Another DND Campaign: Heroes of Eskovia!! (DM for Entry!)

[SaphiraBrightscales]

Ilyrana Amastacia | 107 | Female | Wood Elf | Drakewarden Ranger

"Fight it is then," the small elf grumbles under her breath before drawing the hood of her cloak up with one hand to hide her pointed ears. Ilyrana isn't entirely sure if they are prejudice towards other species or not but would rather play it safe, especially with her summoned drake. Her eyes track the movements of the soldiers and when the group of them turned their attention towards the tiefling, she let the arrow fly towards the bald man. Either the men had forgotten about her or they didn't deem her a threat but three against one is not fair odds. Her forest green eyes flick up at her drake as she hesitates for a split second before sending the creature in to release a spray of poison at the men, warning him to remain high in the air.

[InfectedHau]

Velathraxia Meran||Dragonborn Fighter||Inn|| Tagged: Inn occupants

Meran let out a growl of pain, a shimmering barrier of psionic force coating her skin a bit too late. Two on one was hardly fair, though she didn't really expect them to care. Thankfully the other two were moving to back her up. Lightning crackled at the back of her throat, but she kept it down for the time being. These people were in dire straits as it was, she didn't want to add repair costs to their troubles as well. Bringing her weapon back around (and wincing at the pain in her shoulder), she whipped the blade at the nearest guard's head, hoping to at least knock him out.

[Superpegasusgirl]

Meran- the pain in your shoulder causes the blow to land softer than intended, causing a large tear in one of the men's cheeks. While you're attacking, Ilyrana's arrow whizzes past the bald man's ear and into the wall. Her soft whispers to her drake companion cause the snakelike creature to fly above the attackers and poison everyone in the vicinity- including Meran. (Take 4 damage points)

The soldiers stop to gasp for air and cough out fumes- momentarily distracting them from attacking Whit. In the midst of all this chaos, a dagger plunges into one of the soldier's arms, piercing straight through his chainmail. "Curses." India stands shaking, pulling her dagger out again. "I was aiming for the neck."

[SaphiraBrightscales]

Ilyrana Amastacia | 107 | Female | Wood Elf | Drakewarden Ranger

A faint grimace appears on her face for a moment as the poison spray also got the dragonborn and also due to the fact her arrow had missed. Not wanting to risk hitting India or the dragonborn with a stray arrow, Ilyrana hesitates on releasing another arrow. Instead she sends the drake back in, this time to bite one the the men at random while also having it infuse the next strike the dragonborn makes

[Superpegasusgirl]

*I'm going to let Whit and Velanthraxia attack before I hit yall again*

[Superpegasusgirl]

*Giving ya'll a few more days before I hit yall again*