Can Mola, after ensuring the dreamers are safe with Rixton, shift into tiger and go outside to look around the campsite for tracks, scents, sounds, or sights of anything nearby? Yak men who visited to mess with dreams unseen?
Can Mola, after ensuring the dreamers are safe with Rixton, shift into tiger and go outside to look around the campsite for tracks, scents, sounds, or sights of anything nearby? Yak men who visited to mess with dreams unseen?
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Gwin can hear her name being called, but the voice seems far, far away, as if muffled.
She is in darkness, which is almost a welcome relief from where her subconscious had led her only moments before; faces of those she loves, faces she longs to touch, begging, pleading for her help. She says their names, reaches out to hold their hands and wrap her arms around them, but she has become gossamer. Gwin looks down at her extremities as they disintegrate into mist and disappear up in the shadowy ether of her dream landscape. She cries out but her voice is choked in a throat of vapor. The voices of her beloved are transient, floating in and out of Gwin's head, but as her neutered attempts to reach them fail the voices become more desperate, angrier, until they devolve into rage.
Again, she hears her name, but it's clearer this time, tinged with concern. It feels as if she's at the bottom of a dark well and the voice with her name on its lips is pulling her up toward light. I'm here! I'm here! Gwin cries out. And now there's another face, obscured and cloudy, but she knows it and the voice are one and the same. The darkness surrounding her begins to dissipate and with each second the face and voice become more clear until Gwin's eyes are open and she sees the worried visage of Mola.
Oh. OH. Gwin clutches her chest and begins to weep. It was only a dream, but more akin to my worst nightmare and deepest fears. Wiping tears and snot from her face with the back of her cloak Gwin recounts her dreams to the rest of the party. When Rixton demands proof of Gwin's wellness of mind, she uncharacteristically snaps at him. Well, you were a bit of an a**hole when we first met and commented on my propensity for babbling. Is that proof enough?!?!? Realizing the harshness of her own words, she immediately apologizes to the half-elf. Please forgive me. I'm still recovering from my dreams and am a little shaky. In fact, I feel as if I could sleep another 8 hours.
This IS curious. I am not prone to nightmares and with all the strange happenings about us, I fear there is something nefarious at work in my mind. Rixton nods in agreement.
This would be before Rixton says this, and right after they wake. He'd be trying to catch someone in the act, if it's a someone, and not a malevolent forest.
But when asked to verify himself upon his retun, he says, "Dawnybrook Inn, 14th day of the month, I was a scarab beetle until I wasn't. Gwin really has a sway with words. And Aralea, the Pikes thought you had hooves."
(In light of the past few posts, our timeline has become a bit screwy--not an uncommon characteristic of play-by-post--so, please grant a bit of latitude for this post, which, chronologically, fits in right after Gwin and Jhericawake and Molatigerappears on the scene)
Gwin and Jhericare rattled. For each one, they're half inclined to dismiss the dream as just that: a dream. They're also half inclined to believe that someone, or something, is toying with them, toying with them in a disturbingly personal way. Neither the cleric nor the wizard, however, has any notion about what may have caused their distressing visions.
The mild commotion wakes Rixton from his sleep and Aralea from her elvish trance; as both make the mental transition into full consciousness, they see a tiger standing a few paces from Gwinand Jheric, both of whom are awake and sitting upright.
The scene suddenly becomes even stranger, for, seemingly out of thin air, a hideous female humanoid appears next to Gwin. The woman's skin is wrinkled and ashen in color; her raven hair is thin and stringy but hangs nearly to her bare feet; her fingers are inordinately long and have claw-like nails at their ends; her garments are little more than rags, barely hiding her gaunt form. She smiles and giggles like a school girl, a sound that makes all within earshot recoil in disgust.
Simultaneously appearing next to Jhericis female gnome, bright-eyed and alert, but with a stern look on her face. Glaring into the face of the frightening woman who appeared near Gwin, the gnome says, "Aha! I've caught you in the act once again, Urchezal! Flee this place and trouble these fair adventurers no more!"
The look on the wretched woman's face somehow becomes more sour. She says nothing in response, but it is obvious to all that both of these unexpected visitors are preparing to reach into their arcane bag of tricks, seemingly with the intent to harm each other...
