"Oh you've got to be kidding me," Mindartis grunts as he grabs for his sword.

Initiative: 9

OK I guess not. Del readies his longbow, stepping back a bit. Initiative 12

Raven initiative:  17

Elwin was shocked at the sudden appearance of the satyrs. "Where the #$@! did these gits come from?!"

(( Initiative: 3 *wince* ))

"Mister Cold! Language please." Quentin says aloud as he pulls out his wand.

Initiative: 18

Satyrs initiative as a group: 4

So, the order of combat:

Raven, Quentin, Del and Mindartis can post their actions (you don't have to wait for each other.)

Then the satyrs.

Then poor Elwin and his cursed dice.

"If you can keep them away from me, I can support you from a distance with my arcane arts." Quentin tells the group as he backs away from the charging satyrs. Once 30 feet away he speaks allowed the arcane words, his wand pointed at his chest, when done he flashes a purplish color and those paying attention see what looks like arcane armor on Quentin for a second before it disappears. 

(OOC: Casted Mage Armor on myself.) 

Del looses an arrow at the leading satyr Longbow: 9 if hit damage is 10 saying Unwise, goatboys

And, as bonus action, he'll whistle a but of Summer  <Da da dah – da da dah – da da d’d’d’ditdah ditdah dah> Granting Mindartis Inspiration (any time in next 10 min you can add 1d6 to an attack, save, or check - you can roll the d20 first and decide whether to use the d6)

Mindartis pulls his greatsword from his back and charges at the Satyrs, feeling the fury of summer take over him as he fully succumbs to his rage. He slashes at the nearest Satyr.

Action: Greatsword Attack: 22 Damage: 13

Bonus Action: Rage

Raven sighs and draws out one of her short swords, moving in to the attack.  "Guessing you aren't friends then..." She says as she moves in to slice at the one being attacked with the greatsword already.

To hit:  17

Damage:  9

Sneak attack damage:  3

Quentin arms himself as Del sends an arrow whizzing just over the heads of the charging satyrs! Mindartis's mighty swing hacks into the angry Fey creature, and Raven makes an expert slash at the wounded enemy.

Satyr One is badly bloodied, and looks like he wishes he had stayed in the forest.  All the same, he continues his charge, attempting to ram one of the most dangerous-looking member of the team-- Mindartis!  Attack: 6 Damage: 9

Satyr Two targets Elwin: Attack: 20 Damage: 8

 Satyr 3, the one who shouted the command to attack, stands well back, waving his club threateningly and shouting in Sylvan. "Patterbole, what the heck was that?  My grandma could do better!  Nice one, Thistlebum! Give 'im another!"

From back in the arbor, you can hear a nervous, hushed call of "Um, Roffles....Roffles..."

(Elwin may go, after that the rest of the party can post their next actions)

Blood spurted from Elwin's side as he just barely avoided a lethal assault. Cursing himself for being so unobservant, he did his best to hobble to something of a defensive stance while glaring at his attacker. Fortunately one hand was still on his spear, ready now to strike anyone else who closed in. His other reached under his armor for a small crystal hanging from a string around his neck. He grasped it, and spoke the arcane words his patron had taught him. As he did, his eyes flashed a bright blue, and an icy mist appeared around him, quickly depositing what appeared to be frost all over his body before fading.

"You got lucky, there," he snarled as he then gripped his spear with both hands, leaving his shield covering his backpack on his back. He muttered a curse, a magical one, as he stared down the satyr and readied himself.

ACTION: Elwin will cast Armor of Agathys, giving himself 5 temporary HP, and causing melee attackers damage upon a hit.
BONUS: Elwin will activate Hexblade's Curse, giving him a bonus to damage against this target and HP if he dies.

ALSO: As a reaction, Elwin will make an Opportunity Attack against any other opponents that move within 5 feet of him. (He was too surprised by this first attacker.)

Hearing the voice being called Quentin say's allowed, "Unless you're looking for mean satyrs this is the wrong area." Before he fire's a bolt of arcane fire at the weakest looking satyr. 

Firebolt: Attack: 12 Damage: 2

Thistlebum! Del calls out Thou saucy rude-growing minnow! casting Vicious Mockery at the one by Elwin (DC13 Wisdom save or 2 psych damage plus disadvantage on next attack). He also moves near Quentin in for better mutual support if needed

"Seems like your friends don't much like the idea of this fight."  Raven says, nodding to where the one is just standing back there.  "I'll give you one chance to drop your weapons and back off..."

intimidation:  9

If not, then she will attack, drawing her second short sword to do so.

Primary hand to hit:  19

Off-hand to hit:  23  (Bonus action)

Primary damage:  6

Off-hand damage:  6

Sneak attack damage:  2

(Which satyr are you trying to intimidate?)

Mindartis growls at the Satyr tries to hit him. In Sylvan he says to the Satyr, "Because you'r friend seems to be the one edging you on, I will allow you to live on." After which he slams the flat edge of his greatsword overtop of the Satyr's head.

Greatsword Attack (nonlethal): 25 Damage: 8

Bardic Inspiration: 4

so 12 th

(If the one she is fighting is still up, then that one, if not, then the other one they are fighting.)

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Mindartis growls at the Satyr tries to hit him. In Sylvan he says to the Satyr, "Because you'r friend seems to be the one edging you on, I will allow you to live on." After which he slams the flat edge of his greatsword overtop of the Satyr's head.

Greatsword Attack (nonlethal): 11 Damage: 15

 Reminder you can add your bardic insp die after seeing the roll - I will be a nudge about this until everyone gets used to having all the bonus

The badly wounded Thistlebum stares into the cold eyes of the rogue. (Save vs intimidation: 17 ) He flings his club to the ground and runs.

(Does Del want to change his sick burn to Patterbole? the other attacks have all missed...)

Patterbole swings his club at Mindartis, without much hope in his eyes, as he sees his fellow fighter flee.

Attack: 5 Damage: 2

The boss satyr yells, "Thistlebum!  You coward!  Go on, Patterbole, you can take 'em!"

From the arbor, the voice calls out a little more insistantly, "Roooooffffllles!"

(Elwin is up, and the rest of the party after)