D&D 5E (IC) Scourge of Daggerford

[FitzTheRuke]

"I have used those gates extensively over the course of my life. I know them well. I was not far away when they were activated, leading the defenses on the ground floor in the kitchen. I could... feel that they were in use." Sir Darfin explained to Escella "I left Talynen in charge and came to see what transpired, expecting to find that Shalendra was using the gates to bring in allies on her own initiative, or barring that, to be defending herself. I did not expect to find that she had invited in a Red Wizard. Nor that your friend Titus would stand aside as I was betrayed."

The group moved down the tunnel to the Shrine to Corellon, where Titus sat on the ground, nursing his wounds in defeat.

"We will put him in a cell until I have time to speak to him." declared the elf lord.

Titus was dragged off, still mostly senseless, down the next corridor to the guard barracks. On the left side of the room was a small two-celled prison. Titus was left on a cot in one of the cells while Talynen took the keys from a hook and locked the iron gate on the unfortunate nobleman.

Across from the prison, Sir Darfin stepped beside one of the barrack's bunks and slid his hand along a seam in the stonework. Suddenly and smoothly, what had looked like a solid stone wall pivoted inward, revealing a narrow hallway.

"A shortcut to the pantry." the elf lord smiled for the first time since he'd been freed from the Iron Bands. He suddenly recalled showing his sister the way when she was only a little girl of not more than twenty, and the smile vanished.

 

[FitzTheRuke]

OOC: Escella, if she drinks the potion, regains 16 HP. 4D4+4 = [4, 2, 2, 4]+4 = 16

 

[MetaVoid]

Escella Bok
AC 14; HP 1/33; HD 1/1d8 2/5d6 PP18 SS 2/4 1/3 1/2 SP 5/5; STR: 6/8

"Does anyone have any healing?" Escella says. "I feel on the verge of collapse."

"I can cast a prayer of healing, but it takes around 10 minutes. I can also cast my last Aura of healing, it is faster and heals more, but at the cost of me being unable to cast spirit guardians in case of a fight later. With the former, I can affect 6 people. With the latter, 10. Or focus on one.

Lord Darfin, how are your reserves and how well are you physically? And can we afford 10 minutes? I'd prefer to know the situation first. The druids did indeed arrive at the gate and we cleared that end of the manor."

 

[Kobold Stew]

"Your friend Titus."

Sir Darfin's words resonate with Tommi, now at the back of the group marching towards the secret pass. Titus is locked in the cell, but Tommi knows that Titus has a familiar which he has not seen, and other magics which might help him escape. And so as the key is re-hung on the hook, Tommi quietly removes it once again, and slips it in his pocket.

 

[jmucchiello]

Escella Bok
AC 14; HP 17/33; HD 1/1d8 2/5d6 PP18 SS 2/4 1/3 1/2 SP 5/5; STR: 6/8

Escella thanks Darfin as she downs the potion. "Rather sweet. Unusual for a healing potion."

 

[FitzTheRuke]

"I have the energy for a few minor spells," Sir Darfin answered Vairar, "But not much more than that."

When the group entered the pantry through the secret tunnel, Darfin presented two dried honeycombs wrapped in silk. He broke both in half, and a small amount of honey drooled out from the center.

"Four doses is all we have, I'm afraid." he told the group, "Those who feel drained to weakness should have them."

OOC: The honey heals 4d4+4 AND returns 1d4 points of strength! Feel free to roll if you take a comb. It's tasty too.

 

[jmucchiello]

OOC: Did I jump the gun?

 

[KahlessNestor]

Angis Honack
Floshin Estates/Corallon shrine
Morning
Round 0

Angis grunted awake, spitting up blood into his beard as he came back to consciousness. He wasn’t dying anymore, but he was still pretty beat up.

“Thanks, elf,” he grunted at Vairar, staring at the elf with bleary eyes, then he looked around for his axes.

As the others sorted out Sir Darfin, Angis cleaned himself up a bit, as much as he could, then trundled off with them to the pantry.

“Any o’ ye touched by those shadows, eat up,” Angis instructed. “I’ve go’ a few spells left, an’ if we’ve got time, I c’n ‘eal up some more.”

