Storn moves forward toward the s!!& creature and strikes with Gorum's Thorn.
fort
storn aoo
attack
damage
confirm
damage
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The dwarf tried to say something, but it was garbled and mangled, as if the creature hadn't used its voice in a very long time. The dwarf was rocked by Sander's bomb, but it shook off the effects in time to avoid Storn's swing. He ignored Kipa, stepping back to slam his spear hard into Storn's exposed armpit. The longspear tore deeply into the warpriest's chest, and Storn felt his breath come short and painful as his lung was pierced. The dwarf turned the spear, which hooked in under Storn's flesh and held him at spear length.
You have the time to get a good look at the creature now, and it is a dwarf. A scarred, mutilated, crazy-eyed dwarf. The spear he carries is twelve feet of well-worm ash fitted with a menacingly cruel 2-foot-long barbed iron head. His right hand is made of silver, and it sits on the stump of an arm that looks as if it was chewed off. The mere look of the creature is enough to turn your bowels to water. and even as you watched, the frostburns began to heal.
Then, the effects of Molly's spell went off, and the impaled Storn grew to the size of a giant.
Judging from the tortured scars and mutilated flesh, this is a broken soul. A creature of pain and torment incarnate.
Everyone must make a DC 13 Will save or take Str, Con, and Cha DRAIN!!!
Storn takes a critical hit for 53 damage and is Grappled.
R1: kipa, sander, storn, molly, enemy, quill
R2: kipa, sander, storn, molly, enemy, quill
current hit point status:
Kipa -0
Molly -0
Quill -0
Sander -0
Storn -53
HP 62/48 (+14 for extract)
AC 22, touch 14, flat-footed 19
Fort +8 (+4 vs. poison), Ref +9, Will +4 (+2 vs. fear)
CMD 13
Bombs: 0/10; Mutagen: 0/1; Spontaneous healing: 0/15; Blast
Sipping jacket: Bomber's eye (0/7); +10 range increment, +1 to hit
Effects: barkskin (+3 AC), +4 Con (+2 Fort saves), +2 AC, -2 Cha
Extracts; Blast Finesse ritual: []
1st (5/day): bomber's eye [x], comprehend languages [], detect secret doors [], endure elements [], shield []
2nd (3/day): alchemical allocation [], barkskin [x], perceive cues []
3rd (2/day) fly [], fly []
"I think it's a dwarf," Sander calls back. "I think it's some type of undead!"
He decides undead are usually more vulnerable to fire, so throws two bomb this time, both bursting into flame.
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Round 1
"I think it's a dwarf," Sander calls back.
"Oh!? I was right? It *is* a s++~ monster!" Quill calls back as he moves to O17. He causes his bow to crackle with holy electricity, blue and yellow sparks.
AC 19
HP 45/45
Happies: 1/6 used
Ferves: 0/6 used
SacWeap: 0/6 used (+1,swift)
PoP 1: 0/1 used
To Hit: +5 BAB, +4 Dex, +1 WF, +1 Magic +1 PBS -2 DA =+10
Damage: 1d8 + 1 Str +1 magic + 2 weap spec +1 PBS +4 DA = +9
[ dice]1d20+10-2[/dice] to hit; (-rapid,+PBS)
[ dice]1d8+9[/dice] cold iron damage.
[ dice]1d20+9-2[/dice] to hit; (-rapid,+PBS)
[ dice]1d8+10[/dice] cold iron damage.
Storn charges into the room, completely frustrated and howling incoherently only to be almost killed in an instant. Storn roars in anger and rage as he tries to heal up his wounds. He tries to wiggle free of the longspear to no avail.
HP: 23/59 (-53, +17)
Effects: Enlarged
Molly shakes her head like a dog shaking off water, fighting off the sudden wave of... wrongness that assaulted her, and reaches over Sander to clap a hand on Storn's back. Without saying a word, Molly releases the power of her Healing Hex into Storn's torn flesh.
will
grapple
Everyone shook off that terrifying howl, but it had its effects. Storn was unable to pull himself off the barbed spear, and even Molly's healing magics were less effective than usual. Then came the thunder and fury of Sander's bombs. They exploded on the dwarf, singeing him and opening deep rents in his skin, but the fire wasn't as effective as it could have been, and once more Sander watched as the wounds partially healed before his very eyes.
