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Coljin fires a bolt off past the south most guy on the ledge, as Szartha grumbles about them being out of range and sets the crossbow aside to use a firebolt, which does manage to hit the guy pretty solidly, eliciting cries of pain as he pats at the scorched robe covering his chest.
Szartha: Firebolt: 1D20+5 = [20]+5 = 25
2D10 = [4, 9] = 13
Szartha: Firebolt: DIS: 1D20+5 = [14]+5 = 19
Holger moves up and takes a carefully lined up shot, but didn't put much heat on it, the eldritch blast barely cracking with energy as it impacts the target.
Holger: EB with Tides: 1D20+6 = [18]+6 = 24
1D10 = [1] = 1
Gripping the hilt of his greatsword, Galt flows across the sand, moving fluidly from one swordsman's stance to another as he seeks an opening against the east most of the robed figures that had emerged from the sand. When one presents itself, he slices downward, the blade shearing through robe to leave bare chest exposed, the force staggering his foe backward and almost forcing him to the sand. The well muscled half-orc looms over the smaller opponent, his blade upraised. Randy notices off-hand that no blood stains the sand, nor Galt's blade.
Galt: Greatsword: 2D20.HIGH(1)+7 = [1, 12]+7 = 19
2D6+5 = [5, 6]+5 = 16
The little guy hit by Galt lopes around him, focusing in on Randy. Galt takes the opportunity to strike at him, the blade knocking him forward, but not interrupting his stride as he moves closer to the ranger. Reaching up, he lowers the veil shrouding the lower part of his face, to reveal a scar crookened grin in a swarthy bearded face.
"...I think it's time we end this..."
"...don't you?...", chimes in the 'kneeling man' from the other side as he approaches Randy as well, their twinned faces grinning as they gaze at him.
((Two WIS Saves from Randy please!))
The south most figure advances on Galt, who shakes his head in response to something before regripping his sword.
WIS Save: Galt: 1D20+2 = [19]+2 = 21
The other two, that had previously been headed towards Randy shift their approach, both heading towards Galt now, smiling that same smile in that same face as they lower their veils.
"Ra--...", Galt calls out in warning before the greatsword topples from senseless fingers and he falls backwards on the sand.
WIS Save: Galt: 1D20+2 = [2]+2 = 4
1D20+2 = [16]+2 = 18
The robed figure that had been pelted with firebolts and eldritch blasts while ducking crossbow bolts staggers backward, vanishing from view over the back of the dune. The other three glance at him as he goes, but hold their positions, looking down at you from above.
Suddenly, one of the mules gives a start, stamping a hoof and snorting. The others pick it up, and looking about for cause, Holger and Tren notice to the east, a whole group of skulking figures, more small men in robes, as well as some sort of canine companions.
"More of them, to the east!", Tren calls out.
Their approach discovered, the men and their 'dogs' sprint towards the camp, grinning, swarthy faces framed by a close cropped beard. Those on the ridge drop their own veils, revealing the same smile in the same face, and head down the dune, their task of distraction at an end as two of them take cover among the stonework.
Tess, you come to your senses to find a ferret jumping up and down on your face, softly chirping with worry. As you become alert, you get mental images from Ily's perspective of hiding within your illusion until the robed men left.
Turn Order:
Ily
Robed men
Dornikal?? - status unknown
Ulmwin <---------------------
Randy
Zephyr
Tren
Coljin
Szartha
Holger
Tess
Galt?? - status unknown
Maji?? - status unknown
Renny - playing tarp fort