Chestman aides his allies by thumping a lizard!
Krishka rolls out of the bed onto her feet, thankful that she neither used the blanket nor got undressed, and rushed towards the kitchen. Drawing her blade, the giant rat got dealt with before she could even swing. She grunted and continued onwards.
Chestman aides his allies by thumping a lizard!
Greatclub: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23; 1d10 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
The hit strikes true, and the Trog is injured!
Tavern Tale grunts as she takes a heavy blow from one of the troglodytes. Nonetheless, she takes a quick-but-careful 5-foot step, maneuvering to give one of her friends an opportunity to flank the creature (and hopeful that she herself might be in a flanking position before the end of the fight).
I really need some fighting lessons! I think I've got the theories and some of the techniques figured out, but my execution is atrocious!
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Tavern Tale grunts as she takes a heavy blow from one of the troglodytes. Nonetheless, she takes a quick-but-careful 5-foot step, maneuvering to give one of her friends an opportunity to flank the creature (and hopeful that she herself might be in a flanking position before the end of the fight).
I really need some fighting lessons! I think I've got the theories and some of the techniques figured out, but my execution is atrocious!
[dice=Vesica +2 sap]1d20+3 for [dice=bludgeoning, magic, nonlethal damage]1d6+3
You miss with that hit. The Trog faces Chestman, though, and not you. You're flanking him.
The trog jumps back to avoid having its guts spilled out all over the floor, but not quite fast enough to avoid the nasty cut from Sea Ranger's curved blade. The druid dodges the creature's return attack, ducking under the blow and trying to finish his foe. Scout screeches loudly as a distraction, the eagle trying to gouge out one of its eyes with its wickedly sharp beak. Unfortunately, neither of the attacks are particularly effective...
The trog jumps back to avoid having its guts spilled out all over the floor, but not quite fast enough to avoid the nasty cut from Sea Ranger's curved blade. The druid dodges the creature's return attack, ducking under the blow and trying to finish his foe. Scout screeches loudly as a distraction, the eagle trying to gouge out one of its eyes with its wickedly sharp beak. Unfortunately, neither of the attacks are particularly effective...
Scimitar Attack (vs. Favored Enemy): 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 2 = 9
Scimitar Damage: 1d6 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 3 + 2 = 10Scout's Bite Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
Bite Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2
Both are misses. The trogs move in for a second attack. Against Chestman and Sea Ranger! Using their clubs!
Bypassing the mess that was once a rat, Gothia moves to engage the 2 Trogs fighting her comrades.
Attack:
Damage:
Bypassing the mess that was once a rat, Gothia moves to engage the 2 Trogs fighting her comrades.
Attack: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14
Damage: 1d10 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18
The hit was dead on, and you kill a trog.
Tavern Tale blurts out a quick cheer as Gothia terminates one of the trogs before again trying to whack one herself. The bard's unable to contain a squeal of excitement as her strike catches her foe flush on its scaly temple!
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Tavern Tale blurts out a quick cheer as Gothia terminates one of the trogs before again trying to whack one herself. The bard's unable to contain a squeal of excitement as her strike catches her foe flush on its scaly temple!
Vesica +2 sap (flanking): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23 for bludgeoning, magic, nonlethal damage (SA): 1d6 + 3 + 1d6 ⇒ (1) + 3 + (1) = 5
Vesica +2 sap (flanking...CONFIRM?): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20 for additional bludgeoning, magic, nonlethal damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
The second trog is knocked out. Still alive and breathing, of course, but no longer conscious.
"I did it!" TT squeaks, sounding as surprised as she is excited. "Think we can communicate with this thing once it comes around?" she asks her friends even as she loots her fallen foe.
"I did it!" TT squeaks, sounding as surprised as she is excited. "Think we can communicate with this thing once it comes around?" she asks her friends even as she loots her fallen foe.
The trog has a purse filled with 20 gp and 5 sp. He also had a club.
You mean force it to tell us where the other lizards are? I doubt it.
The trog is still out.
TT shrugs at Chestman's words. "You're probably right. I was thinking more about the number of trogs we'd face in the swamp...along with how many cultists we might be leaving behind in the village to go about converting other innocents while we're away."
Aye, you have a good point.
”The trogs arr our enemies in this, but they are still people. Taking prisoners is probably better in the long run to reduce hatred and perhaps make it easier to get a ceasefire of hostilities later.”
"Now where did they come from and how did they get into the Temple?"
"Now where did they come from and how did they get into the Temple?"
There is a secret door that is known by the Troglodytes that was installed recently. The door leads to the graveyard.
