[ Molly was sleeping soundly, snoozing against Fjord's chest when he's slowly dragged from his cozy pillow. It makes him wake up a little bit, at first thinking his lover was just rearranging the blankets.
Then there's a harder yank and he's pulled off the bed just as the world explodes in Eldritch Blasts and Fjord yelling his name. Seeing just what was grabbing him, the tiefling screams and starts trying to kick it away. ]
No, no, no! Fuck, get off me!
[ While the creature is hit by the blasts it doesn't seem to bother it too much, and that huge hand is grabbing for him again, trying to pull towards the wardrobe. Turning, he grasps for Fjord's hand and then hisses at the monster, spitting out infernal mockery.
...it barely notices. Damn it, he's still the weakest! ]
What the fuck is that?! His second thought is not reserved for how it got in or why but for getting them out as the monster seems to shake off Molly's attack. It judges Fjord as the bigger threat and with horrific sinuousness swerves around Molly in his grasp to (unnatural 20 to hit) bite the Paladin on the shoulder with its stinking, fetid maw, causing Fjord to scream (8pts attack) as the swift sting of fangs rakes across his flesh.
With one hand still holding tightly onto Molly's hand (11 str) the pain is so startling that he loses his grip and staggers back with the shock. The summoned Star Razor lights up the room in a flash, causing the creature to shy a little, and Fjord takes his swinging attacks (unnatural 20, 24) that in the small bedroom find their target again, but the wounds are only skin-deep on the monster that seems to have nothing but (24pts damage) and it barely takes a step back in the shadow, emitting a rattling breath.
[ This is the worst time for this bullshit. He doesn't have his swords close and he's fucking naked while some nightmare monster is trying to eat him(?). He screams again as this bastard is biting his boyfriend, and when Fjord loses his grip he's pulled closer to the creature. ]
Nonono!
[ It's disgusting and smells like death, but at least he's closer now to claw at the monster... doing a whole 1 damage. He's trying, okay? ]
Throw me something! Anything!
[ He refuses to go down like a damsel in distress, kicking and fighting this creature. ]
Jester skids into the room, half-awake, dressed in an oversized t-shirt, eyes widening as she takes in the scene before her: Molly, half-dragged off the bed by some terrifying creature, Fjord slinging Eldritch Blasts every which way. She doesn’t have much available in terms of attack spells, but she does have something useful. Taking a deep breath and holding it, she summons up the radiant energy she knows is waiting to be tapped, holds out her palm, and sends a guiding bolt sailing at the creature (26, 11 pts dmg). As she does, she shrieks,
[ Caleb is only a few seconds after Jester, hair in bedhead disarray, feet bare, and book holsters and component pouch strapped over the thin clothes he wears to bed. It's a good thing that the Star Razor is lighting up the room, or he would have nothing to judge the situation by beyond the flashes of Elritch Blast and Guiding Bolt. ]
Ahh, scheisse--
[ As jarring as it is to be woken in the middle of the night to a commotion like this, he still knows what to do. There's the monster, it's glowing with radiant energy he recognizes, and his fingers find the components he needs swiftly. The rhubarb leaf powder is smeared down the length of his bare forearm as he draws the adder's stomach back from one hand to the other like a bowstring. An arrow glowing a sickly green materializes as he releases the spell Acid Arrow at third level. It hits (at advantage, 26, 14 pts dmg), sinking into the creature's gangly torso with the sound of flesh sizzling as it erodes.
Bagman 446-14 = 432, will take 10 more pts of acid damage at the end of its next turn. ]
With the arrival of Jester and Caleb, the creature is battered and staggers back with horribly human wail, crashing into the wardrobe. Fjord's relief is short-lived, however, as the acid damage cloying to its skin from the arrow turns its attention to Caleb and with spindly limbs it lashes out in a panic to make a claw attack (26 hit, 12pt damage) to slash at the wizard.
