FitzTheRuke
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D&D 5E (IC) Rise of the Dracolich
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Ancalagon
Dusty Dragon
fear spell vs ice dragon: 1D20+2 = [20]+2 = 22
Kalorn felt the dragon's fear blast and snarled. His anger was stronger than the drake's dread.
OOC: I think the position on the map is correct (what is written is last round's position?) If Kalorn takes a single move towards the action, can he see anything?
Kalorn felt the dragon's fear blast and snarled. His anger was stronger than the drake's dread.
OOC: I think the position on the map is correct (what is written is last round's position?) If Kalorn takes a single move towards the action, can he see anything?
Kalorn of Mulmaster, the cursed sell-sword (Fighter(eldrich knight) 3/Warlock(hexblade) 5; alt-human, soldier)
HP: 63/63, Hit dice: 3/3 fighter, 4/5 warlock
Temp HP: 15/15 (ARMOR OF AGATHY
AC: 16 Temp AC:
Passive Perception 15
Saves: Str: +5, Dex: -1, Con: +5,2Int: +0 , Wis: +2, Cha: +3
Warlock slots remaining = 1/2. EK slots remaining = 2/2
Action surge = 1/1. Second wind = 1/1, hexblade curse = 1/1
Potions of healing remaining: 6
HP: 63/63, Hit dice: 3/3 fighter, 4/5 warlock
Temp HP: 15/15 (ARMOR OF AGATHY
AC: 16 Temp AC:
Passive Perception 15
Saves: Str: +5, Dex: -1, Con: +5,2Int: +0 , Wis: +2, Cha: +3
Warlock slots remaining = 1/2. EK slots remaining = 2/2
Action surge = 1/1. Second wind = 1/1, hexblade curse = 1/1
Potions of healing remaining: 6
FitzTheRuke
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FitzTheRuke
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gargoyleking
Adventurer
The battle was on now, and the trolls were likely to be caught up attacking their own brethren, possibly for quite some time. They really disn't have time for this and Mord needed to get into the real fight if they were to have a real hope of achueving their goal. He found a thick lump in the ice near his feet and pushed off from it, sending himself into a strange running slide which ended in a smooth skid much closer his nearest skeleton. Then, he instructed the creature to come back and pick him up. He didn't trust his luck to propel him quickly into the real battle. But perhaps his minions clawed feet would do.
Once safely settled astride the skeletal neck, he ordered the creature towards the sound of the dragon's roar.
Once safely settled astride the skeletal neck, he ordered the creature towards the sound of the dragon's roar.
Double move towards the smelly and calling it to grab him and move towards the dragon. I'll assume it spends an action just to settle him into a 'riding' position. Doubt he can give the other one separate orders at the same time, so it'll just help if it can get into range to do so, or get fouled up trying. He'll change it's orders when he can.
Dex Check: 1d20+2 22
Dex Check: 1d20+2 22
FitzTheRuke
Legend
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Ancalagon
Dusty Dragon
Kalorn continued carefully forward, blasting towards the dragon commotion, his face bitter. Why hadn't anyone stuck a light on the thing?!? He realized he had relied too much on Echo to see in the dark.
2 eldritch blast with disadvantage, roll 1 2 is first attack, roll 3 4 is second attack: 1D20+7 = [6]+7 = 13
1D20+7 = [12]+7 = 19
1D20+7 = [7]+7 = 14
1D20+7 = [14]+7 = 21
OOC: so 13 and 14... I don't think I need to roll damage on that.
2 eldritch blast with disadvantage, roll 1 2 is first attack, roll 3 4 is second attack: 1D20+7 = [6]+7 = 13
1D20+7 = [12]+7 = 19
1D20+7 = [7]+7 = 14
1D20+7 = [14]+7 = 21
OOC: so 13 and 14... I don't think I need to roll damage on that.
