Morgrim looks back over his shoulder at his sister and Ellie and offers a resolute nod. "Ready?" Barring any objections to the contrary he steps up to the door and kicks it open, ready to face the foe head on.

Morgrim steps up and kicks down the door, sending pieces of wood shattering inward as it jerks violently to the side and nearly detaches from its hinges.

Unbeknownst to the adventurers, standing within the private quarters on the other side is none other than Marek the Shank, still smarting from their encounter in Dunavan's warehouse on the previous night. The swarthy red-skinned hobgoblin stands ready with his trusty shortbow, an arrow drawn and aimed, a second at his ready disposal in the fold of his boot. At his side, his trusty wolf Ripper, its fur hackled and ears pin backed for action.

But none of the adventurers gets much of a chance to stand and gawk, because two arrows fly straight at Morgrim in a flash, one striking the dwarf and the other whizzing harmlessly by his cheek.

Marek narrows his eyes as he makes out the intruders, "You! Again!" the hobgoblin stammers. "You got lucky at the warehouse...your luck's done run out now!" he sneers.

"Sic' em, Ripper!" he says, urging the wolf to race forward.

OOC: Morgrim takes 2 points of damage. Marek and the wolf are about 30 feet distant.

Marek the Shank
AC: 16
HP: 21/27

Ripper the Wolf
AC: 13
HP: 11/11


PC        AC    HP    Insp  Spell Save  Conditions & Notes
Dalgura   15   17/17    1      13
Ellie     12   19/19    0      13
Morgrim   15   12/19    1      13


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Ellie glances over Morgrim's head and spies the waiting hobgoblin. Narrowing her eyes, she responds to his boasts with a whispered refutation, "I don't think so..."

Ellie conjures a beam of crackling blue energy that lances from her outstretches palms and jets toward the hobgoblin in the adjoining room.

OOC: Witch Bolt. Hit for 6 points of lightning damage.

04:01, Today: Ellie Dovehand rolled 19,6 using d20+3,d12 ((16,6)).

In reply to Ellie Dovehand (msg # 191):

As Ellie and Grim go for the hobgoblin, Dal went for the wolf after hearing "sic em".  She cast her Sacred Flame not sure if it would hit since wolves were pretty quick but at the least she hoped it would give her time to heal up Grim more.

1st - Cantrip - Sacred Flame:  range 60' target makes a dex sav throw or take 1d8 radiant damage.  Gains no benefit from cover for the saving through.


07:46, Today: Dalgura Ironhammer rolled 2 using 1d8.  can wolf hair sizzle - sacred flame.

2nd - bonus action, hopefully healing Grim.  Healing Word - 1 bonus action, range 60 feet, duration instantaneous.  creature of your choice that you can see within range regains hit points equal to 1d4 + your spellcasting ability modifier.


07:47, Today: Dalgura Ironhammer rolled 8 using 1d4+5.  Heal thy Brother - he's the only one I got. (d4 +3 for wisdom ability mod +2 for domain of life).

Morgrim roars and surges forth, ready to meet 'Ripper' head on. Midway across the chamber and in midstride the druid launches himself forward, leaving the ground on two feet and landing on four. The beast that reaches the far side resembles a wolf, if wolves were the size of horses and had teeth as long as knives.

Seizing the smaller wolf in his jaws, Morgrim tears out its throat and sends it hurtling against the stone wall of the cavern with a heavy thud!

Bonus action: Wild Shape. Direwolf.
https://roll20.net/compendium/.../Dire%20Wolf#content

Morgrim's new AC is 14. His new HP total is 37.

Action: Attack. Critical hit against Ripper for 19 damage.

09:21, Today: Morgrim Ironhammer rolled 19 using 4d6+3.  Damage.
09:20, Today: Morgrim Ironhammer rolled 25 using 1d20+5.  Bite.

Seeing his beloved wolf, Ripper, get shaken about and tossed aside like a rag doll, Marek draws his sword and charges into the fray, his eyes burning with hatred and vengeance.

