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Dec 6, 2018 5:19 am
Ug's vigilance at the palisade is justified when the army - sooner than anticipated - sounds once more its horns for war.

Though it is still dark, Ug can see the shining eyes of foes just outside the torchlight of the walls. As the first wave - orcs and goblins riding enormous wolves - advances, the goliath is glad that he decided to remain here. There is no way that the militia would last long against this force without his help.

The dire wolves easily leap the palisade walls, and the battle begins.
OOC:
Ug and 30 militia vs some 20 dire wolves, 20 goblins, 15 orcs.

Ug should make 3 rounds' worth of attacks, and we'll see how we stand after that. Assume that a 13 hits, and just tally up the total damage dealt for attacks that hit.
Dec 6, 2018 5:28 am
Pomab shoves the wand into his pocket and pulls out a second one. With a cruel grin he waves it at Vincent, then gapes in disbelief as the strange warrior repels the mental spell as easily as a duck would water. He watches vincent disable one of the guards and easily parry the other's attacks. Meanwhile, screams from the third guard can still be heard from outside.

"What are you?"


Vince is up again!

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Rolls

Vince wisdom save DC 15 (adv from Dual Mind) - (1d20+7, 1d20+7)

1d20+7 : (5) + 7 = 12

1d20+7 : (11) + 7 = 18

Guard 1 Con save DC 14 - (1d20+4)

(1) + 4 = 5

Guard 2 vs Vince (2 attacks, disadvantage) - (2d20+6, 2d20+6)

2d20+6 : (210) + 6 = 18

2d20+6 : (67) + 6 = 19

Guard 3 wis save vs fear - (1d20)

(11) = 11

Dec 6, 2018 11:37 am
Vincent punches, kicks, and headbutts G1. With a final stab of his sword, Vincent ends the guard's life. As his sword leaves the guard's body, a spirit, comes out with it then settles next to Vincent. Vincent, calm as ever, grins and responds, "To some, I am Justice. To others I am Vengeance. To you, this day? I have a feeling I am both." Then to the Spector, Vincent says, "Attack the other guard."
The specor turns to face it's former companion. With a sudden grasp, the Spector wraps its hands around G2's neck. Life drains rapidly out of the guard, and by the time it's pushed back, G2 looks about ready to fall over.

G1 takes 43 lethal damage(2 ki points spent only 2 left!) G2 takes 35 necrotic damage and needs to make a DC 10 constitution save or lose max HP.

HP:87/81
AC:20
Last edited December 6, 2018 2:40 pm

Rolls

Sword vs G1 w/advantage from stun - (1d20+10, 1d20+10)

1d20+10 : (15) + 10 = 25

1d20+10 : (9) + 10 = 19

Punch vs G1 with advantage - (1d20+10, 1d20+10)

1d20+10 : (16) + 10 = 26

1d20+10 : (18) + 10 = 28

Sword damage to G1 with deft strike - (1d10+5, 1d6)

1d10+5 : (3) + 5 = 8

1d6 : (6) = 6

Damage with fists to G1 - (1d6+5)

(4) + 5 = 9

Fury of blows - (1d20+10, 1d20+10)

1d20+10 : (16) + 10 = 26

1d20+10 : (10) + 10 = 20

Fury of blows with advantage - (1d20+10, 1d20+10)

1d20+10 : (20) + 10 = 30

1d20+10 : (5) + 10 = 15

Fury of blows damage - (1d6+11, 1d6+5)

1d6+11 : (3) + 11 = 14

1d6+5 : (1) + 5 = 6

Spector attack G2 - (1d20+4)

(20) + 4 = 24

Spector damage + crit - (3d6+18)

(566) + 18 = 35

Dec 6, 2018 1:50 pm
Ug picks up the drunken soldier with one hand as the enemy horns sound "you foolish friend! You have not been watching!" Ug throws the useless man backwards and calls out to the other soldiers. "Archers ready! Friends be brave! You have more than a friend barbarian this night!" Ug reaches deep within himself to the pulsing he has been keeping at bay and unleashes it.

