laid back apocalypse

Lathna:

The ranger is awed by the sudden display of martial prowess from Kerric, but keeps her head about her and fires another shot, trying to finish off any surviving reavers!

Heavy Crossbow:  Attack: 7 Damage: 9

The satyr smiles a wicked grin and adds insult to injury with some vicious mockery: "Oh honey, what do you and a bad bard have in common? Real trouble landing a hit!" 

 Orric takes advantage of the opportunity provided by Kerric and Lathna dishing out the hurt and slips ina swift combo of his own with his two daggers.

Initiative
Kl | E | Ta | Ro(i) | R3 | Xb | R2(s) | F | Hn  

Crawke only found some moist wood. He was really trying to find baddies! The water was so dark and full of debris.

Initiative
Kl | E | Ta | Ro(i) | R3 | Xb | F | Hn 

Kerric swept Ebele to her feet, helping her gain her bearings before rushing back off into the fray.

After having caught her breath, the monk would put more space between her and the water. She’d coral Xalkas along with her.

Action: Dodge

Initiative
Kl | E | Ta | Ro(i) | R3 | Xb | F | Hn 

With his shot, T'chal'fronack'zcinicker takes out the second reaver while his apprentice manages to find purchase on the source of the spells.

F ST: 20 

The fathomer flickers into view.

Initiative
Kl | E | Ta | Ro(i) | R3 | Xb | F | Hn 

Reghys continues to unleash their mockery against their foe.

R3 ST: 4 

Initiative
Kl | E | Ta | Ro(i) | R3 | Xb | F | Hn 

The reaver returns Reghys’ attack with one of their own.

On Reghys
Attack: 23 Damage: 4 

Initiative
Kl | E | Ta | Ro(i) | R3 | Xb | F | Hn 

As if on queue, another crackling ball of energy heads straight for T'chal'fronack'zcinicker.

On T'chal'fronack'zcinicker
Attack: 21 Damage: 8 
(He failed his con ST so no ad. The attack would miss)

Initiative
Kl | E | Ta | Ro(i) | R3 | Xb | F | Hn 

Roll Call: Everyone!

Kerric:

Having moved back into the fray a moment ago, Kerric lays into the reaver front line with his silvered blade, though it is dimmed by much fresh blood.

Elven Curved Blade:  Attack: 14 Damage: 12

Elven Curved Blade:  Attack: 21 Damage: 9

"Archers, focus on that spellcaster behind the reavers!"  calls Kerric.

Lathna responds, shooting at the fathomer:  Attack: 12 Damage: 9

The crackling ball of energy brushes past T'chal'fronack'zcinicker, sparks reaching out and poking him in sharp painful jabs.  "AHHhhh.kkkkczz.."  He turns around and glances at the now visible enemy, then looks over at Anya, "Veeery impressive. Remind me to give you a 20% raise."   

Anya mutters, "You don't pay me anything at all....so it'll nice to get SOMETHING..."

T'chal'fronack'zcinicker winks at her, "Exactly. I'm afraid a 20% increase on zero is still zero."

Anya looks at him in shock, "That can't be right!" 

T'chal'fronack'zcinicker nods, "I'm afraid so."

Anya frowns, "Then using the word 'increase' is deceptive!!" 

T'chal'fronack'zcinicker grins, "Ahhhh, you are learning so quickly." 

This conversation occurs while the two of them both reload, hone in on the spellcaster and start release shots....

T'chal'fronack'zcinicker shot: 17 Damage: 7

Anya's shot: 24 Damage: 8

Initiative
Kl | E | Ta | Ro(i) | R3 | Xb | F | Hn 

Kerric maneuvers around Orric and Reghys in order to attack the reaver. His first strike just manages to break through his armour, dealing a devastating blow. The elf then follows up with his second blow, tearing the reaver down.

As for Lathna, her bolt would fall short of it’s target.

Initiative
Kl | E | Ta | Ro(i) | Xb | F | Hn 

T'chal'fronack'zcinicker and his apprentice casually exchange quips as they reload their weapons, unleashing them on the revealed caster. The tiefling’s bolt found its target while Lathna’s wizzed by.

Initiative
Kl | E | Ta | Ro(i) | Xb | F | Hn 

Roll Call: Reghys, Xalkas and Hawke

Anya mutters, "If only I was being paid, I might have had the motivation to make that shot."

Reghys looks to Orric: "You're quite worse for wear. Know when to drop to the back line. Better to stay up for what's coming next than toughing it out when there are others who are more suited to the task." They themself focus on the caster and shout: "After we're done with you, the only thing you'll cast is a shadow!"

Continuing their mockery, Reghys focuses their words against the fathomer.

Wis ST: 8 

Initiative
Kl | E | Ta | Ro(i) | Xb | F | Hn 

Roll Call: Xalkas and Hawke 

Now really frustrated with his lack of participation in this fight, Crawke crawls out of the water and shapes back into his druid form. "Stupid, dumb shite..." He huffs as he digs into his now sopping wet stone pouch. "Oi! Catch, mother****er!"

On the remaining enemy: Attack: 27 Damage: 8

Initiative
Kl | E | Ta | Ro(i) | Xb | F(s) | Hn 

SMACK!

Hawke just rocked his world. The fathomer caught it with his face. The sickening crunch, followed by blood, promised a broken shnoz.

Nayreen takes up a defensive position to provide cover for others.

