Sam will attempt to rally next to Torke, drawing his longsword but trying to remain impartial for the time being. He also readies an action if anyone in the party is attacked.
Sam will attempt to rally next to Torke, drawing his longsword but trying to remain impartial for the time being. He also readies an action if anyone in the party is attacked.
"There is clearly some parts of this scheme that we do not know. Stay cautious." Torke says in reply to Sam's movement, though not making eye-contact as he continues focus on his spell. Wearing only leather armor, it is clear that his intent is to stay out of melee combat for his lack of protection does not account much if he is to take a blow.
(Sam failed the enhanced gust and was moved pretty much directly where Torke is on map after Torkes turn)
(Torke resisted the gust but moved pretty much the same direction and distance as Sam because of where they were. On the square Torke pointed too, he is on the left, Sam is on the right.)
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
The dragon's gust blows everyone except Frostbite and Torke town the bridge pathway. As Angvald began his mad dash into the gust, Frostbite tipped his open back with his blade, causing Angvald to lose footing at the end of his dash and forcing him back with the gale.
Prosinet and Sam fall twenty feet to become parallel with Frostbite and Angvald, Torke moves to join them a second later.
Angvald doesn't try to hit Frostbite this time, instead once again moving to grab his lance. [Frostbite attack of opporunity, Angvald then moves 40 feet up to his lance]
The dragon responds by targeting him with its breath weapon and unleashing a powerful frozen storm!
Angvald Constitution Save: 13
46
The powerful blasts freezes Angvald to the bridge, encasing him in a solid block of ice.
Frostbite's ax dug deep through the middle of the other, creating a massive X on the warriors back just below the thick of the neck. He struggled to maintain his dash and succeded in landing on his lance, ripping it from the Rune Keeper's shoulder sending the wizard plummeting to the ground alongside him as he feel.
The dragon inhaled a mighty gale force and blew a hurricane of frost back down upon him. As he felt the icy grip crack and freeze his fingers, the scale mail on his chest remained steadfast. His face exposed, however, and the life draining from his back, the final seconds of the blizzard brought him into unconscious...
Angvald takes his legendary action,
Dragon Hunter: If you are brought to unconsciousness by a dragon's tail, wing, or, breath attack, wake up and do not drop below 1 hp till your next turn. Make an attack on the same dragon before then. If you sustain lethal damage during that time, die on your next turn. 1\1
Frostbite stalks up to his prey. The heat once more assaulting him as the dragon's breath starts to melt off him like steam. The man is still alive. Surely that attack should have killed anything caught in it. The thought but a distant echo as he raises his Greataxe to attack once more.
(Greataxe w/ Reckless and Rage) Attack: 11 Damage: 10
Torke loses his reaction as he somehow did not expect either the dragon or the mountainous man to not take hostile action to his companions, losing his concentration of his held spell.
[Torke's thoughts]
Torke disagrees with his group's actions, for once. Looking to the mountainous man, he wonders at what Mr. Wilcox had left out for them to know with his vague explanations, thinking about their current predicament of being thrust into combat without information, yet FrostBite clearly seems to know more than his companions do. Despite this, he aims not to kill the man to perhaps gleam more than to senselessly kill him without abandon.
Movement: Brandishing his longsword, in fleet—footed movement, he takes roughly around 20 feet to be infront of the group's opponent: the rather large entity, wielding the longsword, daring himself to be in its way to an extent above his normal procedure in battle.
Action: With a one-handed grip of hesitation, Torke forms a quick cutting motion to follow through with his party's assault, yet his intent is not to kill but rather in an attempt to exhaust the warrior's stamina or strike them somewhere on its body to not direct a cut to a vital organ, or so it is interpreted by Torke.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Frostbite is the first to run into the blizzard, its blusterous force begin to slow. He slammed his axe into the man's back, cracking and spreading the armor there.
Sam is close behind, the gale finally petering out. his overhead strike landing on the man's color bone.
Prosinet looks left to right as the solid block of ice that was Angvald shatters open, blowing frostbite and torke back five feet with his lance flying out like a cannonball.
Angvald: 25
He missed. The lance sails well passed the dragon, landing somewhere near the town and he drops to his knees.
