[@JBRam2002] - With one enemy left and incapacitated, an unspoken agreement passed over the group. As the others all ganged up to attack the remaining enemy, Jill's form shifted to one of terrifying beauty. "On your knees, mutt! Grovel for me!" she called out before casting another spell. What the Cerberus thought it saw was a mystery to all but Jill, but whatever it was terrified it as it howled in agony. [Casting Command as a Bonus Action (save failed automatically) to force the enemy to go prone on its next turn, then casting Phantasmal Force (failed save), dealing 2 psychic damage]

[@The Grey Dust] - Once more to feel string of the lash. The crack of the whip upon the untouched heads of the beast. Twicefold, once upon each brow. There the bitter sting of pain would singe. Bear its cross upon which it would kneel. The burden too much for it to bear as the whimpering pup howled high in pain. Oh how such sweet music, necter of the gods, ambrosia of the sadist to hear the broken mind sing in highest gloria. For now this mutt had all the rapt attention of such rapturous domination. First was the Warlock himself, who twisted the shadows to flay you apart. Then was paradox Koan with darkness ever pouring with the blinding light that branded the cur's mangy hide. And third was her, Jill, who taunted her mesmerized hound so, barking like a true master for her slave to grovel like the great worm it was. Such envy, to feel all three upon his own body, self-flagellating, to be taken beneath the boots of either. Ah what fantasies a dark heart may have yet.

But oh was the light so radiant. The glow instilling that faithful flame. The light which the darkness swallowed whole, lit once more again. How can it be? That she summons the light? And how can it be that she commands the body so? Two women fair mysteries to be unraveled, perhaps over a meal once they have settled what affairs in order may be. And Yet there were several women here, and between he and the beholder, it appeared they were short of a man. Was this then his harem? His army of dangerous girls, he the captain swinging his blade with his tigeress child? And there was the last one the old lizard that she was. He knew little of her for one who just entered in, sure at the inn before but somehow quiet until this battle. Dangerous women all, and a tentacled monster. What sort of crew was this? One that would be the end of these mutts no less. As with his gaze torn between Koan and Jill, the shadowed one's burning eyes fell once more upon the enchanted dog. Oh to utter allegience to one was perhaps to deny the other. And beneath the waves, here how should the fallen aasimar choose between his Ondine or her curse?

Crack. Revel in the pain.
Crack. Delight in your suffering.

Then again, maybe it would be an experience for one of them to take his breath away.
As those eyes settled away with the punished guardian and a pale finger traced the smile the jester bore.
"Your light surprises me, what other surprises do you hide?"

[hider=Mechanics]
Prepared action for group round 1:
Attack action 1:
Whip attack 1 w/ advantage on Doggo B from the Shadows! = 2d20k1 + 11 = ([s]2[/s]+13)+11 = 24 (hit!)
Whip attack 1 damage on Hexed Doggo B =  1d4 + 5 + 2 + 4 = (4)+5+2+4 = 15 Slashing
Attack action 2:
Whip attack 2 w/ advantage on Doggo B from the Shadows! = 2d20k1 + 11 = ([s]9[/s]+18)+11 = 29 (hit!)
Whip attack 2 damage on Hexed Doggo B =  1d4 + 5 + 2 + 4 = (2)+5+2+4 = 13 Slashing

Total Damage = 28 Slashing.
[/hider]
[@JBRam2002] - With a slash of lightning, Cynthia's Levinsword crashed down across the Cerberus twice, carving an X across its back as the wounds were immediately seared. [Cynthia attacks twice for 18+17=35 damage]

[@Hekazu] - The Great Dyn'yer'zhead had to admit he was somewhat miffed by the fact his prey was stolen from in front of him. Yet it only meant he had to swim a bit further to reach the only dog remaining, so for all he knew it would only serve to simplify the dilemma they might have had with this fight otherwise, especially with Jill having worked her magic on the last target. He swam forth, remaining on the Western side of the stream as he sought a position where he and his daughter would have the last remaining guardian between them. Which would be surprisingly easy with her massive transformed state. He prepared the Tradewind for a few decisive cuts as the magic of the Bladesong still fuelled his actions. [Attacks twice, scoring a critical on one, for a total of 21 damage].

[@Zverda] - [color=crimson][i]”Blood in the water I sing, 
And one who shed it:
Deadliest hunger I sing, and one who fed it-”[/i][/color]

[hider=Shark rolls]
Attack Roll with Advantage: 2d20k1+6  = (18+3)+6 = 24
Damage Roll for Shark: 2d8+4 = (7+2)+4 = 13 [/hider]
While everyone else prepared to attack at once, Adrevz commanded the shark to do the same, which prompted it to keep up its circling motion it had taken up before. It was clear the hunter was ready to strike, the blood within the water calling to it to feed. However, as lacking in intellectual thought as the shark was, even the most basic of hunters understood that patience was key.

