Leanna (19) <Healthy> No Conditions (@Vertigo)
Baldrick(18) <Healthy> No Conditions (@Decker219)
Durnan(16) <Healthy> No Conditions (@Zitacamron95)
Troll(15) <Nearly Bloodied> No Conditions (@Zitacamron95)
Falling Mist(12) <Healthy> No Conditions (@Exit
Yoh(12) <Healthy> No Conditions (@Lucius Cypher)
Flying Guys(11) <Healthy> No Conditions (@Zitacamron95)
Nei(8) <Healthy> No Conditions (@Idea)
Atone(2) <Healthy> No Conditions (@Skwint)


HP: 144/144
AC: 16
SPEED: 30

So, how battle will work is I will post a map like I did above and the Initiative order along with NPC stats if there are any. There are two things I need from everyone during their post turn which is the stats I ask for in the 0th post and at the end of your post mention the next character in the initiative. When you move please use the numbers and letters on the grid so I can move you on the map.

Next Up: @Vertigo

HP: 9/9
AC:13
SPEED:30 ft
Spell casters add

Spell Save DC:12
Prepped Spells:Cantrips- Guidance, Frostbite, 1st Level-Healing Word, Faerie Fire, Entangle

Baldrick looked over at his foes. The troll was the more obvious threat, but he wasn't sure he could do much against it. The flying creatures seemed less dangerous, but did that mean they could be ignored? Which did he target? What was the right choice?

Music seemed to cut through Baldrick's thoughts and calmed his nerves. Perhaps there was a an alternative to directly fighting. Extending his hand, Baldrick began to mutter an incantation and bathed the area the creatures were in, in bright green light. After casting his spell he retreated back a few paces and drew his scimitar, readying himself for the fight.

Both the troll and flying guys save from Faerie Fire with a 17 and 20.


HP: 134/144
AC: 16
SPEED: 30

Durnan watches one of the flying creatures drop after a dagger was thrown. Objects around the troll start to cast light while the creatures stay uneffected. Durnan hops over the bar with his great sword and charges at the troll. Not having the time to hit, but giving him enough time to be hit. "Focus on the Stirges!" Durnan points to the flying creatures as commands the room of heroes. "And douse the troll in lamp oil and set it on fire when it falls."




The troll's wounds that had been there before now look like they have healed slightly. It roars in Durnan's face and goes in for the attack. The troll tries to bite and claw at Durnan. missing the first two times, it goes in for a third and manages to hit.



Next Up: @Exit

YOH

HP: 10/10
AC: 14
SPEED: 30ft

Spell Save DC: 13
Prepped Spells:
Cantrips (at will): Eldritch Blast, Green-Flame Blade
1st level (-): Armor of Agathys, Hex

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And so the battle commenced. Many of the patrons were clearing out or cowering. A few others decided to join the barkeep in repelling the troll beast. However while the troll is no doubt the biggest threat in this room, the barkeep was right to suggest that the others first eliminate the stirges. It made sense; the barkeep would be able to hold off the troll for now, but he cannot disengage to chase down any of the flying beasts that might escape and harm others. Though Yoh doubts that the ones attached to the troll itself is are going anywhere, the ones flying above it might. And so Yoh began approaching the troll, raising his hand towards the stirges above. A faint light began to glow in the palm of his hand as he charged his magic, and once he was certain he would strike his target his closed his hand into a fist.

"Élettelëa."

Suddenly from his lone eye, a single beam of light flashed faster than an arrow, striking the stirge. Lowering his hand Yoh continued to walk towards the troll. As he walked he reached into his pocket, taking out what appeared to be a small petrified eye of a newt. Yoh raised his hand up to his head as he crushed this eye, causing his own eye to flash for a moment and cause the troll to feel a profane sense of weakness.

"Poldorë Umbar."

Falling Mist's hit misses the troll. Yoh manages to take out one of the stirges. Four of the Stirges break from the others and attempt to attach themselves and drink the blood of Atone, Baldrick, Leanna, and Durnan. They all manage to attach themselves to the four targets and you can feel these things taking more blood from you.



