D&D 5E (IC) Fitz's Folly

[Prickly Pear]

Let's get out of here, Chrysagon called out. Keep going, I will cover you.
He swung the flail ineffectively as the tomb guardian thrashed around in the hot suit of armour. A second strike connected in the guardian's ribs.

Spoiler: Actions

Move: AS51
Action: Flail (Sacred Weapon) attack and damage: 1D20+10 = [2]+10 = 12
1D8+5 = [2]+5 = 7
1D20+10 = [14]+10 = 24
1D8+5 = [6]+5 = 11. One miss and one hit for 11 HP.

 

[Prickly Pear]

See if there's a way to block the door once we're all out. We don't want these guys chasing us!

 

[FitzTheRuke]

Qawasha chanted and the top of his gnarled staff burst into flame, he swung the staff and the flame flew off, hurtling over to the guardian on the staircase, stuck in Myrral's net. The flame missed, but it burst around the creature's feet, and it danced about, struggling to get the net off (to no avail) and very nearly falling down the stairs.

Chrysagon smacked the other guardian with his flail and suggested blocking the door once everyone was out. There seemed to be little way to achieve that goal: the secret door pushed easily outward (from the other side it would be pulled by the eye-holes of a carved skull). It had no latch or jamb.

It was dark around the grand staircase. The stairs were immediately on the left of the "secret" door, leading downward. The stairs upward were somewhere off in the dark, but they had been at the top of them before - they would be against the north side. From having done a cursory scout before, they knew that there would be at least three hallways on this level, were they to head eastward.

OOC: TG2 is stuck in Myrral's net and Myrral mocked it for 1 damage. Chrys did 11 to TG1.

Spoiler

TG2 vs Myrral
dc12 Str Check vs Myrral's Net: 1D20+4 = [6]+4 = 10
dc14 Wis Save vs Vicious Mockery: 1D20 = [10] = 10
Qawasha vs TG2
Produce Flame: 1D20+7 = [7]+7 = 14 miss

 

[MetaVoid]

OOC: @Neurotic, can I use the inspiration once I see the result or I have to announce it up front? 22 damage total - almost enough to drop it - one more pulse of heat metal should do it.

Ussal slithers after the thing, slamming his sparkling gauntlet into the armor. Painful cries don't touch him, his reptilian brain not really sensitive to pain of others. While he can appreciate and understand the thing is in pain and he doesn't enjoy it as some of his race...he doesn't feel empathy for it either.

Gauntled, enhanced with his magic, pulses in warning as the thing moves, its magical charge threatening the explode if things focus moves toward others.

Spoiler: Actions

Move: AQ50 so that he and Crysagon block it from moving and leave the passage behind us for others
Action: Gauntlet with fire vs TG1; force + fire damage; fire damage: 1D20+8 = [9]+8 = 17
1D8+5+1D8 = [1]+5+[4] = 10
2D8 = [8, 4] = 12
- it has disadvantage on attacks on everyone except Ussal

 

[Neurotic]

OOC: @MetaVoid The creature can wait until after it rolls the d20 before deciding to use the Bardic Inspiration die, but must decide before the DM says whether the roll succeeds or fails. Once the Bardic Inspiration die is rolled, it is lost. A creature can have only one Bardic Inspiration die at a time.

 

[FitzTheRuke]

Ussal smashed the guardian with his guantleted fist, and it pulsed with energy and steamed with heat. Everyone was retreating for the grand staircase, and the thing stepped forward to chase them. Ussal's energy expanded and the loathsome creature burst apart - crashing chunks of hot metal into the font in a burst of steam and sloshing water.

OOC: Actually, that was enough to do it in, as @Prickly Pear pointed out above. I'd missed some damage.

 

[JustinCase]

The remaining broodguard looks back briefly at the defeated tomb guardians and the limp body of the other broodguard, not showing any emotions on his reptilian face because he simply feels nothing about it.

Wrok, he reminds himself of his name, although at the moment he doesn't know or care why it is so important. None call him by that name now, or any other name; the other castes of yuan ti never bother to call him anything but the general term 'histachii'.

Not dwelling on the matter, the scaly creature turns to the new room they have found themselves in, then looks at Ussal and Yassah as if waiting for their instructions.

OOC: Wrok is the broodguard's original human name, and he will not disclose it to the others yet. It helps clarify things, however. Also, thanks for having me play this NPC every now and then!

 

[Neurotic]

"Yo mama so fat she could make three tomb guardians by herself!"
Myrral insults the remaining tomb guardian for the last time before sprinting away.

As he goes past the melee "I knew you could do it, Ussal!" he yells in passing.
"Come on Qawasha, Weed, guard! Let the thing stay behind."

Spoiler: Actions

Action: vicious mockery
Move: tabaxi sprint (feline agility, double move) away using walls as needed to avoid obstacles

 

[FitzTheRuke]

The Sticks and their allies were able to get out of the hallway and the small room with the font, before the second tomb guardian was able to tear its way free of Myrral's net (confused as it was by the tabaxi's taunt). Ghorrak and Chrysagon shoved the "secret" door shut. From the side of the grand staircase, the door had a latch, hidden in the mouth of a carved skull.

From Imogen's experience on the other side, it seemed likely that the door would not hold the tomb guardian for long (all one had to do was to push from that side).

"Perhaps there is some way to jam it?" asked Qawasha, glad to have not had to stand toe-to-toe with the thing.

 

[Kobold Stew]

"Ussal has s hammer and pitons, I think," says Miss Imogen, for the moment regretting the meagre equipment she brought with her on this journey. She had been ill-equipped for the jungle, but underground is worse.