"Damn you!" he roars while racing forward, sword at the ready. "By Maglubiyet's fiery eyes, you will pay for that!" he shouts while thrusting his sword at the Morgrim-wolf.

OOC: Morgrim takes 7 points of damage.

Marek the Shank
AC: 16
HP: 17/27

Ripper the Wolf
AC: 13
HP: DEAD


PC        AC    HP    Insp  Spell Save  Conditions & Notes
Dalgura   15   17/17    1      13
Ellie     12   19/19    0      13
Morgrim   15   19/19    1      13     Dire Wolf form: AC 14, HP 30/37


PCs are UP!
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In reply to DM Shard (msg # 194):

Dal saw that, once again, somebody was trying to skewer her brother.  She really did take those type of things seriously.

"Hey!  Pick on somebody your own size!  Better yet.  Let Sharindlar show you the error of your ways!"

Dal sent another Sacred Flame at her brother's attacker.  She hoped, even if he dodged it, it would give Grim the chance to attack him.  She loved to tag team with her brother.

1st - Cantrip - Sacred Flame:  range 60' target makes a dex sav throw or take 1d8 radiant damage.  Gains no benefit from cover for the saving through.

10:16, Today: Dalgura Ironhammer rolled 2 using 1d8.  quit picking on Grim-That's my job!

Morgrim snapped his jaws at the hobgoblin but was rewarded only with a mouth full of metal. Still, he interposed himself between Marek and his companions, determinedly keeping the bandit leader at bay.

14:09, Today: Morgrim Ironhammer rolled 10 using 1d20+5.  Bite.

Crackling blue energy lances out from Ellie's outstretched hands, jetting across the cave toward the burly hobgoblin. The witch bolt strays wildly as it approaches, missing the intended target.

Possessed now by a single-minded rage, the hobgoblin ruffian throws himself into his swordplay, convinced of his superiority. He strikes Morgrim-wolf again, a glancing blow, but enough to at least draw a bit of blood.

He seems to gain confidence when he notices the spray of dark blood on his blade.

OOC: Morgrim takes 6 points of damage.

Marek the Shank
AC: 16
HP: 17/27

Ripper the Wolf
AC: 13
HP: DEAD


PC        AC    HP    Insp  Spell Save  Conditions & Notes
Dalgura   15   17/17    1      13
Ellie     12   19/19    0      13
Morgrim   15   19/19    1      13     Dire Wolf form: AC 14, HP 24/37


PCs are UP!

Possessed now by a single-minded rage, the hobgoblin ruffian throws himself into his swordplay, convinced of his superiority. He strikes Morgrim-wolf again, a glancing blow, but enough to at least draw a bit of blood.

He seems to gain confidence when he notices the spray of dark blood on his blade.

OOC: Morgrim takes 6 points of damage.

Marek the Shank
AC: 16
HP: 17/27

Ripper the Wolf
AC: 13
HP: DEAD


PC        AC    HP    Insp  Spell Save  Conditions & Notes
Dalgura   15   17/17    1      13
Ellie     12   19/19    0      13
Morgrim   15   19/19    1      13     Dire Wolf form: AC 14, HP 24/37


PCs are UP!

Frustrated at her inability to take Marek the Shank down, Ellie calls up another eldritch blast. This attack is likewise ineffective, narrowly missing the wily hobgoblin.

In reply to Ellie Dovehand (msg # 200):

Dalgura getting the idea that Sharindlar wanted her to get more practice in with her warhammer that Dalgura always kept on a loop.  With a quick flick of her wrist, Dal's warhammer was in her hand and she was attacking.

"IRONHAMMER!!!!"




17:55, Today: Dalgura Ironhammer rolled 4 using 1d20+3.  Dal - Warhammer attack.

No wonder Sharindlar said to practice more!

Morgrim snarls and gnashes his jaws but even with Dalgura by his side to distract Marek his teeth fail to find flesh.

Action: Attack, 14. Misses.

