Thick brows furrow at the sight of the guard from outside not being alerted by the loud noise. Not a scare tactic, but... How did those guys outside not hear it? He doesn't think too much on it, honestly. Whatever it was, it saved their hides from a swarm of the cultists collapsing upon the group, they just needed to dispatch of these guys in here first...
Once he feels Ebele slide off his back, he unhooks his quarterstaff from his side, and tries to give a magical whapping to R1 for trying to hurt Gnomeo!
Aeydof the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm /ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\
The Reaver was prepared, parrying and blocking Ebele's attacks. While she 'danced' with her partner, Hawke followed up with a defensive whop against the side of the first Reaver's head.
Initiative R1 T | K | R1 | E | H | X | D | R2
And shocking it was. Lightning crackles and bounces from Xalkas' hand towards his attacker. The Reaver's chainmail acts like a conductor, amplifying the sound and effects. Like a little light show, there was snapping. Sizzling. The smell of burning flesh and hair.
Ebele flinches.
Ebele: 4
Initiative R1 T | K | R1 | E | H | X | D(s)| R2
Drosnin was wobbly, and obviously bleeding from grievous wounds. She'd spit blood at Kerric's face. The priest became a blur.
Casting:Blur Disadvantage on attacks against Drosnin
Without any hesitation, the second Reaver would break into their solo, lashing out against the blonde going toe to toe with them.
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker turns to the cleric, "I do believe that a proper minister needs to pursue appropriate training, and more, certification in order to act in the position. Do you know that ordination is of course different for each civil and church body but often includes multiple steps including licence certification applications, holy statements and agreements, and sometimes an appropriate degree in church studies. I don't suppose you have a licence certificate you can present along with appropriate documentation?"
(He casts Dissonant Whispers for 13 psychic damage. DC 12 wisdom save for half damage. On a fail, she must use her reaction to move as far from me as her speed allows.)
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Zap! Snapping. Sizzling. The smell of burning flesh and hair.
"The Snake strikes the Gauntlet's Flower."
Pain. Darkness. Confusion. Disbelief. Betrayal.
Whoosh.
With a gasp, Ebele flickers back from a memory. She hangs on long enough to bend and twist her body out of the way of the Reaver's strike. Trying to keep a grip on her present, the monk tries to remind herself that her reality acknowledges Xalkas at her side... It was his voice... It's just his magic again... Not that voice... The sense of sweaty palms would cause her to slip away from solid logic.
Flashback
The half-elf's hair on the back of her neck would raise, sending a chill down her spine.
"The Snake finds the Weeping Glove..."
Ebele would swallow, clutching her staff tightly. "Wait for me!"
Hawke! Wait for me- The sound of T'chal'fronack'zcinicker's dissonant whispers interrupts Ebele's desire to shout those words from her memory. His words may be a rambling assault on the cultists mind, but it also saved her from being completely paralyzed in repetitive traumatic fear. She'd give her head a little shake. Inhaling a new breath, the blond would swallow and clutch her staff tightly. It was time to ground herself for her participation in their defense.
Initiative R2 T | K | R1 | E | H | X | D(s) | R2
Drosnin wobbles and looks over to the fake cultist leader who kept her attention. Seriously, his ruse was almost impeccable. The amount of organization was mind boggling, not to mention the policies and procedures he's rhyming off like a practices administrator. The priests eyes would dart side to side as her face would go blank. She was trying her hardest to process each piece of information he was requesting. A part of her would even go to put a finger up as if to try to pause him so she could find something to write. Then she'd remember, they were rude intruders! Damn that dapper tiefling.
Wis Save: 12
Wiped visage. Completely expressionless. Was she dead? Was she alive? The moment of uncertainty hung in the air as if for days. Eventually, Drosnin would blink out of her blank stare. Her breathing was definitely laboured and she had to lean back against the alter to steady herself. "Come back. I can show you some personal documentation." Her hand would feel around the surface.
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Kerric:
The blurred cultist leader faltered, but held her ground. Kerric’s sword flashes towards the priestess, hoping T’chal’s inspiration counteracts the defensive magic she has woven around her.
Attack with disadvantage: Attack: 9 Damage: 9
Bardic Inspiration added to attack roll if needed: 1
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Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
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Initiative R2 T | K | R1(s) | E | H | X | D(s) | R2
Kerric's blade finds it's target regardless of the blur, cutting off Drosnin's last breath. As her body slumps to the ground, she takes goblets, trinkets, books and papers down with her. loud clangs echo through the chapel.
DM 1: 17 DM 2: 15
Initiative R2 T | K | R1 | E | H | X | R2
The first Reaver's head jerks up. Their eyes focus down the pews in search of their Priestess. They see her bloodied body lay still on the ground, hand rolling over limp. She was lifeless. At that realization, they'd look to the other Reaver at their side and nod. In one swift motion, they'd pivot on their heels and head out the door.
Action: Disengage Movement: 30ft
Initiative R2 T | K | R1(s) | E | H | X | R2
"Did one just leave?" Ebele would blurt as she'd try to process all the rush of sounds at once. She'd drum her hands along her staff before giving it a horizontal push to shove the Reaver back so she could follow up with a high kick. So far these two have been equally trading blows and right now she really wanted a breakthrough.
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“One of the cultists is getting away.” Xalkas says over his shoulder to Kerric and the groups defacto expert on contracts. He then takes his diamond orb from his pocket and seemingly extracts frozen water from it and send it hurtling toward the escaping reaver.
Hawke's attention snapped onto the guards outside again once he heard the crack of thunder from Xalkas' spell. Did they hear that? He wonders briefly before his gaze darted to Ebele, trying to gauge how she had been doing regarding the sound. Despite their short time working together, it had dawned on the druid that each time a spell like that was casted, it always elicited a negative reaction from the monk. Surely the others would have known this and tried to work around using such spells? Then again...
She looked to have been doing... okay. She wasn't cowering in a corner, but it seemed as if she was trying to keep her head on her shoulders, which was good, but it also sucked that she had to do it in the first place. Maybe he could talk to Xalkas about it in the future. Just not now.
Hearing the words of warning from Ebele and Xalkas gets him to look in the direction of where the cultist had been trying to get away, his hand immediately dipping into his rocks pouch to try to chuck a stone at the fleeing reaver.
BA - Casting Magic Stone on the rocks Action - Throwing stone - Attack: 12 Damage: 8
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Aeydof the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm /ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\
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Initiative R2 T | K | R1(s) | E | H | X | R2(s)
Both attacks get launched through the door before it shuts, hurling with full intent after the fleeing Reaver but they find no purchase. The rock falls short with a thud at the foot of the tower while the ice dart smashes against that door that closed behind the Reaver, exploding into countless shards.
Initiative R2 T | K | R1(s) | E | H | X | R2(s)
The second Reaver reels back from Ebele's shove and knee to the groin. It'd take a while for them to catch their breath after some heavy groaning. Anger churns, boils and bubbles to the surface. Grabbing their toothed blade, they thrust it towards the blonde with the full desire to twist it should it find it's mark. It was time to shred this intruder.
On Ebele Attack: 9 Damage: 4
The door to the west exit flies open with such gusto, it slaps against the wall with a loud bang. A armed guard spots blood, "Drosnin down!" and rushes in towards his Priestess.
The second guard in the southern window withdraws his finger from his nose and turns. He squints, peering through the window. Eyes go wide. With a pivot and a stumble, the second bandit rushes over to the west doorway. "What in tarnation?!"
Initiative R3 T | K | R1(s) | B8 | E | H | X | B7 | R2(s)
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T'chal'fronack'zcinicker looks around, "Well, this got out of hand real quick. We can't battle this whole place...fighting withdrawal to the river folks!!"
First he's got to help clear a path. He takes aim at the reaver near the front door (R2) and shoots him.
Attack: 12 Damage: 13
Then he moves that way, to the north eastern most corner of the church where he can glances through the window to get a look at what's outside.
If by some chance the Reaver goes down, he'll move all the way outside and to the southeastern corner of the church, using it for cover but looking around to see where other bad guys might be coming from.
Holding the line, Kerric slashes at the guard in front of him (B8), and replies, “Understood,” taking a defensive stance in case the guard slashes back in return (May use reaction to Riposte).
Elven Curved Blade: .Attack: 27 Damage: 16
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Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
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Initiative R3 T | K | R1(s) | B8 | E | H | X | B7 | R2(s)
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker's bolt impales Ebele's target in the throat, dropping the Reaver like a sack of potatoes at her feet. And as if harmoniously synchronized, she hears one of the new arrivals get cut down in a similar manner at the hands of Kerric's blade.
Initiative R3 T | K | R1(s) | E | H | X | B7
But before Ebele, Hawke or Xalkas could do anything else, the first Reaver comes bursting through the door with reinforcements in toe. "Here's some friends!" The cultist tries to shove Xalkas down and out of the way to help make room for his big baddie bugbear buddies, equally as scared of the incoming beasts as you may be.
On Xalkas Shove: 2
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Initiative R3 T | K | R1(s) | E | H | X | B7 | BB1 | BB2 | BB3
At the announcement of the return of the cultist, Ebele would give a gut poke with her staff before following up with a kick in hopes to keep them down. "Would bottle necking them be better than exposing ourselves in the open?" She'd toss out the idea.
Attack: 9 Damage: 6 Unarmed Attack: 8 Damage: 6
Initiative R3 T | K | R1(s) | E | H | X | B7 | BB1 | BB2 | BB3
The druid scoffs in response to the returning cultists words. "Pssh, you friends probably don't even like you!"Hawke shakes his head in disappointment, then glances over to Ebele when she speaks up. "Personally, I like the bottleneckin' idea," Hawke says. "They can't all attack as at once if they're all pushin' n' shovin' each other to get in! Speakin' of which..."
Deciding to do something a little different, Hawke extends a hand forth from where the reaver stands, and, slowly, dark green vines and weeds begin to grow at an alarming rate, growing in size as they slither up his legs.
Action - Casting Entangle - Hoping to get the entrance of the chapel covered in vines! That area is now considered difficult terrain and any creature who is in the spells area must make a DC14 Strength saving throw or be Restrained until the spell ends!
"Watch your step, Belle! Don't wanna get tangled up in all that." He warns."... Unless you wanna, then I mean, be my guest, but I can't promise the vines will be kind to you!"
Aeydof the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm /ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\
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Initiative R3 T | K | R1(s) | E | H | X | B7 | BB1 | BB2 | BB3
With Ebele speaking, she wasn't listening close enough. Both of her attacks missed. She'd linger long enough to hear Hawke's warning, but she already used all her momentum in her attempt to strike down the cultist, she wouldn't be able to nimbly step away without risking exposing herself to the cultist. In her contemplation, she'd feel natural growth begin to evolve at her feet.
Ebele Strength ST (DC14): 8
Reaver Strength ST (DC14): 15
The vines continue to grow and expand, decorating the north eastern pews as well as the doors, continuing their course outside.
Initiative R3 T | K | R1(s) | E | H | X | B7 | B1 | B2 | B3
The bandit in the doorway brings his hand to his mouth and whistles before charging in to try his attempt at avenging the death of his fellow cultists. Taking his chances against the elven warrior, he'd lash out for his knees with his daggers.
On Kerric Attack: 21 Damage: 7 BA: 13 Damage: 7
The whistle calls attention to some other bandit guards close by.
Joining in R4 B10: 15 B11: 20
Joining in R5 B9: 3 B12: 11
Initiative R3 T | K | R1(s) | E | H | X | B7 | B1 | B2 | B3 (The Bananas in Pajamas, are coming down the stairs...)
Hawke was right, the Reaver's friends didn't like him. And they were pissed. They come barreling down the steps from the tower after the cultist, not even flinching when the vines would threaten to stop them in their tracks. Itching for a fight, their goal was to catch what ever ran into the chapel and destroy anyone with them.
B1 Strength ST (DC14): 7
B2 Strength ST (DC14): 7
B3 Strength ST (DC14): 6
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One of the bugbears thrash through the thicket unimpeded and bursts through the door with a grunt. "You're gunna die, clown!" Winding up his morningstar with a signature trot, B1 'Happy Gilmore' swings at the Reaver who managed to dance out of the vines.
On Reaver Attack: 20 Damage: 5
The morningstar rings against the Reaver's shield. He still stands.
Initiative R4 T | K| R1(s) | E(R) | B10 | B11 | H | X | B7 | B1 | B2(R) | B3(R)
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker watches in confusion as a Bugbear strikes the reaver. "This...this is why a clear understanding is required between co-workers...best enacted with, yes...you all got it..a clear contract!"
He turns and shoots the warrior who seemed to have gotten a shot in on Kerric.
Attack: 15 Damage: 9
He glances absently into his hip quiver of bolts....wondering if he's was going to have enough to shoot everyone in this whole camp.
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Just as the strike looks like it is going to bypass Kerric’s guard, he tries up a desperate parry which seems to deflect the incoming blow!
Reaction to Parry: 11
Then a crossbow bolt comes in at the man from T'chal'fronack'zcinicker and Kerric pounces on the opportunity, following up on the bolt with swing from the other side, hoping to confuse the defender.
Action to Attack with the Elven Curved Blade: Attack: 10 Damage: 15
if that is enough to take down the reaver, Kerric moves to block the door where reinforcements appear to be arriving.
Edit: Missing his mark, Kerric holds his ground to defend the others from this direction.
"Well I wasn't planning on getting caught up in it..." Ebele would comment as her feet were securely grounded. She was preparing to have to defend herself at the arrival of the Reaver's friend when she'd hear the familiar ringing of the Reaver's shield.
Initiative R4 T | K| R1(s) | E(R) | B10 | B11 | H | X | B7 | B1 | B2(R) | B3(R)
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker's bolt strikes the bandit through the shoulder, critically injuring the man. Although coughing blood, he manages to step out of the way of Kerric's fancy blade.
Initiative R4 T | K | R1(s) | E(R) | B10 | B11 | H | X | B7(c) | B1 | B2(R) | B3(R)
"Don't attack me you bugbrain!" The Reaver would grunt, shifting into a defensive position. "No wonder we put you in the towers for beating up new recruits..." Shield in one hand holding back the bugbear, he'd flourish his toothed sword in the other. Regripping the blade tightly, he'd jab it backwards for the held monk.
On Ebele Attack: 20 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
Initiative R4 T | K | R1(s) | E(R) | B10 | B11 | H | X | B7(c) | B1 | B2(R) | B3(R)
"Little busy to discuss contracts T-" Ebele was sure she could dodge any sloppy attack, but with her feet held prisoner, she took the blade to the hip. An elven curse would slip from her lips as she'd buckle slightly. The blonde would decide to focus her efforts on trying to break free from Hawke's effective restraints. If there were more of those friends on their way, she definitely wanted to be fully mobile for it. "I'm pro weedssss... It's good for the bees..." She'd mutter under her breath as she'd try to coax her way out, pulling on a leg. "I'mma friendly!"
Strength: 6
Regardless of whether she could break free or not, she'd inhale a breath to calm herself into a patient defense. (Edit:FREEDOM!)
BA: Patient Defense - 1 Ki pt
Initiative R4 T | K | R1(s) | E | B10 | B11 | H | X | B7(c) | B1 | B2(R) | B3(R)
The pair of bandits rush into the room. The first one heads straight for the armoured elf facing off with another guard. "What is this madness?" He'd draw his scimitar.
On Kerric Attack: 7 Damage: 3
"Rogue recruits!?" The other would respond as they'd load their crossbow. Cocking it, they'd take aim at the next unknown visage, the tiefling behind the knight.
On T'chal'fronack'zcinicker Attack: 24 Damage: 3
Initiative R4 T | K | R1(s) | E | B10 | B11 | H | X | B7(c) | B1 | B2(R) | B3(R)
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker takes a shot to the chest. It hits him hard, knocking the breath out of him, and cracking his rib, and goes twirling off his armor. (He takes the damage.)
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Thick brows furrow at the sight of the guard from outside not being alerted by the loud noise. Not a scare tactic, but... How did those guys outside not hear it? He doesn't think too much on it, honestly. Whatever it was, it saved their hides from a swarm of the cultists collapsing upon the group, they just needed to dispatch of these guys in here first...
Once he feels Ebele slide off his back, he unhooks his quarterstaff from his side, and tries to give a magical whapping to R1 for trying to hurt Gnomeo!
Action - Shillelagh - Attack: 21 Damage: 5
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
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Xalkas retaliates against R1 “Isn’t it shocking how these cultists always end up fighting us?”
shocking grasp
Attack: 16 thunder Damage: 7 (if advantage from them wearing metal armor... 10)
The Reaver was prepared, parrying and blocking Ebele's attacks. While she 'danced' with her partner, Hawke followed up with a defensive whop against the side of the first Reaver's head.
Initiative R1
T | K | R1 | E | H | X | D | R2
And shocking it was. Lightning crackles and bounces from Xalkas' hand towards his attacker. The Reaver's chainmail acts like a conductor, amplifying the sound and effects. Like a little light show, there was snapping. Sizzling. The smell of burning flesh and hair.
Ebele flinches.
Ebele: 4
Initiative R1
T | K | R1 | E | H | X | D(s) | R2
Drosnin was wobbly, and obviously bleeding from grievous wounds. She'd spit blood at Kerric's face. The priest became a blur.
Casting: Blur
Disadvantage on attacks against Drosnin
Without any hesitation, the second Reaver would break into their solo, lashing out against the blonde going toe to toe with them.
On Ebele
Attack: 10 Damage: 6
Initiative R2
T | K | R1 | E | H | X | D | R2
Roll call: T'chal'fronack'zcinicker and Kerric
just an unstable unicorn.
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Isn’t it shocking...
Ebele flinched.
Flash Back
"Impossible!"
"Isn't it... shocking?"
Zap!
Snapping. Sizzling. The smell of burning flesh and hair.
"The Snake strikes the Gauntlet's Flower."
Pain. Darkness.
Confusion. Disbelief. Betrayal.
Whoosh.
With a gasp, Ebele flickers back from a memory. She hangs on long enough to bend and twist her body out of the way of the Reaver's strike. Trying to keep a grip on her present, the monk tries to remind herself that her reality acknowledges Xalkas at her side... It was his voice... It's just his magic again... Not that voice... The sense of sweaty palms would cause her to slip away from solid logic.
Flashback
The half-elf's hair on the back of her neck would raise, sending a chill down her spine.
"The Snake finds the Weeping Glove..."
Ebele would swallow, clutching her staff tightly. "Wait for me!"
Hawke! Wait for me- The sound of T'chal'fronack'zcinicker's dissonant whispers interrupts Ebele's desire to shout those words from her memory. His words may be a rambling assault on the cultists mind, but it also saved her from being completely paralyzed in repetitive traumatic fear. She'd give her head a little shake. Inhaling a new breath, the blond would swallow and clutch her staff tightly. It was time to ground herself for her participation in their defense.
Initiative R2
T | K | R1 | E | H | X | D(s) | R2
Drosnin wobbles and looks over to the fake cultist leader who kept her attention. Seriously, his ruse was almost impeccable. The amount of organization was mind boggling, not to mention the policies and procedures he's rhyming off like a practices administrator. The priests eyes would dart side to side as her face would go blank. She was trying her hardest to process each piece of information he was requesting. A part of her would even go to put a finger up as if to try to pause him so she could find something to write. Then she'd remember, they were rude intruders! Damn that dapper tiefling.
Wis Save: 12
Wiped visage. Completely expressionless. Was she dead? Was she alive? The moment of uncertainty hung in the air as if for days. Eventually, Drosnin would blink out of her blank stare. Her breathing was definitely laboured and she had to lean back against the alter to steady herself. "Come back. I can show you some personal documentation." Her hand would feel around the surface.
Initiative R2
T | K | R1 | E | H | X | D(s) | R2
Roll call: Kerric
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just an unstable unicorn.
Kerric:
The blurred cultist leader faltered, but held her ground. Kerric’s sword flashes towards the priestess, hoping T’chal’s inspiration counteracts the defensive magic she has woven around her.
Attack with disadvantage: Attack: 9 Damage: 9
Bardic Inspiration added to attack roll if needed: 1
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
Initiative R2
T | K | R1(s) | E | H | X | D(s) | R2
Kerric's blade finds it's target regardless of the blur, cutting off Drosnin's last breath. As her body slumps to the ground, she takes goblets, trinkets, books and papers down with her. loud clangs echo through the chapel.
DM 1: 17
DM 2: 15
Initiative R2
T | K | R1 | E | H | X | R2
The first Reaver's head jerks up. Their eyes focus down the pews in search of their Priestess. They see her bloodied body lay still on the ground, hand rolling over limp. She was lifeless. At that realization, they'd look to the other Reaver at their side and nod. In one swift motion, they'd pivot on their heels and head out the door.
Action: Disengage
Movement: 30ft
Initiative R2
T | K | R1(s) | E | H | X | R2
"Did one just leave?" Ebele would blurt as she'd try to process all the rush of sounds at once. She'd drum her hands along her staff before giving it a horizontal push to shove the Reaver back so she could follow up with a high kick. So far these two have been equally trading blows and right now she really wanted a breakthrough.
Attack: 15 Damage: 6
Unarmed Attack: 17 Damage: 4
Initiative R2
T | K | R1(s) | E | H | X | R2(s)
Roll Call: Hawke and Xalkas
just an unstable unicorn.
“One of the cultists is getting away.” Xalkas says over his shoulder to Kerric and the groups defacto expert on contracts. He then takes his diamond orb from his pocket and seemingly extracts frozen water from it and send it hurtling toward the escaping reaver.
ice knife Attack: 12 Damage: 1(piercing)
Dc 13 dex save or take 6 cold damage
Hawke's attention snapped onto the guards outside again once he heard the crack of thunder from Xalkas' spell. Did they hear that? He wonders briefly before his gaze darted to Ebele, trying to gauge how she had been doing regarding the sound. Despite their short time working together, it had dawned on the druid that each time a spell like that was casted, it always elicited a negative reaction from the monk. Surely the others would have known this and tried to work around using such spells? Then again...
She looked to have been doing... okay. She wasn't cowering in a corner, but it seemed as if she was trying to keep her head on her shoulders, which was good, but it also sucked that she had to do it in the first place. Maybe he could talk to Xalkas about it in the future. Just not now.
Hearing the words of warning from Ebele and Xalkas gets him to look in the direction of where the cultist had been trying to get away, his hand immediately dipping into his rocks pouch to try to chuck a stone at the fleeing reaver.
BA - Casting Magic Stone on the rocks
Action - Throwing stone - Attack: 12 Damage: 8
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
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Initiative R2
T | K | R1(s) | E | H | X | R2(s)
Both attacks get launched through the door before it shuts, hurling with full intent after the fleeing Reaver but they find no purchase. The rock falls short with a thud at the foot of the tower while the ice dart smashes against that door that closed behind the Reaver, exploding into countless shards.
Initiative R2
T | K | R1(s) | E | H | X | R2(s)
The second Reaver reels back from Ebele's shove and knee to the groin. It'd take a while for them to catch their breath after some heavy groaning. Anger churns, boils and bubbles to the surface. Grabbing their toothed blade, they thrust it towards the blonde with the full desire to twist it should it find it's mark. It was time to shred this intruder.
On Ebele
Attack: 9 Damage: 4
The door to the west exit flies open with such gusto, it slaps against the wall with a loud bang. A armed guard spots blood, "Drosnin down!" and rushes in towards his Priestess.
The second guard in the southern window withdraws his finger from his nose and turns. He squints, peering through the window. Eyes go wide. With a pivot and a stumble, the second bandit rushes over to the west doorway. "What in tarnation?!"
Initiative R3
T | K | R1(s) | B8 | E | H | X | B7 | R2(s)
Roll call: T'chal'fronack'zcinicker and Kerric
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(P is down, just forgot the X)
just an unstable unicorn.
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker looks around, "Well, this got out of hand real quick. We can't battle this whole place...fighting withdrawal to the river folks!!"
First he's got to help clear a path. He takes aim at the reaver near the front door (R2) and shoots him.
Attack: 12 Damage: 13
Then he moves that way, to the north eastern most corner of the church where he can glances through the window to get a look at what's outside.
If by some chance the Reaver goes down, he'll move all the way outside and to the southeastern corner of the church, using it for cover but looking around to see where other bad guys might be coming from.
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Kerric:
Holding the line, Kerric slashes at the guard in front of him (B8), and replies, “Understood,” taking a defensive stance in case the guard slashes back in return (May use reaction to Riposte).
Elven Curved Blade: .Attack: 27 Damage: 16
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
Initiative R3
T | K | R1(s) | B8 | E | H | X | B7 | R2(s)
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker's bolt impales Ebele's target in the throat, dropping the Reaver like a sack of potatoes at her feet. And as if harmoniously synchronized, she hears one of the new arrivals get cut down in a similar manner at the hands of Kerric's blade.
Initiative R3
T | K | R1(s) | E | H | X | B7
But before Ebele, Hawke or Xalkas could do anything else, the first Reaver comes bursting through the door with reinforcements in toe. "Here's some friends!" The cultist tries to shove Xalkas down and out of the way to help make room for his big baddie bugbear buddies, equally as scared of the incoming beasts as you may be.
On Xalkas
Shove: 2
Map Update
Initiative R3
T | K | R1(s) | E | H | X | B7 | BB1 | BB2 | BB3
At the announcement of the return of the cultist, Ebele would give a gut poke with her staff before following up with a kick in hopes to keep them down. "Would bottle necking them be better than exposing ourselves in the open?" She'd toss out the idea.
Attack: 9 Damage: 6
Unarmed Attack: 8 Damage: 6
Initiative R3
T | K | R1(s) | E | H | X | B7 | BB1 | BB2 | BB3
Roll Call: Hawke and Xalkas
just an unstable unicorn.
Acrobatics: 8
Nimbly evading the shove, Xalkas quickly turns and scurries down the pews(action:disengage) and then moves along the wall towards b7(25ft movement)
The druid scoffs in response to the returning cultists words. "Pssh, you friends probably don't even like you!" Hawke shakes his head in disappointment, then glances over to Ebele when she speaks up. "Personally, I like the bottleneckin' idea," Hawke says. "They can't all attack as at once if they're all pushin' n' shovin' each other to get in! Speakin' of which..."
Deciding to do something a little different, Hawke extends a hand forth from where the reaver stands, and, slowly, dark green vines and weeds begin to grow at an alarming rate, growing in size as they slither up his legs.
Action - Casting Entangle - Hoping to get the entrance of the chapel covered in vines! That area is now considered difficult terrain and any creature who is in the spells area must make a DC14 Strength saving throw or be Restrained until the spell ends!
"Watch your step, Belle! Don't wanna get tangled up in all that." He warns. "... Unless you wanna, then I mean, be my guest, but I can't promise the vines will be kind to you!"
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\
Initiative R3
T | K | R1(s) | E | H | X | B7 | BB1 | BB2 | BB3
With Ebele speaking, she wasn't listening close enough. Both of her attacks missed. She'd linger long enough to hear Hawke's warning, but she already used all her momentum in her attempt to strike down the cultist, she wouldn't be able to nimbly step away without risking exposing herself to the cultist. In her contemplation, she'd feel natural growth begin to evolve at her feet.
Ebele
Strength ST (DC14): 8
Reaver
Strength ST (DC14): 15
The vines continue to grow and expand, decorating the north eastern pews as well as the doors, continuing their course outside.
Initiative R3
T | K | R1(s) | E | H | X | B7 | B1 | B2 | B3
The bandit in the doorway brings his hand to his mouth and whistles before charging in to try his attempt at avenging the death of his fellow cultists. Taking his chances against the elven warrior, he'd lash out for his knees with his daggers.
On Kerric
Attack: 21 Damage: 7
BA: 13 Damage: 7
The whistle calls attention to some other bandit guards close by.
Joining in R4
B10: 15 B11: 20
Joining in R5
B9: 3 B12: 11
Initiative R3
T | K | R1(s) | E | H | X | B7 | B1 | B2 | B3
(The Bananas in Pajamas, are coming down the stairs...)
Hawke was right, the Reaver's friends didn't like him. And they were pissed. They come barreling down the steps from the tower after the cultist, not even flinching when the vines would threaten to stop them in their tracks. Itching for a fight, their goal was to catch what ever ran into the chapel and destroy anyone with them.
B1
Strength ST (DC14): 7
B2
Strength ST (DC14): 7
B3
Strength ST (DC14): 6
Map Update
One of the bugbears thrash through the thicket unimpeded and bursts through the door with a grunt. "You're gunna die, clown!" Winding up his morningstar with a signature trot, B1 'Happy Gilmore' swings at the Reaver who managed to dance out of the vines.
On Reaver
Attack: 20 Damage: 5
The morningstar rings against the Reaver's shield. He still stands.
Initiative R4
T | K | R1(s) | E(R) | B10 | B11 | H | X | B7 | B1 | B2(R) | B3(R)
Roll call: T'chal'fronack'zcinicker and Kerric!
just an unstable unicorn.
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker watches in confusion as a Bugbear strikes the reaver. "This...this is why a clear understanding is required between co-workers...best enacted with, yes...you all got it..a clear contract!"
He turns and shoots the warrior who seemed to have gotten a shot in on Kerric.
Attack: 15 Damage: 9
He glances absently into his hip quiver of bolts....wondering if he's was going to have enough to shoot everyone in this whole camp.
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Kerric:
Just as the strike looks like it is going to bypass Kerric’s guard, he tries up a desperate parry which seems to deflect the incoming blow!
Reaction to Parry: 11
Then a crossbow bolt comes in at the man from T'chal'fronack'zcinicker and Kerric pounces on the opportunity, following up on the bolt with swing from the other side, hoping to confuse the defender.
Action to Attack with the Elven Curved Blade: Attack: 10 Damage: 15
if that is enough to take down the reaver, Kerric moves to block the door where reinforcements appear to be arriving.Edit: Missing his mark, Kerric holds his ground to defend the others from this direction.
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
"Well I wasn't planning on getting caught up in it..." Ebele would comment as her feet were securely grounded. She was preparing to have to defend herself at the arrival of the Reaver's friend when she'd hear the familiar ringing of the Reaver's shield.
Initiative R4
T | K | R1(s) | E(R) | B10 | B11 | H | X | B7 | B1 | B2(R) | B3(R)
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker's bolt strikes the bandit through the shoulder, critically injuring the man. Although coughing blood, he manages to step out of the way of Kerric's fancy blade.
Initiative R4
T | K | R1(s) | E(R) | B10 | B11 | H | X | B7(c) | B1 | B2(R) | B3(R)
"Don't attack me you bugbrain!" The Reaver would grunt, shifting into a defensive position. "No wonder we put you in the towers for beating up new recruits..." Shield in one hand holding back the bugbear, he'd flourish his toothed sword in the other. Regripping the blade tightly, he'd jab it backwards for the held monk.
On Ebele
Attack: 20 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
Initiative R4
T | K | R1(s) | E(R) | B10 | B11 | H | X | B7(c) | B1 | B2(R) | B3(R)
"Little busy to discuss contracts T-" Ebele was sure she could dodge any sloppy attack, but with her feet held prisoner, she took the blade to the hip. An elven curse would slip from her lips as she'd buckle slightly. The blonde would decide to focus her efforts on trying to break free from Hawke's effective restraints. If there were more of those friends on their way, she definitely wanted to be fully mobile for it. "I'm pro weedssss... It's good for the bees..." She'd mutter under her breath as she'd try to coax her way out, pulling on a leg. "I'mma friendly!"
Strength: 6
Regardless of whether she could break free or not, she'd inhale a breath to calm herself into a patient defense.
(Edit:FREEDOM!)
BA: Patient Defense - 1 Ki pt
Initiative R4
T | K | R1(s) | E | B10 | B11 | H | X | B7(c) | B1 | B2(R) | B3(R)
The pair of bandits rush into the room. The first one heads straight for the armoured elf facing off with another guard. "What is this madness?" He'd draw his scimitar.
On Kerric
Attack: 7 Damage: 3
"Rogue recruits!?" The other would respond as they'd load their crossbow. Cocking it, they'd take aim at the next unknown visage, the tiefling behind the knight.
On T'chal'fronack'zcinicker
Attack: 24 Damage: 3
Initiative R4
T | K | R1(s) | E | B10 | B11 | H | X | B7(c) | B1 | B2(R) | B3(R)
Roll Call: Hawke and Xalkas
just an unstable unicorn.
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker takes a shot to the chest. It hits him hard, knocking the breath out of him, and cracking his rib, and goes twirling off his armor. (He takes the damage.)
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.