Gwin sends a second blast of energy through the woods, netting the same result. Her guiding bolt tears into a tree, sending bark and splinters flying everywhere.
Mola successfully circumvents the orc and transforms the orog's plate armor into source of heat and light that begins to cook the creature that dons it. Emitting an other-worldly snarl it continues to bear down on the Pike brothers...
Before distancing himself from the fray, Rixton yet again wounds the orc chief, piercing Mizg'rak through the ribs, just below the armpit.
Jheric's final pair of meteors catch his orog target squarely in the back, adding to the creature's suffering from Mola's spell. Moments later, the wizard's magic missiles send an orc (3) sprawling face first and lifeless into the forest floor.
Aralea, lacking a melee weapon and facing two foes, relies upon her agility to dodge whatever attacks are about to come her way.
Ferrian takes aim once again at the orog, now incandescent, that looms before him (Crossbow attack: 21 | 7 piercing damage), and Finnegas rushes forward brazenly and swings Gwin's warhammer (Melee attack: 8 | 9 bludgeoning damage)
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Orc 7 pursues Mola, leveling another mighty swing with its greataxe. (Melee attac: 6 | 15 slashing damage)
Orog 4 attempts to fight through searing pain as it guides its greataxe toward Finnegas's legs and then toward his head. (Melee attack 1: 11 | 15 slashing damage || Melee attack 2: 21 | 15 slashing damage)
Despite the severity of their wounds, orc 1 and orog 1 are certain that Aralea will soon fall. Their greataxes slice through the air, seeking to end the elf's life.
For his bonus action, still locking eyes with the orc who just hit him, he adopts an absolutely feral grin and raises his hand in a large fist, squeezes, and the white-hot plate mail somehow roasts hotter. The Orog 4 takes another 20 points of fire damage.
For his action, he casts thunderwave at first level (really wish I hadn't used all my second level slots for pass without trace, and then wasted my first wildshape slot, but we'll figure it out...). 10 thunder damage and save vs CON 15 to take half and not be pushed back 10 feet.
Mola uses one hand to palm strike the orc hard in the belly, trying to get him away (just how the spell works in my head).
Rixton smiles at the Orog (#5) and activates his Eyes of Charming. "Are you going to let that guy show you up?" he says, motioning to the Orc next to him (#5). He then sprints (move + dash) to HH23.
Mola's adamantine focus on his heat metal spell withstands even the fiercest of blows from his enemy. Orog 4 emits an eerie croaking noise as it crashes to the ground, sizzling and sending a wretched stench through the woods. With a smirk of exultation lingering on its face, orc 7 tumbles violently backward after Mola completes his thunder-causing evocation. The concussive force snaps the orc's neck, thereby reducing the force of the Hand by one.
Orog 5 pauses momentarily, trying to decipher Rixton's meaning. It utters one word--"No"--and maintains its focus on the half-elf.
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Jheric stares down the incoming threat, debating how to proceed. Close to half... is all that he can think and the battle is still in full swing. He resolves to save the last of his strongest magic for dire circumstances. Tracing an arc once more, a half-dozen burning satellites wreath his form. He moves as fast as he can to keep distance, and waves a pair of orbs toward the incoming Orog.
(Melf's Minute Meteors again, then moving 30' up on the map (away from the trenches). 2 meteors for Orog2, 2 DC 15 DEX saves vs. 10+3 fire damage)
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
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Gwin sees Jheric heading in her direction and she yells out to him, I could use some of your magic right about now. You know what they say, two's company, three's a pain in the cleric's ass.
Turning her attention to Orog 1, she mutters I've had just about enough of you, and once again the sound of dirge-like bells permeate the air.
Toll the Dead: DC 16 WIS save or 22 necrotic damage.
(She'll also draw the spiritual weapon to W16)
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Wholly intent on hunting down the tricky wizard, orog 4 does its best to avoid the incoming meteors and takes only minimal damage. Striding forward several large paces, the orog returns fire at Jheric. (Ranged javelin attack: 24 | 10 piercing damage)
Gwin's spell instantly causes orog 1 to wither and die; it crashes into the ground at Aralea's feet.
Relieved to be facing only one orc blade, Aralea continues her elusive footwork and dodges the oncoming attack.
Finnegas and Ferrian come rushing from their hiding place, and the latter takes a desperate shot at orog 2. (Ranged attack: 16 | 7 piercing damage)
Ferrian's shot misses badly, and the crossbow bolt can be heard crashing through the tree branches.