Ugs skin turns a deep ocean blue as a mist quickly swirls around, from him. Ice plating covers his body with cruel ice cycles spiking out from his shoulders and forearms. Ugs maul shines in the night with a radiant hue and he roars as he rushes the attacker’s. His massive size and the brutal strength of his swings unleashes a frozen frenzy into the goblin ranks as he connects on EVERY swing. Armor cracks, bones break, and heads literally roll as Ug unleashes a deep fury he’s been trying to contain.




Ug deals three rounds of damage: 87, 88, and 87 for a total of 262 bludgeoning and cold damage. Ug hit all 9 tines, 3 of his attacks knock enemies prone if they survive the hit.
Last edited December 6, 2018 9:53 pm

Rolls

Attack 1 - (1d20+5)

(10) + 5 = 15

Attack 1 adv - (1d20+5)

(12) + 5 = 17

Attack 2 - (1d20+5)

(7) + 5 = 12

Attack 2 adv - (1d20+5)

(13) + 5 = 18

Attack 3 - (1d20+5)

(7) + 5 = 12

Attack 3 adv - (1d20+5)

(9) + 5 = 14

Damage 1 - 3 - (6d6+54)

(155566) + 54 = 82

Reroll 1 - (1d6)

(1) = 1

Cold 3x - (3d4)

(123) = 6

Reroll 2x - (2d4)

(11) = 2

Attack 1 - (1d20+5)

(18) + 5 = 23

Attack 1 adv - (1d20+5)

(12) + 5 = 17

Attack 2 - (1d20+5)

(16) + 5 = 21

Attack 2 adv - (1d20+5)

(10) + 5 = 15

Attack 3 - (1d20+5)

(2) + 5 = 7

Attack 3 adv - (1d20+5)

(16) + 5 = 21

Damage 1 - 3 - (6d6+54)

(522224) + 54 = 71

Reroll 4x - (4d6)

(2544) = 15

Cold 3x - (3d4)

(234) = 9

Attack 1 - (1d20+5)

(2) + 5 = 7

Attack 1 adv - (1d20+5)

(19) + 5 = 24

Attack 2 - (1d20+5)

(9) + 5 = 14

Attack 2 adv - (1d20+5)

(15) + 5 = 20

Attack 3 - (1d20+5)

(17) + 5 = 22

Attack 3 adv - (1d20+5)

(11) + 5 = 16

Damage 1 - 3 - (6d6+54)

(552142) + 54 = 73

Reroll 3x - (3d6)

(336) = 12

Cold 3x - (3d4)

(114) = 6

Reroll 2x - (2d4)

(31) = 4

Dec 6, 2018 8:30 pm
Pomab lets out one of his characteristic shrieks as he watches Vincent rip the soul from one of the guards. Fumbling with yet a third wand, he desperately waves. A ghostly hand originates in front of the wand, one bony finger pointed straight at Vincent. In an instant the hand flies across the room and buries itself up to the third knuckle in Vincent's chest. The warlock immediately feels his body start to wither as he is wracked with necrotic energy, but when the spell runs its course, Vincent remains on his feet.

The guard pokes at the specter with his halberd, but can only stare in dismay as the undead apparition ignores the brunt of his attack.


Vince takes 74 (ouch) necrotic damage from Finger of Death. Specter takes 5, after resistance.

Rolls

Vincent Con saving throw DC 15 - (1d20+1)

(9) + 1 = 10

Necrotic damage to vince - (7d8+30)

(6778547) + 30 = 74

Guard 1 vs specter (2 attacks) - (1d20+6, 1d20+6)

1d20+6 : (13) + 6 = 19

1d20+6 : (2) + 6 = 8

Dmg to specter - (1d10+4)

(7) + 4 = 11

Guard Con save DC 10 - (1d20+4)

(7) + 4 = 11

Vincent concentration save DC 37 - (1d20+1)

(20) + 1 = 21

Dec 6, 2018 8:58 pm
Erevain steps onto the upper end of the staircase, eyes red from tears. His sword is in his hand. "Stop this now!" His voice is hard and angry, showing more emotion than usual for the normally calm elf. "Vincent, stand down. Pomab, enough! You are not needed here. I have everything under control."

