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Xianon Lathalas
The monk is enjoying this style. He leans back to dodge his opponent's first swing, and back farther to dodge the second. Then he springs backwards onto his hands, his weight still towards the Redbrand. He lashes out with a pair of kicks, "punching" the ruffian with his heels, and using that movement to propel his feet up and over, completing the flip and coming back to his feet to face his opponent.
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Serwa shortens her grip on the Polearm to execute a shorter range slash, letting the momentum carry into a slam with the back end of the weapon, at the nearest enemy.
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As Aster's bolt streaks across the room, it's target ducks just in time and the bolt bursts against the wall. (The Bane de-buff is actually being calculated into their attacks - you can see the first two attacks last round against Xianon and Serwa have a -1d4.)
The attacks from Xianon's impressive martial arts display only seem to graze the wobbly man, not having much impact.
The blade of Serwa's radiant halberd slices easily through the man in front of her, and he crumples to the ground as the end of the pole catches the inebriating man in the chest.
Tomora struggles to keep the Redbrand attacking her at bay with her shield. She mutters an incantation and ice crystals begin to form around the man (Frostbite, DC 13. Save: 7)
Serwa closes one eye as blood from a cut gushes down her face, but she continues to pivot and slash, spinning the weapon in a figure eight to catch the enemy with the shaft of the weapon if possible.
(Nice!) Serwa easily cuts down the lone drunken man in front of her with the halberds blade and he falls spralled out on the table. The blunt end then strikes out at the man in front of Tomora, catching him in the head with a loud crack.
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Xianon Lathalas
Mentally berating himself for taking this too lightly, Xianon slips back out of his drunken boxing style. He pivots his right foot back as he aims a vicious left jab at his opponent's throat, then whips his foot around to aim a roundhouse kick to the man's head.
Aster rushes over to Serwa, trying to stay far from the redbrands, holds his hand on her shoulder and she feels a warm energy pulsing through her body (Aster casts endurance) Stay strong, paladin The next time (for 1 hour) Serwa gets hit with a weapon attack, she can use her reaction to reduce the damage by 4
The inebriated man stumbles back from Xianon's kick and trips backwards over a chair, crashing to the floor. He tries for moment to get up but his eyes roll back into his head as he slumps to the ground unconscious.
The remaining Redbrand, sensing the end, drops his blade and holds a hand to his bleeding head as he backs away, cowering. "I yield! I yield!...P...please...don't kill me!" he says sniveling.
Serwa points the bladed end of the halberd at the remaining Redbrand. "Looks like you sobered up a bit. We're going to want answers. Information about the rest of your forces, and defenses within."
The man swallows hard looking nervously at the point of Serwa's halberd, "B-b-bugbears! Three of them! Th-they keep to themselves...at the bunks...down the hall. A-a-and there's Glasstaff...In his workshop..." He points a shaky finger westward at the door you came out of moments ago. "And a couple more guards at the end of the hall...at the...the...cells..." He says sheepishly, "That's it! I swear! The rest are at the Sleeping Giant or somewhere else..."
“Are the four of you expected to report back at a certain time? Or are you just using the basement here to drink and play cards to pass the time?” Serwa asks. She is still as flat and icy as ever in her speech, the threat coming from the certainty of her action, not the bluster and intensity associated with it.
Answer with honesty, and we might answer with mercy!
“Will. Answer our questions honestly and you will live through this, Redbrand. Or don’t, and death is just as certain. Feel free to clam up and refuse at any time, by the way. Show loyalty to your group - and die for it. I’m sure it’s what they’d prefer.”
(this guy is actually one of the guards that was posted outside and came in when the fighting started)
"No reports...Glasstaff doesn't really care what we do, as long as we keep some guards posted...we're just supposed push the locals around a bit, ya'know. Scare them a little. keep them in line and run off any travelers...that's all."
Aster casts guiding bolt against the healthiest looking, not to waste his arcane energy for someone weak.
Attack: 21
damage: 20 radiant damage
Well the dice gods are not with me right now
(Wouldnt those attacks (by the 3 redbrands that are baned) be reduced by 1d4, potentially causing the hit against serwa to miss?)
Olloray Dim - Limbo's Pit
Gunther Korroden - Nightmares in the Mist
Xianon Lathalas
The monk is enjoying this style. He leans back to dodge his opponent's first swing, and back farther to dodge the second. Then he springs backwards onto his hands, his weight still towards the Redbrand. He lashes out with a pair of kicks, "punching" the ruffian with his heels, and using that movement to propel his feet up and over, completing the flip and coming back to his feet to face his opponent.
Attack: 17 Damage: 6
Bonus Attack: 10 Damage: 4
Serwa shortens her grip on the Polearm to execute a shorter range slash, letting the momentum carry into a slam with the back end of the weapon, at the nearest enemy.
Attack Action Attack Roll: 8
If a hit...
Slashing damage: 9
Additional radiant damage: 4
Bonus action Attack Roll: 14
If a hit...