Orc 1, more determined than ever, levels another axe swing at Aralea (Melee attack: 9 | 13 slashing damage), and orc 2 lunges toward Gwin and does the same. (Melee attack: 7 | 5 slashing damage).
Mizg'rak continues his northward charge, coming ever closer to the main battle, and orc 5 and orog 5 futilely try to pursue Rixton.
Gwin feels the heat of Orc 2's ax blade slice through her cloak. Hey! This was given to me by a friend and it's my favorite. She sees the creature shudder as she points a bloody finger at him while the dolorous bells that rang out before Orog 1 fell are now ringing in his ears.
And just in case that doesn't finish him off, Gwin will move the Sword of Tyr directly above Orc 2's nasty head (V16) and drive it into his puny brain.
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Mola rushes to BB20 and pushes a palm up to the sky from the ground and a flaming sphere erupts into existence 50 feet toward the orc chief. It darts forward in the air straight at him, just to get his attention.
"Hey! Guy! Surrender, let's talk! You don't have to die. We had a deal with Naraga. We could be on the same side here."
Cast at third level, it does 7 fire damage on a failed DEX 15 save, half as much on a success. It hovers there, crackling threateningly, ready to move again on his next turn.
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Rixtonsprints almost up to Mola (CC 20) as he pulls a dagger from the sheath on his thigh. "If you have some healing magic, I could use a touch," Rixton says to his companion. He hurls the dagger at Mizg'rak.
Attack roll for Gwin's spiritual weapon: Melee attack: 27 | 12 slashing damage
Gwin's bit of necromancy falls on deaf ears. The orc suffers no ill effects from her spell, but it is unable to avoid the cleric's illuminated sword of Tyr. The spectral blade slices deeply into orc's face.
Mizg'rak reacts swiftly to the appearance of Mola's ball of flame, almost avoiding the fiery sphere altogether. The orc chief fails to notice the dagger that Rixton sends sailing past his head. Mizg'rak's fierce glare falls upon Mola as he listens to the druid's words...
Jheric's action is next, followed by Aralea's and the Pike's.
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It was so close...Jheric just needed to hold out against this one to gain some ground...
Waving another pair of projectiles, fiery bursts caught his sight as it was beginning to adjust to the dark. Within them, a hulky form beared down towards him. With a snap, he released another volley of blue darts.
(2 DEX saves vs. 5+8 against Orog 2)
(Level 2 Magic Missile: 5+5+5+2 Force damage, also against Orog 2. Afterward, moving another 30' up as before.)
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Orog 2 is pummeled by every bit of the arcane that Jheric hurls at him. Meteors of fire and darts of energy strike the orog as it continues its forward charge.
Improvising, Aralea seizes an arrow in her right hand and lunges toward the orc's neck (Improvised melee attack: 6 | 4 piercing damage)
Orc 1 reels to the right, clutching at the arrow that protrudes from its neck, before collapsing in a heap at the wood elf's feet.
Finnegas, with Gwin's warhammer in hand, continues his bold charge toward the heart of the battle, and Ferrian steps forward, loads Gwin's crossbow and releases a shot at Mizg'rak (Ranged attack: 24 | 7 piercing damage)
As Mola's words fall upon Mizg'rak's ears, the seasoned orc chief surveys what remains of his war band. Only four other warriors remain standing. He bellows something in Orc, and almost immediately his followers abruptly begin to move toward him. Mizg'rak then stands motionless, his gaze fixed in the direction of Rixton and Mola. His intent seems clear: he and the surviving members of the Hand will withdraw from battle.
Rixtonnods and sheaths his rapier then examines his wounds, wincing only slightly as he does so. He will rejoin the rest of the group after the orcs depart.
“Misg’rak, we did not want to fight and I am glad at the peace we have achieved here, though I regret the savage manner in which it arrived. You fight like I expected. Impressive! I have a cask of ale on that donkey over there if you are interested - it does not balance the losses of your people here but it is good ale. Like I said we had a deal to take these three with us in exchange for a powerful item. Were you headed to town to retrieve them? We are going to take these Pikes to face the music, to try to figure out why they joined with the Uthgardts into conflict with the Hand. We believe they were not in control of themselves. The yak-men who came even into your domain seem to be involved.”
