"I'm relieved you're safe," Nenne says, taking the gnome in her arms. "Now let's move." She picks him up and runs back up the stairs and toward the pit. Seeing the construct threatening the strange dwarf, she sets Boosey down with one hand and weaves a subtle sign with the other as the avatar of Kelemvor moves to strike the creature. (Spiritual Weapon Attack: 23 Damage: 6)
The gladiator in the tunnel follows the bard and cleric out of the tunnel. It leaps up into the corner, stradling it with one foot on each wall lining up a spear strike for the gnome.
The druid is having a hard time keeping up with the furiously fast strikes of the clay gladiator down in the pit. After blocking off several spear strikes in a row, the creature cuts across with its shield, taking Lemon in the ear (7 damage). Hot blood runs out of the wound accompanied by the explosive pain of the tender area. The effect is dizzying sending the dwarf to his butt. Two more solid spear strikes has the dwarf back to reality as one draws a line of blood on his forearm (12 damage) and the second nicks hit exposed calf (13 damage).
The clay faced golem in the corner turns its empty face up at the freshly appeared sorceress and tucks its arms and weapons into a neat little package and perfectly leaps up and though the two foot square gap in the bars. As it comes through it spurs into a whirl of motion, planting its feet on the bars, swinging out at Sthara with its shield, and stabbing in at two different angles. The shield knocks the breath out of her as it connects with her chest, throwing her up against the wall (7 damage / STR save vs prone). The first spear strike follows quickly behind the giving no time to move or block (11 damage). The last spear comes in under the shield as the clay warrior withdrawls the protective barrier. The strike keeps her on the ground as it buries itself into her shoulder (11 damage).
Nenne drops the gnome close to the top of the steps and he tumbles out her arms. A few seconds later, one of the creatures appears, managing the steps as if they aren't even there. With a crack, Boosey lets fly a burst of thunder (thunderclap) breaking little bits of clay off the construct. Casting healing word once more on himself, he ducks past the plinth and Nenne to the edge of the pit. As he, moves the construct lashes out at the gnome when it sees him move.
Seemingly barely phased by the thunderclap, the warrior follows through with its lined up spear strike causing Boosey some pain for his retreat (9 damage).
With the pain of the constructs spear radiating from her shoulder where the point still pierces her, Sthara croaks out an "Away!" (Misty Step). She vanishes into mist, leaving the spear to scrape against the temple floor and reappears on her feet at the entrance. She bellows and throws out a fire bolt which splits into two that fly towards the two constructs on either side of the metal grate (With Inspiration at the top one: 15 for 8 damage, and without Inspiration at the bottom: 9 for 7 damage).
Not waiting to see if she hit her marks, she calls out to the others: "We must try and lose them in the city – this space is too small!"
She runs up and out as fast as she can, and spins, peering down into the temple to await her comrades (ending space H18 – not full movement).
Allister stares in disbelief as the constructs appear on the upper floor. He is even more shocked when his companions keep exchanging blows with them. He yells „Run, don’t stop, dammit.“ Nenne appears to be in bad shape and the next target for the constructs so he quaffs his potion of healing, unsheathes his weapons again and attacks (move to G12) in hope of distracting his target from Nenne.
As Allister approaches, the gladiator turns half of its attention to the fighter, cleanly blocking the first strike with its shield. The second strike is ducked under, leaving the sword hitting only air.
Taking a note from the fight above, the dwarf rolled his eyes, "Ye all have to be a pain in me arse?"
Suddenly, from the onlookers of the Clay warrior (G11), can see a sudden green vine began to wrap itself around the construct (18 to hit). Then, as suddenly as it appeared, it was yanked downwards, bringing the construct along with it (takes 3 damage from vines). The heroes can then hear from 20ft bellow in a deep (Irish) accent, "Yer mine tin can!" Laughing hysterically along the way.
The dwarf, now with a new visitor tell both constructs, "Apologies from this 'ol dwarf, but I best be going!" The dwarf, knowing he will be taking the hit from the construct from behind, suddenly undergoes a physical transformation. His body begins to shrink; his hair, skin, eyes, everything begins to darken. His eyes grow and separate into eight large orbs, and his mouth separates into two pincers. Now a spider (AC: 14 HP: 31), he crawls along the surface of the wall and squeezes through the openings along the bar (Now at J13). He decides to stay and wait there while the humans make their way to the exit.