Torke walks up behind him, sees that he is still alive and clearly wants to keep fighting. He slices the back of his calf muscle, and the warriror drops to his forearms gasping for air.
He looks back at Torke. There is a sense of injustice. Of misunderstanding.
Angvald takes his last breath, then collapses on the floor, dead.
The dragon lands, its massive form not having been delayed in the slightest by all the commotion. It looks over to Torke, Sam, and Frostbite, in triumph. Before your eyes, a heavy mists comes down, and the heat and light that had once separated this valley appear to disappear. As if winter has set in early, all around you has become darker and colder. The mists grows thickest around the dragon, briefly obscuring vision of it. The winds whip violently for a moment around it, then a young elf girl with dark blue hair and pale white-blue skin rushes out to check on the Rune Keeper.
Sam picks up the warriors long arm and immediately feels the weight of ten similar weapons. He struggles to lift it a bit bringing it upright to admire the craftsmanship. Whoever made this has the ability to craft a metal that is unknown to you. It maintains a texture of wrought iron and a weight to match something many times its size. The tip is unblemished, as if it has never struck anything, and had been polished that morning. There are strange markings all about the shaft handle.
This is a Dragon Hunter's Lance. It is a +1 Lance with a special property.
Sam will attempt to rally next to Torke, drawing his longsword but trying to remain impartial for the time being. He also readies an action if anyone in the party is attacked.
DM - Above & Below
"There is clearly some parts of this scheme that we do not know. Stay cautious." Torke says in reply to Sam's movement, though not making eye-contact as he continues focus on his spell. Wearing only leather armor, it is clear that his intent is to stay out of melee combat for his lack of protection does not account much if he is to take a blow.
(Sam failed the enhanced gust and was moved pretty much directly where Torke is on map after Torkes turn)
(Torke resisted the gust but moved pretty much the same direction and distance as Sam because of where they were. On the square Torke pointed too, he is on the left, Sam is on the right.)
(My bad, I was going to call it out sooner since I checked the squares which I should have done. I'll settle for the placement you gave though))
Prosinet str save 9
Trumann Bloth | Loxodon Grave Cleric | War of the Green
Prosinet Fizzlepurtet | Gnome Wizard | The Wilcox Experiment
The dragon's gust blows everyone except Frostbite and Torke town the bridge pathway. As Angvald began his mad dash into the gust, Frostbite tipped his open back with his blade, causing Angvald to lose footing at the end of his dash and forcing him back with the gale.
Prosinet and Sam fall twenty feet to become parallel with Frostbite and Angvald, Torke moves to join them a second later.
[Round 1: Anvald -19 health, Frostbite -2]
[Round 2: start]
Current Locations: https://imgur.com/a/dsgDgoN
Angvald doesn't try to hit Frostbite this time, instead once again moving to grab his lance. [Frostbite attack of opporunity, Angvald then moves 40 feet up to his lance]
The dragon responds by targeting him with its breath weapon and unleashing a powerful frozen storm!
Angvald Constitution Save: 13
46
The powerful blasts freezes Angvald to the bridge, encasing him in a solid block of ice.
The dragon rears back to strike.
FrostBite Swings his Axe once again as the colossal man runs away from him.
(AOO Attack: 20 Damage: 12Greataxe w/ Reckless and Rage)
Frostbite's ax dug deep through the middle of the other, creating a massive X on the warriors back just below the thick of the neck. He struggled to maintain his dash and succeded in landing on his lance, ripping it from the Rune Keeper's shoulder sending the wizard plummeting to the ground alongside him as he feel.
The dragon inhaled a mighty gale force and blew a hurricane of frost back down upon him. As he felt the icy grip crack and freeze his fingers, the scale mail on his chest remained steadfast. His face exposed, however, and the life draining from his back, the final seconds of the blizzard brought him into unconscious...
Angvald takes his legendary action,
Dragon Hunter: If you are brought to unconsciousness by a dragon's tail, wing, or, breath attack, wake up and do not drop below 1 hp till your next turn. Make an attack on the same dragon before then. If you sustain lethal damage during that time, die on your next turn. 1\1
[Group's turn]
FrostBite | Dragonborn Barbarian | Rage 2/3 | Cold Breath (Con 12) 1/1
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Frostbite stalks up to his prey. The heat once more assaulting him as the dragon's breath starts to melt off him like steam. The man is still alive. Surely that attack should have killed anything caught in it. The thought but a distant echo as he raises his Greataxe to attack once more.
