“Well one of us can fly” Wes pulls out his potion of flying.  “As for the others.... well we can land if we jump together.  Anyone up for a bit of adrenaline we can jump and I will use feather fall so we can land safely.... We just have to pick a point where we won’t be seen or attacked on sight.” Wes walks over to the front entrance to peer around to see if any of the orcs actually made it in.

Perception: 8

After not seeing anything Wes turns back.  “Actually we will have to jump in shifts.... preferably with me in the first group”. As he chuckles to himself

"If they can, we don't have time to figure out how," Fumbles replies. "We have the staffs, that's all I care about. Forget the big eyeball, if we don't get these things out of here, the world is at stake."

Wes walks into the hallway into a scene that is pure insanity. The orcs have made it to the seventh floor, but are deep in combat with an array of creatures; a strange metal humanoid that looks like a suit of armor at first glance, an aberration that resembles a man-sized amoeba covered in mouths and eyes, and a massive hulking humanoid whose face is locked into a hideous grin. A trio of orcs already lay dead at the grinning humanoid's feet, and as Wes sees this sight, the creature bashes the skull of another orc into the wall with ease.

Aradurk recognizes these creatures as those that were frozen in blocks of ice the first time he traversed this hallway.

When Wes returns, Fumbles replies, "Wes, that's perfect! If we can get to the window, I can hide us from view while you help us descend to safety."

“Wes and everyone - move your asses out. I will cover the exit. Double time everyone - these critters won’t be nice.”

Ricky puts her daggers away and slings her dulcimer over her back. She picks up her carpet bag and takes out a small parasol that is part of one of her costumes. She takes a swig of the Feather Fall potion, hands it back and steps backward out the window.

See y'all on the ground Boys she winks as she floats out of view. 

♫ A spoon full of sugar makes the medicine go down... ♫

Wes gives the potion of flying to Fumbles so he can cover the exit for everyone.  Splitting the group in half, he and the first group will jump.  Wes casts feather fall for everyone to safely land.  Wes will look up the tower to wait for the second group to cast it for them as well.

"I will go with you in the first group, Aradurk can guard our exit here, I will be ready if there are enemies where we land." Karst sys as he prepares to go with the first group. 

OOC: Potion of flying has been removed from Wes's inventory.

The team rushes through the hallway, avoiding the horrid creatures, which are occupying the orcs' attention so well that they barely notice their targets are fleeing successfully to the window. The beholder is nowhere in sight. 

Exiting the hallway, you reach the room with the large window, and Aradurk prepares to cover your exit with Fumbles and Tanakir.

Wes, Rycider and Karst leap from the window and soar through the air for a moment. The ground quickly approaches, but Wes quickly completes his spell and they fall safely to the ground.

Fumbles downs the potion of flying and shouts to the remaining crew, "As soon as you are gone, I will drop darkness over the window to cover our escape." He floats out of the tower window and upward out of sight.

At that moment, the two headed ogre barges into the room, proceeded by a creature that looks like a misshapen mind flayer; the creature was clearly the recipient of the mighty ogre's club, and is dead.

"You! I will see you dead before I see this tower lost!" he growls, charging with his greatclub raised.

Initiative:

Round 1 Order:
Aradurk and Tanakir <=====
Dwa Trollblood

Tanakir glares at the ogre. “Your recklessness, recklessness in general will be the cause of much tragedy later. I will put a stop to you.”

He then reaches into his pouch and pulls out the potion of speed and drinks it before grabbing the potion of fire giant strength and drinking that as well. He’ll then apply his hex, giving the ogre disadvantage on Strength checks as he shouts a prayer to Helm in Celestial.

“I thought I smelled you coming, filthy ogre.”

Aradurk moves his sword in a rhythm only he can hear, moving ahead and shifting to the left of the ogre. When he gets a 45 degree angle to his target, he moves to strike with the long sword.

Attack: 21 Damage: 11

If the attack is successful, he expends a superiority die to add (2 ) damage  and force the ogre to make a DC 14 STR save or fall prone.

if either case, he will attack again after.

Attack: 22 Damage: 11

Using Action Surge, Aradurk viciously attacks again:

Attack: 21 Damage: 9

And use the second attack gained from my action surge:

Attack: 9 Damage: 6

OOC: Potion of speed and potion of fire giant strength have been removed from Tanakir's inventory.

DM Screen:

Dwa STR Save: 13
Greatclub vs. Aradurk: 19
Greatclub vs. Aradurk: 26

Aradurk Advantage: Higher of 22 or 25
Aradurk Advantage: Higher of 21 or 16
Aradurk Advantage: Higher of 9 or 14

Downing the potion, Tanakir feels a sudden surge of energy, and before anyone can blink, the second potion is in his hands and pouring down his throat. His muscles bulge and ripple, and he feels an incredible strength flowing through him, as if he could rip the ogre apart with his bare hands.

