CAMPAIGN: The Unburning (D&D5e)

There's so many, How many can I possibly carry in this form. Will I even be able to carry one of them? Will I be able to keep inhaling this smoke as a bird. "My feathers should stop some of the smoke," Sharn blurted as she held her wing hands slightly away from mouth assuming the rest of the feathers on them could block smoke. Can I still use my fiend powers in this state? Only one way to find out.
Sharn does her best to shoot an eldritch blast straight up as she hurries towards the the two shapes closest to the fire. Planning to attempt to pick one of them up with her beak mouth.

"Well, here goes nothing!" Pulling his cloak around him, Petrol would run close to the fire on the back wall and try to throw some water over it, aiming for the top of the fire.

Afterwards, he would try to cut an opening in the back of the tent, a couple of steps away from the fire.

Arcadia sighed as she watched nearly everyone run in the burning building. She took a long moment to rub her temples. She listened for any sounds of distress and heard nothing. The "victims" were most likely dummies. But if Arcadia doesn't do anything, there will be some burning bodies.

She reaches into her satchel, pulling on the helmet and cloak before assessing the scenario. Arcadia hadn't exactly rescued anyone ever but she knew that she couldn't just sit around and do nothing. She noticed buckets of water sitting near the entrance and grabbed one before heading in, following the crazed bird woman who was probably going to get herself killed.

Kailyn lifts the first person. They are heavy, but he is still able to lift them. Their body is completely limp and unresisting, as if totally unconscious, but through his cloak, he can feel that they are warm-- so probably not dead?

Sharn's eldritch blast rips a small hole in the canvas above her head. Some light pours in and some smoke swirls out. The flame in the closest corner to her seems to burn brighter, but it is impossible to tell how much if this is the magic that Kailyn worked, and how much is because of the new source of oxygen.

When Sharn digs her beak into the person's flesh, it is warm and soft and horribly sticky in her mouth.



The person seems unconscious, and does not react to being bitten. Sharn is strong, but not strong enough to lift this person with her "beak" alone.



Petrol's water splashes against the bulk of the flame, extinguishing most of it with a sizzle. A few small flames still flicker at the edges of the burnt area.

His dagger goes through the tent easily, but cutting a hole large enough to squeeze his body through is still a challenge. The tent fabric is thick and strong and there seem to be two layers of it. Fresh air pours in, and he can see the sunlight on a rock outcropping behind the tent.

Arcadia follows Sharn

Probably not dead yet, so that's a good thing. And better to treat a few broken bones rather than burning to death, so Kailyn continues dragging the bodies and chucking them down the stairs for his companions to catch and deal with.

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Petrol breathes a sigh of relief, and tries to use his cloak to smother the few licks of flame that still remained. It was a little tough to cut a new back door to the tent, but maybe that won't be necessary now.

With that done, he would run back to the entrance of the tent to report his status to Normin and anyone else who was waiting out there.

"Two over here!" Cece shouts, hopefully loud enough that the others can hear over the infernal gonging. What to do, what to do... the sorceress begins chanting softly and twirling her right hand before making a tight fist and yelling "OUT!" towards the fire at the top of the stairs. "Ees eet too beeg? Weel eet no work?" she thinks internally. If it doesn't look promising, she'll grab the nearest body and start dragging him towards the stairs.

Cantrip Used: Prestidigitation
You instantaneously light or snuff out a candle, a torch, or a small campfire.

Ebald hears Kaylin and sees a body roll down the stairs. He runs to the stairs, using his cloak to put out any flames that might get in his way, and moves to help catch the bodies rolling down the stairs and bring them out.

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Ebald drags the first body out of the front of the tent, and lays it limp near Caldon's feet.



The flames react to Cece's spell, receding and flickering for an instant, but the flame is too large, and is not quenched.

When she grabs the nearest of the two people, Cece feels the same thing that others have felt, that the body is limp, but still warm. And sticky! And what is that sweet smell?

Kailyn lifts a second body and brings it to the stairs, he is close to choking on the smoke.

"Em soch on odiot," Sharn unknowingly said with her mouth full of person.
This was all a trap. A nice and neat way to kill off a small group of undesirables. Sharn had to get out. Had to leave before they sealed her up in here.
Sharn, as quickly as she could, left the person, turned around and went backdown the stairs towards the exit.

As Arcadia follows Sharn, Sharn suddenly changes direction and comes back down the stairs. As they pass, Arcadia sees Sharn's mouth and chin is smeared by something white and yellow. Butter? Honey? Wax?

Wew, looks like I'm a smidge late...

Rasvim rushes into the tent and drags the dummies(?) out as fast as he can.

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After a short breather, Petrol would refill his bucket and run back into the tent, this time taking the right staircase and scouting out any sources of light on the second floor.

Arcadia is stopped in her tracks, seeing Sharn running back down the stairs. The bird woman has a maddening look to her face, more than usual, as if she's eaten something foul. Arcadia turns to see others dragging the assumed passed out "victims" from the fire.

Remembering her healing skills, Arcadia shouts "Bring them to me and I'll try to heal them!"

Arcadia casts Spare The Dying on one of the fallen victims.

"Mondieu! 'e 'as started to caramelize!". Adrenaline rushes through Cece's veins as she keeps dragging the sweet sticky man down the stairs, really hoping that her lack of strength isn't going to get anybody killed.