The Frontier

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Jun 1, 2019 3:35 pm
Nurval’s pained bellows echo over the road as the companions bring their weapons down. With a ripple of bulbous flesh it shakes them off and stands, black ichor pouring from the many wounds across its chest and belly. "I will flay your souls from your bodies for that!"

The blinding curse falls once again over Alalla, and this time Zenithral finds his vision also fails (Al takes 30 necrotic damage, after resistance Zen takes 15. Both are blinded for 1 round). A touch of Nurval’s hand sends debilitating pain burning through Alalla’s body (Al takes another 38 necrotic damage), and then the devil’s fearsome whip cracks down on Zenithral, who feels as though that whip may very well be able to strip his soul away (Zen takes 37 slashing and force damage).

Nurval’s wings flap quickly to get its bulk moving through the air, and the fiend ascends above the trio (Ilmadia can make an opportunity attack, and then Nurval is 20 feet off the ground). "Now, you over-sized rock-tossers! Hit them while they are weak!" Another volley of boulders comes sailing in, and Alalla and Zenithral each take heavy hits (Al takes 25 bludgeoning and Zen takes 33 bludgeoning).

Nurval’s pained wheezes turn to gurgling chuckles as the companions reel in pain. "Now that’s more like it!"

Rolls

Al wis save DC 19 - (1d20+1)

(1) + 1 = 2

Zen wis save DC 19 - (1d20+3)

(12) + 3 = 15

Dmg to Al and Zen (necrotic) - (4d12)

(107310) = 30

Disruptive touch vs Al (adv) - (1d20+11, 1d20+11)

1d20+11 : (14) + 11 = 25

1d20+11 : (3) + 11 = 14

Dmg to Al (necrotic) - (8d10)

(53612966) = 38

Whip vs Zen (adv) - (1d20+11, 1d20+11)

1d20+11 : (11) + 11 = 22

1d20+11 : (11) + 11 = 22

Dmg to Zen (slashing, force) - (2d4+5, 6d10)

2d4+5 : (43) + 5 = 12

6d10 : (415591) = 25

Giant 2 vs Al (adv) - (1d20+9, 1d20+9)

1d20+9 : (14) + 9 = 23

1d20+9 : (12) + 9 = 21

Dmg to Al - (4d10+6)

(2188) + 6 = 25

Giants 3 vs Zen (adv) - (1d20+9, 1d20+9)

1d20+9 : (5) + 9 = 14

1d20+9 : (18) + 9 = 27

Dmg to Zen - (4d10+6)

(94410) + 6 = 33

Giant 4 vs Zen (adv) - (1d20+9, 1d20+9)

1d20+9 : (5) + 9 = 14

1d20+9 : (4) + 9 = 13

Jun 1, 2019 4:08 pm
The giants join in with the devil’s laughter, until a dozen arrows soar towards one of the brutes (Giant 2 takes 23 piercing damage). The struck giant howls in pain, and the villagers let out a cheer. Many of the wagons are still stuck, but with their enemy now in sight many of them abandon their supplies and draw whatever weapons they have on hand - a few swords, but mostly spears or fishing knives.

Unsuited to combat though they may be, the folk of Icewind Dale are a hardy lot. They did not work hard to build a life here in the North only to die without a fight. They swarm the giant their bowmen attacked (G2 takes another 24 damage).
OOC:
In addition to the 12 archers, there are 20 with various melee weapons.

Rolls

Dmg to giant 2 - (4d6+8)

(3462) + 8 = 23

Dmg to giant 2 - (7d4+7)

(2313224) + 7 = 24

Jun 1, 2019 4:21 pm
Round 3! Not player phase, just the heroes’ turns

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Jun 1, 2019 4:38 pm
Ilmadia swings at the devil as it flies away, leaving another large gash in its large side. As it goes beyond reach, she looks over at her blinded son and Alalla unconscious in the muddy snow.

"Oh, come on." Ilmadia strides over and kneels beside the paladin. "I did not throw my lot in with you foolish idealists so you could die three hours later." She grabs a potion from Alalla's belt and grips the dark woman's chin in her other hand. She pulls the cork with her teeth and spits it into the mud. "I swear, I- Oh." Light pours from her hand into Alalla and she inhales sharply and begins to stir. Unbeknownst to either women or the blinded Zenithral, ragged wings flicker on the ground behind Ilmadia as the healing takes place, vanishing as the light fades.

Alalla bolts upright, cursing at finding her vision dark once more. Ilmadia blinks for a moment, then retrieves the cork and stoppers the potion. "At least you thought to bring healing," Ilmadia says, putting the potion in her small borrowed pack as she stands. "Now you're one potion short. And now I take you little blindlings by the hand and we run, right?"

Nurval takes 23 damage. Alalla is healed 15 points from Healing Hands. Ignore the potion, I can't do both, whoops.

