"Riiiiight?!" Facktoré would exagerate in her agreement with the man's assessment of 'nomming' sounding like a back joke. "I thought the same thing-"
Her attention would snap to Kaemgen who poked her contraption before speaking up next. "Well you see..." The inventor would start before sighing. "The only details I could logically obtain from my mumbling bumbling majesty were that there's a shapechanger eating our brethren. 'Nomming gnomes' were his words." She'd admit. "You pass." She'd confirm for him. "Dire warnings, shmire war-"
When the shiny dragonborn would speak up, Facktoré would sit back upright in her seat with her arms folded. "Imposter. Shapechanger. Similar things, both words said by the King." She'd think out loud. "It appears to be able to be a 'what'." She'd say a matter of factly before musing something else, "Come to think of it he said something about a 'rug muncher'. I thought he was just tossing out an insult. HA! Probably was a carpet..."
The gnome would shrug before gesturing forward for the group to pass. She was about to say 'be my guest' when she'd register that he asked her to 'procure' an audience. A long, super dramatic groan would leave her lips as she'd sink in her seat to the floor. "Fiiiiiiiinneeeeee. Since I poked a hole in silent bob..." Facktoré would continue the dramatics as she exited the vehicle. "You lead the way though." She'd pause long enough to wait for a couple meat shields to proceed ahead of her before adding nonchalantly. "Mind you, the last dopes who slipped by me sounded like they ran into some problems..."
Pleased that Facktoré has decided to be somewhat helpful—in her own strange way—Auric reacts with concern at the last revelation, saying, “Others have visited thy domain recently then, good gnome? Inform us of their aspect and intent should this be known to thee, and enlighten us about the impediments they encountered.”
"What is wrong with munching some carpet?" Kaemgen asks, confused, but then get distracted as the gnome continues talking. At the little gnomes direction he would gladly head out in front, always happy to take direction and guidance from one who knows what she wants.
"Not the first time others have beat us to a job," Kaemgen suggests as Auric inquires about the fact. "But we obviously do it much better... And we are here to do more than warn them, wasn't there something about the mayor wanting their contraptions to help fight the best? Perhaps Facktoré here is the one to make such things..." But mainly, Kaemgen bumbles his way onward doing the best he can and expecting to be told when to go left, right, etc...
The sun was high in the sky, marking high noon when a brindled horse gallops over the horizon at a playful speed, carrying full packs of supplies. Riding a top was Adabra, steering the mare up the hill towards her home. Nipping at their heels were two dire wolves, literally of polar opposites. One was a large alpha male as black as night while the other was petite and dainty with a coat as white as snow atop the highest peaks.
Reaching the outer stone fence of Umbrage Hill, the pair would take a shortcut. Adabra squeezes her heels and commands. Instead of using the gate, the mare would leap over the barricade with grace, only for the furry followers to do the same. The group would round the property when eventually the woman would call to slow to a trot, coming to a stop at her front door. Chest still heaving from the rush, she dismounts her steed and wipes her brow. Then just as smoothly, the wolves pull up to the pair. The healer whistles. They sit. She'd walk up to them and begin shower them with praise.
The horse whinnies and starts to impatiently clop their front hooves in place. "Yes, Nova." Exhaling a breath, Adabra would move on give the brindled horse pets and praise of her own. Before the horse was ready, the healer wold move on to start unstrapping the pack of goods. "Well, at least we got the farmers on board..." She'd hoist the items off Nova's back.
Almost immediately Nova would pouf back into her helf-elven form. She'd groan and start some over exaggerating stretches. "Whats the big deal?! Givin' Celeste and Atlas all the scritches first." She'd pout.
"You, were late." Adabra would immediately correct. Looking over the druid, she'd let out a light sigh before a soft chuckle. "And you still have peanut butter on your face from breakfast..." She'd reach to wipe it from Nova's face when it'd get swatted.
"I made it didn't I!" Nova would try to lick her own cheek before rubbing and wiping it all over the back of her wrist.