Vincent is up in the initiative.
Dec 6, 2018 9:42 pm
Vincent's sword glows a menacing blood red, and Pomfab begins to emit a black aura. Not taking his eyes off Pomfab, Vincent replies carefully.
"I'm not certain you understand the situation Erevain. Pomab here came in expressly with the intention of killing me. I believe he is not the person he pretends to be. But, I will not hurt him right now if he stands down too. Spector, stop."

"Erevain, I don't trust him, heal me NOW just in case!"

Vincent cast Vampiric Touch and cursed Pomfab, but did no damage. The fear spell fizzles out and dies.

HP:13/81
AC:18
Last edited December 6, 2018 9:47 pm
Dec 6, 2018 10:21 pm
Pomab sputters. "I didn't even know this fool existed before he came down the stairs." He lowers his hand, but still holds the wand tightly.

The guard backs away, and Vincent notices for the first time that his specter bears orcish features. Apparently these 'guards' are not Targos militia at all.

Pomab smirks. "The Master sent me to secure the brute's family. He obviously doesn't trust you to do it properly."
Dec 6, 2018 10:24 pm
Erevain's eyes narrow, and in the blink of an eye he is past Vincent, down the stairs, across the room, and next to Pomab, sword tip at the man's neck. "You speak of my wife, you miserable wretch - a woman with more grace and nobility in her toenail than you have in your entire being. Utter another word against her, and I will remove your tongue."

Deadly serious, Erevain looks Pomab in the eye. "Get out."


Let him leave.

Erevain casts Zephyr Strike.
Dec 6, 2018 10:31 pm
Pomab licks his lips and backs away. "As you say. Though I wonder if she will ever care to see your face again. Such a... low blow."

The weasely man gestures for the remaining guard to pick up the other's corpse - which he does, though he can't seem to take his eyes off of the specter. They both step out of the shop.


They leave, unless Vincent chooses to do something.
Dec 6, 2018 10:40 pm
Vincent makes no move one way or another.

"Ummm, Erevain, are you aware my Spector looks like an Orc? These guards may be in disguise, like the ones that your wife is searching for right now."
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Dec 6, 2018 11:04 pm
The bones of orc, goblin, and wolf alike shatter under the weight of Ug's maul. With every blow the barbarian leaves frozen, broken corpses littered across the parade grounds. Axes, arrows, and teeth find little purchase upon him, and he sweeps over the battlefield like an avalanche of ice and muscle.

The militia men, inspired by their goliath ally, hold their ground with steady hands and brave hearts. Still, even as Ug mows down dozens of foes, he finds that a third of his men have fallen to the enemy.

As he pauses for a single moment to allow battlepriests to heal his many wounds, Ug witnesses the arrival of a challenger.

A massive white wolf with fitted metal armor appears atop the palisade, an orc in plate mail astride it. The orc raises a lance high. "I am Vghotan, son of Ghotrag! Fear the army of Gruumsh, Destroyer of Men!" The white wolf beneath him echoes the challenge with a howl that chills both air and blood.

The orcs fighting within the walls of the palisade yell their own battlecries and fight all the harder.

Rolls

Dmg to Ug - (23d6+37)

(61345513532466631335233) + 37 = 120

Militia damage - (15d6+15)

(143162513442256) + 15 = 64

Damage to militia - (13d6+21)

(2363125141654) + 21 = 64

Round 2 dmg to Ug - (16d6+24)

(3566412146255444) + 24 = 86

Round 2 militia damage - (13d6+26)

(6342153143216) + 26 = 67

Round 2 Damage to militia - (10d6+16)

(2564513515) + 16 = 53

Round 3 dmg to Ug - (13d6+21)

(2335614265543) + 21 = 70

Militia damage - (11d6+11)

(62463521513) + 11 = 49

Dmg to militia - (7d6+10)

(5626255) + 10 = 41

Healing to Ug - (4d8+8)

(5778) + 8 = 35

Dec 7, 2018 12:20 am
Ras watches the building collapse, the shock keeping him from understanding what has happened. For several heart-beats he stares, expecting Al's form to break free from the wreckage. But nothing happens. Finally, it dawns on him. She isn't coming out.

"AL!" He screams, rushing toward the flamed. "ALALLA!" The heat from the flames stops him in his tracks. He lets out a roar of frustration that is startling from someone his size. "NO! AL!"

