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[Cynicalwhovian]

Stella's busy lining up a shot on the quick-moving swan. [Initiative 10]

[LordPorkins]

Fyodor  is still recovering from the multitude of branches to the face he sustained on his run here

Rolled Init=6

[ZQFarnzy]

Nooooope. None of that. Riisi hopped on the skiff and peeked out over the rim at everyone who wasn't on yet.

(Initiative: 17)

[TALLPANZER]

Brother Jonathan lifted his fists, ready to run but wanting to defend those around him.

init = 10

[retromach]

The charge came rushing in, lances forward. Their charge was perfectly executed and devastating, catching the fleeing adventurers nearly completely off guard. Most of those who had been ready for them sprinted up. None had chosen to shoot them down, and many of those who could had been caught unaware.

One of the charging figures' lances broke off of Dullahan's mighty chestplate. The armlance shattered and the swan thudded into him in a mess of feathers and ineffectual bites.

Jonathan's struck him more directly, burying it's lance-arm. He took 4 damage, and must make a DC8 strength save to halve 10 damage from growing roots coming in up his stomach.

Fyodor took a similar blow up under his arm. Roots grew through his ribcage as he fought to tighten his muscles to slow them. 3 damage, and then strength 8 to halve 9.

Stella took a blow into her arm. It cut deeply, but the lance partially broke. She takes 5 damage, and must make a DC8 strength save to halve 4 damage.

[TALLPANZER]

save = 14

"Ouch! they have quite the bite." Brother Jonathan punched the woodling that speared him

to hit = 13 min damage kill

Then kicked one out of the way as he dashed for the skiff.

to hit = 14 min damage kill

[Cynicalwhovian]

[Save 8] Stella makes a hasty retreat to the skiff as she gets off a shot at one of the treefolk. [15 tohit; 4 damage]

[Trissy-Tama]

[Redacted at request]

[retromach]

A tiny treefolk flailed, eyes widening as it was hurled back from Jonathan's punch. It's head cracked open at it collided with a stone. Jonathan booted another from in front of Stella. It flew into the leaves of the distant canopy with a quiet rustle drowned out by the incoming hailstorm of treefolk. The two of them ran for the skiff, Stella loosing an arrow back as she ran and killing the treefolk attacking Fyodor. The swans honked around and looked angry and confused, for now, as the last of the treefolk was still battering itself and it's mount ineffectually into Dullahan's mighty chestplate.

[LordPorkins]

"Gah! Fall back!l

Fyodor runs back to the skiff, clutching at his chest wound. He attempts to stab at the Woodling poking at dullahan, but misses

[JaxtalMK2]

Dullahan shrugged his blade off his shoulder, and took a wide hack... too wide as it turned out, the blade passing by the tiny treefolk instead of hitting it. He'd grumble, but keep moving anyway, expecting his armour to continue to hold up to the annoying wooden sliver stabbing at him.

[retromach]

The Swanlancer started to chase Dullahan. It managed a blow into his back!

Dullahan took 4 damage, and has to make a DC8 strength save to halve 9.

[JaxtalMK2]

Dullahan picked the thing off his back, stared at it coldly, and casually tossed it down, seeming completely unbothered by the attack. "I think that's enough of that." (Save =15, Second wind = 9hp heal)

[Weirdsound]

Seeing all his comrades on the Skiff, Hel-Shredder makes a dash for it himself! Upon reaching the controls, he turns to the last remaining treefolk and raises his wand in its direction!

"Peace out, Guthash! Stay Frosty!" He calls to his foe, mixing a bit of goblin language into his common, before firing a parting ray of Frost in its direction. By the time the spell connects, reducing the plant being to frozen wood shrapnel, the wounded Hobgoblin has already turned his back to the fray to steer the skiff, lifting the craft off the ground and bolting toward the Astral Kraken at full speed!

(Attack = 18)
(Damage Roll = 4)

[retromach]

The skiff pulled away as the waves of tiny treefolk charged out. The skiff rose along the canopy as treefolk raced from branch to branch, leaping and swinging. The first of them almost caught you as it leaped from the highest branch, only to fall just short. About a half hour's airskiff ride away, the Astral Kraken awaited.