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Meanwhile, in the forest...pre:Insight (men): 5 / 9 / 13 / 1 / 10 / 8 / 9 Does Jacob have memory loss? Apparently, he does. [5] "It's true, guys! I'm over here, this kind elf saved me! I ...fell into the river, somehow. I ...must have slipped, or something." [9] "Thank the gods!" [13] "That ...sounds reasonable... ...at least you're okay, Jacob!" [1] "A brilliant plan on paper, at least. Thank you for trying! We'll pull through this if we work together!" [10] "I'm glad you guys are having a great time over there, but I'm the one who has to duck and weave out of the way of these claws, and that mouth, and that throbbing tree trunk. Can we have tea and chat with our new friends a little later, maybe?!" [8] "Actually..." [9] "Yeah, you aren't the only one, man..."Combat (AC 15, 84 damage, injured) (AC 11) [crossbows] (AC 11, 5 damage, injured) (AC 11, 6 damage, injured) (AC 11, 8 damage, wounded) [short swords and daggers] [Michael]_____________________________________________ Map / Journal Illumination: Darkness (the sun has set) Terrain: Forest (difficult terrain) Waador fucked around with this message at 14:44 on Jul 21, 2015 |
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I can't believe I do something awesome and now I'm an rear end in a top hat for it. Gorom Grofhorm HP: 15/15 AC: 15 HD: d12 (1/1) Fighting a troll was stupid, Gorom may be a berserker, but he had no deathwish. As he rode away form the camp, he figured he would need to find another river crossing (as he originally planned) to meet up with the others, then they could all use the crossing to avoid the troll all together. He could hear the men's cries as they tried to do battle with the impossible bulk of the beast; you'd have to be a fool to fight a troll. If the others saw which way he fled, they should be smart enough to flee the scene as well before the troll catches wind of him... Perception (realism): 1d20+2 18 Just as Gorom was content to follow the river west, as no one told him about the change of plans, he could barely make clear the shouts of Jorvan and Clive. What were those fools doing, exposing themselves to the enemy, and more so the troll. As he turned Kahli about, he could see through the trees and downpour that the others had started hurling missiles at the beast from the far bank. Now we're helping the bandits? Trast posted:"Fight on! Help is here! Forever_Peace posted:"We'll explain later! Rally yourselves, gird your loins, and continue your efforts! Together we can defeat this foul beast!" This all seemed rather fool hardy if they were just going to have to kill these men once the troll was dead, but surely they must have a reason. Even if the troll killed the bandits first (Gorom didn't know their identities) it would just go after his fellows next. For just a moment, he thought that they had made their own beds when they attacked a troll, but then again, their deaths would leave the barbarian stuck alone in the Stolen Land. He wondered if he could track back to Oleg's on his own. It didn't really matter, now he was going to have to ride back in there and fight, or at least distract a troll until they could ride away. Hanging his axe on his back again, Gorom drew a javelin and began riding towards the enormous beast. The missile took flight, but the density of the branches proved too difficult to pierce as the javelin got hung up in a tree. pre:Kahli dashes back towards the fight, Gorom throws a javelin at long range. Attack with Javelin (disadvantage): 2d20l1+5 6 Teonis fucked around with this message at 15:18 on Jul 21, 2015 |
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Meanwhile, in the forest... Gorom returns to the fray, heroically launching a javelin at the abomination that is the forest troll. The shaft fails to penetrate its thick hide, but he does succeed in unknowingly reinforcing Clive's claims that he is, in fact, a friend. The men don't have time to register this, however. The forest troll rears back and knocks one a solid dozen feet backwards, slamming him against the nearby boulder. It bends down low, taking a bite out of another one of its assailants. It attempts to pivot, seemingly trying to slam another one of the men with its throbbing