D&D 5E Ironfang Invasion (IC)

[Ancalagon]

Lal spins around 3 times, eyes almost shut, connected to *everything* He sees Harb distracting the hobgoblin, and Corsa rushing to the injured. The time to strike was now.

Second attack on Hobgoblin : 1D20+5 = [14]+5 = 19


Lal stepped forward with his spin, the tabar high to avoid the Sister of battle besides him, and suddenly reverted the grip of the weapon, the butt going up at tremendous speed and smacking the hobgoblin in the face

Damage roll vs hobgoblin (1) : 1D12+5 = [1]+5 = 6

 

[JustinCase]

Flints expression turns serious quickly. Grabbing his battleaxe in both hands, the dwarf charges to the nearest hobgoblin still standing, swinging the wellused weapon at the creatures torso.

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

 

[JustinCase]

OOC: Crit! Additional damage roll: [roll0] And if anyone attacks Flint, he'll cast Shield as a reaction.

 

[Ancalagon]

OOC: ah, the good ole "I smack them in the face to distract them and then you gut them" combo

 

[Jason.knepper]

Standing in the melee, Raux slashes deftly at each of the remaining hobgoblins.

Longsword Attack - Primary hand: 1d20+5 11 For H1

Longsword Attack - Off hand: 1d20+5 24 For H3
Longsword Damage - Off hand: 1d8+2 5

 

[Charwoman Gene]

OOC: Mace on H1: 1D20+3 = [20]+3 = 23 1D6+1 = [5]+1 = 6

Sister Grace brings her mace down on the hobgoblin's skull.

 

[eayres33]

Both remaining Hobgoblin’s fall to the ground dead. The sounds of heavy footsteps and shooting in both common and goblin are heard from the shattered doorway and a cold breeze fills the room.

Aubrin a woman, who appears to be in her 30’s, with a dark complexion and black hair sits up with a struggle leaning on the back of chair. She slowly adjusts the peg that has taken the place of her left leg. Her eyes are clouded and scarred. “Thank you all,” she says quietly.

The male bartender a 40ish year old human stands up behind the bar and echo’s Aubrin’s words, “I thank you as well, you are brave souls.”

The female human and elf nod in agreement.

Aubrin speaks up again, “It. . . sounds like there’s an army outside the door. How did they fall on us without being seen? These damn plains are so flat you can see an elk from two days off, let alone an army!”

Aubrin winces and presses her hands against the oozing wound in her chest. “They sound large. Too large to fight on the ground like honest fools. We need to gather what we can, cross the bridge, and hide out in the Fangwood. I-I know a few secrets that may keep us safe. Should probably figure out how to take down the bridge while we’re at it, else they’ll just march themselves across before we have the chance to hide.”

GM: I will have a post up in the OOC forum shortly with a few rules on Provision Points.

 

[River Song]

Vindethrevolan “Vin”

"Please tell me it is a wooden bridge?" Vin asks.

Looking around, "Shall we gather blankets, oil, food and the like and get the hell out of here?"

 

[River Song]

Moving over to the hobgoblins, Vin searches them.

[roll0]

 

[SunGold]

"Sounds like a plan," Corsa replies, and then immediately hops over the bar and starts looking for alcohol.