Next Up: @Idea

Now I'd said it didn't I? The cat person seemed interested in what I was going to do too, ah what could I do? I couldn't cast any great magic like the actual sorceress, in fact I couldn't cast any at all without Lord. Was I really supposed to hit that big burly thing all the way across the well? What was the farthest I had cast again?

The orders to shoot at the bat creatures brought some relief at least. They seemed like a weaker target and better yet, they got the cat person's attention! I cleared my throat, fixed my posture, and gaze upon this miniature battlefield with my arms crossed and forcing a scoff.

"Hmph, I suppose it can't be helped then. Can't say I've encountered these things before, so I'll differ to the expert's advice. Either way, it seems like a waste to expend my most powerful, grandiose magics upon such filth, but I suppose I have some spare sparks I don't have another use for." Having said that, I swiftly moved forward a bit (still making sure to stay a good 5 feet away from the well so I didn't fall), fixed my hair and pulled my backpack to my front, then held it tightly close to my chest with one arm, while holding out the other in the direction of the creature attacking the blond-haired bard.

The faint traces of hair in my forearm raised as a chill blew with the wind that seemed to be starting to swirl around it. Droplets of what appeared to be glowing snow rained down (and some up) to my arm and gloves, covering them in a whitish blue light, gathering especially in my palm.

"Ray of Frost!" I trusted my arm forward, causing shooting out that light toward my target.

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Interacting With: N/A
Mentions: @vertigo @exit
Might Also Want to Read: @skwint
Spell Attack Roll Roll: 17 (14 + 2 + 1)
Damage Roll (If it Hits): 2

Atone was unable to enter the fight as soon as he would have liked. He had gotten caught up in the panic-stricken crowd that was fleeing the tavern and only now was he free to move. Before he could make his way towards the troll, however, one of the flying creatures swooped down to make a meal out of him. Atone cried out in pain and then swung his longsword at the creature in retaliation. Once the creature was dealt with Atone stepped forward to engage the flying creature attacking Durnan.



@Vertigo You're up.

HP: 3/9
AC:13
SPEED:30 ft
Spell casters add

Spell Save DC:12
Prepped Spells:Cantrips- Guidance, Frostbite, 1st Level-Healing Word, Faerie Fire, Entangle

Baldrick hissed in pain as the creature latched on to him and dug into his flesh. He stumbled as he felt his blood drain from his body and he fumbled for for his scimitar, bringing it down onto the creature. His eyes darted around the room, besides the troll, the rest of the flying beasts seemed to be collapsing. That brought him a sense of relief, but the fighting was not over yet. Across the way a young woman with a lute was playing the instrument, despite being injured herself. Realizing that she was most likely the one whose music invigorated him earlier, Baldrick sought to return the favor and called out a word of healing.



Next @Zitacamron95

HP: 110/144
AC: 16
SPEED: 30

Durnan paid no mind to the stirge now attached to him. He decided to deal with the bigger threat, relying on the others to get rid of the stirge. He attacked the troll four times with his sword, Grimvault. The troll managed to dodge and knock the blade away three out of the four times. Leaving only one minor wound on the troll.





The troll, enraged by the attack from Durnan, used all of his natural weapons available to fight back the barkeep. The troll managed to sink his teeth into Durnan's flesh and a deep scratch in his armor. The while he was getting hit quite a bit, Durnan still looked to be in good health. Though, the troll did as well. The nice wound Durnan had just given the beast was now fully healed.



Next Up: @Exit

YOH

HP: 10/10
AC: 14
SPEED: 30ft

Spell Save DC: 13
Prepped Spells:
Cantrips (at will): Eldritch Blast, Green-Flame Blade
1st level (-): Armor of Agathys, Hex

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Thanks to the quick thinking of some of the other patrons, a bulk of the flying horde fell, not dead but asleep. This should make slaying them easy. Emphasis on should. Yaj moved in closer to one of the sleeping striges, the one next to a troll, brandishing his spear with both hands. Hefting his weapon above his head Yaj stabbed his spear downwards, but much to his disappointment realized that he missed a sleeping target, making him unable to not only cast his melee cantrip, but utterly fail to kill an unconscious insect. "... Well this is embarrassing."