He grabs his face with his hand, rubbing it vigorously to clear his head.
”It’s a larger problem, the solution of which will benefit the Hand. My name is Mola.”
He doesn’t move closer, nor does the sphere of fire budge. He holds it ready in case any of them make a hostile move, and as a reminder that they are escaping with their lives and dignity.
Mizg'rak stares with a statue-like lack of expression at Mola. He offers one straightforward response. "Naraga has no authority to make agreements."
The war chief says nothing about the ale or the Uthgardts as he turns and gives a few orders to his surviving tribe members. They begin to gather the weapons from their fallen comrades. Sullen and silent as they do so, they cause no further trouble. Before Mizg'rak disappears into the trees, the orc war chief calls back over his shoulder. "The dead are ours. Leave them."
He walks a few more steps and says one last thing. "The Uthgardts. The crignashka--the yak-men.The Grandfather Tree moves them all."
Aralea's wounds are severe; she bleeds profusely from three separate gashes created by orc blades. The wood elf pats the leather armor she's wearing and holds the shortbow slightly aloft. "I live because I had these. Thank you, Rixton."
Ferrian and Finnegas are unharmed. They look at Gwin questioningly, wondering if the weapons they hold should remain in their possession.
The eastern sky begins to lighten. Dawn has arrived in Silverwood. You are weary from the rush and rage of battle, and the five hours of sleep seem to be a distant memory. Olostin's Hold lies two hours to the south.
"Yes, a drink or two, a bed for a few more hours, and safe walls. It also it seems the Uthgardts are our real target here."
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
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Saving throws for orog 4:
Gwin sends a second blast of energy through the woods, netting the same result. Her guiding bolt tears into a tree, sending bark and splinters flying everywhere.
Mola successfully circumvents the orc and transforms the orog's plate armor into source of heat and light that begins to cook the creature that dons it. Emitting an other-worldly snarl it continues to bear down on the Pike brothers...
Before distancing himself from the fray, Rixton yet again wounds the orc chief, piercing Mizg'rak through the ribs, just below the armpit.
Jheric's final pair of meteors catch his orog target squarely in the back, adding to the creature's suffering from Mola's spell. Moments later, the wizard's magic missiles send an orc (3) sprawling face first and lifeless into the forest floor.
Aralea, lacking a melee weapon and facing two foes, relies upon her agility to dodge whatever attacks are about to come her way.
Ferrian takes aim once again at the orog, now incandescent, that looms before him (Crossbow attack: 21 | 7 piercing damage), and Finnegas rushes forward brazenly and swings Gwin's warhammer (Melee attack: 8 | 9 bludgeoning damage)
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Orc 7 pursues Mola, leveling another mighty swing with its greataxe. (Melee attac: 6 | 15 slashing damage)
Orog 4 attempts to fight through searing pain as it guides its greataxe toward Finnegas's legs and then toward his head. (Melee attack 1: 11 | 15 slashing damage || Melee attack 2: 21 | 15 slashing damage)
Despite the severity of their wounds, orc 1 and orog 1 are certain that Aralea will soon fall. Their greataxes slice through the air, seeking to end the elf's life.
Three times over, she eludes the menacing blades of the Hand.
Mizg'rak watches Rixton recede into the darkness and turns to the orc and orog that have been waiting nearby. "See how he flees. Kill him."
The orc chief then turns to the north, trusting his sidekicks to finish the task that he began.
Orog 2 rushes toward Jheric, its cruel intent on full display.
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Mola gets creamed by the greataxe as he's turning around, staggers, and then his eyes rise up to the orc who just hit him so hard. Glaring.
Concentration check to maintain heat metal: 23
For his bonus action, still locking eyes with the orc who just hit him, he adopts an absolutely feral grin and raises his hand in a large fist, squeezes, and the white-hot plate mail somehow roasts hotter. The Orog 4 takes another 20 points of fire damage.
For his action, he casts thunderwave at first level (really wish I hadn't used all my second level slots for pass without trace, and then wasted my first wildshape slot, but we'll figure it out...). 10 thunder damage and save vs CON 15 to take half and not be pushed back 10 feet.
Mola uses one hand to palm strike the orc hard in the belly, trying to get him away (just how the spell works in my head).
Rixton smiles at the Orog (#5) and activates his Eyes of Charming. "Are you going to let that guy show you up?" he says, motioning to the Orc next to him (#5). He then sprints (move + dash) to HH23.