"Did you pop back to clean up like I asked?" Adabra had grabbed the pack and was heading for the door.
Nova pause abruptly. "I- I- I!"
Adabra opens the door to the home as Nova tries her best to get in first. To both of their surprises the kitchen space was indeed tidied up. A delighted smile broke through the stern woman's otherwise firm facade and her body language would relax slightly in relief of not having to do some extra work.
"Of c-course I did!" Nova would grin, trying not to sound or look confused.
The brunette would take a sweep around the area, placing the heavy pack on the table. It'd cause enough of a wind disturbance to ruffle a sheet of parchment she didn't see right away. Adabra would pick it up. It was a note, a personal one. As she read it, her smile grew with warmth. "Yes. Of course." She'd muse out loud. Folding up the note, she'd tuck it into the front of her shirt.
"Now where are those pesky brothers of yours? They're never late for lunch..."
Gnomengarde
"Yeah. Some came sniffin' around, but I didn't get a chance to talk to them." Shouting the whole time from the roaring waterfall, Facktoré would respond while her eyes were fixated on part of the dragonborn. "So like, when you shed. What do you do with your scales?"
"I had that thought too." The gnome would respond to Kaemgen's, perhaps rhetorical, question without skipping a beat. "But from one of our Kings?" She'd make a gesture as if weighing the situation, then tilting it towards one side.
"These guys have beat you to a job before?" Facktoré would raise a brow in concern. "You must not be very good at what you do..." She takes another look over the group before sucking some air in through her teeth. "Well you sir, do kinda smell like them." Shrugging to herself, she'd putter along behind Kaemgen, stepping on his heels occasionally like it's a game as the group continues their way. "If you're supposed to send a warning. Shouldn't you like warn all of us?" The gnome would tickle the back of his knee. "What's all the fuss?"
"Ha! Me make things!?" Facktoré would snort. She'd put her finger up as if to make a correction before panning to look blankly at the DM who described her a bit incorrectly for a moment. "I test and fix them." The engineer would snap back to herself and continue. "The ones who actually make things, are Fibblestib and Dabbledob." She'd continue to explain. "They're in the Inventor's Workshop. It's on the way."
Perception Check
(Are you spidey senses on point today?)
Roll Call: Kaemgen and Auric
Results
DC10: You spot blood in the room to the east. DC15: You also manage to hear whimpering and growling in the room.
MrDark is quite pleased to follow just behind the gnome as Auric and kaemgan take point. He stops listening to her run away mouth and starts paying more attention to what her body and demeanour are saying. (Insight 20. )
He watches her from behind as they walk along the trail having found this entire situation more than a bit suspicious. He also start paying attention to his surroundings as much as possible. Carpet that attacks people, that can become anything. Hmmmm.
"Beat us to the job site, not at the job," Kaemgen would point out. "Seems each time we've arrived behind them the job still needed doing. So which would you prefer, little lady? A job done quickly, or a job done right?"
"If all they did was shout from the waterfall how did you catch whiff of them?" Kaemgen would counter, enjoying the obstinate, difficult gnome.
"Well the warning is no secret," Kaemgen responds, looking at the others in his party before shrugging and continuing. "There has been a dragon spotted in these regions. It's shadow passed over us but the other day, though the beast did not land and interact with us... They mayor wants you all here to be forewarned as well as to inquire if perhaps there are any... engineers... who perhaps would have great machines which may help in combatting the beast."
(slight pause to see results of his perception...)
Kaemgen continues walking on, oblivious to all but where his feet are pointing him and the barbs from the amusingly annoying gnome...
On the other hand, Auric seems to be glancing to the East as he holds his dragon orb up high to light the way. Seeing a glistening wetness on the stone to the east, he exclaims, “Beware! Blood coats the stones to the east, and bestial sounds emanate from the darkness!”
Auric casts a spell which causes his scales to glisten with a frosty hue and steps to the east, holding his orb up high to shine its light on any threats down that hallway.
