D&D 5E (IC) Vault of the Dracolich (Dispensables)
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gargoyleking
Adventurer
Bob laughed even more as the pit burst into flame before him. He could see the snake cooking in the fire's and called out to his allies. "Guess we know what's for dinner!"
He pressed the attack, with a fervor not yet seen, driving his blows home with a vengeance while simultaneously making an opening in his own defenses.
Squirrels are evil!
He pressed the attack, with a fervor not yet seen, driving his blows home with a vengeance while simultaneously making an opening in his own defenses.
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Squirrels are evil!
Prickly Pear
Adventurer
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FitzTheRuke
Legend
gargoyleking
Adventurer
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Squirrels are evil!
Chronicler
Explorer
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[td][sblock="Status Box"]Devan the Dawnbringer
NG (L) Human Sorcerer 1/Warlock 3
Size: M | Speed: 30 ft. | Senses: Passive Perception 13
Initiative: +2 | Armor Class: 19 | Hit Dice: 1d6+3d8+8+1 | Hit Points: 16/30
Spell Slots: 1st-lvl: 0/2, [W] 2nd-lvl: 2 | Concentration: Hex
Affected by: None | Conditions: None[/sblock] Struck by yet another projectile, Devan roared in pain. The enemy's thrown weapon had found its mark, piercing him through a seam between two of the gleaming plates of his newly-acquired armor. It was a lucky shot, or from his perspective, a very unlucky one. With Pyrus's veil of darkness dissipated, the troglodytes that had been within it were now free to press their own attacks. "Please Morninglord, help us turn the tide of this battle," the injured Inquisitor beseeched, fervently.
With dogged determination, Devan focused all of his sacred ire upon the creature in front of him and lashed out with his longsword. The steel blade hummed and shimmered with sorcerous power as it arced gracefully through the air.
[sblock="OOC"]• Con Saving Throw (Concentration Check DC 10): 2d20k1+4 17
Bonus Action: Transferring hex from dead T2 to T8.
Action: Casting booming blade at T8.
• Attack Roll: 1d20+5 10 + 2 (Favored by the Gods) = 12 (Please tell me that's a hit.) *fingers & toes crossed*
• Favored by the Gods (Class Feature): 2d4 2
• Damage Roll: 1d8+3+1d6+2 11 (T8 will also take 1d8 thunder damage if it willingly moves before the start of Devan's next turn.)
Favored by the Gods: Starting at 1st level, divine power guards your destiny. If you fail a saving throw or miss with an attack roll, you can roll 2d4 and add it to the total, possibly changing the outcome. Once you use this feature, you can’t use it again until you finish a short or long rest.[/sblock][/td]
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[td][sblock="Status Box"]Devan the Dawnbringer
NG (L) Human Sorcerer 1/Warlock 3
Size: M | Speed: 30 ft. | Senses: Passive Perception 13
Initiative: +2 | Armor Class: 19 | Hit Dice: 1d6+3d8+8+1 | Hit Points: 16/30
Spell Slots:
Affected by: None | Conditions: None[/sblock] Struck by yet another projectile, Devan roared in pain. The enemy's thrown weapon had found its mark, piercing him through a seam between two of the gleaming plates of his newly-acquired armor. It was a lucky shot, or from his perspective, a very unlucky one. With Pyrus's veil of darkness dissipated, the troglodytes that had been within it were now free to press their own attacks. "Please Morninglord, help us turn the tide of this battle," the injured Inquisitor beseeched, fervently.
With dogged determination, Devan focused all of his sacred ire upon the creature in front of him and lashed out with his longsword. The steel blade hummed and shimmered with sorcerous power as it arced gracefully through the air.
[sblock="OOC"]• Con Saving Throw (Concentration Check DC 10): 2d20k1+4 17
Bonus Action: Transferring hex from dead T2 to T8.
Action: Casting booming blade at T8.
