GM Bigrin's Giantslayer (Inactive)

Game Master bigrin42

In that case, this is all I can do....

Instead of Hexing, Molly brings up her crossbow and tries to shoot it without hitting Dieter and Storn.

Ranged 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20 for 1d8 ⇒ 4 damage.

Despite the cramped quarters, the ooze was easily destroyed, leaving Storn in the lead, mere paces from the upward-leading shaft. Something semi-translucent fell from the shaft with a plopping sound, then began schlupping its way towards the big man.

"How many of these things are there?" Molly grumbles as she quickly reloads and fires her crossbow.

Ranged 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14 for 1d8 ⇒ 2 damage.

Round 2

Quill fires twice at the other giant ugly ooze of flesh.

1d20 + 9 - 4 ⇒ (18) + 9 - 4 = 23 to hit; (-cover)
1d8 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15 cold iron damage.

1d20 + 9 - 4 ⇒ (4) + 9 - 4 = 9 to hit; (-cover)
1d8 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17 cold iron damage.

Dieter does his best to strike the ooze by going over Storn's shoulder.

melee attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 121d10 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

I guess if firing down the passage is possible...

Sander tucks his alchemist's fire back in a pouch and instead pulls out his sling.

"This is crazy!" he says. "We need to get out of the tunnel!"

Starting to search for a way out of this situation "Keep this thing and any others busy. I'll look around to see if there is a way out of this."

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (8) + 11 = 19
Knowledge (Dungeoneering): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22
Knowledge (Engineering): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

Growling, and particularly annoyed at the potential damage to his beautiufl weapon, Storn tries to repeat his earlier success.

Power Attack-Squeeze: 1d20 + 9 - 2 - 4 ⇒ (5) + 9 - 2 - 4 = 8 Damage: 2d6 + 9 + 6 ⇒ (5, 6) + 9 + 6 = 26

The second ooze popped under the metal assault, showering Storn's face with acidic flecks. That seemed to be the last of the pests, as the floor seemed still. Kipa, still looking around decided that there was only the way they came in, and the vertical shaft leading upwards. In the lead, Storn looked up to see an opening in the shaft high above. It was hard to tell how high, but it was at least 30 feet straight up a 3-foot wide shaft whose sides were slick with filth.

Sander frowns, looking at the tunnel up.

"I guess we don't really have a choice, but I wish we'd known it would be this disgusting," he says. "It's probably going to be hard to climb... Maybe someone should go up and send down a rope?"

Storn carefully cleans the acid from his blade. He stares up and realizes he's looking into a privy.

"This is getting unpleasant, and I'm always unpleasant. Maybe if we're lucky we can see a giant's arse. Kipa... do the honours?"

Quill waits in the back, his feet unhappily covered in muck and ooze and waits.

"Ugh. Why didn't we attack from the front like normal barbarians? Why is our way of doing things usually the worst?"

Looking over to the elf "First you dont want us to die, now you want us to die. I am confused." Over to Storn "I mean a giants ass, your face not much difference ? Just kidding big man. How high up is it? Could me standing on your shoulders help?" Kipa starts moving up to the front

"Just hurry up and get going," Molly says as she squeezes to the front and lifts Kipa bodily up onto Storn's shoulders without so much as a by-your-leave. "I haven't seen a bottle of perfume since we left Trunau, but I swear I'm going to bathe in a tub full of the stuff after we're done in this fortress."

Climb aid another 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

Quill looks up the pooper and begins to party begins to climb. He'll use assists from others and will even take a rope if he's going first.

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23 Climb

"What are you talking about? You are probably the best smelling thing down here. "

Taking a rope, he starts to climb up
Climb: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13

"looks like the elf has got it this time"

"That's not saying much when the whole place smells like an Ogre's privy," Molly says, curtly. "Move it, boys! I want out of here, and I'll happily carve through Orcs, Ogres, Giants or anything else I have to!"

