The time of the #SpinachInquisition is upon us!
This is our forth session for the all-out battle of Salvation. We've been in combat for a month (irl), which is definitely a record.
Saal Dreadstroke and his team of elite assassins rode in to Salvation to take the artifact we found in Cyre: the Oracle of War.
We are not being particularly cooperative.
We just scored our first kill on one of the assassins, and have a second in a 4v1 that's about to turn into a 6v1.
Several of the other assassins have been bloodied through hit-and-run actions.
A merchant freed the prisoners in Sheriff's (RIP) Sheriff Station, who engaged the metal snakeboi. They traded their lives to take about half his health bar off.
We are pretty much out of spell slots, wildshapes, and everything else.
I'm about to dodge into the NPC's office to use his bodyguards as meat shields, cuz I've only got 9 HP left.
I'm in the market, so once we get rid of this hellgnoll lass, I should be able to raid the empty stalls.
Belaluur was selling potions of healing, so there should be at least a few in her stall.
I am not a very friendly birbperson
I knew exactly what I was doing when I ran in here. Shybuck ate 5 piercing + 12 poison damage from the hellgnoll.
Druid being druid-y by equipping her pseudodragon with a healing potion
to fix the next person to go down!
Bard joined me in the office and got a fear effect on the hellgnoll to get it retreating
and now everyone if firing into their back as they flee
druid got the fuck out of dodge afterwards, since they are out of Stuff
and now the cavalry has shown up to try and save the hellgnoll
Second assassin is DOWN
That leaves Bo Rogan around 40% HP, Snekboi around 40% HP, and the enchanted armour at 100%.
Saal Dreadstroke has not left the train station.
The armour blew me up, but the pseudodragon fixed me up immediately with a clutch 10 on the healing potion roll.
poop
Bard: How bloody does his butthole look?
DM: uh he doesn't really have one, thankfully
Bard: HOW DOES HE POOP
DM: he's just kind of a glowy enchanted suit of armour. he does not poop.
Sorc using minor illusion to try to distract the snekboi about to murder our cleric.
AND IT WORKS! Cleric lives another turn!
Honestly it was a great way to buy time. We're one turn out from bringing down the enchanted armour in the little office!
Then we can focus fire snekboi.
Salvation's resident apothecary, Bertran Squall, was alerted to the situation by our druid as she flees the town.
Squall has sallied forth to apothocarry the team.
YEE YEE
ENCHANTED ARMOUR ASSASSIN DOWN
- [x] Ganji Saberhands
- [x] Yrgna Bloodfist
- [x] Indomitus
- [ ] Sardzarka (20%)
- [ ] Bo Rogan (40%)
- [ ] Saal Dreadstroke (100%, noncombatant at this time)
Snekboi has fled the market.
We have a moment of respite. Hopefully I can loot some potions of healing...
The druid has fled Salvation.
DM: Are you sure? There is actually some shit that will go down outside of the map...
Druid: can't be helped
Me, who saw some spoilers when googling an NPC that I thought was Lore Important and knows what is about to go down: 🤕
Big Time was downed by Bo Rogan.
Fortunately, Squall arrived and apothecarried the team, healing Big Time (and giving me the sneak attack on my hit).
Saal Dreadstroke (that's his professional name btw, his real name is Saal William) is now shouting that he'll kill a hostage every minute if we don't bring the Oracle to him.
Combat ended. It was 23 turns.
I believe our druid has been murdered by Death Dogs off screen.
We have also decided that we don't take Saal very seriously.
Sorc and bard went to the tavern for a drink while an NPC screamed and got murdered.
I am hiding across the street from the train platform and watching Saal murder people
Everyone else is just kinda chilling out
Bard: We're the sheriffs now.
Bard to Sorc: Look, if we let him kill everyone, then there is nobody left to run the town. Who will make your alcohol?
Sorc: aghhh, that, makes sense? but that child he's killing right now doesn't seem very useful
Bard: Yes the paperboy is a waste of space, but imagine if it were Bob [the barkeep]?
Sorc: there's always the gastropub. one dwarf survived.
Bard is now explaining to Saal that he is not the main character and not everything revolves around him.
Saal doesn't know what to do with that.
Sorc is an alcoholic and keeps saying random shit to Saal.
DM announces that the druid fell in combat against Death Dogs that were preventing escape from the town.
She took a few out, but was ultimately overwhelmed.
Our cleric's actual player is not here this week
So the DM looked up all kinds of ridiculous russian cliches to use as one-liners and I AM LIVING FOR IT