As everyone else began their attack, the Hunter received a command from it’s temporary master to attack the lone Cerberus with everyone else. With the blood of the creature in the water the Shark seemed closer to a frenzied state than before, it’s teeth sinking into the creature just like before, though it was clear it got a better grasp this time. As more attacks hit, the shark's teeth sank deep into the creature, blood rushing into its mouth as it removed yet another chunk out of the huge beast. The hunger it felt was nowhere near sated, it wanted more, it needed more, after all a shark this large needed quite a bit of meat to keep it saited.

[@Zverda] - [color=#05EDFF][i]“The impact of an attacking tiger can be compared to that of a piano falling on you from a second story window. But unlike the piano, the tiger is designed to do this, and the impact is only the beginning.” 
~ John Vaillant, The Tiger: A True Story of Vengeance and Survival[/i][/color]

[hider=Adrevz rolls]
Attack Roll with Advantage: 1d20+8 = (20)+8 = 28
Damage Roll for Adrevz: 27 [/hider]
Annoyance flicked across the tiger’s face, violet eyes flicking over to the male Aasimar for a brief moment, his presence made her skin crawl. While he was mildly fascinating, his interest in the other woman was mildly bothersome to her, a woman who became as jealous as she so quickly seemed to be asking for trouble. Shaking her head, she was careful as she initially moved closer to the Cerberus that was left, moving so she was flanking on the side outside of the shadows that they had created, her ears twitching. The pair bothered her greatly, mostly disgusted her actually, and she did not know them all that well. When she managed to settle into an advantageous position she waited for the others, claws extending past paws as she let out a low growl getting ready to pounce on her unsuspecting victim.

Much like her shark, when the others attacked she finally pounced, claws digging into fur and flesh as she snapped at the creature with her teeth in a threatening manner. With her size equal to that of the creature they faced she had an easier time with a more even attack, her claws spanning a larger area. While she did not tear any chunks out of the beast's flesh like her shark had, she had done plenty of damage with those she was meant to work with, the feeling satisfying. Once the damage was dealt, she leapt back so she was out of the way of any spells that had been cast as she did not want to get caught in the aftermath of what they could cast. She only trusted two of them not to hit her, the others she simply would wait until they gave her a reason to trust her rather than want to rip their throats out with her teeth. [Doggo must make Str Save DC 13, which he fails because he is dead.]

[@Gordian Nought] - "How disappointing. She has taken away our toy..." The pause between his breathless gasps were priceless. "Then to the shadows with you Curs!”

[i]Banish![/i]

The prophecy of Noriam marked the toyed beasts to a hidden Patmos, one head shy of fulfilling a book of mystagogical revelation, bursting of signs and wonders. Of churches, trumpets and bowls, dedication to eschatologically manifested the doom of the age. Such divined forecasts were excommunicated predictions, to undying clerics of an uncaptured epoch. Yet, these dogs would return, in time as do all things. This talented [i]Sauron[/i] would be his Adam, an icon of once tasting an unknown Eden of pleasure, but purposely evicted to pangs of tribulation and the sweet agony of realty’s sting. An Oedipusian self-exile manifested a trail of tears, by killing the father of fortune, to marry the mother of martyrdom. She could see, through the magical darkness, the absence of distress in the eyes of the tempting devil. He teased her sensibilities of a myriad of other archetypes. 

An Ivanhoe perhaps disinherited by a Cedric. Or a Jenik expelled by a jealous stepmother. Maybe a king’s Tristam, dismissed for a decade to sail a swan as the last pilgrimage to the last gard. Yet, what was her placed in all of this? To he, who enjoyed pain and chaos? Was the jester more of a Hagar, the matriarch of a first born Ishmael? Or a Sarah, laughing at the promises to come? The joker schemed in the impenetrable void, communed with the webbed Warlock. Her pledged pillars of sacred flame would stall for the resurgence of these Cerberi, to return and burn in radiant embers.

Koan suddenly realized her place at that imprecise moment. The clown would be the Ganymede to this dark Jupiter, a cup-bearer to his archived memoires, rife with jovial pages of sinister laughter and nefarious. The grey geisha fathomed that a faithful Rosalind would complement, quite nicely an Orlando, willed a thousand crowns from the dying progenitor of the most high. The smirk creased her face, inevident due to the inky shroud she encapsulated herself within. 

A cocoon of dusky conspiracy shared with a fool’s lover.

[Koan will cast Sacred Flame. DEX save against DC of 16. 2d8 +4 (Undying Warlock benefit) for the missed DC. He fails because he is dead.]

[@Lauder] - [color=pink]“Y’know this would be a good time for a song,”[/color] came the voice of the Kobold, so tempted to begin playing a song. Yet, she restrained herself and groaned as she figured she could help the group of feeble minds. Her hands began grow restless though, unable to truly fight off the temptation of music. [color=pink]”I guess I’ll just put the nail in the coffin,”[/color] Askia sighed as she allowed her mind to take control of the situation. [Askia will use Psychic Hammer on Doggo C if it tries to attack. It must make a DEX save against a DC of 16 or take 2d6 damage. It fails because he is dead.]

[i][color=6ecff6]It turns out, when you gang up on an enemy, he can be defeated quite easily.[/color][/i]