Fjord makes another grab to haul Molly away from the monster (NAT 20!! 21) and manages to drag him free, rushing them to the other side of the room. Casting Marine Layer causes a briny fog to rise through the floorboards and fill the room, still allowing them all to see but obscuring the creature's vision.
[ Molly scrambles to his feet with Fjord's help, finally in range of weapons - grabbing the Summer's Dance from its scabbard and flicking up the other scimitar with his tail. He whips both over his neck, drawing blood and making them glow with radiance and frost. ]
Fuck this thing!
[ Marine Layer is excellent for the now confused and shrieking creature, but the room isn't that big and it has a nice reach with those long arms. Molly takes his chance for a strike as it claws through the air, but both miss (12, 15). ]
[Jester lets out a groan of frustration, taking a look around the room (passive perception 15) until her eyes land on Fjord's Bag of Holding, laying on its side. She gestures emphatically toward it—]
The bag, the bag!
[and then sends another Guiding Bolt arcing through the air at it. (28, 2nd level, 17 damage)]
[ A completely unarmored wizard doesn't stand a chance against that claw swipe. Neither do Caleb's pajamas, for that matter. He stumbles back, clutching the shredded front of his shirt and the bleeding scratches beneath, getting closer to Fjord in the relative safety of Marine Layer.
He hears Jester's shout, connects it to the bag laying open on the floor (general intelligence check, natural 20!!), and curses again. ]
Grab the Bag of Holding, it's going to escape!
[ That someone should probably not be him, or he's going to be shredded. In an effort to help, however, he drags a sticky drop of molasses across his palm and casts Slow (wisdom save, Bagman fails with an 8) to reduce the creature's speed and keep it from completely carving up whoever intercepts it.
But the room isn't large, and even at half speed it makes it close to the bag, its long, spindly arms reaching out toward it. ]
[ All their stuff is in there! What a rude fucking monster.
Fjord uses Misty Step to vanish from the group and reappear at the Bag of Holding, scooping it over a shoulder, not that anyone else can see shit for as long as he is more than five-feet from them. The creature gets an attack of opportunity as he tries to race around it, enraged that its escape route is gone and lurching forward it the same wet crunching sound as before for three attacks. (14, 19, 13 to hit) The bite goes wide thanks to the mist but it finds Fjord on the fail and claws dig into his side, a second swipe missing its target thanks to the sheer lack of distance between him and the door as he staggers back into the group. The Star Razor vanishes as he holds his bleeding side.
Marine Layer thins for them all, providing a view of the monster wheeling around in the fog for its prey. ]
[ Suddenly he's fucking blind when Fjord disappears into the fog, and he's heard swearing filthily in infernal. That crunching sound does not sound great at all, either, and Molly readies for another attack.
It's Fjord that comes out of the mist, though, and he steps in front of the bleeding half-orc to give him some cover before attacking.
The first one goes wide again (dammit, training!) but the second is a good tear through the desiccated flesh (nat 20, 14 damage!) and the shimmer of radiant light will prevent it from healing again the next turn. ]
[Jester laughs despite herself at Molly's Infernal cursing, the only other person who knows what he's saying.]
It's huge inside, it's a Bag of Holding!
[She saw Caleb and Fjord both clutching wounds, but they seem to be okay for the time being, so instead she casts another Guiding Bolt, at third level this time. (27, 14 damage)]
[ When someone says kill it, Caleb's first instinct is always with fire, so Fire Bolt it is. No material components needed this time, just a word and a hand extended in front of him. Guiding Bolt's lingering glow helps his human eyes find his target much more easily yet again (with advantage, 22, a solid 26 points of damage), and the creature shrieks in its distorted human voice as the fire licks over its body. The smell of charred flesh permeates the room. ]
But it is an extradimensional space, nothing should be able to survive for longer than--
[ Yet this thing apparently doesn't care about Caleb's arcane logic-ing. Panicked, it rushes--double movement, as far as it can, slowed--towards the door of the room, seeking another escape. ]
[ Fjord has backed out of the room already with the bag in case the monster comes after it, and it looks like it is from his point of view. Squinting through the fog, assisted by Caleb's bright attack, he tries to figure out what the thing is. (inv @ dis, 15) Hard to tell. ]
Is that ... a person?