15 and 25
Initiative:
Urchezal: 3
Female gnome: 19
Aralea: 8
Gwin: 5
Jheric: [roll]1d20+2[/roll]
Mola: 15
Rixton: 10
The dice roller dislikes Jhericfor some reason, but it's safe to say that the party members may act first, in any order. Aralea's action will come after Gwin's , Jheric's, Mola's and Rixton's. The actions of Urchezal and the gnome will then follow. For tracking purposes, all individuals, including NPC's, are within the confines of a circle with a 20' radius. There is no cover within the circle. Neither the old, frightening woman nor the gnome show any signs of possessing a weapon. Any player who wishes to scrutinize the old woman or the gnome for more detailed information must use an action to do so. NOTE: Aralea,Rixton, Gwin, and Jheric start from the prone position.
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Rixtonwill leap up, scrambling to put on his eyes of charming. He will move to Gwin'sside and attempt to charm Urchezal.
"My dear...Urchezal, is it? Perhaps you would care for some tea with us?" Rixton says.
Bonus action: Eye for Detail
"You can use a bonus action to make a Perception check to spot a hidden creature or object or to make an Investigation check to uncover or decipher clues."
Investigation of the gnome and her relationship to Urchezal: 16
Urchezal locks eyes with Rixton. "Te he he," she laughs, seemingly amused but unaffected by his attempt to sway her.
Turning his attention to the gnome, Rixton is certain she is indeed preparing to cast some sort of spell. The nature of the spell and its intended target, however, elude him.
Gwin is startled to her feet by the appearance of Urchezal and the gnome. Well this is a fine kettle of knish!!! Gwin scrutinizes both of the newcomers, using her Channel Divinity in an attempt to know the thoughts of the ragged hag next to her. To the gnome she says, And who might you be???
Not knowing the intent of either stranger, Gwin quickly pulls a tiny mirror from her cloak, and for a moment, uses it to direct the sun's morning rays onto Rixton's forehead. Muttering a spell in Dwarvish under her breath, she casts *Sanctuary.
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Jheric leaps up, ignoring the gnome beside him, and scrambles away. His crystal pendant flashes a pale blue as his fingers lock into a contorted shape and his hand falls from eye- to chest-level. His spell immediately takes hold as frost creeps over the shoulders and chest of the terrifying assailant.
(Frostbite: 4 ice damage plus disadvantage on next attack, DC 15 CON save to half damage and remove disadvantage)
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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
Molatiger will rage as a bonus action, bound 20 feet away from Urchezal, and hold a claw attack for this strange woman doing something hostile (casting any dangerous spell or attacking anyone). She seems like the type to meddle with people's dreams so he's not willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. If he hits, she makes a DC 13 STR saving throw or she's knocked prone.
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Saves for Urchezal: CON 6 | STR 15
Aralea stands and simultaneously draws her scimitar; she turns her full attention to the gnome...(Insight: 12
...and shouts to the group, "It's a trick! Watch her!"
Urchezal mutters a few words in Primordial and turns her gaze upon Aralea.Molatiger springs into action, but the gaunt old woman proves to be surprisingly fleet of foot. His claws touch only air. Urchezal finishes her spell with a writhing motion of her left arm, out of which shoots a sickening green ray of energy that seeks the wood elf as its target...
Ranged spell attack: 15 | 18 poison damage
CON save for Aralea: 19
...Aralea is struck squarely in the chest by the hag's attack; the wood elf staggers slightly as she labors to keep her balance.
"Tricksy druid wants to play, does he?" asks the gnome in jest. She gazes into the tiger's eyes and utters "Nasty teeth and claws of a cat be ye now the wings of a bat!"
WIS save for Molatiger versus the gnome's polymorph: 20 (+4 = 6)
Molatiger instantly becomes a helpless bat, flapping his wings in an effort to lift himself off the forest floor.
All players may act, in any order. NOTE:Jheric's spell did have a very small effect on the hag.
Can Molabat try to fly at the hag and attack it? Even if he can’t attack, he’d like to be close in to these two, thick in the middle of whatever happens.