The dwarf yanked back hard, and Storn lurched as the barbed spear tore itself from his chest. Then, he felt it enter his stomach as the dwarf used the man's new height to get a better angle on things.
Storn receives a total of 28 healing
Storn takes 10 damage as the barbed spear is removed.
Storn takes a hit for 21 damage and is Grappled.
R2: kipa, sander, storn, molly, enemy, quill
R3: kipa, sander, storn, molly, enemy, quill
current hit point status:
Kipa -0
Molly -0
Quill -0
Sander -0
Storn -58
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Round 2
”Wow, Storn...that looks incredibly painful...” Quill mentions as he imbues his bow with more magic to try to kill the s+&@ monster quicker.
to hit; (+DF,+vsDwarves)
magic cold iron damage.
to hit;
magic cold iron damage.
AC 19
HP 45/45
Happies: 1/6 used
Ferves: 1/6 used
SacWeap: 0/6 used (+1,swift)
PoP 1: 0/1 used
To Hit: +5 BAB, +4 Dex, +1 WF, +1 Magic +1 PBS -2 DA =+10
Damage: 1d8 + 1 Str +1 magic + 2 weap spec +1 PBS +4 DA = +9
[ dice]1d20+10-2[/dice] to hit; (-rapid,+PBS)
[ dice]1d8+9[/dice] cold iron damage.
[ dice]1d20+9-2[/dice] to hit; (-rapid,+PBS)
[ dice]1d8+10[/dice] cold iron damage.
HP 62/48 (+14 for extract)
AC 22, touch 14, flat-footed 19
Fort +8 (+4 vs. poison), Ref +9, Will +4 (+2 vs. fear)
CMD 13
Bombs: 3/10; Mutagen: 0/1; Spontaneous healing: 0/15; Blast
Sipping jacket: Bomber's eye (0/7); +10 range increment, +1 to hit
Effects: barkskin (+3 AC), +4 Con (+2 Fort saves), +2 AC, -2 Cha
Extracts; Blast Finesse ritual: []
1st (5/day): bomber's eye [x], comprehend languages [], detect secret doors [], endure elements [], shield []
2nd (3/day): alchemical allocation [], barkskin [x], perceive cues []
3rd (2/day) fly [], fly []
Sander, not sure what else he can do to really make this thing hurt, throws two more bombs, this time going back to cold. Maybe the sudden changes will be effective.
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Storn roars in absolute agony as his internal organs are combined into new, less-useful organs from the dwarf's repeated stabs into his chest.
"I'VE HAD WORSE!" he roars, but nobody believes him.
Roaring his pretty unbelievable anger, Storn heals his wounds once more and swings out with his table-sized greatsword.
"DIE S+$$ MONSTER! STOP HEALING YOURSELF!"
Molly darts forward and touches Storn on the back while she chants an incantation.
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Kipa shakes off all the odd waves that have washed over the group and moves up to try and help Storn do his thing. With a tumble, He tries to get behind the foe and to land a blow on him.
Move to K15 with 1 tumble to avoid AoO
1 Attack on target
fort
grapple
The room filled with the roar of explosions and Storn's shouts as everyone tried to drop the frenzied dwarf with the long Storn-sticker. Quill's arrows slammed into the creature, followed by a pair of frost bombs from Sander. Kipa slid across the room, trying to give Storn an assist, but the big man hardly needed it. Roaring in defiance he nearly cut the dwarf's head from his shoulders, only to shake his head in amazement as the neck began to seal itself closed once more. He held still long enough for Molly to heal him, and he immediately felt better, as if he weren't about to die after all.
He really should have known better.
"You've...had...worse? YOU'VE HAD WORSE?!?!?!"
Flecks of spittle and something else flew from the mad dwarf's mouth as he smiled crazily up at Storn.
"Let's see if the giantslayer's spear works as well for ME!!"
With these words, spoken from a throat that sounded as if it had recently been used as a gravel pit, the dwarf ripped the spear from Storn's belly and plunged it in, deeper this time.
Storn receives a total of 31 healing
Storn takes 6 damage as the barbed spear is removed.
Storn takes a hit for 24 damage and is Grappled.
