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click But if you join hags in a coven, they’re even tougher. They gain shared spellcasting with some pretty wicked spells. (Have you ever cast Phantasmal Killer? That’s a rough spell against a level four PC.)
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http://buy-generic-clomid.com/clomid_warnings_precautions.html The four PCs included a rogue, two clerics and a blood hunter (who is now dual wielding his regular longsword and the sunsword).
source site They marched straight up to the windmill and began poking around inside. The main floor holds a lot of curious items including some dream pastries, little mince pies made out of children’s bones (no joke) that let you enter a dreamlike, blissful state. They’re like heroin pies, really.
They rummaged around, and just before the lead hag, Morgantha, could come downstairs to check on her baking pies, the PCs discovered her sweeping up bone dust.
She offered to sell them some pies. The adventurers were interested in the pies, but not exactly interested in purchasing any. Certainly not from some weird old woman.
So she chastised them and asked them to leave her house. When they refused, she attacked.
The battle lasted most of our three hour session that night.
The party’s blood hunter charged forward and began to attack Morgantha, the main hag. The rogue hung in back, firing arrows from his hand crossbow. The two clerics behaved similarly, standing in back and dishing out damaging spells and healing.
But the hags? They went all in. The other two hags descended the stairs from the third floor to assist in the fight. And they immediately began dishing out damage. First a lightning bolt. Then phantasmal killer. Some claw attacks. Some magic missile attacks. Almost all of them hit.
And then the PCs did two smart things.
First, they laid down all their damage on one hag, Morgantha. They didn’t realize this at the time, but killing one hag breaks the coven and removes their shared spellcasting and their most powerful spells. Without the coven, they’re only really left with magic missile, ray of enfeeblement and sleep.
Second, one of the clerics cast silence. It was really smart because, well, the hags can’t do much if they can’t speak. The spell lasts quite awhile, and the hags were basically left with claw attacks that did a decent amount of damage, but not really a whole lot.
Damaging the character who cast silence will cause the spell to end, but the close quarters of the small windmill made it nearly impossible to get to him. There just wasn’t anywhere to go.
(FYI, we used the map from the Curse of Strahd book. It’s wonderfully designed by Mike Schley, and you can buy a high-res version to print out at home or use on Roll20 via his wonderful site. We’ll wait if you get lost in Schley’s treasure trove of maps.)
And this is where I made something of a mistake. I forgot that the hags have Etherealness, which means they can move to the ethereal plane as an action. That effectively means they can turn ethereal and move wherever the hell they want. The players literally can’t touch them.
Had I cast it, it would have meant the silence spell would have ended a round or two earlier. I would have had at least one hag turn ethereal and walk across the room one turn. Then turn back to normal the next turn. Then attack on the third turn.
As it stood, it took a few more rounds for one of the hags to get in close and hit the cleric. Silence spell broken.
But by then, one of the hags went down. Coven broken.
Good job players.
The two remaining hags were left with magic missiles and claw attacks, which did a good amount of damage, all things considered.
Against a party low on hit points, I cast sleep hoping to take out one or two players, but I rolled incredibly low. No one was effected.
In fact, the players were also saved by their own great die rolls and my horrible ones.
Early on, my big spells hit. Their attacks hit, too. But later, my attacks and spells missed one after the other. Their attacks continued to land.
In the end, they mopped the floor with the hags. I expected to take out at least one PC, but I only managed to drop one or two of them to lowish HP.
They had a blast, they told me after. And they also didn’t think it was going to be three powerful hags in there. They thought it would be something lesser.
It turns out they thought they were in serious danger the whole time.
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Now they will return to Vallaki, where a variety of events await them.
I’m more excited for this next stretch of adventure than anything that’s happened before in Curse of Strahd.
Time to prepare.