The crossbow bolt sings out and buries itself in the creature’s throat. The creature tries to stumble away, but Ashanti is already there, her lance striking under its arm and deep into its torso. It jerks and falls still. Between you, you manage to catch the body somewhat quietly and move it out of direct sight. Good rolls!
"The temple is an ancient one... built to worship Tiamat, the vile, five headed goddess of chromatic dragons. This place isn't safe to leave operational." Sinsil will study the features of the creatures to make an accurate illusion.
Six makes a face at the mention of Tiamat, a low growl vibrating in his throat. "I have no objections to ensuring it doesn't remain operational," he says, moving over to join the others by the creature.
The huge staircase is still ahead of you, and the chanting has begun to pick up pace. The torchlight seems to be oddly flickering in time to the gutteral language.
Mobile~ Sinsil will begin moving up the stairs. Creating minor illusions of trogs being tossed about like ragdolls and the sounds of a hungry cave bear to try and distract from the ritual. "Hurry now! ritual can't be good!" She calls to get companions.
You hurtle up the steps and burst into a chamber, lit by burning braziers at each corner. The room is large, about 50 feet long by 25 wide. Vaulted arches hold up the stone roof, and at the far end a raised dais holds a roughly hewn altar. The sides of the altar are piled with mounds of stolen treasure, and three dark-robed figures kneel on the dais in supplication. The central figure, a male, has stripped to the waist and is wearing a carved ebony mask in the image of a dragon. To his right, a small female figure in a red cloak, and to his left, a hulking figure wearing a cruel curved dagger on his belt. Above them, a massive stone effigy of Tiamat rears, her five heads coiled to gaze down at the worshippers in cruel arrogance.
Behind them, four troglodytes were grovelling on the cave floor, surrounded by stolen trinkets. As Sinsil's Illusions begin to rampage through the doorway, the troglodytes begin to panic, snatching up weapons and scrambling for safety on the edges of the room.
As you managed to reach the sanctum undetected, you will get a surprise round, so I will get everyone to roll initiative and state what you will do before we go into our first round.
Six will use his feline agility (double movement to 60 ft) to sprint across to the dragon-masked figure and then take a swipe at him with his longsword. If he hits, he will murmur a prayer to Avandra and call down divine smite on the masked figure.
Ouch- all of those hit. The masked man screams out in pain as two rapidly fired bolts hit home. The force of Six's slash hurls him forward onto the altar, spattering blood onto the stone. He bellows to his followers "KILL THEM ALL!" while struggling to rise.
Ashanti moved across the room diving forward to strike the red robed figure in the chest , then dropping low and thrusting again...if she can't get to him this round she'll pick someone she can get to. :)
(my post didn't go through last time) mobile~ Sinsil screams "NO BLOOD ON THE ALTAR!" to here party. She then casts cause fear on the leader as she approaches the altar.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Ashanti- I will say with the long reach of your lance, you can reach the red-cloaked cultist. Your first attack catches her in the belly, the second in the throat, and she sprawls unconscious with a crash against a pile of loot. You catch a whiff of a strange smell- sulphur?
Sinsil- You reach out with arcane energy, attempting to ensnare the mind of the masked cultist. Wisdom save- 11
Despite the fanaticism in his eyes, you feel the spell take hold. He begins to whimper and attempt to roll to the far side of the altar.
(Excellent stuff! Just need an initiative roll for Sinsil)
On count 20- you all sense the air beginning to swirl in the chamber, heated as though by a furnace. The five-headed effigy of Tiamat begins to shift and writhe, the stone eyes fixing on the bleeding cultist sprawled of the altar. A titanic voice, ancient and malevolent, sounds through every mind in the chamber, speaking to each of you in your native language. "THIS OFFER PLEASES YOUR QUEEN. I ACCEPT YOUR BARGAIN, MORTAL."
The Troglodytes throw themselves flat of the ground, screaming and gibbering with terror. The black-scaled head of the statue opens it's jaws and unleashes a gout of acid mist, consuming the masked cultist who screams in agony. Those nearest see his skin begin to bubble and slough away in patches, revealing shining black scales beneath. Those of you standing on the dais are driven back five feet to avoid the corrosive spray.
The crossbow bolt sings out and buries itself in the creature’s throat. The creature tries to stumble away, but Ashanti is already there, her lance striking under its arm and deep into its torso. It jerks and falls still. Between you, you manage to catch the body somewhat quietly and move it out of direct sight. Good rolls!
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
" So...I'm guessing the ones still in there are the priests?" She looked around at the temple.
" Did these guys build this? They don't really seem very 'stonemasony'."
"The temple is an ancient one... built to worship Tiamat, the vile, five headed goddess of chromatic dragons. This place isn't safe to leave operational." Sinsil will study the features of the creatures to make an accurate illusion.