HP: 94/109
AC: 20
Last edited June 1, 2019 8:33 pm

Rolls

Opportunity attack - (1d20+11)

(14) + 11 = 25

Damage - (1d8+6, 3d6)

1d8+6 : (8) + 6 = 14

3d6 : (315) = 9

Potion of Superior Healing - (8d4+8)

(44113244) + 8 = 31

Jun 1, 2019 6:20 pm
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41 / 105 HP
AC 17
Last edited June 1, 2019 6:21 pm

Rolls

Second Wind - (1d10+12)

(8) + 12 = 20

Jun 1, 2019 6:41 pm
Nurval hisses, and the companions feel a wet spray of blood come from the devil’s mouth above. "Well, well... That was unexpected, Swan. Truly, Belhifet’s schemes within schemes are a delight to see as they come to light."

Suddenly more shouts fill the air as a horn blows from the across the road - an orc horn. Nurval mutters an expletive in its own infernal tongue. "No!"
OOC:
Still Zen and Al’s turn.
Jun 1, 2019 7:51 pm
Alalla gives a rare, toothed grin at the sound of the horn. "Our allies come!" she shouts to the Towners. "Hold fast!" She holds her glaive aloft. "Make up for my blindness, my lord," she whispers. The golden glint of the sun off the weapon becomes as bright as the sun itself, and Alalla throws it towards the devil's gurgle. It brightens further as it becomes lighting as it flies, then buries itself in far too much flesh.

Nurval's shout is an echo to Alalla's as the effort of such a blow so soon after being unconscious takes its toll. She topples to the ground. Still, the scent of burning flesh and the shining light that comes through her blindness gives her hope.

Nurval takes 9 slashing, 9 Divine, and 15 lightning damage. It sheds dim light in a 5 foot radius and cannot become invisible until the spell ends. Which is immediately. Alalla is stunned for a round.

HP: 8/154 (after fall damage)
AC: 20
Last edited June 1, 2019 8:31 pm

Rolls

Attack 1 v Nurval (disadvantage) - (1d20+10, 1d20+10)

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

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

Strain 😖 - (1d100)

(75) = 75

Damage (glaive, branding smite, lightning) - (1d10+5, 2d6, 4d6)

1d10+5 : (4) + 5 = 9

2d6 : (54) = 9

4d6 : (1554) = 15

Concentration save DC 10 - (1d20+10)

(4) + 10 = 14

Jun 1, 2019 7:58 pm
"Into the pit---!" Zenithral hears Alalla continue attacking. "Or not."

Shadow swirls down his arm and he fires several shots, hoping to get lucky and perhaps disable the devil for a bit. (17 damage) Nurval takes the hit, but doesn't sound any blinder.

Zenithral hears Alalla fall after a crack of lighting. He quickly grabs her and drags her with him, sending them both tumbling into the pit. (Alalla takes 8 damage. Zenithral takes 11)

HP 30/105
AC 17 (Prone? Unless he has enough movement still to stand)
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Rolls

Longbow 1 (Dis) - (1d20+10, 1d20+10)

1d20+10 : (11) + 10 = 21

1d20+10 : (14) + 10 = 24

Longbow 2 (Dis) - (1d20+10, 1d20+10)

1d20+10 : (8) + 10 = 18

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

Damage - (1d8+4, 2d6)

1d8+4 : (6) + 4 = 10

2d6 : (52) = 7

Nurval WIS save - (1d20+7, 1d20+7)

1d20+7 : (17) + 7 = 24

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

Al Fall Damage - (2d6)

(35) = 8

Zen Fall Damage - (2d6)

(65) = 11

Two Con Save DC 10 for Concentration - (1d20+6, 1d20+6)

1d20+6 : (20) + 6 = 26

1d20+6 : (14) + 6 = 20

Con Save DC 18 for Concentration - (1d20+6)

(19) + 6 = 25

Jun 1, 2019 8:47 pm
The flap of wings sounds above Zenithral and Alalla, and their blindness clears in time to see Nurval’s fleshy body block out the sunlight at the top of the pit. "This has been fun. Not really. I hate being on this plane. But I will enjoy this part, at least."

It flicks its thick wrist, and a mote of fire drops down into the pit.

Nurval turns about in the air and flies out of sight. "And now what to make of this...?"

The small orange flame falls to the ground between Zenithral and Alalla. Then it explodes.
OOC:
Zen passed his save and takes only 14 fire damage! Up to you how to narrate that at the bottom of a pit, but it sounds awesome. Al automatically fails due to stun and is dying again.

Rolls

Zen dex save DC 19 - (1d20+4)

(17) + 4 = 21

Fireball damage - (8d6)

(53511256) = 28

Jun 1, 2019 9:08 pm
Ilmadia covers her mouth to stifle her shriek as the pit she just watched her son vanish into explodes. As soon as the flame fades she jumps into the hole herself.