Mola's adamantine focus on his heat metal spell withstands even the fiercest of blows from his enemy. Orog 4 emits an eerie croaking noise as it crashes to the ground, sizzling and sending a wretched stench through the woods. With a smirk of exultation lingering on its face, orc 7 tumbles violently backward after Mola completes his thunder-causing evocation. The concussive force snaps the orc's neck, thereby reducing the force of the Hand by one.
Orog 5 pauses momentarily, trying to decipher Rixton's meaning. It utters one word--"No"--and maintains its focus on the half-elf.
Actions for Jheric and Gwin are next.
Jheric stares down the incoming threat, debating how to proceed. Close to half... is all that he can think and the battle is still in full swing. He resolves to save the last of his strongest magic for dire circumstances. Tracing an arc once more, a half-dozen burning satellites wreath his form. He moves as fast as he can to keep distance, and waves a pair of orbs toward the incoming Orog.
(Melf's Minute Meteors again, then moving 30' up on the map (away from the trenches). 2 meteors for Orog2, 2 DC 15 DEX saves vs. 10+3 fire damage)
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Gwin sees Jheric heading in her direction and she yells out to him, I could use some of your magic right about now. You know what they say, two's company, three's a pain in the cleric's ass.
Turning her attention to Orog 1, she mutters I've had just about enough of you, and once again the sound of dirge-like bells permeate the air.
Toll the Dead: DC 16 WIS save or 22 necrotic damage.
(She'll also draw the spiritual weapon to W16)
‘The hardest thing in this world is to live in it.’ - Buffy Summers
Saving throws...
Wholly intent on hunting down the tricky wizard, orog 4 does its best to avoid the incoming meteors and takes only minimal damage. Striding forward several large paces, the orog returns fire at Jheric. (Ranged javelin attack: 24 | 10 piercing damage)
Gwin's spell instantly causes orog 1 to wither and die; it crashes into the ground at Aralea's feet.
Relieved to be facing only one orc blade, Aralea continues her elusive footwork and dodges the oncoming attack.
Finnegas and Ferrian come rushing from their hiding place, and the latter takes a desperate shot at orog 2. (Ranged attack: 16 | 7 piercing damage)
Ferrian's shot misses badly, and the crossbow bolt can be heard crashing through the tree branches.
Orc 1, more determined than ever, levels another axe swing at Aralea (Melee attack: 9 | 13 slashing damage), and orc 2 lunges toward Gwin and does the same. (Melee attack: 7 | 5 slashing damage).
Mizg'rak continues his northward charge, coming ever closer to the main battle, and orc 5 and orog 5 futilely try to pursue Rixton.
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Gwin feels the heat of Orc 2's ax blade slice through her cloak. Hey! This was given to me by a friend and it's my favorite. She sees the creature shudder as she points a bloody finger at him while the dolorous bells that rang out before Orog 1 fell are now ringing in his ears.
Toll the Dead: DC 16 WIS save or 9 necrotic damage.
And just in case that doesn't finish him off, Gwin will move the Sword of Tyr directly above Orc 2's nasty head (V16) and drive it into his puny brain.
Spiritual Weapon: 8
‘The hardest thing in this world is to live in it.’ - Buffy Summers
Mola rushes to BB20 and pushes a palm up to the sky from the ground and a flaming sphere erupts into existence 50 feet toward the orc chief. It darts forward in the air straight at him, just to get his attention.
"Hey! Guy! Surrender, let's talk! You don't have to die. We had a deal with Naraga. We could be on the same side here."
Cast at third level, it does 7 fire damage on a failed DEX 15 save, half as much on a success. It hovers there, crackling threateningly, ready to move again on his next turn.
Can Mola insight check him to see if it seems like he found what he was looking for, or if this seems like a surprise to him?
Roll here:
Insight: 21
Rixton sprints almost up to Mola (CC 20) as he pulls a dagger from the sheath on his thigh. "If you have some healing magic, I could use a touch," Rixton says to his companion. He hurls the dagger at Mizg'rak.
Dagger (disadvantaged) Attack: 25 Damage: 7
Sorry, rk. I'm unclear on your meaning here.EDIT: Nevermind. I understand.
Saving throws...