Sea Ranger shakes his head as they locate this third secret door. "This place is riddled with hidden passages, I wonder if the other two were originally built along with the temple itself or if they're newer. Not as new as this one, in any case. Let's finish up our rest. Maybe we can block this one." But first, let's get that unconscious trog secured.
Well shall we get back to sleep or haul the live one in?
The purification ritual is not complete.
Well shall we get back to sleep or haul the live one in?
Sea Ranger picks up where he left off, heading to sleep and waiting for his own shift at guard duty as Gothia works to purify the temple...
Tavern Tale keeps watch over the tied-up trog while Gothia finishes up her ritual to cleanse the temple. Checking the wound she received in the fight, the bard finds that it's mostly superficial and should heal up by morning without needing a cure light wounds spell.
Shouldn't leave a scar; I'll save my last spell in case we get any more nighttime visitors.
Zzzzzzzzz
After making sure the purification ritual is going well, and that someone is on guard, Krishka silently disappears back to bed, stepping around the dead mimic with a disgusted look.
Nothing happens the rest of the night. It was a regular night, although the temple was warmed by a fire. Everyone did sleep. Except those that volunteered to watch.
Umph....Let's get this one hauled off. Chestman will help get the prisoner carried.
Yes, it's morning. The clouds were red as the sun came up, meaning that a storm is on the horizon. Also, Gothia completed her consecration spell. That made everything better and realized. The temple is rededicated to Merrikka.
The Trog awakes, and is bound and gagged by the group. The kitchen can be used to make your breakfast.
Briggi has ale for breakfast of course!
Krishka is not making a mess of the kitchen, but somehow it feels surprising that she isn’t. She clearly has very little idea of what she is doing, but thankfully she is sticking to simple, boiling water with some jerky to make a stew, with a few dried veggies and fruits tossed in. Being an actual kitchen, she did find a pantry with eggs of all things. ”Anyone want to make these eggs while I work on stew?”
The druid grins at Krishka. "I can handle eggs, I think. As long as everyone is fine with scrambled." Sea Ranger gets to work, presuming there are no objections.
As they cook and then eat, the half-elf ventures his thoughts on how they should tackle the day. "We can see if our trog captive is willing to talk. Whether or not he does, we have that map, and with Scout's help I think we can use it to find their stronghold. Once we've seen the trog secured in the jail, we should let the mayor know our plans, then grab enough gear and rations for the journey. And bug repellent." He adds with a chuckle.
Anyone speak lizard?
"I do not believe that will be necessary. We know where we need to go and how to get there. Let us gather our gear, drop this beast off with the mayor and his constables and be off into the swamp to destroy this evil. I fear this was just the tip of the spear..."
The paladin looks ready to go, but a close look will reveal her sunken eyes and lines of fatigue upon her brow.
Did you gag the trog?
Krishka would give the trog a few bites, just enough to not starve to death. So the trog will have a chance to speak, assuming he cooperates anyway. Krishka has a mean right hook, and any trouble means no breakfast for him.
The trog eats hungrily.
Fine, the lizard's tummy is full. Let's just drop em off and go hunting.
TT isn't sure what the best way to proceed is. Still, proceeding in some way seems imperative. As the party takes the troglodyte to the mayor or constable for safekeeping, the bard asks the creature (in stilted Common), "Why Reptile God make trogs raid human village?"
"Raid for converts," the Trog replies back in stilted Common.
"Well, that was helpful," the bard says out of the corner of her mouth to her allies. I think the term "convert" implies a certain amount of free will and choice.... That thought gives her an idea for some follow-up questions.
"Do you know if anyone in the village willingly serves your Reptile God of their own free will, or are all of its converts kidnap victims? And how does this god convert people in the first place? What's so appealing about its goals or doctrine?"
"Our god charms people," said the trog in broken common. "Some become food."
"Good to know," TT says. "I have no way of breaking a charm effect. Maybe killing this Reptile God will free charmed townsfolk from the cult and the naga's sway."
Chestman has no questions
"Is the Reptile God truly a naga?" The druid asks curiously. Then he turns to more tactical considerations. "How many of your kind dwell at the stronghold? How many of these 'converts' do you have? Do you have other allies among your numbers?"
Krishka raises an alternate line of questioning ”And just what makes you think you haven’t been charmed by your god?”
"Is the Reptile God truly a naga?" The druid asks curiously. Then he turns to more tactical considerations. "How many of your kind dwell at the stronghold? How many of these 'converts' do you have? Do you have other allies among your numbers?"
"Yes, she is truly a naga," says the Trog. "We are many, most of us just want to be left alone."
Krishka raises an alternate line of questioning ”And just what makes you think you haven’t been charmed by your god?”
His pupils dilate at the question.
