Boosey looks at Eku and takes a deep breath. "Ready?", he asks and waits for her nod. "When I release this door, we run like hell, got it?" He looks at the others up the walkway. "On my count," he shouts. "Three...two...one...RUN!" and he dashes away from the door as fast as his little legs will carry him.
Eku steps to the side as Boosey makes a full sprint towards Sthara. The swords hack their way through the rest of the door and Sthara lets the last word of her spell fall. A whoosh is followed by a heavy crash, but swords zip of the cracked door. Magic missiles hone in, taking down two of the swords, but the rest are loose and all eight of them single in on Boosey as he makes his run, ignoring all else.
"I remind you," Nenne says to Worlo in a frighteningly composed tone. Her palm begins to glow with radiant energy once more. "I vowed to protect those who choose peace. Redemption is still possible. Tell me how to disarm the trap. And you - Voltan, and subordinates: if you know this information and withhold it, your fate will be similar. Lay your lot on Kelemvor's scale." (Intimidation if necessary: 20)
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She will Ready a Sacred Flame and fire it at Worlo if he refuses to help. (8 radiant damage on a failed Dex 14 save at disadvantage.) If he does tell her how to disarm it, she'll relay that info to the group and run her full movement toward Boosey. If one of the other pirates tells her, she will relay the info to the party, stay put, and burn Worlo to a crisp.
Worlo attempts to stand as his face turns red with anger and frustration, but his bindings hold him down. He yells back at Nenne releasing his frustration in his words, "You have to wear an eyepatch! Hahaha! He's as good as dead!"
Seeing the door burst open, swords en masse released, the ranger’s bow is hard at work again. His first arrow strikes true into the sword in the middle. The moment it impacts, thorns sprout around it and attempt to grab and scratch at the other swords. Vargach nods approvingly, despite his second arrow missing its mark.
Vargach's arrow picks the first sword clean out of the air, falling into the water below. Eku cries out as the swords go to work chasing Boosey. She takes careful aim and pick another out of the air as Vargach's attack explodes in a spikey mess, covering the platform and walls with thorns. Worlo cries out in pain again as Nenne's flames light him up. His wounds are taking a toll and he looks quite bad as he falls to lay against the bed breathing hard.
Hearing the attacks on the swords close at hand, Boosey manages to disengage successfully and continue his run up the walkway, all the while crying "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit"
Funderburk, quickly realizing that the only help he can provide is his missiles, quickly produces another one, being at second level. However, deep down he knew that this was his lat powerful spell. He slams his staff on the hard wood of the ship one more time, producing blue magical balls of energy, and fires two at one sword and two more at another (closest two to Sthara that is are injured). Damage: 13
Allister is too focused on reaching Boosey to see the first spell Nenne casts at Worlo bit as he hears him scream notices something is wrong. He yells “Stop it, Nenne, he is still mine.“
Sthara takes aim at one of the swords floating over the edge of the walk way and swings the massive skull hammer into existence right towards the one in front (18 for 8 damage).
She then releases a bolt of flame from her wrist towards the sword that floats in front of Eku (27 for 18 damage).
The hammer comes down, knocking the sword off kilter as it streaks towards the fleeing Boosey. It cuts into the walkway wall with a narrow miss. A second sword comes in slicing across the gnome's shoulder (6 damage) and the third remaining sword is separated blade from pommel as Sthara's firebolt cracks against it. The two halves fly apart striking the floor in smoking heaps.
The sound of Allister's voice catches Nenne's ear and she turns her head a fraction, eyes down. Her gaze shifts to the skeletal hand and scales hanging on her necklace before settling once more on the pitiable form of Worlo.
"I have made a vow," she says, flat, as she casts another Sacred Flame. (9 radiant damage)
@DM and Allister
If that's enough to kill him, she will use her bonus action to cast Spare the Dying. Regardless of what happens, she says so that Allister can hear, "I have delivered you to Kelemvor's gate. Out of regard for my friend, I alone bar your entry. Behold it, miserable creature, and repent."
As the flames take hold of Worlo yet again he makes no attempt to move out of the way and even embraces the death sentence. Quickly Nenne sees that he wants to die, but she won't let him go so easily. She channels a spell that will keep his soul from leaving his miserable corpse, but to her surprise there is a war in the experience. Nenne can feel the restoring energy tainted as she casts the spell. She can feel invisible tendrils of necrotic force ripping at the man's soul, tearing it forcefully from his body. Nenne shudders as she hears an unearthly howl of defiance denying her spell. Using every bit of her own will, the cleric wins the fight for the man's soul, but, by no means, was it a simple task. Panting and out of breath, beads of sweat cover her face and brow as Allister closes in.
Allister barrels into Nenne like a boulder, indifferent to any injury he might cause to her or himself. He tackles her and throws her on the floor. „What are you doing? Stop it. STOP IT !!!“ He turns to see if Worlo is still alive, but what he sees is a burnt, smoking and crippled corpse. With a primal scream he balls his hand into a fist and lands a punch in Nenneˋs face. A kick with his knee to her kidney is too weak to cause any damage. Still his face in contorted with rage as he keeps screaming
Nenne's eyes grow wide and stay riveted on Worlo. Like falling leaves, the color drains from her entire body from the crown of her head down to her feet. Gold surrenders to pewter. Burgundy, to a frosty bluish-grey. In moments, her appearance shifts from the vigor of Summer to the empty chill of Winter until she is exactly like she was on the day Allister met her.