Six makes a face at the mention of Tiamat, a low growl vibrating in his throat. "I have no objections to ensuring it doesn't remain operational," he says, moving over to join the others by the creature.
No Longer ActiveThe huge staircase is still ahead of you, and the chanting has begun to pick up pace. The torchlight seems to be oddly flickering in time to the gutteral language.
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
Mobile~ Sinsil will begin moving up the stairs. Creating minor illusions of trogs being tossed about like ragdolls and the sounds of a hungry cave bear to try and distract from the ritual. "Hurry now! ritual can't be good!" She calls to get companions.
Six follows after her, sword at the ready.
No Longer ActiveShrugging, Ashanti followed the other two.
Tristan reloads and follows
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
(Thanks for waiting guys!)
You hurtle up the steps and burst into a chamber, lit by burning braziers at each corner. The room is large, about 50 feet long by 25 wide. Vaulted arches hold up the stone roof, and at the far end a raised dais holds a roughly hewn altar. The sides of the altar are piled with mounds of stolen treasure, and three dark-robed figures kneel on the dais in supplication. The central figure, a male, has stripped to the waist and is wearing a carved ebony mask in the image of a dragon. To his right, a small female figure in a red cloak, and to his left, a hulking figure wearing a cruel curved dagger on his belt. Above them, a massive stone effigy of Tiamat rears, her five heads coiled to gaze down at the worshippers in cruel arrogance.
Behind them, four troglodytes were grovelling on the cave floor, surrounded by stolen trinkets. As Sinsil's Illusions begin to rampage through the doorway, the troglodytes begin to panic, snatching up weapons and scrambling for safety on the edges of the room.
As you managed to reach the sanctum undetected, you will get a surprise round, so I will get everyone to roll initiative and state what you will do before we go into our first round.
Dragon Mask cultist- 16
Red cloak cultist- 7
Dagger cultist- 10
Armoured troglodyte- 14
Pale Troglodyte- 6
Bone necklace Troglodyte- 15
Twisted leg Troglodyte- 17
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
Init: 17
Tristan will fire at the masked cultist.
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Cool cool, give me an attack roll.
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
Attack: 17 Damage: 7
and action surge to attack again
Attack: 15 Damage: 10
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Initiative: 18
Six will use his feline agility (double movement to 60 ft) to sprint across to the dragon-masked figure and then take a swipe at him with his longsword. If he hits, he will murmur a prayer to Avandra and call down divine smite on the masked figure.
Attack: 18 Damage: 8
If hit; divine smite - 10 radiant damage.
No Longer ActiveOuch- all of those hit. The masked man screams out in pain as two rapidly fired bolts hit home. The force of Six's slash hurls him forward onto the altar, spattering blood onto the stone. He bellows to his followers "KILL THEM ALL!" while struggling to rise.
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
Initiative:11
Ashanti moved across the room diving forward to strike the red robed figure in the chest , then dropping low and thrusting again...if she can't get to him this round she'll pick someone she can get to. :)
Lance: Attack: 4 Damage: 11
Action Surge: Attack: 14 Damage: 10
(my post didn't go through last time) mobile~ Sinsil screams "NO BLOOD ON THE ALTAR!" to here party. She then casts cause fear on the leader as she approaches the altar.
DC 13 wisdom saving throw or become frightened
Ashanti- I will say with the long reach of your lance, you can reach the red-cloaked cultist. Your first attack catches her in the belly, the second in the throat, and she sprawls unconscious with a crash against a pile of loot. You catch a whiff of a strange smell- sulphur?
Sinsil- You reach out with arcane energy, attempting to ensnare the mind of the masked cultist. Wisdom save- 11
Despite the fanaticism in his eyes, you feel the spell take hold. He begins to whimper and attempt to roll to the far side of the altar.
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
(Excellent stuff! Just need an initiative roll for Sinsil)
On count 20- you all sense the air beginning to swirl in the chamber, heated as though by a furnace. The five-headed effigy of Tiamat begins to shift and writhe, the stone eyes fixing on the bleeding cultist sprawled of the altar. A titanic voice, ancient and malevolent, sounds through every mind in the chamber, speaking to each of you in your native language. "THIS OFFER PLEASES YOUR QUEEN. I ACCEPT YOUR BARGAIN, MORTAL."
The Troglodytes throw themselves flat of the ground, screaming and gibbering with terror. The black-scaled head of the statue opens it's jaws and unleashes a gout of acid mist, consuming the masked cultist who screams in agony. Those nearest see his skin begin to bubble and slough away in patches, revealing shining black scales beneath. Those of you standing on the dais are driven back five feet to avoid the corrosive spray.
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
" Uh...is he turning into a dragon?"
" We need to go!"