GM Tyranius Giantslayer (Inactive)

Game Master Tyranius

Edit: Post 6000, you magnificent piddlesptters!! Woowoo!

Round 3, Init 20

Wren flies closer to big Bertha, another spell on his lips.

Wren readies a Magic Missile to disrupt the caster should she cast again.

5d4 + 5 ⇒ (3, 1, 2, 4, 4) + 5 = 19 force damage

Attack 1 Miss chance; Low is good: 1d100 ⇒ 3
Attack 2 Miss chance; Low is good: 1d100 ⇒ 15
Attack 3 Miss chance; Low is good: 1d100 ⇒ 31
Attack 4 Miss chance; Low is good: 1d100 ⇒ 14

Though they hit all sneak attack damage is null and void due to concealment. The Steam hog saved you! That could have been much worse with debilitating injury.

Wren continues to await the Ogress to cast another spell. Though he is sorely disappointed as she seems smarter and a little bit more clever than the other Ogres.

She rushes forward with her club in hand as a strange sensation washes over the remaining ogre, Rogzul and the rhino.

10 foot Aura of Madness. DC 18 Will save or suffer effects of Confusion for anyone that comes within 30 feet.

Ogre will save DC 18: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

The ogre resists the confusing thoughts in his head and focuses on the rhinoceros as the rampaging beast pushes him back.

Greataxe vs Rhino AC 16; PA: 1d20 + 15 - 2 ⇒ (16) + 15 - 2 = 29
Damage: 3d6 + 14 + 4 ⇒ (5, 5, 4) + 14 + 4 = 32

Greataxe vs Rhino AC 16; PA: 1d20 + 10 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 10 - 2 = 9

The Ogre lets go of the rhino for but a moment and slams his axe into the animals neck.

Round 4
Farin- Confusion 7 rounds
Jorgan (Spirit 130/132)(Rhino -32)
Rogzul (sickened)
Kraygan (117/151)(Haggis 84/92)
Wren
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Karah (-62)
Ogre (-84)
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Rog grins as the larger ogress comes over, and barely notices the effects of her magic as he turns his spear on her.

"I thought I'd have to charge over to you too." He snarls.

Will: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (8) + 17 = 25

PA - Giantsbane-Spirit Ability-Sickened: 1d20 + 23 - 2 ⇒ (20) + 23 - 2 = 41
Damage: 2d6 + 25 + 4d6 - 2 ⇒ (3, 1) + 25 + (1, 3, 3, 5) - 2 = 39

PA - Giantsbane-Spirit Ability-Sickened: 1d20 + 18 - 2 - 3 ⇒ (17) + 18 - 2 - 3 = 30
Damage: 2d6 + 25 + 4d6 - 2 ⇒ (5, 6) + 25 + (5, 3, 6, 6) - 2 = 54

PA - Giantsbane-Sickened- Confirm Attack 1: 1d20 + 23 - 2 ⇒ (17) + 23 - 2 = 38
Damage: 4d6 + 50 ⇒ (2, 2, 6, 3) + 50 = 63

What to do?: 1d100 ⇒ 67

Damage to Self: 1d8 ⇒ 5

Farin looks at his blades, not sure what to make of them, and scratches his head with one of the blades, causing himself a wound.

Round 4, Init 20

Wren notes the control he has over Big Bertha and flies a bit closer, twirling his staff of frost as he moves.

Wren double moves (flies) closer.

Jorgan's rhino keep battling with the ogre even as it bleeds heavily from its side:

gore: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23
damage: 2d6 + 9 ⇒ (5, 3) + 9 = 17

Meanwhile Jorgan spurs Spirit into another charge towards the lead ogress. "How're you doing that, Wren?" he asks as he charges near the elf.

heartspit: 1d20 + 18 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 18 + 2 = 28
damage: 2d6 + 18 ⇒ (2, 6) + 18 = 26

gore: 1d20 + 14 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 14 + 2 = 20
damage: 3d8 + 22 ⇒ (4, 1, 5) + 22 = 32

"Doing what now?" Wren asks, wondering what Jorgan is talking about.

"Well I thought she was some magic-worker but you've knocked the magic words right out of her mouth! You should do that more often!"

Edit: Also, Jorgan and Spirit probably need saves against her aura:
Will: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30
Spirit Will: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

Farin decidesto take care of his itch with the sharp end of his blade causing a thin trail of blood to mat his curl hair.

