As heads bob and weave back and forth in the fray of battle, Rigel's axe splits the brief, narrow emptiness right down the middle and clangs against the stone wall at the back of the room.
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Ronk coughs softly by Vanzaren's ear. "Excuse me." The bugbear's sword zips past the wizard to strike at the Redbrand. "And excuse me again." A furry fist shoots past Van's head.
Shortsword attack on R2: 7 Damage on hit - 5 Piercing
Unarmed Strike on R2: 18 Damage on hit - 5 Bludgeoning
Too slow. Their responses was far too slow, and so Marcon acted in a rush, blitzing the one already injured by his initial assault with strikes mercifully aimed at the extremities. This one would he would see fall as bloodlessly as possible, but fall all the same. The moment in which he did, farmer would stand over their body, growling menacingly at the sole remaining brand.
Realizing he won't be able to get around Ronk and Vanzaren, Rigel decides to try another way. Hoping the secret door might offer another way into the barracks, Rigel dashes to the entrance and pulls it open.
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The dart smacks squarely into the Redbrand's forehead, eliciting a howl from the man as he looks up at the protruding feathered projectile. Furious, he locks eyes on Ronk and tries to push his way past Marcon to get to the "bugbear in the bathrobe..."
Strength (Athletics) contest: Redbrand 2 vs. Marcon 7
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In the state Marcon is in, there's not even a sympathetic grimace for the poor Redbrand. After the failed attempt at shoving him aside, a move that earned a snapping of teeth to add upon the failure, refusal to heed the firbolg's words was enough. The closest he came to care was in trying battering at the man's leg with the first full body sweep of the axe, then come around with the othe's head with the flat side in hopes of putting an end to the charade. If he should fell the brand then and there, a still heavily breathing Marcon stood over him, teeth still bared and looking as if debating whether to finish off the man.
"Colors... need... keep.. clean..."He uttered between clenched teeth.
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Rigel swiftly but stealthily moves down to the corner. Peeking around the bend. If no one is there he'll continue down the passage to the full extent of his movement looking for any indication of a door that will lead him back into the barracks.
Vanzaren stows his sword, "Well that came out of nowhere, we might want to be careful. We are in enemy territory after all." With that, he inspects the redbrands to see if they have anything they can try to blend in with.
Marcon continues to stand over the bodies, breathing heavily, and flexing his fingers as he held murderous implements. If noone interjects in the next few moments, a tense silence from at least the farmer's part passes prior to things normalizing. When the do, he has to rub his head a few times. "Sorry.... Sorry.. Guess I kinda lost my cool there fer a hot sec." He lets out a mirthless chuckle. "But yea... I kept try'na signal ya'll that I heard somethin'. But, none of ya were pay'n it much mind. Well, 'cept Big Guy... sorta." He offers Garet an apologetic grin that soon turned into a grimace.
"Oof. Messed me quite a bit tho' they did. I could use a hot second to cool down. But first, let's take off these guy's close at least. Room too... And where's--Oh! There ya are. Yea, I'll be fine once I put some bandages to 'em." He while at least started stripping the unconscious brands of their clothing alongside Van.
As heads bob and weave back and forth in the fray of battle, Rigel's axe splits the brief, narrow emptiness right down the middle and clangs against the stone wall at the back of the room.
Vanzaren takes another swing at him with his scimitar, humming along with the song he hears.
Action: Scimitar Attack: 11 Damage: 6
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
Again, the nimble ruffian (R2) avoids Vanzaren's blade thrusts.
Meanwhile, R3 continues to press the fight to Marcon (multi-attack, with DISADV due to dodge):
R2 quickly repositions and turns his attacks toward Vanzaren (multi-attack):
Ronk coughs softly by Vanzaren's ear. "Excuse me." The bugbear's sword zips past the wizard to strike at the Redbrand. "And excuse me again." A furry fist shoots past Van's head.
Shortsword attack on R2: 7 Damage on hit - 5 Piercing
Unarmed Strike on R2: 18 Damage on hit - 5 Bludgeoning
Extra d6 for the Shortsword crit: 6
R1 backs up his comrade to keep pressure on Marcon (multi-attack, with DISADV due to dodge):
Garet will shout 'S..surrender t.thug! Or you will end l..like your friend!'
