Irsoneic continues his attempt to gnaw at the creature that was still hissing uncontrollably on the snow. Finally Irsoneic feels his teeth budge stinking deeper into the side of the chest. Now that he's found a weak spot he digs in trying even harder to crunch into the creature.
Irsoneic bites and deals a total of 12 damage to Enemy 1. Enemy 1 makes its save and has stopped hissing now.

Tusk Bristleback takes care not to hit Irsoneic and attacks an open spot on the front of the chest. He hacks into the front leaving gashes where he marked. A black liquid starts to seep down the sides of the chest from the gashes.
Tusk Bristleback attacks and hits Enemy 1 dealing it a total of 8 damage.

Enemy 1, no longer hissing uncontrollably, leans back to its original position then slams as much as it can into Irsoneic's jaw. It hits solidly.
Enemy 1 hits and deals 6 damage to Irsoneic. Irsoneic is now grappled and must make a DC 13 check to break it. Ability checks made to break this grapple have disadvantage.

Map is as follows.

E = Enemy
X = Trees
Character Initials for placement.

	Iniative Order:
1.	Irsoneic	21
2.	Tusk Bristleback	18
3.	Enemy
4.	Izayah Hamadrell	13
5.	Elisar Moonraven	7
6.	Tiria Nailo	4

Alright that was Round 2 part 1. Just need the second round actions from Izayah, Elisar, and Tiria.
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Feeling stupid for being so easily tricked, and being woozy from the pain and loss of blood, Izayah stumbled back from the not-chest. He shook his head and drew his longbow, not wanting to be close enough to be bitten again for the moment. He nocked an arrow and loosed it at the creature.

"Bite ME, will ya?? Eat this!"

21:10, Today: Izayah Hamadrell rolled 19,9 using d20+5,d8+3.  Longbow vs Not-Chest.

"Gentlemen, will you stop trying to get yourselves eaten! Master Irsoneic, I'm appreciate that you like your meat fresh but maybe wait until it's dead first!"

As he spoke he stepped backwards, checking over his shoulder to make sure he wasn't going to trip over anything. When satisfied he was far enough back he began to incant, moving his hands through the air. “Lasann lasracha na feirge tríd an spéir, ag díol aingil ina gcarbaid ag tabhairt anáil scorrach an bháis síos.” As he completed the phrases he held out one hand, three fingers pointed forwards towards the box monster. A ray of fire leapt forwards from each fingertip, hurtling towards the foul monstrosity. The first two struck it firmly, scorching it's wooden exterior, while the third narrowly missed and struck the snow covered ground behind it, sending up a brief plume of steam.

Elisar Moonraven
AC 14
HP 28 / 28

Move: to O6

Bonus Action - Give Irsoneic Bardic Inspiration with Reinvigorating Inspiration. Once within the next 10 minutes you can roll 1d6 and add the number rolled to one ability check, attack roll, or saving throw you make. You can wait until after you roll the d20 before deciding to use the Bardic Inspiration die, but must decide before the DM says whether the roll succeeds or fails. You also regain 5hp immediately.

Action: Cast Scorching Ray at the Mimic. Two hits for total 17hp fire damage.


09:33, Today: Elisar Moonraven rolled 5 using 1d6+3.  Reinvigorating Inspiration on Irsoneic.

09:37, Today: Elisar Moonraven rolled 22,22,9 using 1d20+6,1d20+6,1d20+6 with rolls of 16,16,3.  Scorching Ray attack.
09:38, Today: Elisar Moonraven rolled 9,8 using 2d6,2d6 with rolls of 6,3,6,2.  Damage from 2 hits.

Seeing the searing rays of flame shoot past her, Tiria takes a similar approach.

After a short retreat the wizard holds her hand aloft, palm upwards, she conjures a trio of tetrahedrons seemingly made of sunlight that descend to circle her wrist with ever increasing speed until firing off at a tangent one after the other.

The motes of light move in a blur almost too fast to see, soundlessly honing in to simultaneously slam into the 'chest' with significant force.

