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Iago lashes out with his heavy mace in a flat arc aimed at the Hobgoblin's midriff
Ràghnall maintains focus on his hunter's mark despite the pain.
Stupid mistake... he thinks to himself.
Roth fires again!
for plus if adjacent to another PC!
Felicia turns to hobgoblin 2, the proud new owner of her hex. She grins slightly before lobbing a poorly aimed sphere of eldritch energy at him.
Arvhil continues to move forward with his flail swinging at the next target.
Attack:
Attack: (Inspiration)
Damage:
Iago swings his mace, aiming for the hobgoblin's side but it clashes with a loud metalic ring on a shield.
Rothwillian fires an arrow that flies true, hitting a Hobgoblin in the shoulder, but the arrow doesn't pierce the chainmail armour, bouncing off and falling into the grass under the feet of the combatants.
Arvhil advances on his foe swinging his flail low, it crunches into the Hobgoblin's leg, leaving it mangled with bones possibly broken...
A sphere of crackling energy flashes past the hobgoblin Arvhil is fighting, the goblinoid managing to dodge out of the way, limping on his injured leg.
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Inspiration :
Arvhil N
Felicia Y
Iago N
Ràghnall Y
Rothwillian N
Tracking :
Iago:
Current HP: 14
Spell Slots used 3/3
Felicia:
Current HP: 18
Spell Slots used: 1/2
Rothwillian:
Current HP: 14
Arvhil:
Current HP: 10
Spell Slots used 1/2
Ràghnall:
Current HP: 4
Spell Slots used 1/2
Ràghnall feels light-headed as he realizes his injuries are worse than he thought. He desperately fires another arrow at Hobgoblin 3, knowing it's not likely to hit.
Ràghnall fires another arrow but it's deflected again by the hobgoblins heavy chainmail.
The cursed hobgoblin (2), seeing Grak struggling with his bonds, and deciding to deal with the Mage who keeps throwing spells at him breaks away from Arvhil carefully and closes in on Felicia and Grak.
The other hobgoblin fighting Arvhil swings his longsword down at the half-elf
But only manages to cut the air!
The hobgoblin in front of Iago uses some flashy swordwork fainting this way and that as the other hobgoblin circles behind the cleric and attacks!
But Iago sees thier ploy and manages to fend of onewith his mace and the other with his shield!
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Inspiration :
Arvhil N
Felicia Y
Iago N
Ràghnall Y
Rothwillian N
Tracking :
Iago:
Current HP: 14
Spell Slots used 3/3
Felicia:
Current HP: 18
Spell Slots used: 1/2
Rothwillian:
Current HP: 14
Arvhil:
Current HP: 10
Spell Slots used 1/2
Ràghnall:
Current HP: 4
Spell Slots used 1/2
Felicia watches as the hobgoblin approaches her. As he comes alongside, his murderous intent clear, she whips her quarterstaff off of her back and slashes out with it, aiming to catch him unawares on his temple.
Arvhil trades strokes with the hobgoblin before him.
Attack:
Damage:
Iago doesn't like the tricks of the Hobgoblins and attacks the one that tried the feint against him. The deep furrows in his brow drag his ochre painted spots down into dark orange "vee's" as with great concentration he seeks a gap in his opponents style
Roth fires again! for plus if an ally is adjacent!
With a hobgoblin closing in on her Felicia draws her quarterstaff and swings it smashing into the goblinoids temple! His eyes roll back in his head and he collapses sideways to the ground.
A hobgoblin ducks beneath Arvhil's flail, Iago's mace crashes against a chainmailed shoulder, and Rothwillian's arrow glances off a hobgoblin shield!
Inspiration :
Arvhil N
Felicia N
Iago Y
Ràghnall Y
Rothwillian N
Tracking :
Iago:
Current HP: 14
Spell Slots used 3/3
Felicia:
Current HP: 18
Spell Slots used: 1/2
Rothwillian:
Current HP: 14
Arvhil:
Current HP: 10
Spell Slots used 1/2
Ràghnall:
Current HP: 4
Spell Slots used 1/2
Ràghnall, growing increasingly frustrated, knocks another arrow and fires at Hobgoblin 3.
"Can you hurry up and die already? I haven't got all day!"
"That's more like it!" he quips as he reloads and scans for a new recipient of his hunter's mark.
Ràghnall knocks another arrow to his bow, growing increasingly frustrated, the arrow catches in the hobgoblin's chainmail and for a second he thinks he's scored a hit, but the hobgoblin carries on fighting just fine!
