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soon as I turn and run away from the imp towards
Fjord, around the trees so that the frog guy
doesn’t get an attack on me.
MATT: Well, you’re still in his combat range,
actually. He has a ten-foot range.
LIAM: Stay. Maybe he’ll be distracted by fear.
MATT: He does have disadvantage on the attacks
because of the fear effect, so that’s helpful. Do
you want to run through this way?
LAURA: I guess, yeah.
TALIESIN: He can’t follow you.
MATT: 30, that puts you there. Both the imp and
Kylre get an–
TALIESIN: Both have disadvantage.
MATT: The imp because…
TALIESIN: Vicious Mockery.
MATT: Oh, that’s right, yeah. That’s right.
TALIESIN: Part of the plan!
LIAM: Damn. We’re in a tight spot.
MATT: That Vicious Mockery brings the imp’s attack
down to a nine, so the stinger whips past you.
Kylre’s giant claw reaches out and tries to catch
you as you run past. Natural 20 and a three.
(relieved noises)
MATT: That puts you at a nine, which I’m pretty
sure misses. As you rush past, you hear the (boom)
of the ground behind you and bits of dirt and rock
throw up, tapping the back of your head from the
impact of Kylre’s grasp hitting the ground.
LAURA: I’m just running away saying: Shit, shit,
shit!
MATT: That ends your turn?
LAURA: I guess so.
MATT: That brings us to Caleb. I need you to make
a death saving throw.
LIAM: Success.
MATT: Okay, that’s one success in that. Nott.
SAM: There is an imp still in front of us?
MATT: Yes. There is an imp that just knocked Caleb
to the ground.
LIAM: He’s going to fuck me up.
SAM: Okay. I will just shoot him with an arrow.
I’m like ten feet away?
MATT: Yeah. 15 feet from him.
SAM: 15 feet. I’ll draw and shoot.
MATT: You pull out your hand crossbow.
SAM: Oh boy, ten.
MATT: Ten? That does not hit, unfortunately. It
ducks out of the way.
SAM: And then I will–
TALIESIN: You have so few actions.
SAM: I really do. I will cover Caleb’s body with
mine.
TALIESIN: Does that work?
SAM: We’ll see.
MATT: You move onto Caleb’s space and use your
body as a shield. Okay, that ends Nott’s turn.
Fjord, you’re up.