Sure let's go for it!
Arianna slips out and finds Greenest's local apothecary, a family-owned business like most other shops in town run by perhaps Greenest's only two gnomes, an eccentric duo named Isli and Pip Dazzlehouse. The jittery Dazzlehouses were known for finishing others' thoughts, often assuming what their customers wanted before they could ask for it. Regardless, their products were known for their potency - "the heartiest poultices in all of Faerûn!" they'd insist.
If you want to run the encounter from here like you did in that thread, feel free.
The Governor leans over to pick up the head of Langdedrosa Cyanwrath, holding it up. This was a victory not only for the party, but for Greenest, and the surrounding region as a whole. "The proper trophy for taking down a cult leader. Outstanding work!" He smiles, plunking the head down on his desk. "I'll see to it that we put this in a more public place. Thank you again. You will have to tell me all about your victory over this cocky wannabe dragon."
"Before Leosin left for Elturel, he bought horses and riding gear for you all to help speed your journey there. They're at the dealer's stables until you're ready to leave, and all of your costs have been paid for. He mentioned he would be contacting a paladin by the name of Ontharr Frume there, so you may want to seek them out together. Of course, I imagine you'd want a bit of rest first."
The party gathers their things and exits the cave system, all traces of the cult now removed. They pass back through the abandoned camp and join the trail leading back through the outcrops and eventually beyond the tall grass of the Greenfields before the walls of Greenest come back into view.
It's a familiar sight that evokes a sense of comfort, further boosted by the guards as they wave the heroes back beyond the gates. It had only been a few days, but the locals have made pretty big gains in restoring the humble village back to what it was before that night.
You find Governor Nighthill in his office, adjusting the sling on his broken arm. He jumps in his seat as you enter, startled, his eyes widening. "By the hairy pair of Moradin... you're back!" He gets up and walks over to the party eagerly. "What of the Cult? Do you know their plans? Are they coming back? No way in the Nine Hells of Baator we'll not be prepared this time! My men will fill the streets with crushed kobold heads, they'll see!"
Eska cracks open the first of the eggs, each a three-foot tall oblong mass flecked with deep black markings. A half-developed dragon squirms out, and her second ray catches it by surprise, causing it to writhe horribly in place and cry out as it struggles for breath. The second and third eggs meet a similar fate, but that doesn't stop Brax from rushing in to tear apart what's left of the undeveloped dragons within.
The cave columns now thoroughly spattered with black shell and thin blue blood, Eska steps out of the room to avoid the worst of the putrid air. James takes more time to look around the room... but it doesn't appear the cultists had much interest in storing treasure in the hatchery.
I think Brax and James ought to make that DC 15 Con save or take 1d8 acid damage from the air.
At least the last vestiges of the cult had been removed, and now the party was to decide on where to go next...
I think you had agreed on Greenest when talking in discussion, but let me know if not.
Met Finishing Move?: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 172d6 + 3 ⇒ (3, 1) + 3 = 7
Arianna plunges her blade into the drake's neck, and hangs on as it bucks in a desperate attempt to throw her off. James & Eska slam the beast with magic, and though Brax misses, Met-Anoi'a rushes in to deliver a fatal cleave up through its maw and skull, ending it.
Out of combat
Eska's bolt flies wide, and Met nearly falls over from a clumsy attack. Arianna just manages to leap over Brax, her arm twisting as she lands atop the drake and causing it to crackle with numbness, throwing off her aim.
Writhing madly to try to attempt to throw the elf off, the drake doesn't see James' eldritch blast coming. Recovering, it flips its tail back and throws it across Arianna.
Everyone is up
Met vs Red: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Eska tosses another bolt of fire at the already-injured drake, and then Brax bellows an intense battlecry as he charges at the almost-dragon, his strike tearing through its neck and instantly killing it.
The remaining drake lunges forth, grabbing Brax's wrist in its teeth and sinking them in for a painful wound.
Everyone is up
I don't usually post much on weekends anyway, but apologies for the delay. I'll try to get this battle moving a little faster this week. Going to bot Met this round.
James and Brax take out both hiding kobolds with magic and arrow, leaving the two drakes. Eska lines up a fire bolt and lobs it down at one of the two drakes.
Met-Anoi'a steps past Brax and walks down to the landing, holding his greatsword out as if he to provoke the drakes to come at him. They oblige him, prowling up to the paladin with their fangs bared. Met strikes first...