Nenne lobs a grateful look at the fighter. "You are brave, you are injured, and I'll heal you when we're safe," she says to him. "Come with me, storyteller!" Scooping the bard up once more, she sprints toward the temple exit.
As if spurred by the will of Kelemvor himself, the skeletal red hand slams down again on the construct beneath it. Attack: 18 Damage: 11
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Moving diagonally a couple times, I can Dash to H15 if I run west.
Allister falls into rhythm again becoming that blur of parrying sword swipes. It's all the fighter can do as he backs out of the temple. The spider is left defending the retreatimg companions and it pays for it. A shield comes in hard (9 damage) followed by two spear pricks (12 damage and 11 damage). As the party exits the temple to safety, the clay gladiators do not follow. They quickly become scarce and disappear into the depth of the temple.
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Nenne scans the surroundings for any sign of danger drawn to the sounds of the battle's commotion (Perception 13) and then surveys her friends. She grimaces at their blood, and from her own injuries. "This temple has nothing but bloodshed waiting for us. I do not like this place."
Her eyes shift to the giant spider that she knows was once a dwarf, having seen him transform when she was at the edge of the pit. "And who might that be?" she asks, graphite eyebrow raised.
All eight eyes focus in on the elf. The large furry body of the spider remains silent for a couple minutes- surveying the people of which it just fought with- before it finally speaks, or at least attempts too. It stops, and slowly the body begins to convulse, shrinking at it does so.
Once the body of the spider is no longer itself, but a dwarf, the clear sunlight gives the companions a clear look at him. The dwarf, four feet tall, is a larger dwarf by normal standards- giving the hint that he may have had a little too many breakfasts' before taking his journey now. His blond beard, only inches long but very thick, had a braid along its center where his chin was hidden and went a little further than the rest of the beard. The top of his head was void of any hair, and looked as if is almost polished. Still, even from the recent battle.
He had a stocky yet wide build and looked as if he wasn't in the happiest mood. Until he spoke. "Me name be Lemon. Lemon Leaf of past Mount. Hrakhama, one protector of many fer the forest of this 'er land... whatever it may be called. Aye, I be stranger to ye folk, but I seek only friendship! I came seeking a reek within this 'er lands by natures decree. I be killing them Yuan-ti and ghouls all throughout them fortnights, however-" and he points at the Yuan-ti (Sthara)- "Ye seem to be to me liking. Ye may live Yuan." He began to laugh heartily afterwards, bringing forth a wooden shield with an angry face carved onto it. He brings it forward and rests his hands and head on top of it, and in front of the whole party- while grinning wildly- the face on the shield changes to a face that is laughing.
"I help ye folk, all I ask in return is for me to accompany ye all on yer journey to rid this evil. What say ye... who has not given me their names? What do ye all represent- especially ye Yuan-ti."
"Boosey", says the gnome to Lemon and he holds out his had. "You arrived in the nick of time, friend." He raises an eyebrow to make it a question. "Those things in there would do well in a circus, what in all the hells were they anyway?" He watches as the shield changes its face. He laughs and says "Thank you," before just lying down in exhaustion.
Nenne inclines her head to the dwarf. "I am Nenne Amharat, cleric of Kelemvor. Ridding this land of evil is most certainly our aim, and I am always a friend to one who slays abominations. Your assistance was most welcome. Thank you for intervening in a fight that was not your own. I am grateful."
Lemon shrugs, "Aye, they are unbeknownst to I as well- but I care not fer them sorry tin cans. If ye had me arrive sooner, this 'er situation we be havin' now would be down there celebratin'." Lemon looks at the group then back towards Boosey. "Ye a kind fellow, gnome. May nature bless ye highly if she so chooses."
He then looks to Nenne, "Ye also a good elf. Unlike me own folk, I can tolerate ye race." He lets out a laugh. "Had to deal with them wood elves some how!" After his laugh he continues, "Aye, it may not have been me fight, but it was one I couldn't miss! Let us travel with one another! I will provide the best assistance that me body can allow!"
