Hearing violence breaking out, Red Chanter begins climbing through the window while quietly singing:
"I look around and Curio City's cold and empty (oh) No one's around to judge me (oh) I can't see clearly when you're gone And I said, ooh, I'm blinded by the lights..."
As she sings the last line she finishes casting faerie fire (Dex DC 13) in a 20ft cube that will light as much of the front room as possible while still catching the back line (should hit blue, pink, green, and orange elves) and automatically making all the rubble on the floor in the area glow red and shed dim light for another 10ft around the cube (shining light on purple elf, as well). She'll stay just within the window and crouch, ready for action.
Katia heed Daelnar call, unfroze and run out, but not before risking another spell - first success made her bold (or most likely she did not think clearly)
Fire Bolt at purpleelf Attack: 26 Damage: 11 (WM roll: 5 , if failed 47)
Following Malik around to the East, Harley attempts to smash open the other window now facing them, hoping that this one is not boarded up as securely as the previous one.
Shuffling past Harley "Sounds liker a bundle. Careful" and continues trotting back to people screaming in pain roundin the corner and seeing poor bloodied Daelnar; "Ah boy. Ain'tcha heard of dodgin'?" clicking his glowing staff against the building-a blob of light sticking against the building briefly; before floating above his obsidian pommel like a balloon as Malik whispers to it; the bubble splits into two, the breath from the whisper gently pushing the orbs from his cane, as if a lazy floating summer's dandelion touching upon the bloodied barbarian. muttring to himself "Ah brr. Used ta be easier."
Daelnar heals [[2d6]] Malik has used both Healing Light D6's for the day. (Effectively his "healing words" for the day. No more of them. Hope it rolls well) Edit: totally used the macro command for every other board. whups. 7
"Thanks old timer, be feelin' much better now." Daelran touches a hand to where the arrow had puntured his side, feeling the now healed skin. Impressed, he turns back to keep an eye on the door.
Barely seeing the overwhelming numbers ahead of him and Daelnar calls to Katia, "Back off, get outside so we aren't surrounded!" as he makes a lunge at the purple elf, and spins his glaive to jab the butt at the same elf, buying himself some space before retreating back outside the door away from the incoming arrow fire.
Hearing violence breaking out, Red Chanter begins climbing through the window while quietly singing. As she sings the last line she finishes casting faerie fire.
Blue save DC 13: 9
Pink save DC 13: 9
Green save DC 13: 18
Orange save DC 13: 3
(Orange and pink fail their saves, shedding dim light, and are marked with target icons representing advantage against them).
Katia heed Daelnar call, unfroze and run out, but not before risking another spell - first success made her bold (or most likely she did not think clearly). She claps her hands, conjuring a mote of flame. Much to her surprise, the mote explodes outward in a plume of flame directed at her target! The blaze of fire consumes the elf, burning it crispy. (purple down!)
Following Malik around to the East, Harley attempts to smash open the other window now facing them, hoping that this one is not boarded up as securely as the previous one. Her strong blow sends the shutter flying off its hinges. (Success, southern shutters™ are now open).
Shuffling past Harley "Sounds liker a bundle. Careful" and continues trotting back to people screaming in pain roundin the corner and seeing poor bloodied Daelnar; "Ah boy. Ain'tcha heard of dodgin'?" clicking his glowing staff against the building-a blob of light sticking against the building briefly; before floating above his obsidian pommel like a balloon as Malik whispers to it; the bubble splits into two, the breath from the whisper gently pushing the orbs from his cane, as if a lazy floating summer's dandelion touching upon the bloodied barbarian. muttring to himself "Ah brr. Used ta be easier."
Shagar’s arrow strikes the blue elf in the throat. He clutches at the shaft, gurgling as his blood bubbles around it. (blue down!)
Seeing their allies skewered, roasted, and pegged, the pink, green, and orange elves move deeper into the cabin, covering themselves by the wall separating the two main chambers. (Orange provokes an OA from Harley, if you’d like to take it). Hefting their crossbows, they take aim at their available targets, Harley and Red.
Daelnar hears a strained cat cry but nothing else discernable from the room. Feeling re-invigorated from Malik's glowing balls, and completely oblivious to any light that ever flickered from within, he charges back into the room still filled with rage. As he turns into the room and sees none of the elves that were there but a moment before, he presses further ahead slowed again by the debris strewn across the floor. Catching the briefest glance of movement in the darkness, his hand drops from the haft of his glaive to the axe hanging from his hip. Pulling loose the leather tie holding it in place as his hand dips to take hold of the haft. He tosses the axe underarm, only realising after the throw that the cry he heard earlier could have been the ***** cat... He hopes that it wasn't Red Chanter in the darkness.