[ It sounds like one, sometimes. The trouble is the environment, everything is so close and when the creature darts forward with preternatural speed (gods, it reminds him of that thing that had a knife-arm coming out of its gut that was so jerky with the way it moved, blergh) even slowed it manages to make a fifteen-foot crawls toward the door across the ceiling in one move, pushing out with its stinking body so everyone is crowded out (str for bagman, 11) if they don't try and fight it. The trouble is, all of his own spells and attacks are far too explosive.
Fjord grabs as many people as he can to try and cover them, ducking with a yelp. ]
We're going to bring the house down killing it, try to get it outside! [ Casting Divine Sense to try and further assist his investigation of the thing, he gasps. ] It's fucking evil!
[ With his bonus action! He scrabbles for his device dropped on the floor in the chaos and yells into the group chat, ] Everyone wake the fuck up!
[ Molly's easily pushed back by the creature and has to run past it to not be cut off from the rest of the group. Why the thing wanted him is a question he can't entertain right now, taking his shot with two strikes again.
(11, 13)
Neither hits and Molly snarls angrily as the monster takes an opportunity attack (21) in the wake of his attempt to get by it. Thankfully it is still slowed so he's only clawed, side ripping as he hisses in pain. (10) ]
[Jester's voice is high and squeaky, scrambling to follow the rest out through the door and away from the creature. She's halfway through the door when the creature claws out again. It gets her with the second claw attack, ripping through the back of her nightshirt and into her back (18, 21 dam). The nightshirt catches his claws and pulls her back with it, sending her scattering to the floor with a loud curse and knocking her prone. Incensed, Jester reaches behind her and casts one more third-level Guiding Bolt (17, 12 dam.).]
Wait for me, you guys!
[She really doesn't want to be alone with this thing!]
[ Caleb is the last one of their group to the door--or he would be, if Jester hadn't been attacked and sent sprawling. Her Guiding Bolt hits even from the ground, but the last thing he wants to do is leave her there prone. Rather than casting anything himself, he uses his action to grab her arm and help her up to her feet. ]
Come on, Jester!
[ He only has half movement tugging her along with him, but it's enough to get them both out the door, at least. ]
[ The sound of Fjord shouting through his bracelet was not how Shaun wanted to be woken up ever again. Even though he was no adventurer and his magic was severely stunted he still jumped out of bed, threw on his robe and went to answer the call.
Vax will kill him for this.
He follows the sounds of fighting and the flashes of magic to the Nein house and when he spots the... creature it has just shoved Jester to the ground. ]
Terribly rude of you! Let's teach you some manners. [ He twists his hand, a purple javaline of psychic energy appearing above the creature's head. It lances forward, driving straight into its mind [ failed save, 11 psychic damage. subtract 1d4 next saving throw. ] What is this thing?
[ Molly sees Jester going down and he screams, blood vessel at his neck bursting open as he spits out his curse to briefly blind the damn creature and make it miss the next attack towards her. ]
[ Caleb has her and Molly is retaliating on the heels of whatever spell Gilmore just cast (thank fuck people are waking up), although Fjord isn't sure how long they can keep this up when the monster isn't looking as rough as he would like. The monster peers over as if sensing Fjord's thoughts and in the heads of everyone within sixty-feet a word rattles in their head: Hooooome.
Then it swipes for the newest and nearest person on the scene with a claw attack from where it has spidered into a corner on the ceiling, (15 to hit, 14 pts damage).
Nope, no. Not hosting intelligent evil monsters tonight, no way! Fjord uses Misty Step again to get to the middle of the stairs, shaking the Bag of Holding to get its attention. ]
Hey! Hey, shithead! You want to go home? This way!