Mr.Dark whispers a brief blessing to lady luck as he bends down and picks up a rock. The rock begins to glow with bright magical light. He throws it down in the direction Auric indicates.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer? Class.
Dark's attention to Facktoré's body language and demeanor proved to be an easy task with the gnome. Much like a young child, she was literally just going through the motions of what's being asked of her. Sure she got a kick out of being a pest, but deeper than that she was genuinely concerned about losing any more gnomes. They were family, even if they didn't like her or respect her much. So you get the feeling that she's one of the last people to be updated, most of the time having to figure it out herself by piecing things together. It's like telephone tag down there. Everything she's repeated to you were honest, using key words repeated to her.
Mmhm. Mmhm. With Kaemgen carrying on the conversation Facktoré would nod along with what he was saying, almost bumping into him when he'd stop abruptly (to her). She'd go wide eyed from their dragonborn's booming alert, getting the hint to get out of the way. The golden dragon would shower the area with a vibrancy unmatched, cloaking himself in protection. Dark tosses a very shiny rock into the room for good measure.
DM
Roll A:17 Roll 1:13 | Roll 2:6 | Roll 3:17 | Roll 4:16
Auric sprouts the most beautiful butterfly wings, shimmery and vibrant in colour like his scales. Should he test them, they'd flutter. He had full control!
Auric
The caster sprouts wings like those of a butterfly. The wings give the caster a flying speed of 30 feet.
Facktoré would rub her eyes and blink a couple times to make sure she was seeing correctly. "It's a Wine Cellar, for Joybell's famous shroom shine," She'd clear her throat and correct herself. "Mushroom Wine!" I didn't have that much for breakfast...
With Auric and Mr. Dark shedding some light on the subject, Kaemgen would witness the unfolding bloody scene closest. Although their fur was stained red, the wolves were easily recognized to be the twins - Castor and Pollux. They were separated from each other, confused and in full defensive mode against... were those barrels with teeth?
Auric would recall that the founders of Gnomengarde imbued the islands in the pool beneath the waterfall with potent magics that caused the unique colorful and large mushrooms to grow there, which serve as the backbone of the settlement's livelihood. Perhaps unintentionally, these magics also created a wild magic zone around the caves. Wild magic being a kind of magic that can’t be controlled, and Gnomengarde has long been a source of it.
The name of the creature was just on the tip of his tongue, but for the life of him, Dark just couldn't quite remember. One thing was for sure though, it was a shapechanger and by definition in the beastiary that means it can polymorph into an object or back into its true, amorphous form. These predators can take on the form of inanimate objects to lure creatures to their doom.
"Those are the a-holes who snuck by me!" Facktoré would declare, peering between one of your legs. "Really though, I only saw their tails saunter by when you guys barged in." (Dark's insight would realize that earlier they were not talking about the same 'group' ahead of them...)
Initiative B1 | B2 | C | K | A | D | P
Pending Initiatives: Scott and Xeno (If either roll above a 17, go ahead with your action as well.)
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
(Getting in my catch up post. Sorry for my absence.)
Scott calls out from the hallway, “Are you sure it really hurt...” After bit more coaxing he joins the others in the chamber with Facktoré. He stays silent during the conversation until Auric treats his wound. Giving him a nod of appreciation with a quiet “thanks.” So as not to interrupt the conversation. Scott lets the shot about him being silent pass without comment. He wasn’t particularly happy with Facktoré at the moment and didn’t want to cause further issue since they seemed to be working with the group now.
As the group heads out, Scott takes up a position at the rear of the group. Happy to let Kaemgen take the lead on this one, maybe he’ll take the next bolt to the shoulder from an unfriendly “friendly” gnome. After all, he’s only getting paid to keep him alive, not unharmed.
“What’s going on up there.” Scott calls out as he has difficulty seeing past the rest of the group. At nearly the same time as Xenophon.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Initiative B1 | B2 | S | C | K | A | D | P | X
The first barrel facing off against the nearest wolf separates a wooden board from it’s frame. Appearing almost like stretched rubber, it lashes out towards its furry target, threatening to wrap them up.
