Reign of Winter 5e

"Or paid us!" Jasun added.

"There were certainly better options than this. But if you insist upon this course." Zaf said, narrowly avoid a guard's blade, and then come in swinging with a hand alight in a sickly aura of green.

Action: Cast (2nd level)Inflict Wounds on Guard3.
Attack: 11 Damage: 15 of Necrotic.

Nadya(18),Guard2(17)(9),Jasun(17),Seraphina(16),Jirel(16),Guard4(15)(20),Guard5(14)(25),Guard3(11)(25),Zaf(10),Rose(2)

A swing and a miss from Zaf!

Nadya(18),Guard2(17)(9),Jasun(17),Seraphina(16),Jirel(16),Guard4(15)(20),Guard5(14)(14),Guard3(11)(25),Zaf(10),Rose(2)

Nadya attempts to finish off Guard2!

Attack: 8 Damage: 6

Attack: 11 Damage: 4

Guard2 attempts to hit Nadya!

Attack: 14 Damage: 6

Nadya(18),Guard2(17)(9),Jasun(17),Seraphina(16),Jirel(16),Guard4(15)(20),Guard5(14)(14),Guard3(11)(25),Zaf(10),Rose(2)

Guard2! Here we go!

"Special delivery!"

Attack: 26 Damage: 17

KABLAMO!

Jirel will cock a brow from another impressive blast by the Sun of Halifax. Remembering Rose's quip and attack against the guard that scratched her, the barbarian will cackle a little as she looks down on Guard 5. She'll bring her axes down on him.

Axe 1: 19 Damage: 9 + 2 Rage
Axe 2: 18 Damage: 7 + 2 Rage

Sera gives Guard4 another whack with her frosty greatsword. "No, I don't have a breathing problem, I just keep running across all my least favorite parts of Irrisen."

Attack: 14 Damage: 10

"Ah!" Jasun says, understanding.

Guards 2, 4, and 5 are eliminated by Jasun, Jirel, and Seraphina. Guard3 throws down his shortsword. "Don't kill me! I can tell you where Ringeirr is. That's what you're here for, right?"

"Yuuup." Sera moves her bloody sword to point at Guard 3. "Spill."

He points to a large shack in the village. "Our leader's holding heem over there, een our guardhouse. Ringeirr was attempteeng to lead a rebellion against us."

"Maybe it would have been for the better that he succeeded in doing so!" Rose would pipe in, remnants of anger still burning within her. "You should be ashamed! Bullying this poor man...! You and your friends are nothing but a bunch of thugs!" Teddy snarls in the guards direction, and to further scare him, the giant weasel will then begin to consume one of his buddies dead bodies. 

Had the others taken another moment to do whatever it was they wanted to do with the remaining guard, the firbolg would take a breath to try and cool herself down. Not a moment later did she move to help the fisherman up, promptly apologizing to him for having to go through that and checking to see if he was okay.

"How many Guards are there in the shack?"

"Three."

“Oh, my, your weasle is..” Jasun began, but decided not to continue. Afraid to get dirty, he moved a foot away from Teddy and his lunch. 

The remaining "Guard" is intimidated by Teddy eating his buddies. As are any villagers that can see this.

"Including your leader?"

It would be difficult for Jirel to calm herself. She’d stand there with her chest rising and falling in deep breaths. Her whole body still tingled from the thrill, and a low grumble remained, rolling deep from within her core. The barbarian will regrip her axes before wiping the blood off on a corpse that Teddy hasn’t snacked on yet. The barbarian will just bite on her lip, cheeks showing a hint of flushing as she’d focus on taming her pounding heart.

"Yes."

"Shall we, ladies? And bird person? And..weasle." Jasun extended his hand towards their new destination.

After seeing to the fisherman, unless he had something to add, she tells him it would be best he go elsewhere for today. Rose then tells Teddy to cease his consumption after the one, noting that he is most likely scaring the villagers more than they already have been. The weasel gives her a frown in response, but otherwise does as he is told.

The cleric will then give a worried look over Jirel, noting her flushed cheeks. "Are you okay?" She asks quietly, putting a hand to the barbarian's forehead to ensure she didn't have a fever.

Medicine (RP flavor): 13

It wasn't a fever.

Rose is hit with an overwhelming force of emotions that causes her to stumble back ever so slightly. Anger was most prominent, yet there were layers to it. There was more to that rage that Jirel had let on, and she felt it. Through the anger there was... excitement? A shiver ran down the firbolg's spine, her cheeks heating up to match Jirel's, however, followed by that was... fear... sorrow... loss... pain. So much pain. And she physically feels it. Her hand clenches over the area. Right in the lower part of her abdomen.

"A-ah... hah... S-sorry..." She breathes out, hoping that with a few breaths the pain would subside. Thankfully it did after a few more seconds, and Ioun above... she was scared. What was that? The firbolg shakes her head, trying to rid herself of the feeling, but is only able to push it back for now. They had something to do. Right.

"L-let me... I... T-ten minutes... Please." Her hands were shaking as she held onto her holy symbol, muttering a prayer with stammered words.

Prayer of Healing: Everyone regains 14 hp!