[ And he runs for the front door to make use of the remaining distance he can cover on foot. ]
[Helped up by Caleb, Jester bolts anxiously for the door, blood pounding in her ears. Vaguely, she becomes aware of Shaun's presence somewhere nearby, and then she hears Fjord's shout and decides to make a tactical move instead of going for instant gratification. She casts Spirit Guardians right in between their party and the creature, and the moment it enters that circle, her spectral hamstercorns are on the attack, rushing at the thing and causing 16 damage.]
( Bagman: 377-16 = 361, slowed, no regain next turn )
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Then there's a harder yank and he's pulled off the bed just as the world explodes in Eldritch Blasts and Fjord yelling his name. Seeing just what was grabbing him, the tiefling screams and starts trying to kick it away. ]
No, no, no! Fuck, get off me!
[ While the creature is hit by the blasts it doesn't seem to bother it too much, and that huge hand is grabbing for him again, trying to pull towards the wardrobe. Turning, he grasps for Fjord's hand and then hisses at the monster, spitting out infernal mockery.
...it barely notices. Damn it, he's still the weakest! ]
[ Bagman: 466 - 4 = 462hp ]
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What the fuck is that?! His second thought is not reserved for how it got in or why but for getting them out as the monster seems to shake off Molly's attack. It judges Fjord as the bigger threat and with horrific sinuousness swerves around Molly in his grasp to (unnatural 20 to hit) bite the Paladin on the shoulder with its stinking, fetid maw, causing Fjord to scream (8pts attack) as the swift sting of fangs rakes across his flesh.
With one hand still holding tightly onto Molly's hand (11 str) the pain is so startling that he loses his grip and staggers back with the shock. The summoned Star Razor lights up the room in a flash, causing the creature to shy a little, and Fjord takes his swinging attacks (unnatural 20, 24) that in the small bedroom find their target again, but the wounds are only skin-deep on the monster that seems to have nothing but (24pts damage) and it barely takes a step back in the shadow, emitting a rattling breath.
Fjord yells as loudly as he can, ]
EVERYONE UP!
[ Bagman 472 - 24 = 448hp ]
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Nonono!
[ It's disgusting and smells like death, but at least he's closer now to claw at the monster... doing a whole 1 damage. He's trying, okay? ]
Throw me something! Anything!
[ He refuses to go down like a damsel in distress, kicking and fighting this creature. ]
[ Bagman 448 - 1 = 447hp ]
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Jester skids into the room, half-awake, dressed in an oversized t-shirt, eyes widening as she takes in the scene before her: Molly, half-dragged off the bed by some terrifying creature, Fjord slinging Eldritch Blasts every which way. She doesn’t have much available in terms of attack spells, but she does have something useful. Taking a deep breath and holding it, she summons up the radiant energy she knows is waiting to be tapped, holds out her palm, and sends a guiding bolt sailing at the creature (26, 11 pts dmg). As she does, she shrieks,
“What the fuck is that fucking thing—!”
[Bagman 457-11 = 446, no HP regain next turn!]
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Ahh, scheisse--
[ As jarring as it is to be woken in the middle of the night to a commotion like this, he still knows what to do. There's the monster, it's glowing with radiant energy he recognizes, and his fingers find the components he needs swiftly. The rhubarb leaf powder is smeared down the length of his bare forearm as he draws the adder's stomach back from one hand to the other like a bowstring. An arrow glowing a sickly green materializes as he releases the spell Acid Arrow at third level. It hits (at advantage, 26, 14 pts dmg), sinking into the creature's gangly torso with the sound of flesh sizzling as it erodes.
Bagman 446-14 = 432, will take 10 more pts of acid damage at the end of its next turn. ]
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With the arrival of Jester and Caleb, the creature is battered and staggers back with horribly human wail, crashing into the wardrobe. Fjord's relief is short-lived, however, as the acid damage cloying to its skin from the arrow turns its attention to Caleb and with spindly limbs it lashes out in a panic to make a claw attack (26 hit, 12pt damage) to slash at the wizard.