On C Attack: 25 Damage: 12 On hit: Grappled! DC 13 escape
The second barrel already had its prey bleeding at its feet. Opening it’s mouth wide, it’d lunge forward to take a bite out of the second wolf.
On P Attack: 18 Damage: 9 + 5 acid damage
The first barrel successfully grabs hold of Castor while the injured Pollux manages to slip away from his attacker.
Castor ST (DC13): 20
With an immediate twist and flip, Castor manages to wriggle out of its grip.
Initiative B1 | B2 | S | C | K | A | D | P | X
Roll Call: Scott On Deck: Kaemgen, Auric and Dark.
Not really being able to tell what’s going on ahead of him, nor being able to move forward in the narrow hallway Scott sheathes his blades and readies his bow with a knocked arrow. Standing ready to loose at the first sign of a hostile creature (definitely not the gnome...)
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Kaemgen doesn't hesitate, seeing his doggos (not dogs) in danger he draws his weapons and runs into the room to attack one of these... Barreltooths, or whatever they are called! Thinking that Pollux was the more injured of the two, Kaemgen runs straight at Barrel2 and first swing his great axe at it before following up with what he intends to be a crushing blow from his hammer.
Battleaxe Attack: 21 Damage: 8
Bonus Action Warhammer Attack: 15 Damage: 6
"These a-holes are my friends!" Kaemgen screams while charging and attacking, both to Facktoré and the tooth laden barrels that make no sense at all.
"Riiiiight?!" Facktoré would exagerate in her agreement with the man's assessment of 'nomming' sounding like a back joke. "I thought the same thing-"
Her attention would snap to Kaemgen who poked her contraption before speaking up next. "Well you see..." The inventor would start before sighing. "The only details I could logically obtain from my mumbling bumbling majesty were that there's a shapechanger eating our brethren. 'Nomming gnomes' were his words." She'd admit. "You pass." She'd confirm for him. "Dire warnings, shmire war-"
When the shiny dragonborn would speak up, Facktoré would sit back upright in her seat with her arms folded. "Imposter. Shapechanger. Similar things, both words said by the King." She'd think out loud. "It appears to be able to be a 'what'." She'd say a matter of factly before musing something else, "Come to think of it he said something about a 'rug muncher'. I thought he was just tossing out an insult. HA! Probably was a carpet..."
The gnome would shrug before gesturing forward for the group to pass. She was about to say 'be my guest' when she'd register that he asked her to 'procure' an audience. A long, super dramatic groan would leave her lips as she'd sink in her seat to the floor. "Fiiiiiiiinneeeeee. Since I poked a hole in silent bob..." Facktoré would continue the dramatics as she exited the vehicle. "You lead the way though." She'd pause long enough to wait for a couple meat shields to proceed ahead of her before adding nonchalantly. "Mind you, the last dopes who slipped by me sounded like they ran into some problems..."
just an unstable unicorn.
Auric:
Pleased that Facktoré has decided to be somewhat helpful—in her own strange way—Auric reacts with concern at the last revelation, saying, “Others have visited thy domain recently then, good gnome? Inform us of their aspect and intent should this be known to thee, and enlighten us about the impediments they encountered.”
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
"What is wrong with munching some carpet?" Kaemgen asks, confused, but then get distracted as the gnome continues talking. At the little gnomes direction he would gladly head out in front, always happy to take direction and guidance from one who knows what she wants.
"Not the first time others have beat us to a job," Kaemgen suggests as Auric inquires about the fact. "But we obviously do it much better... And we are here to do more than warn them, wasn't there something about the mayor wanting their contraptions to help fight the best? Perhaps Facktoré here is the one to make such things..." But mainly, Kaemgen bumbles his way onward doing the best he can and expecting to be told when to go left, right, etc...
Umbrage Hill
The sun was high in the sky, marking high noon when a brindled horse gallops over the horizon at a playful speed, carrying full packs of supplies. Riding a top was Adabra, steering the mare up the hill towards her home. Nipping at their heels were two dire wolves, literally of polar opposites. One was a large alpha male as black as night while the other was petite and dainty with a coat as white as snow atop the highest peaks.