Though Jorgan and Rogzul's weapons don't do nearly as much damage as they would have expected it is still enough with their combines efforts to bring the Ogress down mid-prayer to Father Moon.

Meanwhile Spirit becomes a bit confused in the process, though it quickly passes as the giant drops dead.

The rhino rises into the air and drops a heavy foot down onto the remaining ogre's knee, crushing it backwards before goring it in the neck.

Farin is still confused for 6 rounds.Though should have little effect unless he rolls to attack Kraygan again. Should be easy enough for all of you to stay out of reach until it passes.

Once again the cavern remains quiet and littered with giant bodies. Of which carry several items.

• Large +3 Hide Armor
  
• Large +1 Greatclub
  
• Javelins (18)
  
• Headband of Inspired Wisdom +2
  
• Potion of CLW (16)
  
• Potion of CMW (4)
  
• Large Chain shirt (4)
  
• Large +1 Greataxe (4)
  
• Cloak of Resistance +1 (4)
  
• Ring of Protection +1 (4)
  
• 310 gp (62 GP Each)

"Ow, ow, OW!" Kraygan hops in the saddle at Farin's confused prodding. "Hey, tha stings! Cut it out!"

Since the ogres are dead, he leads the halfling on a chase around the cavern until the magic that is confusing him wears off.

Eventually...

"Those knives are sharp!" He grumbles as the group goes through ogre-treasure. "Glad yer on our side.. most o' th' time." Finding the potions, he pours them in with some beer in his horn and drinks until the stab wounds vanish.

CLW potion: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
CLW potion: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
CLW potion: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
CLW potion: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
CLW potion: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
CLW potion: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
149/151

"Ok, bbrrrraapppt!" He belches and points to the nearest cave. "Onward!"

After it's pointed out that's the cave they came in...

"Onward!" He points to the tunnel on the far side.

"Sand dollar! Tastes like purple, poor simple kitchen rake?"

Confused, Round 1: 1d100 ⇒ 32 Babbles
Confused, Round 2: 1d100 ⇒ 52 Self Dmg: 1d8 ⇒ 5
Confused, Round 3: 1d100 ⇒ 50 Babbles
Confused, Round 4: 1d100 ⇒ 84 Attack nearest
Confused, Round 5: 1d100 ⇒ 73 Self Dmg: 1d8 ⇒ 1
Confused, Round 6: 1d100 ⇒ 79 Attack nearest

Farin is just really confused for another minute, striking himself twice, throwing daggers at his friends twice, and sometimes just babbling incoherent thoughts.

Once it is all over, he will use his wand to heal some of the self-inflicted damage, and anything Kraygan still suffers from.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

"I am sorry about that. I am just not sure what came over me."

"Save your healing items." Rog grunts to Farin and Kraygan as the Shaman handles the wounds.

Healing Hex on Kraygan: 2d8 + 14 ⇒ (3, 8) + 14 = 25
Healing Hex on Farin: 2d8 + 14 ⇒ (3, 3) + 14 = 20
Healing Hex on Haggis: 2d8 + 14 ⇒ (7, 8) + 14 = 29

He looks over all of the giants he'd killed with a satisfied grunt before moving over to the giant boar.

"What would you like to do with your beloved pig before we leave, Jorgan?"

Let's reserve the healing hex for emergencies. It heals a lot of damage whereas the cure light potions are about useless in combat.

Since the Ogres were talking about the moon rising soon, I assumed we'd be resting soon, but I'll wait to see how things play out narrative wise.

Wren identifies the magics while the others round up the pigs. He will help load the loot into the appropriate bags and yakken, and is then ready to move on.

He doesn't seem too put out by the yaktender's confusion in the fight. Wren, after all, had fought with Torgan for long enough to know chaos when he sees it. And it happens.

"You guys get yourself healed up good. We have a lot more to do this day/night/time. I'm not sure when it is now, but I think we have more to do before we rest."

Rogz, I think we just rested, right? Two fights ago?

You might be right, I always lose track of time after a fight.

Yup, The Ogres were just preparing for night was all.

@Kraygan that tunnel loops around leading back to the entrance.
The Ashpeak map will show the confusing layout and your current tunnel.

The group's confusion continues to expand to the point that not even Wren can tell if it is day or night within the confines of these tunnels. Meanwhile the armored hog snores loudly in the middle of the floor.

Wren looks at the dwarves.

"You going to do something with that pig?" Wren asks.

