The pterafolk screams down at Taman, needle-beak poised to puncture his armor. "Not this time," he says, raising his right hand to deflect his assailants' attacks with swirling yellow energy; his left hand juts forth, releasing a third barrage of white-purple needles that blast through injured pterafolks abdomen. The creature slumps past him with a lurch, the hole in its chest smoking.
Fulcra glides deftly out of range of the large winged creature squawking at him; he tries to launch a mystical missile at the creature but his foot slips on a pebble and the shot goes awry.
Status:
Celtra fights an injured foe, as does Fulcra. Taman is engaged by a fresh foe back on top of the plateau; the rest of you probably wouldn't know that but would certainly think about checking on him after seeing Tasmagarra fall to outside enemies. Cimeri, Azaka, Bryn are all not engaged. Near Celtra is a (for now) sleeping pterafolk, and several injured, near death pterafolk litter the cave (2hp or less, have left combat): two near Bryn/Azaka, one near Fulcra
Celtra is up, then Bryn, Cimeri, Azaka, folk, Taman, Fulcra
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Celtra spares a brief moment to look at the surrounding enemies. Satisfied, she focuses on the one in front of her. She relaunches her attack with her blade.
Celtra's foe, off-balance, can't dodge as Bryn flings two darts from her pocket; one strikes its neck, the other its abdomen. It slumps to surrender, its claws clutching the darts poking from its body...
Cimeri spins through the air at Fulcra's enemy, moving into Whirling Dervish; her sword takes the beast in the throat and in the next instant she's clutched its beak and pulled forward, driving the point out the back of the neck. She stands breathing heavily, staring down as the blood pumps from the dying creature.
"Robes!" shouts Azaka, sprinting past Fulcra and Cimeri to the stone chimney and begins wriggling back up to the surface.
****
On the surface, the pterafolk rears back to shred Taman...
The pterafolk rages against Taman's magic shield; it gets close with its beak, thrusting it hard enough to pierce the barrier, but Taman catches the beak in his hands. With a shake of his head, "Not quite, friend..." Another barrage of white-purple needles explode into the creature's mouth from Taman's hands. It stumbles back, clutching its smoking maw...and looks at you with rage, ready to kill...
[Fulcra, want to change your action? No enemies left in the cave. Then Celtra Bryn Cimeri etc.]
Celtra looks at Bryn, surprised at the Pterafolk, as the darts struck it. She gives a nod of thanks until Azaka yells out. Knowing she cant climb the chimney nearly as well, she rushes to the entrance she came though.
If she can see the Pterafolk, she will slice at the creature launching the eldritch blast.
Attack: 12 Damage: 2
----Adjusted action---
Getting to the entrance, Celtra cant see signs of the combat above but guesses she needs to go topside to help out. Sheathing her sword, she loops it around her waist, if it's not already, and begins her ascent.
Fulcra stands there in the shadows of the cave. The combat around him seemed rapid and fierce. He watches as Celtra and Bryn races out the mouth of the cave, and Azaka leaps into the chimney to climb to Taman's aid. He waits a moment for Cimeri to follow out of the cave until he's left alone. He looks around at the bodies strewn about the cave in various states. He makes a "tsk, tsk" noise and goes about murdering the injured Pterafolk, blasting them one after another with his eldritch blasts. "You know..." he says, to the cave filled with only moaning dying creatures, "..I don't think I'm really counting any of these as Azaka's or Celtra's. I'm pretty sure I'm going to win this bet. Lucky them I'm the sorta guy who will let them have their pretend victory over one another. Nope, not a glory hog at all." ZAP. "Not me." ZAP. "But, I do know a thing or two about letting enemies live." ZAP. "You do that, and next week, or next month, or next year, or fifteen years from now there's someone you don't..." ZAP "...recognize standing over your bloody dying body saying something like, 'i'm Inigo Montoyo, you killed my father, prepare to die...." ZAP. "Or whatever an ugly giant bird thing would say...you catch my drift."
He looks around, making sure to leave the sleeping one alive. Nodding in a satisfied manner, he begins to bind it with rope.
The pterafolk, injured and sensing more foes, launches into the air, flapping its wings in a windy fury; it seems to be trying to get altitude straight up.
[Taman, attack of opportunity, then your normal attack. Fulcra will then begin his actions in the cave]
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Taman sends a trio of magic missile into the injured one.
Force Damage: 11
The pterafolk screams down at Taman, needle-beak poised to puncture his armor. "Not this time," he says, raising his right hand to deflect his assailants' attacks with swirling yellow energy; his left hand juts forth, releasing a third barrage of white-purple needles that blast through injured pterafolks abdomen. The creature slumps past him with a lurch, the hole in its chest smoking.
Attack of Opportunity, Fulcra
6
5
Fulcra glides deftly out of range of the large winged creature squawking at him; he tries to launch a mystical missile at the creature but his foot slips on a pebble and the shot goes awry.