Reaching the outer stone fence of Umbrage Hill, the pair would take a shortcut. Adabra squeezes her heels and commands. Instead of using the gate, the mare would leap over the barricade with grace, only for the furry followers to do the same. The group would round the property when eventually the woman would call to slow to a trot, coming to a stop at her front door. Chest still heaving from the rush, she dismounts her steed and wipes her brow. Then just as smoothly, the wolves pull up to the pair. The healer whistles. They sit. She'd walk up to them and begin shower them with praise.
The horse whinnies and starts to impatiently clop their front hooves in place. "Yes, Nova." Exhaling a breath, Adabra would move on give the brindled horse pets and praise of her own. Before the horse was ready, the healer wold move on to start unstrapping the pack of goods. "Well, at least we got the farmers on board..." She'd hoist the items off Nova's back.
Almost immediately Nova would pouf back into her helf-elven form. She'd groan and start some over exaggerating stretches. "Whats the big deal?! Givin' Celeste and Atlas all the scritches first." She'd pout.
"You, were late." Adabra would immediately correct. Looking over the druid, she'd let out a light sigh before a soft chuckle. "And you still have peanut butter on your face from breakfast..." She'd reach to wipe it from Nova's face when it'd get swatted.
"I made it didn't I!" Nova would try to lick her own cheek before rubbing and wiping it all over the back of her wrist.
"Did you pop back to clean up like I asked?" Adabra had grabbed the pack and was heading for the door.
Nova pause abruptly. "I- I- I!"
Adabra opens the door to the home as Nova tries her best to get in first. To both of their surprises the kitchen space was indeed tidied up. A delighted smile broke through the stern woman's otherwise firm facade and her body language would relax slightly in relief of not having to do some extra work.
"Of c-course I did!" Nova would grin, trying not to sound or look confused.
The brunette would take a sweep around the area, placing the heavy pack on the table. It'd cause enough of a wind disturbance to ruffle a sheet of parchment she didn't see right away. Adabra would pick it up. It was a note, a personal one. As she read it, her smile grew with warmth. "Yes. Of course." She'd muse out loud. Folding up the note, she'd tuck it into the front of her shirt.
"Now where are those pesky brothers of yours? They're never late for lunch..."
Gnomengarde
"Yeah. Some came sniffin' around, but I didn't get a chance to talk to them." Shouting the whole time from the roaring waterfall, Facktoré would respond while her eyes were fixated on part of the dragonborn. "So like, when you shed. What do you do with your scales?"
"I had that thought too." The gnome would respond to Kaemgen's, perhaps rhetorical, question without skipping a beat. "But from one of our Kings?" She'd make a gesture as if weighing the situation, then tilting it towards one side.
"These guys have beat you to a job before?" Facktoré would raise a brow in concern. "You must not be very good at what you do..." She takes another look over the group before sucking some air in through her teeth. "Well you sir, do kinda smell like them." Shrugging to herself, she'd putter along behind Kaemgen, stepping on his heels occasionally like it's a game as the group continues their way. "If you're supposed to send a warning. Shouldn't you like warn all of us?" The gnome would tickle the back of his knee. "What's all the fuss?"
"Ha! Me make things!?" Facktoré would snort. She'd put her finger up as if to make a correction before panning to look blankly
at the DM who described her a bit incorrectlyfor a moment. "I test and fix them." The engineer would snap back to herself and continue. "The ones who actually make things, are Fibblestib and Dabbledob." She'd continue to explain. "They're in the Inventor's Workshop. It's on the way."Perception Check
(Are you spidey senses on point today?)
Roll Call: Kaemgen and Auric
Results
DC10: You spot blood in the room to the east.
DC15: You also manage to hear whimpering and growling in the room.
Map Update
just an unstable unicorn.