Attack roll for Gwin's spiritual weapon: Melee attack: 27 | 12 slashing damage
Gwin's bit of necromancy falls on deaf ears. The orc suffers no ill effects from her spell, but it is unable to avoid the cleric's illuminated sword of Tyr. The spectral blade slices deeply into orc's face.
Mizg'rak reacts swiftly to the appearance of Mola's ball of flame, almost avoiding the fiery sphere altogether. The orc chief fails to notice the dagger that Rixton sends sailing past his head. Mizg'rak's fierce glare falls upon Mola as he listens to the druid's words...
Jheric's action is next, followed by Aralea's and the Pike's.
It was so close...Jheric just needed to hold out against this one to gain some ground...
Waving another pair of projectiles, fiery bursts caught his sight as it was beginning to adjust to the dark. Within them, a hulky form beared down towards him. With a snap, he released another volley of blue darts.
(2 DEX saves vs. 5+8 against Orog 2)
(Level 2 Magic Missile: 5+5+5+2 Force damage, also against Orog 2. Afterward, moving another 30' up as before.)
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Saving throws...
Orog 2 is pummeled by every bit of the arcane that Jheric hurls at him. Meteors of fire and darts of energy strike the orog as it continues its forward charge.
Improvising, Aralea seizes an arrow in her right hand and lunges toward the orc's neck (Improvised melee attack: 6 | 4 piercing damage)
Orc 1 reels to the right, clutching at the arrow that protrudes from its neck, before collapsing in a heap at the wood elf's feet.
Finnegas, with Gwin's warhammer in hand, continues his bold charge toward the heart of the battle, and Ferrian steps forward, loads Gwin's crossbow and releases a shot at Mizg'rak (Ranged attack: 24 | 7 piercing damage)
As Mola's words fall upon Mizg'rak's ears, the seasoned orc chief surveys what remains of his war band. Only four other warriors remain standing. He bellows something in Orc, and almost immediately his followers abruptly begin to move toward him. Mizg'rak then stands motionless, his gaze fixed in the direction of Rixton and Mola. His intent seems clear: he and the surviving members of the Hand will withdraw from battle.
Rixton nods and sheaths his rapier then examines his wounds, wincing only slightly as he does so. He will rejoin the rest of the group after the orcs depart.
“Misg’rak, we did not want to fight and I am glad at the peace we have achieved here, though I regret the savage manner in which it arrived. You fight like I expected. Impressive! I have a cask of ale on that donkey over there if you are interested - it does not balance the losses of your people here but it is good ale. Like I said we had a deal to take these three with us in exchange for a powerful item. Were you headed to town to retrieve them? We are going to take these Pikes to face the music, to try to figure out why they joined with the Uthgardts into conflict with the Hand. We believe they were not in control of themselves. The yak-men who came even into your domain seem to be involved.”
He grabs his face with his hand, rubbing it vigorously to clear his head.
”It’s a larger problem, the solution of which will benefit the Hand. My name is Mola.”
He doesn’t move closer, nor does the sphere of fire budge. He holds it ready in case any of them make a hostile move, and as a reminder that they are escaping with their lives and dignity.
Can Mola cast healing word on Rixton?
Mizg'rak stares with a statue-like lack of expression at Mola. He offers one straightforward response. "Naraga has no authority to make agreements."
The war chief says nothing about the ale or the Uthgardts as he turns and gives a few orders to his surviving tribe members. They begin to gather the weapons from their fallen comrades. Sullen and silent as they do so, they cause no further trouble. Before Mizg'rak disappears into the trees, the orc war chief calls back over his shoulder. "The dead are ours. Leave them."
He walks a few more steps and says one last thing. "The Uthgardts. The crignashka--the yak-men. The Grandfather Tree moves them all."
Aralea's wounds are severe; she bleeds profusely from three separate gashes created by orc blades. The wood elf pats the leather armor she's wearing and holds the shortbow slightly aloft. "I live because I had these. Thank you, Rixton."
Ferrian and Finnegas are unharmed. They look at Gwin questioningly, wondering if the weapons they hold should remain in their possession.
The eastern sky begins to lighten. Dawn has arrived in Silverwood. You are weary from the rush and rage of battle, and the five hours of sleep seem to be a distant memory. Olostin's Hold lies two hours to the south.
"Well, I think I'm up for the day. Shall we break camp and head for the hold?" Rixton says.
"Yes, a drink or two, a bed for a few more hours, and safe walls. It also it seems the Uthgardts are our real target here."
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero