laid back apocalypse

Reghys' Initiative: 12

"I honestly missed them, so sorry!"

Initiative: 9

T'chal'fronack'zcinicker initiative : 10

Without skipping a beat, Kerric calculates his next steps and like a gentleman, he'd ask the prisoners to stand clear. He'd take a couple steps back and pauses and to take a quick breath before breaking into a run. The elven warrior would bring his arms up as he'd throw himself forward.

Outside the great hall, Ebele found herself distracted petting Hawke's super soft fur. "It's like petting silk..." Seriously, soooooo soft. "What's your secret-"

Kerric bursts through the great hall window, scattering shards to the wind.

Initiative
K | H | R7 | R | R5 | T | X | Re | B | E

Roll Call: Kerric and Hawke!

Map Update:

It was a miracle Hawke was able to keep his attention off Ebele's hands long enough to look like he was ready to attack, but eventually he caves in and lets out a pleased groan. Mmh, right there, behind the ears...! Oooh, yeah, that's the stuff... His ears flicker when he hears her words, delighted at her noticing his well kept fur. Well, it's a process, but its well worth the eff--

He cuts himself off when he hears the crashing of glass, immediately bringing his attention to Koolaid man Kerric. Ho-ho-holy shite! Man just jumped outta the window! Crazy bastard! Almost forgot we were in a tussle with your hands on me. Speaking of, hold on tight! It's time to maul some *****es! With that, he lets out a loud roar and charges at the first enemy he sees (which I think is Re)!

Attack 1 on Re(?) - Nommies - Attack: 11 Damage: 12
Attack 2 on Re (again?) - Bear clawz - Attack: 7 Damage: 14

Kerric:

Leaping out the window, Kerric moves smoothly up to Ebele and draws his shining blade, setting to receive the oncoming bandits.

Readied Action to Attack when one comes in range:

 Edit:  Just realized Hawke charged.  Kerric will charge as well if he has the movement speed to do so.  If not, he will move up as much as possible and dodge.

Surprises all around her, Ebele's senses were a little overloaded. Although Hawke warned her, the monk did not end up making it over with the bear. She'd do a tumble off his back, catching herself on her feet. Her ears would pick up Kerric striding up smoothly beside her before kicking off to go toe to toe with his own foe.

Initiative
K | H | R7 | R | R5 | T | X | Re | B | E

Hawke charges the leader, safely assumed to be Reash, a fathomer. The bear's bite matches his bork! Pinning his target in place, he rakes and tears, goring his flesh.

With strikes true to his elven heritage Kerric weaves in behind the bear with a follow up attack against Reash. His first strike swiftly and smoothly sinks into the fathomer's flesh, further adding to his injuries. Though due to the tight space, the elven warrior switched up his target. With a surprising slash behind him against the bandit, Kerric would end their gate greeter on the spot.

Initiative
K | H | R7 | R | R5 | T | X | Re(s) | B | E

Shaking off his shock, Seven(R7) swaggers up, savagely swinging his sword with a sweeping swoop to boop your troop!

On Kerric
Attack: 24 Damage: 4

Initiative
K | H | R7 | R | R5 | T | X | Re(s) | B | E

Roll Call: Reghys!

On Deck: T'chal'fronack'zcisnicker and Xalkas!
(R5's gunna pew pew so may as well toss in your swings too!)

Reghys beams a bright smile as the whole crew converges to take care of the remaining reavers and cultists. "Kerric watch ou-ch!" They quickly make their way behind the raging bear and the hulking elven warrior, seeing as the more martial of their peers were in the fight now. Seeing Reash badly wounded, Reghys quips: "Crushing Wave? More like crushing defeat!"

Unsettling words: 7 detracted from Reash's save. Vicious Mockery: Wis sav 16 or 5 psychic damage and disadvantage for attacks on their next turn

Initiative
K | H | R7 | R | R5 | T | X | Re(s) | E

Reash was not expecting such a crushing cerebral assault, his will to resist completely ground to dust.

Initiative
K | H | R7 | R | R5 | T | X | Re(s) | E

A Reaver from the back rolls her eyes at Reash. If she rolled them any further, they'd have fallen out of her head. She'd rush the knight with no hesitation, expecting the other two around her to do the same.

On Kerric
(Need to include the roll ixi! DM fail)
Attack: 18 Damage: 6

Initiative
K | H | R7 | R | R5 | T | X | Re(s) | E

T'chal'fronack'zcisnicker's bolt pierces Reash in the knee, bringing the man down into physically critical condition.

