FitzTheRuke
Legend
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D&D 5E (IC) Rise of the Dracolich
Oogabooga munches down, but stops halfway through the bite cause his tooth hurts. So he keeps slashing.
Claw, Claw, Bite: 1D20+7 = [19]+7 = 26
1D20+7 = [15]+7 = 22
1D20+7 = [7]+7 = 14
Claws attack damage!: 2D6+4 = [1, 1]+4 = 6
2D6+4 = [2, 2]+4 = 8
Claw, Claw, Bite: 1D20+7 = [19]+7 = 26
1D20+7 = [15]+7 = 22
1D20+7 = [7]+7 = 14
Claws attack damage!: 2D6+4 = [1, 1]+4 = 6
2D6+4 = [2, 2]+4 = 8
gargoyleking
Adventurer
Mord smiled as he spotted the cultist and heard him trying to reason with the trolls. This wasn't unexpected and he stepped forward. Looking for all the world like Orcaheart and locked eyes across the battle with the cultist. A moment later, the struggling orcs obscured their view and he could be seen and heard issuing orders in their tribes language.
"Go! Slay the interlopers!
Answering tribal battlecries issued out from somewhere behind the ice pillar, seeming to move around as if attempting to get at the cultist while avoiding the struggling trolls.
"Go! Slay the interlopers!
Answering tribal battlecries issued out from somewhere behind the ice pillar, seeming to move around as if attempting to get at the cultist while avoiding the struggling trolls.
I took the assumption that Mord could and probably would have cast guidance again before the fight started. If it's not allowed, you can always ignore the roll.
Deception to fool the cultist and Minor Illusion for the ghost sounds application.
Deception: 1D20+1D4+7 = [6]+[4]+7 = 17
Deception to fool the cultist and Minor Illusion for the ghost sounds application.
Deception: 1D20+1D4+7 = [6]+[4]+7 = 17
gargoyleking
Adventurer
FitzTheRuke
Legend
Eastern Lair
While Oogabooga and the drowned troll continued to scratch at each other, Mord pretended to be the ice-hunter champion Orcaheart, and called out instructions in the ice-hunter's language. The trolls didn't speak it, and they didn't understand the ruse, but they were busy anyway. Mord didn't speak it himself; he'd practiced the phrases with Loklafd, and he hoped that he'd gotten the inflection correct. In the event, it didn't seem to matter - the cultist spotted him among the trolls and ran back the way he came. Mord could see that the cultist was wearing crampons similar to Sesto's, and as there was no light source, either the cultist was not human, or else the strange dragon-like mask that he wore granted darkvision.
As the cultist ran off, Mord saw Lorenn's familiar Eko fly by overhead. The owl circled above the trolls, and flew off toward the north-west. Mord turned his attention back to his skeletal minions. While he was still not particularly happy with their performance so far, he saw one get a solid rake in on the undead that was fighting the troll sergeant.
Behind him, the other trolls were ripping hunks of ice out of the walls and hurling them at the other undead. Sometimes the ice-hunks missed and slid across the lair's floor, and other times they burst on the body of the drowned troll, like a very heavy, very hard snowball.
While Oogabooga and the drowned troll continued to scratch at each other, Mord pretended to be the ice-hunter champion Orcaheart, and called out instructions in the ice-hunter's language. The trolls didn't speak it, and they didn't understand the ruse, but they were busy anyway. Mord didn't speak it himself; he'd practiced the phrases with Loklafd, and he hoped that he'd gotten the inflection correct. In the event, it didn't seem to matter - the cultist spotted him among the trolls and ran back the way he came. Mord could see that the cultist was wearing crampons similar to Sesto's, and as there was no light source, either the cultist was not human, or else the strange dragon-like mask that he wore granted darkvision.
As the cultist ran off, Mord saw Lorenn's familiar Eko fly by overhead. The owl circled above the trolls, and flew off toward the north-west. Mord turned his attention back to his skeletal minions. While he was still not particularly happy with their performance so far, he saw one get a solid rake in on the undead that was fighting the troll sergeant.
Behind him, the other trolls were ripping hunks of ice out of the walls and hurling them at the other undead. Sometimes the ice-hunks missed and slid across the lair's floor, and other times they burst on the body of the drowned troll, like a very heavy, very hard snowball.
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Ancalagon
Dusty Dragon
Blurcho frowned. More people. Ugh. Better hurry up and kill that thing quick! It game him the heebee-geebies...
He threw another chunk of ice and hit the thing, but he wasn't sure if he connected well enough to hurt it. He didn't like this at all!
roll with disadvantage to throw chunck of ice , take worse: 1D20+7 = [6]+7 = 13
1D20+7 = [8]+7 = 15
Maybe damage:
perhaps ice chunk damage: 2D8+4 = [8, 7]+4 = 19
OOC: Oh man I hope they have bad AC....
He threw another chunk of ice and hit the thing, but he wasn't sure if he connected well enough to hurt it. He didn't like this at all!
roll with disadvantage to throw chunck of ice , take worse: 1D20+7 = [6]+7 = 13
1D20+7 = [8]+7 = 15
Maybe damage:
perhaps ice chunk damage: 2D8+4 = [8, 7]+4 = 19
OOC: Oh man I hope they have bad AC....
Charwoman Gene
Adventurer
Sargloth continues smashing the skragg.
Charwoman Gene
Adventurer
Alhana moves to AT33 or so and tries to climb to higher ground.
gargoyleking
Adventurer
Loklafd moved up to the edge of the ridge. And held up the torch to shed a light on the situation.
He's not holding the torch towards the trolls at all, just straight up where it can illuminate as much as possible.
FitzTheRuke
Legend
Western Lair
Alhana began to run across the flat, slippery ice-shelf. Her natural elvish balance made it easy enough for her to stay up as she slid until she arrived at one of the higher platforms, where she climbed up to have a look around. She could see the two trolls fighting beneath her, and a ridge of ice loomed out of the fog to the south, but beyond that, all was dark, cold, and foreboding.
Oggsbruff and the drowned troll exchanged mighty blows for bites and scratches.
Loklafd came to the edge of the ice-shelf below her, and he held his torch up to try to see above the fog. At first he could just make out the ceiling, but then the fog began to thicken and the temperature around him dropped. It was already extremely cold, but this was unbearable. His torch flickered, and went out as ice formed where fire had been. Loklafd had trouble breathing as the misty air froze the water in his mouth and lungs. He gasped as his body began to ache, and he found that he could no longer see - it was not the darkness from his torch going out - he couldn't see Sesto's light, either.
The freezing cloud spread up and around the ice-pillars and Alhana could feel it reaching around her legs.
Alhana began to run across the flat, slippery ice-shelf. Her natural elvish balance made it easy enough for her to stay up as she slid until she arrived at one of the higher platforms, where she climbed up to have a look around. She could see the two trolls fighting beneath her, and a ridge of ice loomed out of the fog to the south, but beyond that, all was dark, cold, and foreboding.
Oggsbruff and the drowned troll exchanged mighty blows for bites and scratches.
Loklafd came to the edge of the ice-shelf below her, and he held his torch up to try to see above the fog. At first he could just make out the ceiling, but then the fog began to thicken and the temperature around him dropped. It was already extremely cold, but this was unbearable. His torch flickered, and went out as ice formed where fire had been. Loklafd had trouble breathing as the misty air froze the water in his mouth and lungs. He gasped as his body began to ache, and he found that he could no longer see - it was not the darkness from his torch going out - he couldn't see Sesto's light, either.
The freezing cloud spread up and around the ice-pillars and Alhana could feel it reaching around her legs.
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