trunk, but fails to connect as the adrenaline of the fear of dying that way causes the man to duck out of the way. pre:The troll attacks with its bite and claws, for 11 / 9 / 11. The first and third man engaged in melee take 6 and 8 piercing and slashing damage. They both fall to the ground, blood gushing from their wounds. "Urnh..." "Graahhhhh!" "Gralahehehehe..."Within the dark overgrowth of the forest, the specifics of what has just happened is unclear to the men near the campfire. The general idea, however, is clear as glass. "Oh, no..."Resignation on their faces, the men with crossbows step forward. Two of them take aim, firing bolts into the darkness while screaming, attempting in vain to avenge their fallen comrade. Blinded by the darkness, their shots add no value to the fray. The third has a greater presence of mind, reaching down to his side and retrieving a hip flask: he opens it, stuffs a bolt of cloth into it, bends over, and lights it in the smoldering campfire. "Yippee ki-yay, motherfucker."He lights the improvised molotov cocktail and hurls it through the air. Against all odds it strikes the troll, dousing it in flaming oil - no, not oil... ...brandy? The good stuff, too. pre:The men make ranged attacks for 10 / 7 / 22. The first two are crossbow bolts, which miss. The third is a molotov, which lights up the troll. The troll takes 12 fire damage. Combat (AC 11, 6 damage, injured) [short swords and daggers] (AC 15, 96 damage, injured) (AC 11) [crossbows] [Michael] (AC 11, 11 damage, dying) (AC 11, 16 damage, dying)_____________________________________________ Map / Journal Illumination: Darkness (the sun has set) Terrain: Forest (difficult terrain)
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. From the start of chapter 7- If circumstances cause a roll to have both advantage and disadvantage, you are considered to have neither of them, and you roll one d20. This is true even if multiple circumstances impose disadvantage and only one grants advantage or vice versa. In such a situation, you have neither advantage nor disadvantage.
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"Oh. Uh...Yep, that'll do it. Keep up the good work, chaps! I've...uh...got your back." quote:- Ready action: dong jokes. -------------------------------------------------------- Limited: bolts (20/20), Hero pts (3/5) , Bardic Inspiration (1/3, 1d6), Hit Dice (1/1, 1d8) Spells (13 DC): 1st (0/2). status effects: Speak with Animals (30mins), minor illusion 48 seconds, prone. (currently under the alias of Durnem the surveyor)
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Meanwhile, in the forest... Daimon lashes out at the troll with a psychic assault, unaware that Clive - in the guise of Durnem the surveyor - has done so only moments previously. Like a certain unnamed and unrelated parallel, it has adapted, and that attack pattern no longer appears to be effective. Its milky white eyes appear to be oozing blood now, though, so at least some portion of the assault might have gotten through to the creature's impressively small brain. While this is going on, Jergo makes an effort to satiate the creature's appetite with a thorough fisting, albeit to no avail: it would likely be a more effective strategy if he could bring himself to look at his opponent. Jorvan had his eyes on the prize, so to speak, though, and that didn't seem to help him. His arrow also misses the forest troll's flapping, wildly free appendages. If focusing on the enemy didn't help, and averting one's gaze didn't help either, was there any clear path to victory? Clive knew the answer to that metaphorical question. pre:Troll wisdom save: 17. The troll takes 5 psychic damage, but suffers no other ill effects. Jergo's attack misses, however, as does Jorvan's. Clive's action is readied. Combat (AC 11, 6 damage, injured) [short swords and daggers] (AC 15, 101 damage, wounded) (AC 11) [crossbows] [Michael] (AC 11, 11 damage, dying) (AC 11, 16 damage, dying)_____________________________________________ Map / Journal Illumination: Darkness (the sun has set) Terrain: Forest (difficult terrain)
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Trast posted:Longbow Attack: 1d20+5 11 1d8+3 4 Try rolling your Advantage™ and if that doesn't work, Hero Point.
