One-Shot Boss Fight In The City Of Gold [IC]

[Lord of Gifts]

Eingrim the Eternal AC: 20 | HP: 305 | Current: 5 | Hit Dice: 20d12 Passive Perception: 18 | Passive Insight: 12 Fanatical Focus: 0/1 Zealous Presence: 0/1 Active Effects: Rage Conditions: None

Emerging from cover as he worked back into a frenzy, Eingrim rushed towards the centre of the room, hoping to intercept Eldlich before he could fire on Malheart.

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Reactivating Rage, and dashing.

[Pyrophilios]

Malheart appreciated the warcry of his companion - they are buying me time with their own life. Let's hope it wasn't in vain.
Being ready to call up a magic shield - the distance was large enough to do so without fearing a counterspell, Malheart rose from his hiding place.

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(1d20)[17]/advantage (1d20)[3], damage (1d10)[3]+14, if crit (1d10)[6]
(1d20)[1]/advantage (1d20)[16], damage (1d10)[2]+14, if crit (1d10)[2]
(1d20)[2]/advantage (1d20)[14], damage (1d10)[7]+14, if crit (1d10)[9]
(1d20)[12]/advantage (1d20)[4], damage (1d10)[8]+14, if crit (1d10)[8]

(1d20)[1]/advantage (1d20)[5], damage (1d10)[1]+14, if crit (1d10)[7]
(1d20)[15]/advantage (1d20)[10], damage (1d10)[6]+14, if crit (1d10)[1]
(1d20)[8]/advantage (1d20)[1], damage (1d10)[9]+14, if crit (1d10)[7]
(1d20)[10]/advantage (1d20)[2], damage (1d10)[3]+14, if crit (1d10)[6]

103 damage

[JNAProductions]

Eldlich's armor is torn asunder. This... he manages to get out as the essence of Eldlich begins to escape from its gilded suit. The armor falls to the ground, shattering to pieces.

The zombie brutes shamble towards the armor. You think they'd be crying, if they could.

Eldlich has been defeated.

[Pyrophilios]

Malheart almost couldn't believe what he saw. While he still had a bit time left, he flew across the gathered zombies and pelted them with fireballs from his staff, mopping them up before turning to Elenora and using his last higher spell ability to revivify her.
He resummoned his horse and retrieved the 20 healing potions, sharing them among the others.
"We'll get Bor raised and on his feet again. Let's gather up what we can and leave this accursed place. I have to set my brother to his final rest - after that I might do something fun, judge a fiddle contest or something..."