Yondalla help me!

It was almost too much for Alyssa to bear. To be forced to sit there as these bullies pushed these good people around. To hear them bad mouth the food, service, and the beer! If it wasn't for her short stature the "knights" may have seen her go to stand at one point.

And then to hear them talk about their purpose there. To have saved Ashford from a crazed dragon cult only to have some vengeful tax collectors going to deal out "punishment." Alyssa was simply frozen there as the brutish group made their way from the tavern.

Sneaking a look at the remaining men-at-arms and their leader, Alyssa caught Talia's eye and mouthed the words, "^{Tax collector?}" with a inquisitive shrug.

Orila was looking forward to getting to Spire Keep. She was in a good mood until the newcomers began talking aloud. She wondered why the Sweetwaters were not paying attention to her story of the dragon that the group had killed over a week ago. "You're haven't heard the good part. We KILLED that dragon. It was amazing!"

"I need another drink!"

Orila cast a glance around the room. She gave a nod of acknowledgement to the other warriors that she saw in the room. She held a big grin.

"Lot o' 'em." Morren says quietly to the folks at his table, "We 'ave to be smart focus on the heart o' the problem firs'. If we do this now follow me close. Follow my lead. If you prefer to be afar get as far from the bulk of 'em as ye can. We 'ave all the initiative 'ere. Jus' a sec."

Morren heads over to the bar nearby, "Pitcher of yer strongest. I want it so strong it'll light on fire if I look at it wrong. Close as ye 'ave."

When he gets his order he walks back over to table talking loud enough for overhearing to happen, Not right to leave a new frien' sitting alone. Let's gid o'ver there."

Assuming the group understands that he's using this as an excuse for them to walk by the head bad guy towards Angel, Morren leads any that stand up and follow and paces it so the ranged combatants have time to get in spots they want to be.

If the plan is indeed agreed upon and followed, Morren 'trips' as the group gets near the bad guy and spills the pitcher all over the head bad guy's upper torso.

"Oh shite!" Morren exclaims.
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Yry wasn't around too much. She made sure her friends were comfortable and taken care of but she also spent quite a bit of time away from the common spaces to catch up with her family. She wasn't one to sit idly and be doted on and she tried to counter each kindness with helping out around the inn, washing dishes or chopping firewood until someone found her and ran her away from the task.

She heard most of the commotion, but from outside the inn. There was a certain anger and indignation that sat in her chest and by the time she is back into the common room from a side door she doesn't disagree with the general idea but she does wish they could have waited to confront 'Lady Cass' until they were out of the inn. That chance might not have come, however, so there is little to be done.

She moved quickly to her parents, making sure they are okay and then urging them to get to the back.

Morren goes to "trip" and spill his beer but even with her back turned the death monk's lightning fast reflexes kick in. Without looking her arm comes up smacking the pitcher out of the air and sending it flying in an arc. It spins wildly, the force keeping almost all of the spirits inside until it lands smack in the middle of the next table over spraying the two guards there with potent spirits.

In a fluid movement continuing her momentum she slides out of her chair, planting a foot so the momentum spins her around and into a fighting stance with her fists cocked back and ready to rain blows.

The guards now drenched in spirits let out a shout and their companions all look their way, completely missing the melee about to ensue.

OOC: Surprise against all the guards who are badly out of position. Unfortunately Lady Cass was not fooled and no surprise against her.

Lady Cass' fists fly out, peppering Morren with a flurry of blows. Morren's own quick reaction times allow him to use his spoon to deflect two punches but even as he deflects one another one is coming in and overwhelms his defenses and he ends up taking two solid hits from the death monk.

OOC: Morren takes 9 bludgeoning damage

Round 1
gle d20 roll


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(Edited at DM's direction)

(actions taken before combat)
When Angel's poker companions (the merchant and his guards) decided to leave, she graciously helped the drunken guard to his feet and wished her fellow card players a good night...


(in combat actions)
As Lady Cass let loose a rain of blows on the cook, Angel touched with her thumb the wool/fleece string still tied around her finger from the day before and under the table made an arcane hand gesture. Suddenly, from the direction of the inn's main door, (N-9?), came the sound of a swiftly-approaching galloping horse and then Lady Lyra's voice called out. "Guards! Ambush! Arcturus has been shot! Help!"