"working on it lass"
climb: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (14) + 11 = 25

Gaining a much better hold, Kipa starts to scurry up

"We're going to have to clean ourselves at the top. Orcs and giants don't smell very good to begin with, but most of them would be able to smell us from a hundred paces."

Dieter waits for another party member to secure a rope, then tries his best to climb up the filthy tunnel.

Climb: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27

Just to make sure things keep moving...

Sander scrambles up as soon as he's able, looking around at the top.

Take 10 if there's a rope; if that's not possible... Climb: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21
Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30

Storn grumbles and once the rope is down he gives it a climb as well, which he manages to do with some skill despite his bulky armour.

Climb-ACP+Guidance: 1d20 + 3 - 6 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 3 - 6 + 1 = 16

Molly clambers up after Storn, loaded crossbow hanging from a hook on her belt.

CClimb 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

Kipa started the climb, but the smooth, slippery surface of the latrine shat didn't give him any purchase, and he slid back down, bouncing from Storn's shoulders and landing in the muck with a splat. Smirking slightly, Quill leaped up into the shaft and used his longer frame to brace himself across it. Working his shoulders and legs in a peristaltic-type fashion, he manged to get about halfway up the shaft when the light at the top was obscured. Quill cringed and turned away as the telltale sound of diarrhetic expulsion heralded what was to come. The warm liquid filth splattered the elf. Storn and Kipa each got a faceful, to as they looked up to watch the elf's progress.

I need a DC14 Fort save from Storn, Kipa, and Quill to avoid being nauseated. If Quill fails his save, he will fall down the shaft (currently about 15' up)

Oh, Yuck! >.<

Oh...piddlespot.

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17 Fort

Quill takes only some of the diarrheic liquid into his mouth and ears, closing his eyes from the worst of it. And it's awful.

He holds on, hold his breath, and waits for the explosion to be over.

Oh piddlespot. Now he smells like Storn.

Storn is one of the hardiest, nastiest men out there. However, his mighty resolve finally snaps as he gets shat on by what's probably a giant with giardia. He shoves Quill violently out of the way, ripping off his helmet as he begins vomiting uncontrollably.

Fort: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Once he has any semblance of self control, Storn yanks out his water skin and begins casting spell after spell of create water, desperately trying to wash out his beard and mouth.

I think it was more than a piddle spot, Quill...

It was a pooplesplatter

The effluent continued, but Quill was steadily braced and managed to control his rising gorge to avoid convulsing with vomit. After what seemed like an eternity, but couldn't have been more than a minute or two, the dim light above returned as the blocking cheeks were removed from the privy seat. Quill resumed him climb, and eventually made it to the top. The privy hole was barely 6 inches across, and there was no way the elf could squeeze through it. But, the seat seemed to be a slab of wood no more than an inch or two thick.

6 inches across?! Dude...we humans aren't giants and our privy holes are much much larger than that! How...do...giants...? Oh...so many questions. Maybe they used to bullseye womp rats with their T-15s back home. I dunno.

Quill tries to find a place to tie off the rope.

He will then pull out his dagger and try to pry off the poop slab.

For a supposed secret entrance in, this seems to be harder than I might have expected... :)

I imagine Giants don't like the idea of something crawling out of their toilet bowl any better than humans. Especially when they're using it.

Since ogres are twice the size of humans, that would be the equivalent of a human with a 3-inch privy hole. Talk about muscle control!

Dammit, make it 16" then :p

Sorry everyone, I've had a massively busy week. I've been trying to post in the games I am a player in, but haven't managed before now to get any GM posts in. Thanks for bearing with.

From where he was, Quill was unable to find a place to tie off the rope. Shrugging, he pulled his dagger and began prying at the boards above. By the time the first board was lifted away, his legs and shoulders ached from being pressed up against the privy shaft. But then the board pulled free and he was able to squirm his way up into the privy itself. From there, it was a simple matter of tying the rope to a nearby column and dropping it down the hole.

