Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
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Vanzaren's eyes narrow at the drow-now-dwarf, "I'll deal with you in a moment," he turns to the King and wolf, swinging his sword in front of him and summoning 4 daggers made of force, sending them flying at King Grol.
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
The magic daggers smash into the bugbear lordling, who gives out a great shout and crumples on the stone floor of his chambers with a resounding thud.
The blond dwarf - formerly female drow - rushes to his brother's aid: "Gundren ! Gun, are you okay, brother, this is me, Nundro ! I have to... Eeeaaaargh !"
He falls on the ground holding his head, and writhing in pain.
The wolf in his corner, lays down and puts his head between his paws, then gets back up again and starts pacing along the wall, obviously confused and distressed.
' Rogues Will Be Rogues ' (Circle of Fives Admission Rules, § 6 par. IV)
" Put It Down. Now. Or Be Sorry. " (D. Khar-Errendis' Reported Tips For Curing Soul Ailments And Assorted Bad Behaviours, v. LIV p.XIII)
" Tween thisThy and yonThou, shall I prove to Thee that these art what thou dost see ? " (Grimoire of The Great Pananthyr)
" This One has said enough. Now, we fight. This way please ?" (8th Grade Bronze Disciple Raulnar Drohjo, Way of the Open Palm)
Rigel checks on Gundren. "We're the Phandalin 5 and we've come to get you out. Sildar sent us. Are you okay? Do you know this dwarf? To the rest he says as he points to the drow/dwarf" Subdue that one until we figure out the truth.!"
**This Space for Rent**
Vanzaren raises an eye, before sheathing his blade. He unclips his spellbook from it's belt holder and flips it open, skimming the detect magic ritual before beginning to perform it.
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
Rigel makes his request, but at least one person, noone is home to answer. Even after King Grol collapsed to the ground, rather than beginning to calm down at the site, "Marcon" seems to only grow more agitated by the second. He turns one way ready to tear into the Drow, only to be left confused seeing them no longer in the space they were in last he saw. Then, at least some Then... it's hard to say what really caused him to zero in on Nundro.
Perhaps Rigel's word had landed in some fashion..
Perhaps some memory of the shift out the corner of the eyes had came to the forefront...
Or Perhaps it was the sight of the dwarf squirming in pain at the ground that stirred the more predatory side out of Marcon...
Either which way, the look on his face showed no semblance of compassion or obedience to any command; only wrathful and murderous...
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Garet in his turn rushes to the room with cry "Surrender or yoooouuuu willl .." as he looks confused around "d..die??". He will spend rest of his "action" to calm the wolf and move poor animal to the exit of this chamber
Ronk reaches his hand out to the wolf as it passes, letting it get his scent if it wants. He turns back to Nundro and sees Marcon's face. "Uh-oh... Uhhh... Guys? Problem." Ronk eases himself between Marcon and Nundro. "Just, um. Just gonna stand... Here for a bit..."
??? Save(DC 15): 10.
Marcon looks about ready to start frothing at the mouth as the seconds tick by, and peripheral vision began to dim in focus until practically only Nundro occupied much of his vision. At least until Ronk stepped in the most direct view, eliciting a feral growl in his direction. Seeing, however, that no further aggressive move on the bugbear's part is made, he growls out what almost sounds like a word, poised himself as if to spring, and then... leapt over to Grol's right side just to get at Nundro.
And without missing a beat, he tried to kick him hard in the side, adding to the pain, before then kneeling to grab his neck and pin him down against the ground. Once a hand is locked onto his throat, there is no letting go. While the more preternatural aspects of his rage might begin to subside after having run into 'unsatisfactory prey', Marcon's expression remained stuck as a murderous mask.
Unbeknown to any, soon another face had begun to overlay itself with that of Nundro. A younger boy's face that between the blonde hair, blue eyes, and rounded cheeks would be almost cherubic. But he knew the monster behind the face. How it teased... how it threatened... He remembered all to clearly the little gang the same face had gotten together to hurt another.
No... this time for sure he'd finish the job...
Movement: To Grol's Space.
Action: Punch at Nundro.
[Lethal]Unarmed Strike - Attack: 19 Damage: 7 non-magical bludgeoning.
(adv. from Prone target.)
Bonus Action(if hit): Tavern Brawler Grappling on Nundro - Athletics: 22 vs Nundro's Athletics or Acrobatics.
End Turn: (if Nundro still not considered "hostile", benefits of rage ends.)
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
The prostrate dwarf gurgles in pain and shock as the farm boy's fists smash into him, leaving his face a bloodied mess. He whimpers and keeps covering his head with his arms, feebly moaning... whether it be from the sheer violence of the recent attack, or from another source - like the mysterious and sudden fit he fell prey to, just before Marcon jumped on him - remains hard to say.
Gundren was slowly getting back to his feet and getting back to his senses when he witnessed the scene.
"NUN ? NUN, IS THAT REALLY YOU ? Oi, you... leave my brother be, ye BIG GOBSHYTE, ye !" he screamed, as he attempted to shove the barbarian back with as much strength as his weakened state could muster.
Gundren - Shove Action on Marcon, Athletics 23 .
Gundren will now join the Combat Round: Initiative is 1
Nundro - remains prone, takes the Dodge action for next round.
' Rogues Will Be Rogues ' (Circle of Fives Admission Rules, § 6 par. IV)
" Put It Down. Now. Or Be Sorry. " (D. Khar-Errendis' Reported Tips For Curing Soul Ailments And Assorted Bad Behaviours, v. LIV p.XIII)
" Tween thisThy and yonThou, shall I prove to Thee that these art what thou dost see ? " (Grimoire of The Great Pananthyr)
" This One has said enough. Now, we fight. This way please ?" (8th Grade Bronze Disciple Raulnar Drohjo, Way of the Open Palm)
Marcon's Contested Athletic Check vs Gundren(14): 18.
