Six hisses at the acid spray and the disgusting sight of the cultist's transformation. He moves back, away from the dais, thirty feet, his grip tightening on his sword. "I do not think we are prepared to fight a dragon," he agrees with Ashanti. "I should have considered things more carefully," he adds in a growl, directed squarely at himself.
Worried about what might be ahead, he reaches up to wrap his hand around his pendant, murmuring a prayer under his breath. He touches his side with his other hand, healing himself 6 points with his lay on hands.
Sinsil hurls her magic against the gout of acid surrounding the masked cultist. Spectral hands erupt from the ether, grasping his arms and yanking him from the spray.
He rolls to his feet, hurling aside his mask.You all see a once handsome face, now twisted and warped on the right side. His right arm ends in a taloned claw, his right leg twisted back at the knee in a draconic limb. A stunted wing erupts from his shoulder blade, flapping uselessly.
”YOU!” He screams at Sinsil, his ruined face contorted with hate. “YOU DID THIS!”
Behind him, the effigy of Tiamat begins to return to dormancy, its mouths closing and glow fading.
The Twisted leg Troglodyte is going to bellow at his kin and attempt to flee, longsword in hand. If anyone wants to try to use their reaction to stop him, shout out, but otherwise he’s going to dash to escape.
As for how powerful thus new creature might be- a half-transformed dragon? You have no idea.
"Well, alright then," Six shrugs, seeing his companions go for it. He raises his sword and moves back towards the half-dragon, swinging the blade at it.
Mobile- I will just point out the cultists get to act before Ashanti’s turn 😁
Tristans crossbow bolt smashes into the side of his chest. He staggers back a step, then two, clearly barely conscious. “This isn’t over”. He gasps. Slumping next to the dead cultist, he yanks the red cloak from her shoulders. “You will all suffer”.
The large male cultist sprints across the dais, reaching the half dragon just as he activates the cape of the mountebank, both of them disappearing with a swirl of fabric.
As for the Trogs, they're also going to be trying to escape, but in a more mundane way. If you wanted to switch targets to them you could probably get some opportunity attacks in, otherwise I’m going to rule we’re out of initiative.
Sinsil immediately starts inspecting the altar, returning to her odd almost regal calm as she goes over the implements and altar. "This is terrible. And now we have a dangerous enemy, buuuut... At least it's not a full fledged dragon"
The altar seems to be a solid block of basalt, carved with draconic runes. Carefully inspecting, a hairline crack runs across it, about a third of the way across.
The statue of Tiamat above has returned to dormancy, and you can’t detect any magic from it at all.
The mounds of stolen loot remain, and the body of the dead cultist.
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Six goes over to inspect the body of the dead cultist, looking for anything useful. "That does seem to be a silver lining," he agrees with Sinsil, sheathing his sword. "Unless they find another shrine and finish the ritual."
The body of the halfling woman seems to have very little in it’s pockets. You notice she has a mask of black wood, plainer than the one worn by their leader, and two rings, one on each hand. The left hand is gold, and embossed on the inner (palm) side is a tiny version of the five taloned claw. On her right, is a simple iron band that seems to vibrate gently when you touch it.
Six narrows his eyes at the vibrating ring, carefully setting the hand back down so as not to disturb it. "Ah, the ring on her right hand seems to have some strange property to it," he calls out, "and the other one bears Tiamat's symbol. Might be useful, later?" He hums to himself, carefully pocketing the embossed ring. At Ashanti's question he turns his gaze towards the loot.
"That is going to be a difficult task, indeed," he muses, his ears flattening briefly. "I would suggest taking what we can and letting them pick over it, perhaps."
Ashanti inspect the pile of treasures to see if the four of them would be able to carry it all back..
" Should we leave this here and check that we haven't missed any other areas in this cavern where the lizzies might be hiding. Though I doubt they're going to be doing much damage now that their bosses are gone."
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Sinsil initiative: 18
Sinsil and Six acting first. What ya doing?
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
"Guys we just made a sacrifice to Tiamat. Just when i thought this day couldn't get much better"
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Six hisses at the acid spray and the disgusting sight of the cultist's transformation. He moves back, away from the dais, thirty feet, his grip tightening on his sword. "I do not think we are prepared to fight a dragon," he agrees with Ashanti. "I should have considered things more carefully," he adds in a growl, directed squarely at himself.
Worried about what might be ahead, he reaches up to wrap his hand around his pendant, murmuring a prayer under his breath. He touches his side with his other hand, healing himself 6 points with his lay on hands.