CLEAVE! Great sword attack vs Red: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22
Bite: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 71d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Everyone is up
Red: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Green: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
Rp: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
B: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
Y: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17
Eska: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13
Brax: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
Arianna: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12
James: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Met-Anoia: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
Red: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (12) + 0 = 12
Green: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (8) + 0 = 8
B: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
Y: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
Rp: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (11) - 1 = 10
Brax quietly steps into the room, the nasty air already beginning to painfully bite at the tissue in his lungs. Met-Anoi'a creeps not far behind him, and the duo get close to the stairs. Just as Brax nears the top step, two bottles fly from the east towards him.
.. But they sail too high, and end up shattering against the far cavern wall. Their contents, a thick, black ooze drips down the wall. Looking to the east, you now see the two kobolds who had thrown them tucked behind a ledge.
The noise causes both drakes to jump and turn on Brax and Met-Anoi'a with a startled, angry stare.
Everyone is up
The party discusses what to do about the dragon eggs, the idea of keeping them to raise them even being considered. Perhaps using the cult's resources against them could prove advantageous, but raising a dragon, as James suggests, is no small feat.
For this reason and more, you all agree to go egg smashing, and travel back inside the cave system, now mostly abandoned and almost too quiet. Back through the tunnel and into the room where the mighty Langdedrosa Cyanwrath had fallen, you again get a whiff of that same thick, acrid air emanating from the adjacent hatchery room.
As mentioned earlier, given the environment, every 5 minutes spent in this room by a non-draconic creature requires a DC 10 Con save. You had spotted the drakes earlier, and again now. There are three eggs inside the pit where the drakes are. One of them is tucked behind a column. How did you want to approach?
Good stuff guys, I think we've got a plan coming together here. Before I update and move us along: what are we doing about the eggs? It looks like Eska and James may want to leave them as-is?
Re: the map, you're very familiar with the route between the camp and Greenest. You're less familiar with the route between Greenest and Elturel (where Leosin is), but he provided very clear directions. From Mondath's crude map, it seems like Beregost is much further out.
If you go back to Greenest, it isn't unreasonable you'd be able to buy a more detailed map of all of these locations or have someone draw one at the very least.
Either way is fine with me, not forcing you to go to Elturel. You know how to get there thanks to Leosin, but you don't really know how to get to Beregost (nor how long it would take) save for the crude map you found in Mondath's room. If that's the way the party wants to go though, that's what we'll do.
Regarding your next destination, Leosin had said to meet him and the paladin, Ontharr Frume (with whom Brax has a close connection), in the town of Elturel once you complete the cult recon. Your reward will be waiting there as well. You're aware as adventurers that the route to Elturel takes you back through Greenest should there be anything you need to do/resupply there.
The team decides they're unlikely to be able to take down two more tougher-looking drakes and whatever other stragglers may still be within the enemy's lair, and so they depart back the way they came.
Soon you're back outside and into the camp where Mayna and the thieves had carted you in. They're long gone, of course, and the remnants of the cultists' camp looks as though it's being used by hunters as a place to temporarily store their kill as well. None of them seem you really pay you much mind.
1d6 ⇒ 4
Without the presence of evil, the camp makes for a perfect spot to, well, camp, and to digest both rations and the day of success and glory that preceded.
When you wake up, you will be Level 4.
James, Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
Eska, Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
Met, P: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13
Arianna, P: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14
The foul smell intensifies as the party makes their way east, and it quickly becomes difficult to breathe. A set of steps leads to a wide area containing dragon eggs. Three of them, from what you can see, the third tucked behind a pile of similar-covered stones behind one of the columns. They're about three feet tall and look pretty heavy.
James and Eska notice two more guard drakes hidden behind the stalactites, though unlike those you had fought earlier, these ones have black scales.
Given the environment here, every 5 minutes spent in this room by a non-draconic creature requires a DC 10 Con save
Eska doesn't bother checking for traps. Perhaps the successful takedown of Cyanwrath had her filled with confidence. Luckily for her, as she turns the key and the chest opens up, nothing bad seems to happen.
Inside are very valuable looking goods: a string of pearls, a gold-and-sapphire ring, and a red pouch containing a half-dozen masterfully cut and polished precious stones.
Arianna finds that Mondath is long gone, and the cave system has been generally explored save for one dark room to the east, from which a humid, acrid smell comes.
There's one room left in the caves, though you guys aren't in the best shape after the last fight. What did you want to do?
We'll get to the bodies in a bit.
While the party works to get both Brax and Met'Anoi'a back to their feet, James takes a better look around the room.
The chamber has been enlarged and reshaped from its original form. The floor and three of the walls are smooth, and stalactites and stalagmites have been polished into gleaming columns. Every surface glistens with moisture, and the air is warm and humid. The flat walls of the chamber are decorated with shallow abstract carvings of dragons. Dragons’ tails coil into intricate patterns and knots that flow across the walls.