Falling Mist hits the troll in the back with his shortbow. The troll roars angrily and looks over to see who did that. Fortunately for Mist, the troll doesn't have great vision and cannot see much. So, he continues the fight with Durnan. The only Stirge that is awake takes more blood from Baldrick and after filling up detaches from him.



Up Next: @Idea

While the warmth gradually started to return to my arm, my eyes remained fixed on following the blue beam until I witnessed it clashing into the flying creature's lower back and spreading frost across it. Be it because it reaches the wings and they couldn't remain suspended in the air, or because of the cold, the creature dropped to the floor at once, and there it remained. I squinted my eyes towards where it had fallen, but with the distance and the table in the way, it was hard to tell whether it had stopped moving at all. I gave up on finding out, and rose my gaze to the person who was previously being attacked...

WOAH! What was that look?! It was hard to see from here, but they stared at me for a moment, I was sure of it! They muttered something too... I did just kill the thing attacking them right? I killed it, right? Did I do something wrong?

I looked around the battlefield. My body felt stiff, my feet were urging to move while my throat seemed suspended my arms glued in place. A tiefling was attacking one of the flying creatures like I did, with a blade instead. That cat person attacked as well, but they attacked the big ugly thing instead.

Maybe we were supposed to focus our attacks on that big one then? And the other things were just, like, in the way? Or was the stare because I stole their kill? Were they saying they totally had that handled and I shouldn't have gotten in the way?

Well, after I we were done with this mess I'd just group up with whoever I was supposed to meet and disappear before I had to deal with that girl. I nodded to myself as if to reinforce my commitment to that plan.

The brute thing kept slashing at the barkeep, even after getting an arrow on its shoulder though. I gulped, squeezed my backpack again and took a few steps forward, closer to the well.

"Indeed, a poultry task!" The lady who hired me liked to experiment things, right? Perhaps I could use that now. "I shall see whether it will have a similar effect on a larger target. Ray of frost!"

The cold light once again formed around my arm and was shot out of it, this time propelled over the well.

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Interacting With: N/A
Mentions: @vertigo @exit @lucius cypher
Might Also Want to Read: @skwint
Spell Attack Roll Roll: 12
Damage Roll (If it Hits): 8

As Atone pressed forward despite his injury to engage his next opponent he heard an enchanting voice call out to him over the sounds of battle.

"Be not afraid! You're not alone!"

Immediately after he heard those words a sensation of warmth washed over his body as he felt the pain from his wound fade and then vanish completely. His first thought after such an occurrence was that of divine intervention. Surely such a beautiful voice would belong to an angel and as a servant of the gods he was never truly alone. Spurred on by the belief that he had received direct assistance from the gods he rushed forward with renewed vigor.

Just as Atone closed in on the sleeping stirge another man beat him to it. With a single mighty thrust from his spear the stranger missed the creature entirely. However, this failed attack did give Atone pause and he remembered that there had been someone else near him before. He turned around and saw the man that had also intervened in the bar fight from earlier lying on the floor and mortally wounded. Atone's initial plan had been to finish off this other flying creature and then head for the troll, but his duty was the defense of the innocent, not seeking glory. The troll would have to wait.

Leaving the sleeping creature to the fellow with the spear, Atone charged the stirge that had incapacitated the druid with vengeful intent and swung his blade.



Next: @Vertigo

HP: 98/144
AC: 16
SPEED: 30

Durnan sees the troll get doused in oil and makes a quick glance at the girl who did it. So does the troll. Durnan takes the opportunity to attack the troll four more times. He hits the troll twice, then grabs a book of matches from his pocket and tosses it to Leanna. "Light him up."




Relative Health: Injured

The Troll lashes back at Durnan attempting to get the human out of his path. His bite does nothing, but his claws catch Durnan.