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 Autumn Somerset AC: 13 | HP: 9/9 Healer's Kit: 10/10 | Arrows: Hero Points: 2/5 Autumn gets the impression that some amongst them were displeased with her actions. She thought back to one of the urchins she had grown up with. He had taught her much of what she now knew, and when they reconnected later in life, he had relayed to her one of his encounters: A Darker Porpoise posted:
With a shrug to her comrades, she takes aim at the Troll and fires off another arrow. Looking over her shoulder at them, she adds, "poo poo happens." Miss 
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Meanwhile, in the forest... Autumn endeavors to lay down some covering fire, but the shot narrowly misses both the troll and the man engaged in melee with him. It was his fault, though: he has been ducking and weaving like some kind of boxer, as if he's going to actually stand toe to toe with the heavyweight champion of the forest. His focus on his evasive footwork makes it rather difficult for him to land a successful riposte against the creature, unfortunately. pre:Autumn's arrow misses. The man engaged in melee attacks with his short sword, for 4 (natural 1). Meanwhile, his fallen companions fight for their lives, with death saves of 18 and 15. "Look, I know orders are orders, but..." "Don't even suggest it. She'll be furious." "There is no way we can take this thing down ourselves. If we don't do something, they are dead, we are dead, and then where will she be? We have to wake her up." "He's right. There's no other way." "This is such a bad idea. You know how she gets when her rest is interrupted." "Worse than a troll the size of a house? Also, sidebar, why does it have an erection?" "Ugh, fine, whatever. You do it, though." "You know, I was wondering about that, too, actually."Combat (AC 15, 101 damage, wounded) (AC 11) [crossbows] (AC 11, 6 damage, injured) [short swords and daggers] [Michael] (AC 11, 11 damage, dying, 1 save) (AC 11, 16 damage, dying, 1 save) _____________________________________________ Map / Journal Illumination: Darkness (the sun has set) Terrain: Forest (difficult terrain) Waador fucked around with this message at 15:15 on Jul 22, 2015 |
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P.d0t posted:Try rolling your Advantage™ and if that doesn't work, Hero Point. Oh right it's on fire right now and plainly in sight. Let's see what orokos says... Advantage Roll because of fire!: 1d20+5 25 CRIT  Crit DMG Roll: 1d8 5 Add in the four damage for a total of nine.
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being that it is blind, do we always have advantage, or just ranged attacks outside its apparent blind sense? Gorom Grofhorm HP: 15/15 AC: 15 HD: d12 (1/1) Raging With his target on fire, the troll was an easy sight to see even without his inherited eyesight. Letting out a bowl, Gorom pulled the axe of its hanger again and whirls it over his head. Even if the beast couldn't see him, it certainly knew he was there now. Gorom urged Kahli around the trees and closer to the abomination, all the while letting out a roar f his own at the beast, working into a rage. As he rode towards the beast, he cleaved with the great axe into the fat of the creature, which bubbled and popped like fat on hot coals as the troll burned. Kahli, nervous of the great troll, was eager to keep moving as Gorom lead her passed the creature pre:Kahli uses move to ride up to the troll Attack with Greataxe: 1d20+5 24 Damage: 1d12+5 10 Teonis fucked around with this message at 01:58 on Jul 23, 2015 |
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The troll does not have blind sense as far as you can tell, and is actually blind, so you always have advantage.
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Teonis posted:being that it is blind, do we always have advantage, or just ranged attacks outside its apparent blind sense? My confusion came from a couple things. My darkvision only goes to 60 feet and I'm farther than that so disadvantage. But the troll is blind so that grants advantages and negates my vision disadvantage. What Pdot reminded me of was that the troll was on fire so it was visible past 60 feet thus granting me advantage again. Melee range should always have advantage against this troll.
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Trast posted:My confusion came from a couple things. My darkvision only goes to 60 feet and I'm farther than that so disadvantage. But the troll is blind so that grants advantages and negates my vision disadvantage. What Pdot reminded me of was that the troll was on fire so it was visible past 60 feet thus granting me advantage again. Melee range should always have advantage against this troll. Advantage doesn't layer like that - only one source counts.
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Angrymog posted:Advantage doesn't layer like that - only one source counts. Trast isn't saying that the fire adds a third "layer" on top of the vision disadvantage and the blindness advantage, he's saying that because the troll is on fire, Jorvan doesn't have disadvantage due to vision. Thus, the only modifier is the blindness advantage, with nothing negating it.
