Storm King's Thunder

The sacred flame and spiritual weapon are visually swallowed by the undulating mass of ichor; you cannot see either, though Flint definitely felt the magic work.

Crownsguard walks past the possessed acolyte, and with a flick of his arm, extends his armblade, “Chaotic anathema detected. Initiating purge.” Crownsguard starts a slow, building run toward the black mass, “Engaging smite.”

Attack: 25 Damage: 10 slashing damage. Assuming that misses, Crownsguard will swing again: Attack: 17 Damage: 5 slashing damage.

Crownsguard remains silent.

Ink enacts his bladesong and rushes beneath the writhing mass of tentacles and screams, as he does he yells, "Banish it and it won't come back! It's not of this plane! I read it in a historical document about a "mighty nine."

Once beneath the writhing mass, he yells arcane words and claps his hands towards the demon releasing a massive THUNDERWAVE! 

// Thunderwave @ level three! 14 damage and get pushed 10 ft away, DC 15 CON Save for half and no push //

Crownsguard Con Save: 9

When Ink casts his thunderwave, the blast disrupts the ichor and the piercing scream suddenly explodes in a violent, staccato blast. The ichor rips itself into shreds, and the innards of the writhing mass begin to take a new shape.

The High Hammer casts some spell on the dwarven acolyte near him, and you see something dark and formless leaving the dwarf. The acolyte faints from the effort, and the High Hammer looks on at the mass of undulating blackness with apprehension.

It is then that the ichor releases a creature from some nightmare—taller than an ogre, but gaunt, with a gaping hole in its torso, revealing a bloated, hollowed-out rib cage. Skin hangs loosely from its skeletal frame, which features many spikes and other unnatural protrusions.

The monster’s oversized head contains two glassy eyes that leer at you, and it reaches out with bony, clawed hands as it screams—an ineffably haggard and hungry sound.

The gigantic creature then looks down at the unconscious dwarven acolyte, and suddenly the priest vanishes from his spot on the floor and reappears, inexplicably, in the chest cavity of the monstrous being.

It uses one hand to crush the body of the imprisoned dwarf acolyte to a bloody death, impaling him on claw and bone. With its other hand it reaches towards Flint, raking with its huge claws!

Claw Attack Against Flint: 19 Damage: 8 slashing plus 21 necrotic

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Crownsguard Con Save: 9

 (pre-appearance of monster and Ink's spell) Crownsguard is thrown back from the writhing mass, taking 6 bludgeoning damage as he slams into the wall.

Concentration Check: 14

// flint probably would not have his shield equipped would he? Needed 2 hands for the ceremony and used action and bonus action for spell casting last round.  He's ac 19 without it... yeah calling that a hit //

Crownsguard is gonna charge it once more, “Anathema, located!”

Attack: 15 Damage: 6 slashing plus a second level smite: 19 radiant damage! As the light detonated from Crownsguard’s impact, he swings again, Attack: 18 Damage: 5 slashing plus a second level smite: 27 radiant damage

"Alright, time to feed the little dragon." With that Matrix reaches under his coat and pulls out a 4 barreled object painted to appear as if it were a roaring dragon's head, points it at the monster "Roar Thunder Dragon!" A loud explosion rings out as the gun fires! He then casually punches the acolyte he was fighting in the face.

Bang! 17 for 9

Pow! 9 for 8

Ink jumps on the dais, and pulls his second adamantine scimitar.... He yells again, "It's a demon of Orcus - banish it back to the abyss!" 

He sees the struggling dwarf, and calls out, "We'll get you out!" 

Ink slashes three times at the demon's ribs with the hardened adamantine scimitars!

Main hand Attack: 10 Damage: 3

Off hand Attack: 9 Damage: 4

Main hand Attack: 10 Damage: 3

Add +4 to damage for each, forgot to include it in my roll, so.... 7, 7, 9

Don looks at Matrix, "That's new and pretty sure it is supposed to be lethal."

Bonus Action Move Hex (disadvantage on Dex): 3

He places his hands splayed in front of him thumb to thumb and suddenly flames erupt from his fingers.

Burning Hands: 11
DC 12 Dex Save for 1/2 damage.

"Is this how things are normally for you guys?" Don asks no one in particular.

Flint takes his Warhammer in two hands and attacks the creature:

Warhammer +1 Attack: 9 Damage: 12

Force hammer Attack: 17 Damage: 11

Crownsguard, Ink, and Flint assault the abysmal monster from all sides, hacking and slashing at with powerful strikes, but to little ultimate effect. Dontontion releases a sheet of flames, which the creature completely ignores. Matrix points a small tube at the creature and there is a loud explosion, followed by smoke. The creature pauses and turns to look at Matrix with ire.

——-

The dwarf priest, meanwhile, lifts his ceremonial smith hammer and calls on the favor of Moradin, and he speaks a confident word of banishment against the foul creature—but he is unsuccessful! 

As this happens, the dwarf acolyte is regurgitated from the monster’s belly in a slimy mess...but his posture is all wrong. His stare is vacant, and his head hangs limp on his shoulders as he stumbles forward.

The monster rampages, washing the room in a miasma of necrotic energy!

Everyone must make a DC 18 CON save, taking 54 necrotic damage on a failed save, or half damage on a successful one. The dwarf acolyte is seemingly unaffected by this miasma. 

The monster then continues its attacks...

Con Save: 13 Don’t Forget The Save Boost!

Oh. Oh no.

Well, Crownsguard’s down.

Crownsguard's light dims and locks up as he falls over, like a puppet with its strings cut.

Con: 22 (I'm assuming CG's aura counts here)

Con Save: 18

Don uses his innate speed to turn and dodge. //Uncanny Dodge// 

"I'm really hating this thing." 

 Con Save: 13 //For Hex//

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The monster rampages, washing the room in a miasma of necrotic energy!

Everyone must make a DC 18 CON save, taking 54 necrotic damage on a failed save, or half damage on a successful one. The dwarf acolyte is seemingly unaffected by this miasma. 

The monster then continues its attacks...

//  Ink's CON Save, before CG collapses, 25

The necrotic energy envelops Ink, he's able to shrug much of it off, but is severely damaged from necrosis. He is very much bloodied. 

 "Well, I won't be surviving another one of those," Ink grunts. 

con 17

Matrix goes limp and flops unto the ground

...the gaunt creature swings out with its claws to strike Ink, while at the same time hoisting the dwarven priest up its claw. The priest struggles but to no avail. He begins to call on Moradin for one last miracle...

Claw Attack Against Ink: 19 Damage: 10 slashing plus 17 necrotic

The undead acolyte begins to slowly stumble towards you, as if waking up after an overlong sleep.