OOC: Magic Missile on Enemy 1 for total 10 force damage.
Move back another 10 feet.
19:10, Today: Tiria Nailo rolled 3,5,3 using 1d4+1,1d4+1,1d4+1.  Magic Missile.
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Izayah Hamadrell swiftly moves back narrow being missed by a tendril reaching out to grab him. He then looses an arrow at the box creature and hits at the base of the tendril. It quickly retracts the tendril and hisses.
Izayah Hamadrell backs up to L7 provoking an attack of opportunity. Enemy 1 misses its attack and Izayah Hamadrell makes it to his new spot. He attacks with his long bow and hits dealing Enemy 1 9 damage.

Elisar Moonraven moves back as well trying to get away from the otherwise preoccupied creature. Then with an incantation he releases three bolts of flame. The first two hit the box dead on searing it to a crisp while the third bolt goes flying into the snow dissipating in a huff of steam. The creature stops moving and stops hissing. Irsoneic finds that he is no longer stuck to the box.
Elisar Moonravenmoved to O6 casting Scorching Ray and hit with 2 out of the 3 dealing a total of 17 damage to Enemy 1. Enemy 1 is dead!

Tiria Nailo doesn't get a chance to hit the creature before it is dead so she does not use up the spell slot.


Well done guys. You each get 90 xp! Combat complete.

Izayah let out a sound that was half disgust mixed with half relief. "That...is going to give me nightmares." He shook his head and let out a chuckle.

But then he frowned. "I don't suppose it left any actual treasure behind? He moved slower than usual as he started back towards where it had been.

Irsoneic, upon being grappled, went into a biting frenzy. Chewing on this thing was like chewing on wood and rocks, and he was going to be very disappointed if there was not a mooshy center to this thing at some point.

Action: Bite hits AC 14 for 8 P
Bonus: Flurry of Blows, misses AC 6 for 4, hits AC 11 for 7 (-1 ki point)

18:12, Today: Irsoneic rolled 14,8,6,4,11,7 using d20+5,d6+3,d20+5,d6+3,d20+5,d6+3.  Bite, Flurry of Bites.

He stopped short and suddenly as the lizard man went in to a biting frenzy on the dead creature. He stepped back slightly, not wanting to get to close until...whatever was happening...was over.

"Irsoneic? I think it's dead already." He let out a small laugh. "But you make sure, buddy!"

I swear, that post didn't exist when I posted that...

Irsoneic stopped and looked up at Izayah, his teeth still on the thing, "Hungh?" Then he looked down and noticed it had stopped fighting back. He seemed slightly disappointed, but also a bit embarrassed at having not noticed before.

At least it would make getting to the softer bits easier. If it had softer bits.

Tiria raises her eyebrows at the lizardfolk then moves over to Izayah, taking his hand in hers to turn it this way and the other.

"Nothing permanent," she says as she releases it, giving him a gentle pat on the cheek and a smile.

"That was quite a unexpected, the Rimewood never fails to surprise..."

Tusk hastily removes his halberd from the vicinity of Irsoneic. He'd heard some animals went into feeding frenzies, and didn't want the lizardfolk's predilection for wood and steel to result in a damaged weapon... or Irsoneic.

As Irsoneic continued to hold part of the chest in his jaw, it and the rest of the box turned into a sludge which slowly got absorbed into the snow melting it as it went. The the sludge finally stopped moving it had been absorbed into the ground completely leaving behind the potions, the sack, and the scroll in a circle on the snow that hadn't melted.

Izayah looked extremely surprised and then happy. He pointed with a big smile on his face, like a child spying presents under the tree on a certain winter holiday. "Look! It DID actually have treasure!"

He gave the inert creature a little kick. "Bitey bastard."

He nodded to the potions and scroll, "Bet those're magic, yes?" He carefully opened the sack and peeked inside.

"Not a part of the... thing... then?" Tiria wonders as she salvages the scroll from the ground before the moisture can cause it too much damage.

Unfurling it, she looks it over, taking care not to utter aloud any of the words nor read the entirety in order.

"This could be magic, and I am well versed in herbalism so may be able to figure out what those liquids are with time but Elisar may have come across something like them in his travels, yes?"

Elisar walked over to Izayah and clapped him on the back. “At least it wasn’t a wolf this time, I wouldn’t want you to get bored!”

He approached the chest as it turned into a gloopy ooze, wrinkling his nose in disgust as it melted away. Finally he put his sword away and looked at the treasures left behind. After Tiria had inspected the scroll and potions he did the same to see if he could work out what they were. “Hmmm, curious,” he mused.