OOC: action -- cast Minor Illusion
     move -- (none)
     bonus -- (none)
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Talia noted Morrhen's ruse and smirked. She thought it more funny than a good idea. when it backfired, she blinked in surprise.

A second latter, a new sensation welled up within her. The instinct to protect her friends and allies fueled a knot of red fire in her stomach. Gritting her teeth, she stepped up beside her giant ally and swung the mace at the harbinger of death who would probably enjoy, greatly, seeing her mother's broken form at her feet. Talia wouldn't have it; wouldn't allow it. even as she moved, a spectral form flowed along side her and then separated out. Talia seemed unaware of the form as her mace connected. The figure moved with Talia and attacked using the same form as the woman warrior. More to the point, perhaps, Talia's form lagged a split second behind, so perhaps it was she who copied the specter's form?

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Move: J5
Bonus: Rage
Action: Reckless attack, Lady Cass.


21:16, Today: Talia Alden rolled 20 using 2d20+6, dropping the lowest dice only with rolls of 8,14.  attack.
21:18, Today: Talia Alden rolled 11 using 1d6+6 with rolls of 5.  damage.

Orila sprang into action. She lifted and slammed her maul on the unsuspecting Blackstar Mercenary closest to her. The maul slammed into the chest as she stepped toward another mercenary. "Come on then." Orila gestured to the mercenaries to come at her. </blue>"You've been disrespecting these nice inn folk for the last time."</blue>

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Action: Attack merc @K7
rolled 16 using 1d20+5 with rolls of 11.  ATK
rolled 10 using 2d6+3, rerolling ones with rolls of 4,3.  DAM

Move: 5' to L6

NOTE: Need to list my Trip Attack to maneuvers available

Alyssa watched as Morren made his way past the monk. For no apparent reason. She saw as he "tripped" and incredibly as the Death Monk swatted the pitcher out of the air and proceeded to land several blows against their cook-friend. Reacting without conscious thought Alyssa nocked and loosed an arrow at the monk.

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OOC: 16:45, Today: Alyssa Tealeaf rolled 25,4 using 1d20+6,1d6+3 with rolls of 19,1.  short bow lady cass, ac 16.

Yry's first concern is the bystanders in the room, which happen to be people she grew up with and considers family. She calls out to the maid in the middle of the guards, making eye contact and saying, "Hide under a table!" She retrieves the crystalline ring from her neck as she does so, saying a string of syllables in draconic.

A white, shimmering mist quickly spreads through the front portion of the inn, engulfing most of the guards. Yry also isn't sure of Angel's capabilities so it seems a good idea to give her some cover, as well.

_ _❆ Yry Sweetwater ❆ the sorcerer iii______ ___ _ __ _
 hp ██████████ hd ♡♡♡
 ac {15} [13 d. resilience + 2 dex] p.per {13} p.inv {10} p.ins {13}
 sorcery points ❆❆❆ spell slots ❆❆❆❆ ❆❆
 {action; cast fog cloud (20' radius, 120' range) on the bottom right corner of P6}

Round 1
From outside comes a call for help. Several of the mercenaries turn their heads around at the call reaching for weapons and looking like they're about to dash out.

OOC: Mercenaries #3, #4, #5 failed their saves

Morren responds to the assault with a rapid series of attacks on his own. While she deflects most of his attacks he ends up smacking her across the face with a shovel. Needless to say that attracts the attention of the unfooled men-at-arms in the tavern.

Orila catches a guard completely by surprise and her maul knocks his lights out completely.

A ghostly form of a barbarian woman strikes down hard on Lady Cass and a split second Talia's own strike lands causing a grievous wound on the monk's side.

Complicating things further a fog cloud spreads throughout the bottom half of the tavern.

Round 2
Lady Cass is wounded but seems focused enough to realize what is going on. She redirects her many attacks and pummels Talia who, despite her barbarian's rage, seems to take quite a few punishing hits. And ordinary person would have likely been beaten in the ground but Talia's rage sustains her and she weathers the punches and kicks looking angrier than ever before. Floating around and above her like a ghostly outline the barbarian ghost roars out a soundless challenge before pointing her sword at Lady Cass.

Lady Cass reacts by punching out at the ghostly warrior surrounding Talia and she strikes the ghost directly and shatters it like a burst balloon and soon Talia is raging all by herself.