"Zenithral!" She gasps through tears, amazed to see him conscious, let alone not charred to the bone. A sob escapes her, and she pulls the last potion from Alalla's belt and pushes it into his hands. "Ilmater does protect you, doesn't he? You certainly have the gods' own luck, but I think it's time you stop pushing it!"

Muttering curses and threats in nearly a dozen languages, Ilmadia pulls another potion from her pack. She grabs Alalla's chin and, strangely to Zenithral's view, pauses for a moment with a grimace. When nothing happens, she dumps the potion into Al's mouth.

Al gains 32 HP.

HP: 86/109
Last edited June 1, 2019 9:27 pm

Rolls

Fall damage - (2d6)

(53) = 8

Potion - (8d4+8)

(34134342) + 8 = 32

Jun 1, 2019 9:39 pm
Alalla coughs and sits up. She nearly summons her glaive out of reflex but Ilmadia's warning glare stops her.

"Well, Zenithral," Al coughs. "You would follow the worst call I've ever made. We should never have stopped. I'm sorry." She puts a hand on her friend's arm and a soft light and gentle warmth travels between them. "Maybe the fiend will keep thinking we died down here." She looks up towards the sound of fighting and shoves her worry for her orcs and the civilians beneath stone. "We can escape when the fighting is done."

Zenithral gains 7hp through Lay on Hands.

HP: 32/154
Last edited June 2, 2019 12:21 am
Jun 2, 2019 12:48 am
Zenithral sees the tiny orange sphere as his vision clears and his eyes go wide. Using some remarkable surge of energy, he fires an arrow into the snow above, blasting off a pile, and dives underneath it.

The flames erupt and vaporize the snow, but the pile is enough to protect him from the brunt of the blast.

...

Zenithral coughs. "If I keep this up, perhaps I'll become a herald," he tells Ilmadia with a weak grin.

"Does that make up for the times I've disobeyed orders?," Zenithrral asks Alalla. He nods thankfully at her healing and downs the poition.
Last edited June 3, 2019 1:33 pm

Rolls

Con Save (Concentration) - (1d20+6)

(6) + 6 = 12

Potion - (8d4+8)

(43411224) + 8 = 29

Jun 2, 2019 1:25 am
Ilmadia glares in reply, but Zenithral can see the affection in her eyes.
Jun 2, 2019 1:29 am
Alalla snorts at the half-elf. "Maybe. Not that it was necessary." She uses her gauntlets to rake charred dirt over the two of them, then lies back down with a grunt. "Our spouses are going to be ticked," she murmurs.
Jun 3, 2019 11:53 am
As they wait at the bottom of the pit, they hear the shouts of orcs join the battle above, and then the angry roar of a second fireball.
OOC:
The companions are up again!
Jun 3, 2019 1:48 pm
"Out of the fireball and into the hellfire..." Zenithral bemoans. "I'm headed up. If you hear me scream, it means I'm still alive..."

In a blur Zenithral climbs out of the pit, then begins his volleys, still in motion. Go back home, devil... (37 damage)

As he slides along the snow, he slips after straining himself to aim properly. (Zenithral falls prone) I still hate this place...

HP 52 / 105
AC 17
Last edited June 3, 2019 1:53 pm

Rolls

Longbow 1 (Adv, Sharp) - (1d20+5, 1d20+5)

1d20+5 : (15) + 5 = 20

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

Longbow 2 - (1d20+10)

(14) + 10 = 24

Longbow 3 - (1d20+10)

(9) + 10 = 19

Strain - (1d100)

(47) = 47

Damage - (1d8+14, 1d8+4)

1d8+14 : (5) + 14 = 19

1d8+4 : (7) + 4 = 11

Inspiration on Longbow 3 - (1d20+10)

(18) + 10 = 28

Damage - (1d8+4)

(3) + 4 = 7

Jun 3, 2019 2:04 pm
"Zenithral!" Alalla jumps up in surprise, then starts as a Ilmadia jumps onto her back.
Jun 3, 2019 2:05 pm
"Hold still, you mountainous woman. Now boost me! Go, go!" Alalla obliges, and Ilmadia is soon clear of the pit. Her eyes widen as Zenithral turns his bow on her and an arrow buries itself in the gaps between her chest and shoulder plate. Still, she knows devil magic when she sees it. When Zenithral falls, she stands over him and grips her sword tightly.

"You big ball of bloat! What do you mean, schemes within schemes? What has Belhifet done to me?"

Ilmadia readies her action to attack Nurval if he comes within range.
Last edited June 4, 2019 2:43 am
Jun 3, 2019 2:48 pm
Alalla is still fighting gravity and her plate armour as she climbs out of the hole.
Last edited June 3, 2019 3:15 pm
Jun 3, 2019 3:26 pm
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Rolls

Wisdom Save (DON'T FAIL ME NOW) - (1d20+3)

(15) + 3 = 18

Inspiration (I SAID DON'T FAIL ME) - (1d20+3)

(10) + 3 = 13

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