Bludgeoning Damage: 7
Additional Radiant Damage: 4
As Aster's bolt streaks across the room, it's target ducks just in time and the bolt bursts against the wall. (The Bane de-buff is actually being calculated into their attacks - you can see the first two attacks last round against Xianon and Serwa have a -1d4.)
The attacks from Xianon's impressive martial arts display only seem to graze the wobbly man, not having much impact.
The blade of Serwa's radiant halberd slices easily through the man in front of her, and he crumples to the ground as the end of the pole catches the inebriating man in the chest.
Tomora struggles to keep the Redbrand attacking her at bay with her shield. She mutters an incantation and ice crystals begin to form around the man (Frostbite, DC 13. Save: 7)
(Rebrand's have initiative)
The man ignores the frost and attacks Tomora again.
(Tomora - Attack #1: 15, Dmg: 6 | Attack #2: 17, Dmg: 5)
The two drunken, cursed men attack Xianon and Serwa.
(Xianon - Attack #1: 9, Dmg: 6 | Attack #2: 4, Dmg: 7)
(Serwa - Attack #1: 11, Dmg: 6 | Attack #2: 12, Dmg: 4)
(Party has Initiative, Map: https://docs.google.com/drawings/d/173GAVH3gGohq-wnc-IQsJhBtPzOavL8nXg0URDLS748/edit?usp=sharing)
21 to hit connects with Serwa, and she takes the 7 damage. She is looking fairly badly wounded, but determined to defeat the Redbrands.
Serwa closes one eye as blood from a cut gushes down her face, but she continues to pivot and slash, spinning the weapon in a figure eight to catch the enemy with the shaft of the weapon if possible.
Attack Action Attack Roll: 25
If a hit...
Slashing damage: 6
Additional radiant damage: 1
Bonus action Attack Roll: 18
If a hit...
Bludgeoning Damage: 4
Additional Radiant Damage: 3
(Nice!) Serwa easily cuts down the lone drunken man in front of her with the halberds blade and he falls spralled out on the table. The blunt end then strikes out at the man in front of Tomora, catching him in the head with a loud crack.
OOC: Finally rolling above 10 is nice!
Xianon Lathalas
Mentally berating himself for taking this too lightly, Xianon slips back out of his drunken boxing style. He pivots his right foot back as he aims a vicious left jab at his opponent's throat, then whips his foot around to aim a roundhouse kick to the man's head.
Attack: 14 Damage: 5
Bonus Attack: 14 Damage: 5
Aster rushes over to Serwa, trying to stay far from the redbrands, holds his hand on her shoulder and she feels a warm energy pulsing through her body (Aster casts endurance)
Stay strong, paladin
The next time (for 1 hour) Serwa gets hit with a weapon attack, she can use her reaction to reduce the damage by 4
Olloray Dim - Limbo's Pit
Gunther Korroden - Nightmares in the Mist
Tomora draws her scimitar and attacks the man in front of her who has just been staggered by the blunt end of Serwa's pole arm. Attack: 16. Dmg: 8.
(Dice not working? Retry - Attack: 23. Dmg: 4)
(Redbrands have initiative)
The inebriated man stumbles back from Xianon's kick and trips backwards over a chair, crashing to the floor. He tries for moment to get up but his eyes roll back into his head as he slumps to the ground unconscious.
The remaining Redbrand, sensing the end, drops his blade and holds a hand to his bleeding head as he backs away, cowering. "I yield! I yield!...P...please...don't kill me!" he says sniveling.
Serwa points the bladed end of the halberd at the remaining Redbrand. "Looks like you sobered up a bit. We're going to want answers. Information about the rest of your forces, and defenses within."
Answer with honesty, and we might answer with mercy!
Olloray Dim - Limbo's Pit
Gunther Korroden - Nightmares in the Mist
The man swallows hard looking nervously at the point of Serwa's halberd, "B-b-bugbears! Three of them! Th-they keep to themselves...at the bunks...down the hall. A-a-and there's Glasstaff...In his workshop..." He points a shaky finger westward at the door you came out of moments ago. "And a couple more guards at the end of the hall...at the...the...cells..." He says sheepishly, "That's it! I swear! The rest are at the Sleeping Giant or somewhere else..."
“Are the four of you expected to report back at a certain time? Or are you just using the basement here to drink and play cards to pass the time?” Serwa asks. She is still as flat and icy as ever in her speech, the threat coming from the certainty of her action, not the bluster and intensity associated with it.
“Will. Answer our questions honestly and you will live through this, Redbrand. Or don’t, and death is just as certain. Feel free to clam up and refuse at any time, by the way. Show loyalty to your group - and die for it. I’m sure it’s what they’d prefer.”
(this guy is actually one of the guards that was posted outside and came in when the fighting started)
"No reports...Glasstaff doesn't really care what we do, as long as we keep some guards posted...we're just supposed push the locals around a bit, ya'know. Scare them a little. keep them in line and run off any travelers...that's all."
Serwa looks to her allies. "Any other questions for this cooperative Redbrand, before he takes a nap?"