Episode 3: Bimar

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Apr 17, 2019 5:29 pm
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Makisig picks a spot among the roots of an ancient balete tree for your camp, but not before the tikbalang leads the group in paying your respects to the forest spirits that dwell there. Once permission is granted, you all settle down for the night.

Makisig points out a distant peak outlined by a dull orange glow - a sure sign, he says, of the goat-men slashing and burning the forest, desecrating the mountain.

"The kalding are vicious fighters, relying on savagery and overwhelming numbers rather than skill. The berserkers fight with axe and spear. The archers employ foul poisons brewed by their shamans."

Makisig inspects Baracus' greataxe and sword with genuine curiosity and respect, taking great interest in the stories behind each weapon.

"My weapons have been taken from me, else I would show you the kris and the balbeg. The tikbalang are bred for war, but we fight with more than just weapons and martial skill. We dance the war dance, an offering to the sky gods and the diwata, engkanto, and anito - nature spirits. The spirits of our ancestors ennoble us as well. And we have these." he points to the tattoos that cover most of his torso, each of which is a magical talisman to aid in battle.

Ybus: It's amazing! You don't get sleepy at all! But it does get real boring real fast. Thoughts of grilled isaw set your stomach grumbling.

Baracus: During your watch, you see lights flitting about in the woods. Fireflies? Will-o-the-wisp? They linger for a time then drift off and nothing comes of it until your watch ends and it's time to wake Erden.

Erden: Makisig takes the second watch with you. It's getting colder and colder. A falling star streaks across the sky to the north.

Urban: Your watch passes uneventfully. Wormtail and Wormtongue stare at you throughout. It gets colder and colder. By the end of your watch a fog has rolled in.

Rydler: Without a fire, the fog chills you to the bone. You feel certain you are being watched, but nothing unusual happens until day breaks and the fog lifts.
OOC:
Will have more later, but feel free to roleplay your fire-less breakfast or whatever.

Rolls

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Apr 17, 2019 5:34 pm
"Ooo, check this out," says Ybus, pulling things out of the poisoner's kit to show off. Indeed, whatever advantage might be granted by a second pair of eyes probably is negated by needing to keep Ybus from harmful behavior as he goes through the alchemist's kit and healer's kit all at the same time.
Apr 17, 2019 6:16 pm
Baracus finds the discussion fascinating. After, he hands Makasig his remaining 6 javelins and quiver, as well as his shield. At breakfast, Baracus continues his fasting.
Apr 18, 2019 12:05 pm
Urban listens carefully to all of the stories the kalding and tikbalang. He is fascinated by the depth of the culture and conflict.

Perhaps the two rat-men will be able to provide information to the new allies. If not that, then perhaps they will at least be dealt justice by authority, in a way that will serve as retribution for the losses suffered by the tikbalang.
Apr 19, 2019 1:54 pm
Makisig accepts Baracus' javelins and shield graciously. The tikbalang does his best to hide his distaste for the laboratory equipment Ybus is sifting through. After all, these were the instruments employed in the twisted experiments conducted on his brothers in arms. 

You break camp and set out on the trail before the morning dew has dried. In the distance, smoke rises from the spot you saw burning in the night. Makisig stares at it darkly, but says your path will not take you there. It's more important to make for the tikbalang village with all haste. Pushing onward, you make good time. By mid-morning, the trail turns westward and uphill in earnest. Makisig says you'll be on the western slopes by midday tomorrow.

On several occasions as you travel, Makisig pauses to bow and speak words of respect to unseen guardian spirits on whose fief you tread, just as he did at the balete tree. Then unexpectedly at a solitary tree clinging to a cliff face, the tikbalang frowns when his customary greeting goes unanswered.

"Tabi tabi po." Nothing. "Strange. The steward of this place is not here."

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Apr 19, 2019 5:15 pm
"Taking a tinkle?" Ybus suggests, playing with a bauble-handled whirling drum.
Apr 21, 2019 12:34 pm
Worried, Makisig touches a hand to the exposed tree roots. Something is very wrong.

