Arkhan Silvinesti: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13
Choot Othul: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
Jugag: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
Kern Dead-Eye: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19
Ozak: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Thoku Blood Drinker: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13
Ogres: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (19) - 1 = 18
The Tribe of the Bleeding Fist see their prey and make preparations before attacking!
Jugag grabs a goblin bone and smacks it against his bow. The giant bones grow heavy, the gut-string tightens as the smoke stored inside the bone leaves and enters the bow.
The voice of Zagresh coughs and maggots spill from his lips. They burrow deep into the soil at his feet. Moments later,t he maggot spill out of the soil at the ogre's feet. He screams in horror as the maggots wriggle up his leg, sinking and burrow into his flesh, eating his strength.
Kern speaks, and Sezlerian's smoke covers him. It slowly spills into his flesh, swelling his bones and his mighty thews. The smoke clears, and Kern stans tall and powerful as an ogre!
Thoku roars as Arkhan calls lightning from the sky. The ogre, already weakened by the might of the Destroyer is no match. As lighting stabs his eyes and the smoke covers his head, the brute looses his water, muddying the soild with his shame.
Ozak takes the moment to rush forward,. brandishing Varg's sacred weapon! Soon, these giantkin will serve the Tribe!
choot:
Failure!
thoku: intimidate
we're in surprise,so ozak can't move and attack. gonna just have him move.
lead ogre: -3 to str, shaken (-2 to d20 rolls) 3 rounds, -2 to attacks for 1 round
Kern: large for 20 minutes, Barkskin 50/50 min
Jugag: gravity bow
everyone: cloak of shade for 5 hours no one takes penalties for fighting in the sun
arkhan: Barkskin 50/50 min
Kern hesitates for a moment to allow Grell and Razorbeak to position themselves favorably. "Flank."
Grell dashes directly through the ogre's legs,
easily dodging any attacks it might try to make against her.
Then Razorbeak takes a wide berth around to end up behind the ogre as well.
Then Kern sidesteps to give him a good swinging arc, and attacks with his greataxe.
Choot once more uses his powers to weaken the foes!
Jugag would not trust the blade until it worked. He drew a second bone and stabbed himself in the arm with it to ready himself further.
Arkhan Silvinesti: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13
Choot Othul: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
Jugag: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
Kern Dead-Eye: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19
Ozak: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Thoku Blood Drinker: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13
Ogres: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (19) - 1 = 18
Jugag does not trust the old smokes of a blade found in a spirit-hoard. He will not trust it until it works. He draws a second bone and stabs himself in the arm with it to ready himself further. The bone pierces his arm, and, instead of blood, smoke pours from the wound. It billows up like the breath of a mighty dragon. Above his head, the smoke swirls and takes the form of a mighty warbird! Its fierce talons flash in the light of the Burning Angel and the plunges into the eyes of Jugag Mightythews! Blood flows freely from his ruined eyes, and the smoke-bird rushes in to fill the void. He fixes the ogres with smoke-filled gaze, and draws his bow. The great gutstring creaks and the bones bend with the force of his draw, his gaze and aim unerring. He knows when he releases, his war-rain shall fall swift and true!
Beside him, the Voice of Zagresh once more calls out to the Destroyer. Again, maggots spill from his mouth and burrow into the ground. Moments later they, again, burrow from the soil and into another ogre's foot. The brute grunts in pain and stares in stupid shock as the worms devour his fleah.
Enlarged, Kern Beast-brother hesitates for a moment to allow Grell and Razorbeak to position themselves favorably. "Flank."
Grell dashes directly through the ogre's legs, expertly avoiding a wicked blow from the tree the brute swings as a club. Then, Razorbeak takes a wide berth around to end up behind the ogre as well. The brute turns around to swipe them with his tree, exposing his back to the Beast-brother. Dead-Eye, filled with Sezelrian's smoke, and mighty with its workings, swings his great bone-beak in a powerful arc. He catches the ogre in the stomach and pulls free, spilling the giant's life-water upon the ground. He takes a swing at Dead-Eye, but his life as churned the soil to mud, and his foot slips, throwing off his aim. Instead, the tree crashes down into the muck, splattering Kern in blood-soaked soil
The other two ogres swing their great trees at Ozak, but Daggertooth deftly sides steps the blow and returns a strike with Varg's Thorn! The blade cuts deep into the ogre's flesh, spilling its life upon the dirt in a violent spray that covers Ozak from head to toe in red. The sweet scent of copper fills the air. Daggertooth feels the blade catch in the giant's hide and then snap as the tip breaks off in the wound. He sees the tip wriggle and writhe, like a worm, burrowing through the brute's flesh, up its chest and neck, and then into its head. Blood trickles down from the ogre's nose and his limbs grow slack he stars at Ozak with blank, expectant eyes, drool dripping down his chin.