Initiative
K | H | R7 | R | R5 | T | X | Re(c) | E

Roll Call: Xalkas

Map Update:

Xalkas peers out the window and points to a spot near the center of the group of cultists.

fireball

27 fire damage/ dc 14 dex save for half damage

Initiative
K | H | R7 | R | R5 | T | X | Re(c) | R6 | E

A bright streak flashes through the field, whipping by Ebele and Hawke to get to its destination at the centre of the chaos. It was like Dejavu for the bear and warrior. Flames erupt before you, engulfing you as well, though instead of searing pain like the screaming beings before you, you feel Xalkas' magic protect you. The buildings on either side of them scorch, heating hot red and catching any wooden doors on fire.

Without a whisper of a doubt, Reash perishes first with his gurgling howls echoing through the space.

Saving Throws
(They would perish on a fail)

R5 (Dex DC14): 5
R6 (Dex DC14): 1
R7 (Dex DC14): 5

Fitting enough, the female reaver who rushed Kerric proved to be tenacious. She still stood. Gritting her teeth, she'd regrip her weapon.

Finish her!
(Who'd like to do the honours, or something?)

Roll call: Anybody!

Kerric:

Kerric reels from the initial hit, then crouches defensively as the fireball hits.  Emerging unscathed and seeing only one reaver still up, Kerric flashes into action and lays into the enemy with the flat of his blade.  Perhaps she deserves to die, or perhaps not.  The three youths from town may be weighing on his conscience, but the flashing blade moves with precision nonetheless, aiming to bludgeon the reaver's head first on one side, then the other, putting her into a deep slumber....

Elven Curved Blade:  Attack: 14 Damage: 11

Elven Curved Blade:  Attack: 25 Damage: 16

Action Surge:

Elven Curved Blade:  Attack: 10 Damage: 15

Elven Curved Blade:  Attack: 28 Damage: 21

Sniff. Gag. Ebele would put a hand to her mouth when she'd catch the fresh scent of burning human flesh. Her nose would wrinkle. It really wasn't her favourite smell, especially after a meal. But the nausea would pass quicker since they were outdoors. The monk hadn't done anything this round except listen. Her face would soften as she'd step forward to Kerric still holding his stance after finishing the final cultist. The halfelf would gently place a hand on the elven warriors arm to slowly guide it down. Perhaps she should have stepped in to have tried to save him the added burden.

Hawke's druidisense can confirm that the ground of the keep fall eerily quiet. There were no more cultists, simply gawking commoners.

Ebele would turn her head up towards T'chal'fronack'zcinicker's voice. "It appears Xalkas was the perfect match."

Kerric:

Smiling at Ebele though she could not see it, Kerric looks for the rise and fall of breathing from the last cultist, saying, “I tried to spare this last one, at least, though even hitting with the flat of the blade can be quite deadly.”

He looses a hand from its double grip on the blade and rests it lightly on Elebe’s own on his arm, adding, “I was thinking about the boys from town who threw in their lot with the cultists—maybe she can be saved even if they could not.” 

Ebele's expression would soften in empathy with Kerric sharing his thoughts. "We can be merciful when it's possible..." Her head would then turn to the charred unconscious body. "And mercy is what you gave them." A blade is swift and clean when burning is just a step below drowning.

T'chal'fronack'zcinicker would sling his crossbow onto his back, and lean partially out the window. "I guess I'm meant to come down and catalog things then? Right, be there in a second."

He comes downstairs with his notebook out, and begins the gruesome job of searching and looting the bodies. 

The fight ended as fast as it started, but that was a good thing! With his senses, the druid would realize there were no more threats about, for now, so he reverts back to his regular human form and immediately takes a big stretch... and immediately regrets it. "Ow, ow ow..." He winces at the pain shooting from the gash at his side, his hand going over it for a moment. "Forgot that... I'm good! We're good. No one else around. I think. Ow. Ugh..."

Hawke' face scrunches up when he sucks in a breath. He wasn't exactly a fan of the scent of burning flesh either. With a thought, and a purse of his lips, he says aloud. "It's Febreezin' time!" 

Snapping his fingers Casting Druidcraft all over the gaff to make the area smell like fresh linen. 

Cure Wounds roll - 5

Reghys, seeing all their friends gathered again and the cultists either dead or unconscious quickly gets out of the deepscion costume they improvised. "Thanks for the help! These last few would have been a challenge all by myself. The boats are still fine, now, did you find anything that might help us in tracking down the delegation or get at the heart of the matter in there?" They point at the large keep that Kerric had lept out of mere seconds ago.