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Meanwhile, in the forest... Against all odds, Jorvan's arrow that had appeared to miss the mark in fact struck a tree branch, which splintered under the force of his shot: perhaps the tree was dead? ...or perhaps it was Desna's will, lending a helping hand to her faithful servant. In either case, only a few moments after the disappointing launch, a loud crack can be heard, and before anyone can process what is happening the massive branch crashes to the ground, slamming the troll in the back of the head. pre:Jorvan's critical strike occurs, causing 9 damage to the troll. Gorom's axe strike also hits, causing 10 slashing damage to the troll. "Gruyaaaaagh!"The forest troll rears forward, biting deep into the throat of the one short sword wielding man still standing in his range, who drops to the ground screaming and gushing blood everywhere. With Gorom having wisely retreated from the creature, it takes out its rage and pain on the other men laying near its feet, who were already in the process of dying, smashing them into pulp with its tree trunk-sized claws with a sickening 'splurch'. Blood and innards spray everywhere as the several thousand pounds of troll flesh explode the men like sausages. pre:The troll attacks the three men within its melee range, for 22 / 15 / 24. The man still standing takes 8 piercing damage, and is knocked to the ground, clearly dying. The other two men who were already incapacitated take 15 and 14 slashing damage, and are immediately slain. The troll then takes 2 fire damage as the lingering flames of the molotov burn themselves away. pre:The lingering fire upon the troll has gone out, returning his vicinity to darkness. pre:Two of the crossbow men attack, for 18 and 10. Their assault deals 8 piercing damage to the forest troll. "Elena! I know you didn't want to be disturbed, but this is serious! Please, wake up!"pre:Teonis, you will need to move yourself on Roll20 before I update the map. If you disengage you will only have 60' of movement, and need 70' to get to the troll to begin with. This is because the entire area is difficult terrain (so each square costs 10'). You may need to use the dash action to get in and out as a result. This would naturally risk an attack of opportunity. Combat  (AC 15, 130 damage, wounded) (AC 11) [crossbows] [Michael] (dead) (dead) (AC 11, 14 damage, dying)_____________________________________________ Map / Journal Illumination: Darkness (the sun has set) Terrain: Forest (difficult terrain) Waador fucked around with this message at 17:18 on Jul 22, 2015 |
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"We can't kill this beast unless we can see it. One of you hold your fire long enough for me to cast light on the ammo!" Jorvan will cast light on the ammo or object of whomever takes advantage of it. Just put the arrow or thrown weapon in the area of the troll so we can finish it off. Jorvan will move to the end of the log bridge after casting light. That will conclude his turn.
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In the forest... In a show of solidarity and a surprising amount of teamwork, Jorvan and Jergo manage to both create and deposit a light source relatively close to the troll, illuminating it once more. Luckily for Jergo, his trauma-wracked mind continues to edit what he is seeing into a slightly more palatable version of reality. Unfortunately for everyone else, the writhing, sweaty, excited troll is visible once more. pre:Jorvan casts light on a dagger, which Jergo throws across the river. It doesn't hit anything or cause any damage to the troll, but it does illuminate it. "Elena, can you hear me?! Please wake up! We could really use your help over here." "Dah! I am back, the warbling of your new friend shook the ground. It would also seem you dropped a tent on me?! Oyobuk! Cut me out of here if you are wanting my help!"Combat (AC 15, 130 damage, wounded) (AC 11) [crossbows] [Michael] (dead) (dead) (AC 11, 14 damage, dying)_____________________________________________ Map / Journal Illumination: Darkness (the sun has set) Terrain: Forest (difficult terrain) Waador fucked around with this message at 20:21 on Jul 22, 2015 |
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HP: 9/9 AC: 13 Hero Points: 4/5 HD: 1d8+1 Spells 0 @1 With the troll now lit up, Daimon takes another shot with his crossbow, and this time the bolt hits. Whether the troll actually notices is another matter entirely. dice and things posted:Crossbow at Troll + damage: 2d20k1+4 15 1d8+2 7
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Autumn Somerset AC: 13 | HP: 9/9 Healer's Kit: 10/10 | Arrows: Hero Points: 2/5 Move Autumn 35ft to the right, here's an Acrobatics check if needed to avoid falling damage from dismounting the rock (22) Longbow at the troll: 20 to hit, for ghetto-crit damage of 16
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The troll's battle damage was on full display in the light of the glow dagger. Burnt to a crisp, arrows or bolts impaling it in half a dozen places, and large gaping wounds from both sword and axe. Still the monster fought on. "This might be the most terrible thing I've ever seen."
