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Dm, the saving throw for lightning bolt is dex, and a successful save only blocks half damage.

Yes it is the gargoyle in the mm

The gargoyle claws and bites at the chuul holding it.
Attack(Claws): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24
Damage(Claws): 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Attack(Bite): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Damage(Bite): 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Eldon Turns and shoots the third chuul (chuul c) with his right wand, the smelted shaft of the wand glowing as a bolt of lightning shoots out of it at the Chuul.

Chuul saving throw: 1d20 ⇒ 14
Damage: 8d6 ⇒ (2, 3, 5, 1, 2, 3, 1, 5) = 22

Eldon shakes himself out of his stupor and touches his left wand to the deck. The wand grows outward and into the deck as a root-like tendril flows through the wood and spurts up in front of the Chuul still on the deck, next to Lady Slashiir. The wood grows up and forms a vaguely humanoid shape before solidifying into stone. The gargoyle spreads it's wings and shrieks at the Chuul. (Conjure minor elementals)

Sorry I missed a couple of turns, have been really busy recently. It won't happen again :)

At everyone's sudden shouts Eldon raises his head from his book. Upon seeing the bubbles moving towards the ship he jumps up and fumbles for his wands.

Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19

Eldon stares at the dwarf silently for nearly a minute before he adjusts his glasses and says. I'm sorry, sir, but I, and I'm sure most of the crew would be of similar thought to me on this, do not share your deathwish. Good day. With that Eldon returns to his bag against the mast, muttering something about compensation.

Eldon stares at the dwarf for a few seconds before reluctantly placing down his book and approaching him. I am both. You'd find most wizards are. He gazes at the distant city. I assume from your opinion of conversation that you have something worth such "trivial matters" to ask me. He states, looking at the dwarf next to him over his glasses.

Eldon sits on a small bag, leaning back against the ships mast. His beard sways slightly in the wind as he stares inquisitively towards the startled Elf and the Tiefling over his small round glasses. He looks back down to his book, his momentary interest passing in favor of his research. This trip is the perfect opportunity to catch up on recent develops in regard to the apparent blight over the land; although none of his colleagues seem to have made much progress.

He reaches down to pat the head of his small fey companion, although few could tell that Kriv wasn't an ordinary lizard. Kriv could always tell when Eldon was stressed, and now he was more stressed than ever.

Eldon here, profile still needs a little filling, will do it this afternoon.