(I’m guessing bats can’t take fall damage given the physics of force and mass and air resistance, if he tried to get high up and stop flying? He’s never been a flying creature before and doesn’t like being forced into it like this. To whatever extent a bat’s intellect can understand this.)
Seeing Mola reduced to a bat causes Gwin's blood to boil. Turning her gaze to the gnome, she says, Looks like someone's got bats in their belfry. Let's see if we can knock them free, shall we? In a flash, Gwin's fingers emit the streaks of light that have become familiar to her companions.
Seek your target fast and true!Guiding Bolt: 14 If successful, radiant damage: 24
Then turning to the hag, Do not fret, my dear. I haven't forgotten about you. Blade of Tyr, steady and true, find your mark and pierce it through. Instantaneously, the shimmering Sword of Tyr appears over the hag's head, and as if wielded by an invisible hand, thrusts downward.
Rixtonsees how ineffectual magic is on the woman and gnome. He opts for a good old fashioned martial approach. He reaches for his short sword, bring it about with a flourishing swing at Urchezal.
Short sword Attack: 19 Damage: 10 (includes sneak attack damage as I am assuming an ally is within 5 ft of her)
He follows this up with a knife-hand strike to throat and an elbow to the temple. (spending 1 ki)
Can Molabat try to fly at the hag and attack it? Even if he can’t attack, he’d like to be close in to these two, thick in the middle of whatever happens.
Yes. One (1) hp piercing damage with a successful bite attack.
(I’m guessing bats can’t take fall damage given the physics of force and mass and air resistance, if he tried to get high up and stop flying? He’s never been a flying creature before and doesn’t like being forced into it like this. To whatever extent a bat’s intellect can understand this.)
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Gwin sends a bolt of energy toward Urchezal, but the hag anticipates the attack and narrowly sidesteps it. Her focus on Gwin's attack leaves her fully vulnerable to Rixton, who gashes the hag with his sword and then lands two solid blows with his bare hands. He can discern, however, that his blade and fists do less harm than he had anticipated.
A few feet away, the gnome darts beneath the cleric's newly-summoned spiritual weapon. "Such a silly toy," she taunts.
Molabat, flapping erratically, flies into Urchezal's face, trying to bite her or, at the very least, distract her from her next move. (Bite attack: 14 | 1 piercing damage)
Mola, needing more time to master the art of flight, catches one of his wings in the hag's hair and then tumbles awkwardly through the air, landing with a soft thud nearby.
Urchezal, clearly displeased by Rixton's success, turns her next bit of magic on the half-elf. As she did a moment ago, she sends another green ray of energy at her target...
Ranged spell attack: 27 | 36 poison damage
If successful, DC 15 CON save for Rixton: 14 (failure means he is poisoned)
...and Rixton absorbs the full force of the ray of sickness; he is immediately weakened and nauseated by its effects.
Moments later, the gnome--who is laughing delightfully at how things are unfolding--begins to change her shape, size, and appearance. Within a few seconds, she has revealed her true form, which is very much like that of Urchezal's. "Better to claw you with!" she threatens, as she holds her gruesome fingers before her face.
All players may act, in any order. The hags have not made any movements. Both are within 20' or less of all characters.
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Rixtonwretches as the spell overpowers him. "Jheric, try peppering some magic missiles in here," he says between breaths. "Everyone focus on Urchezal!"
The rogue disengages from the hag and grabs his pack as he retreats 50 feet into the woods. He drinks a potion of healing for 7 health.
He curses as he realizes the potion has been watered down to be almost useless.
Molabat skitters and tumbles across the ground after the divebomb attempt went so poorly, skidding to a stop.
His bat mind realizes that he is very bad at attacking mean things and flees to the only memories of safety he has, the not-hags in the group. He can sense Gwin and Aralea close by, and he takes flight and orbits the two of them, screeching in bat-panic.
(If this risks attacks of opportunity from the hags, well, then I'll just have to suffer the consequences.)
Oh, for the love of sugar beets. There's two of them?!?!?!
Gwin sees Rixton overcome by Urchezal's poison. As the half-elf passes her, gagging and coughing, Gwin grasps his arm briefly and Rixton can feel healing energy pulse through his veins.
I missed once. By Tyr's beard, I pray I don't miss again.And repeating her incantation, Gwin sends the shimmering sword downward once again toward Urchezal.