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Gorom Grofhorm HP: 15/15 AC: 15 HD: d12 (1/1) Raging Illuminated or not didn't make much difference when Gorom was this close to the troll, he could make it out with his eyes anyway. Even without his night-sight, he could probably locate the thing by smell. It was awful, a mix of burning hair and fat with B.O. and musk. Pulling on Kahli's reigns, Gorom brings her about and drive her forwards, through the gap between the troll and the pit. Fire seemed to work best on it, and since the bandits were dead now he was the bait. As he rode through the gap, Gorom pre:Kahli uses the disengage action and rides by the troll towards the fire. Gorom attacks with his greataxe: Attack with Greataxe (advantage): 2d20k1+5 17 Damage: 1d12+5 11
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In the forest... After a few less-than-stellar shots, Autumn makes up for it with a perfectly accurate arrow right into the heart of the oncoming troll. The beast is temporarily distracted by the arrow, clawing at the shaft and ripping it out, presumably so that its wounds could heal in short order. Taking advantage of the situation, Gorom strikes brutally into the partially exposed spine of the creature: not unlike a lumberjack slowly but surely cutting down a tree. pre:The troll takes 16 piercing damage from Autumn's arrow. The troll then takes 11 slashing damage from Gorom's axe. pre:Shotput velocity: 47 miles per hour Strength check, troll (first body): 8 Shotput range in squares (first body): 5 Strength check, troll (second body): 17 Shotput range in squares (second body): 10 pre:Gorom is stuck in the path of an area of effect, being a corpse-based shotput. He takes 18 bludgeoning, and can make a DC 15 reflex save for half damage. pre:The two men near the campfire are struck by the second shotput. They each take 17 bludgeoning, and can make a DC 15 reflex save for half damage. They roll 18 and 5. While all of this is going on, the one man who had stepped away continues to tear at the tent in an effort to free the person trapped inside. He seems to be panicking after his comrades are struck by the corpse of his former friend, but he manages to pull himself together and carve an opening. Once that is done, a small, blond, human girl - perhaps somewhere between twelve and fifteen years old - crawls out of the tent. She spends a moment to take in the situation, scanning the area across the river bank, and then the literal bloodbath near her men, and then the gargantuan, bloody, sweaty, naked, otherwise disgusting troll, before commenting. "...Eto piz`dets."Reaching into the hole of the tent from which she had just emerged, the girl retrieves a strange-looking object: none of you have quite seen anything like it before. It seems to be a mashup of a crossbow, a magic wand, and a staff, albeit too large for a wand, too small for a staff, and having the stock of a crossbow. She levels the device at the troll, adjusts a lever on its side, and pulls the trigger.  A series of twelve unbelievably loud thunderclaps momentarily deafen everyone in the area, and a dozen bursts of light emit from the wand-staff-crossbow held by the girl, each streaming unerringly toward the troll. The creature's head literally explodes, and its body topples to the ground shortly thereafter, twitching and writhing. With the threat seemingly contained, the girl looks to her remaining men, and then to the rest of you, steps into the light of the campfire, and asks a simple question. "What is this?"Combat (AC 15, 206 damage, dead?) (8 damage, wounded) [Michael] (dead) (dead) (AC 11, 14 damage, dying) (17 damage, dying)_____________________________________________ Map / Journal Illumination: Darkness (the sun has set) Terrain: Forest (difficult terrain) Waador fucked around with this message at 20:19 on Jul 23, 2015 |
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"We need to put the troll to the flames or it will recover!" yells out to all who can hear him. "Gorom! Do you hear me? Set the troll on fire!" Jorvan begins to move across the log bridge. If he is lucky he might be able to save one of the wounded trackers. Jorvan will move across the log bridge as quickly as safety allows him to. 35ft movement per wood elf racial. Would the dash action be usable here to increase the distance I can travel or would it make the log bridge too dangerous?