MrDark is quite pleased to follow just behind the gnome as Auric and kaemgan take point. He stops listening to her run away mouth and starts paying more attention to what her body and demeanour are saying. (Insight 20. )
He watches her from behind as they walk along the trail having found this entire situation more than a bit suspicious. He also start paying attention to his surroundings as much as possible. Carpet that attacks people, that can become anything. Hmmmm.
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Spider-Sense powers activate! Form of a 8
(Hmm, I think I am mixing my universes...)
"Beat us to the job site, not at the job," Kaemgen would point out. "Seems each time we've arrived behind them the job still needed doing. So which would you prefer, little lady? A job done quickly, or a job done right?"
"If all they did was shout from the waterfall how did you catch whiff of them?" Kaemgen would counter, enjoying the obstinate, difficult gnome.
"Well the warning is no secret," Kaemgen responds, looking at the others in his party before shrugging and continuing. "There has been a dragon spotted in these regions. It's shadow passed over us but the other day, though the beast did not land and interact with us... They mayor wants you all here to be forewarned as well as to inquire if perhaps there are any... engineers... who perhaps would have great machines which may help in combatting the beast."
(slight pause to see results of his perception...)
Kaemgen continues walking on, oblivious to all but where his feet are pointing him and the barbs from the amusingly annoying gnome...
Auric:
Perception: 18
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
Auric:
On the other hand, Auric seems to be glancing to the East as he holds his dragon orb up high to light the way. Seeing a glistening wetness on the stone to the east, he exclaims, “Beware! Blood coats the stones to the east, and bestial sounds emanate from the darkness!”
Auric casts a spell which causes his scales to glisten with a frosty hue and steps to the east, holding his orb up high to shine its light on any threats down that hallway.
Armor of Agathys
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
Mr.Dark whispers a brief blessing to lady luck as he bends down and picks up a rock. The rock begins to glow with bright magical light. He throws it down in the direction Auric indicates.
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
"Oh, huh..." Kaemgen says, looking down the way Auric is indicating.
"What's down that way?" he asks Facktoré.
Dark's attention to Facktoré's body language and demeanor proved to be an easy task with the gnome. Much like a young child, she was literally just going through the motions of what's being asked of her. Sure she got a kick out of being a pest, but deeper than that she was genuinely concerned about losing any more gnomes. They were family, even if they didn't like her or respect her much. So you get the feeling that she's one of the last people to be updated, most of the time having to figure it out herself by piecing things together. It's like telephone tag down there. Everything she's repeated to you were honest, using key words repeated to her.
Mmhm. Mmhm. With Kaemgen carrying on the conversation Facktoré would nod along with what he was saying, almost bumping into him when he'd stop abruptly (to her). She'd go wide eyed from their dragonborn's booming alert, getting the hint to get out of the way. The golden dragon would shower the area with a vibrancy unmatched, cloaking himself in protection. Dark tosses a very shiny rock into the room for good measure.
DM
Roll A: 17
Roll 1: 13 | Roll 2: 6 | Roll 3: 17 | Roll 4: 16
Auric sprouts the most beautiful butterfly wings, shimmery and vibrant in colour like his scales. Should he test them, they'd flutter. He had full control!
Auric
The caster sprouts wings like those of a butterfly. The wings give the caster a flying speed of 30 feet.
Facktoré would rub her eyes and blink a couple times to make sure she was seeing correctly. "It's a Wine Cellar, for Joybell's famous shroom shine," She'd clear her throat and correct herself. "Mushroom Wine!" I didn't have that much for breakfast...
With Auric and Mr. Dark shedding some light on the subject, Kaemgen would witness the unfolding bloody scene closest. Although their fur was stained red, the wolves were easily recognized to be the twins - Castor and Pollux. They were separated from each other, confused and in full defensive mode against... were those barrels with teeth?
Initiative!
(It's not a hallucination.)
Roll Call: Everybody!
Map Update
just an unstable unicorn.
Auric:
Initiative: 7
Arcana to understand what the heck is going on with the wings: 15
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
Mr.Dark Initiative: 4
Arcana / History / and/or Nature to recognize these creatures (all have the same modifier) : 10
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Kaemgen initiative: 11
“How’d they get there…?”