Spiritual Weapon: 10 If successful, force damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
Can Mola, after ensuring the dreamers are safe with Rixton, shift into tiger and go outside to look around the campsite for tracks, scents, sounds, or sights of anything nearby? Yak men who visited to mess with dreams unseen?
Hey, Mola better verify himself too!
Gwin can hear her name being called, but the voice seems far, far away, as if muffled.
She is in darkness, which is almost a welcome relief from where her subconscious had led her only moments before; faces of those she loves, faces she longs to touch, begging, pleading for her help. She says their names, reaches out to hold their hands and wrap her arms around them, but she has become gossamer. Gwin looks down at her extremities as they disintegrate into mist and disappear up in the shadowy ether of her dream landscape. She cries out but her voice is choked in a throat of vapor. The voices of her beloved are transient, floating in and out of Gwin's head, but as her neutered attempts to reach them fail the voices become more desperate, angrier, until they devolve into rage.
Again, she hears her name, but it's clearer this time, tinged with concern. It feels as if she's at the bottom of a dark well and the voice with her name on its lips is pulling her up toward light. I'm here! I'm here! Gwin cries out. And now there's another face, obscured and cloudy, but she knows it and the voice are one and the same. The darkness surrounding her begins to dissipate and with each second the face and voice become more clear until Gwin's eyes are open and she sees the worried visage of Mola.
Oh. OH. Gwin clutches her chest and begins to weep. It was only a dream, but more akin to my worst nightmare and deepest fears. Wiping tears and snot from her face with the back of her cloak Gwin recounts her dreams to the rest of the party. When Rixton demands proof of Gwin's wellness of mind, she uncharacteristically snaps at him. Well, you were a bit of an a**hole when we first met and commented on my propensity for babbling. Is that proof enough?!?!? Realizing the harshness of her own words, she immediately apologizes to the half-elf. Please forgive me. I'm still recovering from my dreams and am a little shaky. In fact, I feel as if I could sleep another 8 hours.
This IS curious. I am not prone to nightmares and with all the strange happenings about us, I fear there is something nefarious at work in my mind. Rixton nods in agreement.
Perception: 8
‘The hardest thing in this world is to live in it.’ - Buffy Summers
This would be before Rixton says this, and right after they wake. He'd be trying to catch someone in the act, if it's a someone, and not a malevolent forest.
But when asked to verify himself upon his retun, he says, "Dawnybrook Inn, 14th day of the month, I was a scarab beetle until I wasn't. Gwin really has a sway with words. And Aralea, the Pikes thought you had hooves."
(In light of the past few posts, our timeline has become a bit screwy--not an uncommon characteristic of play-by-post--so, please grant a bit of latitude for this post, which, chronologically, fits in right after Gwin and Jheric awake and Molatiger appears on the scene)
Perception for Jheric: 18
Gwin and Jheric are rattled. For each one, they're half inclined to dismiss the dream as just that: a dream. They're also half inclined to believe that someone, or something, is toying with them, toying with them in a disturbingly personal way. Neither the cleric nor the wizard, however, has any notion about what may have caused their distressing visions.
The mild commotion wakes Rixton from his sleep and Aralea from her elvish trance; as both make the mental transition into full consciousness, they see a tiger standing a few paces from Gwin and Jheric, both of whom are awake and sitting upright.
The scene suddenly becomes even stranger, for, seemingly out of thin air, a hideous female humanoid appears next to Gwin. The woman's skin is wrinkled and ashen in color; her raven hair is thin and stringy but hangs nearly to her bare feet; her fingers are inordinately long and have claw-like nails at their ends; her garments are little more than rags, barely hiding her gaunt form. She smiles and giggles like a school girl, a sound that makes all within earshot recoil in disgust.
Simultaneously appearing next to Jheric is female gnome, bright-eyed and alert, but with a stern look on her face. Glaring into the face of the frightening woman who appeared near Gwin, the gnome says, "Aha! I've caught you in the act once again, Urchezal! Flee this place and trouble these fair adventurers no more!"
The look on the wretched woman's face somehow becomes more sour. She says nothing in response, but it is obvious to all that both of these unexpected visitors are preparing to reach into their arcane bag of tricks, seemingly with the intent to harm each other...