The remaining hobgoblins continue the assault.
Arvhil manages to step out of the way of a particularly clumsy swing, but as Iago's mace hits the hobgoblin in its armoured shoulder, he slices his sword down, catching Iago in the side, breaking some links of the cleric's armour and drawing blood with a nasty wound!
Another Hobgoblin turns it's attention to the small halfling archer before him, slicing down with an over head swing, the sword glances off the pauldron of Rothwillian's leather armour and cuts him on the brow, blood running down the side of his face!
Grak, terrified but still believing this could be his best chance tries to pull his rope free of Felicia's grip.
Arvhil N
Felicia N
Iago Y
Ràghnall Y
Rothwillian N
Iago: Current HP: 5
Spell Slots used 3/3
Felicia:
Current HP: 18
Spell Slots used: 1/2
Rothwillian:
Current HP: 7
Arvhil:
Current HP: 10
Spell Slots used 1/2
Ràghnall:
Current HP: 4
Spell Slots used 1/2
As Grak breaks free of Felicia's grip, she fires an Eldritch Blast into his back as he runs, whispering into his mind as he goes, I gave you your warnings, vermin. Now you will die. Feel my wrath!
Frustrated by the Hobgoblins tactics and armour and now badly wounded, Iago tries something different. Using a bolt of inspiration, he feints one way lowering his guard to invite an attack and then whips his shield and mace around. One to bat away the attack and the other to deliver an almighty backhanded blow
Unfortunately luck is not on his side and he continues to desperately defend against the greenskins' attacks
Becoming alarmed at the prowess of these Hobgoblins, Arvhil calls upon his god to unleash his holy wrath upon the foul creatures.
"Holy Tyr, I humbly call upon your power to help save my companions and rid this land of these evil beast who threaten the weak and helpless. In your name do I call down your fiery wrath."
Attack:
Damage:
Fire Damage:
A trail of flame springs from the iron head of Arvhil's flail as he swings it towards the hobgoblin, but alas it misses it's target
Iago tries to draw an attack, hoping to throw the hobgoblin off balance. The hobgoblin swings his sword only to find it smashed aside by Iago's shield, quickly followed by the clerics mace! Unfortunately the Hobgoblin recovers well and manages to jump back from the attack.
Calling on the power of Tyr, at rail of white hot flames springs from the head of Arvhil's flail! The Paladin spins the flail at one of the Hobgoblins but the hobgoblin ducks beneath the weapon.
Grak manages to pull his rope free, and wastes no time, zig zagging as he runs for cover. Spinning around, forgetting the battle in her wrath, Felicia sends a ball of crackling energy straight into the fleeing goblins back. The energy blasts into Grak, throwing him forwards into the grass, and sweet escape from the voice in his head!
Arvhil Y
Felicia Y
Iago N
Ràghnall Y
Rothwillian N
Iago:
Current HP: 5
Spell Slots used 3/3
Felicia:
Current HP: 18
Spell Slots used: 1/2
Concentration Spell: Hex
Rothwillian:
Current HP: 7
Arvhil:
Current HP: 10
Spell Slots used 2/2
Concentration Spell: Searing Smite
Ràghnall:
Current HP: 4
Spell Slots used 1/2
Concentration Spell: Hunters Mark
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Roth drops his bow and draws his rapier, stabbing at the hob #5 next to him!
for plus sneak attack!
One more try with the bow against Hobgoblin 3...
"That's it! I give up. I'm just going to throw sticks and rocks at this damned goblin!"
Blood running down his face Rothwillian drops his bow and swiftly draws his rapier, ringing as it slides from it sheath. The halfling stabs up at his foe, the thin blade finding a gap in the hobgoblin's armor and biting deep into his side!
Ràghnall fires another arrow, but his injuries seem to be plagueing him with bad aim as the arrow flies shy of its mark once again!
The fight turns nasty as the Hobgoblins fight on!
Arvhil dodges another clumsy sword swing.
The Hobgoblin fighting Iago swipes low with his sword, scoring a small cut below Iago's right knee!
Badly wounded, the Hobgoblin fighting Rothwillian snarls fiercely, his red face twisted in rage. He draws his sword back and then gives a mighty upward swing of his blade that catches the halfling across the chest, blood spurts from the wound and Rothwillian is thrown to the ground, passing out! "Haaagh!!"
