GM Bigrin's Giantslayer (Inactive)

Game Master bigrin42

Sander, realizing there's nothing between him and one of the horrible creatures that haunted his nightmares, runs around to put the campfire between it and him. Pulling a flask of acid as he goes, he throws it toward the big spider trying to eat Storn, slamming it into the creature's abdomen.

Move to O-10; throw acid at spider at K-9 (to avoid splash)
Acid(ranged touch), point blank range, -2 for range: 1d20 + 12 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (14) + 12 + 1 - 2 = 25
Damage (acid damage): 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Storn shook off the worst of the effects of the poison and slashed out at the remaining spider. The blade slashed through its head, killing it. The ettercap nearby screeched in pain as it took the full brunt of the acid flask that Sander lobbed its way. Meanwhile, Molly began chanting her spell. Storn took advantage of the breather to heal himself once more., before taking another swipe from his foe's claws. Kipa's foe followed him, but was unable to land a solid hit.

If I hit the ettercap, Storn took a point of acid damage (sorry, Storn!). I have no way to exclude squares with that splash.

In a desprit attempt to start working with som eone as support, Kipa rolls away and tries to line up to help Storn with his issue.

Round 6

Quill fires at the clickclaws attacking Storn, seeking to give the big man some relief from his walking nightmares. 5' step to O11.

1d20 + 10 - 2 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 10 - 2 + 3 = 19 to hit; (-rapid,+DF)
1d8 + 9 + 3 + 1d6 ⇒ (1) + 9 + 3 + (4) = 17 magic cold iron fire damage.

1d20 + 10 - 2 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 10 - 2 + 3 = 17 to hit; (-rapid,+DF)
1d8 + 9 + 3 + 1d6 ⇒ (1) + 9 + 3 + (1) = 14 magic cold iron fire damage.

With the spiders all dead, Kipa and Quill were able to focus fully on the remaining ettercaps. Their combined blows took down the one closest to Storn, Leaving the big man free.

Sander rushes to help Storn, closing in on the ettercap as he pulls out his rarely used morningstar.

"Hold on, Storn," he calls. "I'm coming!"

Unfortunately, he trips en route, momentum causing his swing to finish well before he arrives at his target.

Move to M-10
Morningstar: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 6 + 2 = 9
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Storn has completely lost his mind at this point. Being without his armour is bad enough, but the effects of the poison have him somewhat loopy.

"DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEE!!!!"

Attack+Combined penalties and bonuses: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24 Damage: 2d6 + 18 ⇒ (5, 2) + 18 = 25
Threat!: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25 Damage: 2d6 + 18 ⇒ (4, 1) + 18 = 23

He roars with unbelievable anger before swinging his sword down in a huge overhead chop at the last ettercap.

Storn splatters the ettercap's head all over the campsite as he Storns the ever-living Storn out of the creature. Molly's spell completes and the warpriest grows to an enormous size. The remaining ettercap, not wanting to tangle with these fierce opponents by himself, ran off into the forest.

Combat over! You survived!

"Well, that was nuts," Molly summarizes recent events.

Quill has to resist wasting arrows at the fleeing ClickHands and instead goes to check first on Storn, then on Kipa.

"You guys okay? I was so busy killing spiders, I lost track of you," Quill says, offering his concern.

Seeing that others are wounded, he calls the party closer.

"Ok, I've never done this before," Quill says, holding his holy symbol up. "I'm going to see if the Elf that Hugs the World wants to help us." He holds his holy symbol higher, and prays deeply for healing.

A bright happy burst of positive energy emanates from the shy elf.

2d6 ⇒ (4, 4) = 8 channel positive energy

"Oh, that was nice," Quill says, surprised as any. He tries it again.

2d6 ⇒ (2, 4) = 6 channel positive energy

Quill looks around to see if everyone is amazed as he is. The Elf that Hugs the World is pretty amazing.

Sander's jaw drops as almost all of his wounds heal.

"That worked?" he exclaims. "Wow, Quill, thank you. I didn't realize the, um, Elf that Hugs the World would really answer you. Or was real at all, honestly."

The halfling feels sorry for having doubted his exuberant friend even as he tries to make out what the sort-of-youngster was holding up.

Knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

Now embiggened, Storn collapses to the ground like the mighty hunk of man he is. He lets out a low groan as he slowly works the webbing off of his body.

"Praise be to the Elf who humps the world," he mutters before trying to cure the poison in his system.