"Боже мой. На хрена я сделала?" she whispers, horrified, in her native tongue. Her holy symbol glows a pure, soft white in response to her words, and Allister can feel its warmth in contrast to her icy skin as a wave of healing magic surrounds Worlo. (Healing Word - no rolling because Grave Domain. 7 HP is returned to Worlo)
Feeling the slice of the blade on his back, Boosey stops running and turns to face the swords. He quickly mumbles a spell healing word and recovers 10 hp, then, his face grim, attacks the nearest sword with his own blade. "My turn now, you bastard," as he slashes at it for Attack: 7 Damage: 7
Once again, finding himself in a strange position, Vargach has to decide what to do. Behind him he sees and notices two of his companions in a struggle, which appears to center around one of them grilling a prisoner, which seems like a good use of time to the lizardfolk. In front of him there are still swords clanging, which he deems the greater danger. fe carefully aims his bow and fires it again, this time with no magic enhancements. Two arrows fly and appear to strike true. Vargach wonders if that finally may prove enough to take down this strange foe.
Funderburk, realizing he has the perfect shot to decimate the last sword, reaches out with his staff once more, and cast three, instead of four, magical bolts towards the lone sword (Damage: 11).
Once he has finished the sword, he breathed a sigh of relief. With that out of the way, and taking much of the little energy he had left anyways, he began to walk down towards the docking bridge, advancing towards the deceased bodies of the pirates, and began sorting through each of them so that he may find something of use. He figured he could find something at least, but if not, then he would just have to live with it. Either way, if he can muster some more energy to read the mind of Fisher, he'll definitely be in a better spot of the interogation.
Holding his sword in front of him as if to fend off the next attack, Boosey watches in wonder as the last sword explodes into shards as it is poised to make an attack. Suddenly realising that the whirring and slashing morass that had been bearing down on him had been destroyed, he finds his legs turning to jelly and he promptly lies down on his back taking large, swift, deep breaths. He remains like this for a couple of minutes, before standing up somewhat shakily. "Oops," he says with a sheepish grin and begins laughing, a little bit manically.
Eventually noticing a commotion between Nenne and Allister he asks. "What in Milil's name is going on between those two?"
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Boosey looks at Eku and takes a deep breath. "Ready?", he asks and waits for her nod. "When I release this door, we run like hell, got it?" He looks at the others up the walkway. "On my count," he shouts. "Three...two...one...RUN!" and he dashes away from the door as fast as his little legs will carry him.
Eku steps to the side as Boosey makes a full sprint towards Sthara. The swords hack their way through the rest of the door and Sthara lets the last word of her spell fall. A whoosh is followed by a heavy crash, but swords zip of the cracked door. Magic missiles hone in, taking down two of the swords, but the rest are loose and all eight of them single in on Boosey as he makes his run, ignoring all else.
"I remind you," Nenne says to Worlo in a frighteningly composed tone. Her palm begins to glow with radiant energy once more. "I vowed to protect those who choose peace. Redemption is still possible. Tell me how to disarm the trap. And you - Voltan, and subordinates: if you know this information and withhold it, your fate will be similar. Lay your lot on Kelemvor's scale." (Intimidation if necessary: 20)
@DM
She will Ready a Sacred Flame and fire it at Worlo if he refuses to help. (8 radiant damage on a failed Dex 14 save at disadvantage.) If he does tell her how to disarm it, she'll relay that info to the group and run her full movement toward Boosey. If one of the other pirates tells her, she will relay the info to the party, stay put, and burn Worlo to a crisp.
Worlo attempts to stand as his face turns red with anger and frustration, but his bindings hold him down. He yells back at Nenne releasing his frustration in his words, "You have to wear an eyepatch! Hahaha! He's as good as dead!"
Seeing the door burst open, swords en masse released, the ranger’s bow is hard at work again. His first arrow strikes true into the sword in the middle. The moment it impacts, thorns sprout around it and attempt to grab and scratch at the other swords. Vargach nods approvingly, despite his second arrow missing its mark.
Vargach's arrow picks the first sword clean out of the air, falling into the water below. Eku cries out as the swords go to work chasing Boosey. She takes careful aim and pick another out of the air as Vargach's attack explodes in a spikey mess, covering the platform and walls with thorns. Worlo cries out in pain again as Nenne's flames light him up. His wounds are taking a toll and he looks quite bad as he falls to lay against the bed breathing hard.
Hearing the attacks on the swords close at hand, Boosey manages to disengage successfully and continue his run up the walkway, all the while crying "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit"
Funderburk, quickly realizing that the only help he can provide is his missiles, quickly produces another one, being at second level. However, deep down he knew that this was his lat powerful spell. He slams his staff on the hard wood of the ship one more time, producing blue magical balls of energy, and fires two at one sword and two more at another (closest two to Sthara that is are injured). Damage: 13
Made you look.