With a word lost in his yelling, Ras rushes at the flames again. As he runs, flames rush across his body, covering him from head to toe. He is a living flame. He tries to search for Al, but immediately realizes that it is futile. He screams again.


How could this happen again?! How could he let this happen?! Ras rushes from the building, running blindly, his body still covered in flames. He heads toward the sounds of battle, ignoring his surroundings.

Finding the battle, he realizes that he has also found Ug. Thankful to see his friend alive, he feels the slightest sense of relief. At least until he sees the bad guys trying to kill his friend. He lets out one more roar, his firey frame shaking as he rushes towards the bad guys.
[ +- ] Investiture of Flame
Last edited December 7, 2018 12:25 am
Dec 7, 2018 12:23 am
Zenithral and Ras each arrive at the palisade to hear more war horns call. Rumbling between the blasts are the grunts of giants. Boulders hum through the cold night sky, hurled with tremendous strength. The palisade gate shudders heavily from the impacts.

Shawford Crale, a battlepriest at his side, is under a nearby pavilion. Sweat drips from his brow as he sends out messengers and and organizes reinforcements.
OOC:
Back to black for everyone except Vince. And Al, of course.
Dec 7, 2018 12:25 am
Round 4 (?) Player Phase!!!!

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Dec 7, 2018 12:37 am
"Oh Ilmater help us..." Zenithral trembles as visions of the past flash through his mind, but a soothing calm flows over him. This is an army beyond anything he has faced before, but he is not the man he once was...and he now has allies beyond what he ever had before.

Zenithral surveys the battlefield. The hulking figure before Ug? No...too heavily armored. The wolf? No, also too armored. Goblins? No...not as dangerous as anything else...The orcs or the wolves...Wolves might have a sense of self-preservation if heavily wounded. The orcs do not.

"For HOME!" Zenithral's bow comes to light, he gets into position, and the volleys begin.
(Orcs take 99 damage)

Cast Divine Favor
75/92 HP
17 AC
Last edited December 7, 2018 12:47 am

Rolls

Longbows 1-6 (Sharp) - (1d20+7, 1d20+7, 1d20+7, 1d20+7, 1d20+7, 1d20+7)

1d20+7 : (15) + 7 = 22

1d20+7 : (5) + 7 = 12

1d20+7 : (9) + 7 = 16

1d20+7 : (14) + 7 = 21

1d20+7 : (4) + 7 = 11

1d20+7 : (7) + 7 = 14

Damage - (4d8+60, 4d4)

4d8+60 : (2124) + 60 = 69

4d4 : (2122) = 7

Inspiration - (1d20+7)

(3) + 7 = 10

Strain - (1d100)

(38) = 38

Strain Damage - (1d8+15, 1d4)

1d8+15 : (4) + 15 = 19

1d4 : (4) = 4

Dex Save - (1d20+3)

(18) + 3 = 21

Dec 7, 2018 12:39 am
Erevain watches Pomab go, sword at his side. He doesn't look at Vincent as he speaks. "Yes, he brought the orcs into town. He sent some after the mayor, and brought others here to kill Alalla's family." The elf warrior trembles. "You should go to the walls. I will stay with Ellis and Simeon."
Dec 7, 2018 12:54 am
"Very well, I'll head out. I'm barely standing though, one hit and I'll go down. Do you have some healing you can spare?"
Dec 7, 2018 1:21 am
Erevain exhales heavily through his nose, though Vincent does not believe the elf is upset with him. Erevain puts a hand on Vincent's shoulder, and the warlock feels some of his pain leave him. "Healing is not my talent. That is the best that I can do. Farewell, Vincent."

Rolls

2nd lvl Cure Wounds - (2d8+2)

(84) + 2 = 14

Dec 7, 2018 1:58 am
"Every little bit helps, you may have still saved my life. Thank you." With that Vincent heads out the door at a dash.

Vincent doesn't head for the wall, believing his companions capable of dealing with the invaders, instead he heads after Ponfab.

HP:27/81
AC:18
Last edited December 7, 2018 1:58 am

Rolls

Survival - (1d20+7)

(13) + 7 = 20

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