Rydler is the first to notice it: a charnel smell, coupled with an inexplicable shiver up your spines. Makisig recoils as the tree withers and blackens before your very eyes!

Before you can react, the underbrush erupts: AMBUSH! a mob of goat-headed men with matted, lice-ridden fur, their skin tattooed with tribal symbols, come at you with guttural war cries, wielding huge, wicked axes.

"Kalding!" Makisig yells. "Followers of Kaliy-te! To arms, my friends!"

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Apr 21, 2019 4:39 pm
Baracus rises, fists clenched and heart racing. He roars his familiar battle cry, but this time it is not for his father's benefit. He calls upon the leaders of these fell goat-men, their generals and kings and even their gods, to see what is in store for them, to...

"WITNESS!"
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Apr 21, 2019 5:01 pm
Ybus clambers up a few rocks, looking for an elevated position and keep away from the melee. He prepares his magic, readying a Flaming Sphere to spring into existence and hopefully bowl over the onrush of goat-men.
Apr 21, 2019 6:17 pm
"People see us, shout with glee...
Here to help, enemies with their plea...
Understand, we are the best...
Let you know, we do not jest...
Existential crisis, will make you flee...
So up above, phonetically.


Rydler smiles from behind his group at the goat-men, his arms outstretched in a 't'.
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Apr 22, 2019 2:50 am
Urban steps forward, shield out, ready to receive the onslaught of the kalding mob.
Apr 22, 2019 6:06 pm
Erden pulls out several spell components and scrambles down off of Baracus' shoulder to allow the warrior room to battle.
Apr 24, 2019 5:19 pm
Like waves upon a rocky shore, the kalding crash into Baracus, Urban, and Makisig who have instinctively formed a defensive cordon around their friends and the caged prisoners.

Urban is beset by eight goatmen. Spears and axes thud against the Captain's Shield. Two kalding manage to score lucky hits, opening gashes in the brawny human's shoulder and thigh. 13 slashing + 13 piercing.

Baracus is mobbed as well. Two axes, and one spear rip into his bulging pecs. 39 damage before D.R.

Makisig dances the tikbalang war dance, a thing of lethal beauty. Taking wounds, but dealing death, he leaps, mane flying, trampling his foes. Makisig takes 26 damage before D.R.

Ybus' sphere of flame erupts amidst the goat-headed cultists, incinerating a couple. The others pause for a second, then redouble their onslaught, howling hacking and stabbing.

Your turn!
Apr 24, 2019 5:37 pm
Ybus gyrates his left hand and pointer, rolling the Flaming Sphere around like a pinball into the kalding. With his right hand, he finger-guns two Eldritch Blasts and chirps, "Pew pew!"
OOC:
Forgot to mention that the Flaming Sphere is at 3rd level, so 3d6 fire damage on failed Dexterity saves (DC 14).
[ +- ] [url=https://gamersplane.com/characters/dnd5/6546/

Rolls

Eldritch Blast (two beams), Force Damage - (1d20+5, 1d10, 1d20+5, 1d10)

1d20+5 : (19) + 5 = 24

1d10 : (6) = 6

1d20+5 : (3) + 5 = 8

1d10 : (2) = 2

Flaming Sphere damage, if any - (3d6)

(552) = 12

Apr 24, 2019 8:19 pm
Erden stays behind his companions as they battle and launches a spell into the midst of the goat-men. A huge explosion of sound rings out from the center of the group of foes, shattering stone and sending some of their foes flying.
[ +- ] Shatter - DC 15 Con Save
[ +- ] Stats

Rolls

Shatter! - (3d8)

(635) = 14

Apr 24, 2019 10:53 pm
"Behold, creatures of dark, the light of the Phules!" Two halos of light glow from behind Urban and Makisig's head.
OOC:
Action: Help to Urban
BA: Help to Makisig

Double fisted helping!
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Apr 24, 2019 10:58 pm
Kalding tear into Baracus, but Baracus tears right back into them! With each punch he sends the beastmen flying through the air. He screams to the very rocks and trees and sky:

"WITNESS!"
OOC:
Action: reckless attack w/ first sword
Bonus action: Flurry of blows, use open hand technique to push anyone hit by them back 15 feet (DC 13 Str save to resist)
[ +- ] Stats
[ +- ] Open Hand Technique
[in progress] done!
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Rolls

First Sword (reckless) - (1d20+7, 1d20+7, 1d6+7)

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

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

1d6+7 : (4) + 7 = 11

Flurry 1 (reckless) - (1d20+6, 1d20+6, 1d4+6)

1d20+6 : (5) + 6 = 11

1d20+6 : (5) + 6 = 11

1d4+6 : (2) + 6 = 8

Flurry 2 (reckless) - (1d20+6, 1d20+6, 1d4+6)

1d20+6 : (8) + 6 = 14

1d20+6 : (11) + 6 = 17

1d4+6 : (2) + 6 = 8

Apr 25, 2019 5:37 pm
The PHULEs retaliate!

Battle music!

Ybus' ball of flame careens around the battlefield, leaving a trail of smoking kalding corpses in its wake. One of his finger-beams hits a burning goat-man right between the eyes, bursting its head like a melon.

Nearly a dozen kalding drop to the ground, their bodies broken by the concussive force of Erden's spell. A few survivors stumble away clutching their heads in agony, blood streaming from eyes and ears.

Baracus thrusts the First Sword with abandon into a goat-man's heart and kicks the convulsing body away. Another berserker ducks beneath the half-orc's wild swing, but the punch catches a kalding spear-man with bone-crunching force, sending the brute flying head-over-heels into the rear ranks.

Makisig continues to trample his foes, reducing a pair of kalding to a bloody pulp.
OOC:
[ +- ] Actions/Calculations
[ +- ] Status Tracker (Orange have acted. Green may act.)

Rolls

DC 13 STR save to resist Baracus - (1d20+2)

(15) + 2 = 17

Makisig: Trampling Charge - (1d20+5, 2d6+3)

1d20+5 : (2) + 5 = 7

2d6+3 : (25) + 3 = 10

Advantage (Help from Rydler) - (1d20+5)

(13) + 5 = 18

DC 13 STR save to resist Makisig - (1d20+2)

(9) + 2 = 11

Bonus Hooves attack - (1d20+5, 2d6+5)

1d20+5 : (16) + 5 = 21

2d6+5 : (44) + 5 = 13

Advantage vs. Prone - (1d20+5)

(10) + 5 = 15

Apr 26, 2019 11:40 am
Caught a bit off guard as he downloads the bulky rat cage, Urban finds himself on his heels briefly as the goatmen swarm in. He has to start putting some of the villains down lest he be overrun by the deadly mob. Swinging the Captain's Shield like a hammering weapon, Urban does his best to join up with Barracus and thin the ranks of the violent enemy.

Bonus Action: Shove, attempt knock Prone
Attack 1: Shield as Improvised Weapon (possible Advantage is opponent is Prone, ignore if does not apply)
Attack 2: Shield as Improvised Weapon with Advantage from Rydler's Help
[ +- ] Urban Quick Stats
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Rolls

STR Athletics Shove Attempt - (1d20+11)

(12) + 11 = 23

Attack 1 - (1d20+7)

(7) + 7 = 14

Attack 1 Advantage - (1d20+7)

(17) + 7 = 24

damage - (1d4+7)

(2) + 7 = 9

Attack 2 - (1d20+7)

(8) + 7 = 15

Attack 2 Advantage - (1d20+7)

(19) + 7 = 26

damage - (1d4+7)

(3) + 7 = 10

Apr 26, 2019 1:02 pm
Urban repels the enemy just as effectively as a solid steel wall, knocking a pair of hulking goat-men off their feet and bashing in their skulls.
OOC:
[ +- ] Actions/Calculations
[ +- ] Status Tracker (Orange have acted. Green may act.)
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