1d20 + 15 ⇒ (15) + 15 = 30 Know (Nature) - steam pig?

Jorgan dismounts from his giant ram and approaches the pig, looking up at Wren and Rog with wide eyes. "Ya mean I can keep him?" he asks.

"I think training a pig to ride might take some time. But I thougt maybe Farin would want his own pet to help up. What do you think, Farin? You want a pet pig? They're so smart! I bet we could have you riding him in no time."

"Trainin the pig will take time, maybe more than usual if it's been given bad trainin by those orcs. First test, offer it some food upon wakin up and see if it's reasonable."

Kraygan has tre cavalier expert trainer ability if it makes any difference.

Handle Animal: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13

"Hey pig! Wakey wakey!" Kraygan calls out and dumps beer on its head.

"Well, I am not so sure a pig mount is my cup of tea, but maybe I could grow to like it. Doesn't seem very stealthy, though. So, shall we move on before the giants come looking for us again?"

The steampunk hog doesn't stir as Kraygan pours beer on it's massive head that looks big enough to swallow a dwarf whole. The creature's leg twitches slightly as it kicks back subconsciously with a loud snort.

The military advancements of fire giants aren’t restricted only to arms and armor—just as ore is dredged from the mountains for these giants’ cruel forges, animals are culled from the wilds to serve as fire giant weaponry. In addition to using hell hounds, red dragons, and other fiery fauna for their brutal campaigns, fire giants have created several unique species of war beasts all their own. Chief among these amalgamations of flesh and steel are the malformed swine known as steam hogs—enormous snorting brutes charged with heading the front lines of fire giant armies, each one capable of laying low an entire platoon of enemy soldiers.

While fire giants are more than capable of crafting new armor for their steam hogs, they take great pleasure in bedecking their prized war beasts with the reforged arms and armor of their vanquished foes. In this way, the armor and accoutrements of a veteran steam hog serve as a record of the battles and wars the beast has fought in. When such a steam hog falls in battle, its armor—and thus its history—are often kept by sentimental fire giant handlers as treasured heirlooms. Steam hogs average 16 feet long from snout to tail and 8 feet tall at the shoulder. They can weigh up to 3 tons, or 4 tons when equipped with adamantine scale barding.

Due to the armor accoutrements the Steam hogs have a natural resistance to damage from all forms of weapons as well as a resistance to fire. The beasts are able to gore and trample their targets, dealing fire damage as well as emitting a cloud of steam from their snouts that blisters and burns the flesh.

Wren crosses his arms after explaining what he knows...and what he thinks after inspecting the steam hog.

"...and so, yeah, it might be tamable, might not."

"In any case, I think it is more pig than I can handle!"

Are we at A8? I say we go check with is north of A11.

Are we at A8? I say we go check with is north of A11.

+1. Let's do this.

"I think we leave the poor pig, or put it out of its misery. Plenty more giants to deal with here. And when we're done, we'll get him a nice little yak calf."

+2 to north of A11.

"So we spared the pig for no reason." Rog grunts dismissively. "Jorgan, you should be the one to put this beast down. Then we can continue killing the giants that live here."

Plan sounds good to me.

Jorgan shakes his head. "Well fine, we don't haveta train it. But killing a beast in battle is one thing, killing it in cold blood is another. Let's just leave it and maybe later set it free somewhere where it can't hurt people."

The group decides to leave the sleeping hog lie as Jorgan can't stand the thought of killing an innocent beast and head back north.

This rough natural cavern is lit by magical light and has tunnel exits to the southwest, northwest, and northeast. Stair like natural ridges climb toward the northeast exit, which is blocked by a pair of large iron doors. Near the northeastern exit, stout wooden beams hammered in place with iron spikes support a cracked ceiling. An elevated area takes up much of the southern wall, with a smooth-hewn area beyond it.

This guard post secures the passage between the farm level and the training areas known as the Grinder. The giants collapsed all other tunnels leading to the upper levels and fortified this passage as the only path from the ground-level entrance to the upper levels. The cavern is kept open and clear of supplies or other debris so the soldiers have plenty of room to maneuver and intruders have no cover against thrown rocks.

However, this recent engineering weakened the ceiling of this chamber, a fact noticed once they began to move dozens of other giants into the barracks above. After this discovery, the giants shored up the ceiling using massive wooden beams and iron spikes. This defect is quickly noticed by the dwarves and their time spend inspecting stone.

