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Barghest) (AC 20, Flatfooted 18, Touch 11
![]() Round 2 The barghest continues its savage attack against Mutamba and the paladin, Mantooth. Bite vs. Mutamba 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (2) + 14 = 16
Claw vs. Mantooth 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (6) + 14 = 20
Claw vs. Mantooth 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (11) + 14 = 25 HIT!
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Barghest) (AC 20, Flatfooted 18, Touch 11
![]() Round 1 Fortitude Saving Throw vs. Drow Poison 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26 "I warned you all to leave me alone to have my dinner! Now you will become my dinner!" The hungry barghest lurches forward and attacks Mutamba shredding the monk to pieces with its viscous bite and deadly claws. Bite 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (6) + 14 = 20 HIT!
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Barghest) (AC 20, Flatfooted 18, Touch 11
![]() " I grow tired of this discussion. I think it is time that I had you for dinner." Before your eyes the old man suddenly transforms his shape into a huge viscous canine beast that glares at you with hunger in his eyes. Initiative Bofus Initiative 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14
Barghest Initiative 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12 Round 1 Mutamba (unresolved)
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Barghest) (AC 20, Flatfooted 18, Touch 11
![]() Mutamba wrote: "Who are you, Old Man? What are you doing?" "I am called Tsehgrab, and as to what I am doing, it appears that I am wasting my time talking to the likes of you folk." As Tirion speaks Draconic to the man he replies harshly, "I don't know what you are saying, dark fiend, but whatever vile language you are speaking I suggest you go back to your own kind and use it with them." DM Rolls:
CMB 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (16) + 16 = 32 CMB 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (12) + 16 = 28 CMB 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (3) + 16 = 19 The man indignantly turns and maneuvers through Tirion's web as if he were brushing off cobwebs. ![]()
Barghest) (AC 20, Flatfooted 18, Touch 11
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Reflex Save 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17 The strangle elderly man nimbly dodges the mesh of the webs and laughs in reply. "Hehe. Now you dare strike an old man with your arcane powers while he has turned away from you! You are indeed a dark gnome. I suspect all of your company is corrupted from the heart. I will give you my last warning before I will not be able to contain my fury and hunger. Leave here at once and never return!" ![]()
Barghest) (AC 20, Flatfooted 18, Touch 11
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Perception Check 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (7) + 16 = 23
Turning around, the man glares at you. "So you wish to attack an innocent old man! You appear to be the evil ones around here and not me. Put down the bow, halfling and I may let you live." ![]()
Barghest) (AC 20, Flatfooted 18, Touch 11
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Bluff 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (2) + 16 = 18 Bofus:
At the mention of the name Gashtar the man briefly glares in anger. Your gut instincts tell you that this man is indeed the canine beast you witnessed earlier, but in a different form. "Well apparently I don't know as much as you. What do you call him . . . Gashtar? Well, go ahead and find him and see how you can assist him with his work! I'm sure the dimwit could use all the help he can get. Then, I will let leave you to your work and me to mine! Hmm? I think its time for a little lunch." The strange man dismisses you and begins to walk away east down the road toward the ferry. ![]()
Barghest) (AC 20, Flatfooted 18, Touch 11
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Perception 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (10) + 16 = 26
With uncanny hearing, the man replies to your whisper as if you had spoken it outright. "I am most certainly from this town! How dare you say otherwise! What a rude little creature you are! Do not let my elderly and pale appearance frighten you. If I was to judge you by your appearance, I would not be standing here on this street talking with you." "Hehe. So you are going to visit the simple minded farmer, Durgin. What a nice young man he is. That is nice of you to offer help, but I believe the answer is no. He does not need your help at this time, but if you are offering assistance, then this old man will accept. I am in need of some strong humans!" ![]()
Barghest) (AC 20, Flatfooted 18, Touch 11
![]() @Bofus, Mantooth, Tirion, Mutamba
As you walk along the Dawnway, you are met by a pale gray skinned man with long fingers who greets you. "Well, you must be the Heroes from Brindol that I have heard about. I wish to thank you for all that you have done for us folk here in Drellin's Ferry. Without your help our situation would have been well . . . dire." |