Sander scrambles up the rope and looks around, glad to be out of the filth, even if the quarters were -- for once -- sized perfectly for him.

"So which way do we go?" he asks.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17

"To the nearest bathtub?" Molly grumbles as she follows. "This was worse than the bleeding swamp!"

"So which way do we go?" he asks.

Quill says nothing, but gives the halfling a death-glare from under his poop soaked hair. He shakes his head and begins repeated castings of create water...letting the water go down the pooper as he washes as much filth as he can off him.

"I'm going to need soap when we finish here. Lots and lots of soap."

Quill washes and washes and washes while he waits for others to scout and decide next actions.

Storn finishes spraying himself incessantly with create water spells from his water skin, and then douses the rest of the group once they're out of the privy.

"Suddenly the stench of the entrails of my opponents doesn't feel very fun anymore."

Is this a knotted rope, can Storn take 10 with guidance to get out of there? Total will be a whopping 8.

Climbing up the rope "Thanks Quill" Kipa starts to look around for anything to watch out for.

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (12) + 11 = 23
Perception with trapfinding: 1d20 + 11 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 11 + 3 = 23

Sorry guys. My computer stoped working last week and just started a new job where I do not gain access to the site. Im back up and going w/ my laptop so I am hoping to be able to post more regularly

Uh, do we have a map from which to work? Maybe I've missed it or forgotten, but can someone post (or re-post) a visual for where we are after Quill jumps out of the pooper and our options for going forward.

Quill seems surprised that Storn is so intent on cleaning, figuring the man would be fine with whatever smell emanated from him.

Quill finishes cleaning and glares at everyone...just daring them to make a comment about what happened.

Dieter likewise scrambles up and over, and avails himself of generous amounts of clean water. "Good gods. Even our sweat is going to stink. It's in our pores! We need to book a spa day for the whole party when we get back."

"Who can wait that long?" Molly grumbles as she uses the magically-provided water to rinse foulness out of her hair and off of her skin. "I'll set up a sweat-tent as soon as we're done here. We can boil the filth out."

No, my map has crashed twice. I think I'm just going to pull the one out of the module for now.

Quill continues to bathe until others know where they are going next.

I'm *not* telling my beloved Marigold Pottersmoot about this. No way. This doesn't happen to heroes.

Quill was that in or out of character?

Map or no map, we need some guidance on our options, GM. (Sorry, I know you're slammed with work too.)

The latrine is a circular chamber, with tiled floor of blue and white. Many of the tiles are cracked or missing. The jakes lies in the center of the room, and the only exit is a set of doors. Narrow slits on the outer wall let in fresh air and light, and a rainwater catchbasin sits under one of the windows. The narrow hole that you climbed through was flush with the ground, making it clear that anyone that needed to use the jakes either sat right on the floor, or more likely squatted above it. A few stained empty chamberpots scattered against one wall showed the most likely use for the system.

Quill finishes his 4th bath...and considers another, but is also ready to move on.

"Well, I guess there's only one way to go unless we want to stay in here and just try to ambush everyone as they come in to use the privvy..." Sander says.

"Maybe we should make sure there's no one right outside before we get going..."

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27

Probably now's a good time to take any preparations we want before going out.

Just before opening the door, Sander pulls out a blue vial. He looks at it for the moment, and then shrugs.

"I guess now's the time for this..."

He downs it and his body seems to firm up, some of the pudge tightening though his eyes seem a little duller.

Drink my mutagen: +2 natural armor; +4 alchemical bonus to Con, -2 penalty to Cha for 60 minutes

Storn continues to gargle and wash out his wonderful armour with his never-ending waterskin until he is damp and probably cleaner than he's been in years. He deigns not to cast any spells - yet, but instead sorts out his weaponry and gets Gorum's Thorn out and ready for a fight.

"Let's get moving."

If Sander does not discover nasty enemies on the other side of the door, Storn will push through.