(Greataxe w/ Reckless and Rage) Attack: 11 Damage: 10
Does that kill him? Sam didn't know what to do anyway, haha.
DM - Above & Below
He's still alive, for now
Prosinet has no idea what is going on. He mostly cowers behind Sam, and just watches confused.
Trumann Bloth | Loxodon Grave Cleric | War of the Green
Prosinet Fizzlepurtet | Gnome Wizard | The Wilcox Experiment
Never liking inaction for long, Sam rushing forward to support his ally FrostBite. He swings his longsword overhead...
Attack: 19 Damage: 10
DM - Above & Below
Torke Aldrehas
Torke loses his reaction as he somehow did not expect either the dragon or the mountainous man to not take hostile action to his companions, losing his concentration of his held spell.
[Torke's thoughts]
Torke disagrees with his group's actions, for once. Looking to the mountainous man, he wonders at what Mr. Wilcox had left out for them to know with his vague explanations, thinking about their current predicament of being thrust into combat without information, yet FrostBite clearly seems to know more than his companions do. Despite this, he aims not to kill the man to perhaps gleam more than to senselessly kill him without abandon.
Movement: Brandishing his longsword, in fleet—footed movement, he takes roughly around 20 feet to be infront of the group's opponent: the rather large entity, wielding the longsword, daring himself to be in its way to an extent above his normal procedure in battle.
Action: With a one-handed grip of hesitation, Torke forms a quick cutting motion to follow through with his party's assault, yet his intent is not to kill but rather in an attempt to exhaust the warrior's stamina or strike them somewhere on its body to not direct a cut to a vital organ, or so it is interpreted by Torke.
LongswordTo hit: roll value - 13 Damage roll: 10
Frostbite is the first to run into the blizzard, its blusterous force begin to slow. He slammed his axe into the man's back, cracking and spreading the armor there.
Sam is close behind, the gale finally petering out. his overhead strike landing on the man's color bone.
Prosinet looks left to right as the solid block of ice that was Angvald shatters open, blowing frostbite and torke back five feet with his lance flying out like a cannonball.
Angvald: 25
He missed. The lance sails well passed the dragon, landing somewhere near the town and he drops to his knees.
Torke walks up behind him, sees that he is still alive and clearly wants to keep fighting. He slices the back of his calf muscle, and the warriror drops to his forearms gasping for air.
He looks back at Torke. There is a sense of injustice. Of misunderstanding.
Angvald takes his last breath, then collapses on the floor, dead.
[Combat over]
The dragon lands, its massive form not having been delayed in the slightest by all the commotion. It looks over to Torke, Sam, and Frostbite, in triumph. Before your eyes, a heavy mists comes down, and the heat and light that had once separated this valley appear to disappear. As if winter has set in early, all around you has become darker and colder. The mists grows thickest around the dragon, briefly obscuring vision of it. The winds whip violently for a moment around it, then a young elf girl with dark blue hair and pale white-blue skin rushes out to check on the Rune Keeper.
Shes drops to her knees looking over him.
Can I do a general perception for Sam to see if he noticed where the lance went, what else he had, who else might be watching?
13
Woof!
DM - Above & Below
Sam doesn't notice thing anything extra but the Lance is just laying on the ground behind the dragon. You'd need only go pick it up.
Sam cautiously walks over to the lance, picking it up and testing it in his hands, feeling its unique weight and balance.
Stats? Can Sam determine anything about the lance?
DM - Above & Below
Sam picks up the warriors long arm and immediately feels the weight of ten similar weapons. He struggles to lift it a bit bringing it upright to admire the craftsmanship. Whoever made this has the ability to craft a metal that is unknown to you. It maintains a texture of wrought iron and a weight to match something many times its size. The tip is unblemished, as if it has never struck anything, and had been polished that morning. There are strange markings all about the shaft handle.
This is a Dragon Hunter's Lance. It is a +1 Lance with a special property.
Act as Weapon of Certain Death, Lance against Dragons and draconic beings.
May be Thrown double your movement speed for the same hit\damage if you have at least 15 strength. Must be recovered manually.