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Jergo Macklen HP: 7/7 AC: 16 Hero Points: 0/5 HD: 1d6 In some unconcious effort to follow the shouted directive Jergo waves his athame in front of him and mumbles out a spell, the result is less than impressive as a sad looking skeletal hand forms on the tip of Jergo's ritual blade before careening comically slowly to the ground with a sad plop where it begins writhing in place. Mentally exhausted by the exercise of subconciouslly censoring a graphic image, Jergo falls to the ground joining the pitiful skeletal apparition in the muck. Familiar: Spellbook (Save DC:13 +5 attack) Rituals: Alarm(11min), Comprehend Language(10min), Detect Magic(10min), Find Familiar(1h10min 10gp) Cantrips: Minor Illusion, Chill Touch, Prestidigitation, Mold Earth Prepared Spells Lv. 1 [1/2]: Mage Armor, Shield, Detect Magic, Comprehend Languages Class: Arcane Recovery (1 spell level p/long rest) Effects: Mage Armor(8 hours)(13 ac becomes 16) Bardic Inspiration(1d6 to a roll): 9 minutes 36 seconds quote:Rolled chill touch to disable the troll's regen, it didn't go so well Successful Businessmanga fucked around with this message at 20:44 on Jul 23, 2015 |
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Jul 23, 2015 20:39
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Waador posted:A series of twelve unbelievably loud thunderclaps momentarily deafen everyone in the area, and a dozen bursts of light emit from the wand-staff-crossbow held by the girl, each streaming unerringly toward the troll. The creature's head literally explodes, and its body topples to the ground shortly thereafter, twitching and writhing. With the threat seemingly contained, the girl looks to her remaining men, and then to the rest of you, steps into the light of the campfire, and asks a simple question. Daimon stays relatively safe on his side of the river whilst Jorvan crosses over to see if he can help the wounded and other people make sure that the troll is dead-dead. "We're travellers, that's a dead troll and we wouldn't mind knowing who you guys are." As an afterthought, "I'm Daimon."
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In the forest... The girl continues to survey the area, having not really taken in the scope of the carnage during what remained of the battle. She also seems to be looking over the 'heroes' who saved them with a healthy dose of suspicion, although she can't really argue with what Daimon is saying. The remaining trackers back up Daimon's claims, as well. "It's true. They arrived just in time to help us fend off the troll. If not for them, we might be in a much worse spot right now." "One of them, the elf, saved Jacob, too. He apparently fell into the river." "Oh really?" The girl eyes the area with a look of deeper suspicion. "How does one just fall into a river, exactly?" "Well... it's complicated, boss...", responds Jacob, from the far side of the river. "Enough! You and Michael were drinking alone at night again, you are to blame for this! We could have all been killed! Watch duty is watch duty, not drink duty! This is not complicated!" "But...", responds Jacob. "No buts!" Jacob cuts off his sentence at that, while she shifts her gaze to Daimon. "We have much to thank you for then, Daimon, and other travelers, I think. We will need some time to sort out this ...mess..." she says, looking at the destroyed campsite, and the blood everywhere, and the corpses of several of the men, "...but you are welcome to join us and speak, if you would like." She nods her head in what seems to be a gesture of thanks, or perhaps appreciation, and answers Daimon's question, "Is a pleasure to meet you, I think. My name is Elena. Elena Kwalishnikov." Sparing a glance towards the twitching troll, she inquires of Jorvan, "It is dead?"pre:Anyone with proficiency in insight (being Clive, Jorvan, Autumn, and Daimon) would note that although she is speaking in a friendly tone, she remains a bit tense. In game mechanic terms, it seems apparent she has an action readied, although it is hard to say what its trigger is, or what that action might be. (reflex save pending for damage) (AC 15, 206 damage, dead?) (8 damage, wounded) [Michael] (dead) (dead) (AC 11, 14 damage, dying) (17 damage, dying)_____________________________________________ Map / Journal Illumination: Darkness (the sun has set) Terrain: Forest (difficult terrain)
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Waador posted:In the forest... Gorom is knocked flying from his saddle and lays still on the ground as the troll's final moments play out. dice and things posted:
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pre:Gorom's relentless endurance likely triggers upon failing the save. "When you are reduced to 0 hit points but not killed outright, you can drop to 1 hit point instead. You can’t use this feature again until you finish a long rest."
