
Arrack Stormbringer |

will: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16
I'm guessing this is the sleep spell?... ohh boy.. If so arrack is gonna be maaaaad
EDIT: I forgot to add in dual minded... derp. I need to add that to my base will save. my roll is supposed to be an 18. First half elf... again, if its an enchantment effect I get ANOTHER +2... thats a roll of 20 in total. lol.

Orlpar Amalith |

Orlpar continues to the stage.
"Stand down! Drop your sword!" he shouts at the man attacking the duke.
If no pause, he will attack (assuming he can get close enough).
attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21
damage (if hit): 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4 (heavy mace)

DM Ashman |

As the adventurers stand for a brief second after Willow the mighty sorceress spell is cast. The thug that was threatening Orlpar falls to ground in a sleep. Sil still feeling cheated by fate kicks the tiefling in the face. Arrack looks confused as the next thug falls a sleep. The mysterious man and the Duke are sluggish. Then the Duke strikes a killing blow on the mysterious man.
You are unworthy to be a scion of Lord Bhaal! The Duke yells at the corpses. The Duke then starts to transform there is a sick bone cracking sound as the Duke bends over. The flesh around the Duke's body appears to rend is itself like ripped paper. The Duke instantly turns into a hulking blood soaked corpse.
The former Duke now Bhaalspawn creature lumbers towarsd the adventurers and remaining crowd.
Please roll initiative
Bhaalspawn Slayer : 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
Everyone in the group is at the edge of the stage together.

Arrack Stormbringer |

"Witchcraft,sorcery, and undead! Raaaggghhhh! Everything I hate wrapped in one package. DIE!!!"
After seeing the magic, the duke magically morph into this (presumably) undead looking monster, memories are brought back to his formind and boiling hatred is all he knows. He is no longer in town, he is back in the frozen plains, back where he had lost everything
Arrack charges the beast in blind hate. Believing he had been deceived. His mighty sword prepared for a telling blow.
charge attack (assuming close enough).
aattack: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (7) + 11 = 18
damage: 2d6 + 9 ⇒ (3, 6) + 9 = 18

DM Ashman |

Attack Order
Arrack initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
Sil int: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13
Willow Initiative: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12
Bhaalspawn Slayer : 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
Orlpar init: 1d20 ⇒ 2
Willow it is is not undead
Arrack charges the beast in a blind rush leaving himself open as his swings bites the creature.
Sil your up

Slivan "Sli" Simmeran |

Sli sheaths his rapier and knocks an arrow. Sli pulls back on his bow and takes aim.
"Alright you filthy spawn of bhaal not today!"
attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
don't I add dex in for bow damage? if not I can reroll

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Sli,pretty sure dex is just to hit
*Willow will attack with her light crossbow*
Thwack: 1d20 ⇒ 2 I am normally at +4 but I do not have precise shot so that's a -4.
Pain: 1d8 ⇒ 1
edit: Hands Arrack his dice back, ugh*

Orlpar Amalith |

When Orlpar is up I will cast Bless.
*Friendlies receive +1 attack and +1 saving throws for 2 minutes (12 rounds iirc)*

DM Ashman |

The Bhaalspawn targets the creature that caused it pain. Focusing on the young barbarian. The creature will use its claws to slash at him. As the claws slice into Arrack, the mighty Spawn seems to be filled with glee. The young warrior though hurt still stands. The blood drips from his chest where the creature had made to cuts very deeply. The attack made by the Spawn, leaves him open.
to hit 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
Claw DMG together2d8 + 2 ⇒ (6, 5) + 2 = 13
those close get at AOO

Slivan "Sli" Simmeran |

Sli snatches another arrow from his quiver and takes aim. Taking a deep breath he tries to calm himself.
attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21
damage: 1d8 - 1 ⇒ (5) - 1 = 4

DM Ashman |

Sil arrow streaks through the air, as it does it begins to shimmer. The arrow then becomes covered in a silver streak. The arrow pireces the mighty spawn, there is a gasp from the creature. The creature stops and gurgles then falls over dead. Crowd waits for second to see what happens. At this point the Watch comes running in to support the adventures. After a brief moment you each realize that the fight is over. The crowd gives a cheer!
What do you guys do?