Status:
Celtra fights an injured foe, as does Fulcra. Taman is engaged by a fresh foe back on top of the plateau; the rest of you probably wouldn't know that but would certainly think about checking on him after seeing Tasmagarra fall to outside enemies. Cimeri, Azaka, Bryn are all not engaged. Near Celtra is a (for now) sleeping pterafolk, and several injured, near death pterafolk litter the cave (2hp or less, have left combat): two near Bryn/Azaka, one near Fulcra
Celtra is up, then Bryn, Cimeri, Azaka, folk, Taman, Fulcra
Celtra spares a brief moment to look at the surrounding enemies. Satisfied, she focuses on the one in front of her. She relaunches her attack with her blade.
Attack: 21 Damage: 6
If bless is still up 3
Oh ya! Bless. Add 3 to the original attack role of 8.
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Now that’s funny. Still a miss.
As fatigue sets in, Celtra’s muscles begin to slow; her attack just misses the bleeding Pterafolk...
Taman casts a 2nd-level magic missile into the one he's fighting's face.
Force damage: 15
Since only one enemy was left in "their" part of the cave, Cimeri tried to finish him off before moving any further (attack Fulcra's pterafolk?) :
Short sword: Attack: 7 Damage: 6
Unarmed: Attack: 9 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
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With one swift motion, Bryn will whip out a couple darts, aiming for the near dead Pterafolk.
Attack 1: 12 Damage: 6
Attack 2: 24 Damage: 4
just an unstable unicorn.
Celtra's foe, off-balance, can't dodge as Bryn flings two darts from her pocket; one strikes its neck, the other its abdomen. It slumps to surrender, its claws clutching the darts poking from its body...
Cimeri spins through the air at Fulcra's enemy, moving into Whirling Dervish; her sword takes the beast in the throat and in the next instant she's clutched its beak and pulled forward, driving the point out the back of the neck. She stands breathing heavily, staring down as the blood pumps from the dying creature.
"Robes!" shouts Azaka, sprinting past Fulcra and Cimeri to the stone chimney and begins wriggling back up to the surface.
****
On the surface, the pterafolk rears back to shred Taman...
'Folk
A: 7 D: 8
A: 5 D: 3
A: 23 D: 5
Taman will cast shield if any hit.
The pterafolk rages against Taman's magic shield; it gets close with its beak, thrusting it hard enough to pierce the barrier, but Taman catches the beak in his hands. With a shake of his head, "Not quite, friend..." Another barrage of white-purple needles explode into the creature's mouth from Taman's hands. It stumbles back, clutching its smoking maw...and looks at you with rage, ready to kill...
[Fulcra, want to change your action? No enemies left in the cave. Then Celtra Bryn Cimeri etc.]
Celtra looks at Bryn, surprised at the Pterafolk, as the darts struck it. She gives a nod of thanks until Azaka yells out. Knowing she cant climb the chimney nearly as well, she rushes to the entrance she came though.
If she can see the Pterafolk, she will slice at the creature launching the eldritch blast.
Attack: 12 Damage: 2
----Adjusted action---
Getting to the entrance, Celtra cant see signs of the combat above but guesses she needs to go topside to help out. Sheathing her sword, she loops it around her waist, if it's not already, and begins her ascent.
Athletics: 12
Fulcra stands there in the shadows of the cave. The combat around him seemed rapid and fierce. He watches as Celtra and Bryn races out the mouth of the cave, and Azaka leaps into the chimney to climb to Taman's aid. He waits a moment for Cimeri to follow out of the cave until he's left alone. He looks around at the bodies strewn about the cave in various states. He makes a "tsk, tsk" noise and goes about murdering the injured Pterafolk, blasting them one after another with his eldritch blasts. "You know..." he says, to the cave filled with only moaning dying creatures, "..I don't think I'm really counting any of these as Azaka's or Celtra's. I'm pretty sure I'm going to win this bet. Lucky them I'm the sorta guy who will let them have their pretend victory over one another. Nope, not a glory hog at all." ZAP. "Not me." ZAP. "But, I do know a thing or two about letting enemies live." ZAP. "You do that, and next week, or next month, or next year, or fifteen years from now there's someone you don't..." ZAP "...recognize standing over your bloody dying body saying something like, 'i'm Inigo Montoyo, you killed my father, prepare to die...." ZAP. "Or whatever an ugly giant bird thing would say...you catch my drift."
He looks around, making sure to leave the sleeping one alive. Nodding in a satisfied manner, he begins to bind it with rope.
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Bryn may as well follow suit behind Celtra/Cimeri.
just an unstable unicorn.
Celtra's forearms bunch and cord as she swiftly works her way up to the sound of fighting above. [One more round of climbing to go]
[Bryn pls give me an athletics check
She can reach the top in 1 round with an Athletics DC of 22 (you're hauling ass).
16-21 = two rounds
6-15 = three rounds
less than 6 = Dex save or follow Tasmagarra down, down down...
Cimeri, you still have another round to go; Azaka's head has just breached the top, she can see Taman and the 'Folk battling]
The pterafolk, injured and sensing more foes, launches into the air, flapping its wings in a windy fury; it seems to be trying to get altitude straight up.
[Taman, attack of opportunity, then your normal attack. Fulcra will then begin his actions in the cave]