[ 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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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 )