D&D 5E Storm King's Thunder

[Kobold Stew]

Tranio and Dren make their way across the bridge, looking to see what they can see on the far side. Tranio's hands are empty. About midway, he says to Dren, "You know, you don't need to call me an 'elf' all the time; no elf would do so."

OOC: Perception [roll0]. If at disadvantage, the worse of that and [roll1].

 

[KahlessNestor]

Forest near Nightstone/Caves
Morning
Round 0

“Wot else wuild I call ye?” Dren replied to Tranio. “Ye go’ the pointy ears.” Dren grinned at Tranio. “There’s an ol’ sayin’. ‘If it looks like an elf, an’ talks like an’ elf, an’ smells like an elf’, it pro’ly ain’t a dwarf!’” He chuckled.

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[sblock=Stats]
AC: 14
HP: 25/25 HD: 3/3d8
Ki: 3/3
Darts 10
Arrows: 20
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[sblock=Party Treasure]
Chain mail (dwarf-sized)
Dwarven helm
75 gp
32 sp
37 cp
2 bright gemstones (50 gp ea.)
Potion of Heroism
3 blocks of incense
Silver holy symbol shaped like a unicorn’s head
3 empty vials
Golden pendant of a devil’s head
Healer’s kit
Potion of Healing
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[Kobold Stew]

Tranio does not rise to the bait. "You have heard my request," the cleric says simply.

 

[seriousmoonlight]

Ordrar: The promise of wealth and ale causes the farmer to shut up in a hurry. First, he explains to you that the bridge crossing before was perilous. The cart caused much swaying and creaking last time. Spuds agrees that letting the villagers cross first would be best.

Fistan: The only thing you can see is the relief on Spud's face when you offer to stay with him.

Aremus: In the distance you see two bipedal forms approaching. The strangers are too tall and muscular to be humans.

Tranio: You are able to make out even more details, such as shirtless scared chests and necklaces of ears!

Dren: You still don't know what to call the pointy eared one! XD

 

[industrygothica]

Carolina enjoys the light clicking sounds of her new crossbow as she loads a bolt. "Time to break you in, girl," she whispers to it.

 

[Neurotic]

Ordrar organizes the townsfolk and awaits the call from the other side. He will remain guarding their back until they all cross.

 

[FitzTheRuke]

Aremus waves to any villagers to stay back from the strangers, nocks an arrow, and pulls his string.

OOC: A few rolls just in case: [roll0]. He will ready an attack for as soon as his target is confirmed to be an orc, at which point he will fire without hesitation. [roll1] for [roll2] damage. (If it's needed.)

 

[FitzTheRuke]

OOC: Oops, it's a Short Bow. [roll0]

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Aremus
AC 15
HP 28/28
Hit Dice 3/3
Spell Slots (1st) 2/3
Lay on Hands 4/15
Channel Divinity 1/1
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[KahlessNestor]

Forest near Nightstone/Caves
Morning
Round 0

Dren shook his head. “Techy. Jus’ like an elf,” he muttered, spinning his axe around his hand. Through the fog he didn’t see the approaching humanoids.

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[sblock=Stats]
AC: 14
HP: 25/25 HD: 3/3d8
Ki: 3/3
Darts 10
Arrows: 20
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[sblock=Party Treasure]
Chain mail (dwarf-sized)
Dwarven helm
75 gp
32 sp
37 cp
2 bright gemstones (50 gp ea.)
Potion of Heroism
3 blocks of incense
Silver holy symbol shaped like a unicorn’s head
3 empty vials
Golden pendant of a devil’s head
Healer’s kit
Potion of Healing
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[Kobold Stew]

Tranio looks through the fog, and fires two closely-packed beams into the mist at the figures ahead.

His voice rises up: "Orcs!"

OOC: To hit: [roll0]. If a hit, damage = [roll1] necrotic. If there is a second within 5', the second beam: [roll2]. If a hit, damage = [roll3] necrotic. Distance to the end of the bridge? He's content to hold the bridge if there's more than 50' to its total length, but will move so that Dren stands in front of him.