Fjord makes another grab to haul Molly away from the monster (NAT 20!! 21) and manages to drag him free, rushing them to the other side of the room. Casting Marine Layer causes a briny fog to rise through the floorboards and fill the room, still allowing them all to see but obscuring the creature's vision.
Bagman 432 - 10 acid = 422 ]
It was trying to take Molly!
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Fuck this thing!
[ Marine Layer is excellent for the now confused and shrieking creature, but the room isn't that big and it has a nice reach with those long arms. Molly takes his chance for a strike as it claws through the air, but both miss (12, 15). ]
Where did it come from?
[ Bagman 422 + 10 = 432 ]
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[Jester lets out a groan of frustration, taking a look around the room (passive perception 15) until her eyes land on Fjord's Bag of Holding, laying on its side. She gestures emphatically toward it—]
The bag, the bag!
[and then sends another Guiding Bolt arcing through the air at it. (28, 2nd level, 17 damage)]
[Bagman 432-17 = 415, no HP regain!]
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He hears Jester's shout, connects it to the bag laying open on the floor (general intelligence check, natural 20!!), and curses again. ]
Grab the Bag of Holding, it's going to escape!
[ That someone should probably not be him, or he's going to be shredded. In an effort to help, however, he drags a sticky drop of molasses across his palm and casts Slow (wisdom save, Bagman fails with an 8) to reduce the creature's speed and keep it from completely carving up whoever intercepts it.
But the room isn't large, and even at half speed it makes it close to the bag, its long, spindly arms reaching out toward it. ]
[ Bagman 415 (no HP regain), now Slowed. ]
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[ All their stuff is in there! What a rude fucking monster.
Fjord uses Misty Step to vanish from the group and reappear at the Bag of Holding, scooping it over a shoulder, not that anyone else can see shit for as long as he is more than five-feet from them. The creature gets an attack of opportunity as he tries to race around it, enraged that its escape route is gone and lurching forward it the same wet crunching sound as before for three attacks. (14, 19, 13 to hit) The bite goes wide thanks to the mist but it finds Fjord on the fail and claws dig into his side, a second swipe missing its target thanks to the sheer lack of distance between him and the door as he staggers back into the group. The Star Razor vanishes as he holds his bleeding side.
Marine Layer thins for them all, providing a view of the monster wheeling around in the fog for its prey. ]
I've got the bag!
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It's Fjord that comes out of the mist, though, and he steps in front of the bleeding half-orc to give him some cover before attacking.
The first one goes wide again (dammit, training!) but the second is a good tear through the desiccated flesh (nat 20, 14 damage!) and the shimmer of radiant light will prevent it from healing again the next turn. ]
How did it get out of that?
[ Bagman 401 (no HP regain), Slowed. ]
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[Jester laughs despite herself at Molly's Infernal cursing, the only other person who knows what he's saying.]
It's huge inside, it's a Bag of Holding!
[She saw Caleb and Fjord both clutching wounds, but they seem to be okay for the time being, so instead she casts another Guiding Bolt, at third level this time. (27, 14 damage)]
Ugh, it's so gross, kill it—!
[Bagman 388-14 for 374, slowed, no regain]
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But it is an extradimensional space, nothing should be able to survive for longer than--
[ Yet this thing apparently doesn't care about Caleb's arcane logic-ing. Panicked, it rushes--double movement, as far as it can, slowed--towards the door of the room, seeking another escape. ]
[ Bagman 374-26 = 348, slowed. ]
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Is that ... a person?
[ It sounds like one, sometimes. The trouble is the environment, everything is so close and when the creature darts forward with preternatural speed (gods, it reminds him of that thing that had a knife-arm coming out of its gut that was so jerky with the way it moved, blergh) even slowed it manages to make a fifteen-foot crawls toward the door across the ceiling in one move, pushing out with its stinking body so everyone is crowded out (str for bagman, 11) if they don't try and fight it. The trouble is, all of his own spells and attacks are far too explosive.