Action: Attack: 13 Damage: 9 Free / Bonus Action: keeping hold of Glaive Movement - as per map.
Seeing the elves move deeper into the room and hearing the cries of Red, Shagar moves into the room letting her fury swell and will hold her attack until one of the elves is visible.
The unexpected enemy did not follow them outside but instead barricaded in the house. Despite her own warnings to the old man, Katia ran again after Daelnar, now inside (it was scary, but kind of exiting too)
Fire Bolt at orangeelf Attack: 23 Damage: 5 (WM roll: 3 , if failed 33)
Stick legg starting to slide in the ice as he pivots, and trotts back behind Harley's position, Malik chirps an odd sound, a noise, or perhaps a phrase. "Hoi Poi" taps his obsidian pommel against Harley's gear then points it at the (orange) elven burgle. A short lived beam of inverted light connects the two. Leaving pain where it touches.
Daelnar hears a strained cat cry but nothing else discernable from the room. Feeling re-invigorated from Malik's glowing balls, and completely oblivious to any light that ever flickered from within, he charges back into the room still filled with rage. As he turns into the room and sees none of the elves that were there but a moment before, he presses further ahead slowed again by the debris strewn across the floor. Catching the briefest glance of movement in the darkness, his hand drops from the haft of his glaive to the axe hanging from his hip. Pulling loose the leather tie holding it in place as his hand dips to take hold of the haft. He tosses the axe underarm, only realising after the throw that the cry he heard earlier could have been the ***** cat... He hopes that it wasn't Red Chanter in the darkness. The axhead buries itself in something soft, and the masculine grunt assures Daelnar it is not Red Chanter, but one of the elves.
Seeing the elves move deeper into the room and hearing the cries of Red, Shagar moves into the room letting her fury swell and will strike at the orange elf. Her arrow is lost in the elf’s cloak, failing to pierce its armor.
Despite her own warnings to the old man, Katia ran again after Daelnar, now inside (it was scary, but kind of exiting too). She releases another fire bolt, this one more controlled, that strikes the bandit square in the chest sends her burnt body collapsing to the ground. (orange down!)
Stick legg starting to slide in the ice as he pivots, and trotts back behind Harley's position, Malik chirps an odd sound, a noise, or perhaps a phrase. "Hoi Poi" taps his obsidian pommel against Harley's gear then points it at the (green) elven burgle. A short lived beam of inverted light connects the two. Leaving pain where it touches. The elf gasps in pain, glaring at the old man.
(Botting Harley): Relying on the light from Malik, Harley climbs through the southern window, drawing her greataxe and advancing on the elves left standing.
The green elf steps back to clear a shot.
Harley OA @ green: Attack: 16 Damage: 9
As he does, Harley's ax relieves him of his head. The pink elf shoots again!
Harley’s handaxes strike true, cutting down the last standing elf. Still he lives, and spits at Harley from the cluttered floor even as she kicks aside his crossbow and scimitar. "Our boss don't forget, and you'll have them to answer to now."
(Actions? Stabilizing Red, Charisma skills against the elf?)
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Old Malik falls through the window-his fake leg slipping on the ice as he was climbing over. Uttering such explicitives that most of you have never heard, being older curse words. Malik trots over and pokes the cat with the tip of his cane, and a bright light occurs for a moment. "Up ya go furball. Maybe don't leap into dens of monsters alone."
Hearing violence breaking out, Red Chanter begins climbing through the window while quietly singing:
Curio City's cold and empty (oh)
No one's around to judge me (oh)
I can't see clearly when you're gone
And I said, ooh, I'm blinded by the lights..."
Characters currently being ruined on this forum:
Neria Tallfellow (Halfling Rogue) - Curse of the Crimson Throne with Ashen_Age
Katia heed Daelnar call, unfroze and run out, but not before risking another spell - first success made her bold (or most likely she did not think clearly)
Fire Bolt at purple elf Attack: 26 Damage: 11 (WM roll: 5 , if failed 47)
(In case purple is dead - attack is on blue one)
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
Dice
Following Malik around to the East, Harley attempts to smash open the other window now facing them, hoping that this one is not boarded up as securely as the previous one.