The weak spot in the ceiling is at risk of giving way. Collapsing this weak spot would not only seal off this level from the upper levels, but would also collapse the side tunnel leading to the barracks (which curves around to pass overhead), sealing the barracks off from the rest of the compound. Though if collapsed from this side it would surely also trap the Trunau Militia on the lower farm level unable to push into the upper training areas.

A set of iron double doors blocks the entrance to the next level. Farther down the tunnel is a second set of iron double doors that’s identical to this first pair. Three fire giants stand guard in this chamber as two cover the pair of iron doors while the third patrols the room and nearby tunnels.

Need stealth checks from all as you get close. The tick marks are change in level and difficult terrain.

"We should charge those doors, then collapse this cave behind us." Kraygan nods as if it's a done deal. "Then we deal with th' giants above without reinforcements comin from the barracks."

To Wren, "Any tricks ta get us over there quicklike?"

And to Jorgan, "Kin ye hit those supports on th' ceiling from a distance?"

"Any tricks ta get us over there quicklike?"

Wren nods affirmation. "Oh yeah, I'll grant ye all the speed of ye yakkenhorde to all ye." Wren imitates dwarfspeak. "Ta' I ken dew." Wren fluffs his imaginary beard. "Oh ta, I ken dew. Ye all worken upon yon collapse and me'll fixin' thyne speed upon swine."

Wren will cast Haste when others are ready for it.

Kraygan stares at Wren. "Huh?"

Farin chuckles at his new friends antics. At least they are enjoying the hunt.

Stealth: 1d20 + 31 ⇒ (6) + 31 = 37

Once they are hasted and ready to move, Farin will take a sip from his vest and turn invisible again.

Rog grunts approvingly as Kraygan suggests charging straight through the tunnel. "The plan is always the same, but the giants never seem to catch on. I don't have any spells that will disrupt those beams at range though. Jorgan, do you have any spells that may work?"

Rog begins flying as soon as Wren casts Haste so he can avoid the cave-in when it happens.

In case we need it despite our just charging in:
Stealth: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (10) - 3 = 7

Looking over the loot sheet, we have a couple of rings of protection +1 that don't seem to be in use. Farin has no rings, so if no one objects, he will put one on.

"Is anyone else concerned about what might come out those doors once we start? If not, give me a few moments to get behind the one on the south ledge, and then we can surprise them."

With haste, I should still be able to stealth at +46 (+31-5 for fast+20 for inviso). Of course, the climb check might be a problem, so I will use a scroll of levitate first to help me out, if GM thinks that will work.

The ripples are more like small changes in elevation similar to steps in a sort of way. No need for climb checks. Just can't charge through them is all.

Perception: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (8) + 23 = 31

The patrolling fire giant catches sight of Rogzul peering around the corner as a small stone, breaks loose. Spinning around he lets out a sharp whistle catching the pair of guards attention. In a deep and booming voice he calls out. "They are here. Don't let 'em through the gates or the Captain with have our beards!"

Hearing the yelling Wren quickly urges the group to move faster before the giants have a chance to bring the entire cavern down upon them all.

Active Buffs
Haste

Round 1
Farin- (90/90)
Jorgan (Spirit 130/132)
Rogzul (sickened)
Kraygan (149/151)(Haggis 84/92)
Wren
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Fire giant Vanguards
Fire giant Lieutenant
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And to Jorgan, "Kin ye hit those supports on th' ceiling from a distance?"

Jorgan looks up for a moment, mentally measuring distance. "I think so. Looks less than 50 feet to me."

Wren nods affirmation. "Oh yeah, I'll grant ye all the speed of ye yakkenhorde to all ye." Wren imitates dwarfspeak. "Ta' I ken dew." Wren fluffs his imaginary beard. "Oh ta, I ken dew. Ye all worken upon yon collapse and me'll fixin' thyne speed upon swine."

"Whas wrong with the elf? Did he have one of them aneurysm things or something like that? That's not a good sign."

Jorgan hunkers down and waits for a command to charge in. "Ok, everyone get out of the way quick and I'll collapse the exit and then join you."

So everyone wants me to collapse the tunnel behind us, right? Just making sure I'm getting the right one.

After everyone has charged in, Jorgan and Spirit move forward just out of the tunnel entrance. Jorgan keeps his hand on the stone wall, using his natural magic to weaken the stone above into a sludge that soon comes falling in great chunks down to the ground, collapsing the surrounding stone around it and leaving the tunnel impassable.