Fort save vs Ray of Enfeeblement
saved! -1 to str
Ogre attacks Kern
miss
Leader attacks Ozak
miss
other Ogre attacks ozak
miss
ozak hit the ogre, it now needs to make some saves
charmed for a day!
and dominated. You now have a pet ogre!
Jugag: a +3 competence bonus on Perception checks, a +1 competence bonus on ranged attacks, and the critical multiplier for his bows and crossbows becomes 19-20/x3. Gravity Bow.
lead ogre: -3 to str, shaken (-2 to d20 rolls) 3 rounds, -2 to attacks for 1 round
Another ogre: -1 to str
Kern: large for 20 minutes, Barkskin 50/50 min
arkhan: Barkskin 50/50 min
everyone: cloak of shade for 5 hours no one takes penalties for fighting in the sun
Under the impression that they want these 3 for slaves, the druid calls another storm to burst on the leader.
we're in surprise,so ozak can't move and attack. gonna just have him move.
we're in surprise,so ozak can't move and attack. gonna just have him move.
Ozak looks at the giant he just attacked.
Is the sword working? How do I tell? Do I have to say something?
Unsure about whether the ogre is now under his control, he doesn't want to injure it further in case is is now an ally. He steps to one side next to the other ogre, looks the ogre over carefully, and swings.
"Your turn, fatso!"
But Ozak stumbles and flails wildly with the sword, striking nothing.
Thoku roars and he moves like a predator stalking its next meal. As he suddenly charges forward leaping as he bites the ogre....
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Arkhan Silvinesti: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13
Choot Othul: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
Jugag: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
Kern Dead-Eye: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19
Ozak: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Thoku Blood Drinker: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13
Ogres: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (19) - 1 = 18
Ozak spins Varg's Thorn in his hand and reverses his strike, swinging in a great arc. His blow is aimed to lay open another ogre. His foot slips on the ogre's life which muddied the dust into a thick red paste and the blow sails wide of its mark.
Arkahn makes a great Rull-noise to the Thunderer, stamping his feet and pounding metal on metal. Smoke rises from his lips and nose, forming a great black cloud above his head. His spit and sweat lift into the air, joining the cloud, and darkening it with their wet. He roars again, and the storm cloud rushes over to the unhurt ogre that Ozak attacked. Rull's own arrows strike at the brute's eyes, and the cloud covers his head, blinding him.
Behind Ozak, mighty Thoku roars like a great beast! He charges the ogre, claws digging great furrows into the ground, froth dripping form his sharp tusks! His great teeth dig into the brute's leg, and he pulls, ripping a chunk of flesh from the giant's leg and sending him to the ground. Meat and blood taste rich on the chief's tongue. The brute's life fills him with power!
Jugag: a +3 competence bonus on Perception checks, a +1 competence bonus on ranged attacks, and the critical multiplier for his bows and crossbows becomes 19-20/x3. Gravity Bow.
lead ogre: -3 to str, shaken (-2 to d20 rolls) 3 rounds, -2 to attacks for 1 round, also enslaved to the weilder of the sword.
Another ogre: -1 to str, 02 to attacks for 1 round.
Kern: large for 20 minutes, Barkskin 50/50 min
arkhan: Barkskin 50/50 min
everyone: cloak of shade for 5 hours no one takes penalties for fighting in the sun
Three Ogres, three spells to drain their vitality!
But with the tangles of bodies, Choot's aim is off, better that than striking on of his allies of course!
Kern and his two companions lay into the ogre they've surrounded.
Jugag laughed and began to loose arrows. He had waited long enough!
Pretty sure that's a confirmation.
Jugag pulls back on his bow, the giant bones that form the limbs creak back with the force of his drag. The taut gut groans in protest as he pulls it back to his ear. He releases and the gut THRUMS with power as he gives flight to his arrow. The Rain-Maker's shaft flies true, running straight through the brute's neck. He clutches at his throat gasping dumb horror as he chokes on his own life gurgling from the wound. Then, the brute falls to the ground, dead.
At the same time, Kern and his beasts attack their prey once more. His double-headed bone-beak twirls in the air, carving great arcs from the sky. Then, he slams it home in the ogre's side as Grell and Razorbeak tear at the brute's flank. Between the three, the giant is shredded into pieces, collapsing to the earth as piles of bleeding steaming flesh.
