dwarf and drops to his knees he places a hand on the dwarf's chest clasps his holy symbol with the other he closes his eyes for a moment but then opens them and shakes his head sadly just as Desguin joins him by the corpse. I'm sorry, officer, he bled out almost immediately, there's nothing more I can do.
Palkin, you poor bastard, I'm sorry. Alright, can one of run out to the stables and send one of the hands to watch headquarters and let 'em know we've a goblin on the loose in the city, a drow to be trussed up and tossed in a cell, and that there's a ton of ******* corpses need taking care of down here. I don't mean to say that I'm not grateful you lot showed up when yeh did, but who are you? And what brought you here?
Ackam walks over to the dead Foe, places his foot on his back, and pulls out his javelin, a spray of goblin's blood following from the exit wound. Ackam raises his javelin and cheers as the last of the enemies escape into the bowels of Olber. He places the javelin into it's leather case attached to his back, and then strolls over to Mikkael and slaps him on the back as they both look down on the captured Drow. "Fer feck sake, Mikkael, it seems like you caught us a live one here." Ackam leans down towards the wounded Drow, and cock his head. "And what brings a bunch o' drow like you up to us civilized folk?"Ackam asks the Drow.
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Agency salutes Bastion with a smirk Ok, so at least his parameters allow gratitude. She then turns around and pats Thorok in the back as she walks around him headed straight for G6 Thanks for the assist. You've done a great job keeping them occupied but I really do hate leaving my fans waiting. I'm dying to show them my new routine. Without fear of the Goblin escaping her line of attack, Agency takes the opportunity to add some flair to her movement, twirling her quarter staff around her body before tensing up at the last and jabbing her staff into the goblins midsection.
Attack: 20 Damage: 4 + Bless: 2
She then deftly pulls into close quarters with the Goblin and lets loose a quick but powerful jab with her right fist.
Attack: 5 Damage: 5
Forgot to add Bless for unarmed, not that it looks like it matters lol. BUT just incase: 4
Siix reches for the spear and just as his fingers close around it, he gives a little gasp of excitement. He never even gets a chance to stop being excited as the end of Agency's staff staves his whole face in a split second before her fist crashes into his solar plexus drives the last breath of life from his body.
Desguin begins an overhand arc with his sword, but as the bugbear raises his mace to block it, Desguin let's his wrist go loose so his blade misses the mace, he switches his footing and brings the blade swinging back towards the Bugbears midsection Attack: 18 Damage: 12 dealing an incrdible blow to the Bugbear's side.
The Bugbear flies into a rage as he sees his hopes of freedom being dashed away and catches the tricky blade to the ribs. His only thought now is to bring as many of these softskins with him to the afterlife, he roars and swings his mace down towards Desguin's head. Attack: 11 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll. Bastion's shield flashes out taking the brunt of the blow, but it keeps moving past the shield and glances of Desguin's head, dropping him to 1 knee, dazed for the moment.
Directly after the mace glances off it's shield, Bastion adjusts it's footing and delivers a jab to the bugbear's face, stunning it, before he can recover, Bastion follows it up with a huge haymaker dislocating the monster's jaw with a sickening crunch and dropping the beast like a ton of bricks.
Foe sees this and frantically pulls away from the grasping vines 19 in vain though HELP ME! He screems at Tree
Mikkael moves forward and kicks the crossbow away from the drow. He puts his boot on the drow's neck cocks his mace back.
Fiav flings himself against his restraints 0 he flings his arms out to Tree in a desperate plea.
Bottom of the 4th going into Ackam’s turn!
@Agency So it looks like it didn't matter for your roll, but for future reference attacks against restrained enemies have advantage.
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
Does that apply to spell attacks as well?
Anything with an attack roll I believe, so yes to eldritch blast no to toll the dying; additionally they have disadvantage on DEX saves
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
Ackam runs through the battle, swinging his double-bladed scimitar wildly as he screams at the top of his lungs "The tide is a turnin' in our favor, lads! Cleave at em' till their bodies are nuttin' but dust." He runs to the edge of the growing vines and drops his double-bladed scimitar and pulls out his javelin. He spots Goblin4 struggle and takes aim and throws, aiming at the Goblin's chest.
Attack: 7 Damage: 9
Blessing: 3
On his turn, Earthhand lashes out with a thorny vine once more, this time targeting Fiav and attempting to pull him 10 feet toward Agency in a similar manner to Siix. Regardless of the success of his attack he will then use his interaction to pick up his staff and move 3 down and 2 to the right.
thorn whip: Attack: 23 Damage: 6
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
Dom you have advantage on that attack roll ;)
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
Thanks, will do another roll
Second roll for Advantage: Attack: 18 Damage: 6
& Blessing: 4
Agency looks at the ground in front of her and the goblins further in and sucks her teeth. Tsk... she looks around and sees Thorok prepping another vine attack and nods at him but further out she sees Mikkael pulling his arm back seemingly about to deal a finishing blow.
MIKKAEL! You're foe is disarmed, defeated, and no longer a threat. Stand Down!