15 and 25
Initiative:
The dice roller dislikes Jheric for some reason, but it's safe to say that the party members may act first, in any order. Aralea's action will come after Gwin's , Jheric's, Mola's and Rixton's. The actions of Urchezal and the gnome will then follow. For tracking purposes, all individuals, including NPC's, are within the confines of a circle with a 20' radius. There is no cover within the circle. Neither the old, frightening woman nor the gnome show any signs of possessing a weapon. Any player who wishes to scrutinize the old woman or the gnome for more detailed information must use an action to do so. NOTE: Aralea, Rixton, Gwin, and Jheric start from the prone position.
Rixton will leap up, scrambling to put on his eyes of charming. He will move to Gwin's side and attempt to charm Urchezal.
"My dear...Urchezal, is it? Perhaps you would care for some tea with us?" Rixton says.
Bonus action: Eye for Detail
"You can use a bonus action to make a Perception check to spot a hidden creature or object or to make an Investigation check to uncover or decipher clues."
Investigation of the gnome and her relationship to Urchezal: 16
Urchezal locks eyes with Rixton. "Te he he," she laughs, seemingly amused but unaffected by his attempt to sway her.
Turning his attention to the gnome, Rixton is certain she is indeed preparing to cast some sort of spell. The nature of the spell and its intended target, however, elude him.
Gwin is startled to her feet by the appearance of Urchezal and the gnome. Well this is a fine kettle of knish!!! Gwin scrutinizes both of the newcomers, using her Channel Divinity in an attempt to know the thoughts of the ragged hag next to her. To the gnome she says, And who might you be???
Not knowing the intent of either stranger, Gwin quickly pulls a tiny mirror from her cloak, and for a moment, uses it to direct the sun's morning rays onto Rixton's forehead. Muttering a spell in Dwarvish under her breath, she casts *Sanctuary.
*Bonus action
‘The hardest thing in this world is to live in it.’ - Buffy Summers
WIS saving throw for Urchezal: 17
Gwin attempts to peer into the mind of Urchezal but discerns nothing. The gnome is silent, for she is wholly focused on Urchezal.
(Actions for Jheric and Mola are next. Aralea's will follow).
Jheric leaps up, ignoring the gnome beside him, and scrambles away. His crystal pendant flashes a pale blue as his fingers lock into a contorted shape and his hand falls from eye- to chest-level. His spell immediately takes hold as frost creeps over the shoulders and chest of the terrifying assailant.
(Frostbite: 4 ice damage plus disadvantage on next attack, DC 15 CON save to half damage and remove disadvantage)
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
Molatiger will rage as a bonus action, bound 20 feet away from Urchezal, and hold a claw attack for this strange woman doing something hostile (casting any dangerous spell or attacking anyone). She seems like the type to meddle with people's dreams so he's not willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. If he hits, she makes a DC 13 STR saving throw or she's knocked prone.
Attack: 16 Damage: 9
Saves for Urchezal: CON 6 | STR 15
Aralea stands and simultaneously draws her scimitar; she turns her full attention to the gnome...(Insight: 12
...and shouts to the group, "It's a trick! Watch her!"
Urchezal mutters a few words in Primordial and turns her gaze upon Aralea. Molatiger springs into action, but the gaunt old woman proves to be surprisingly fleet of foot. His claws touch only air. Urchezal finishes her spell with a writhing motion of her left arm, out of which shoots a sickening green ray of energy that seeks the wood elf as its target...
...Aralea is struck squarely in the chest by the hag's attack; the wood elf staggers slightly as she labors to keep her balance.
"Tricksy druid wants to play, does he?" asks the gnome in jest. She gazes into the tiger's eyes and utters "Nasty teeth and claws of a cat be ye now the wings of a bat!"
WIS save for Molatiger versus the gnome's polymorph: 20 (+4 = 6)
Molatiger instantly becomes a helpless bat, flapping his wings in an effort to lift himself off the forest floor.
All players may act, in any order. NOTE: Jheric's spell did have a very small effect on the hag.
Can Molabat try to fly at the hag and attack it? Even if he can’t attack, he’d like to be close in to these two, thick in the middle of whatever happens.