Ready action : crossbow attack at the visible redband if he makes a hostile move
Too slow. Their responses was far too slow, and so Marcon acted in a rush, blitzing the one already injured by his initial assault with strikes mercifully aimed at the extremities. This one would he would see fall as bloodlessly as possible, but fall all the same. The moment in which he did, farmer would stand over their body, growling menacingly at the sole remaining brand.
Action: [Main-Hand,Reckless,Non-lethal]Handaxe - Attack: 16 Damage: 6 non-magical slashing damage at Redbrand3.
Bonus Action: [Off-hand,Reckless,Non-lethal]Handaxe - Attack: 25 Damage: 7 non-magical slashing damage at Redbrand3(or 1, 3 is dropped)
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Realizing he won't be able to get around Ronk and Vanzaren, Rigel decides to try another way. Hoping the secret door might offer another way into the barracks, Rigel dashes to the entrance and pulls it open.
**This Space for Rent**
R3 goes down in a heap and R1 realizes the tide of battle has turned against his favor all too late and takes a vicious handaxe to the ribs.
Opening the secret door fully, Rigel finds a hallway that continues straight for about 25 feet before turning a corner to the right (north).
Vanzaren dodges any incoming attacks.
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
Ronk mutters a "Pardon." as he shoulders past Vanzaren, stands over the corpse of R2, and flings a dart at the remaining thug.
Action: Dart Attack on R1: 17 - Damage on hit: 7
The dart smacks squarely into the Redbrand's forehead, eliciting a howl from the man as he looks up at the protruding feathered projectile. Furious, he locks eyes on Ronk and tries to push his way past Marcon to get to the "bugbear in the bathrobe..."
Strength (Athletics) contest: Redbrand 2 vs. Marcon 7
'Oh well' Garet gasps. He will move close to Vanzaren and pat him on shoulder 'it should help you a little'
Spell 'Guidance'
In the state Marcon is in, there's not even a sympathetic grimace for the poor Redbrand. After the failed attempt at shoving him aside, a move that earned a snapping of teeth to add upon the failure, refusal to heed the firbolg's words was enough. The closest he came to care was in trying battering at the man's leg with the first full body sweep of the axe, then come around with the othe's head with the flat side in hopes of putting an end to the charade. If he should fell the brand then and there, a still heavily breathing Marcon stood over him, teeth still bared and looking as if debating whether to finish off the man.
"Colors... need... keep.. clean..." He uttered between clenched teeth.
Action: [Main-Hand,Reckless,Non-lethal]Handaxe - Attack: 22 Damage: 9 non-magical slashing damage at Redbrand3.
Bonus Action: [Off-hand,Reckless,Non-lethal]Handaxe - Attack: 19 Damage: 4 non-magical slashing damage at Redbrand3(or 1, 3 is dropped)
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Rigel swiftly but stealthily moves down to the corner. Peeking around the bend.
If no one is there he'll continue down the passage to the full extent of his movement looking for any indication of a door that will lead him back into the barracks.
Stealth= 13
**This Space for Rent**
The last ruffian collapses to the floor after being struck by Marcon's handaxe
END OF INITIATIVE
Moving around a twisting corridor, Rigel finds that the secret passage leads to a large open area
Vanzaren stows his sword, "Well that came out of nowhere, we might want to be careful. We are in enemy territory after all." With that, he inspects the redbrands to see if they have anything they can try to blend in with.
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
Seeing that this route won't get him back into the fight, Rigel turns and sprints back to the original room.
Skidding to a stop he calls to the others,
"Everyone alright?"
**This Space for Rent**
Marcon continues to stand over the bodies, breathing heavily, and flexing his fingers as he held murderous implements. If noone interjects in the next few moments, a tense silence from at least the farmer's part passes prior to things normalizing. When the do, he has to rub his head a few times. "Sorry.... Sorry.. Guess I kinda lost my cool there fer a hot sec." He lets out a mirthless chuckle. "But yea... I kept try'na signal ya'll that I heard somethin'. But, none of ya were pay'n it much mind. Well, 'cept Big Guy... sorta." He offers Garet an apologetic grin that soon turned into a grimace.
"Oof. Messed me quite a bit tho' they did. I could use a hot second to cool down. But first, let's take off these guy's close at least. Room too... And where's--Oh! There ya are. Yea, I'll be fine once I put some bandages to 'em." He while at least started stripping the unconscious brands of their clothing alongside Van.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.