Kalorn of Mulmaster, the cursed sell-sword (Fighter(eldrich knight) 3/Warlock(hexblade) 5; alt-human, soldier)
HP: 63/63, Hit dice: 3/3 fighter, 4/5 warlock
Temp HP: 15/15 (ARMOR OF AGATHY
AC: 16 Temp AC:
Passive Perception 15
Saves: Str: +5, Dex: -1, Con: +5,2Int: +0 , Wis: +2, Cha: +3
Warlock slots remaining = 1/2. EK slots remaining = 2/2
Action surge = 1/1. Second wind = 1/1, hexblade curse = 1/1
Potions of healing remaining: 6
HP: 63/63, Hit dice: 3/3 fighter, 4/5 warlock
Temp HP: 15/15 (ARMOR OF AGATHY
AC: 16 Temp AC:
Passive Perception 15
Saves: Str: +5, Dex: -1, Con: +5,2Int: +0 , Wis: +2, Cha: +3
Warlock slots remaining = 1/2. EK slots remaining = 2/2
Action surge = 1/1. Second wind = 1/1, hexblade curse = 1/1
Potions of healing remaining: 6
Ancalagon
Dusty Dragon
Blurcho bit his lip again, drawing blood. The necromuched ones were running way, but his guts were still watery. This made no sense. It made him angry.
His nostrils twtiched... he smelled something. Then he heard it too. Maybe there were other people north, people he could fight?
perception check for blurtcho with advantage: 1D20+2 = [16]+2 = 18
1D20+2 = [2]+2 = 4
OOC: Blurcho will move (single move) diagonally north and west to investigate those voices. What does he see?
His nostrils twtiched... he smelled something. Then he heard it too. Maybe there were other people north, people he could fight?
perception check for blurtcho with advantage: 1D20+2 = [16]+2 = 18
1D20+2 = [2]+2 = 4
OOC: Blurcho will move (single move) diagonally north and west to investigate those voices. What does he see?
FitzTheRuke
Legend
Eastern Lair
Mord ran and slid into one of his troll skeletons, who picked him up and lumbered after the drowned trolls, who continued to ignore the lumps they were taking as they went west, presumably to protect their master. Mord's other skeleton followed as well.
Ahead of them, Lorenn's familiar Eko, disappeared into the swirling mists as he went to report his findings.
Now that the drowned trolls were out of sight, Blurcho felt the funny feeling inside subside enough that he ventured to climb up on one of the ice-shelves and peered over it into the fog. His troll eyes were keen enough in the dark for him to spot a troll-sized creature, covered in white fur, with strange horns on its head. It was moving between the ice-shelves and heading for the noises in the western lair. Blurcho had never seen anything like it. Soon it would be where others could see it, thought Blurcho. He was pretty sure that there were other, human-sized creatures behind that one, following it. Dirty nekkermunchers.
Mord ran and slid into one of his troll skeletons, who picked him up and lumbered after the drowned trolls, who continued to ignore the lumps they were taking as they went west, presumably to protect their master. Mord's other skeleton followed as well.
Ahead of them, Lorenn's familiar Eko, disappeared into the swirling mists as he went to report his findings.
Now that the drowned trolls were out of sight, Blurcho felt the funny feeling inside subside enough that he ventured to climb up on one of the ice-shelves and peered over it into the fog. His troll eyes were keen enough in the dark for him to spot a troll-sized creature, covered in white fur, with strange horns on its head. It was moving between the ice-shelves and heading for the noises in the western lair. Blurcho had never seen anything like it. Soon it would be where others could see it, thought Blurcho. He was pretty sure that there were other, human-sized creatures behind that one, following it. Dirty nekkermunchers.
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Fradak
Explorer
Lorenn flies toward the Dracolich and casts a Flaming sphere on it.
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Ancalagon
Dusty Dragon
Blurcho squinted. Think troll, think! He could charge in sure, but there were a lot of them, and maybe they had fire. He could shout to his clan-mate and let them know about these guys, but that would give his position away...
Or he could clobber them at a distance and let their screams of pain alert his clan! Yes, That would be what he did. They would never see it coming! He aimed it at a smaller form, clipping it on the back of the head
blurcho thrown ice boulder with advantage: 1D20+7 = [3]+7 = 10
1D20+7 = [13]+7 = 20
boulder attack on cultist: 2D8+4 = [5, 6]+4 = 15
Necromunch this! he thought. Oh that was so good. He was so looking forward to tell his clan!
Or he could clobber them at a distance and let their screams of pain alert his clan! Yes, That would be what he did. They would never see it coming! He aimed it at a smaller form, clipping it on the back of the head
blurcho thrown ice boulder with advantage: 1D20+7 = [3]+7 = 10
1D20+7 = [13]+7 = 20
boulder attack on cultist: 2D8+4 = [5, 6]+4 = 15
Necromunch this! he thought. Oh that was so good. He was so looking forward to tell his clan!