(I’m guessing bats can’t take fall damage given the physics of force and mass and air resistance, if he tried to get high up and stop flying? He’s never been a flying creature before and doesn’t like being forced into it like this. To whatever extent a bat’s intellect can understand this.)
Seeing Mola reduced to a bat causes Gwin's blood to boil. Turning her gaze to the gnome, she says, Looks like someone's got bats in their belfry. Let's see if we can knock them free, shall we? In a flash, Gwin's fingers emit the streaks of light that have become familiar to her companions.
Seek your target fast and true! Guiding Bolt: 14 If successful, radiant damage: 24
Then turning to the hag, Do not fret, my dear. I haven't forgotten about you. Blade of Tyr, steady and true, find your mark and pierce it through. Instantaneously, the shimmering Sword of Tyr appears over the hag's head, and as if wielded by an invisible hand, thrusts downward.
Spiritual Weapon: 14 If successful, force damage: 7
(I really, really, hate this game /sarcasm)
‘The hardest thing in this world is to live in it.’ - Buffy Summers
Rixton sees how ineffectual magic is on the woman and gnome. He opts for a good old fashioned martial approach. He reaches for his short sword, bring it about with a flourishing swing at Urchezal.
Short sword Attack: 19 Damage: 10 (includes sneak attack damage as I am assuming an ally is within 5 ft of her)
He follows this up with a knife-hand strike to throat and an elbow to the temple. (spending 1 ki)
Unarmed Attack: 26 Damage: 7
Unarmed Attack: 17 Damage: 5
Gwin sends a bolt of energy toward Urchezal, but the hag anticipates the attack and narrowly sidesteps it. Her focus on Gwin's attack leaves her fully vulnerable to Rixton, who gashes the hag with his sword and then lands two solid blows with his bare hands. He can discern, however, that his blade and fists do less harm than he had anticipated.
A few feet away, the gnome darts beneath the cleric's newly-summoned spiritual weapon. "Such a silly toy," she taunts.
Molabat, flapping erratically, flies into Urchezal's face, trying to bite her or, at the very least, distract her from her next move. (Bite attack: 14 | 1 piercing damage)
Mola, needing more time to master the art of flight, catches one of his wings in the hag's hair and then tumbles awkwardly through the air, landing with a soft thud nearby.
Urchezal, clearly displeased by Rixton's success, turns her next bit of magic on the half-elf. As she did a moment ago, she sends another green ray of energy at her target...
...and Rixton absorbs the full force of the ray of sickness; he is immediately weakened and nauseated by its effects.
Moments later, the gnome--who is laughing delightfully at how things are unfolding--begins to change her shape, size, and appearance. Within a few seconds, she has revealed her true form, which is very much like that of Urchezal's. "Better to claw you with!" she threatens, as she holds her gruesome fingers before her face.
All players may act, in any order. The hags have not made any movements. Both are within 20' or less of all characters.
Rixton wretches as the spell overpowers him. "Jheric, try peppering some magic missiles in here," he says between breaths. "Everyone focus on Urchezal!"
The rogue disengages from the hag and grabs his pack as he retreats 50 feet into the woods. He drinks a potion of healing for 7 health.
He curses as he realizes the potion has been watered down to be almost useless.
Molabat skitters and tumbles across the ground after the divebomb attempt went so poorly, skidding to a stop.
His bat mind realizes that he is very bad at attacking mean things and flees to the only memories of safety he has, the not-hags in the group. He can sense Gwin and Aralea close by, and he takes flight and orbits the two of them, screeching in bat-panic.
(If this risks attacks of opportunity from the hags, well, then I'll just have to suffer the consequences.)
Oh, for the love of sugar beets. There's two of them?!?!?!
Gwin sees Rixton overcome by Urchezal's poison. As the half-elf passes her, gagging and coughing, Gwin grasps his arm briefly and Rixton can feel healing energy pulse through his veins.
Cure Wounds: 16
I missed once. By Tyr's beard, I pray I don't miss again. And repeating her incantation, Gwin sends the shimmering sword downward once again toward Urchezal.
Spiritual Weapon: 10 If successful, force damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
‘The hardest thing in this world is to live in it.’ - Buffy Summers