Greypelt would soon find that the little gnome snack was a bit spicier than he could handle. The side of the warg's stomach bulged, then bulged again and again until finally, a blade erupted from the flesh, wriggling around wildly as it tore a hole in the beast's belly. Summoning all his remaining strength, Toryn shoved himself through the tear, reborn into the world in the most nightmarish and revolting way.
He stumbled to his feet, covered in blood, bile and stomach juice.
KNEES FOR THE KNEE GOD! Screamed Toryn at the top of his lungs, half-conscious and delirious as he plunged his blade into the back of Greypelt's leg.
(OOC: spitting myself out behind Greypelt for the flank)
Action 1:
shortsword belly stab:
1d20+7 26
stab damage:
1d6+4 9 +
sneak attack:
1d6 5 =
14
Action 2:
Shortsword Strike 2 (-4 MAP):
1d20+3 19
shortsword damage:
1d6+4 5 +
sneak attack 2:
1d6 2 =
6
Oriana's visions spins and blurs as she's grabbed by the massive wolf and thrown around like a ragdoll. Somehow she'd pulled the ocean's balm to heal the worst of her wounds, but she was feeling almost as bad as when she first discovered her gifts.
Rolling to her feet quickly, she saw as Toryn sliced his way out from the belly of the beast before continuing his ferocious onslaught, bleeding from multiple contusions from being bitten and swallowed. The little guy was a tough one.
Surveying the rest of the scene didn't look much better, with many of her allies down or hurt. This fight was on a knife edge, and was looking like slipping away from them.
Having seen the cleric perform miracles in his god's name, Oriana sprinted to Larz's side and poured her healing balm onto his wounds, hoping it would be enough for him to pull through this fight, but her connection was weak and she barely managed a trickle, doing very little for the dwarf.
Actions:
1st: Stand.
2nd: Stride next to Larz.
3rd: Ocean's Balm. Larz gains 1 HP.
Lucian moves quickly to step up next the wolf giving Larz trouble.
"Multiple down! Pull back to my voice so they can't isolate you!" He needed to free up the cleric so he could get the unit back on its feet. Then he turned and blasted the Wolf attacking Larz with a burst of fire.
"Ignis!"
Ignite Attack Check: 1d20+7 = 27
Ignite Melee Damage: 1d6+4 = 9x2 = 18
Larz realizes at the rate his new found friends are falling they all could die here in this courtyard, closing his eyes the young cleric, whispers a prayer to his God. Lord Trudd if I am to die this day let these brave people live. with that he sends a pulse of healing energy out in all directions.
Actions
3 action heal
Heal 1d8=7
Lucian heard Larz pray and added a bit of his own to it. Though he kept his voice low,
"Lord Trudd, I'm not one for praying to any god, but if you help your servant Larz aid us, I promise I will drink enough ale in your honor to inebriate a small village."
(Action - Throws in a Hero Point to allow Larz a reroll added in from Harley and Dun for a total of 3 hero points spent. )
Re-Rolling Larz Heal: 1d8 = 7
Beneath the body of the dead wolf pack leader, blood hissed as it came into contact with the runes tattooed upon the unconscious bard's arms, eating away at the runes. Energy surging through her form, a pale tanned hand clawed into the fur of the large wolf in desperation.
(Add 1 hero point to Larz's healing re-roll.)
As Satoru snaps awake, he looks around the battle in a bit of shock. Something was missing and he could tell who it was by the sheer lack of glittery, flowing wings. Arielle was gone. He must have been knocked out and…yes, that made some sense. He had to get her back or he would be completely useless. Well…more useless than normal, anyway. So he focuses inward and tries to find her. There she was, silently raging that she had been forced away from him. Well, only one way to fix that. He brings her back. A sharp stab of pain briefly confronts his right eye, then relaxes as she stops squeezing them shut. Coruscating light flows from his forehead, eventually materializing in front of him. She turns and quickly grabs him by the lapels, lifting him into the air so he is face-to-face with her. He gulps, not really sure where this came from. When she finally speaks, the words in Sylvan appear in his mind even as she speaks them.
“Stop being stupid. You are not a front-line fighter!”