• Attack Roll: 1d20+5 10 + 2 (Favored by the Gods) = 12 (Please tell me that's a hit.) *fingers & toes crossed*
• Favored by the Gods (Class Feature): 2d4 2
• Damage Roll: 1d8+3+1d6+2 11 (T8 will also take 1d8 thunder damage if it willingly moves before the start of Devan's next turn.)
Favored by the Gods: Starting at 1st level, divine power guards your destiny. If you fail a saving throw or miss with an attack roll, you can roll 2d4 and add it to the total, possibly changing the outcome. Once you use this feature, you can’t use it again until you finish a short or long rest.[/sblock][/td]
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Prickly Pear
Adventurer
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Sesto looks at the smouldering mess of a snake that Bob left behind and starts climbing up the pit too. As Sesto reaches the the top and balances on the edge of the pit, he calls forth Lathander's spectral mace yet again. The mace swipes at the stinking Troglodyte.
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FitzTheRuke
Legend
Round Five
Devan strikes his foe down with a swift blow, and Lathander's light washes over him, dulling the pain of his injuries.
Bob smashes the serpent with his hammer hard enough that the beast is dazed; it's head hangs motionless.
Bob does not waste the opportunity; he severs the beast's head with his axe.
Having vanquished his foe, Bob hoots with laughter and leaps through the flames. He hooks his hammer on his belt, crashes through the spears at the bottom of the pit, leaps as high as he can, buries his axe in the wall of the pit, and begins to climb out of it. While on fire, laughing.
Pyrus burns a Trog who he had burnt before, one who had thrown many javelins at him. It begins to run even before the others, who throw one last volley of javelins before running from the burning barbarian climbing out of the pit.
Sesto summons a spirit mace and climbs to a point where he can see to have it attack. He has much difficulty climbing with his shield strapped on, and is stuck at some point part-way up. A javelin is thrown at him, impossible to dodge or block.
Devan strikes his foe down with a swift blow, and Lathander's light washes over him, dulling the pain of his injuries.
Bob smashes the serpent with his hammer hard enough that the beast is dazed; it's head hangs motionless.
Bob does not waste the opportunity; he severs the beast's head with his axe.
Having vanquished his foe, Bob hoots with laughter and leaps through the flames. He hooks his hammer on his belt, crashes through the spears at the bottom of the pit, leaps as high as he can, buries his axe in the wall of the pit, and begins to climb out of it. While on fire, laughing.
Pyrus burns a Trog who he had burnt before, one who had thrown many javelins at him. It begins to run even before the others, who throw one last volley of javelins before running from the burning barbarian climbing out of the pit.
Sesto summons a spirit mace and climbs to a point where he can see to have it attack. He has much difficulty climbing with his shield strapped on, and is stuck at some point part-way up. A javelin is thrown at him, impossible to dodge or block.
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gargoyleking
Adventurer
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Slowly the dirty, soot blackened form of Bob rises from the pit. The fire plays across his skin, barely affecting it. As he looks for an adversary and he roars out a challenge to any who would take him up. Spotting the fleeing backs of the lizardmen, he laughs again, unhooking his hammer as he wades forth through the flames and flying cinder in the direction of the creatures.
Squirrels are evil!
Prickly Pear
Adventurer
Sesto struggles to get out of the pit and winces when a javelin hits him hard in the back. The chainmail seems to do a good job of protecting him but Sesto can still feel the pain. "Ouch. I think I must have broken a rib or two", Sesto thinks but manages to hold on and not fall back in again.
One last scramble gets him up over the edge and Sesto can see all stinking troglodytes running away, followed by a flaming Bob. Sesto moves his Spiritual mace to the closest troglodyte and takes a swing and immediately sends down another of Lathander's sacred flames on the same troglodyte.
Sesto Looks around at his battered and bruised companions. "Shall we pursue them? They might call for help."
One last scramble gets him up over the edge and Sesto can see all stinking troglodytes running away, followed by a flaming Bob. Sesto moves his Spiritual mace to the closest troglodyte and takes a swing and immediately sends down another of Lathander's sacred flames on the same troglodyte.
Sesto Looks around at his battered and bruised companions. "Shall we pursue them? They might call for help."
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