Just then a vine whips past her face. And with a knowing smile she holds her staff out prepared to impale the G5 as he is dragged towards her.
Attack: 24 Damage: 12 + Bless: 4
The force of the impact sends her spinning and taking advantage she also whips her tail at the Goblin.
Attack: 12 Damage: 4 + Bless: 1
My rolls have been amazing this game lol... Sorry Dom.
Go feck yourself, but it is good for the team
With all the nearby foes vanquished, Varris advances toward the Garden of Etherian Delights TM (advancing forward 5 and down 1). As he prepares his attack, Varris notices Mikkael preparing to bring the mace down on the weekend Elf's face. Stop Mikkael, you are a cleric - protect life, even when it is not easy. Your soul will thank you later.
Turning his head back towards the enemies, if G4 is still alive, Varris repeats the same dark incantation to place a Hex to curse its already diminished mind. Waiving his hand forward towards G4, he yells I think this garden needs some music! Just like that, Toll the Dead takes effect. On failed save 5 + 5
If G4 is dead, Varris moves the Hex onto G3 and unleashes Eldritch Blast and crackling beam of energy hurtles towards it. Attack: 10 Damage: 15
Foe just manages to force himself up to one knee after his disastrous escape attempt, He reaches out toward Tree but just then his body gives an odd jerk. He looks down to see a javelin protruding from his chest at a sharp downward angle pinning him even further to the ground. Rergar noh zhudarra. He curses with his last breath.
Mikkael hears Agency and half turns his head to say I've no intention of killing a prone and unarmed foe, I'm a cleric of Riaell, for ****'s sake! I'd like to live to be an old cleric of Riaell, and you don't get to do that by turning your back on a wounded drow.
Fiav watches the javelin fly over head and hears the shunk of it's strike behind him, but he doesn't turn, it's every goblin for himself now, he grits his teeth sets his jaw. He throws his arms up in a last ditch attempt to jump his way out of the vines just in time for a thorny vine to wrap around his torso and yank him painfully towards the demon woman. Just as he's trying to remember how to say "surrender" in common the end of the Tiefling woman's staff crushes his windpipe, snaps his spine, and tents out the skin at the back of his neck. His head lolls over at an unnatural angle just as the spinning blur of red death in front of him brings her tail swinging around with such force that he is finally freed of his earthly confines, literally as he sails through the air and figuratively as he crashes to the ground and the spark of life leaves him.
Hearing further admonishment from the divine soul Mikkael becomes a bit frustrated. Riaell's holy tits, Augustus if I wanted this drow dead don't you think I would have brained him by now? How about a "thanks for keeping an eye on that drow ten yards from me so he didn't shoot a poison bolt into my ass while I wasn't looking"? He looks down and gives the drow a look as if to say "can you believe these guys? Jeez"
Tree has finally seen enough of his fellow prisoners dismembered, destroyed, and desecrated, so he decides it's high time to **** off. He uses his dash action to get the hell out of there out the side gate. He shakes his head as he feels himself becoming a little less wise, but decides that running away is still the wisest option. His decision is affirmed when a bolt of ghastly energy sails by him and smashes into the corridor wall to the left in front of him. Flapping feet echo down the hall as the goblin heads off to start a new life in the city of Olber.
"I do not mean to sound arrogant Ackam, but with simple and quick maths it becomes apparent the tide of battle was in our favor from the outset. Though perhaps we might do well to keep our comrades from finishing off our final Drow. It is peculiar to see them so aggressive in such bright daylight."
Mikkael rips the quiver from the drow and tosses it along with the crossbow over to Aedra and Augustus. Careful with that the bolts are poisoned, keep an eye on the drow! Varris, sorry I snapped at you, this slice along my ribs is shallow but it hurts like a *****. He runs over to the fallen dwarf and drops to his knees he places a hand on the dwarf's chest clasps his holy symbol with the other he closes his eyes for a moment but then opens them and shakes his head sadly just as Desguin joins him by the corpse. I'm sorry, officer, he bled out almost immediately, there's nothing more I can do.
Palkin, you poor bastard, I'm sorry. Alright, can one of run out to the stables and send one of the hands to watch headquarters and let 'em know we've a goblin on the loose in the city, a drow to be trussed up and tossed in a cell, and that there's a ton of ******* corpses need taking care of down here. I don't mean to say that I'm not grateful you lot showed up when yeh did, but who are you? And what brought you here?
Ackam walks over to the dead Foe, places his foot on his back, and pulls out his javelin, a spray of goblin's blood following from the exit wound. Ackam raises his javelin and cheers as the last of the enemies escape into the bowels of Olber. He places the javelin into it's leather case attached to his back, and then strolls over to Mikkael and slaps him on the back as they both look down on the captured Drow. "Fer feck sake, Mikkael, it seems like you caught us a live one here." Ackam leans down towards the wounded Drow, and cock his head. "And what brings a bunch o' drow like you up to us civilized folk?" Ackam asks the Drow.