D&D 5E The Kalarian Precipice - Chapter Four

[Metea]

Metea- the grinning skull

Ah, wait! Couldn't they talk about this?

Metea edged along behind the group as Dain charged in. She wasn't doing more than poking her head around the corner, though, partly because doing so would ruin the misty vision she had going now, and and partly because she had Otiroth to look after.

"Pass through force," she whispered, but that wasn't the actual spell she was casting- instead, it was a hex and a blast of pure painful energy upon the monster she could see over Dain's shoulder.

She would time her eldritch blast just right, to try and strike the demon even as Dain flung his torch at it!

If he wanted to be a distraction... let him!

<Spell casting: Eldritch blast. To hit, 19, damage 14>
<Bonus action to move/cast Hex- strength curse>
<Deception check = 25>

 

[Otiroth]

Otiroth: The Grinning Skull

Both of you? Well, that didn't sound good.

Otiroth joined Metea in peering around the corner, trying to keep out of the way of their allies that had to rush into melee combat, while still getting good eyes on the room. He could see only the one from his current position.

He too would use the opportunity cast a quick spell, though he was a bit hastier than Metea...

<Perception check to observe the situation=21>
<Spellcasting: Fire bolt. 12 to hit, 3 damage>

 

[Carthum One-Tusk]

Carthum One-Tusk: The grinning skull

Well... they were in the battle now!

Perhaps they had been rash, to rush into combat while one of their own was still injured! But they could not leave Dain behind! They could not leave a trapped prisoner! The priest gently laid the dwarf at Metea and Otiroth's feet.

Carthum banged his mace on his shield, reigniting Suru's sacred light upon it, and strode into the entryway. They had to back-up Dain, but also, he was not letting something slip past and get at his sister! Besides, he did not expect he could reach the demon in one charge.

"Demons! Behold the light of the divine!" He banged his shield once more.

<Sacred flame, damage =6>
<Infernal insight= 15>

 

[Jeovanna]

Jeovanna: The Grinning Skull

Jeovanna already has her sword drawn, and there is not enough time to switch to her bow. There is enough time to pick up a rock and cast it at the demonic visage before them.

"Harsket!" Jeovanna snarls something in Gnollish, but as the others do not speak it, what it was and who it was directed to was lost on the others.

Jeovanna had learned one thing during her adventure- not to stand in front of the mages while they cast their deadly spells. What she had not learned was not to pick up the hot rocks!

DIE

No, she could handle this without...

DIE

"Hahahahaa!"

<Jeovanna has moved into the room, and is now raging>

 

[97mg]

The Grinning Skull

The Ranger’s torch falls short, landing at the feet of the nearest slippery beast.

“You wish to burn ME?” It snaps, mocking the lone human, “hahaha!” With a swish of a tail, the torch flies off to smash against a section of wall.

The crocodilian head turns to the side then, as something else comes into view, very rapidly and painfully! Stinging and crackling Eldritch magic slams into the beast's oozy form and really gets it wobbling. Like shocked jelly it jitters, like an angry reptile it lashes about, something wrong, strength sucked away.

“Yes yes!” The skull is watching, moving from side to side within the confines of his cage, trying to ensure the best view.

A bolt of fire follows, streaming in from the tracked tunnel, shooting wide of the beast and bursting into a shower of sparks on a distant wall.

“Ah ha!” The skinless cranial onlooker seems pleased, as a half-orc enters, banging and clanging like a one man band. Radiance emanates, and the priest notices how slowly the hideous creature is to react. Yes! The light catches the ugly fiend in it's ray, and this… it does burn. Ooze sizzles and fizzles!

“Slash, swat, the sniveling snots!” The skull chants, before his jaw drops.

She is tall, built like an ox, angry as a viper as she stamps into the room.

Oh, this one is special. So perfect…

Jeovanna is here. Jeovanna looks extremely angry! Jeovanna is positioning herself for maximum impact!

Annit on the other hand, quietly rounds the entrance hard to the right, bow ready, and loosing an arrow at the ghastly sight that lingers there. Her arrow strikes, digging into the fiend's oozy chest, before it wraps a clawed hand around the shaft and pulls it out.

“You will pay for that! With your soul!”

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Round 1 Begins:

21. Carthum
13. Dain
11. Otiroth
10. Annit
7. Jeovanna
7. Metea
5. Fiend 1 -20hp ~Hexed disad str checks~
5. Fiend 2 -3hp

<Carthum, Metea and Otiroth would all believe that these creatures match the description of lesser demons. Weak servants and soldiers for those of greater power, you know that they are still very much something to fear. Teeth, claws, some resistances… But Carthum recalls a most important lesson about such a breed, the ooze is almost always accompanied by either a form of poison or acid.>

 

[Carthum One-Tusk]

Carthum One-Tusk: The Grinning Skull

Suru! Deeper we travel! Your radiance burns even fire!

Carthum, fully in the room, would see the one on the right, if only because it was difficult not to notice Jeovanna, and she was further in its direction. Annit and Jeovanna, perhaps, had that one! He would assist the ranger.

"They are aberrations! They are more than teeth and claws- they have acidic attacks of their own," Carthum nevertheless charged at the demon alongside Dain. It was important they all knew, but at this point, there was probably no retreating!

His shield glimmered with light.

His mace glimmered with hope! He'd go for the alligator face, not the wobbly jelly.

<To hit- 22. Damage 5>

 

[daindarkspring]

Dain - The Grinning Skull

It was battle! Not exactly what Dain had planned but such was life!

These things were probably going to kill them all, but not without a struggle.

Lashing out with his blade, Dain sneered at his opponent. "My soul is still my own!"

For the time being.

<11 to hit>

 

[Otiroth]

Otiroth: The Grinning Skull

Otiroth's aim was still a little off- even as he pointed one finger towards the furthest demon, he could noticeably see the lack of familiarity with the elaborate symbols in his own off-hand.

Paga's ! If we survive this... a week at the training range!

The blue ray of frost at least did not hit exactly the same spot as his firebolt had- so the sorcerer was, if nothing else, working out his aim.

<Spellcasting- Ray of Frost, to hit 9>

 

[97mg]

Annit: The Grinning Skull

The running commentary of a floating skull, beams of fire and frost, crackling energy bolts, sword swings and taunts. It was hard to concentrate among the chaos.

Annit loaded another arrow, pulled her bow back and hoped to lodge one more into the slimey horror's ooze. It missed, smashing into hardened basalt and breaking in two.

"Dammit."

At least Jeovanna was nearby. Hopefully once the barbarian was in there swinging, the rogue would be able to try something tricky and distracting!

<Attack = 10 (Miss) The enemies might be slow, but they are also tough. AC16.>

 

[Jeovanna]

Jeovanna: The Grinning Skull

DIE

Jeovanna charged directly for the demon on the right.

DIE

Perhaps it was a tactical decision, perhaps not. She certainly wasn't giving away any of her insight; all she knew was that the pack must be protected. They could not let this slime slither past and get at their amorous pups!

DIE

Her sword swung so brazenly at the jelly that it might've seemed she was trying to slice its grinning skull from its wobbly body.

<To hit, 23, damage 9>