Prickly Pear
Adventurer
Oodnadatta did not notice anything untoward as he charged after the drowned troll, formally known as Uncle Boogey. He had the opportunity to swipe once at Uncle Boogey in the hopes that it would slow him down. Alas, it didn't. He swiped wide, lost balance and almost toppled over but he managed to stay on his feet, continuing the pursuit.
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Prickly Pear
Adventurer
Sesto moved closer to sound of combat. There was suddenly a lot of yelling and screaming and Sesto wondered where all these people had come from. Have the Ice Hunters joined the fight? It certainly sounded as if they all fought the dragon. Little did he know that this was the effect of the Horn of Valhalla.
Sesto continued and at the ledge he scrambled down carefully and advanced until he could see the dragon hovering in the air not far away. He moved his spectral mace closer and took a swipe a the dragon. Sesto saw that the mace connected well but did not affect the dragon terrible much. But now I have eyes on you, he thought.
Sesto continued and at the ledge he scrambled down carefully and advanced until he could see the dragon hovering in the air not far away. He moved his spectral mace closer and took a swipe a the dragon. Sesto saw that the mace connected well but did not affect the dragon terrible much. But now I have eyes on you, he thought.
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Primus was too far away to do too much to the dragon, so he opted to send it a headache instead.
Primus Mind Thrust Damage (DC 16 Int Save): 2D10+5 = [6, 5]+5 = 16
(Actually, that's with a +2 to damage from my psionic focus, so total 18 damage. But I no longer have Darkvision, except through the hovering eye.)
Primus Mind Thrust Damage (DC 16 Int Save): 2D10+5 = [6, 5]+5 = 16
(Actually, that's with a +2 to damage from my psionic focus, so total 18 damage. But I no longer have Darkvision, except through the hovering eye.)
FitzTheRuke
Legend
Western Lair
The summoned Reghedmen had been very excited by the idea of leaving their celestial resting place and joining a fight against a Dracolich; it had seemed like such a thrill. But as the portal to the torchlit halls closed behind them, they were plunged into darkness. Many of them were plunged into ice-cold sea water, as well, and the terror of dragonfear gripped them as they bumped into each other in the icy water, struggling to reach an edge in the dark.
A flash of light and the sound of battle gave Kalorn his target, and he stumped forward on his bad leg, firing eldritch energy toward the sound of the dragon's swooping wings. The blasts went off into the swirling mists and the darkness beyond Sesto's light, and Kalorn cursed that he had no idea if he'd been successful or not.
Primus tried to force his way into the dragon's mind, but as dim-witted as it was, it resisted him.
Awash with Lathander's light, Loklafd awoke to terrible gut-wrenching dragonfear. He pried his brace of javelins out of the ice, and ran for cover behind the nearest ice-shelf. Alhana, too was recovering thanks to Lathander, and she stood, firing two arrows at the Dracolich as Sesto slid off the ledge and brought his shield's light to the scene. One arrow struck the dragon, and it reared up, flapping its wings and sucking in the misty air around it. It appeared to be about to breathe again, so Alhana jumped down behind the shelf she had been standing on, taking cover.
Sesto moved toward the Reghedmen who were mostly flailing in the water. At least, he thought, they had Lathander's light to see by. The dragon's powerful wing-beats were making it difficult for them to stand, and Sesto watched as Oggsbruff began to stand, only to have the dragon beat him down again with a blow of its tail. The big troll's armored body slid into the icy water of the pool that was below the dragon. Sesto directed his spirit-mace to strike at the dragon, and it made a solid thumping-noise.
Lorenn tried to fly forward to help, but he found that the fear that gripped him kept him locked to his spot near the ceiling. Still, he caused a ball of flame to appear, which dropped on the dragon from above, bouncing off in a shower of sparks, and it landed on the ice below, rolling away.
One of the berserkers, who had been clinging to the dragon's neck, tried to kick at it's wing again, but the dracolich tore her free and she fell to the ice below. Then it back-beat its wings and took some distance. For a moment, Sesto thought it would flee - then it turned, lowered its head, and breathed another roiling wall of mist, ice-shards, and death, which washed over the struggling berserkers, and Sesto himself.
