D&D 5E (IC) Vault of the Dracolich (Dispensables)

[tglassy]

OOC: Short rest is fine.

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[gargoyleking]

As the last body hits the ground, bob turns to look upon the carnage. Still laughing even as he comes down from his adrenaline rush, he walks back to the edge of the pit, avoiding the last embers of the fire. He peers down at the charred remanes of the snake and then grins across at his allies.

"That was a good fight eh? Too bad... They won't want to face us again, I think..." He chuckles and climbs back down to inspect the remains. "I hear they taste like chicken. Who wants a taste?" As he speaks he draws his battleaxe once more and begins carving out snake steaks.

OOC: Unless there is no time for a short rest I will always ask for one. Got to reset abilities like second wind and give casters a chance to recover spells.

Squirrels are evil!

 

[Prickly Pear]

Sesto looks at the smouldering snake steaks and makes a face. "Really... Eating that!"
Sesto is disgusted but curiosity takes overhand and he tries a bit. "Hmmm... not bad at all."
He thinks a little and hesitates... "That piece of meat was not close to the venom glands, was it???"

OOC: Sesto is ready for a short break. Either here or a little way off in the tunnel they came from. I will spend HD or take any healing that's available. I don't want to [-]waste[/-] spend spells on healing, Sesto is already low on those. Spell used: 1st 2/4, 2nd 2/3. HP: 17/31

 

[Chronicler]

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[td][sblock="Status Box"]Devan the Dawnbringer
NG (L) Human Sorcerer 1/Warlock 3

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Size: M | Speed: 30 ft. | Senses: Passive Perception 13

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Initiative: +2 | Armor Class: 19 | Hit Dice: 1d6+3d8+8+1 | Hit Points: 15/30

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Spell Slots: 1st-lvl: 0/2, [W] 2nd-lvl: 0/2 | Concentration: None

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Affected by: None | Conditions: None[/sblock] With the fight over and the remaining troglodytes having fled, Devan turned his attention to the injured barbarian and cleric. Uttering a pair of divinely empowered words, he imbued them both with a healing rush of warmth and light. It wasn't much, but was better than nothing. With that task completed, he looked around, his gaze coming to rest upon the unmoving serpent inside of the pit. Seeing it up close made him even more impressed that Bobranthus had survived its attacks and defeated it. Glad he's on our side, he mused. Though his taste in food could use improvement.

Emptied of power and needing some rest, the weary Inquisitor stepped over to the cavern's south wall and sat with his back against it, while keeping a watch on the passageway to the north. If the creatures they had fought decided to return, he didn't want to be caught off guard.

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[sblock="OOC"]Casting healing word on Bobranthus, using a 2nd-level spell slot. (Healing Word Roll: 2d4+3 7)
Casting healing word on Sesto, using a 2nd-level spell slot. (Healing Word Roll: 2d4+3 6)

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After 1 hour: Short Rest Healing Roll: 1d6+2+1d8+2 13[/sblock][/td]
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[Prickly Pear]

Sesto is tired after the fight and sits down next to Devan. A short break will make all the difference.

OOC: Spending 1 HD to heal 5 and 6 from Devan. Total HP: 28/31 One HD healing: 1D8+2 = [3]+2 = 5

 

[FitzTheRuke]

Apart from a moment when you spot some Trogs peeking out of the tunnel that they ran away down (to see if you are still there, then ducking away again), the hour passes uneventfully.

 

[tglassy]

OOC: Hit Dice: [roll0]

 

[tglassy]

OOC: Back at full health.

 

[gargoyleking]

After having a good rest and a hearty helping of snake steak, Bob stands up and stretches. He looks around at the party to see that they look fairly well recovered. And nods once to himself. "Come we still have many heads to bash!" While the others sort themselves out, he sorts through the gear of the fallen lizards and accompanying huts for anything that might prove useful on their mission. Or hit anything that might be of worth once they'd accomplished their mission.

OOC: Gotta remember to check for lootz. Also, using a hit die for heals. Bobranthus HD roll:: 1D12+2 = [1]+2 = 3 Total HP 19+1+2(from first HD roll earlier)+7+3=(32/40)

Squirrels are evil!

 

[FitzTheRuke]

Searching through the dead, Bobranthus will find a very many javelins (if any of the Dispensables want some extras), two steel swords (very obviously of human craft), and in the smelly huts - clearly used as guard houses, a chest (also clearly not made by trogs, it is iron-bound). The chest has it's key sticking out of the lock. Carefully patting around it reveals no traps, and when opened, it contains 315 pieces of gold marked in various styles from around the Dalelands, and some from the Sword Coast.

OOC: Bob got a 1 on his hit-die roll. I think undercooked snakemeat is to blame. It's not sitting right in Bob's stomach and if it weren't for the Trog-stench, everyone would know about it, (if you get my, er, Bob's drift.)