GM Bigrin's Giantslayer (Inactive)

Game Master bigrin42

Thank you, good sir!

In the repositioning, Mariana managed to get close to Yelena and heal some of the dwarf's wounds. Quill leaned out around the corner and put an arrow into the orc, driving it deep into the greenskin's chest.

The remaining human drunkenly swung his greatsword at Storn. The powerful blow knocked the warpriest's defense aside and bit deeply into Storn's thigh. The blow staggered the warpriest, and his leg barely seemed able to hold his weight.

Molly smirks at the lone enemy standing, and claps a hand to Storn's shoulder.

"Not today, dahling," she drawls at the mercenary -- and she unleashes the power of her innate magic into the Warpriest, mending some of his hurts.

Healing Hex for 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Storn reels from the blow, and then grins fiercely at Molly as she heals him as quickly as he is injured.

"Haha! Good woman. Every time you heal someone, it means I'm free to do this!"

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19 Damage: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (4, 4) + 4 = 12

Storn swipes out brutally with his sword, roaring his defiance at the human mercenary.

"Yes, well, that trick won't work on you again today, so make it last," Molly tells Storn.

Realizing he couldn't get past his bigger companions, even if he wanted to, Sander looks around to make sure nothing else is coming to surprise them.

"Quickly, quickly," he urges, hoping Rabus can still be saved.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
Well, that's a fine roll to get when I'm not attacking...

"As soon as I'm done killing this guy here!"

Yelena's hammer came down over Storn's shoulder, but the dwarf was not able to get a good angle on the human since Storn was in the way. The hammer's head slammed into the door frame, knocking free a large chuck of splinters. Molly touched Storn, some healing energy closing the worst of the man's wounds. Refreshed, he shouted in triumph and drove his sword into the human mercenary's stomach. The smell of offal and beer gushed out through the whole, along with the man's intestines and a whole lot of blood. He died on the floor of the aptly named Killin' Ground, something that caused Storn no end of mirth. The orc slashed at the warpriest with his axe, but Storn turned the blow contemptuously.

Sander continued to look around nervously for signs of any other foes, but the thick smoke made seeing more than fifteen or twenty feet impossible.

Sander waits nervously, heart pounding, as he watches Storn and the orc fight.

Round 2, Init 8

Quill fires again at the orc in AN50, hoping to add another arrow to the one he already put in.

1d20 + 6 + 1 + 1 - 4 - 4 ⇒ (14) + 6 + 1 + 1 - 4 - 4 = 14 to hit; (+PBS,-cover,-combat)
1d8 + 1 + 1 + 1d6 ⇒ (8) + 1 + 1 + (4) = 14 damage. (blessing)

One of these days, I'll learn to shoot better when my friends are in the way.

AC 17; hp 15/15

No precise shot?

Molly targets the Orc with her heterochromatic stare and unleashes the power of her Evil Eye!

Evil Eye Hex to lower AC by 2. Will save to overcome.

Storn inhales deeply as the reek of the man's entrails fills the inn.

"Ahhh, takes me back!"

Ripping his sword back up, Storn quickly turns to block the attack from the orc.

"BAH! Weakness! Smell that? It's the last thing you'll smell!"

With that he throws out a boot, knocking the orc back before he swipes out with deadly precision for the neck.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26 Damage: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (4, 4) + 4 = 12
Crit!: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25 Damage: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (5, 6) + 4 = 15

Mariana feels that Storn has likely finished the need for her blade...as is often the case.

"Here...have another..." she says as she taps Yelena gently.

Wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Storn cut the orc down with a well-aimed blow, and the combat was over for the moment. Sander continued to watch the area as Mariana healed Yelena of her wounds. Against the bar, Rabus groaned, and tried to sit up straighter, but the spear through his should kept him pinned.

"Thank you, gods thank you! They would have killed me. Iomedae sent you just in time, she did, and it's grateful I am. Please, get the spear out of me and get my first aid kit. It's behind the bar...a loose floorboard..." He let out a groan.

"You lot have free drinks for life here, once these orcs are routed. You saved my life, and a lot of pain before death, I'm sure. I'll not be forgetting this."

Behind the bar, Sander finds the loose floorboard. In a hole beneath is a box with several potions and vials, each clearly labeled, including two cure light wounds potions. There are also clean bandages, herbs, and other assorted items for tending to everyday hurts and woes.

"Thank you. Hand me one of those cure potions, will you? And then pull the spear out."

As soon as the spear was yanked out, the barkeep chugged one of the healing potions. After a moment's thought, he took the other as well, his wounds healing over as the magic took effect.

"That's much better. Now, best be off to help where I can. Where's the triage station located? I'll take these supplies. Best be used there, I imagine."

Storn snarls as he kicks the dying orc off of his blade.

"Cowards."

He clanks over to take a look at the healing supplies, nodding his approval.

