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Feb 28, 2019 4:05 pm
Ulfren seems unsatisfied as the male drow falls to the floor, so he turns his attention to the other elf in the room. "You got a lot to answer for!" he roars, launching himself into melee.
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Rolls

Battleaxe, Reckless, Slashing Damage - (1d20+5, 1d20+5, 1d8+5)

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

1d20+5 : (14) + 5 = 19

1d8+5 : (2) + 5 = 7

Extra Attack, Reckless, Slashing Damage - (1d20+5, 1d20+5, 1d8+5)

1d20+5 : (8) + 5 = 13

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

1d8+5 : (7) + 5 = 12

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Feb 28, 2019 7:14 pm
Phineas summons a flame in his hands and tosses it at the murderous Drow.
OOC:
Attack roll of 22 for 3 fire damage
[ +- ] Produce Flame
Last edited February 28, 2019 7:31 pm

Rolls

Produce Flame (disadvantage for range attack within 5 feet) - (1d20+7, 1d20+7, 2d8)

1d20+7 : (19) + 7 = 26

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

2d8 : (21) = 3

Mar 1, 2019 12:41 am
We can assign it now. Gunnar does a total of two turns and deals 40 damage total.
Mar 1, 2019 12:44 am
Ulfren slices into the drow cleaving her arm off and as she spins, Phineas hits her in the face with flame as she drops to the floor, blood slowly draining out of her motionless body.

Out of combat
Mar 1, 2019 12:57 am
"Do any of you talky boys want answers?" Ulfren barks, rage still boiling behind his eyes. "Patch 'em up if you do, otherwise there's plenty more where they came from."
Mar 1, 2019 1:08 am
"They have no words I want to hear." Ryyrik swings his hammer down, splattering the drows head. "Move on and hope the stentch of these filth lingers long enough for the next sorry bastard, who thought it'd be smart to invade a dwarf's home, can get a nice whiff."
Mar 1, 2019 1:10 am
"Not wasting a perfectly good goodberry on Stabby McStabbers here," says Phineas with 14 goodberries stuffed in his mouth. He's pretty sure she's dead but he doesn't want to contradict Ulfren while he's still got that look in his eyes. At least not over something unimportant. Oh, well that settles it, Ryyrik just squished its head.

"Yes, let's move on."
Last edited March 1, 2019 7:06 am
Mar 1, 2019 1:17 am
"Goodberry anyone? Sixty-six left!"
OOC:
Does anyone have brewers tool proficiency and brewer's kit?
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Mar 1, 2019 1:48 am
OOC:
Aye.
Mar 1, 2019 3:43 am
Ulfren nods absently as blood is splattered across the floor. His rage begins to dissipate as the adrenaline of combat subsides. "Feeling a bit peckish, aye," he says in response to Phineas. "Gunnar, see if these bodies got anything useful."

Now that he has another relatively-intact head, Ulfren comes to a conclusion and uses his blade to scalp the male drow. Once his gruesome trophy is collected, he proceeds to scalp the drider's head as well.
OOC:
51/60 HP
Mar 1, 2019 3:44 am
While everyone is getting ready to go, Phineas gets Ryyrik's attention.

"Ryyrik, we need to dust off your moonshine still. Think about this: Goodberry Wine! You could drink as much as you like, it would cure your hangover! I call it... Wait for it.... 'Homebrew!' "
Mar 1, 2019 3:45 am
Phineas hands Ulfren nine sumptuous goodberries.
Mar 1, 2019 3:51 am
Ulfren doesn't bother to wipe his hands of blood while he eats the goodberries. "Seems like that ought to be an ale," he says, disappointed that Phineas first referenced wine.
Mar 1, 2019 4:44 am
Ryyrik stops at the word 'moonshine' but his face sours at the word 'wine'. He nods over to Ulfren "I side with Blackthaw; wine is for the elves and humans to frail to lift a stein!" He mimes sipping from a little cup mockingly "Wuknit, boy. You know what us dwarves call 'wine'? Fruit water, 'cause it's damn near the same." He returns his attention back to Phineas "Homebrew yourself, your 'wine' isn't touching my stills. Pff, 'wine', I need a nice strong ale to wash that word out of my mouth."
Mar 1, 2019 6:19 am
"Forget I ever mentioned it."
Mar 1, 2019 6:45 am
"It's a good idea, lad," says Ulfren, voice returning to a calm gravel. "If you're thinking of serving that in dwarven halls, you'll want a proper ale; a dark beer that lends itself to whatever fruitberry you think to put in it. Serving to elves or humans, you'll do fine with your wine. Ain't nothing stopping you from doing both."
Mar 1, 2019 9:56 am
Wuknit shrugs "Wuknit not like bad-water before. Wuknit would try some though Dwarf-water though" he says as he takes a quick look over the two drow for anything useful.

Rolls

Investigation if needed - (1d20)

(8) = 8

Mar 1, 2019 3:32 pm
Ryyrik chuckles "Wuknit sure has a refined taste." He kicks the corpse out of the way "If we're done talking of elven piss swill, I have some gifts for our houseguests in thanks for treating our birthplace with respect." He hoists his hammer up and looks at the small chucks of drow meat coating it's surface.
Mar 1, 2019 6:16 pm
Phineas ignores Ryyrik's rudeness while he gets ready to move.

"Thanks Ulfren. Sure, make it ale instead of wine. I'm not talking about serving it in halls though, Dwarven or otherwise. I'm talking about military applications! Alcoholic healing potions. What's un-Dwarven about that? Honestly, the fact that they haven't been invented yet is an obvious oversight in Dwarven engineering."

"Do not forget the wisdom of Oathkeer Dvvalik, master strategist!"


He switches to Olde Dvvwarfish to quote the honoured elder:

"Baruk Khazâd! Khazâd ai-mêntuk!"
[ +- ] translation
Last edited March 1, 2019 6:20 pm
Mar 1, 2019 6:33 pm
Ulfren nods, popping Goodberries into his mouth like they were seeds. "Aye, be the first to make it, then. Just saying that most dwarves would prefer a healing ale over a healing wine."

Finished with his meal, he secures his scalps upon his harness and looks about the room, specifically for a way out.
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