Lesser Restoration x2: 2d4 ⇒ (1, 1) = 2

After a good long while he pulls himself into a sitting position. "I may need a little longer before we get into the crypt."

"Praise be to the Elf who *humps* the world," he mutters before trying to cure the poison in his system.

LOL. If you only knew.

Quill tries to help Storn as well.

1d4 ⇒ 1 Lesser Restoration All those 1s are because you're mean to the good elf in the sky.

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Knowledge (religion)]1d20+4 = 15

"I think that's Ketephys' symbol, Quill. Isn't he a hunter, not a hugger?" Sander questions as the elf and giant work to clear the big man of webs and weakness.

"Um, but maybe we should go talk somewhere else? Who knows if more things are coming..."

He looks around nervously, trying to figure out if these things just happened across them -- like maybe those giants did a few days ago -- or if it's something worse.

Perception: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (4) + 14 = 18 I guess looking for tracks around the camp to indicate maybe we were spied on first; then searching the bodies of the ettercaps.

Also, FWIW, I'm down to three bombs left for the day once I get a chance to prepare my extracts and whatnot.

"I think that's Ketephys' symbol, Quill. Isn't he a hunter, not a hugger?"

"Yeah, Ketephys the Hugger..." Quill repeats, looking at his bow with a mix of confusion and more confusion, trying to parse Sander's identification. "Right? He's the hugger?"

"If we're talking about an Elf who wants to get their hands on the whole world, shouldn't it be Calistria?" Molly suggests.

Unless someone else needs it, she casts a healing spell on herself.

CLW 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

"Um, I think the hunter. But, um, I'm not an elf, so maybe it's different for you?" Sander responds, not quite sure he wants to be the one to shatter Quill's youthful ideas.

No, I'm pretty sure it's Hunter, lad. But, maybe it doesn't matter?

He tries to avoid meeting the elf's eyes.

Falling back on to the ground "Well that was... a thing. If any one can send some more of that sweet sweet healing magic this way I would really appreciate it."

I am roughly 18 hp away from full

"While I am not much for the constant movement at this time, I agree with Sander. We should find a place a bit more defensible and recover from this and plan a better way to proceed. "

Molly comes over to Kipa and applies a Healing Hex (1d8 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13).

"Let's hurry up. I get cranky if I don't have my eight hours."

Storn grumbles. "Let's find the front door to this vault. Maybe we can camp out in the entryway."

Storn takes the time to get into his armour and - grumpy as hell - he starts stalking down the trail marked by the dwarven stones.

"Um, I think the hunter."

Quill looks a look bewildered and walks away from the group, mumbling something about 'hugging' and 'not hunting'.

He retreats to his bedroll, intent on moving it and camp not splattered with Storn and spider blood. He mumbles a bit about liking hugging.

Sander follows Quill.

"Lad, hugging is great, as long as someone wants to be hugged. (Consent is important.) And maybe I'm wrong," he adds, patting Quill awkwardly on the lower back. "I don't know a lot about religion."

He blinks as Storn's words penetrate.

"Er, I'll be right back!"

He rushes back to where Storn is getting dressed.

"In the entryway? That sounds like a horrible idea? Let's go find where these spider things were! We can probably rest there!"

The night still hangs heavy around you as you discuss your options. Those who want to push on are countered by those that say you don't know what is ahead. Those creatures certainly came from somewhere, and one ran away, perhaps to alert others. Looking around the area, you can't see much in the darkness. The open area where you camped was the best choice at the time, offering potential attackers no cover, and plenty of lanes of sight.

As they talked, Sander looked about. He saw no signs of prior scouting, but then with the fire going, certain creatures could easily have found them in the night. He found no treasure on the spiders, but the ettercaps were well provisioned, each with a mitrhil dagger, many coins and gems, and several magical items.

If someone wants to try to ID all those magic items ... ? Sander will take one of the daggers if no one else wants them.

"What do you think everyone? Maybe the tomb is safer than out here..."

Let's figure out the plan. I guess I realized I'm probably horribly metagaming by not wanting to go into the tomb, as there's not really a reason for Sander to think there'll be anything in the entryway. That may well be as safe a spot as anywhere else. I do think we probably need a day to rest and recover before pushing on, which is a shame as the day hasn't even started. We burned a lot of resources there.

Quill will insist on finding a new place to camp for the night, moving back a few 100 yards and taking whatever time necessary to rest up.

