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

[Ancalagon]

Rodrigo's jaw dropped open as he saw Miss Imogen's desperate jump. She was going to make it! He scrambled for his crossbow to provide covering fire

OOC: If any petrafolk double back, or the one Miss Imogen jumped fight back, Rodrigo will open fire.

[sblock=minisheet]Rodrigo Di Castalone, Human Fighter (battlemaster, criminal(spy)), level 4
HP: 29/36, Hit dice: 4/4
AC: 18
Passive Perception 14
Rapier: +6 to hit, 1d8+6 dmg
Main Gauche (if used main-handed and not to parry) +6 to hit, 1d4+4 or +6 dmg
Crossbow: +6 to hit, 1d8+4 dmg, range 80/320
Darts: +6 to hit, 1d4+4 dmg, range 20/60
Saves: Str: +3, Dex: +4, Con: +4, Int: +1, Wis: +2, Cha: 0
Superiority dice: 2/4, Action surge: used, Second wind: Used
Maneuvres: Riposte, Parry, Trip (DC 14)
Potions of healing remaining: 1[/sblock]

OOC 2: note the change in HP due to second wind used last round

 

[FitzTheRuke]

Miss Imogen leapt from her perch on the cliffside and grabbed Tarri's legs after breaking part of her fall by travelling through one of the pterafolk's outstretched wings. The surprised creature twisted in the air and let go of the unconscious cartographer. Miss Imogen hugged her tight and rolled over in the air, landing on her back on the trail below. She and Tarri rolled over roughly a few times, but she managed to stop them both just scant inches from plummeting off the next ledge.

The pterafolk was able to control its own fall and it caught the air before it struck any rocks, but it was far enough ahead by that point that it would have had to circle back to go after them again. Apparently it decided better of it, and rather than risk taking arrows fired from above, it dove out of sight and was gone.

By this time, Qawasha's captor had also disappeared from sight, flying low around the cliff and heading south-west. Harb, Chrysagon, and Weed began to pursue, but quickly discovered that they would need to pass through the ruins of the old city of Mbala to travel across the plateau in that direction.

OOC: Or in other words, more adventure first. Miss Imogen takes half damage from a fall of 50'. [roll0] (halved). Tarri is roughed up by the fall, but already unconscious (at zero hp). Technically, I believe, taking damage while unconscious would make her dying, but I'll say that she is able to be saved. Miss Imogen protected her enough from the worst of the fall to keep her alive. (Floppy unconscious people can often take a fall like a champ if they are not unlucky and bash their heads).

Combat Over (In case it was still unclear).

 

[FitzTheRuke]

OOC: So Miss Imogen is at 7/32 HP if my notes are correct. (Having taken 9 in the fall). Tarri is at 0/11 and was Exhausted 1. I'm going to add a level of Exhaustion to her for her ordeal. So Exh2 for Tarri. I think everyone else is okay. Other than poor Qawasha, of course.

 

[gargoyleking]

Harb, realizing the danger returned to the others. He was no fool to run off alone into a dangerous and unexplored place. Taking up his staff, he went to see if he could assist Miss Imogen and Tarri.

 

[Kobold Stew]

Her head smacked against a stone as she landed, and there was a root in her back - no, not a root, her bow.. But she could feel the root, and the moisture at her head, which meant she was still alive. Her lungs strained to pull air into them, and when she did she opened her eyes, wide enough to see Tarri's leg, to which the rest of Tarri was presumably still attached.

Huh, she thought. That was lucky.

Miss Imogen rolled the cartographer off of her and instantly reached for the healing potions. She cracked the vial and let the honey-thick red liquid pour its way down the unconscious woman's throat.

That done, she turned her eyes to the skies ready to face the pterafolk if it should return. When she saw Harb's face, she sensed she was safe and looked back to the woman on the ground.

 

[FitzTheRuke]

Tarri's eyes fluttered open and she coughed. Her husband Kasqa ran to her side and helped her to sit, touching his forehead to hers. He spoke soothing words to her in his native dialect, and when she was ready, helped her to her feet.

The view from the top of the cliff was spectacular, and one could see more than a hundred miles over the Chultan jungle to the south and east. This included all of the Aldani Basin swamp, the source of many rivers (including the Soshenstar - the river that they had spent many days paddling). The basin was, at this moment, shrouded in a thick mist of evaporation in the heat.

Still, the cartographer's job of drawing many maps could be completed from here at the gates of the old city. Within the crumbling walls were many wooden huts, far beyond any repair as they rotted in the damp heat.