Slivan "Sli" Simmeran |

Sli looks around for any more danger. Still absorbing what he just witnessed he realizes his mouth is open.
"Willow, Arrack are you two okay?"
"Orlpar how about you?"

Arrack Stormbringer |

As the beast falls Arrack continues to whack at it with his sword until the point his rage is used up for the day (about 4 more rounds) Or is forcefully subdued. At which point he will look around, exhausted and will say.
I wanted to make sure It was dead.... almost innocently. Quite the change from the raving barbarian only moments before.

DM Ashman |

After Sil's comment and Willow's attempt to find a someone in charge. A few hearty folk step up and say. These are our heros! The crowd erupts in big applause. The adventurers gather together around Willow as she continues to look around. A young man darkly handsome and graceful. He is dressed in sumptuous robe. He leans close to Willow.
My name is Imbralyn Skood. My master bids me to discover who took Abdel Adrian's life. If you wish to save Bauldur's Gate from the rot festering inside it, meet me at the Three Old Kegs. I will be there until four bells".

Slivan "Sli" Simmeran |

Sli looks around as the people cheer and he takes a deep bow with a huge smile on his face.
"adventuring company?...let me get back to you in that. But I am Slivan my friends and foes regard me as Sli."
Sli eyes a few pretty girls, winks and flashes a smile.

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"Arrack, These two gentlemen just helped us out, perhaps we should at least introduce ourselves and get some medical aid for that wound you have sustained"
* She will approach the elf and half elf*
"Thank you for your aid, I am Willow Feywind recently arrived from Neverwinter"
I totally forgot that we had not all met one another 8>)

Slivan "Sli" Simmeran |

"Hello and nice to meet you Willow. I am Slivan Simmeran but you can call me Sli. Your help was and is much appreciated." "I come from Nashkel in seek of oppertunities and adventure"

DM Ashman |

A elderly man, dressed in red robes, with wizards hat. A long pipe is in his left hand. He smiles at the group overhearing them and then he winks at them. He looks at the crowd and says. I think the woman said their name was Feywild Willow!.
That's a great name yells one of the citizens.
As Arrack stands and his wounds dressed. The crowd parts as tall man approaches, his tabard shows a clenched gautlet, wreathed in fire. They symbol of the Flaming Fist.
Greetings Warrior The tall man says directly to Arrack.
I am Ulder Ravengard, commander of Wyrm's Rock and -as of right now-marshall of the Flaming Fist mercenary company. Duke Adrain had been our marshal. The Watch was responsible for his safety here ans should have protected him. We are indebted to you.
Please meet at Wyrm's Rock, where we can have a proper introduction. You could be of great service to our city. I hope you do not disapprove my good appraisal of you. You will find I can be valuable friend. plan As Ravengard walks away, a dozen hard bitten plain clothes figure melt away from their positions, shadowing the marshal, their eyes prowling the crowd, stalls, and eaves.

Arrack Stormbringer |

As tired as he is he manages to introduce himself to the other two
"I AM Arrack Stormbringer former member of the tribe of the wolf, wave rider, survivor, and warrior. That was a good shot friend." He speaks to Sli
"Though I do feel a sword is a more trustworthy weapon!"
As the man of the flaming fist speaks arracks suspicious nature takes hold again,
SenseMotive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17

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well, what my CHARACTER wants to do is go grab some ZZZs and heal up. So he is ready to meet the merc capt. of the flaming fist. He doesn't ask many questions normally... but.
Arrack will go around to villagers that seem like they know there left shoe from there right shoe and ask if they know anything about the men in robes and what that thing was that the duke got morphed into.
speaking of thugs... did those mercs leave them laying there? Cuz Arrack wanted to talk to one... after some sleep.

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Did the captain want to speak with us immediately?
*I will attempt to speak with the watch captain on a variety of topics in order of importance*
1."Pardon, good sir but do you suppose we could trouble you for some healing for our brave companion?"
2."What in the nine hells did we just witness"
3."Do you know of a man called Imbralyn Skood?"

Slivan "Sli" Simmeran |

remember we only have until "4 bells" if we wish to speak with Skood
Sli looks around for a moment scanning the area.
perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14
"What an interesting afternoon I tell you"