The creature portrayed in the northwest corner stands out: a five-headed dragon, rising from an erupting volcano. Other dragons, which seem dwarfed by the five-headed monstrosity, flock to its side. It looks like black dragons are overrepresented. Almost half the dragons shown appear to be black dragons, and James finds that many of the black dragon carvings have holes in their mouths.
A small, wooden chest with silver and mother-of-pearl inlays sits on the floor in the corner, in front of the monstrous dragon carving. Alas, it is locked!
Eska rallies up any last bit of strength she has, coming up behind Cyanwrath and plunging her dagger deep into his back. The man-dragon keels over, still chuckling with insanity. Trying to absently swat Haliel away only distracts him, and the smirk on James' face is the last thing he sees as the bright flash of an eldritch blast tears through his skull, forever ending the reign of one Langdedrosa Cyanwrath.
Out of combat!
There's going to be a slight delay on updates, but probably only a day or so, if that. For some reason, they have not yet turned on the air conditioning in my apartment building, and the temp. is going to be close to 100 with humidity for the rest of the week up here. I'm heading to stay with my parents in their air conditioned home before I melt.
Charging my lasers...: 1d6 ⇒ 3
GS: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 82d6 + 4 ⇒ (3, 6) + 4 = 13
GS, MA: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 232d6 + 4 ⇒ (1, 3) + 4 = 8
"Finally, after years of crushing weak opponents, I have found an acutal challenge!" Cyanwrath laughs in between choking up thick blood, both James and Brax's attacks further injuring the brute. "I've earned dozens of single strike victories, just like I did with that armored man you stormed into the camp with." He points down at his belt yet again, and there you see it - the rotting head of Raakuzedu’lon’ros. "Soon, you will join him, elf!"
Turning back to Arianna, the half-dragon takes another two strikes, the second tearing through the elf's armor and deep into her flesh. Arianna takes 8
Met Death Save: 1d20 ⇒ 19
Everyone is up
Recharge R2: 1d6 ⇒ 1
Recharge R3: 1d6 ⇒ 1
Recharge R4: 1d6 ⇒ 5
Blue blood pours from the two deep wounds Arianna and James inflict on the man-dragon. He holds his greatsword at his side and bursts into a roaring, deafening laugh. "HAHAHA. The best part is that you actually think you will kill me here and continue on your... heroic quest. And to that I say... You are mistaken. You do remember I am part dragon, do you not?"
Throwing his head back, Langdedrosa's maw flashes and buzzes as it builds up a current. He leans forward and breathes pure lightning in a line, hitting both Eska and James.
Lightning damage: 4d10 ⇒ (3, 4, 9, 4) = 20
Everyone is up
Well, I did let James have some fun with his familiar (which should have been an imp, but let's face it, his angel is way more fitting) and even choose a UA class originally, but nerfed his Lucky trait in return.
Those books should be okay for spells, I just don't want any third-party stuff. If something looks clearly OP, however, the nerf hammer may come out ;)
GS: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 72d6 + 4 ⇒ (5, 5) + 4 = 14
GS: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 132d6 + 4 ⇒ (3, 6) + 4 = 13
"Allies? I need no allies. Look at how many heads hang from my belt! I did this all on my own!" The man-dragon boasts as he glances down at his waist, which indeed hangs with the skulls in various states of decay.
"First the elf, then the dwarf, and then I shall dine on angel wing. Mmmmmyes. I shall pluck your feathers one by one, and line my belt with them to remember how I destroyed you. Next, I will place one of those cult worms inside you. Then you will be reborn as a drake, your body a personal prison through which you will serve the Cult. Ha ha ha!"
Arianna's strike draws Cyanwrath's first blood, and shuts him up. He stumbles back as James' eldritch blast mars his chest with ashen cuts.
The man-dragon lifts his greatsword over head and swings at Arianna. She hops over the first attack and ducks under the next, Cyanwrath's blade carving a dusty gash in the cavern ground. He missed.
Met, Death Save, Round 5: 1d20 ⇒ 1
Everyone is up
GA vs Met: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 231d12 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
GA vs Met: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 81d12 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
Cyanwrath vs Met: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 92d6 + 4 ⇒ (5, 4) + 4 = 13
Cyanwrath vs Met: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 262d6 + 4 ⇒ (1, 4) + 4 = 92d6 ⇒ (4, 1) = 5
Arianna and Brax slash open the berserker several more times, blood spilling from his dozens of wounds. Seems it's only his anger that keeps him just barely clinging to life.