His face once more goes serious, the face on his shield as well putting a straight face on. "Howev'er. My oath is to 'er island. To nature 'erself. You cross me, and ye shall be double crossing ye own life."
Orvex comes back to the group shortly after the druid returns to his natural form. Scratching his head he says, "I lost my wits back there. I'm not good on the front lines. I swear I'm better with this thing." He holds up the sling and the pouch nearly three quarters empty.
Throughout the mingling of her comrades and this dwarf who fought with them in the temple, Sthara remains quiet. Even when addressed directly by the smell, yellow-faced one, she just looks down. Though not a stranger to the negative view that nearly the whole of Chult has towards her race, she is never well-equipped to face it head-on.
Orvex’s statement about the fight makes Sthara smile.
“Perhaps you are. It is no wonder though that you came with wizards at your side.”
As soon as the group is out of danger and everyone caught his breath Allister turns to his companions, his face red and contorted with rage. He yells „What in the Nine Hells was that? Do you have a death wish? There was no reason to attack the constructs in the background. No. Reason. They were just WAITING to enter the fray. Remember what the writing said? They wanted to fight with honor. You provoked them and they nearly stabbed me to death. I have no idea how I survived their onslaught. And I told you to get back. Why didn’t you go back? I had nowhere to go. You blocked my retreat. OUR retreat. If it wasn’t for him“ he points at the dwarf „we would all be DEAD!“ Allister takes a deep breath, keeps it in for a second and exhales. With his voice back to normal he says „I don’t know where you came from but thank Tymora you were there. Thank you for helping us in this fight. Call me Allister.“ He extends his hand to the dwarf. After his introduction he again turns to the group. „When do we get back in? All my gear is in the shrine, and we need to get the spears.“
Orvex shrugs in assent to Sthara's statement then finds his backbone after Allister is done speaking. Still speaking from the side of the group the scribe says, "What do you mean waiting, Allister? Just what are you proposing here? Perhaps this is some sort of puzzle dedicated to...." He trails off not even listening to anyone then scrambles for his notes.
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"I'm relieved you're safe," Nenne says, taking the gnome in her arms. "Now let's move." She picks him up and runs back up the stairs and toward the pit. Seeing the construct threatening the strange dwarf, she sets Boosey down with one hand and weaves a subtle sign with the other as the avatar of Kelemvor moves to strike the creature. (Spiritual Weapon Attack: 23 Damage: 6)
The gladiator in the tunnel follows the bard and cleric out of the tunnel. It leaps up into the corner, stradling it with one foot on each wall lining up a spear strike for the gnome.
The druid is having a hard time keeping up with the furiously fast strikes of the clay gladiator down in the pit. After blocking off several spear strikes in a row, the creature cuts across with its shield, taking Lemon in the ear (7 damage). Hot blood runs out of the wound accompanied by the explosive pain of the tender area. The effect is dizzying sending the dwarf to his butt. Two more solid spear strikes has the dwarf back to reality as one draws a line of blood on his forearm (12 damage) and the second nicks hit exposed calf (13 damage).
The clay faced golem in the corner turns its empty face up at the freshly appeared sorceress and tucks its arms and weapons into a neat little package and perfectly leaps up and though the two foot square gap in the bars. As it comes through it spurs into a whirl of motion, planting its feet on the bars, swinging out at Sthara with its shield, and stabbing in at two different angles. The shield knocks the breath out of her as it connects with her chest, throwing her up against the wall (7 damage / STR save vs prone). The first spear strike follows quickly behind the giving no time to move or block (11 damage). The last spear comes in under the shield as the clay warrior withdrawls the protective barrier. The strike keeps her on the ground as it buries itself into her shoulder (11 damage).
Nenne drops the gnome close to the top of the steps and he tumbles out her arms. A few seconds later, one of the creatures appears, managing the steps as if they aren't even there. With a crack, Boosey lets fly a burst of thunder (thunderclap) breaking little bits of clay off the construct. Casting healing word once more on himself, he ducks past the plinth and Nenne to the edge of the pit. As he, moves the construct lashes out at the gnome when it sees him move.
Seemingly barely phased by the thunderclap, the warrior follows through with its lined up spear strike causing Boosey some pain for his retreat (9 damage).