Aradurk keeps pace with Tanakir, though no magic is granting him his speed. His first cut slices open the ogre's knee, toppling it over. His sword hacks through the ogre's flesh, but it quickly becomes apparent that there is truth to Dwa Trollblood's name. Its flesh is hard and tough, and as Aradurk's sword cuts through flesh for the third time, the first wound has almost entirely healed.

"We was hoping you would do stupid," one of the ogre's head grunts as it rights itself, slamming its club into Aradurk's chest before he can react, dealing 12 bludgeoning damage. The force of the impact completely winds the half-orc; he doesn't see the club careening toward the base of his skull as he's doubled over, and it connects with a sickening crack, dealing 26 bludgeoning damage, and he drops to the ground like a rock.

The other head grins through gaps in its teeth. "Come on, then. You're next."

Round 2 Order:
Aradurk and Tanakir <=====
Dwa Trollblood

Tracking:
Dwa Trollblood is wounded but his wounds are slowly healing.
Aradurk is unconscious and dying.
Tanakir has the effects of the haste spell for 1 minute.
Tanakir's Strength score is 25 for 1 hour.

“Up, there is still work to be done.”

Tanakir extends a hand towards Aradurk, using his healing light to heal the half orc for 2.

He turns to Dwa, charging the ogre with a greatsword sheathed in green fire.

Attack: 13 Damage: 21

He pivots on one foot, using his extra speed to bring his blade back to the ogre’s neck.

Attack: 27 Damage: 18

Disengaging and using Second Wind

11

”Not liking this guy even more”

Aradurk moves out of initial range.

DM Screen:

Dwa Athletics: 18
Tanakir Athletics: 25
Greatclub vs. Tanakir: 18

Tanakir's sword places a notch in the ogre's greatclub as it blocks. The genasi tears his sword back and strikes again with his enhanced speed, tearing into the ogre's thick midsection while Aradurk catches his breath. The creature's old wounds are healing, but not keeping up with the damage being dealt.

Dwa attempts to wrap his arms around Tanakir to hold him down, but is unable to so much as budge the enhanced genasi. "What are you?" One head asks. "The potion! Damn your magic," the other responds. The creature brings its greatclub around, aiming a direct hit at Tanakir's side; his arm raises impossibly fast, at the last second, and his forearm stops the club in its tracks. Fear registers in the one of the ogre's faces, though the other simply growls and spits. 

Round 3 Order:
Aradurk and Tanakir <=====
Dwa Trollblood

Tracking:
Dwa Trollblood is wounded but his wounds are slowly healing.
Tanakir has the effects of the haste spell for 54 seconds.
Tanakir's Strength score is 25 for 59 minutes and 54 seconds.

"You will not live to regret what you have done. It's a pity."

He lashes out twice, the first time with green fire and the second with plain steel.

Attack: 24 Damage: 21

Attack: 16 Damage: 15

“Gods, what’s taking them so long?!  Someone look around to make sure we are clear, I have to keeps eyes pointed up.”  Wes barks his orders as Petunia is scrurrying around the area on the ground frantically squeaking and sniffing around.

Aradurk looks over at Tanakir: “Have we held him off long enough?”

Aradurk makes the ogre his dodge target and awaits Tanakir’s replies.

“Go, if you wish.”

"We stay or go but only as a unit."

Backing up as close to the window as he can get, Aradurk draws his bow and notches an arrow and releases at the ogre.

Attack: 16 Damage: 9

OOC: Aradurk will have to drop his longsword in order to draw his bow (interaction) and attack this turn.

DM Screen:

Greatclub vs. Tanakir: 14
Greatclub vs. Tanakir: 7

An outline of green swaths in the air from Tanakir's first heavy swing, which is too slow for the ogre. The sneer of one of its faces is quite literally wiped away as the greatsword swings back around, spraying a fresh wave of crimson onto the floor, though the wound is already beginning to close over. Aradurk fires an arrow into the ogre's back. The creature looks to the window in frustration, then slams its club into the ground twice as Tanakir easily sidesteps its attacks.

Round 4 Order:
Aradurk and Tanakir <=====
Dwa Trollblood

Tracking:
Dwa Trollblood's wounds are healing, but not keeping up.
Tanakir has the effects of the haste spell for 48 seconds.
Tanakir's Strength score is 25 for 59 minutes and 48 seconds.

Aradurk levels another arrow at the ogre:
Attack: 16 Damage: 8

Then draws back another arrow and releases:
Attack: 20 Damage: 5