Could I chuck a javelin with my second attack, then?
Sacred Flame on the cleric.
The cleric doesn't even bother to dodge such a feeble effort from his counterpart. The gnoll then yaps at you in broken Common, Human scum is too late! Fengren is powerful! You die now! The one calling himself Fengren then points at the monk. In an instant, coming through the planar conduit behind the gnoll comes a massive, clawed hand of primal elemental energy. The hand then hurls itself at Varis!
for and
Varis is grabbed by the massive claw tightly, seemingly attempting to squeeze the life force out of the elf!
Fengren then points at Fizzlebomb. I no want you here!
The gnoll then runs behind one of the pillars and out of sight!
vs the claw
as bonus
Varis breaks free from the grapple!
for
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The manes look to swarm the paladin, three of them able to attack!
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for
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Amazingly one of the creatures actually manages to find a weak spot in the man's armor!
Fergus then dispatches two of the demons!
Seeing everyone bunching nicely around Fergus, Fizz will drop a
(2) Shatter range 60ft 10ft radius sphere
Con Saving throw DC 15
Half damage on a miss
on the gnoll to fergus's upper left. Spell excludes Fergus
Fizz will now move behind the pillar to make himself as little as possible
Spell slots used
1 2nd level : 1 3rd level
One gnoll and two demons expire! The remaining gnoll casts a spell, extending his palm toward Fergus!
poison damage.
Fergus coughs and sputters as he breathes in some of the poison!
Haldor casts Silence on the pillar that the cleric hid behind.
The gnoll cleric realizes what the party cleric has done and moves out of the area of Silence. He then casts a spell. Suddenly, fiendish spirits appear to surround the gnoll! He then yips and snarls a few more words, some of his wounds healing after he does so. He then moves back behind the pillar, out of sight again.
Fergus is eagerly awaiting the chance to do some more slaying of evildoers.
vs the hurt mane first
Varis finishes off the injured demon and wounds the last, who moves in to accost the paladin!
The demon manages to nick the paladin!
Against the mane:
for
Vs the mane if it's still alive, otherwise the gnoll:
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Fergus eliminates both the demon and the gnoll acolyte!
Fizz has doubled moved over to a more advantageous spot, but still hiding behind the columns
Fergus used his movement to approach the pillar where he last saw the cleric.
Haldor likewise advances on the cleric, but moving along the upper level. He drops concentration on the silence spell and casts third-level Shatter on the spot marked in purple on the map (that is, one square east of where the cleric tile is currently located).
Fizz yells to Fergus
"watch out for those guardians"
The gnoll braces himself against the spell with some success, being able to keep his spell active! He then turns his ire toward the cleric!
The claw tries to grab Fizz again!
The gnome again avoids the clutches of the claw!
The gnoll leader then moves toward Fergus!
Time to die, "holy" man.
As a bonus action, Fergus casts Searing Smite.
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Fergus tosses in a second-level Divine Smite.
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On his turn, the gnoll must make a DC14 Constitution saving throw or take 1d6 fire damage.
Attacking the gnoll
FireBolt range 120ft
And just like that the gnoll is savagely defeated, overcome by smite and fire!
With the conduit safely closed and the threat of the gnoll cleric Fangren and his allies ended, the platinum sword from Brindol begins to speak once more. The voice sounds even weaker, its life force all but spent as it instructs you to draw it and perform its ritual.
A vortex of brilliant energy opens up in the air as the platinum sword is gently tugged from your hands. It rises to hover in the air before the newly formed conduit, tendrils of silver light reaching out to touch it. You are blinded by a brilliant flash, then an instant later, the ritual chamber falls silent.
Standing before you is a young human female of unearthly beauty and grace. Her silver hair hangs down her back, a band of chalk-white pigment stretching from one temple to the other across her eyes. She is garbed in armor made of slender, overlapping plates. In one hand, she holds a leather-bound tome; in the other, the platinum longsword.
I am Amyria, she says. Who are you, and why am I here?
Milady, I am your humble servant, Fergus. Fergus introduces the rest of his comrades.
We are here, milady, because you summoned us. We carried forth the blade which you hold. We seek to assist you in preventing the gnoll chieftain, Fangren, from establishing a conduit to the Elemental Chaos.
How may we serve you, milady?
Fizz will go down and search the dead gnolls for anything interesting.
The ritual has transformed the spirit within the platinum longsword into Amyria, who seems to be not fully certain why she has been brought here. She does not recognize you or your names, and has no memory of her words to you while her spirit lingered within the sword.
I remember that I am Amyria, she says softly, and I have lived many lives. I was in the sword. I remember you freed me. The ritual you performed transformed the planar breach in this place, allowing it to channel the energy of the Astral Sea. Energy necessary for my transformation. She looks to you, eyes bright. I have been reborn with purpose, even if that purpose is yet unclear to me.
The leather-bound tome she carries is a ritual book that Amyria gives to the party with her thanks. It contains a modified version of the ritual just performed, allowing you to stop the flow of energy that fuels a planar portal.
The gnolls have nothing of any real value, though the items that Fangren has would be worth about 100 gold if you were to sell them off. There are also a series of notes and missives from Sarshan to the gnoll chieftain. They relay orders to the Wicked Fang pack, including the following :
I cannot stress the importance of holding Fortress Graystone. Among the assignments I have given you, this should be your top priority. I have armed you well enough that you should be able to repel all invaders. Do what you will with your prisoners, but continue taking them. Focus your efforts on those who seem to be of some importance; do not waste your time with farmers and commoners.
I am sending someone to train your recruits in the use of our weapons, at your request. However, I expect you to leave this one alone. The witch I sent to you was one of my personal advisors, and now she is ruined. Do not treat my people so callously as you do your own.
huh? Wonder if Thorne worked for Sarshan. He's not going to be very happy with us for continuing to mess up his plans. Oh well,
Fizz will gather the gnoll's stuff to sell.
Wonder who he meant, by "sending some to train" recruits. Did we come across any weapons masters?
Yeah, there was that warmaster dude that we ran into training the gnolls to shoot bows, before we wiped them out. Then there was Thorne?
Yeah, Thorne did say something like, "He said you were tough." I guess we'll just have to ask Sarshan when we see him next.
To Amyria: Lady, are you now completely freed from whatever enchantment confined you within the sword? And may we escort you back to town -- or to wherever you need to go?
Yes, I am of my own body once more.
Having rid Fortress Graystone of the Wicked Fang pack, performed the ritual to transform the platinum sword into Amyria, and sealed the conduit to the planes, the party has finished their mission and can depart at their leisure. As they exit the fortress, Amyria requests that they accompany her to Overlook, not back to Brindol, as she believes she has business there.
Wherever the pretty lady says. Overlook it is.
As you arrive in Overlook, Amyria bids you farewell, slipping away into the crowded streets.