The final ogre stares passively at Ozak as it watches its comrades fall.
Ozak looks over at the Ogre.
Is he really under my control?
"Hey, you," he points at the Ogre. "Stand on one foot. And whistle. Heh."
Arkhan looks at the two dead ogres.
The druid kicks dirt in their faces, covering their dead eyes.
These don't deserve to witness Rull's skies. Only one proves to be of value.
Ozak looks over at the Ogre.
Is he really under my control?
"Hey, you," he points at the Ogre. "Stand on one foot. And whistle. Heh."
The ogre stood on one foot and spit in an a pathetic attempt to whistle. The motion opened the wound Ozak had made and se a few ropes of entrails poking through. The brute didn't seem to notice.
Choot moves to heal the minion. CLW .
Choot looks at the Ogre corpses and sighs wishing he could bring Thrull on such missions, soon enough he would have his personal escort and many, many more...
The ogre stares in mute horror as flesh rips from the corpses beside him. Gobbets of meat, skin, hair, and veins all slither and crawl from the dead ogres, leaving streaks of blood and mud in their wake. He tries to pedal backwards, away from the meat, but his legs will not move. He struggles to lift his tree, no doubt to swat the things away. The thews of his arms tense, and his grip tightens about his club. His shoulders heave, but, despite his furious strength and struggles, he cannot move his limbs! The bits of his dead war band slither up his legs, coiling about him and leaving bloody trails as the work their way into his wounded hide. Then, the bits latch on to his ruined flesh, pulling the ends tight, merging seamlessly together, restoring a bit of his health to him.
"Shall we leave this minion partially injured? He can speak of Orcs who attacked him while on patrol and how he got away. The description he can give will be Orcs from our hated foes. No doubt, the giants will look with a jaundiced eye on the Orcs. Thus, turning them against one another as we envisioned..."
"Are there any other Ogre patrols we can pick off before the main event? Anyone we take out now will be out of the way later on."
"And should we demonstrate our control of the ogre to the orcs? How do we prove that it's not a trick? Or do we keep him in 'reserve'?"
The ogre picks his nose as Ozak asks him his question. "Duh.. uh.. there are... um..." He squeezes his eyes shut, thinking. "This many?" He holds up ten fingers, one covered in a very large oozing booger.
Thoku has a deep laugh "ahaha, Badaxe did you think it could count no ogres are really no better than cattle. Hand the weapon to our doom speaker and see if command moves with the holder of the weapon or stays with you."
Ozak shrugs, and hands off the weapon to see what happens.
Choir takes the weapon and turns to the Ogre, "Kneel"
The giant looks around stupidly as his body instantly kneels. His eyes widen in shock as he sees his bent knee pressed to the ground. "Hunh? How'd dat happen?"
"Well, it works. I don't think this one will be making any long speeches.
I think we use him to turn the Orcs against the Giants and their kin, once that battle has begun, we penetrate the Keep and hunt the heads. I defer of course to the Chieftain as to his preference..."
Choot hands the blade back to the Badaxe.
Rull shall make them weep!
"He seems to be able to speak freely even when following your instructions... do you not worry that he will say something that will ruin the plan?"
Choot narrows his eyes at the Ogre, "Indeed, a fair point Kern! We should cut out his tongue and simply have him point at the Orcs".
The mad druid cackles,
Yes. Yes, have it cut out its own tongue before we unleash the Storm!
Kern frowns at the idea that his suggestion would inspire such bloodlust, but has no better suggestion to silence the creature.
Choot sees Kern's frown and shakes his head, "No, you are right, that won't work either, what if they don't get the message.
Ah, I know, we should carve symbols of the God that Twisted Nail reveres into these corpses and chain them to this Ogre that he may drag them back to his masters sending a clear message! This way, even with his tongue cut out, the brute will show his Giant masters that Orcs have turned on them.
Quite a crafty idea Kern!"
Kern turns from the group, attempting to hide his shame at what is about to happen to the poor, dumb creature. Why must they do such things? he asks himself.
"So we command the ogre to return and convince the other ogres that the orcs are rebelling? Then the ogres come forth and attack the Twisted Nail orcs?"
"Then we arrive to 'save' the orcs from the ogres and lead them to victory over the giants?"
"I don't mind letting the Twisted Nail bleed a bit. After all, they did get conquered by ogres. But our goal is to take the fort and increase the horde at the same time. How do we rally the orcs when the time is right?"
That does sound like fun. We will want to ensure that the orcs response is swift, before anyone can interfere.