Fjord grabs as many people as he can to try and cover them, ducking with a yelp. ]
We're going to bring the house down killing it, try to get it outside! [ Casting Divine Sense to try and further assist his investigation of the thing, he gasps. ] It's fucking evil!
[
With his bonus action!He scrabbles for his device dropped on the floor in the chaos and yells into the group chat, ] Everyone wake the fuck up![ For all the good it will do. It's an attempt.
Bagman: 348, slowed ]
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[ Molly's easily pushed back by the creature and has to run past it to not be cut off from the rest of the group. Why the thing wanted him is a question he can't entertain right now, taking his shot with two strikes again.
(11, 13)
Neither hits and Molly snarls angrily as the monster takes an opportunity attack (21) in the wake of his attempt to get by it. Thankfully it is still slowed so he's only clawed, side ripping as he hisses in pain. (10) ]
Outside!
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Shit!
[Jester's voice is high and squeaky, scrambling to follow the rest out through the door and away from the creature. She's halfway through the door when the creature claws out again. It gets her with the second claw attack, ripping through the back of her nightshirt and into her back (18, 21 dam). The nightshirt catches his claws and pulls her back with it, sending her scattering to the floor with a loud curse and knocking her prone. Incensed, Jester reaches behind her and casts one more third-level Guiding Bolt (17, 12 dam.).]
Wait for me, you guys!
[She really doesn't want to be alone with this thing!]
[Bagman 368-10 = 358, no regain next turn!]
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Come on, Jester!
[ He only has half movement tugging her along with him, but it's enough to get them both out the door, at least. ]
[ Bagman 358, still no regain. ]
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[ The sound of Fjord shouting through his bracelet was not how Shaun wanted to be woken up ever again. Even though he was no adventurer and his magic was severely stunted he still jumped out of bed, threw on his robe and went to answer the call.
Vax will kill him for this.
He follows the sounds of fighting and the flashes of magic to the Nein house and when he spots the... creature it has just shoved Jester to the ground. ]
Terribly rude of you! Let's teach you some manners. [ He twists his hand, a purple javaline of psychic energy appearing above the creature's head. It lances forward, driving straight into its mind [ failed save, 11 psychic damage. subtract 1d4 next saving throw. ] What is this thing?
[ Bagman 347. Will regain next turn. ]
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[ Molly sees Jester going down and he screams, blood vessel at his neck bursting open as he spits out his curse to briefly blind the damn creature and make it miss the next attack towards her. ]
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Jester!
[ Caleb has her and Molly is retaliating on the heels of whatever spell Gilmore just cast (thank fuck people are waking up), although Fjord isn't sure how long they can keep this up when the monster isn't looking as rough as he would like. The monster peers over as if sensing Fjord's thoughts and in the heads of everyone within sixty-feet a word rattles in their head: Hooooome.
Then it swipes for the newest and nearest person on the scene with a claw attack from where it has spidered into a corner on the ceiling, (15 to hit, 14 pts damage).
Nope, no. Not hosting intelligent evil monsters tonight, no way! Fjord uses Misty Step again to get to the middle of the stairs, shaking the Bag of Holding to get its attention. ]
Hey! Hey, shithead! You want to go home? This way!
[ And he runs for the front door to make use of the remaining distance he can cover on foot. ]
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[Helped up by Caleb, Jester bolts anxiously for the door, blood pounding in her ears. Vaguely, she becomes aware of Shaun's presence somewhere nearby, and then she hears Fjord's shout and decides to make a tactical move instead of going for instant gratification. She casts Spirit Guardians right in between their party and the creature, and the moment it enters that circle, her spectral hamstercorns are on the attack, rushing at the thing and causing 16 damage.]
( Bagman: 377-16 = 361, slowed, no regain next turn )