When Quill recovers his mind a bit, he will cast Read Magic to see what the scrolls say. Later, he might even explore the oils.

1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11 Spellcraft - oil #1
1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18 Spellcraft - oil #2

Let me recap the stage for you. You've been hiking this narrow trail up the mountains, then came out onto this plateau. The plateau is wooded, except for about a 200-300 foot square clearing between the head of the trail and the path leading into the woods.

Storn finally stops and sighs before turning around. "Fine, okay. Not the tomb. Unless we want to walk around forever looking for a hidey hole out best bet is to stay here and maybe put the ettercap heads on some spikes to let the next bastard know we're not good eating. I'm going to sleep in my armour though - it'll be damn uncomfortable but I can wake myself up with a tap of that wand."

Speaking of which he looks over to Molly who is busy shivering and twitching. "Stop that. Gorum needs you to be limber."

Lesser Resoration x2: 2d4 ⇒ (3, 2) = 5

If the group agrees to just rest here, Storn busies himself sharpening saplings and impaling ettercap heads on stakes.

I'm just assuming I have the lesser restoration wand. Storn will sleep in his armour and use lesser restoration to remove the fatigue effect.

Mentally and spiritually broken, Quill is clearly unable to think clear as he seems to recall other campsites which could not exist...a metaphor for the spiritual safety he seeks as the hugging/hunting mistake takes away any hopes of solace.

He will drag a few spider bodies off the ledge, then take a new bedroll spot that's not covered in blood. He finishes his shift at watch and then sleeps until morning.

What a night.

"Ahh," Molly sighs as Sander's and Storn's work first slows the poison's work and then reverses it, and she flexes her hands. "Much better. Thanks, boys! And yeah, let's show the world what happens to losers who try to jump us in our sleep."

Thanks, fellas!

leaning back on a tree, Kipa tries to rest to fully recover from the interruption. "Lets hope that dosnt happen again. I have a few more hours left of my watch. Ill finish it up before getting a few hours shut eye."

Seeing the loot from the spider people "Any one mind if I snag one of those fancy daggers to replace mine? Finding one that feels good in his hand, he places it into his sheath and places his old one into the loot bag as replacement. "I think this may come in handy at some point... and it looks nicer too" "

Looking around at his party members "Is every one ok or does any one need some help?"

Is it ok if i take one of the new daggers? It is better then the normal one I have and could be handy at some point

Sounds fine. So Kipa and I both have one of the daggers. Others might as well claim the other two. They don't hurt to have on you in case of need.

Sander blanches at Storn's actions, but he's not sure there's any better option. He'll try to rest as much as he can once his heart stops pounding.

"So, are we just going to wait here until tomorrow," he asks as he waits to fall asleep again.

Let's make sure our plans are clear. We used a lot of resources before the day even began. Do we want to try to go into the tomb today or see if we are better prepared after another night's sleep? If the latter, I'm going to explore the plateau a little when we wake up. Maybe head toward the tomb and see if there's some other way in or out we should be aware of.

Camp out to regain resources, Storn blew almost all of his fervors and top-level spells in that fight. Otherwise we just spend forever looking for somewhere to sleep. He'll sleep in armour in case some cruel hand of fate throws more monsters at us and drop the fatigue with a lesser restoration.

He'll sleep in armour in case some cruel hand of fate throws more monsters at us and drop the fatigue with a lesser restoration.

Quill used some resources, but in theory, as a divine caster, he should be at full strength come morning. He's always prayed to the Elf that Hugs Hunts the World in the morning. Storm might have plenty of resources.

Quill will help roll some spider bodies off the ledge, but is happy find only a slightly less blood place to sleep for the night.

Yeah, if that was before our rest was complete, maybe all those resources will still renew in the morning. That'd certainly make things easier.

You'd estimate that the fight happened around midnight. There should still be plenty of time to sleep in and get a late start with full resources.

Sounds good. Then that's what we're doing, as outlined above. Sorry for my misunderstanding everyone!

The rest of the night passed uneventfully, though Molly's horse returning to the fire in its humanoid form nearly scared everyone to death. The fight had interrupted everyone's rest, and no one but Storn slept very soundly, uneasy about the potential of that fleeing ettercap. Still, the morning dawned cold and brisk, and you lingered at camp, trying to regain the rest that you had lost in the night. Storn woke feeling stiff and sore from sleeping in his armor, and though he had snored the night through, he did not feel rested at all.

