D&D 5E Ironfang Invasion (IC)

[eayres33]

The lead hobgoblin sneers as he dodges Harb’s sword attack and Corsa’s dagger. The sneer is quickly wiped off his face as he takes the full blunt of Vin’s firebolt, howling in pain.

After deflecting the attacks against them the other two hobgoblins pause for a brief second at the damage done to their companion before striking out in anger.

GM: We still have Raux and Flint to go, just wanted to give an update on moves and conditions H1 no damage taken H2 no damage taken H3 10 points fire damage taken, bleeding/burnt badly

 

[Jason.knepper]

Raux steps forward and swings his swords at the middle hobgoblin (H2). He brings his right hand down in a broad slashing arc at his foe's head.

Longsword attack (primary hand): 1d20+5 22
Longsword damage (primary hand): 1d8+5 8

And plunges his off hand blade into the creature's guts.

Longsword attack (off hand hand): 1d20+5 25 (Crit!)
Longsword damage (off hand) (natural 20 crit): 2d8+2 13

He looks over at the hobgoblin by the door and says in the goblin tongue, "You're next. Ready to bleed?"

 

[JustinCase]

Flint is momentarily distracted when he sees Vin hurling magical fire towards one of the hobgoblin. Without thinking about it, the dwarf grabs a crystal that hangs on a chain around his neck, and points his other hand towards the same goblinoids

A similar bolt of fire appears just beyond Flint's battleaxe and almost lazily arches towards the already burnt hobgoblin.

"Hey, I did the same thing!" Flint shouts cheerfully, not even bothering to see if the magic hit its target.

OOC: Firebolt cantrip: Attack [roll0] Possible damage: [roll1]

 

[Jason.knepper]

Seeing the fire bolts and armed tavern patrons, Raux taunts the unharmed hobgoblin further, "Don't run. We bring fire and steel. We want to see you bleed and burn."

OOC: As Raux is currently wielding two weapons his AC is +1 from his dual wielded feat. Total AC currently at 16.

 

[eayres33]

The hobgoblin in front of the door grunts as he falls to the floor and the blood begins to pour from his wounds.

The lead Hobgoblin growls as he sings his longsword at the Half-Elf in front of him, swinging wide of the target.

The untouched Hobgoblin thrust his longsword at the Human in front of him,”You will pay for his death!”
A disappointed look crosses his face as the woman easily moves out of the way of his lunging attack.

GM: H1 attacks Harb with a longsword attack H1 attack on Harb: 1D20+3 = [1]+3 = 4 H3 attacks Sister Grace with a longsword attack H3 attack on Sister Grace: 1D20+3 = [5]+3 = 8 Status Vin 14 AC HP8/8 Lal 13 AC HP 14/14 Corsa 13 AC HP 10/10 Grace 18 AC HP 10/10 Flint 14 AC HP 9/9 Harb 18 AC HP 12/12 Raux 16 AC HP 12/12 Lead Hobgoblin, bleeding heavily and burnt Hobgoblin Two, lying dead in front of the splintered doorway Hobgoblin Three, disappointed but in good health Aubrin still barely awake clutching her chest as blood continues to spurt from her wounds. The other three NPC's are hiding and are in good health. Round Two begins

 

[River Song]

Pointing at the cowering barfolk, Vins voice ring loud and clear over the din, "Get Aubrin out of here and tend to her wounds!"

[roll0]

And then launches another bolt of fire at the lead hobgoblin.

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[roll1]
[roll2]

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[Greenmtn]

OOC: Attack [roll0] Damage [roll1]

Harb swings his sword at the same Hobgoblin again. The Hobgoblin managing to get his shield up in time to block the blow. Harb growls at him.

​"Today the sun will set on your life!"

 

[SunGold]

Corsa kneels next to Aubrin, draws her second dagger from its sheath, and slashes a small nick in the bottom of the bard's tunic. She sheathes the dagger hurriedly and clutches the tunic on either side of the tear.

"Sorry love, I normally ask before tearing clothes off, I swear," she says, and then pulls at the rip, tearing a strip off the shirt's bottom. She wads it up and holds it to the wound, putting pressure on it.

Medicine: 1D20+1 = [8]+1 = 9

"Hey, hey, hold on," she says, putting her free hand on Aubrin's shoulder. "You still have to write the song about the beautiful p-...port-hand who saved you," she stammers out, looking around the room desperately. "I'm much better at making wounds than healing them!" she calls to no one in particular. "Is anyone good at this?!"

 

[eayres33]

Aubrin grunts as the port hand applies pressure to the wound. Her hands no longer needed to stem the tide of blood, Aubrin reaches into one of her pockets and takes out a small vile, her hand shaking as she gets most of the contents into her mouth.

The blood streaming out of Aubrin’s wound slows to a trickle and the glazed look of surprise begins to fade as it appears Aubrin becomes more aware of the situation. "T. T. thank you is all she can mutter."

 

[SunGold]

Corsa looks surprised and then relieved when Aubrin pulls the vial out. She was a retired adventurer. Of course.

She nods at the bard and then stands up. "Nevermind, carry on!" she calls out with a grin as she reaches for her dagger again.