Episode 2

Ghoulish Slave v. Trece
R2

The gaunt slave sprints forward, loping on its hands at first before building to full speed. It throws itself headlong at Trece with no self-regard, diving in and scraping at him violently with its mailed gloves, rugged but sharpened iron blades at the end of each finger.

The waif wretch coughs and spits sticky vomit out of its mouth even as it fights. Trece can smell the singe of burning flesh - the animalistic slave's spittle is acid!

Attacks at Disadvantage from previous Dodge Action.

SM11 v. Adar-Malic


Adar-Malic is under duress. A lean muscular hybrid bears down on him with sharp pincer claws and then shoots in with snapping external mandibles.

Hit and Hit
Requires DC 11 CON Save or Poisoned

The young tattooed man yells out in agony as the foul beast's teeth sink into his shoulder, injecting a burning poison.

Fail Save.

Welcome back Hyp!

X, wouldn't ASurge give you more attacks? Maybe I missed something?

I figured it was a full action to get out of the web. Then an action surge for two attacks. Let me know if I missed something.

Trece
R2

Trece spins and unleashes the series of attacks. Strike - Stab - Strike. The lean and depraved slave is rocked this way and that in a rhythm, three injuries received in rapid succession.

All 3 Attacks Hit

Trece's last blow hits square in the chest, breaking the septum and sending the spewing wretch stumbling directly backwards toward the hallway. It hits the floor hard and slides on its back several feet. It writhes on its back, spraying the froth and liquid up in the air only to fall back down to melt its own face and neck. Trece has already turned back around to eye the muscular horned lieutenant who stands studying him attentively, but curiously has not yet drawn any weapons.

Thorn
R2

Thorn rips free from the restraining web strands, freeing up his torso, legs, and arms. He goes straight to work slashing away at the spider hybrid ambushers.

Both Attacks Hit, applied to SM4

SM7 v. Thorn
R2



A wild spider monster with a set of four lanky arms stabs frantically at Thorn with crude knives even as it uses its free arms and legs scrape and claw all over the big warrior. Bearing in relentlessly it snaps its teeth again and again trying to bypass Thorn's armor and sink fangs and mandibles into flesh.

2 dagger stabs. Bite.
If bite Hit, Required Action: DC 11 CON Save vs. Poison

SM6 v. Bryn
R2



A bloated and grotesque spider fiend with a horrid face watches in frustration as Bryn tumbles past it. The lumbering oaf monster turns and leans heavy towards the agile Dannein, trying to wrap him with its long sinewy arms and bear on him with all of its bulk. A pile of teeth and pincers snap and chew under a mass of bulbous black eyes.

Grapple Attempt.
Bite.

Required Action, Bryn: STR Athletics or DEX Acrobatics check in comparison to avoid Grapple attempt

SM1 v. Kray
R2



After being threatened by the elusive Jeresian's wicked curved blade, an angered spider man hybrid lashes out in revenge against Kray.

Claw/Claw/BiteA Hit on Bite requires CON DC 11 Save, Poison

SM10 v. Namtur
R2



A bulky brute spider wretch assaults Namtur.

Claw. Bite.
DC 11 CON Save Poison if Bite Hit.

Claws Hit
Bite Miss

Round 2 Update
PCs with all Actions available: Ahri, Iasu
Optional Action Ahri: DC 12 STR Athletics to swim/pull free from Gel engulf
Optional/Remaining Action Thorn: additional Attack to complete Action Surge, Movement (Bonus Action Overrun)?

Opponents with Actions Remaining: SM4, SM5, Rabisu, Gel

When the muscled devil hears Trece’s challenge, he studies the Seetan monk carefully for a moment before moving or speaking. He breaks the pause by pulling his tattered cloak robe off from over his head and casting it aside. His rippled physique is on full display, as are the coarse tracts of leathery skin and horns that cover his anatomy.

"Your technique is impressive," he says to Trece in a tone that seems quite sincere. He speaks Otessite, but in a thick accent that Trece is not familiar with.


"You are no arena boxer as Nabua described," he continues in his even voice, "but neither do you move like the Deemethresi. And I know you are not from Awidan." He speaks as if he is openly talking through a mental puzzle.

The devil moves slowly and paces out, taking care to space himself away from Trece a reasonable distance. Trece watches the man’s step. He stalks like a panther.

The devil-man takes off his sword belt, holding his long blade by the scabbard with his belt now looped within his grip. Holding the still-sheathed weapon casually at his side, he proposes a question, his curiosity apparently real, "What is the name of this foreign style of yours?"

The battle rages on in the dim light at the other end of the great room.