REGANRegan’s fury boils over: he swings his war-hammer in a wide, forceful arc, the head blazing first with crackling thunder then flaring white-hot as divine light floods the weapon. The blow lands full on an eel-hound’s chest with a deafening boom; radiant fire rips through flesh and, as crushing force kicks in, the beast is hurled backward in a shuddering quake of sound. A second pulse detonates mid-air, blasting the hound an extra ten feet over the slab’s rim; it vanishes into the dark below, yelping as it tumbles through leaves and broken stone.
The platform shakes under the thunderclap’s echo, mist torn aside in swirling rings as Regan stands, embers of radiant energy still flickering across the hammer’s face.
(Regan delivers 39 damage.)
As Regan's victim falls, the remaining three hounds jolt in perfect unison, as if jerked by an invisible chain. Their haunches skid across the moss-slick stone, claws screeching for purchase while necks snap toward the void.
For a heartbeat they teeter on the brink, bodies drawn toward the same unseen gravity that drags their pack-mate into the jungle gloom below...
OOC:
I will roll three DEX saves for the three other hounds, DC Regan's Attack Roll of 15. If all three are successful they manage to keep themselves from getting pulled off the slab. As a side effect to that success, the three will be broken from the boggle's charm and they will lose their magical mental connection, functioning as individual minded eel-hounds that are no longer under the boggle's charm.
If any one of them fail their DEX save, all three are pulled off the slab and tumble down the ledge without being able to gain footing
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Rolls shows that one fails its Save. So they all tumble and will sustain extra damage from falling uncontrollably.
The hounds cannot hold on and the force that pushed their pack-mate off the slab pulls them off as well. They fall chaotically, their bodies crashing against the jagged rock of the ledge.
(Hounds take delivers 28 damage from fall.)
The rest of the party, shocked yet galvanized by Regan’s thunderous strike, unleash a volley the instant the hounds plunge over the rim. Swirling mist trails the beasts falling bodies like ghostly spotlights, turning each tumbling shape into an easy mark—and in moments the team’s combined blows shred the beasts before they crash onto the jungle floor below, showing no movement thereafter.
(The rest of the party delivers 51 damage)
No pause follows. From the shadows beneath the slab, a larger pack of eight eel-hounds emerges, claws finding stone with mechanical precision as they swarm up the ledge in perfect formation—utterly unmoved by the fate of their fallen kin, navigating around them in a synchronized form.
