The last trog collapsed in front him. With a nod to the soldier, Raugar scanned the area around him as he lowered his weapon, though he did not stow it. Blast it was getting dark, but it didn't look like the rest were upon them... yet. By chance he spotted the javelin he'd missed earlier and scooped it up. Listening closely, he could still hear the monster's cries over the now torrential rain, frantic now that they had ceased to elicit a response from their fellows.
Finally he turned his gaze to the strangely undisturbed temple. The orc stood urgently at the door, as the barbarian casually strolled inside. Raugar had expected it to be barred, instead it was oddly welcome to receive them. He spared the edifice a nod of respect and thanks as he cautiously crossed the threshold, calmly opening his inner senses as entered it's gloom, listening and watching in a different way to try and uncover what whispered secrets this place could tell.
Movement: Collect javelin from ground and enter temple (if you want a roll to find it in the storm, perception: nat 20) Action: Divine Sense: Raugar can detect the presence of any place or object that has been consecrated or desecrated within 60ft, as well as celestial, fiend, or undead within 60ft that are not behind total cover, until end of next turn.
The wind was picking up now, and what had first been drops of rain intensified into a proper drizzle. He hadn't expected the Troglodytes to understand him but they seemed to respond with a great deal of screeching and yowling. As the sun disappeared behind the clouds they found their aggression, suddenly pouncing on the soldier and the orc, seeking to overwhelm them. Seeing the barbarian run to aid the newcomer, Raugar advanced to reinforce the latter, who had backed off a short distance.
"Over here you dogs" he growled as he engaged the pair of creatures, to prevent them from pursuing his ally and give him a chance to rally himself. A creature's hissing was cut off abruptly as he brought his greatsword down in a diagonal strike. He filled it with his power as he swung, the blade searing the flesh as it struck, cleaving through the monster like a hot knife through butter, spilling its ghastly innards on the ground. the dragonborn stepped to the side, revolted, before raising his sword towards his remaining opponent.
Movement: Move to threaten both trogs who attacked Thokk Action: Attack with Greatsword, target: The uninjured trog of the two Attack Roll: 23 Adding Divine Smite on hit Base damage Roll: 25 Fighting Style: GWF reroll... Total Damage: 27
@rush99999 Holy crap 5e barbarians can deal a lot of damage.
If I were you I'd just assume it hits/kills and that you get the extra attack from GWM. Just make it clear where everything is coming from. If it misses the DM can just ignore the respective damage rolls.
The offensive Raugar was expecting did not come. Instead the Troglodytes appeared to retreat behind the corpse. What? Are they afeared? Surely not, they outnumber us...
Meanwhile, an animated character had emerged from the ruins to further bolster their ragtag group. "Your weapons are welcome here, soldier. These things need gutting!" he said, bounding forwards and scaling up the fetid ocean creature that lay across the road as best he could. From there he could see that the monsters had taken up defensive positions at the temple entrance. It unsettled him that the primitive creatures had the cunning to hunker down and wait for reinforcements. He'd underestimated them, and with the storm on the way this could rapidly become a grim battle indeed.
"Cowards!" he cried, incensed at their timidity. Seeing the half-orc engage one of the trogs that was seeking cover, he hurled another javelin lit with divine energy. "Fight! You want your meal?" he challenged, smearing the rotten carcass on which he stood with his boot. "Come and get it!"
Movement: move up onto the ocean creature's corpse (If you want an athletics roll: 8) Action: Javelin throw attack, target: Same Trog as Thokk is attacking Attack Roll: 10 adv roll: 7 (geez... pls +99?) Damage Roll: 7
Against all reason Raugar suddenly found himself questioning whether he was in fact in Brighthaven at all, and not out skirmishing in the northern territories, about to be set upon by barbarians pouring like a flood out of the forested hills. But as the growing racket cut out the startled dragonborn reminded himself there were no hills, he was miles from the frontier, and there was only one figure strolling towards him and the orc. He joined them as calmly as if they had been sitting at a tavern table and the monsters a patch of rotten weather. He dressed differently from the savages Raugar had tousled with in his brief posting in the north, but he could have sworn that they too had brought similar strange instruments to battle.
"I am, for now." Raugar gave a grunt and a curt nod to show he understood. Now was not the time to be reliving old war memories. The creatures had finally noticed their presence. There were more of them than he'd first thought. Troglodytes. The name was familiar but Raugar was sure he'd never encountered this particular brand of abomination. The stranger's accent was thick but he gathered that the outlander was interested in taking them on as well. One of creatures suddenly gave a bloodcurdling scream, which was answered from far away. Blast, there's more of them. And the storm's getting worse. We need to strike now if-
But the barbarian was way ahead of him. With a stream of curses he hurled a javelin at the beast unfortunate enough to be closest, taking it right in the shoulder, though it remained on it's feet. Raugar strode forward, drawing a javelin of his own as the orc charged past him. Grasping the sacred spike which hung around his neck, with a harsh word and a gesture he felt radiance suffuse him. The spear took on an angry glow as he cast it from his fingers, where it joined the first, hissing where it struck as he tried to finish off what the barbarian had started.
He planted his feet in a wide stance as he drew alongside the kilted warrior, making sure they would both have plenty of room to swing their large weapons as he waited grimly for the onslaught.
Initiative roll: 8 (idk if we'll need it but here it is anyway) Bonus Action: Cast Divine Favor Movement: move 30ft adjacent to MacAlister Action: Javelin throw attack, target: Same Trog as MacAlister's Attack Roll: 23 (adv roll): 10 Damage Roll: 9
Lurking Krog