Escape from Elturel

Jayson, knows he can't take much more of this, even bolstered by the temporary hp granted to him by Bhur. That knowledge and the sounds of horns in the distant tell him that they needed to finish up here.

He'll attack with his yklwa, and use another ki point to flurry of blows following the melee weapon attack two kicks.  With the enemy directly in front of him, the ink tendrils cover his weapon and limbs like an aura instead of stretching out to reach.

Yklwa Attack:9 Damage:6 D6 force damage:1

Unarmed strike #1:11 Damage:8

Unarmed strike #2:15 Damage:6

(Dex save DC 13 or prone if either unarmed strike hits.)

Then he'll use all his movement to reposition.

Jayson finds that the cursed stone like the stone wall that his master made him practice against to make him harder than steel. He can hear in his mind Harder hit harder and finds disapproval from the man he looks up too for even though the cursed stone is fractured it was not his doing. He retreats and while doing so hears the rustle of the monsters foot steps as it moves to attack Bhuraelea It

swings its stone claw At  Bhuraelea 13 Damage: 9 "Beware, the demon the Basilisk"

Nea sees the action before her

"I'll just kill it like everything that's in my way," Nea said as she swings her greaxte down on the statue near to her. If it dies, she'll move up to the next statue attacking Bhur.

Attack: 21 Damage: 11 Slashing + 7 Radiant

The statue crumbles to dust divi up 1700xp.... so far looking about you see the only real safe place is the Inn the fire from the barn is burning itself out the horses are long gone hopefully fast enough to not get ate

looking at the Inn you note that one of the doors is in disrepair but the doorway could be blocked/barricaded or another door could be used the hinges are still usable.

Ethan walks over to Jayson and lays his hand on Jaysons shoulder giving him 19 hp

Ethan says "that's all I got till morning" 

Then he walks inside the Inn

„Let‘s talk with the people, maybe they can give us some more information what is going on here.“

Click follows, mimicing what the statues said as he does so, "Beware the demon the Basalisk!"

(Any check to figure out what a Basilisk is? Me the player knows too much. Not sure where the character stands)

"If we meet it, we tear it a new one. Simple really," Nea states as she follow everyone into the inn, "I want a drink,"

Roll Nature 

Or history 

all

Other than Click it looks like the only one who went inside the Inn was Ethan (We're Still using the Map at the moment and we still type what your character is doing)

:Inside the Inn Ethan looks a Click as if to say something (But the DM waits for the rolls)

As the fight ends, and Ethan approaches, Jayson releases Eldritch Maul and the inky black aura and tendrils retreat back into the tattoo on his forehead.

"It's plenty.. Thank you" For a moment he just stands there, watching the others lower their weapons and contemplate the stone cursed zombie's dying message.   He couldn't help but feel a little useless.  He thought he'd fought hard, but compared to his friends he'd barely made a scratch on the stone enemies.  His deceased Master's voice continues to echo in his mind, 'You must hit harder. You must get stronger!"

"I'll be in in a bit.." He mumbles to no one in particular, making his way towards a tree.  He'll spend a half hour punching and kicking the crap out of a tree.  As he does so, his mind bounces back and forth between his masters echoing words, and the warning against the baslisk.

'Harder! Stronger!' 'Beware, the demon the Basilisk!' 'Harder! Stronger!' 'Beware, the demon the Basilisk!'

History check: 3

Nature Check: 5

"Basilisk...Basilisk...Maybe I heard of it," Nea states as she shoved the doors open into the inn. 

Nature/History+ WT: 26

Besides Jayson has everyone went inside? Ethan has revived the man who fainted

and the man says as he peaks out the door "Please come inside! We still have Drink and food that's still good. Besides those things only attacked us when they saw me trying to hitch the horses."

You heard stories, legends of Giant multilegged lizards which its gaze can turn people to stone.

I go inside as well, is there material to baricade doors and windows? Tables and or benches

With the man calling for him to come in, and having worked out some of his frustrations on the innocent tree, Jayson grabs his Yklwa and makes for the Inn.  

Once inside, he'll take a seat at the bar, his shoulders still slumped to match his mood.  "So uh.. You're saying they only attacked you when you tried to leave?" He asks weakly to the man, doing his best to move his mind into a different space.

Click looks at Jayson and put's a hand on his arm, "Okay?" an old male's voice asks.

"Two things first. One, got anything strong to drink? Two. Who in the nine hells are you?" Nea turns to the kenku, "After that, grab a drink," 

Jason nods and gives the Kenku a thumbs up, paired with a weak smile.  "I'm ok, thanks," he replies.  

"Two things first. One, got anything strong to drink? Two. Who in the nine hells are you? After that, grab a drink,"

Jayson cocks his head to the side, looking from Nea to the Kenku and then at the others.  "She makes a good point buddy." His full smile comes out now, his brain glad to think of something other than his failure. 

"There was so much going on, I never got a chance to ask for your name! Or yours!  Im glad you're feeling well by the way!" He directs the last bit to the man he dragged out of the barn.  At this point he's back to his jolly self, taking pride in at least having rescued a person and two horses.  

Click points at himself, before making a noise that sounds a lot like the clicking noise you can make by clicking your tongue to the roof of your mouth. He eventually speaks in a women's voice, "How about we call you Click?"

Bhuraelea There are Tables and every thing you need to barricade the door roll the tools you think are appropriate for the job and I'll add the roll as hit points to the door

The man says h;is name is "Sergren Hall The owner of the this fine establishment." he says as he serves up some of his finest Whiskey 

He also brings some very large pretzels baked in butter and salt and olive oil   you still hear voices coming from the store room

"Gods its too quiet" A woman's voice says

(Move your tokens accordingly please)