"Free drinks sounds like a good plan. Glad to see you're in one piece. The triage station is right in front of the gate to the quarter."

Storn cut the orc down with a well-aimed blow, and the combat was over for the moment.

I know Quill doesn't do much, but wasn't that Quill's kill? An arrow in the first round, another in the second? /me huffs and puffs, pumping his weak elven arms in rage.

Quill nods as the orc falls, rushing into the room to help Rabus.

"Don't you worry, we got you. Have you seen any more of them around here? Or in the back?" Quill checks the building quickly, then goes back to the front door to keep lookout while others tend to Rabus.

When Rabus is ready to go (and it's clear he can walk on his own), Quill will point the way to the triage area, keeping cover with this bow.

Quill moves to AJ62 while keeping cover.

Sander follows Quill, looking around.

"This is bad, Quill. I don't remember the last time the orcs have pushed this hard. And with the swords, and Roddy's death ..."

Quill tries to give Sander a brave smile.

"Oh, we got this. The town has rallied...and now we're fighting back. I'm pretty sure this is how battles go..." ...I hope.

Quill looks and listens for more survivors.

1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30 Perception

"What puzzles me is how they got their siege close to the walls without anyone spotting them," Molly says, brow wrinkling as she considers. "Strange... But if you're alright to go for now, barkeep, we need to move on! The blackguards aren't sitting still for our convenience and there may be others who need our help."

Storn grunts over to Quill.

"We may all die a glorious death with a song on our lips and a weapon in our hand, or we can do the same to those bastards. Either way, it's a good day."

He looks over to Molly.

"Wasn't there supposed to be a traitor? Someone who slit the throats of the guards? Of course, considering we have a lot of unanswered questions about Rodrik's death, this could all be tied together. Bah, politics and treason. The rust of life."

Storn clanks off after Quill, cleaning the entrails from his sword.

Mariana has found her quiet place again. Reading and telling tales of such things are one thing...being in the midst of it all is something completely different. Her eyes dart around, worried for her friends, but she simply keeps up, looking at their wounds.

As they move to the next location, she looks to storn and taps him with the wand. "You may be happy to meet your god this eve, but let's not invite it so readily."

Wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

"There are obviously agents within the town." Yelena gives one of the corpses a swift kick in the gut. "Filth." She reaches the bar and leans on it heavily, rubbing her side where the magic knit together her wounds. "I can't help but think that Rodrik was played for a fool to get knowledge, materials, access, or whatever, to make these things happen. But we cannot worry about that now, we have to continue fighting." She hefts her hammer. "Let's go."

I know Quill doesn't do much, but wasn't that Quill's kill? An arrow in the first round, another in the second? /me huffs and puffs, pumping his weak elven arms in rage.

It would if you had hit. The 14 did not hit. Storn, however, mighty as he is, smote the smitten orc with mighty smiting, so that he got smit all over the place

"I can't help but think either," agrees Storn.

I want some peanuts.

"I can't help but think either," agrees Storn.

I want some peanuts.

Am I going MAD, or did the word "think" escape your lips? You were not hired for your brains, you hippopotamic land mass.

Yelena moved off to the North, everyone following her around shattered buildings and swirling masses of smoke. From inside the buildings around you, you can hear screams and the sound of orcs ransacking houses. A rhythmic drumming sound pulsed in the air around you, seemingly coming from the lookout tower just north of where you are.

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"What is that?" Sander asks, alarmed.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23
Any Knowledge checks we can make?

Sander looked around, alarmed at the sound of the war drums apparently already inside the walls of Trunau.

It is a single war drum. No knowledge checks necessary or useful at this time

"That can't be good, that that's inside. Destroying it will probably hurt they're morale, but it's likely to be heavily defended. We should -- Wait, Storn!" Sander calls as the big man rushes off.

He hurries to follow as quickly as his short legs will carry him.

I'm assuming that's what Storn will do; apologies if I'm taking too many liberties/guessing wrong.

Everyone's hp where it should be?

Quill moves to S60 to look inside the building.

1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14 Perception

You were not hired for your brains, you hippopotamic land mass.

Oh god, I'm dying. And I completely violated the spirit of Storn's character for a peanut joke. I am chastised. And Storn only charges off madly when he can see the whites of their eyes - I have to rp a high wisdom SOMEHOW with this guy. HP are good thanks to being jabbed with heal sticks.

Storn perks up as he hears the war drum and growls.

"That's probably a signal or something - could be more fun coming. My people used talking drums to communicate in our village. Also, watch out for archers."

He quickly clanks along to catch up with Quill and Yelena and look into the room.

Moving to U66.

Through the busted door of the house, Quill can see orcs moving inside. Screams came from the house, and more than one orc seemed to be splattered with blood. Because of the ruckus, none of the orcs noticed Quill standing in the doorway.

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Molly hisses with fury as she slams a new bolt into her crossbow's groove and turns the crank.