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Durnem Hapford (alias of Clive Wearling) Rolls, Character Sheet 10/10 HP, 14 AC (Does Clive know that Trolls can regrow their heads? Yup) When a literal child climbs out of a tent, turns, and reduces the monstrous troll's head to a bloody mist, Clive instinctively reaches for Gizmo, ready to turn himself into a pile of wet leaves. Seeing Daimon's gusto in striking up a conversation and the vicious strike the nearly levels Gorom, however, Clive screws up the courage to join in. Clives stands, left hand up and right hand dangling at his side, holding his crossbow. "Durnem. I'm glad we arrived in time to save your man here. Though my condolences about the others." Clive nods towards the troll. "I think that might still be alive. It's the toughest bastard I've ever seen, certainly. Be on your guard. My companions are moving to investigate - whatever help you could provide them would be much obliged." Clive clearly signals that the pleasantries may have to wait, and tears his eyes away from the bizarre contraption carried by the girl in order to gaze intently at the felled troll. That's right, we're all on the same side here and your task is to offer some assistance. Clive knows that people tend to be more... agreeable if they've already found themselves on the same side of some effort or another, no matter how arbitrary. quote:Ready action: If the troll stand up, shoot it in the face. -------------------------------------------------------- Limited: bolts (19/20), Hero pts (3/5) , Bardic Inspiration (1/3, 1d6), Hit Dice (1/1, 1d8) Spells (13 DC): 1st (0/2). status effects: Speak with Animals (30mins), minor illusion 42 seconds, prone. (currently under the alias of Durnem the surveyor) Forever_Peace fucked around with this message at 15:54 on Jul 24, 2015 |
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Jorvan Jozan [HP: 10/10] [AC: 16] [Hit Dice: 1d8] [Hit Dice Left: 1/1] Hero Points: 4/5 Was this an omen? At ever turn Jorvan's life was getting stranger and more dangerous. If the confusion about the trackers wasn't enough there was the giant troll. And now a young woman with a incredible weapon had just blown the head of the troll clean off. So why was he running towards all of this? Desna help him... "My name is Jorvan. I am a cleric of Desna. I mean you and your men no harm." That much was true. He hadn't meant them harm unless they had turned out to be bandits or in league with Kessle. As it was the truth had become a greater tragedy. "If you allow me to approach I might be able to help your men that still live. But if we must deal with the troll before it is too late. Put it to the torch quickly!" Going to continue to cross the bridge to the other side. If Elena refuses my approach I will stop and go back to our side of the river. If she agrees to my helping I'll continue approaching. I want to go along the shoreline, keeping my distance from the troll, to get to one of the dying men and the fire pit. If and when I get close enough to the man I'll make a medicine check to stabilize him. Medicine Check: 1d20+5 20 BUT as a precautionary measure if the troll starts to get up while I'm within 15' of it I'll cast burning hands on it. I will also want to trigger my reaction for warding flare to give the troll disadvantage if it attacks me. Because I have no interest in getting up close are personal with that troll. _________________________________________ Ammo: 40/40 Arrows Cantrips: Guidance, Light (Domain), Resistance, Sacred Flame Prepared Spells: Four prepared (Wis mod + Level) plus two domain Lvl. 1 [2/2]: Burning Hands (Domain), Faerie Fire (Domain), Healing Word, Guiding Bolt, Bless, Detect Magic (Ritual) Abilities: Warding Flare [3/3]: Impose disadvantage on attacking enemy within 30 feet that can see by using reaction. Replenishes on Long Rest.