Athletics: 19
A completed pbp forum game:
Harley Atheonaikie in Frozen Sick
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Current pbp forum games:
Delilah Rose in Rivulestice
Tragedy Whispers (Previously: A Deep & Creeping Darkness & Waterdeep: Dragon Heist)
Shuffling past Harley "Sounds liker a bundle. Careful" and continues trotting back to people screaming in pain roundin the corner and seeing poor bloodied Daelnar; "Ah boy. Ain'tcha heard of dodgin'?" clicking his glowing staff against the building-a blob of light sticking against the building briefly; before floating above his obsidian pommel like a balloon as Malik whispers to it; the bubble splits into two, the breath from the whisper gently pushing the orbs from his cane, as if a lazy floating summer's dandelion touching upon the bloodied barbarian. muttring to himself "Ah brr. Used ta be easier."
Daelnar heals [[2d6]] Malik has used both Healing Light D6's for the day. (Effectively his "healing words" for the day. No more of them. Hope it rolls well)
Edit: totally used the macro command for every other board. whups. 7
"Stay away from the door - there are five of them in there! Shooting!" Warned Katia, in case the Old Man was about to rush inside.
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
Dice
"Thanks old timer, be feelin' much better now." Daelran touches a hand to where the arrow had puntured his side, feeling the now healed skin. Impressed, he turns back to keep an eye on the door.
Bring out your inner chatacter class...
Barely seeing the overwhelming numbers ahead of him and Daelnar calls to Katia, "Back off, get outside so we aren't surrounded!" as he makes a lunge at the purple elf, and spins his glaive to jab the butt at the same elf, buying himself some space before retreating back outside the door away from the incoming arrow fire.
Hearing violence breaking out, Red Chanter begins climbing through the window while quietly singing. As she sings the last line she finishes casting faerie fire.
Blue save DC 13: 9
Pink save DC 13: 9
Green save DC 13: 18
Orange save DC 13: 3
(Orange and pink fail their saves, shedding dim light, and are marked with target icons representing advantage against them).
Katia heed Daelnar call, unfroze and run out, but not before risking another spell - first success made her bold (or most likely she did not think clearly). She claps her hands, conjuring a mote of flame. Much to her surprise, the mote explodes outward in a plume of flame directed at her target! The blaze of fire consumes the elf, burning it crispy. (purple down!)
Following Malik around to the East, Harley attempts to smash open the other window now facing them, hoping that this one is not boarded up as securely as the previous one. Her strong blow sends the shutter flying off its hinges. (Success, southern shutters™ are now open).
Shuffling past Harley "Sounds liker a bundle. Careful" and continues trotting back to people screaming in pain roundin the corner and seeing poor bloodied Daelnar; "Ah boy. Ain'tcha heard of dodgin'?" clicking his glowing staff against the building-a blob of light sticking against the building briefly; before floating above his obsidian pommel like a balloon as Malik whispers to it; the bubble splits into two, the breath from the whisper gently pushing the orbs from his cane, as if a lazy floating summer's dandelion touching upon the bloodied barbarian. muttring to himself "Ah brr. Used ta be easier."
Initiative: Shagar, enemy, PCs
Shagar will move back allowing her companions to move then swing out and fire at Blue Elf
Attack: 15 Damage: 12
Shagar’s arrow strikes the blue elf in the throat. He clutches at the shaft, gurgling as his blood bubbles around it. (blue down!)
Seeing their allies skewered, roasted, and pegged, the pink, green, and orange elves move deeper into the cabin, covering themselves by the wall separating the two main chambers. (Orange provokes an OA from Harley, if you’d like to take it). Hefting their crossbows, they take aim at their available targets, Harley and Red.
Pink @ Red Chanter: Attack: 23 Damage: 15
Green @ Red Chanter: Attack: 17 Damage: 2
Orange @ Harley (you have half cover, +2 AC): Attack: 9 Damage: 2
Green @ Red Chanter (disadvantage roll): 15
Initiative: PCs, enemy
Death Save: 16
Characters currently being ruined on this forum:
Neria Tallfellow (Halfling Rogue) - Curse of the Crimson Throne with Ashen_Age
Perception 9 for narrative purposes only
Daelnar hears a strained cat cry but nothing else discernable from the room. Feeling re-invigorated from Malik's glowing balls, and completely oblivious to any light that ever flickered from within, he charges back into the room still filled with rage. As he turns into the room and sees none of the elves that were there but a moment before, he presses further ahead slowed again by the debris strewn across the floor. Catching the briefest glance of movement in the darkness, his hand drops from the haft of his glaive to the axe hanging from his hip. Pulling loose the leather tie holding it in place as his hand dips to take hold of the haft. He tosses the axe underarm, only realising after the throw that the cry he heard earlier could have been the ***** cat... He hopes that it wasn't Red Chanter in the darkness.