With the pain of the constructs spear radiating from her shoulder where the point still pierces her, Sthara croaks out an "Away!" (Misty Step). She vanishes into mist, leaving the spear to scrape against the temple floor and reappears on her feet at the entrance. She bellows and throws out a fire bolt which splits into two that fly towards the two constructs on either side of the metal grate (With Inspiration at the top one: 15 for 8 damage, and without Inspiration at the bottom: 9 for 7 damage).
Not waiting to see if she hit her marks, she calls out to the others: "We must try and lose them in the city – this space is too small!"
She runs up and out as fast as she can, and spins, peering down into the temple to await her comrades (ending space H18 – not full movement).
Allister stares in disbelief as the constructs appear on the upper floor. He is even more shocked when his companions keep exchanging blows with them. He yells „Run, don’t stop, dammit.“ Nenne appears to be in bad shape and the next target for the constructs so he quaffs his potion of healing, unsheathes his weapons again and attacks (move to G12) in hope of distracting his target from Nenne.
As Allister approaches, the gladiator turns half of its attention to the fighter, cleanly blocking the first strike with its shield. The second strike is ducked under, leaving the sword hitting only air.
Taking a note from the fight above, the dwarf rolled his eyes, "Ye all have to be a pain in me arse?"
Suddenly, from the onlookers of the Clay warrior (G11), can see a sudden green vine began to wrap itself around the construct (18 to hit). Then, as suddenly as it appeared, it was yanked downwards, bringing the construct along with it (takes 3 damage from vines). The heroes can then hear from 20ft bellow in a deep (Irish) accent, "Yer mine tin can!" Laughing hysterically along the way.
The dwarf, now with a new visitor tell both constructs, "Apologies from this 'ol dwarf, but I best be going!" The dwarf, knowing he will be taking the hit from the construct from behind, suddenly undergoes a physical transformation. His body begins to shrink; his hair, skin, eyes, everything begins to darken. His eyes grow and separate into eight large orbs, and his mouth separates into two pincers. Now a spider (AC: 14 HP: 31), he crawls along the surface of the wall and squeezes through the openings along the bar (Now at J13). He decides to stay and wait there while the humans make their way to the exit.
Made you look.
Running like mad, Orvex leaves following after Sthara.
Nenne lobs a grateful look at the fighter. "You are brave, you are injured, and I'll heal you when we're safe," she says to him. "Come with me, storyteller!" Scooping the bard up once more, she sprints toward the temple exit.
As if spurred by the will of Kelemvor himself, the skeletal red hand slams down again on the construct beneath it. Attack: 18 Damage: 11
@DM
Moving diagonally a couple times, I can Dash to H15 if I run west.
Allister falls into rhythm again becoming that blur of parrying sword swipes. It's all the fighter can do as he backs out of the temple. The spider is left defending the retreatimg companions and it pays for it. A shield comes in hard (9 damage) followed by two spear pricks (12 damage and 11 damage). As the party exits the temple to safety, the clay gladiators do not follow. They quickly become scarce and disappear into the depth of the temple.
Nenne scans the surroundings for any sign of danger drawn to the sounds of the battle's commotion (Perception 13) and then surveys her friends. She grimaces at their blood, and from her own injuries. "This temple has nothing but bloodshed waiting for us. I do not like this place."
Her eyes shift to the giant spider that she knows was once a dwarf, having seen him transform when she was at the edge of the pit. "And who might that be?" she asks, graphite eyebrow raised.
All eight eyes focus in on the elf. The large furry body of the spider remains silent for a couple minutes- surveying the people of which it just fought with- before it finally speaks, or at least attempts too. It stops, and slowly the body begins to convulse, shrinking at it does so.
Once the body of the spider is no longer itself, but a dwarf, the clear sunlight gives the companions a clear look at him. The dwarf, four feet tall, is a larger dwarf by normal standards- giving the hint that he may have had a little too many breakfasts' before taking his journey now. His blond beard, only inches long but very thick, had a braid along its center where his chin was hidden and went a little further than the rest of the beard. The top of his head was void of any hair, and looked as if is almost polished. Still, even from the recent battle.