??? Save(DC 13): 19.
Despite all his fury, a brother's righteous anger proves enough to at least shove him back. He hits the back of the wall. Unfortunately, even if the brief shock does little more than earn bared teeth and growls in return.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
"Hey. No. No." Ronk steps in and puts an arm around Marcon to restrain him. "Play nice."
Athletics check to grapple Marcon: 20
The dwarf's surprisingly vigorous push manages to get Marcon away from his younger brother's curled up body. He stares at the barbarian, his face exhausted but determined:
"You bleedin stay off 'im, ye hear me ?" he growls.
Marcon is shoved back 5 feet south, moving back and right against the wall (he is NOT prone, though).
' Rogues Will Be Rogues ' (Circle of Fives Admission Rules, § 6 par. IV)
" Put It Down. Now. Or Be Sorry. " (D. Khar-Errendis' Reported Tips For Curing Soul Ailments And Assorted Bad Behaviours, v. LIV p.XIII)
" Tween thisThy and yonThou, shall I prove to Thee that these art what thou dost see ? " (Grimoire of The Great Pananthyr)
" This One has said enough. Now, we fight. This way please ?" (8th Grade Bronze Disciple Raulnar Drohjo, Way of the Open Palm)
"Gentlemen, can you please calm down," Vanzaren says from where he's preforming his ritual. "You're ruining my concentration."
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
Marcon's Contested Athletic Check vs Ronk(20): 25.
The human isn't having it. Before the Bugbear can even get a good hold on the half-dazed ex-farmhand, he's shrugging him off with a snarl. "No! NOT AGAIN! I won't let it happen again!" He barks back, heedless of any concern of outside dangers.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Insight: 10
Rigel is taken aback for a moment as Gundren jumps to Nundros aid. Springing to Ronks aid the ranger cries out
"Hey! Enough you two!
Casting a side eyed look at Nundro/drow the ranger continues in a more subdued tone,
" Gundren I'm sorry but we can't trust this is your Brother yet. I saw the transformation from Drow to dwarf. We know not what magiks Glasstaff has at his disposal. This could be a trick. Let our friend Van do his work before we fight amongst ourselves.
**This Space for Rent**
"What part of silence do you not understand?" Van sighs.
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
[In his turn or something like that] Garet will return to check if rest of his group is ok as soon as he give a good old "Pat Pat" to the wolf
Gundren stands over his brother's prostrate form, still giving Marcon a dark look and not letting his eyes off the savage-looking lad, as he purposefully picks up King Grol's morningstar and weighs it in his hands. You notice the dwarf's face is badly bruised, his clothes and ringmail armor stained with dried blood and smudged with caked mud, dirt and leaves.
He turns around and adresses the group, looking discheveled and still groggy, but determined:
"Yiz may be right, but I won't have nay harm come te him, be it from this lout here, or any of ye. Who's yiz anyway ?"
As he speaks, you notice the way his eyes rove around the room, seemingly trying to find something...
(END OF INITIATIVE)
UNDISCLOSED ROLLS: 5 18
' Rogues Will Be Rogues ' (Circle of Fives Admission Rules, § 6 par. IV)
" Put It Down. Now. Or Be Sorry. " (D. Khar-Errendis' Reported Tips For Curing Soul Ailments And Assorted Bad Behaviours, v. LIV p.XIII)
" Tween thisThy and yonThou, shall I prove to Thee that these art what thou dost see ? " (Grimoire of The Great Pananthyr)
" This One has said enough. Now, we fight. This way please ?" (8th Grade Bronze Disciple Raulnar Drohjo, Way of the Open Palm)
Gently and quietly as possible, so as not to disturb Van, Rigel puts away his axes and removes the map case he's been carrying since finding Sildar in the cave.
"As I said Sildar sent us to find you or more pointedly to rescue you. I recovered this when we rescued him from of this ones minions."
Rigel gives Grol a light kick as he moves to place Gundrens map case at Gundrens feet.
"Here this is yours I would presume. I assume your looking for Tharden. (Gundrens other brother) We haven't seen him and again I'm not entirely sure this one is Nundro. We're not here to harm you or your brothers, should this be one of them. Please help us settle this situation. Perhaps you can help us discern beyond doubt that this is indeed your brother."
Rigel gives the drow/dwarf an icy glare as he finishes.
Persuasion (just in case): 7
OCC: well so much for that hahaha. So basically the opposite just happened and now old Gundren probably thinks we tortured and killed Sildar.
**This Space for Rent**
Despite the admonishment and the demands, the words only seem to fall on deaf ears still when it came to Marcon. As much ire is directed at him, he only the same for Nundro as he struggled to free himself of Ronk's grip. This at least goes on for a good long few moments without further physical intervention. As neither restraint or previous attempts seem to do more than aggravate him further, if anything at all. Fortunately, before he got it in his mind to start clawing and biting at Ronk a last ditch attempt at freedom, the last remnants of Marcon's transformation begins to shrink and fade until but a shadow of its former self; still dangerous with the smallest effort, but at least not as monstrous.
At its end, a final tremble is followed by him going nearly dead weight in Ronk's arm. If let go at that point, then he at least as the sense of mind to stumble and catch himself. But either way, in place of all that murderous rage and hatred is only confusion and wariness as he looks around.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.