OOC: Talia takes 4, 7 and 3 damage from the series of attacks and kicks.

Orila was about to attack another one of the Blackstar Mercenary members when a fog cloud obscured everyone on one side of the Inn. So she shifted her feet until she was facing the death monk. She brought her maul down for an overhead strike. Heartened by her success, she followed up the overhead strike with another strike to the side.

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Action: Attack K4
rolled 24 using 1d20+5 with rolls of 19.  ATK
rolled 9 using 2d6+3 with rolls of 5,1.  DAM.
rolled 6 using 1d6 with rolls of 6.  Reroll 1 and 2.
Damage = 5+6+3 = 14

Action Surge
Action: Attack K4 (death monk)
rolled 21 using 1d20+5 with rolls of 16.  ATK
rolled 8 using 2d6+3 with rolls of 3,2.  DAM
Damage = 8

Total Damage = 22

IF Monk is down, then move to M5

The appearance of the magical mist gave Angel's illusion an otherworldly feel, as a horse could be heard anxiously snorting and pawing the ground from the direction of the outside door (N-9) and Lady Lyra's voice called out again. "Guards! Hurry! They're coming!"

The mist also gave the elf some cover as she quickly and quietly moved around her table in the direction the fireplace. Once there, she reached into the fire and took hold of a piece of burning wood -- thankful once more for the mist concealing that the flames licking her skin didn't seem to harm her much at all. Silently sliding the burning brand from the fire, she suddenly swung it at the shadowy form of the mercenary who had been next to the fireplace... one of the two who'd been liberally splashed with the spirits from Morren's failed ploy.

OOC:  ongoing -- minor illusion, round 2/10
  move -- starting in R-4, moving to Q-3 and then P-3, using stealth to attempt quiet move
     object interaction (free) -- pull burning brand from fire (i.e. torch from sconce)
     action -- attack merc in 0-4 (advantage and disadvantage should cancel each other out to make for a normal attack; improvised weapon (torch) functioning presumably like a club, proficiency bonus added to a presumed regular melee attack)
06:23, Today: Angel rolled 11 using 1d20+1 with rolls of 10.  Torch attack vs. Merc (AC 14).
    (Presumed Miss!)

Alyssa gave a involuntary shutter as Yry's fog filled the far end of the tavern. She then moved around some tables to get a better line on the monk. Once clear of Talia, Alyssa loosed a second arrow at the monk.

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OOC: Move I6 to H4
Attack Lady Cass, hit AC 20 for 6+4 damage

10:36, Today: Alyssa Tealeaf rolled 20,9,4 using 1d20+7,1d6+3,1d8 with rolls of 13,6,4.  short bow lady cast, ac 16.

Talia stumbled and felt something foundational in her quake as the spirit burst. Tears welled to her eyes and she felt a hollowness. Flooding into that empty space came anger, defiance, and indignity. Standing up tall, she grunted angrily and stepped in to attack her foe. Still she felt knowledge foreign to her own mind guide her. Knowledge, she now knew, was her ancestors guiding her strikes and granting her wisdom. It flowed through her connection to her ancestors, whoever they were, and to see one vanquished thusly haunted her, enraged her. However, something seemed missing this time and her mace hit thin air. She snarled.

---

Move: none
Bonus: none
Action: attack, miss.

00:05, Today: Talia Alden rolled 15 using 1d20+6 with rolls of 9.  attack monk.

Yry continued her icy incantation in the draconic language, white motes of frost energy building around her hands and the crystal ring. She directs the energy at Lady Cass, letting it accumulate and forcing her to resist it.

Yry hopes the waitress has gotten to safety but can't tell as the mist obscures that area.

_ _❆ Yry Sweetwater ❆ the sorcerer iii______ ___ _ __ _
 hp ██████████ hd ♡♡♡
 ac {15} [13 d. resilience + 2 dex] p.per {13} p.inv {10} p.ins {13}
 sorcery points ❆❆❆ spell slots ❆❆❆❆ ❆❆
 {action; cast frostbite on Lady Cass, con save dc 13 or take 3 cold damage and disadvantage on next attack}
 {01:55, Today: Yry Sweetwater rolled 3 using 1d6 with rolls of 3.  frostbite con dc 13.}

Orila hammers Lady Cass, knocking her solidly about. Lady Cass does not go down, just pausing in her fight to spit out a gob of blood onto the ground and then drop back into her fighting stance.

