D&D 5E The Kalarian Precipice - Chapter Two

[Metea]

Metea: A few steps further up

Metea had eyes on the arc of Otiroth's flames. It didn't so much matter that he missed- she liked it all the same!

Fire was... so intriguing. She was quite enamored of it, though to be fair, she was harder to burn than most...

Blackish energy crackled at her fingertips. She knew Carthum likely would not be pleased by this, but... this was life or death, was it not? And she did not particularly feel like trying her luck with a crossbow when there were people between her and the target.

A bolt of crackling energy sparked from her fingertips- like lightning, but a bolt that followed no particular pattern, no arc, though its goal was ultimately upon the suit of armor...

<Spellcasting: Eldritch blast. 24 for attack roll, 9 for damage>

 

[Carthum One-Tusk]

Carthum One-Tusk: Further down

There were many things that Carthum might be disappointed with Metea for, but her bolt of energy was not one of them. They had grown up under Suru's graces. They knew his power. Carthum had spoken prayers that had done strange things as well.

He was near the back, and while he could maneuver himself forward down the stairs to try and at least get in front of the thief, Otiroth and Metea, there was no getting past Jeovanna's sword without losing another tusk.

Carthum banged his mace against his shield. "Suru! Let your light guide us in these dark places!"

And it descended from the darkness as if He had only been waiting for the call. White, fluttering light, that only could've somewhat been called 'fire'.

<Spellcasting, cantrip, Sacred Flame. 17 to hit, 3 damage>

 

[97mg]

Coming up the steps - Round 2

<Round 2
Init 9 - Annit
Init 7 - Jeovanna
Init 5 - Otiroth
Init 4 - Armor (lost 15 hp)
Init 3 - Metea & Dain
Init 1 - Carthum>

Annit looked on from above as fingers of crackling energy made the armor jiggle a bit, the energy definitely causing the foe’s metal to weaken and crisp up. Dain’s sword swing also was well placed, tearing into the old plate as though it was soft as lead. Then the sacred flames came to shed even more light on the situation, the armor only just managing to step out of their path.

The young rogue was pretty impressed by the team’s display of power. Perhaps even a little concerned about it actually. Sure, she’d heard about magic and it's many uses, but seeing it up close, in the dark, well that was something else!

With no skills in the arcane or divine, she reached for the shortbow resting against her back, snatched an arrow out of a quiver, and just waited. Dain and Jeovanna were in close quarters melee now. Not an ideal situation for firing arrows into. Probably better to stay friends with her colleagues… a missed shot… she dared not think too much upon the possible consequences. That roof trap too, that was bugging her.

<All except Dain are at a disadvantage to attack now (roll 2x d20 and pick lowest), because believe it or not you probably want to avoid hitting your “friend” hehe.

Jeovanna and Otiroth next, then Mr Armor.>

 

[Jeovanna]

Jeovanna- Further Down

Well, at least she could see well. Perhaps too well, as the armor was abruptly lit up in glittering flames and sparks as it approached. It was within range now, though.

Jeovanna followed a step further behind Dain. He would go low and she'd go high, more jabbing at the creature than anything. Perhaps she should've picked up that rusty old short sword back up above after all!

<To hit 5+2 proficiency with greatsword = 7. Damage 7.>

 

[Otiroth]

Otiroth: Further Down

A grimace. It was a mess down there. "We should head back up! To the room," Otiroth suggested, as if Carthum had not suggested something similar himself. But it was a ways to go- they could possibly outrun the creature, but would their companions down close to it consider a retreat?

He had to admit; he was impressed by Metea's bolt. He would have to ask her about that later- she had shown promise with magic before, but nothing like that...

Otiroth flicked his fingers again- another firebolt, though a bit more cautiously, this time...

<Spellcasting: 17 to hit, 1 damage >

 

[97mg]

Coming up the steps - Round 2

For the barbarian it sure wasn’t easy, stabbing at a foe who mostly isn’t there, with a ranger in front couching low on steps and making attacks. As Jeovanna pokes the blade forward she loses her grip, and the weighty greatsword slides off onto the step below.

Again, Otiroth’s fire rains down on the armor in the ongoing light-show, so close this time, licking at the armor’s back as it descends to splash against dark stone.

If it had a face, the enemy would probably look angry now, a victim to magical abuse and a blade’s edge against it's lower leg plates. It wanted revenge! Retaliation! A metal fist moved back a bit and then slammed it into the brave ranger’s chest, connecting with a hard thump. Then the other fist came in, a beating that Dain’s leather armor was no match for. Looks like he might turn a little purple under there.

<Jeovanna: Luckily you can pick up the sword with a free action next round.
Dain: 7 points of owchy damage.>

 

[daindarkspring]

Dain - The Stairwell

The blows came far faster and with far more power than Dain was expecting. It felt like being kicked by a billy goat! His breath left his lungs in a gasp of muffled pain and if he hadn't been on descending stairs, he probably would have fallen right onto his back. As it was, he staggered slightly.

Jeovanna was right behind him, and all the others? Mystical fire and energy seemed to rain down from all sides, and yet still the armor stood firm! Was it immune to the spells cast against it? Only his blade had seemed to cleave it with any real success...

If I turn my back, surely it will break me! Will I ever see the eyes of Essithea again?! Will I ever gaze upon the stars, reflecting in a mountain lake?!

Dain wasn't panicking, but he was most certainly in fear for his life. Which meant he struck out with urgent intent. Maybe too much intent...

<10 to hit, 4 damage>

 

[Metea]

Metea- Further Down

Metea winced. Even from up here, she could hear a thud of metal on meat that didn't sound like the armor was simply walking up the stairs...

Otiroth was right, they should probably try and retreat. She had before used a Secret she'd learned to run quickly and avoid some bullies before, but that only worked on herself, and there were quite a few people between herself and the armor.

"Pick on someone your own size, you great hunk of metal!" Metea shouted.

Another eldritch bolt of energy streaked forth- anything, to try and get that armor off of Dain!

<To hit: 17. Damage= 4>

 

[Carthum One-Tusk]

Carthum One-Tusk: Further down

Carthum heard it as well, the thud of metal on flesh.

He and other clerics had been trained on the battlefield as well as in the way of prayer; though this was far beyond anything he had faced, he had seen the paladins of Suru battle, and had heard such sounds. It seemed much more real down here.

He would have to take a chance- to press down further alongside Jeovanna. "To your left!" He barked. He would be forced to let his mace dangle from its strap from his arm, though he kept his shield raised.

Carthum pressed his free hand to the back of Dain's head for one brief moment. "By Suru's grace!"



<Spellcasting: Cure light wounds/ roll = 12>

<First level spells- 2 remaining>

 

[97mg]

Coming up the steps - Round 3

<Round 3
Init 9 - Annit
Init 7 - Jeovanna
Init 5 - Otiroth
Init 4 - Armor (-15 hp)
Init 3 - Metea & Dain (Fully healed)
Init 1 - Carthum>

There was still no way the rogue girl was going to get a shot in, especially now the priest had moved in to touch the wounded ranger. Incredible, she could almost hear Dain’s sigh of relief!

It was far from over though. Metea’s attempt to crispify the foe had narrowly missed. Dain’s aggressive counter-attack had poked far too wide, and still it stood there in all it's platey glory. An armor without a man… charred, dented and ready for more!

<All except Dain remain at a disadvantage to attack (roll 2x d20 and pick lowest). You've now ascertained through experience, that the AC of the armor is 18.>