I think the plan is to collapse the tunnel we're charging through. The description says the North East exit is the one with beams holding up the cracked ceiling.

Jorgan- the collapse would collapse the ceiling of this room. Not the tunnel behind you but this room as you move up into the Grinder level through the double doors.

As soon as Wren casts haste, Rogzul takes off, flying as fast as he can across the cavern so he's not caught in the collapse when it happens.

Run: No change to AC as I have no dex modifier

Round 1, Init 10

Wren double flies after Rogzul, trying to get clear of the intended blast radius.

Double fly = 140'. Will move on map after I get to computer tonight or tom morning.

"Oi! No time fer sneakin. Grab hold Farin!" Kraygan reaches down to grab the halfling and gives Haggis the command to burn hoof. Crossing the cave with haste, he gives another command for Haggis to jump as high as it can up the slope.

Farin can have hitch a ride if so desired.
Running with haste x3 - 210. Not sure what the elevation change is, but jump might help avoid some of the difficult terrain.
Jump + Haste movement bonus: 1d20 + 13 + 12 ⇒ (16) + 13 + 12 = 41

Oh ok. I was confused which parts of the arch were to be collapsed. In that case, double move up with everyone this round, then cast next round. Can't edit map atm, can someone move me and Spirit? Spirit has 50' movement so no problem getting across.

Farin gladly accepts the ride, given that stealth is out the window.

Kraygan reaches down and grabs ahold of Farin's arm. With a small heave ho the Halfling is tossed, much like Kraygan on a catapult, onto the back of Haggis. The yak moves with the speed of a young cheetah as it hoofs it across the open cavern.

Jorgan follows close behind while Rogzul gets well ahead flying over the dwarves.

Wren lags behind as his old bones ache with each gust of foul wind. Just south of Wren the doors burst open revealing a pair of stone giants with a satchel of boulders hanging from their side as they move into position.

The Vanguard near Wren moves to the edge of the slope and kicks a rock up at Wren.

Heated Rock vs Wren AC 20?: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (19) + 14 = 33
Damage: 1d8 + 13 ⇒ (2) + 13 = 15
Fire Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6

The rocks smashes into Wren's side, knocking the wind from him as it breaks apart releasing a hiss of steam into his face.

The other Vanguard grabs a glaive from the wall and readies it for anyone that comes within reach.

Readied strike; PA: 1d20 + 24 - 4 ⇒ (10) + 24 - 4 = 30
Damage: 2d8 + 15 + 8 ⇒ (1, 8) + 15 + 8 = 32

The Lieutenant grabs a rock from the floor and hurls it at the flying orc. "Been waiting for you to come little ones. This far in only two days is nothing to be ashamed of."

Heated Rock vs Rogzul AC 24: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26
Damage: 1d8 + 18 ⇒ (6) + 18 = 24
Fire Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5

The rocks slams into Rogzul's stout chest as Kraygan barrels past while the giants target the pair of fliers.

Active Buffs
Haste

Round 2
Farin- (90/90)
Jorgan (Spirit 130/132)
Rogzul (77/106; sickened)
Kraygan (149/151)(Haggis 84/92)
Wren (64/85)
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Fire giant Vanguards
Fire giant Lieutenant
Stone Giants
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Wren has 5 Fire Resist from Blazing Robe.

Round 2, Init 10

Wren grunts in pain from the hurlt rock, taking it in the gut. He double flies again, trying to get out as fast as he can.

Jorgan moves just ahead of Rog and waits for the others to move out of the way. Then he leans over and touches the rock, turning the arched ceiling into mush, which starts to glop down and collapse the room in on itself.

Farin takes another sip to turn invisible, and then hastily moves (double + haste) towards the large guards.

Stealth: 1d20 + 31 - 5 + 20 ⇒ (2) + 31 - 5 + 20 = 48

Kraygan rides up the steps, switching from his lance to his dwarven battleaxe as he closes in on the fire giants guarding the door.

"Barak Trunau!"

Double move and Challenge green. Everyone gets +2 to hit on green.

Rogzul roars angrily as the boulder hit him in the chest, and taking hold of his spear, moves alongside Kraygan and attacks the closest giant.

PA - Giantsbane-Spirit Ability-Sickened: 1d20 + 23 - 2 ⇒ (3) + 23 - 2 = 24
Damage: 1d8 + 25 + 4d6 - 2 ⇒ (8) + 25 + (5, 2, 3, 3) - 2 = 44