Exhaustion from the hard day's travel combined with half a night's restless sleep and a desperate midnight dash do not prevent Zenithral's soldier instincts from kicking in, and he quickly sets up what he needs: a magic ball of light to see by, improvised bandages, and a knife made sterile with prestidigitation.
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Exhaustion from the hard day's travel combined with half a night's restless sleep and a desperate midnight dash do not prevent Zenithral's soldier instincts from kicking in, and he quickly sets up what he needs: a magic ball of light to see by, improvised bandages, and a knife made sterile with prestidigitation.
Rolls
Athletics - (1d20+7)
(12) + 7 = 19
After a few moments, he turns the arrow wound. He pulls and cuts away some of the fabric and feels around the exposed flesh, trying to decide if pulling it out would do more damage than good. He shakes his head in frustration and decides to go for it. "This will definitely hurt. A lot," he says. He grips the arrow carefully, and jerks it out, immediately holding the hot knife up to it to cauterize the wound. The pungent smell of burning flesh fills the air, mixing with the smoke of the small fire, but the bleeding there seems to stop. He could only hope he hadn't caused more damage.
He continues reheating and cleaning the knife, cauterizing any other serious cuts and then cuts his cloak into strips and begins using them as bandages.
"What's happening?"
Rolls
Survival - (1d20+4)
(16) + 4 = 20
His mountainborn senses on high alert, Ug thinks he can hear something moving out in the darkness. Something big. And it's getting closer.
Rolls
Athletics - (1D20+2)
(3) + 2 = 5
constitution save - (1D20+2)
(18) + 2 = 20
Ug activates his danger sense to not have disadvantage on any surprise attacks. He hefts his axe as instincts kick in and his battle rage begins to mount.
attack my friend and his injured maiden, come through me first beast of the night
It opens its mouth to speak, and its voice booms through the night. "Hello there, runt," it rumbles to Ug in Giant. "Strange to see your kind here. I thought you all hung out at some forgotten monastery. No matter. You stand between me and my prey. Move, or I will move you."
Rolls
Athletics - (1d20+3)
(8) + 3 = 11
Rolls
Ug is stalling roll deception - (1d20+1)
(20) + 1 = 21
Rolls
perception on girl - (1D20+2)
(17) + 2 = 19
religion check on girl (celestial) - (1D20+4)
(11) + 4 = 15
Vafthrudnir gestures to his shield of dragonskin. "The beast that wore these scales, I strangled it with my bare hands." Then he pokes Ug in the chest, shoving him back several feet. "You are nothing. Your people are nothing, nothing more than a broken tribe begging for scraps from the small folk. You are no giantkin!" He finishes the last accusation with a bellow and takes up his axe. (Unless raging and/or negating the damage somehow, Ug takes 53 slashing damage)
Rolls
Vaghalehudjab (whatever) axe vs Ug - (1d20+9)
(12) + 9 = 21
Axe damage - (3d12+6)
(879) + 6 = 30
Axe attack #2 - (1d20+9)
(7) + 9 = 16
Axe damage #2 - (3d12+6)
(6110) + 6 = 23