Angel pokes at one of the guards with her flaming brand but the sudden appearance of a fog cloud makes it hard to see and her big thrust hits nothing but air. Still she thinks that they aren't really aware of her yet.

Alyssa fires a shot but the monk's hand snaps up and she slaps the arrow mid flight sending it into the wall instead. Ta

Talia continues to rage, no longer guided by the spirits but the monk is everywhere and nowhere, expertly ducking and dodging and weaving back and forth to avoid being hit.

Yry's blast of ice clips the monk freezing an arm and slowing her down a bit.

Morren likewise stabs out with his spear/spoon/shovel and again the monk dodges out of the way.

Three of the guards run out of the bar, drawing sword and preparing to assist Sir Acturus but when they get outside and see nothing they get confused and stand there looking around.

The other two move up, ending up partially flanking Orila and stabbing at her with their swords. With Orila focused on Lady Cass exclusively she is wide open to attacks from behind and she takes two quick slashes in rapid succession.
OOC: Orila takes 12 slashing damage from their sword attacks.


Round 3
Lady Cass lashes out at Morren again, punching him but not quite quick enough as he deflects the hit. She then suddenly leaps right over everyone's head. She was just standing there and with barely any movement she was soaring through the air to land on the other side of the guard. She lands by the unconscious guard and suddenly punches down onto his skull, splitting it like a gourd with one hammerstrike. The tattoos on her arm start to glow brilliant white, racing up her arm and for a second every tattoo on her glows revealing numerous ones even beneath her clothes. Her eyes glow white as well making it hard to look at her. When everyone's eyes refocus and adjust it looks like she has healed quite a bit. Still silent she looks back at the party with murderous intent.
OOC: Before the deathblow she looked like she was Mauled but after the glowing bit of death monkery she is just Injured.

Meanwhile the unconscious mercenary is definitely dead.

Alyssa looked on in amazement as she watched her arrow be effortlessly deflected into the wall. With a guttural growl she loosed another arrow at the monk.

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OOC: 16:48, Today: Alyssa Tealeaf rolled 19,4,5 using 1d20+7,1d6+3,1d8 ((12,1,5)).

Angel heard the sounds of booted feet moving and guessed that at least some of the mercenaries were making for the door, fooled by her illusion. She mentally altered the magic to hopefully keep the confusion going... (sound now coming from O-8, if possible, if not still from N-9)... "Guards! Where are you?! Where'd all this mist come from?!"

As Lady Lyra's voice echoed through the fog, Angel crept forward in the direction she'd seen the shadowy figure of the mercenary whom she'd failed to strike go...

Move: starting P-3, moving to O-4 and then N-5, using stealth to move quietly

... when she spotted that mercenary again she saw that he was now outside the mists and engaging Orila. Angel drew her newly-acquired dagger and gripped it in her other hand as she moved into striking distance, and then swung first with the burning brand she still held...

Bonus: off-hand attack (burning brand) 1st attack roll with Advantage for unseen attacker

11:07, Today: Angel rolled 8 using 1d20+1 with rolls of 7.  Torch attack vs. Merc. (AC 14)
11:07, Today: Angel rolled 4 using 1d20+1 with rolls of 3.  Torch attack vs. Merc. (AC 14).
  (Miss! -- even with Advantage. GRRRR!)
Action: attack mercenary (dagger) Sneak Attack applied for ally being within melee of foe
11:08, Today: Angel rolled 25 using 1d20+5 with rolls of 20.  Dagger attack vs. Merc. (AC 14).
11:09, Today: Angel rolled 13 using 2d6+3 with rolls of 5,5. (Hit! Crit!)
11:09, Today: Angel rolled 4 using 1d6 with rolls of 4.  Sneak attack damage.
     (14 Piercing damage to merc)

Orila craned her head and followed the Death Monk as she soared over her head. She shifted her maul in her hand when she saw two of the mercenaries around her. She slammed her maul against one of the mercenaries and attempted to drive him back.