No Longer ActiveSinsil will use chill touch on the dragon trying to stop any healing the dragon might be doing.
Attack: 24 Damage: 8
She will also try to see exactly how powerful this dragon might be.
6 (whichever knowledge she is proficient in all if them.)
That is genius.
Sinsil hurls her magic against the gout of acid surrounding the masked cultist. Spectral hands erupt from the ether, grasping his arms and yanking him from the spray.
He rolls to his feet, hurling aside his mask.You all see a once handsome face, now twisted and warped on the right side. His right arm ends in a taloned claw, his right leg twisted back at the knee in a draconic limb. A stunted wing erupts from his shoulder blade, flapping uselessly.
”YOU!” He screams at Sinsil, his ruined face contorted with hate. “YOU DID THIS!”
Behind him, the effigy of Tiamat begins to return to dormancy, its mouths closing and glow fading.
The Twisted leg Troglodyte is going to bellow at his kin and attempt to flee, longsword in hand. If anyone wants to try to use their reaction to stop him, shout out, but otherwise he’s going to dash to escape.
As for how powerful thus new creature might be- a half-transformed dragon? You have no idea.
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
Tristan’s turn!
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
"Yes they did! And I am gonna do this."
fires off a shot at his face
Attack: 25 Damage: 6
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Ashanti decided half a dragon was much more doable and plunged her lance at its chest.
Attack: 7 Damage: 12
Sinsil keeps up the pressure with chill touch.
Attack: 16 Damage: 5
"Well, alright then," Six shrugs, seeing his companions go for it. He raises his sword and moves back towards the half-dragon, swinging the blade at it.
Attack: 10 Damage: 5
No Longer ActiveMobile- I will just point out the cultists get to act before Ashanti’s turn 😁
Tristans crossbow bolt smashes into the side of his chest. He staggers back a step, then two, clearly barely conscious. “This isn’t over”. He gasps. Slumping next to the dead cultist, he yanks the red cloak from her shoulders. “You will all suffer”.
The large male cultist sprints across the dais, reaching the half dragon just as he activates the cape of the mountebank, both of them disappearing with a swirl of fabric.
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
As for the Trogs, they're also going to be trying to escape, but in a more mundane way. If you wanted to switch targets to them you could probably get some opportunity attacks in, otherwise I’m going to rule we’re out of initiative.
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
Sinsil immediately starts inspecting the altar, returning to her odd almost regal calm as she goes over the implements and altar. "This is terrible. And now we have a dangerous enemy, buuuut... At least it's not a full fledged dragon"
Investigation: 14
The altar seems to be a solid block of basalt, carved with draconic runes. Carefully inspecting, a hairline crack runs across it, about a third of the way across.
The statue of Tiamat above has returned to dormancy, and you can’t detect any magic from it at all.
The mounds of stolen loot remain, and the body of the dead cultist.
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
Six goes over to inspect the body of the dead cultist, looking for anything useful. "That does seem to be a silver lining," he agrees with Sinsil, sheathing his sword. "Unless they find another shrine and finish the ritual."
Investigation: 10
No Longer ActiveAshanti shrugged, " So do we think that those three were the reason the lizzies were so aggresive in their pursuit of shiny things?"
" Um....so how do we know what belongs to who out of all of this? The farm stuff should be easy enough but the rest?", she said pointing at the loot.
The body of the halfling woman seems to have very little in it’s pockets. You notice she has a mask of black wood, plainer than the one worn by their leader, and two rings, one on each hand. The left hand is gold, and embossed on the inner (palm) side is a tiny version of the five taloned claw. On her right, is a simple iron band that seems to vibrate gently when you touch it.
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
Six narrows his eyes at the vibrating ring, carefully setting the hand back down so as not to disturb it. "Ah, the ring on her right hand seems to have some strange property to it," he calls out, "and the other one bears Tiamat's symbol. Might be useful, later?" He hums to himself, carefully pocketing the embossed ring. At Ashanti's question he turns his gaze towards the loot.
"That is going to be a difficult task, indeed," he muses, his ears flattening briefly. "I would suggest taking what we can and letting them pick over it, perhaps."
No Longer ActiveAshanti inspect the pile of treasures to see if the four of them would be able to carry it all back..
" Should we leave this here and check that we haven't missed any other areas in this cavern where the lizzies might be hiding. Though I doubt they're going to be doing much damage now that their bosses are gone."