As the ice-breath cleared, Primus could see through his psychic eye, that only a small handful of berserkers had survived. One climbed out of the water and dragged himself over to Sesto, while another was stuck under a lair of ice that had formed over the surface, struggling to free himself in a panic. One more, that had not fallen into the water, had survived by sheer luck, and that Raghedman threw a hand-axe at the dragon and ran for cover.
Primus was watching this unfold as he was suddenly struck from behind. He was blind to his immediate surrounding, but he could tell by the smell that it was one of those drowned trolls.
The drowned troll that had been fighting Oggsbruff got to its feet and began to move back toward the rest of Imani's Agents - it began to climb up onto the treasure-shelf. Another drowned troll crossed the lair and began to climb after Lorenn. Things were looking dire.
The summoned Reghedmen had been very excited by the idea of leaving their celestial resting place and joining a fight against a Dracolich; it had seemed like such a thrill. But as the portal to the torchlit halls closed behind them, they were plunged into darkness. Many of them were plunged into ice-cold sea water, as well, and the terror of dragonfear gripped them as they bumped into each other in the icy water, struggling to reach an edge in the dark.
A flash of light and the sound of battle gave Kalorn his target, and he stumped forward on his bad leg, firing eldritch energy toward the sound of the dragon's swooping wings. The blasts went off into the swirling mists and the darkness beyond Sesto's light, and Kalorn cursed that he had no idea if he'd been successful or not.
Primus tried to force his way into the dragon's mind, but as dim-witted as it was, it resisted him.
Awash with Lathander's light, Loklafd awoke to terrible gut-wrenching dragonfear. He pried his brace of javelins out of the ice, and ran for cover behind the nearest ice-shelf. Alhana, too was recovering thanks to Lathander, and she stood, firing two arrows at the Dracolich as Sesto slid off the ledge and brought his shield's light to the scene. One arrow struck the dragon, and it reared up, flapping its wings and sucking in the misty air around it. It appeared to be about to breathe again, so Alhana jumped down behind the shelf she had been standing on, taking cover.
Sesto moved toward the Reghedmen who were mostly flailing in the water. At least, he thought, they had Lathander's light to see by. The dragon's powerful wing-beats were making it difficult for them to stand, and Sesto watched as Oggsbruff began to stand, only to have the dragon beat him down again with a blow of its tail. The big troll's armored body slid into the icy water of the pool that was below the dragon. Sesto directed his spirit-mace to strike at the dragon, and it made a solid thumping-noise.
Lorenn tried to fly forward to help, but he found that the fear that gripped him kept him locked to his spot near the ceiling. Still, he caused a ball of flame to appear, which dropped on the dragon from above, bouncing off in a shower of sparks, and it landed on the ice below, rolling away.
One of the berserkers, who had been clinging to the dragon's neck, tried to kick at it's wing again, but the dracolich tore her free and she fell to the ice below. Then it back-beat its wings and took some distance. For a moment, Sesto thought it would flee - then it turned, lowered its head, and breathed another roiling wall of mist, ice-shards, and death, which washed over the struggling berserkers, and Sesto himself.
As the ice-breath cleared, Primus could see through his psychic eye, that only a small handful of berserkers had survived. One climbed out of the water and dragged himself over to Sesto, while another was stuck under a lair of ice that had formed over the surface, struggling to free himself in a panic. One more, that had not fallen into the water, had survived by sheer luck, and that Raghedman threw a hand-axe at the dragon and ran for cover.
Primus was watching this unfold as he was suddenly struck from behind. He was blind to his immediate surrounding, but he could tell by the smell that it was one of those drowned trolls.
The drowned troll that had been fighting Oggsbruff got to its feet and began to move back toward the rest of Imani's Agents - it began to climb up onto the treasure-shelf. Another drowned troll crossed the lair and began to climb after Lorenn. Things were looking dire.
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FitzTheRuke
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Prickly Pear
Adventurer
Sesto had a bad day and it was getting worse.
The dragon rose and reared his head. It was going to spray him with an icy breath again, Sesto realised far too late. As the icy cold spray washed over him, Sesto's last thought was:
Oh Crap!!!
The dragon rose and reared his head. It was going to spray him with an icy breath again, Sesto realised far too late. As the icy cold spray washed over him, Sesto's last thought was:
Oh Crap!!!
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