Arvhil Y
Felicia Y
Iago N
Ràghnall Y
Rothwillian N
Iago:
Current HP: 2
Spell Slots used 3/3
Felicia:
Current HP: 18
Spell Slots used: 1/2
Concentration Spell: Hex
Rothwillian:
Current HP: 0
Death Save Successes:
Death Save Fails:
Arvhil:
Current HP: 10
Spell Slots used 2/2
Concentration Spell: Searing Smite
Ràghnall:
Current HP: 4
Spell Slots used 1/2
Concentration Spell: Hunters Mark
Felicia snarls and looks back to the battle, her eyes filled with cold fury. Another burst of Eldritch energy streaks out of her hands toward hobgoblin 5, slamming into his chest.
The crackling energy slams into the hobgoblin as Rothwillian falls, the look of rage and triumph on his face turning to pain and surprise as he falls backwards eyes staring up blankly into the sky.
Cursing as the Hobgoblin strikes his lower leg, Iago reminds himself to use better footwork to keep the Hobgoblin from hitting him again. Shuffling his feet and moving side to side he lashes out with the mace hoping that his enemy cannot defend against this blow
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"By Tyr, NO!!", the paladin yells as the halfling drops to the ground. Swiftly swinging his flail, he feints low, then swings for the beast's head.
Attack:
Damage:
crit:
Fire Damage:
Arvhil's flail cracks against the Hobgoblin's head shattering helm and skull! The hobgoblin falls back crashing to the ground.
Arvhil Y
Felicia Y
Iago N
Ràghnall Y
Rothwillian N
Iago:
Current HP: 2
Spell Slots used 3/3
Felicia:
Current HP: 18
Spell Slots used: 1/2
Concentration Spell: Hex
Rothwillian:
Current HP: 0
Death Save Successes:
Death Save Fails: 1
Arvhil:
Current HP: 10
Spell Slots used 2/2
Concentration Spell: Searing Smite
Ràghnall:
Current HP: 4
Spell Slots used 1/2
Concentration Spell: Hunters Mark
Ràghnall picks up a rock and throws it at the last hobgoblin moves his hunter's mark to the last hobgoblin and lets an arrow fly.
Ràghnall concentrates, notching an arrow to his bow he lets out his breath slowly and sends an arrow thinking home through the last Hobgoblin's eye!
Iago tends to the fallen Rothwillian, tending to the halfling's wounds with a prayer to Amaunator and Roth's wounds stop bleeding.
" You're a sturdy lot, to be sure! I thought we were done for again! Will he be alright? " Gundren says peering out from behind the tree.
The group trudges on, and dark is well past dark when you finally get back to Phandalin. You've not seen any further patrols of goblinoids, and you haven't heard any evidence of goblins following behind you.
Arvhil: 3 levels of exhaustion
Iago: 3 levels of exhaustion
Ràghnall: 2 levels of exhaustion
Felicia: 2 levels of exhaustion
Rothwillian: 0 levels of exhaustion.
The town is still and quiet. A drunk, scruffy man with a red scarf tied about his arm, snores on the verandah off the Sleeping Giant tavern and an oil lamp still burns dimly outside the front door of the Stonehill Inn.
A few minutes after knocking on the Inn's door it's opened a crack revealing a sliver of the innkeeper Tolben's worried face.
" Who's there? Oh it's you, thank goodness. I was afraid the Redbrands had come back. " He says, opening the door fully and ushering everyone in quickly before shutting and bolting it. You notice the right side of his face is battered and bruised.
" You were successful in rescuing Master Gundren I see! Sildar has kept your rooms paid for and they're waiting for you upstairs. I'm afraid I can't offer you any food or ale though, the Redbrands raided my Inn earlier and took almost everything! "
"What? No food and drink? It can't be so..? Tell me you have something for us? We've come so far and through such hardships as you cannot imagine," Iago is beyond tired, his strong legs about to give way.
"Please Toblen, bring us to the rooms. We can eat our rations and rest. My companions need rest... These 'Redbrands' take our meal and mead..? He flexes a large fist in anger but everyone is sure that the big man will soon topple under the weight of the last days
Felicia, exhausted from the trek without a doubt seems to burn anew at the mention of the action of the Redbrands.
They steal from... you see light bits of fog start to rise from her fingertips once more. They steal from villagers doing nothing but working for a living. They will suffer. I will see the light fade from their eyes as my Patron welcomes them into the cold abyss of nothingness. This I... she yawns slightly, her exhaustion overriding her fervor for justice. ...swear by the gods.