Feel free to burn a lesser resto, Storn, as indicated

In the morning light, the path into the aspen grove looked a little more clear than it had in the waning light of the previous day. Still, the underbrush had grown right up next to the path in places. About fifteen feet in, another of the little white stones marked it as the same path you had been following.

@Quill - I didn't forget about you, I was just waiting to see if anyone else was going to help with those magic items

While everyone else was busy prepping the camp, Quill took the time to look at the scrolls and potions. One of the potions was a single application of Greater Magic Fang spell. The other, he couldn't identify. The scrolls were easy enough. One was an alchemist's formula, if he was reading the symbols correctly, for the Blur spell. The other was a scroll of lesser restoration with two copies written on it.

I'll take ownership and tracking of the lesser resto wand. Swapping out my spells a bit, lesser resto becomes Grace, and a shield of fatih becomes Liberating Command. Stupid spiders.

Sleeping in spiked plate mail is a dumb idea, but Storn is good at those, and he wakes up a grumpy, miserable mess. However after using his wand and eating a little becomes as tolerable as he ever is.

Storn takes a while to say his prayers and add a new braid to his beard which has now grown back to the point it could be accurately described as bushy. He adjusts his pack, snaps down the visor on his helmet, and grabs his sword.

"Did we figure out what that stuff is?"

Storn takes a gander at the last vial

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

"Well that was obvious. All right, let's go find this vault. Once we get in, Kipa goes in front. I'll forever honour Marjoram's name by remembering to look for traps."

"I thought you all said this was a tomb. How could tombs have monsters and traps in it? What kind of tomb are we going into? Sounds more like a tomb of horrors than a place where I want to be buried," Quill opines naively.

Quill looks much much worse for wear. Apparently, this mornings devotions were *MUCH* more difficult than usual, what with the switch from hugging to hunting. He's still not sure what to make of that. His face is pale and his hair more unkempt than usual. When he tries to smile, he does so weakly.

Hunting? Really? I like the hugging part so much more. Like with Marigold. Oh...I wonder if she like hugging.

He will be happy to again guard the back while Kipa sets off all the traps with Storn's face.

Quill gives the scroll of lesser restorations to Storn Add two charges to the wand? Or use these first on Molly? and the scroll of Blur to Sander. He packs the potions away unless someone wants them.

potion of dark whispers

"Thanks, Quill," Sander says brightly, trying to cheer the elf as he stashes the scroll in his back to copy into his formula book later ... assuming they don't all die.

"Unfortunately, sometimes tombs are ... scary," he says, his smile fading. "They're filled with elemental evils and, well, like the one under Trunau, remember? Hopefully this one won't have anything it it -- I mean, the orcs and giants didn't have the whole map, right? -- but better safe than sorry."

As he finishes talking, he starts mixing up batches of reagents, pouring one all over his fine jacket, which immediately absorbs the liquid bomber's eye, as usual.

Stretching from a less than restful sleep "Well that was fun. I guess we should get ready to move once we are all set. " Putting his gear back on and readying to move out once everyone is set.

How far are we again from the entrance?

After waking, Molly does her morning exercizes - martial arts require upkeep, after all - then spends time communing with her toad familiar, Kronug.
"Alright," she says once she's finished. "Let's get this over with; I hate tombs. Always something living in them that shouldn't be. That or undead."

Spells du jour:
3 - Dispel magic, Remove curse, Summon monster III
2 - Cure moderate wounds, Inflict moderate wounds, See invisibility, Summon monster II
1 - Burning hands, Cure light wounds, Enlarge person, Summon monster I
0 - Dancing lights, Daze, Guidance, Resistance

@Kipa - what entrance? The entrance to the stand of woods is about 200 feet away. You haven't found the tomb's entrance yet

@Everyone - let me know what your plans are

"I guess if we're ready, we should find the entrance," Sander says. "Let's follow the path and hopefully the stones will lead us to the right place... I do have an extract that might help us find it if we need."

Storn just starts clanking down the path, hoping to either fall in the tomb or beat a trap to death with his face or something. "Keep eye out!"

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

Heading down the trail, checking the area as we go.

Perception: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (15) + 14 = 29 Sorry, should have made a Perception check.

Quill follows the group, hoping the entrance to the tomb and the spider's lair are different places...but also not.

"Hey...did we want to track the spiders and clickyhands back to their lair? Might be nothing left there but loot? We like loot, right?" Quill suggests, hoping Kipa or Storn can track.