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In the forest... The group of trackers hear Jorvan out, and the two men look to the girl for direction as to how to respond. Her stance becomes clear rather quickly. "Is pleasure to meet you, Jorvan. Desna is goddess of luck, yes? It would seem she is on our side tonight for you to be here when needed. Perhaps it is a good sign." She looks to her dead men, including the two who were split open like crushed sausages. "Though not too much good luck, I think." She hears out Jorvan's offer, and responds, "It seems some of the men are still breathing, but in bad shape. Dah, please help them if you can. They are strong stock, but this situation is ...unusual. Unusual circumstances warrant unusual solutions, I think." She looks to her two still-standing men, and offers, "Do what this Jorvan is saying, put fire to the thing! Perhaps you can be using the rest of your alcohol for it, hm? Then we will not be repeating this again tomorrow night when you decide the watch duty is safe enough with a few drinks in you." Jacob attempts to respond to the accusation, but is quickly cut off. "But, that is-..." "Enough! No chattering, more firing!"One of the men quickly rushes over to the troll, pouring the contents of a mostly-full hip flask about the creature. The other man follows behind him, having taken a moment to retrieve a smoldering log full of cinders from the remains of the camp fire. He tosses it onto the troll, and the thing lights up like a pyre pretty much immediately. pre:One of the men near the campfire manages to douse the troll in an accelerant. The other man near the campfire follows that up by tossing a burning log onto the troll. It goes up in flames, and is now definitely dead. "Disgusting. I was not aware this place had such things. You would think a watchman would notice a twenty-foot tall troll sneaking up on them, no? Even if they are very drunk, should still be able to see a walking barn." She shakes her head, letting the matter go after seeing her men looking a bit exasperated. Looking back to Jorvan, she inquires, "They will be okay, or no?" pre:Jorvan's medicine check is able to stabilize one of the dying men. The other man is currently not treated, and has rolled 13 and 4 on his death saves. If left untreated his condition could go either way. (1 HP, relentless endurance on cooldown) (8 damage, wounded) [Jacob] [Michael, dead] (dead) (dead) (unconscious, stabilized) (17 damage, dying) (dead, burning)_____________________________________________ Map / Journal Illumination: Darkness (the sun has set) Terrain: Forest (difficult terrain) Waador fucked around with this message at 16:29 on Jul 24, 2015 |
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Jorvan Jozan [HP: 10/10] [AC: 16] [Hit Dice: 1d8] [Hit Dice Left: 1/1] Hero Points: 4/5 "I'll do what I can. His wounds are extensive. The troll was truly a monster." Medicine Check (keep forgetting my guidance =v ): 1d20+5+1d4 12 Tracker stabilized. If time is progressing more quickly now that the troll is down I'll cast healing word on Gorom to patch him up at the next oppertunity. "What brought you all out this deep into the woods? The man we saved said he was tracking a child's father but he was still in shock when we revived him. Are you the child that he spoke of?"_________________________________________ Ammo: 40/40 Arrows Cantrips: Guidance, Light (Domain), Resistance, Sacred Flame Prepared Spells: Four prepared (Wis mod + Level) plus two domain Lvl. 1 [2/2]: Burning Hands (Domain), Faerie Fire (Domain), Healing Word, Guiding Bolt, Bless, Detect Magic (Ritual) Abilities: Warding Flare [3/3]: Impose disadvantage on attacking enemy within 30 feet that can see by using reaction. Replenishes on Long Rest.
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