With that, and her eyes weary, she trudges to the stairs, starting to undo her travelling garb even as she makes her way to the room.
Roth sighs deeply when he awakens from near-death. "I am frankly becoming sick of hearing the choir of angels. They're a bit off-key and it's driving me wild."
Arvhil almost collapses as the door is opened and the group let in.
"I fear that, at this moment, there is naught we can do to help, but rest assured that we will confront these villeins once we have recovered from rescuing Master Gundren."
The paladin retires to his room, where he falls into an exhausted sleep.
"I think even my hair hurts right now. Let us get about half-day's sleep and we'll go have some words with these people."
"They took all the ale. I could cry."
Ràghnall stumbles to his room and collapses.
" Of course, of course! Let me help you to your rooms. " Tolben says. " Master Gundren, I'm sorry but all our rooms are taken, I'll set you up a bed somewhere though. "
" That's alright, I don't plan on staying more than the night. I'll need to set out tomorrow and find my brother's campsite. " Gundren replies.
" Sleep well, I'll do my best to have breakfast for you when you wake, I should be able to get some eggs, and fresh bread. And don't worry about the Redbrands, I'll go see the townmaster in the morning, I'm sure he'll have to do something now... " Tolben says as you each slip into your rooms and drop exhausted into your beds.
You wake late in the morning to warm sunshine streaming in through your windows, you can hear the noise of the small town, already awake, and the bustle of noise from downstairs that is hopefully Tolben getting your breakfast ready.
Arvhil: 2 levels of exhaustion:
Iago: 2 levels of exhaustion:
Ràghnall: 1 levels of exhaustion:
Felicia: 1 levels of exhaustion:
Perception 23
As Ràghnall awakes he spends a few seconds sorting the noises he's hearing, he doesn't pick up on anything too unusual but amongst the noises from downstairs he hears the worried voice of a female.
Felicia staggers downstairs, still obviously tired, wearing only her thin sleeping sheathe. She is totally oblivious to anyone else at this point. Her hair is unkempt and she wipes sleep out of her eyes as she makes her way to a table near the edge of the space.
Long days and shorter nights. Stupid forced marches. Stupid fighting hobgoblins. What I wouldn't give for a candle, a good book, and a stiff brandy for a few days.
Iago follows Felicia downstairs. He has bothered to make himself presentable. He'd dressed in his tabard, breeches and boots and painted the three ochre spots on his forehead as his culture dictates.
The Cleric bears a haggard look and a tremendous hunger. To keep a man large as Iago healthy you need a considerable table. His grumbling stomach hopes there is plenty more than bread and eggs.
As Felicia comes down the stairs she's greeted by an empty common room, followed soon after by Iago. There's no sign of Tolben but after a moment Trilena, Tolben's wife, comes through the door to the kitchen. Her eyes are rimmed with red and she looks tired and worried. She swallows several times and wipes a wet cheek before speaking.
" You're up, er, can get breakfast for you? " her voice is a little hoarse. " Tolben got some bread, cheese and eggs, there's no bacon, the Redbrands took that, but Tolben managed to get a chicken from Alderleaf farm. So there's some fresh cooked if you'd like that?"
Roth yawns and stretches. "Food? I'll take it! Whatever it is, I'm sure it'll be great!"
Arvhil struggles to wake; his body sore and stiff. He forgoes putting on his armor and leaves his flail leaning against the wall where he placed it last night. Slowly he dresses and heads down stairs.
"Sorry for being late. Feel like I could use a few more days just resting and working these kinks out. How is everyone else?"
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Ràghnall staggers downstairs, looking disheveled. He walks down the stairs slowly, a combination of joint pain and trying not to loosen his assorted bandages and wraps.
"Food? Save me some. I should make it to the table in about 2 more hours." he grunts.
Felicia nods at Trilena. Some toast and eggs would be lovely. Along with whatever you have warm to drink, if anything. She says through yet another yawn as she drops heavily into the chair.
"I feel as though Ogres have walked all over my back and legs! Some food will do me the world of good though..." Iago sets about devouring any food near him but then pauses thinking that his greed might mean that Trilena and Tolben would go hungry
The Cleric gains Trilena's attention and invites her to sit alongside them. In a low voice he asks, "Trilena would you mind telling us more about the Redbrands. What kind of people they are, where they live... Who is their leader? My companions and I would like to hear all you can tell us about them. You have been kind and generous to us and I wonder if there is something we might do for the people of Phandalin in this matter..."