Auric would recall that the founders of Gnomengarde imbued the islands in the pool beneath the waterfall with potent magics that caused the unique colorful and large mushrooms to grow there, which serve as the backbone of the settlement's livelihood. Perhaps unintentionally, these magics also created a wild magic zone around the caves. Wild magic being a kind of magic that can’t be controlled, and Gnomengarde has long been a source of it.
The name of the creature was just on the tip of his tongue, but for the life of him, Dark just couldn't quite remember. One thing was for sure though, it was a shapechanger and by definition in the beastiary that means it can polymorph into an object or back into its true, amorphous form. These predators can take on the form of inanimate objects to lure creatures to their doom.
"Those are the a-holes who snuck by me!" Facktoré would declare, peering between one of your legs. "Really though, I only saw their tails saunter by when you guys barged in."
(Dark's insight would realize that earlier they were not talking about the same 'group' ahead of them...)
Initiative
B1 | B2 | C | K | A | D | P
Pending Initiatives: Scott and Xeno
(If either roll above a 17, go ahead with your action as well.)
just an unstable unicorn.
Xenophon: 1
"What's goin' on up there?!"
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
More
(Getting in my catch up post. Sorry for my absence.)
Scott calls out from the hallway, “Are you sure it really hurt...” After bit more coaxing he joins the others in the chamber with Facktoré. He stays silent during the conversation until Auric treats his wound. Giving him a nod of appreciation with a quiet “thanks.” So as not to interrupt the conversation. Scott lets the shot about him being silent pass without comment. He wasn’t particularly happy with Facktoré at the moment and didn’t want to cause further issue since they seemed to be working with the group now.
As the group heads out, Scott takes up a position at the rear of the group. Happy to let Kaemgen take the lead on this one, maybe he’ll take the next bolt to the shoulder from an unfriendly “friendly” gnome. After all, he’s only getting paid to keep him alive, not unharmed.
“What’s going on up there.” Scott calls out as he has difficulty seeing past the rest of the group. At nearly the same time as Xenophon.
Initiative: 14
Initiative
B1 | B2 | S | C | K | A | D | P | X
The first barrel facing off against the nearest wolf separates a wooden board from it’s frame. Appearing almost like stretched rubber, it lashes out towards its furry target, threatening to wrap them up.
On C
Attack: 25 Damage: 12
On hit: Grappled! DC 13 escape
The second barrel already had its prey bleeding at its feet. Opening it’s mouth wide, it’d lunge forward to take a bite out of the second wolf.
On P
Attack: 18 Damage: 9 + 5 acid damage
The first barrel successfully grabs hold of Castor while the injured Pollux manages to slip away from his attacker.
Castor ST (DC13): 20
With an immediate twist and flip, Castor manages to wriggle out of its grip.
Initiative
B1 | B2 | S | C | K | A | D | P | X
Roll Call: Scott
On Deck: Kaemgen, Auric and Dark.
just an unstable unicorn.
(Sorry to hold things up)
Not really being able to tell what’s going on ahead of him, nor being able to move forward in the narrow hallway Scott sheathes his blades and readies his bow with a knocked arrow. Standing ready to loose at the first sign of a hostile creature (definitely not the gnome...)
Attack: 25 Damage: 15
Kaemgen doesn't hesitate, seeing his doggos (not dogs) in danger he draws his weapons and runs into the room to attack one of these... Barreltooths, or whatever they are called! Thinking that Pollux was the more injured of the two, Kaemgen runs straight at Barrel2 and first swing his great axe at it before following up with what he intends to be a crushing blow from his hammer.
Battleaxe Attack: 21 Damage: 8
Bonus Action Warhammer Attack: 15 Damage: 6
"These a-holes are my friends!" Kaemgen screams while charging and attacking, both to Facktoré and the tooth laden barrels that make no sense at all.
((ugh, these rolls... Sorry pups.))