Lac Dinneshere

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Jun 10, 2019 2:16 am
Drained and exhausted, the dwarf feebly swings, fatally striking himself in the process, however Zenithral bears some of the burden, keeping Reòthadh on his feet. With renewed vigor, the dwarf summons more ice to protect himself.

booming blade, quickened armor of agathys (4th level). Zenithral takes 34 damage (half due to derpy mistakes in rolls).

HP: 50
THP 25
Last edited June 10, 2019 4:33 am

Rolls

Shadowblade - (1d20+9)

(1) + 9 = 10

Fumble - (1d100)

(96) = 96

Goodbye - (8d8+9)

(67476487) + 9 = 58

Cruel world - (4d8)

(7121) = 11

Movement damage - (6d8)

(368767) = 37

Concentration DC 33 - (1d20+11)

(2) + 11 = 13

Jun 10, 2019 5:02 am
Jerrod’s blade pauses in place as light streams from Reòthadh into Zenithral. "Perhaps we are not so different, you and I. We are both content to let the suffering of others speed us on our way." He touches the spike at his belt once more, and his wounds continue to close (Jerrod heals 7). "Do you enjoy it as I do?"

He raises his voice for those gathered to hear. "Witness your Chief of Chiefs bring an end to this old dwarf!" Jerrod drops his sword, then reaches up to clasp Reòthadh’s skull in both gauntleted hands (If Reo does NOT cast Shield, he takes 16 necrotic damage, Jerrod heals 8, and Jerrod takes 12 cold damage). "How long will your magic last, Reòthadh?"

HP: about 60-65, depending on Shield
AC: 20

Rolls

Vampiric touch vs Reo - (1d20+9)

(9) + 9 = 18

Necrotic dmg - (5d6)

(44431) = 16

Life steal - (2d8)

(43) = 7

Jun 10, 2019 3:34 pm
Raising Aihonen’s blade, Reòthadh slashes upwards, imbuing it with the fury of winter. Stepping backwards, he begins to use the terrain to his advantage.

Reòthadh uses the disengage action, moving 30 feet away from Jerrod, and quickens a booming blade with Aihonen’s restored blade.

HP: 50/177
THP: 25
Last edited June 10, 2019 3:44 pm

Rolls

Booming blade - (1d20+12)

(12) + 12 = 24

Booming blade damage - (2d8)

(14) = 5

Aihonen’s Blade - (1d10+12)

(2) + 12 = 14

Movement damage - (3d8)

(283) = 13

Dragon damage - (3d6)

(631) = 10

Jun 10, 2019 4:43 pm
Jerrod curses in some reptilian tongue as Reòthadh slips away. He moves to follow, but then pauses as Reòthadh’s thunderous ward crackles in warning. Instead, Jerrod throws himself into a new spell, then reaches out with black tendrils to wrap about the dwarf’s frame. Reòthadh feels his own life fuel the monstrosity of a warrior before him.

Reo takes 15 necrotic, and Jerrod regains 7+5 health.

HP: 48

Rolls

Reo Dex save DC 17 vs Enervation - (1d20+1)

(1) + 1 = 2

Dmg to Reo (necrotic) - (4d8)

(6225) = 15

Life steal - (2d8)

(23) = 5

Jun 10, 2019 5:30 pm
The gathered tribesmen begin to murmur as the duel drags on.

Hjollsted murmurs loud enough for Zenithral and Alalla to hear. "Jerrod was rumored to be a powerful shaman, but they are beginning to see he is not what he should be. These magics are too dark and too powerful to be of Tempus."
Jun 10, 2019 5:41 pm
Zenithral grunts as he feels thunder painfully shake his body.

What kind of sword strike was THAT?!

"Agreed," Zenithral murmurs in reply, loud enough so other nearby tribesmen can hear. "What paladin uses such vile techniques? Even if he were a true, powerful, hero, surely he'd be able to take out a dwarf...even one with the Dale's blessing."

If he doesn't take out himself, that is...
Last edited June 10, 2019 5:42 pm
Jun 10, 2019 5:46 pm
Reòthadh dashes 60 feet and uses a "star" (6 left)

"Time to dance, ye rotten lizard!"

Backing up, the dwarf launches a ribbon of light towards Jerrod, but it flies falsely into the lake.

"Hear me children of the Northern Tribes! Your leader is no man, but the spirit of Icasaracht!"

HP: 50
THP: 10
Last edited June 10, 2019 5:54 pm

Rolls

Crown of stars - (1d20+9)

(9) + 9 = 18

Jun 10, 2019 7:36 pm
Jerrod retrieves his sword and points it high toward the stars above. "Watch the coward as he runs! The Champion of the North is nothing before the might of Jerrod. He runs, and he lies."

The night air fills with cheers as many tribesmen echo Jerrod’s claims. What’s more, several even toss small rocks Reòthadh’s way. Meanwhile, Jerrod touches the black spike at his belt and heals some more (Jerrod heals 11).