"Big words for a puny insect like you. I could crush you with a single finger." Langdedrosa showers Haliel in a spray of bad breath.
From opposite sides, the berserker and the brawny man-dragon cut open Met-Anoi'a's body, bringing the tiefling to his knees. "Too easy!" Cyanwrath's horrible laugh fills the cave as he pulls his bloodied greatsword out of Met-Anoi'a's unconscious form.
Met is KO'ed here. Attacks vs the berserker are still at Advantage
Everyone is up
CLEAVE! Great sword attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24
Cyanwrath v Eska: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
Cyanwrath v Eska: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Cyanwrath v Eska: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
Cyanwrath v Eska: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 162d6 + 4 ⇒ (3, 3) + 4 = 10
Greataxe vs Met: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
Greataxe vs Met: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 231d12 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
The berserker reels back as an eldritch blast slams into him, and Arianna tears open another barbarian just opposite Met-Ano'ia. Met spins back, swinging his big blade at the crazed man to score another critical wound.
Growling in rage, the yellow-eyed berserker turns to Brax just in time for the dwarf to cut cleanly through his calves, ending him.
"Stop your cowering and fight me, you fool!" Cyanwrath spits at Eska, raising his greatsword over his head and bringing it down, the blade carving open Eska's shoulder. "Ha ha ha! Look at how you bleed!" Eska takes 10
The berseker shouts a war cry, all the veins in his body bulging as he flies into a blind rage, wounding Clockwise: 1d2 ⇒ 2 Arianna. For 7 damage
Attacks vs the berseker have Advantage on this round
Everyone is up
Met asked me to bot him this round
Greatsword v Eska: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 142d6 + 4 ⇒ (5, 3) + 4 = 12
MA, Greatsword v Eska: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 82d6 + 4 ⇒ (3, 2) + 4 = 9
Greataxe: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 211d12 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Greataxe: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 151d12 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
James throws another blast of eldritch magic at Frulam Mondath, hitting her square in the chest. She falls to her knees, blood trickling down her face as she looks up at Arianna. "My death will be meaningless, and I do not care. There are many more like me. I'm but a peon in my service to the Cult, just as you were," she starts to laugh, looking up at Arianna. "The difference is I chose to stay committed to the Tiamat's calling... while you... puppet... you were part of something great, and gave it all up!"
Coughing a spray of blood at Arianna's boots, she watches as the elf holds her sword over her head. "To have another chance, and refuse it... That... that will be your greatest regret." Mondath whispers a draconic prayer as the blade begins to fall.
Meanwhile, on the other end of the same cavern...
"Always knew she was much too frail!" Cyanwrath sneers. "Just like the rest of you! All playthings for I, the great, powerful Langdedrosa Cyanwrath!" The man-dragon swings his greatsword diagonally across Eska. She shifts to dodge it. He hurls the blade back up with a clumsy pivot, again missing the evasive sorceress.
Met-Ano'a digs his feet in and lays his full strength into his blade while Brax hones his dwarven might, both heroes tearing into the berserker. The berserkers turn and swing their greataxes again, one managing to wound Brax a little more. Brax takes 8
Everyone is up
Green v Met: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 241d12 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 101d12 ⇒ 10
Green v Met: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 101d12 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Yellow v Brax: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 191d12 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15
Yellow v Brax: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 221d12 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
It's easy to see that many of the wounds Frulam Mondath had endured in the earlier fight remain, and hamper her movements. She only barely avoids Arianna's arrow, but doesn't see James' blast coming, shrieking in agony as her insides burn. She wavers, using her halbred for balance as the pain subsides. "Bastards. Perhaps I may die here, but not before I take one of you first. For the Dragon Queen!"
Eska focuses on Cyanwrath, calling out a threat at the scaled hulk. He snaps his fingers at his minions as if to signal them, then glowers down at Eska. "A rematch you will come to regret, weakling!" He throws his head back, gasping for air before jutting forward and exhaling a blast of lightning at Eska.
Meanwhile, the two berserk guards charge at Met-Anoi'a and Brax, the paladin cutting open one of them. The swing their greataxes back, both heroes wounded by the attacks. Met takes 20, Brax takes 6
Any attacks made against the two guards in the next round have Advantage
Everyone is up
Once Brax is back in a more reasonable condition, Eska and Arianna start to make their way down the stairs... but Eska fumbles as the tunnel opens to another room, grabbing the wall to break her fall.
She looks up just as Arianna and the rest of the party join her, and there he is: The maniacal musclebound half-man, half-dragon: Langdedrosa Cyanwrath. He stands with his arms folded, flanked by two humans armed with greataxes. Even still, further into the shrine waits Frulam Mondath, who wraps a bandage around a wound in her arm.