Then she drops him and walks around Lucien to stand between them and the warg currently experiencing indigestion. She stares at it and says. “I’m next. If you thought he was bad for your constitution, just wait.”
This is all in Sylvan, so it might just fly over the warg’s head.
Suddenly The Warg stared straight and opened his mouth and uttered an incomprehensible noise and then a look of sheer agony appeared on its face, and then anyone looking could see a shortsword cutting its way out from inside. And there was Toryn, very much the worse for wear, but alive and awake, mulling himself from inside the large wolf and dropping to the ground and spinning slashing out at the creature. and slicing into its haunch, nearly hamstringing it.
Oriana saw the warg in pain and used the opportunity to jump to her feet and looking around she decided Lars needed help, and moved next to him and invoking a wave of healing waters to splash over his injured frame...but her head was fuzzy from being thrown around by the Warg and she couldnt aptly call up her new heritage.
with a pained ferocity the warg spun and grabbed at Toryn, latching onto his smaller body and shaking him ferociously then tossed him to the ground angrily. Blood still dripping from its belly where he had carved his way out. It then spun and jumped at Lucien, who was the nearest opponent. and grabbing the wizard on his waist and biting him . he held onto him forcing the air out of his body.
Lucien ignored being in the grasp of the warg and focused instead on the wolf near Larz and caused it to burst into flame . with a yelp it fell to ground its body burning. Lucien squirmed in the grasp of the Wargs mouth but could not escape.
Harley lay unconscious beneath the pack leaders bleeding body and the runes etched in her skin began to pulse as the wolfs blood touched them and her pale skin began to take on a more natural color.
The wolf that had been harrying Oriana followed her to where she stood by Larz snapping at her. one of the beasts lunges managed to connect, but a cascade of water falling from the elemental conduit she had opened lessened the force of the bite . She shook the wolf off and stayed on her feet glaring at it.
The wolf ensorcelled by Satoru raised its head and howled , singing to the coming moon, without care for its own health. which elicited an attack, brought on by the opportunity of it not being on the assault by Dunndero, who struck it with his sword, injuring it. The wolf turned and snapped at Dunndero grabbing him by the sword arm and puncturing it severely. dropping the Half-Orc to the ground in pain as he fell into unconsciousness bleeding from the wound, but not before calling out to Trudd for help and looking to Larz.
Finally The wolf in the grease tried to stand and managed to get its footing and rushed over towards Satoru straddling the unconscious Dunndero and snapped at the Fox person. It succeeded in drawing blood against the summoner but little else.
Breezy seeing Lucien grabbed by the large gray furred talking wolf loosed a barrage of silver needles at the beast that growled in agony from the injury., The slight Leshy then backed away from the baleful glare of the warg. Putting some distance as it moved into the rubble of the stall and stood near the rotting backpack that Harley had spotted in the rubble.
Satoru felt naked without his Eidolon and as his sigil glowed, Arielle reappeared standing next to him and after chastising him she slapped the wolf who had bit him. which brought about a look of shock from the wolf as this angellic fey appeared out of nowhere after being killed by the pack leader...
Lars looked at the situation...3 down and most heavily wounded and grabbed his holy symbol and began to pray to Trudd...Lucien also began to pray and perhaps it was Harleyes transformative process because of the blood of the wolf on her runes, or perhaps it was Dunndero's last minute plea...but what once was a slight glow of positive energy, became a bright glow that infused everyone....including Harley who lay on the ground in the grease bloody and opened her eyes with a rage...as did Dunndero to see a wolf standing over him...and Toryn who lay behind Graypelt where he dropped him...left for dead.
Initiative Order
26 Toryn (Prone) Wounded 2
26 Oriana (gates open)
25 Graypelt
19 Lucien (+2 for armor) (grabbed condition. Cannot move without escaping a DC20 Athletics DC and flat footed. need a flat dc5 to 'manipulate; anything..including spell casting.)