He had a stocky yet wide build and looked as if he wasn't in the happiest mood. Until he spoke. "Me name be Lemon. Lemon Leaf of past Mount. Hrakhama, one protector of many fer the forest of this 'er land... whatever it may be called. Aye, I be stranger to ye folk, but I seek only friendship! I came seeking a reek within this 'er lands by natures decree. I be killing them Yuan-ti and ghouls all throughout them fortnights, however-" and he points at the Yuan-ti (Sthara)- "Ye seem to be to me liking. Ye may live Yuan." He began to laugh heartily afterwards, bringing forth a wooden shield with an angry face carved onto it. He brings it forward and rests his hands and head on top of it, and in front of the whole party- while grinning wildly- the face on the shield changes to a face that is laughing.
"I help ye folk, all I ask in return is for me to accompany ye all on yer journey to rid this evil. What say ye... who has not given me their names? What do ye all represent- especially ye Yuan-ti."
Made you look.
"Boosey", says the gnome to Lemon and he holds out his had. "You arrived in the nick of time, friend." He raises an eyebrow to make it a question. "Those things in there would do well in a circus, what in all the hells were they anyway?" He watches as the shield changes its face. He laughs and says "Thank you," before just lying down in exhaustion.
Nenne inclines her head to the dwarf. "I am Nenne Amharat, cleric of Kelemvor. Ridding this land of evil is most certainly our aim, and I am always a friend to one who slays abominations. Your assistance was most welcome. Thank you for intervening in a fight that was not your own. I am grateful."
Lemon shrugs, "Aye, they are unbeknownst to I as well- but I care not fer them sorry tin cans. If ye had me arrive sooner, this 'er situation we be havin' now would be down there celebratin'." Lemon looks at the group then back towards Boosey. "Ye a kind fellow, gnome. May nature bless ye highly if she so chooses."
He then looks to Nenne, "Ye also a good elf. Unlike me own folk, I can tolerate ye race." He lets out a laugh. "Had to deal with them wood elves some how!" After his laugh he continues, "Aye, it may not have been me fight, but it was one I couldn't miss! Let us travel with one another! I will provide the best assistance that me body can allow!"
His face once more goes serious, the face on his shield as well putting a straight face on. "Howev'er. My oath is to 'er island. To nature 'erself. You cross me, and ye shall be double crossing ye own life."
Made you look.
Orvex comes back to the group shortly after the druid returns to his natural form. Scratching his head he says, "I lost my wits back there. I'm not good on the front lines. I swear I'm better with this thing." He holds up the sling and the pouch nearly three quarters empty.
Throughout the mingling of her comrades and this dwarf who fought with them in the temple, Sthara remains quiet. Even when addressed directly by the smell, yellow-faced one, she just looks down. Though not a stranger to the negative view that nearly the whole of Chult has towards her race, she is never well-equipped to face it head-on.
Orvex’s statement about the fight makes Sthara smile.
“Perhaps you are. It is no wonder though that you came with wizards at your side.”
As soon as the group is out of danger and everyone caught his breath Allister turns to his companions, his face red and contorted with rage. He yells „What in the Nine Hells was that? Do you have a death wish? There was no reason to attack the constructs in the background. No. Reason. They were just WAITING to enter the fray. Remember what the writing said? They wanted to fight with honor. You provoked them and they nearly stabbed me to death. I have no idea how I survived their onslaught. And I told you to get back. Why didn’t you go back? I had nowhere to go. You blocked my retreat. OUR retreat. If it wasn’t for him“ he points at the dwarf „we would all be DEAD!“ Allister takes a deep breath, keeps it in for a second and exhales. With his voice back to normal he says „I don’t know where you came from but thank Tymora you were there. Thank you for helping us in this fight. Call me Allister.“ He extends his hand to the dwarf. After his introduction he again turns to the group. „When do we get back in? All my gear is in the shrine, and we need to get the spears.“
Orvex shrugs in assent to Sthara's statement then finds his backbone after Allister is done speaking. Still speaking from the side of the group the scribe says, "What do you mean waiting, Allister? Just what are you proposing here? Perhaps this is some sort of puzzle dedicated to...." He trails off not even listening to anyone then scrambles for his notes.