Angis touched a few of his wounds, muttering a healing spell.

Cure Wounds Level 2: 2D8+2 = [6, 8]+2 = 16

***

Spoiler: Mounted Crossbow Stats

Mounted Crossbow: +6 2d6+Dex 100/400
Bolts: 55
Bolts used:

Spoiler: Quests

Marauding gnolls (Ardeep Forest, noble hunting party hostage)
Orcs in the north (Harpshield Castle, Floshin Estate, Newfield)
Lizardfolk with steel weapons and armor (Rock Tower, Crom’s Hold)

Spoiler: Angis’ Actions and Rolls

Save:
Move:
Free Object Interaction:
Action:
Attack 1:

Attack 2:

Bonus Action:

Horde Breaker:

Reaction: Opportunity Attack


Hunter’s Mark, if applicable:
Concentration:
Conditions:
Inspiration:

Spoiler: Mini Stats

Initiative: +1
Perception: +5
Speed: 30
AC: 14/15 (dual wield)
HP: 23/58 HD: 2/6d10+2

Bolts: 50
Bolts used:
Handaxes: 2/2

Spells
1) 1/4 Absorb Elements, Cure Wounds, Hunter’s Mark
2) /2 Pass Without Trace
Primal Awareness (cast each spell once per long rest): Speak with Animals, Beast Sense
4/4 Boon of the Elk. Can cast Knock four times (without the loud sound) as an Action. Until he uses the last one, non-good aligned Fey count among his Favoured Enemies.

Spoiler: Party

Vairar - elven cleric
Tommi - human rogue urban bounty hunter
Dandin - halfling bard guild merchant
Angis Honack - dwarven ranger outlander merchant
Lionel - halfling rogue folk hero
Escella - Human sorcerer

 

[jmucchiello]

Escella Bok
AC 14; HP 33/33; HD 1/1d8 2/5d6 PP18 SS 2/4 1/3 1/2 SP 5/5; STR: 8/8

If no one else takes the last honey potion, Escella takes one of them.

honey potion healing hp and STR: 4D4+4 = [2, 3, 3, 4]+4 = 16
1D4 = [3] = 3

 

[FitzTheRuke]

Escella appeared as if she felt that she were overstepping - taking Sir Darfin's healing potion and a square of honeycomb. The elf lord put his hand on his shoulder and reassured her, "It is okay for you to have both. If you are still feeling weak. Take one."

He handed her a piece, and then handed the others to Lionel, Talynen, and Tommi.

As they ate the thick, sweet, sticky substance, they felt some strength return to their limbs and their aches subsided and gashes thinned.

There was a commotion outside in the kitchen, and a voice could be heard calling, "M'Lord? Where are ya? <cough> This air is foul. Can ye do summin' about it?"

Another voice answered, "Let me see..."

Sir Darfin pushed open the door to the kitchen, where a great powerful wind was blowing the noxious cloud of smoke-like mist out a damaged arrow-slit.

In the kitchen stood Dornuk, the half-orc ally of Sir Darfin, who the group had met over dinner the day before, and who had led the defense of the upstairs balconies.

"There ya'are!" he bellowed and crushed the elf lord in a bear hug, "Thought mebbe we'd lost ya."

Nearby stood the elf druid Sarel (who had arrived at the gatehouse in the form of a raven and had spoken to Tommi). She was controlling the wind that blew through the kitchen, and when she was done, she nodded to Sir Darfin and smiled kindly at Tommi.

"The orcs are leavin'." Dornuk announced after letting Sir Darfin go.

The elf lord was straightening himself out, slightly embarrassed, but stood tall upon hearing the news, "I am very pleased to hear it."

OOC: Wow that Honey is good stuff: Lionel: 4D4+4 = [2, 2, 2, 1]+4 = 11 HP healed and 1D4 = [4] = 4 Strength returned Talynen: 4D4+4 = [3, 2, 1, 3]+4 = 13 HP healed and 1D4 = [3] = 3 Strength returned Tommi: 4D4+4 = [3, 3, 3, 3]+4 = 16 HP healed and 1D4 = [4] = 4 Strength returned