HP: 59
AC: 20

Rolls

Life Steal - (2d8)

(83) = 11

Intimidation (adv from charmed) - (1d20+9, 1d20+9)

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

1d20+9 : (6) + 9 = 15

Jun 10, 2019 7:51 pm
"Watch as yer beloved false leader burns by the holy Northern Lights. Open yer eyes and witness the pretender Icasaracht fall once more!"

Lights swirl in the heavens, slowly descending until the rest on the ground, surrounding Jerrod. The northern champion launches another ribbon of light, striking the dark necromancer to the heart before the light closes completely around him.

Reòthadh casts wall of light, heightening the spell(DC 17 Con save, half damage on save. Blind on fail.), and uses another star (5 left).

HP: 50/177
THP: 10
Last edited June 10, 2019 8:10 pm

Rolls

Crown of stars - (1d20+9)

(19) + 9 = 28

Crown of stars damage - (4d12)

(5528) = 20

Wall of light - (4d8)

(7783) = 25

Hear this one (persuasion) - (1d20+9)

(10) + 9 = 19

Jun 10, 2019 8:14 pm
Jerrod screams as the heavenly light does its work, and then collapses to the ground. The body does not move.

But something does.

A shadow, or perhaps the wind itself flits across the dark ground. Everyone feels it’s chill, but it is Alalla who feels the mystical assault. For the heroes are not wrong; Icasaracht’s wicked spirit craves power still, and in Alalla’s chest beats the heart of a dragon.

Nearly, Bilewing’s craven heart allows Icasaracht to find purchase, but Alalla’s force of will and sense of self allow her to resist the possession. There is a final, frustrated snarl, and Icasaracht’s presence departs.

Rolls

Jerrod con save - (1d20+14)

(11) + 14 = 25

2 concentration saves - (1d20+14, 1d20+14)

1d20+14 : (13) + 14 = 27

1d20+14 : (18) + 14 = 32

Mystery roll - (1d20+4)

(14) + 4 = 18

Jun 10, 2019 8:37 pm
The tribesmen’s reactions range from awe to fear, to shock. Voices too excited to be hushed echo across the shore of Lac Dinneshere, until Tansia steps forward and calls for attention. "Jerrod, or whatever he was, has been proved to be a usurper. Behold the new Chief of Chiefs, Reòthadh of the North!"

Shouts and cheers fill the frigid air.
Jun 10, 2019 8:45 pm
A string of orcish curses comes from Al's mouth as she sags on her glaive. "I don't have time for you, beast!" Of all the things she had feared taking this heart could do, this was not one of them.

When the spirit departs she sighs with relief. "I hate magic," she mutters. She doesn't take much time to recover before she stands straight. "Help me see to Jhonen," she taps Zenithral's arm then approaches the fallen 'Jerrod.'
Jun 10, 2019 8:49 pm
‘Jerrod’s’ helmet is easily removed, showing the withered features of the companions’ long-lost friend. Jhonen is quite dead, and seems to have been so for some time.
Jun 10, 2019 8:54 pm
Al touches his cheek and lets a small amount of energy pass into him. After a pause, she gives a look to Zenithral that says, "It's stupid but hey," and performs her best orc roar in Jhonen's face.

Jhonen gains 1 hp through Lay on Hands if possible. She then tries to startle him awake, since looking dead is a thing he does.
Jun 10, 2019 8:58 pm
Color returns to Jhonen’s face, and he immediately sits up with a shriek that is both human and familiar. He looks up at Alalla and Zenithral, and a smile begins to creep across his dry lips. "Al? Zen? I - "

He collapses again, ‘dead’ once more.
Jun 10, 2019 8:59 pm
"He *did* look dead whenever he was unconscious or asleep," Zenithral remarks, looking sorrowful at the former fisherman. "Alalla," Zenithral calls her attention and points to the black spike at his belt. "Necromancy. We need to get it off him, fast."
Last edited June 10, 2019 9:02 pm
Jun 10, 2019 9:05 pm
Alalla lays down her glaive and pulls out her belt knife. She carefully gets it under the leather of Jhonen's belt, and a quick slice with the sharp blade severs it. She grabs an end and rips the whole thing off of him and tosses it a short distance away into the snow.
Jun 10, 2019 9:09 pm
The belt and the black spike go tumbling to the snow. Hjollsted raises an eyebrow at the object. "That certainly looks evil. I would not recommend touching it."

Jhonen appears the same, as if he were a week dead.
Jun 10, 2019 9:20 pm
Zenithral kneels down and inspects Jhonen, drawing out the staff of healing. "Let's hope you're not completely undead..." (Lesser Restoration. If that doesn't do anything, Cure Wounds. If he awakens then "dies" again, he'll try to figure out why)

Rolls

Arcana - (1d20+8)

(7) + 8 = 15

Possible Cure Wounds - (1d8+3)

(3) + 3 = 6

Staff of Healing Regained Charges - (1d6+4)

(1) + 4 = 5

Jun 10, 2019 9:21 pm
"Keep an eye on it, will you?" Al asks Hjollsted. "There's a drow around here who would literally kill for it, and then likely kill with it. And he's only the one we know about."
Last edited June 10, 2019 9:24 pm
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