R3: kipa, sander, storn, molly, enemy, quill
R4: kipa, sander, storn, molly, enemy, quill
current hit point status:
Kipa -0
Molly -0
Quill -0
Sander -0
Storn -57
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Round 3
Quill fires again at the s&!& monster.
to hit; (+DF,+vsDwarves)
magic cold iron good damage.
to hit;
magic cold iron good damage.
AC 19
HP 45/45
Happies: 1/6 used
Ferves: 1/6 used
SacWeap: 0/6 used (+1,swift)
PoP 1: 0/1 used
To Hit: +5 BAB, +4 Dex, +1 WF, +1 Magic +1 PBS -2 DA =+10
Damage: 1d8 + 1 Str +1 magic + 2 weap spec +1 PBS +4 DA = +9
[ dice]1d20+10-2[/dice] to hit; (-rapid,+PBS)
[ dice]1d8+9[/dice] cold iron damage.
[ dice]1d20+9-2[/dice] to hit; (-rapid,+PBS)
[ dice]1d8+10[/dice] cold iron damage.
HP 62/48 (+14 for extract)
AC 22, touch 14, flat-footed 19
Fort +8 (+4 vs. poison), Ref +9, Will +4 (+2 vs. fear)
CMD 13
Bombs: 3/10; Mutagen: 0/1; Spontaneous healing: 0/15; Blast
Sipping jacket: Bomber's eye (0/7); +10 range increment, +1 to hit
Effects: barkskin (+3 AC), +4 Con (+2 Fort saves), +2 AC, -2 Cha
Extracts; Blast Finesse ritual: []
1st (5/day): bomber's eye [x], comprehend languages [], detect secret doors [], endure elements [], shield []
2nd (3/day): alchemical allocation [], barkskin [x], perceive cues []
3rd (2/day) fly [], fly []
Seeing as his bombs don't seem to be doing the trick, Sander changes tack and pulls a flask of acid from his pouch and throws it at the not-dwarf.
Molly starts to chant in an urgent tone...
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Still roaring in defiance, rather than slashing out, Storn just reaches out with a giant mailed fist and he tries to grab the dwarf by the throat and bring him in and prevent him from withdrawing the spear or using it any further.
"JUST KEEP HITTING HIM FASTER THAN HE HEALS!" roars Storn, who doesn't really have any smarter ideas.
kipa
damage
Quill's arrows slammed into the wall behind the dwarf, angled as they were to not hit Storn in the back. Sander had a better angle and managed to splash acid all over the dwarf, and Kipa too, but while the halfling cried out in pain, the acid did no damage to the warf. Then, Kipa drove his rapier into the dwarf's back, but the blade skittered off the armor. Storn wrapped a giant hand around the spear shaft, holding it in place, no matter how the dwarf yanked and pulled.
Snarling, the dwarf dropped the butt of the spear and drove forward with his silver hand, sinking it into one of the holes in Storn's stomach. The giant man feels an agony rippling through his abdomen, and the pain is horrific. The dwarf smiled as he watched Storn's limbs begin to quiver and shake as the big man fought off convulsions. the wound in the dwarf's neck was almost completely heal by now, the scarred and mottled skin growing back together before your very eyes. Then, Molly finished chanting and her summoned ally appeared.
Storn receives a total of 12 healing
Storn takes 7 damage from the tortuous hand and must make a DC15 Fort save or fall to the ground in convulsions for 3 rounds and take 4 Dex damage.
R4: kipa, sander, storn, molly, enemy, quill
R5: kipa, sander, storn, molly, enemy, quill
current hit point status:
Kipa -1
Molly -0
Quill -0
Sander -0
Storn -52
HP 62/48 (+14 for extract)
AC 22, touch 14, flat-footed 19
Fort +8 (+4 vs. poison), Ref +9, Will +4 (+2 vs. fear)
CMD 13
Bombs: 5/10; Mutagen: 0/1; Spontaneous healing: 0/15; Blast
Sipping jacket: Bomber's eye (0/7); +10 range increment, +1 to hit
Effects: barkskin (+3 AC), +4 Con (+2 Fort saves), +2 AC, -2 Cha
Extracts; Blast Finesse ritual: []
1st (5/day): bomber's eye [x], comprehend languages [], detect secret doors [], endure elements [], shield []
2nd (3/day): alchemical allocation [], barkskin [x], perceive cues []
3rd (2/day) fly [], fly []
With the acid not having any effect, Sander returns to the bombs, hoping Storn is right about just taking this thing down.