To follow the escaping Pterafolk to the west, they would need to pass through the ruined city, cross the plateau, and search the south-western cliffs for some sort of nest, perhaps.

"Tarri needs rest, and time to complete her task but yet we cannot abandon Qawasha to a his fate." declared Wulf Rygor when the group was all together at the ruined gatehouse. "I propose that Kasqa and I watch over her here under the shelter of this stone archway, while you rescue our man. We will not be far if you find trouble in the ruins, and you will have no difficulty finding us when you return. What say you?"

 

[KahlessNestor]

Chult
Afternoon
Round 0

“Damn, woman,” Dellrak muttered as he scrambled down the switchbacks to Miss Imogen. “Ye gaein’ t’ be okay, mate?” he asked. He didn’t have any healing spells or potions to give her other than goodberries, unfortunately.

The dwarf looked over to Wulf at his suggestion. “Aye. Ye get yer maps done ‘ere an’ we’ll be after Qawasha.” He peered across the plateau. “An’ jus’ wot dangers d’ye expect us t’ be findin’ in tha’ ruined city?”

[sblock=Dellrak Actions]
Save:
Move:
Free Object Interaction:
Action:
Bonus Action: Planar Warrior
Reaction: Opportunity Attack
Conditions:
Concentration:
Inspiration:
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[sblock=Mini Stats]
Dellrak Character Sheet
Initiative: +1
Perception: +4
Speed: 25
AC: 15
HP: 40/40 HD: 4/4d10+2

Bolts: 18
Bolts used: 2
Arrows: 19
Arrows used:

Detect Portal (1/R): Within 1 mile
Planar Warrior: As a bonus action, choose one creature you can see within 30 feet of you. The next time you hit that creature on this turn with a weapon attack, all damage dealt by the attack becomes force damage, and the creature takes an extra 1d8 force damage from the attack. When you reach 11th level in this class, the extra damage increases to 2d8.
Primeval Awareness (action and spell slot): For one minute per level of spell slot, detect within 1 mile (6 in favored terrain) aberrations, celestials, dragons, elementals, fey, fiends, and undead. This feature doesn’t reveal the creatures’ location or number.

Spells
1) 3/3 Protection from Evil/Good (Horizon Walker), Jump, Goodberry, Longstrider
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[sblock=Goals]
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[sblock=Party]
Rodrigo Di Castalone - male human fighter
Miss Imogen - female samurai, party member, Zhentarim
Chrysagon - male aasimar paladin, Order of the Gauntlet, Kelemvor
Harb - male human monk
Qawasha (NPC) - Chultan druid
Kupalue (Weed, NPC) - vegepygmy
Wulf Rygor (NPC) - Half-elf scoutmaster, Camp Vengeance
Tarri (NPC) - cartographer, Camp Vengeance
Kasqa (NPC) - Chultan warrior, Camp Vengeance
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[Fradak]

While taking care of the wounded, Chrysagon asked "What do you know about those ruins?"

OOC: Medicine: [roll0] Lay on hands : 10hp on Miss Imogen

 

[FitzTheRuke]

Kasqa spoke of Mbala "There was a grand city here. The king was said to rule over all he could see. From up here, he could see much. I don't know when people stopped living here, but they days of the high king were long ago. I would expect there to still be a village, but it does not look like it."

He eyed the large piles of skulls with some pensive curiosity.

 

[Kobold Stew]

Chrysagon's healing removed the headache Miss Imogen was feeling, and she was relieved that the cartographer was alright. Well, as alright as might be expected. "Thank you," she says simply.

The wound on her head had closed itself, but there was still blood caked in her hair, and she didn't want to waste the precious water in order to clean the injury. A thought occurred to her, and with though she was able to pull some moisture from the air, and summon a stiff cool breeze. In what seemed an instant, her hair felt clean again. She replicated this on her dress, which was soiled with mud, and she replaced her bowstring, which had snapped as she fell. She did this quickly,and within a minute or two she was standing and looking as if she was just starting her morning, with none of the signs of the cliff they had climbed and the battle they had fought.

Beneath, of course, she was still bruised and her shoulder still stiff. "Should we wait for an hour or so to ensure there are no immediate dangers to our cartographer?" she asked. "If not, I am prepared to go."

OOC: Prestidigitation to clean herself up, and then either a short rest, or (if not) she will drink a healing potion herself. Currently 17/32 hp.