Initiative
Kl | E | Ta | Ro(i) | Xb | F(c) | Hn 

Pain still surged through her limb, causing her breathing to be heavy, but Ebele refused to let it slow her down. She’d follow the sound of the battle field. With the most recent one sounding like a bullseye, Ebele rears a dart and hurls it.

On Fathomer
Attack: 9 Damage: 5 

Initiative
Kl | E | Ta | Ro(i) | Xb | F(c) | Hn 

Roll Call: Xalkas and Berd 

(I’m posting assuming Xalkas didn’t take enough damage to be knocked unconscious)

Time seemed to slow for the gnomish wizard as chaos erupted around him. Standing rooted to the spot in a daze. Berd looks constantly between Xalkas for directions and the ongoing battle insure what to do. But doing his best to protect the paper gnome.

Suddenly he snaps back to his senses and the world around him seems entirely different than it had been moments ago. He casts magic missile at the remaining enemy. (Dart damage 5 x 4 darts since it’s cast at 2nd level)

He’s visibly shaking and collapses to his knees shortly after releasing the spell. Berd continues to stand next to Xalkas ready to intercede any incoming attacks.

Xalkas’ magic missiles strike their target one after another. Each dart bored into the fathomer with such force he was knocked off his feet, dead before his body even hit the ground. 

Only silence followed.

Initiative Over.

Xalkas moves as far away from the water as he can. Keeping the group in sight and not going anywhere unexplored and waits as the group will inevitably search their attackers for any valuables. He keeps a watchful eye on the water while Berd stands dutifully near him. Getting everyone else the bird to let them know what he’s doing. 

T'chal'fronack'zcinicker takes a deep breath and stands up straight out of his 'combat crouch'.  (Second Wind: 3 hp's gained). 

He turns to Anya and grins at her, "I mean, none of us are getting a salary for any of this. It's all for the glory. Oh, and a share of the treasure. And of course I get a salary from my other job, but that's not really important is it.  Oh, and speaking of treasure, let's do some searching. You all dig for stuff, I'll get ready to write. And new folks, no sticky fingers. Get caught stealing, you're gone, with everything confiscated. It's in the contract." 

He begins prestidigitating himself dry, making sure his clothes are clean and hat won't warp.  Once he's cleaned himself up, he sits down on a dry spot, and pulls out the ledge and gets ready to write.  

Anya stands their sopping wet, staring at him as he's dry and comfortable on the ground.....with a bit of a "little help here" look on her face, but...he doesn't appear to notice.  She growls and stomps away leaving puddles behind her, and leans against the wall nearby looking grumpy. 

Hawke chuffs right after seeing his stone connect and break a nose. "Apparently, I'm only able to hit things in this form. Jeesh dice gods, Lady luck really be ****in' me here. Speaking of ****in'..." The druid turns to Ebele once Xalkas swiftly executes the last enemy. "They gotcha good, didn't they, Belle?" His gaze flickers over to the gnome, then to T'chal the others, his lips thinning into a frown. "We wanna... take a little break? Get, uh, dry?"

(Short rest? If not I can give some healing love!)

Ebele pops her hands up onto her hips. “I’m fiiiinnneeee.” She tries to chime, only to suck in a sharp breath from the pain. “Yeup!” Trying to hold herself up. “Just fine.” She winces, her frame giving way a bit. Okay. Not fine. “Maybe a teensy one.” The monk holds her hand up pinching her index and thumb to a small gap. “You know… For T’s administration duties…” She heaves as she blindly feels around for a wall or some dry ground to sprawl against. After a few breaths, she’d reluctantly lift her hand up. “Should we like, move…” Gesturing in a random direction as she spoke. “Further away from the water to not be shark bait?” Her head would lift up, briefly, before plopping back down with her arm. 

Kerric:

Wiping off his blade on a reaver's tunic, Kerric helps to guide Ebele into the tunnel far enough to be away from the edge of the water, saying, "Well, that was unpleasant."  After getting her settled, he moves further down the tunnel and keeps watch for any more intruders, though he does lean against the wall and recover himself a bit as well.  "I'll keep watch up this way while we rest and search."

Lathna searching bodies -- Perception:  22

Reghys , relieved, relaxes. Turning to Orric, they check him over, worried at the gash that the Reaver left: "You should get that looked to as well. But overall, great first effort, certainly more valiant then what I managed. As far as that thing about the stealing goes - If you manage to get something that T's already registered, I'm willing to give you it's value out of my own share. Consider it part of your training - and my amusement." The satyr adds the last with much chagrin, before prancing into the slowly gathering circle of allies, where they unhook their panflute and begin playing a soothing lullaby, accompanying the rest and making it ever more restful.

Anyone can recover an extra 6 as a result of the song of rest being played.

Thankful for the assistance, Ebele went where she was lead, trusting Kerric would sit her somewhere safe with the others. “I’ll keep my ears open.” She’d say as she’d lay her head back against the wall to rest.

Reghys’ lullaby filled the air with a peaceful melody that soothed the soul. 

Having been fairly untouched throughout the whole ordeal, Nayreen steps in to give Lathna some help searching the bodies.

Ebele SR: 11 

Short Rest
(Take the 6 healing from Reghys and smash that short rest button. Long day today so I will be aiming to calculate XP and dish out the loots this weekend when my brain isn’t mush :3)