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Round 4
Moving to O17, Quill fires again at the s&~! monster, now shooting through cover.
to hit; (+DF,+vsDwarves)
magic cold iron good damage.
to hit;
magic cold iron good damage.
to hit; (+DF,+vsDwarves)
more magic cold iron good damage.
AC 19
HP 45/45
Happies: 1/6 used
Ferves: 1/6 used
SacWeap: 0/6 used (+1,swift)
PoP 1: 0/1 used
To Hit: +5 BAB, +4 Dex, +1 WF, +1 Magic +1 PBS -2 DA =+10
Damage: 1d8 + 1 Str +1 magic + 2 weap spec +1 PBS +4 DA = +9
[ dice]1d20+10-2[/dice] to hit; (-rapid,+PBS)
[ dice]1d8+9[/dice] cold iron damage.
[ dice]1d20+9-2[/dice] to hit; (-rapid,+PBS)
[ dice]1d8+10[/dice] cold iron damage.
Storn roars back in the dwarf's face, somehow fighting past the incredible pain of this battle before trying to trip the dwarf down and pin him.
"COME AT ME YOU BLOUSE-WEARING POODLE WALKER!"
Storn's wounds heal a little as he rages.
A glowing, chiming Lantern Archon appears overhead. It orients its lights on the horrific undead creature, and fires two rays of coruscating light!
Molly continues to chant, her voice reaching into distances unknown and times unconceived as she calls forth more support.
Rolling into position to help flank the dwarf "Really wish you all would let us just do our thing here and leave."
move to K17 w/ 1 acrobatic to avoid aoo
attack target
if this hits, he is -2 AC (-4 vs me) and 4 bleed
Storn felt the dwarf fall limp in his fist as the bombs and arrows sailed in. The figure was dead, and yet his wounds were still closing. Then, Molly's archon ally appeared and roasted the dwarf with celestial energy. The dwarf's tortured body went rigid, then rapidly began to rot and turn to dust. Storn flung the remains away from him as rapid decomposition did its work, leaving nothign but a pile of dust and some bone fragments amidst the dwarf's clothing and jewelry. Among the remains, you can clearly see the silver hand, fingers splayed wide.
"Right, then," Molly says. She coughs once, then salutes the archon. "Top job! Please give my best to the Upper Planes, and many thanks. I release you from my summons."
As soon as the archon has returned to its home plane, the Witch casts detect magic on the undead Dwarf's remains.
"Wow," Sander says. "That poor dwarf. I guess we'll never know what happened to him."
He awaits Molly's word on the hand.
Sander waits as the others sort out the remaining loot.
"So I guess we should go back to Trunau now, and let them know we found it and what happened. And we have to get this stupid thing off my head!" he says.
"BWAAAHARARRHGHHH!!!!"
Storn roars, pulling back a mailed fist which he swings with great satisfaction into the dwarf's face before the dwarf gets zapped by the archon. Groaning, Storn falls onto his face, getting gross s**&monster dust all over him. He lets out a slow wheeze.
"I was lying. I haven't had worse. Owwww...."
Gallantly, Storn assumes the feotal position and grabs his wand, draining a huge amount of magical energy to heal himself.
Slowly, Storn gets back to his feet, pulling off his helmet. His eyes are wide and a little crazy. "Gorum surely sent the s*#+monster to test us. Good thing we're great."
He settles in to go through the loot.
Storn seems mystified. "This appears to be some sort of... beard!"
"Sorry I can't fix you yet, Sander," Molly says, absent-mindedly, while she surveys the items. "Storn... why don't you sit down for a bit, catch your breath."
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Quill waits for Storn to finish his ‘spellcrafting’, admiring the technique of yelling at the weapons until they verbally spoke their secrets. It was a method he hadn’t seen before and was actually hoping it might end with results, but sadly no.
Quill will then quietly try the more commonly accepted method of magical item identification. He casts Detect Magic and gives it his best, reviewing all the remaining magics.
Spellcraft - spear
Spellcraft - hand
Sighing a bit and cleaning his blades. "Well that was fun. I keep telling you sanders. A hat. It would really look sharp on you my friend." Sheathing his blades.
