D&D 5E Dwimmermount [IC]

Magen Brigward, Fighter 3

Magen was glad to be back in camp, when Edgar reported something large in the forest. "Hmmm, I wonder if that is Hook Beak? Magen said, thinking of the owlbear the half orc Thomas had warned them about. "Either way, we can only hope it doesn't bother us tonight, not many of us are in a fit fighting state."

[SBLOCK=Mini Stats]
Magen Brigward
Passive Perception: 11
AC: 17 (19 with shield)
Initiative: +0
HP: 36/36 (HD: 3/3d10)

Offense:
Longsword: +5 5ft 1d8+3S
Longsword (2hnd): +5 5ft 1d10+3
H. Crossbow: +2 150/600 1d10P Heavy, Two handed, Loading
Shield Bash: Bonus action +5 contested roll vs athletic or acrobatics
Manoeuvre Save DC: 13

Second Wind: 1/1
Action Surge: 0/1
Superiority Dice(d8): 3/4
Inspiration: 2
Healing Potion: 1
Bolts: 36[/SBLOCK]
 

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Lucious waves a hand at Magen's declaration of being unfit to fight. "I can fight... in the morning. Now, I am tired. Tell big beak to come back later."
 

Shara chuckles a little at the warlock's bravado. "Sleep well, Lucious."

She carries the halfling boy to the cabin where she'd left her bedroll and tucks him into it, then unfurls her extra blanket in an empty section of the floor for her own bedding. She looks at it for a moment, but decides she's feeling more ill than sleepy.

She heads back outside and offers to take first watch.
 

Hunter nods at Shara and starts to look for a place to sleep, “I’ll take second watch, I just need a few minutes sleep to clear my head.”

Hunter smiled, “Usually I at least get to have a fun night before I feel this bad.”
 


The heroes settle in for the night, the watches again set. Darkness falls quickly in the forest and soon it is near pitch black outside as heavy clouds even hide the moon from casting its dim light upon the land. Around midnight everyone is awoken by a loud screeching roar. It came from some miles away but whatever caused it has powerful lungs. No other such howls where repeated and eventually all settled back to sleep. The morning sun burning away many of the night's clouds but the ground was still wet from a light rain...

GM: So those that need to must make Con saves. Shara can grant her bonus. You are not at a Disadvantage to making this save
 

Shara awakens at her customary pre-dawn hour. She puts a hand to her forehead as she sits up, surprised to still be feeling unwell.

She checks on the little halfling, then heads outside to pray with the sunrise.

OOC: +1d4 to your con saves from Bless.

Shara fails hers: DC 15 con save: 1D20+3 = [9]+3 = 12

[sblock=Mini stats]HP: 33/33
AC: 17

Spell slots: 1st: 3/4, 2nd: 2/2

Spells prepared: Burning Hands, Faerie Fire, Flaming Sphere, Scorching Ray, Bless, Cure Wounds, Healing Word, Inflict Wounds, Lesser Restoration, Warding Bond

Channel Divinity: 1/1
Warding Flare: 3/3

Inspiration: 3

HD: 3/3 (d8)[/sblock]
 


The Halfling wakes too the smells of the morning cooking. Sitting up with a great cry of fear, he is calmed by the sight of Shara. With a smile he say, still in a shaky voice, "wa...water?" After drinking more he seems better.

Still speaking in a low cracking voice he says "I thank they my lady. Ye done saved this poor soul from the hag's cooking pot. I did think I was a goner fer sure, I say to they truly."
 

"Of course, little one," Shara says as she hands the boy a plate of breakfast. "What's your name? And where are you from? We'll get you home, wherever it is."
 

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