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NOW LIVE! Into the Woods--new character species, eerie monsters, and haunting villains to populate the woodlands of your D&D games.
D&D 5E 5e Halcyon Academy
- Thread starter tglassy
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Zivar crit failed. His blindness causes him to trip and fall prone.
We are at the to of the round. However, the creature is looking very bad. It's bleeding from numerous cuts, and it is slowing down. The gibbering has become even more incoherent, and sounds more like cries of pain than anything.
We are at the to of the round. However, the creature is looking very bad. It's bleeding from numerous cuts, and it is slowing down. The gibbering has become even more incoherent, and sounds more like cries of pain than anything.
Azurewraith
Explorer
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In the flash of light Zivar stumbles to get away but trips on one of the roots to the tree he was hidding behind. He yells as he falls, landing on the ground with a mouth full of grass and dirt.
He spits and sputters trying to get the taste out of his mouth not quite sure what it was, unable to see.
He spits and sputters trying to get the taste out of his mouth not quite sure what it was, unable to see.
jonathonhawke
Explorer
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jonathonhawke
Explorer
As Jordy's vision clears, he prepares to throw another rock at Bertha.
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KahlessNestor
Adventurer
The Academy/Woods
Late Fall/Night
Round 3
“That’s Bertha!” Asherah exclaimed to Lyla. “What is it? It’s a monster!” She wished she could ring the little pixie’s neck, but she couldn’t see the creature.
Asherah let Jorrick take charge of Quentin and continued to stumble away from the abomination, tucking Medrash’s flail into her pack.
[sblock=Actions]
Action:
Free object interaction:
Move:
Concentration:
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[sblock=Ministats]
HP: 6/6
AC: 12
Unarmed: +1 1 B
Claws: +1 1d4 S
Flametongue Spear: +1 1d6/d8+1/P+1d6 fire 20/60
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Late Fall/Night
Round 3
“That’s Bertha!” Asherah exclaimed to Lyla. “What is it? It’s a monster!” She wished she could ring the little pixie’s neck, but she couldn’t see the creature.
Asherah let Jorrick take charge of Quentin and continued to stumble away from the abomination, tucking Medrash’s flail into her pack.
[sblock=Actions]
Action:
Free object interaction:
Move:
Concentration:
[/sblock]
[sblock=Ministats]
HP: 6/6
AC: 12
Unarmed: +1 1 B
Claws: +1 1d4 S
Flametongue Spear: +1 1d6/d8+1/P+1d6 fire 20/60
[/sblock]
gargoyleking
Adventurer
Grody startles awake. He'd been having a nightmare. The mass of eyes and teeth was after him again. It was swallowing up his friends and then screaming at him in their voices. Now, his eyes wide open he looks around in a panic. It was still out here, somewhere. And it was hungry. He could hear it. Best to go the other way, but there was something else. People trying to fight.
Climbing to his feet the little Kobold first double checked his armful of possessions. It was all there, so he packed it anywhere it belongs.
The sounds weren't far away, it seemed they were trying to escape, but not all of them. The screams and sounds were familiar. But Grody was used to being terrified. He pulled out the sling and dug around in his lone pouch for one of the few precious bullets.
He didn't expect it to do much, but maybe he could help. Not like last time. He couldn't help last time, he ran away screaming for all his little lungs could manage. And for that he was the lucky one...
Determined not to make a fatal error Grody began to skull towards the sound. It was just over that hill.
Initiative: _: 1D20+2 = [18]+2 = 20
Stealth: _: 1D20+3 = [10]+3 = 13
Wis save: _: 1D20 = [10] = 10
Squirrels are evil!
Climbing to his feet the little Kobold first double checked his armful of possessions. It was all there, so he packed it anywhere it belongs.
The sounds weren't far away, it seemed they were trying to escape, but not all of them. The screams and sounds were familiar. But Grody was used to being terrified. He pulled out the sling and dug around in his lone pouch for one of the few precious bullets.
He didn't expect it to do much, but maybe he could help. Not like last time. He couldn't help last time, he ran away screaming for all his little lungs could manage. And for that he was the lucky one...
Determined not to make a fatal error Grody began to skull towards the sound. It was just over that hill.
Initiative: _: 1D20+2 = [18]+2 = 20
Stealth: _: 1D20+3 = [10]+3 = 13
Wis save: _: 1D20 = [10] = 10
Squirrels are evil!
Zivar picks himself up off the ground in a panic, placing his back against a tree and rubbing his eyes trying to get them to work again.
"I, I can't see!"
Everything is blurry, spots everywhere, he looks around the tree seeing forms, his heart thumping in his chest. He reaches down for another rock and throws it at the sound of the voices.
"I, I can't see!"
Everything is blurry, spots everywhere, he looks around the tree seeing forms, his heart thumping in his chest. He reaches down for another rock and throws it at the sound of the voices.
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As Zivar's rock zings past Bertha, it is obviously barely able to function through its wounds, but it manages to go after Raven once more, slamming in to her to take a bite.
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