11:37, Today: Morgrim Ironhammer rolled 14 using 2d20+5, dropping the lowest dice only.  Pack tactics.

The sword-wielding hobgoblin advances with a brutal overhead strike, but Morgrim parries it away. On the recoil, the hobgoblin jabs his sword at the dwarf, but it is a clumsy, ineffective attack.

OOC:

Marek the Shank
AC: 16
HP: 6/27

Ripper the Wolf
AC: 13
HP: DEAD


PC        AC    HP    Insp  Spell Save  Conditions & Notes
Dalgura   15   17/17    1      13
Ellie     12   19/19    0      13
Morgrim   15   19/19    1      13     Dire Wolf form: AC 14, HP 24/37


PCs are UP!
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Ellie blasts the hobgoblin with eldritch power again, this time her aim is true.

OOC: hit for 11

Morgrim lunges at Marek's legs, sinking his teeth into the hobgoblin's shins and trying to drag him down to the ground.

Attack hits AC 20 for 8 damage.
Marek must succeed on a DC 13 Strength saving throw or be knocked prone.

11:51, Today: Morgrim Ironhammer rolled 8 using 2d6+3.  Damage.
11:51, Today: Morgrim Ironhammer rolled 20 using 2d20+5, dropping the lowest dice only.  Pack tactics.

In reply to Morgrim Ironhammer (msg # 205):

Dal growled and attempted to hit Marek again.  "Hold still you silly thing.  Accept your fate."


11:10, Today: Dalgura Ironhammer rolled 7 using 1d20+3.  Dal's attempt to hit-Hold still so I can hit you!

Morgrim knocks Marek down, sending the hobgoblin tumbling roughly to the earthen floor, his head striking a large rock. A loud crack later and the battle is over. Marek the Shank has been defeated!

Morgrim sits back on his haunches, chest heaving. With a quaver he stands, shedding his fur and regaining his usual stocky countenance.

"I'm glad that's over," he said breathlessly. "Come. Lets have a look around."

Searching this room and the one prior

In reply to Morgrim Ironhammer (msg # 208):

Dal shook her head as if to clear it and looked at Ellie and Grim.  "For such a little guy, he was hard to hit!  Everybody ok?  Anybody need healing?  I'm much better at that then hitting the thing."

Dal got up and started to help search the area.

"No need to fret about me, Gura, I'm fine," Morgrim said with a smile half-hidden by his long beard.

"Yeah, I've heard THAT before."

Dal quickly went to another section of the area to search so that Grim wouldn't see her grin.  No matter what he said, she'd still worry over him and knew that he would worry over her.

The party searches the hobgoblin's lair and the adjoining chamber and amidst the ruffian's personal effects, finds a leather bag beneath a sleeping pallet containing two flasks of an unusual green liquid and a small locked chest. On a nearby table, the group finds a crumpled sheet of parchment. Written in a flowing back script is the following missive:

Slim,

I presume the 'slight problem' you mentioned in your last report has been dealt with. We can't have any surprises interfering with the speaker's public audience--those not of our own making at least!

Duvessa has been doing a better job of courting public opinion than I anticipated. Bring a score of your best into town and come see me. We will need to act more decisively if I am to be assured of claiming her seat at the head of the council of speakers.


In place of a signature at the bottom of the note is a strange symbol, an arcane mark.

Morgrim gently smooths out the parchment and reads it with a furrowed brow.

"We have to alert the Speaker," he said worriedly before handing the note across to his sister. He knew she would have no more knowledge of the wizard's mark than he, nor Ellie for that matter.

"Something is rotten in the city of Bryn Shander."

I assume if the bandits or Marek's personal armaments were of any particular quality you would have said? I can't recall what Marek was armed with.

Collecting:
- Note
- Leather satchel with unidentified potions
- Three Dragon Ante cards
- Assorted coins

Morgrim will open the chest if he is able to do so.

Morgrim will also inspect the larder for any worthwhile portable acquisitions.