Action: Attack: 13 Damage: 9
Free / Bonus Action: keeping hold of Glaive
Movement - as per map.
Bring out your inner chatacter class...
Seeing the elves move deeper into the room and hearing the cries of Red, Shagar moves into the room letting her fury swell and will hold her attack until one of the elves is visible.
Attack: 7 Damage: 8
The unexpected enemy did not follow them outside but instead barricaded in the house. Despite her own warnings to the old man, Katia ran again after Daelnar, now inside (it was scary, but kind of exiting too)
Fire Bolt at orange elf Attack: 23 Damage: 5 (WM roll: 3 , if failed 33)
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
Dice
Stick legg starting to slide in the ice as he pivots, and trotts back behind Harley's position, Malik chirps an odd sound, a noise, or perhaps a phrase. "Hoi Poi" taps his obsidian pommel against Harley's gear then points it at the (orange) elven burgle. A short lived beam of inverted light connects the two. Leaving pain where it touches.
21 if Hits; 4Force Damage
Daelnar hears a strained cat cry but nothing else discernable from the room. Feeling re-invigorated from Malik's glowing balls, and completely oblivious to any light that ever flickered from within, he charges back into the room still filled with rage. As he turns into the room and sees none of the elves that were there but a moment before, he presses further ahead slowed again by the debris strewn across the floor. Catching the briefest glance of movement in the darkness, his hand drops from the haft of his glaive to the axe hanging from his hip. Pulling loose the leather tie holding it in place as his hand dips to take hold of the haft. He tosses the axe underarm, only realising after the throw that the cry he heard earlier could have been the ***** cat... He hopes that it wasn't Red Chanter in the darkness. The axhead buries itself in something soft, and the masculine grunt assures Daelnar it is not Red Chanter, but one of the elves.
Seeing the elves move deeper into the room and hearing the cries of Red, Shagar moves into the room letting her fury swell and will strike at the orange elf. Her arrow is lost in the elf’s cloak, failing to pierce its armor.
Despite her own warnings to the old man, Katia ran again after Daelnar, now inside (it was scary, but kind of exiting too). She releases another fire bolt, this one more controlled, that strikes the bandit square in the chest sends her burnt body collapsing to the ground. (orange down!)
Stick legg starting to slide in the ice as he pivots, and trotts back behind Harley's position, Malik chirps an odd sound, a noise, or perhaps a phrase. "Hoi Poi" taps his obsidian pommel against Harley's gear then points it at the (green) elven burgle. A short lived beam of inverted light connects the two. Leaving pain where it touches. The elf gasps in pain, glaring at the old man.
(Botting Harley): Relying on the light from Malik, Harley climbs through the southern window, drawing her greataxe and advancing on the elves left standing.
The green elf steps back to clear a shot.
Harley OA @ green: Attack: 16 Damage: 9
As he does, Harley's ax relieves him of his head. The pink elf shoots again!
Green ranged @ Harley: Attack: 21 Damage: 2Pink ranged @ Harley: Attack: 22 Damage: 6
Initiative: PCs, enemy
Harley steps over the debris on the floor, closing the distance to the remaining elf. She swings a pair of handaxes to try and knock it unconscious.
Attack: 18 Damage: 8
Attack: 23 Damage: 3
A completed pbp forum game:
Harley Atheonaikie in Frozen Sick
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Current pbp forum games:
Delilah Rose in Rivulestice
Tragedy Whispers (Previously: A Deep & Creeping Darkness & Waterdeep: Dragon Heist)
Now, when the enemy was on the clear (and not focused on her) Katia, inspired by her unexpected success happily shoot again:
If he is still up - Fire Bolt at pink elf Attack: 26 Damage: 14 (WM roll: 2 , if failed 1)
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
Dice
Harley’s handaxes strike true, cutting down the last standing elf. Still he lives, and spits at Harley from the cluttered floor even as she kicks aside his crossbow and scimitar. "Our boss don't forget, and you'll have them to answer to now."
(Actions? Stabilizing Red, Charisma skills against the elf?)
Death save: 18
Characters currently being ruined on this forum:
Neria Tallfellow (Halfling Rogue) - Curse of the Crimson Throne with Ashen_Age
Old Malik falls through the window-his fake leg slipping on the ice as he was climbing over. Uttering such explicitives that most of you have never heard, being older curse words. Malik trots over and pokes the cat with the tip of his cane, and a bright light occurs for a moment. "Up ya go furball. Maybe don't leap into dens of monsters alone."
(cure wounds 4 on Red.