"Time to shed some more blood," she says, her eyes flashing and her fingernails somehow appearing to be a little longer and darker...

Natural weapons, yay.

Quill freezes where he is, looking at the orcs. He turns and gives both Storn, and then turning the other way around, the party the "OMG-there-are-FOUR-orcs-in-here" gesture. He moves back to U57.

He aims his bow at the orc he sees, but really waits for Yelena and Storn to move to either side of the door before firing.

I'll be bait if they want to smash some face.

If and when either Yelena and/or Storn get into place, Quill will fire an arrow at the orc he can see.

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19 to hit;
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 damage.

Moving closer to the fight five-ft. step to U-59 Sander waits for Storn and Yelena to start to move in and throws another bomb in at the nearest orc just before they do.

bomb (-2 for range?): 1d20 + 5 - 2 ⇒ (19) + 5 - 2 = 22
Damage (fire damage): 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Splash damage: 4 (DC 14 for half)

Storn quickly heads over to stand beside Quill, keeping the doorway open for the orcs to stream out to multiple party members.

Double move to T60.

Yelena does not speak a word, but moves quickly to the doorway beside Quill [S59] and raises her hammer. She is ready to strike.

Come on, AoOs...

Re-positioning, everyone got into place to funnel the orcs into a deathtrap. Quill's first arrow too the orc in the hallway in the shoulder, spinning it around so that it was looking straight out of the doorway to see Yelna. Bellowing in rage, it charged right into Sander's homemade explosive. The vial broke on its forehead with head shattering (literally) force, showering the hallway with fragments of bone and clumps of brain tissue. The creature's battlecry, along with the explosion, caught the attention of the other orcs, who each came charging with axes drawn...right into Yelena's hammer.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14 Damage: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (4, 2) + 4 = 10

Storn swings out savagely as the orcs stream out before setting his feet and coming down with a huge overhead chop, a grinning wildly as he begins the slaughter.

"BAAHAAHAHAH! DAUÐA OG BLÓÐ!"

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26 Damage: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (3, 1) + 4 = 8
Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24 Damage: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (2, 1) + 4 = 7

Holy crit do I crap a lot on this guy.

Round 1, Init 13

Quill 5' steps to T56 and fires at the nearest orc.

1d20 + 6 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (9) + 6 + 1 - 4 = 12 to hit; (+PBS,-combat)
1d8 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 + 1 = 4 damage.

AC 17; hp 15/15

Gulping, Sander looks behind him but realizes he can't move and leave a clear path for the nearest orc to get to Mariana. Sweat once more beading his brow, he pulls out his sling and fires a stone toward the orc directly in front of him.

I guess technically it's in melee, so applying the -4
Mwk sling: 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (11) + 5 - 4 = 12
Damage: 1d3 ⇒ 3

Mariana quickly moves up to beside Storn T61, having been cultivating that friendship the most, it would seem and draws her dagger as she goes.

Once there, she makes a quick slash at the orc.

"Try and make quick work of them so we can get to the drum!" she calls out to her companions.

1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10
1d4 ⇒ 1

Molly runs forward at a diagonal. When she comes to a stop, she has a clear line of fire on one of the Orcs in battle with Yelena - and she takes the shot.

Molly moves to M 55 and fires: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10 for 1d8 ⇒ 4 damage to the Orc at S 58.

As the orcs poured out of the house, they ducked to avoid Yelena's longhammer. One ducked right into Storn's flashing sword instead, and headed to the ground for an eternal nap. The sword flashed around again, decapitating the next orc in line. The remaining orc looked a little terrified at the response, but its eyes hardened as it heard the drumming and knew more of its kind were on their way. He slashed at Yelena with his sword, cutting a deep gash in her left side. It then died on the spot to the flurry of blows from the companions.

Inside the house, you can still hear crying and screams, although the tone has turned from terror to the deeper sounds of mourning.

Combat is over? No new map?

Quill rushes into the house, seeking whomever is crying and whatever is causing the crying.

I'm all for skipping a final round of combat at times. IMO, it's not worth spending a day for what likely will be no use of resources or harm to the PCs.

Sander follows Quill into the home.

"Hello? Who's here?" he calls out.

He mops the sweat off his brow again, huffing and puffing as he tries to keep up.

I'm not made to run around like this. I should be at home.

"Sander, be careful, but we should check on things in there. I'll heal Yelena while youa nd Storn make sure there are no more orcs within. Perhaps Quill can go in to help with whoever else is in there." With that she begins to tend the wounds of her companion.

1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

"Thank you, Mariana. I'm taking an awful lot of damage lately." She winces as the healing magic almost knits together her wounds (still -3hp). She calls out to the house. "We are with the militia! We are here to help! Does anyone need help?"

Storn grunts approvingly as Mariana heals Yelena. He wastes no time and stalks into the building.

"Call out! I'm here to help! Let me know where you are!"