[b]"Shes right Storn. Take a moment and breath.. and maybe get that dwarf off your hand?"[b]
Molly lived up to her reputation as an artifact hunter, easily identifying the items from both lore and magical properties. The spear and hand were obviously the ones carried by Nargrym in the frescoes painted and carved around the tomb. That meant that the spear was Heartspit, a large giant-bane spear crafted to hold giants at bay while the wielder killed them. The hand was what gave Nargrym Silverhand his nickname, and was one of the most famous artifacts in the history of the Mindspin mountains. Most dwarfs in the area would shave themselves bald, put on long ears, and call themselves elves for the chance to even touch the hand, much less own it.
Fitted with a menacingly cruel 2-foot-long barbed iron head, this Large +1 giant-bane longspear can skewer an opponent, lodging beneath the flesh and holding fast. On a confirmed critical hit with the spear, Heartspit’s wielder can attempt a combat maneuver check to grapple the target as a free action. This grapple attempt does not provoke an attack of opportunity from the target if that creature is not threatening the wielder. While grappling a creature with Heartspit, the wielder can move or damage the target with the spear only on the wielder’s turn. The wielder is still considered grappled, though he does not have to be adjacent to the target to continue the grapple. If the wielder ends the grapple or the target successfully breaks the grapple, the target takes 4d6 points of slashing damage as the spear’s barbed head is ripped free.
Forged from solid steel, this magically animated prosthetic hand is elaborately sculpted down to the finest detail. Nargrym’s steel hand can be used to replace the normal hand of a humanoid creature—it can’t be worn in addition to an already existing hand. When attached to the wrist stump of a living humanoid creature, Nargrym’s steel hand magically forms a permanent bond to the wearer’s flesh and nerves. Once the hand has bonded to the wearer’s wrist, the wearer gains full control over the hand as if it were part of his own body. The hand has a full range of motion and functions as a normal hand. While worn, Nargrym’s steel hand grants its wearer a +2 enhancement bonus to Strength (treat this as a temporary ability bonus for the first 24 hours the hand is worn) and a +5 bonus to CMD against disarm attempts. In addition, the wearer can wield weapons of one size category larger than the wearer’s size without penalty and without altering the weapon’s designation as a light, one-handed, or twohanded weapon. For example, a Medium creature wearing Nargrym’s steel hand could wield a Large longspear as a two-handed weapon without penalty. However, whenever the wearer of the hand is within line of sight of a creature with the giant subtype, he must succeed at DC 15 Will save or be compelled to attack the giant, as suggestion. Once bonded to a wearer, Nargrym’s steel hand cannot be removed except by the wearer or after the wearer’s death.
Sander looks disturbed.
"Does anyone want that hand? I mean I've heard dwarves would give their ... er, hand ... to have it, but none of us are dwarves..."
He looks at Storn, figuring the big man will likely take it, but wincing at what it would involve.
"I guess if someone wants it, we should wait for them to heal. In fact, maybe Storn needs some more time to recover here and then I guess we should go find the Storm Tyrant's forces?"
Storn looks at the hand.
He looks at his arm.
He also looks at the hand.
Then he looks at his arm again.
He grins.
"No," Molly says in a firm tone, and sharply flicks Storn's ear. "Bad Storn! Bad! I'm confiscating this until someone actually loses a hand."
The Witch scoops up the steel hand, knocks most off the corpse-dust off against her boot, and shoves it in her pack.
"None of you look at me like that! Lopping a hand off is no joking matter. As backup healer, I forbid it."
Storn grins at Molly, showing his gross jagged teeth. "You know full well I can just chop my arm off and you'll have one solution. I'll pray on it. Gorum teaches that we must clad ourselves in steel and iron and take up the fight. Actually replacing a bodypart with steel very well may be in keeping with my faith."
"I notice he said 'clad', which means 'wrap yourself in'," Molly says, her eyes narrowing dangerously. "Not, 'chop pieces off and paste on bits of metal like a Kyton'. And who says that's my only option? You have no idea what a Witch in a foul mood can do to a body -- especially a body weak with blood loss. Would you really like to risk waking up to find a chicken leg instead of a steel gauntlet on your wrist…?"
Storn stares at Molly. "If you stick a chicken leg on me I'm going to punch out all of your blood. At once."
However, he doesn't chop of his arm, no matter how awesome that will be. For now.
" ... I don't think that's possible, Storn," Sander says as he continues getting ready to go to their certain death among the Storm Tyrant's forces.