"You survived! I don’t know whether to be disappointed or pleased. It’s a mix of both, I think!"
"I told you they were here, you numbskull," Frulam retorts. "Though I had a feeling they'd leave before I got another chance to kill them. Especially the girl," she laughs at Arianna. "Or perhaps she had a change of heart, and wants to reunite, after all. The offer still stands, by the way. Go easy on her, Langdedrosa."
Langdedrosa smacks his fist into his palm. "Offer? Go easy on her? Hahahaha!" He leans forward, his greatsword trained on Eska. "No, I say. They die, all of them!"
Initiative, Boss Battle GO!:
Green: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Yellow: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
Mondath: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (10) + 0 = 10
Cyanwrath: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
Eska: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Brax: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10
Arianna: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
James: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
Met-Anoia: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
Everyone is up
At some point, I stopped tracking ammunition. Sooo.. let's just honor system that and I'll believe you if you say you still have ammo.
Brax and James fire at the remaining drakes, who really can't avoid the eldritch magic and bolts for long. They're quickly pelted down by repeated fire.
Afterwards, Arianna starts for the stairs from where the kobolds had ascended, but before she reaches the first step, she notices that it's rigged to drop a portion of the ceiling above the ledge next to the drake pit. At least she can warn the others, now, before they make their way down.
Down the stairs, thin mattresses of straw covered with badly cured furs form small beds that are haphazardly positioned around the chamber. Rats and small lizards scurry through the food scraps and moldy wine skins littering the floor. Searching through the room, the party collects a total of 38 gp, 152 sp, and 704 cp all sorted into... eighty-eight sacks of exactly 8 copper coins each.
Other loot? Dozens of dragon-themed talismans and amulets are carved from bone, soapstone, wood, and ivory. The workmanship on most is terrible, but four have a unique, if savage, artistic flair, and must be of some value.
A set of stairs leads to a tunnel to the southeast.
The last kobold is flung against the wall from a combination of the party's attacks. The drakes growl and snap their jaws through the gate, angry that their meal is out of reach, and lacking the intelligence to figure out how they might get through.
Technically out of combat here, since the threats that do exist in the area can't really target you. What do you want to do with them?
Dex, winged: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Lock smash?: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21
Dmg: 1d4 ⇒ 2
Brax finishes off another kobold with a well-aimed bolt, while James uses Haliel's distraction to toss a blast so accurate and so deadly that the kobold is turned into a brownish cloud of dust.
Eska's acid drips from the wings of the final flying foe, who dives for the lock just as its companions did, using a stone to smash at it. A chunk of metal flies as a portion of the lock is destroyed, but the gate remains shut for now...
Everyone is up
Talked to Met, he said to bot him this round, so!
Arianna adds one more kobold to the pile of corpses. Eska turns and gives chase, her daggers tearing through the wings of a kobold. Blood pours from its body, yet it stubbornly remains in flight.
Brax wounds a drake, while Met-Anoi'a fumbles horribly with his whip as attempts to slap the creature out of the air. The winged kobold sputters down at the gate's lock and starts smashing at it, while the two others fly away from Arianna, and towards the gate.
Everyone is up
Rock: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 101d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Sling: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 211d4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Arianna takes down another kobold, and James fries whatever remains of the green-eyed drake with another blast of eldritch magic.
A winged kobold ascends above Arianna's head, and dives across the room, hovering just above the pit the drakes are in.
Another floats up above her head, a jagged rock in its claw, and drops it from above. It falls short of the elf, bouncing down the stairs. The kobold behind catches it, loads it into its sling and flings it back at Arianna, bruising her. Arianna takes 6
Everyone is up
A smart move!
Eska rips a large enough hole in the kobold's wings that it loses its ability to fly, and sputters to the ground. She stomps on its head to finish it off.
Seeing he's outnumbered and likely to be ripped apart by the army of drakes, Brax shuts the gate, watching as it the latch clicks shut from the same side he had entered in from. He quickly rushes back up the steps.
James, Arianna, and Met are up
Green Bite v Brax: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 61d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Green Tail v Brax: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 241d4 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Yellow Bite v Brax: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 181d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Yellow Tail v Brax: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 181d4 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Winged vs Eska: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 81d4 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Brax's battleaxe is awfully uncooperative today, and he whiffs once more.
The winged kobold swoops low with its dagger aimed for Eska, but she turns, dodging the attack. Not so with Brax, who takes another pair of bites from the drakes, reopening the wounds Met-Anoi'a had just healed. Brax takes 16
Everyone is up