If anyone needs urgent healing let me know. Also, if anyone is resting I can sing Song of Rest to boost your HP recovery.

Seeing that Izayah was wounded, Elisar began to play a gentle tune on his new lute. As he did so, the music help to soothe the souls of those who had been hurt.

Playing Song of Rest - anyone Resting regains an additional 1d6HP.

Izayah thought it amusing they were resting so close to the town, but he WAS injured. Plus it gave them time to identify some of the items they'd found so they could maybe think about how to divide or sell such things when they did get back to town. He could almost FEEL the warmth of the fire in his cabin after having some ale.


10:17, Today: Izayah Hamadrell rolled 3,1 using d10+2,d6.  First hit die for short rest (+song of rest).
10:18, Today: Izayah Hamadrell rolled 7 using 1d10+2.  2nd Hit die short rest.
10:20, Today: Izayah Hamadrell rolled 12 using 1d10+2.  3rd Hit die short rest.

After completing his song, Elisar turned his attention back to the items they had found, wondering if any of them held any magical properties. He gathered them together and found a quiet spot on the ground. Sitting down he held up his lute and strummed a gentle melody, a simple tune over and over again. It was peaceful, and aided his concentration as the arcane energies flowed through him. All the time he kept his eyes closed, as if lost in a trance.

Casting Identify 4 times, once using Fey Touched Feat, then three times as a Ritual. Total casting time is 34 minutes.

Tusk notices that others are taking a moment to recover, and does likewise. He remains alert for any more chests that may be hostile, but otherwise tries to relax and enjoy the brisk day.

I didn't catch who's counting out the gold in the pouch, but it contains 250gp.

In reply to The Narrator (msg # 253):

Tusk isn't shy about counting the money out while he rests.

Finally, Elisar came out of his trance-like state. He stood up and held the items aloft. "A most fascinating haul, my good friends. This potion," he held up a clear liquid with an indistinguishable object bobbing around inside (maybe a piece of orange peel, or maybe something quite unpleasant), "will give you the strength of a giant! Now this one," he held the second flask containing what appeared to be liquid metal, "will make you impervious to all damage, though only for a short time. And this one," he held up the final vial, this one a blue bubbling liquid, "will make you feel like a hero, aiding you in battle! All very exciting, don't you think?"

He placed the potions carefully on the ground, allowing his comrades to inspect them further and take what they wished. He then turned to Tiria and held up the scroll. "Now this parchment contains a powerful spell, as you suspected. It is a transmutation spell that will allow the caster to make something shrink or grow for a short time, depending on your preference. It works on objects as well as creatures, I believe."

"They are are most interesting treasures, but I will not lay claim to any of them. My new lute is sufficient, so please feel free to choose between you."


Potion of Giant Strength (Stone)
Potion of Invulnerability
Potion of Heroism
Scroll of Enlarge/Reduce

Tiria grins excitedly at Elisars evaluations, rubbing her hands together and shifting her weight from foot to foot.

"They all sound very powerful but that spell is definitely the one I want."

She looks at the other three with a broad smile and flutters her eyelashes, "That would leave a potion for each of you, doesn't that work out neatly?"

OOC: That's one of my favourite spells :)

Izayah grinned and clapped Elisar on the back. "Thank you - both for identifyin' the items an' for the song o'healin'." His grin widened, "An' for bringin' the wolves to us EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. we enter the forest!" He let out a booming laugh.

To the items he waved a hand to encompass all of them. "I ain't picky. Fair split's all I ask."

OOC: He'll take whichever potion isn't picked by others.

Alright guys I'll let you figure out who is getting what in OOC so we can continue.

After the group finished figuring out who got what it was time to continue their travels back to Smith's Gambit. As they left the tree line of the Rimewood behind they never did quite lose sight of it while they traveled along the beach. It was noon time, but as the group trekked they found it wasn't too long before the sun started to hang lower in the sky, however all notice of this was gone once the group could finally see Smith's Gambit in the desistance. Since the incident with the box it had been smooth sailing and now with home in sight a smooth finish was coming at last. All that was left was to find Carlton and give him the news.

Please switch over to the Frosthide Inn thread.