Allister is too focused on reaching Boosey to see the first spell Nenne casts at Worlo bit as he hears him scream notices something is wrong. He yells “Stop it, Nenne, he is still mine.“
Two more swords go down as Funderburk's missiles hone in on their targets. The swords clang down unceremoniously the the wooden deck, unmoving.
Sthara takes aim at one of the swords floating over the edge of the walk way and swings the massive skull hammer into existence right towards the one in front (18 for 8 damage).
She then releases a bolt of flame from her wrist towards the sword that floats in front of Eku (27 for 18 damage).
The hammer comes down, knocking the sword off kilter as it streaks towards the fleeing Boosey. It cuts into the walkway wall with a narrow miss. A second sword comes in slicing across the gnome's shoulder (6 damage) and the third remaining sword is separated blade from pommel as Sthara's firebolt cracks against it. The two halves fly apart striking the floor in smoking heaps.
The sound of Allister's voice catches Nenne's ear and she turns her head a fraction, eyes down. Her gaze shifts to the skeletal hand and scales hanging on her necklace before settling once more on the pitiable form of Worlo.
"I have made a vow," she says, flat, as she casts another Sacred Flame. (9 radiant damage)
@DM and Allister
If that's enough to kill him, she will use her bonus action to cast Spare the Dying. Regardless of what happens, she says so that Allister can hear, "I have delivered you to Kelemvor's gate. Out of regard for my friend, I alone bar your entry. Behold it, miserable creature, and repent."
As the flames take hold of Worlo yet again he makes no attempt to move out of the way and even embraces the death sentence. Quickly Nenne sees that he wants to die, but she won't let him go so easily. She channels a spell that will keep his soul from leaving his miserable corpse, but to her surprise there is a war in the experience. Nenne can feel the restoring energy tainted as she casts the spell. She can feel invisible tendrils of necrotic force ripping at the man's soul, tearing it forcefully from his body. Nenne shudders as she hears an unearthly howl of defiance denying her spell. Using every bit of her own will, the cleric wins the fight for the man's soul, but, by no means, was it a simple task. Panting and out of breath, beads of sweat cover her face and brow as Allister closes in.
Allister barrels into Nenne like a boulder, indifferent to any injury he might cause to her or himself. He tackles her and throws her on the floor. „What are you doing? Stop it. STOP IT !!!“ He turns to see if Worlo is still alive, but what he sees is a burnt, smoking and crippled corpse. With a primal scream he balls his hand into a fist and lands a punch in Nenneˋs face. A kick with his knee to her kidney is too weak to cause any damage. Still his face in contorted with rage as he keeps screaming
Nenne's eyes grow wide and stay riveted on Worlo. Like falling leaves, the color drains from her entire body from the crown of her head down to her feet. Gold surrenders to pewter. Burgundy, to a frosty bluish-grey. In moments, her appearance shifts from the vigor of Summer to the empty chill of Winter until she is exactly like she was on the day Allister met her.
"Боже мой. На хрена я сделала?" she whispers, horrified, in her native tongue. Her holy symbol glows a pure, soft white in response to her words, and Allister can feel its warmth in contrast to her icy skin as a wave of healing magic surrounds Worlo. (Healing Word - no rolling because Grave Domain. 7 HP is returned to Worlo)
Feeling the slice of the blade on his back, Boosey stops running and turns to face the swords. He quickly mumbles a spell healing word and recovers 10 hp, then, his face grim, attacks the nearest sword with his own blade. "My turn now, you bastard," as he slashes at it for Attack: 7 Damage: 7
Once again, finding himself in a strange position, Vargach has to decide what to do. Behind him he sees and notices two of his companions in a struggle, which appears to center around one of them grilling a prisoner, which seems like a good use of time to the lizardfolk. In front of him there are still swords clanging, which he deems the greater danger.
fe carefully aims his bow and fires it again, this time with no magic enhancements. Two arrows fly and appear to strike true. Vargach wonders if that finally may prove enough to take down this strange foe.
Funderburk, realizing he has the perfect shot to decimate the last sword, reaches out with his staff once more, and cast three, instead of four, magical bolts towards the lone sword (Damage: 11).
Once he has finished the sword, he breathed a sigh of relief. With that out of the way, and taking much of the little energy he had left anyways, he began to walk down towards the docking bridge, advancing towards the deceased bodies of the pirates, and began sorting through each of them so that he may find something of use. He figured he could find something at least, but if not, then he would just have to live with it. Either way, if he can muster some more energy to read the mind of Fisher, he'll definitely be in a better spot of the interogation.
Made you look.
Holding his sword in front of him as if to fend off the next attack, Boosey watches in wonder as the last sword explodes into shards as it is poised to make an attack. Suddenly realising that the whirring and slashing morass that had been bearing down on him had been destroyed, he finds his legs turning to jelly and he promptly lies down on his back taking large, swift, deep breaths. He remains like this for a couple of minutes, before standing up somewhat shakily. "Oops," he says with a sheepish grin and begins laughing, a little bit manically.
Eventually noticing a commotion between Nenne and Allister he asks. "What in Milil's name is going on between those two?"