Wolfstine 19

Thufir initiative18

Vitre- 9

Pixel: goes right after Vitre 

Gae-Al?

Steven Collins?

There is a moment before chaos erupts. From inside you hear a round of curses, someone yells, "They're lying braggarts! Kill them!" and then the front doors to the mill are shoved open, ranged weapons are pointed out of windows up high, and then armored cultists come rushing out the front door, lips pulled back into snarls and weapons at the ready.

Wolf lets loose an arrow at armored cultist A then puts his bow away

Attack: 11 Damage: 12

And closes with the same cultist

Thufir, seeing a few run out the door grins and grips his well-worn blade tightly in his hands. As he grips his weapon a blue flash of lightning appears and covers his body. He then runs forward the join the fray, swinging his sword at the first he meets.

Gae-Al steps towards Steven and rests her heavy hand on his shoulder, "The battle calls you.  Your time is now." imbuing him with heroism.  

She calls out to Wolfstine, "The pack is with you." granting him bardic inspiration.  She moves to find cover from the ranged attackers.

The half-orc smiles at his companion "Thank you. It's time I do my part here"

Steven runs towards the armored cultist C and swings his quarterstaff with both of his hands and then punches his enemy twice with his fists.

Pixal takes flight after the robed cultists assault. There is a screech as Pixal helps Wolf with his attacker.

Lord Vitre laughs as he dances through the battlefield, moving around the whizzing bolts.  He narrows his eyes on the two unengaged armored cultists and sets his scimitar ablaze with green flame blade with a flick of his wand.  The blade crackles as it speeds towards one cultist and moves to pull away from the blade to leap upon the second.

During the middle of combat, a large shadow looms over the area. It's the blue dragon who shoots lightning from their maw. Bolts hits all of the enemies, yet they seem to miss the party members.

As the players attempt to grasp what's happening, a gnome woman appears and fires arrows at one of the enemies. She shouts "The way to the mill is clear. Save it before it burns. We'll handle the rest down here."

Accompanying the gnome is a tabaxi and what appears to be a dwarven-sized bearded hag who all sweep the enemies out of the way.

As the gnome said, the way to the mill is clear. There are no patrols, which seems odd to you at first. If you're going to proceed to the mill, I need Perception checks.

Wolfstine perception20

Thufir ducks as the bolts of lightning strike all around them, though being descended from a Blue himself takes a deep breath almost feeling a bit energized from the electricity in the air. He pulls his sword well-worn sword back, quickly sliding it into it's sheath on his back, and, looking to the gnome, calls out, "Thank you! We'll meet back at the keep I'm sure." Then looking to his companions shouts, "To the mill!"

Up ahead, you see someone short with long, emerald green hair running away down the street. By chance, this is towards the mill. 

"Whats going on?" Wolfstine says as he raises his rapier from it's sheath  to engage the armor clad cultist a flash of light temporarily blinding him seeing the dragon he steps inside the mill and kicks the smoking bundle he made out

 (I guess these guys are down? Discard this if we're still in a fight)

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OOC: They're dead, they're down. You are out of Initiative.

As you approach the mill, Wolfstine that the mill appears to be fine as the fire seems controlled - much of the mill is still standing. He also notices a group of raiders hiding in the mill.

Outside the mill is the short figure who ran earlier. 

About five feet tall, green hair, and slimy looking blue skin, the figure is wearing a loose fitting brown and blue smock. He appears to be scratching his head and looking at the mill with concern on his face. He turns to notice your approach and nearly jumps out of his skin.

”Hnk! Gah! Oh. You don’t look like them. These… marauders! They’re holed up in the mill, and I need something out of there. I don’t suppose you could… you know…” He makes some vague sword fighting motions and gestures towards the raiders.

"Hah!" Thufir laughs in his deep booming voice, "That's just why we're here. These damned cultists just never know when to quit." He then makes a fist as sparks begin to flash from it. Pointing his hand towards the group that the others just gestured to he releases a bolt of lightning, similar to that of the dragon a minute ago. As the lightning streaks towards them another bolt surrounds his body, protecting him. He then charges towards the cultists.

Wolfstine looks at the Dragonborn "Careful or you'll destroy the mill"  Wolfstine looks at the sky for the dragon then back to the mill

The dragon is nowhere to be found.

Cultist (4) Initiative - 4

Guards (4) Initiative - 10

I've got Wolfstine and Thufir on Initiative, I just need the other two.

Waldeyr jumps at the sudden burst of lightning from the dragonborn but readies himself to be part of the fight now. He mutters a few words under his breath and fog begins to appear between the raiders and his new found assistance. “To buy you some time to close the gap before they load you full of arrows.” 

Steven sees the triton and smiles to him after noticing the fog. "Did you do that? If so, thank you. I would ask you what do you need that is in there, but this is not the moment for that. I'll be right back for a proper introduction" said the half-orc and ran towards the guard 4 to attack it with his quarterstaff and finish his combo with a flurry of blows.