17 Harley (Prone) Wounded 1
17 Dundero (Prone) Wounded 1
17 Wolves (x3)
17 Breezy
16 Satoru grease 8R
16 Arielle
6 Lars
Combat summary
Brilliant Breeze AC:18 HP:18/18 Saves: FO:+5 RE:+5 WL:+9 Perception:+7 CDC:17 SDC:17
1st Druid (Storm) Male Leaf Leshy Archetype: n/a Resistances: n/a Immunities: Fall Damage
Hero Points: 2 Reactions: Shield Block
Dunndero AC:18 HP:7/20 Wounded 1 Saves: FO:+7 RE:+7 WL:+3 Perception:+5 CDC:17 SDC: n/a
1st Fighter Male Half-Orc Archetype: n/a Resistances: n/a Immunities: n/a
Hero points: 3 Reactions: Attack of Opportunity, Shield Block
Harley AC:17 HP:7/22 Wounded 1 Saves: FO:+7 RE:+5 WL:+6 Perception:+6 CDC:17 SDC:n/a
1st Barbarian Female Human Archetype: n/a Resistances: n/a Immunities: n/a
Hero Points: 2 Reactions: none.
Lars AC: AC:16 HP:14/20 Saves: FO:+7 RE:+4 WL:+8 Perception:+5 CDC:16 SDC:16
1st Cleric Male Dwarf Archetype: n/a Resistances: n/a Immunities: n/a
Hero Points: 0 Reactions: Shield Block
Lucien AC:15 HP:14/14 Saves: FO:+3 RE:+5 WL:+7 Perception:+5 CDC:17 SDC:17
1st Wizard (Battle Magic) Male Human Archetype: n/a Resistances: n/a Immunities: n/a
Hero Points: 2 Reactions: none
Oriana AC:16 HP: 11/20 Saves: FO:+9 RE:+7 WL:+4 Perception:+4 CDC:17 SDC:17
1st Kineticist {Water/Fire} Female Human Archetype: n/a Resistances: B/S weapon damage 1 Acid/fire 2 Immunities: n/a
Hero Points: 2 Reactions: Deflecting Wave
Satoru AC:14 HP:21/21 Saves: FO:+8 RE:+4 WL:+5 Perception:+3 CDC:17 SDC:17
1st Summoner Male Kitsune (Empty Sky) Archetype: n/a Resistances: n/a Immunities n/a
Hero Points: 2 Reactions: none
Arielle AC:18 HP:21/21 Saves: FO:+6 RE:+7 WL:+4 Perception:+3- CDC: n/a SDC: n/a
Fey Trickster Resistances: n/a Immunities: n/a
Reactions: none
Toryn AC:17 HP:7/18 Wounded 2 Saves: FO:+5 RE:+9 WL:+5 Perception:+5 CDC:17 SDC:14
1st Rogue (magical misfit) Male Gnome (Fey Touched) Archetype: n/a Resistances: n/a Immunities: n/a
Hero Points: 1 Reactions: none
vs
Graypelt AC:19 HP:14/51 Saves: FO:+13 RE:+11 WL:+8 Perception:+10 CDC:- SDC:-
3 Elite Warg Resistances: n/a Immunities: n/a
Reactions: Avenging Bite
Pack Leader AC:17 HP:Dead Saves: FO:+8 RE:+11 WL:+7 Perception:+9 CDC:- SDC:-
2 Elite Wolf Resistances: n/a Immunities: n/a
Reactions: n/a
Wolf (x3) AC:15 HP:Dead,13/24,Dead,Dead,13/24,Dead,21/24 Saves: FO+6 RE:+9 WL:+5 Perception:+7 CDC:- SDC:-
1 Wolf Resistances: n/a Immunities: n/a
Reactions: n/a
((Hero points awarded- Toryn, Harley, Breezy, and Lucien. ))
Pushing the bulk of the dead pack leader, enough to crawl out from beneath it's carcass, the enraged woman rose, drawing the large war maul up with her as did. Gone was the pale deathly pallor, replaced with lightly tanned, albeit covered in gore, flesh. Her knuckles white as she gripped the maul in both hands and uttering a shrill banshee scream she swept the weapon in an arc at the wolf to Dunderro's left.
Action 1: Rose (save vs. the Grease)
Action 2: Entered her Rage (Raging Intimidation)
Action 3: Swinging her Maul at the Wolf biting at Satoru
Reflex Save vs Grease:
1d20+5 19
Intimidation:
1d20+4 10
Attack:
1d20+6 16
Damage:
1d12+5 16