---

Reaction: Stone's Endurance reduces damage from previous round by 6 HP
rolled 9 using 1d12+3 with rolls of 6.  Stone's Endurance

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Standard: Attack M5 using Pushing Attack (1 superiority die)
rolled 20 using 1d20+5 with rolls of 15.  ATK
rolled 10,6 using 2d6+3,1d8 with rolls of 5,2,6.  DAM, Superiority Die

DC13 or be pushed back 15'

Move: None

"First you randomly kick my drink out of my hand and start punching me, then you kill you own man we subdued in self-defense? What the hell are you paying them for them to tolerate your psychopathy?"

Morren moves over to the monk and bonks her with his shovel.

"You'll answer for that murder, you nutjob!"

Focusing his ki, he flurries with kicks. One misses, but the other strikes keenly and threatens to knock her off balance.

Move to k7
Attack with magic spoon (17 to hit, 7 damage)
Bonus: Spend ki point to flurry, hitting once and on hit using Open Hand ability to force her to make a DC13 Dex save or fall prone. (First Flurry Strike 14, Second flurry strike nat 20 to hit, 7 damage.)

13:30, Today: Morren Deynora rolled 7 using 2d4+2 with rolls of 3,2.  Crit kick damage. – [roll=1604169057.65309.349468]

13:30, Today: Morren Deynora rolled 7 using 1d8+2 with rolls of 5.  Bonk damage. – [roll=1604169034.00394.349468]

13:26, Today: Morren Deynora rolled 24 using 1d20+4 with rolls of 20.  Flurry 2. – [roll=1604168806.6549.349468]

13:25, Today: Morren Deynora rolled 14 using 1d20+4 with rolls of 10.  Flurry 1. – [roll=1604168744.18513.349468]

13:17, Today: Morren Deynora rolled 17 using 1d20+5 with rolls of 12.  +1 spear shovel. – [roll=1604168221.86683.349468]

Round 2
Alyssa fires an arrow at the monk who once again deflects it midflight.

Angel misses with her flaming brand but is able to sink her dagger up into the man's back in a gap in his armor. Just as he begins to turn to face the new attacker Orila's hammer catches him in the side and he drops down.

Morren steps up and lets loose a flurry with his spoon but this time it seems as if he is striking stone. He knows he lands a few good hits but the monk just doesn't seem to be reeling like she should be. Finally he ends with a sweep of her legs that she jumps over.

Yry casts her ice magic but this time the monk seemed ready and dodged the point in air where the temperature began to freeze.

Talia smashes a guardsmen with her mace.

The mercenaries that had run out of the bar realize they had been tricked and turn around, swarming over Morren. Morren does his best but with attacks coming from every angle he takes several hard slashes.
OOC: Morren takes 13 damage from the guards attacks

Round 3
Lady Cass once again leaps into the air, flipping over Morren's head and landing on the table next to Angel and Orila. Angel is still obscured by the fog which puts Orila bearing the brunt of the death monks' reprisal. She lets loose another flurry of attacks, overwhelming Orila's defense and landing two solid hits. With her last attack she leaps off the table driving her heel through the temple of the fallen guard and once again her tattos flair up, binding her wounds and making her muscles bulge.

OOC: Once again she dropped down to Wounded but healed back up to Injured

Orila reeled from the blows. But she held her ground and caught her breath. She brought up her maul and smashed it on the monk. She quickly tried to sweep the monk's legs out from under her.

---

Bonus: Second Wind, regain 13 HP
rolled 13 using 1d10+3 with rolls of 10.  Second Wind

Action: Attack Death Monk and Trip Attack (Superiority Die) HITS, Total 14 Damage
rolled 16 using 1d20+5 with rolls of 11.  ATK
rolled 12,2 using 2d6+3,1d8 with rolls of 6,3,2.  DAM, Superiority Die
DC 13 DEX to avoid TRIP
Move: None

Talia's mind noticed and assessed the monk's activity unconsciously as she faced off against the guard. ON one hand, some foreign though concluded, they must reduce the numbers of the foes. However, each fallen foe fed the monk's strange ability. It was a fine balance whether they could handle the monk's assaults while felling the guards. Gritting her teeth, she saw the trio of guards return and kept her focus there. He mace went wide and she felt her distraction palpably. Her mind was of two states and she needed to focus.

---

Move: k6
Bonus: none
Attack: mace to Guard at j7. Miss

Talia Alden rolled 13 using 1d20+6 with rolls of 7.