D&D 5E The Kalarian Precipice - Chapter Four

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Four Sides

Temporarily distracted by the Imp’s rearrival on the scene and subsequent death, Jeovanna’s eyes might have darted away from the spider. Damn, looking back to her living enemy she doesn’t quite make contact with the blinded critter, as the greatsword waves in a threatening arc through nothing but stale air.

Carthum’s mace has done a little better, beating into the rat’s head and the great bulk of the half-orc pushing the beast back and back, back against the wall. The thud of the mace hasn’t hurt it as much as you’d hope, but the priest has protected his friends. A big green wall of half-orc blocks the rodent from reaching anyone else!

 

[daindarkspring]

Dain - Four Sides

Even from his vantage point, attacking the ensnared spider, Dain can see the condition of Otiroth cannot be good. But there is little he could do to help the sorcerer while their enemies still lived. "Otiroth! Stay strong, shadow-brother...or else make peace with whoever you pray to and may they speed your voyage to the realm you have earned!"

He is a pompous man perhaps, but a steadfast one. Essithea, grant that he may live and I will sate you well, as you please it...?

Striking at the ensnared spider, Dain drives his blade downwards point first, seeking to pinion the creature through its head.

"Join your damnable master, vile web-spinning beast!"

<15 to strike, at advantage>
<10 damage x 2 due to ensnarement? If so, 20 damage>

 

[Otiroth]

Otiroth: Four sides

Otiroth's hands were shaking something fierce... he very nearly lost his feet in fact, but somehow, managed then not to swoon.

"Filthy... vermin..." he spat.

Look at his sleeve! He didn't have anything to stitch that with down here!

Three bolts sprang from his fingertips, darting around the cleric towards that miserable rat.

<Spellcasting- magic missile- 9 damage total>

 

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Four Sides

The ripping constraint of brambles and thorns keep the spider at bay, still and unskittering long enough for Dain's fatal skewering. One hard push down, and the beast turns silent, it's legs drawing inwards, a great ugly head bowed in blood soaked shame.

Ah ha! Between the half-orc's legs Otiroth has spotted an opportunity for revenge! His magical darts zip in like falling stars, impacting nicely on the rodent’s furry hide. But still it lives! More tricks up the vermin's sleeve?

Before your very eyes the rat morphs, it's shape shrinking and darkening, as through foul magic it changes form. Small black wings beat. Tiny red eyes glare. A raven! Quick, Carthum it is taking flight!

<Blindness from color spray has ended. Carthum may have an attack of opportunity now against the bird before it makes the rest of its turn.>

 

[Carthum One-Tusk]

A... shape-shifting rat?

There is clearly more going on here than meets the eye, but it is no longer the time for contemplation! The half-oec's mace swings savagely once more, although this is a very different target!

<To hit w/ advantage=13, damage 8>

 

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Four Sides

The priest almost misses this time, but Suru is on his side! The mace manages to wave above Carthum's head and smack against the airborne bird. It really should be dead by now, but the priest is correct in his suspicions. This wasn't some overfed naturally occurring phenomenon, corrupted by a fiend's desires. It was born this way. Evil and spilling over with trickery!

It tumbles a little in shock, and then heavily beats its raggy wings, soaring along the passage's ceiling. Damn it is fast! Twice as fast as any mere mortal on foot. The retreat is hasty and vigorous.

Rounding the bend to the west, it soars above Annit and the exit she protects, before flapping off into the darkness.

"Dammit!" Annit mutters. No time to skewer it with an arrow. There are other things to worry about, was that movement ahead? Did she hear something?

"I've got a bad feeling about this..."

As the last of the summoned creatures leave the scene, Metea begins to feel a more normal sensation in her fingers, then her palm, and finally her delightful phalanges are released from the wall's grasp!

<Combat is resolved. Lots of XP coming your way soon.>

 

[Metea]

Metea: four sides

Metea slowly pulls her hand free; the hand print is sweaty no doubt, but she is perhaps lucky to not have lost a layer of skin! Hmph. She had learned a bit about wards, perhaps, but nothing her great patron did not already know!

"Otiroth!" She rushes over to him, to try and support him. "How are you still standing?" It's even nastier up close...

Maybe he should sit down?

 

[Carthum One-Tusk]

He should sit down!

Carthum had taken another swing at the raven as it flew off, but it was too quick and he was already pushing his luck with his last swing! Now he returned to Metea and Otiroth- glad to see his sister, less so to see all that swelling.

"That was brave, mage. Foolish, but brave," Carthum admitted grudgingly. "Cure wounds!"

It was not enough to erase all of the damage, but enough to perhaps save Otiroth's arm!

<Spell casting: cure wounds, roll of 6>

 

[Jeovanna]

Jeovanna sheathed her blade as the raven flew off- though somewhat reluctantly. She could not help but feel that the fight wasn't over.

"Let us check on Annit, and the dwarf," Jeovanna said, just to make it clear that she wasn't chasing off after the raven. She hadn't seen Annit during the fight, and assumed that she had gone to tend the dwarf. It seemed her suspicion was correct- she would pull the dwarf back amongst the others.

Otiroth's injury looked bad indeed- but Carthum was already tending to him.

 

[daindarkspring]

Dain - Four Sides

With a grunt, Dain pulled his blade free of the spider. "Dangle death no more." He muttered.

Calling forth thorn and bramble upon my foes...this is power. Even in the darkest depths, you are with me. I will gladly walk the gloomy places for you...

Briefly, he ran his eyes up and down his sword. Did it look more familiar to him now? He believed so. Images of it, cast in dreamy shadows, crossed through his mind. It was being held aloft, against a grainy grey sky...banners fluttered in the wind...there were eyes that met his...but then the memory fell apart like broken glass and he was back in the cavern. His torch flickered and spat embers.

He turned his head and nodded at Jeovanna as she headed to retrieve the dwarf. Then he watched as the unnatural raven flapped and fluttered away. There was nothing he could do, other than run after it and probably perish in the futile attempt.

Quickly jogging over to Otiroth, Dain knelt to assist if he could. His mind was obviously on other things, however. "We should keep moving. If that bird went to find more foul friends, let them at least have to find us before they strike."

<Medicine skill check = 5>