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Wren SR check: 1d20 ⇒ 19

Wren's spell easily bypasses the strange magical beasts resistance to magic as the missile put their beat down on the flying pig.

Farin slides underneath it and slits the creatures belly open, spilling it's guts right behind each step he makes as Alysendra heals his injuries.

Player Status:

Farin (61/105)
Wren (91/91)
Jorgan (170/170)( Spirit)
Alysendra (101/101)
Kraygan (174/174; DR 3; Fire 10)(Haggis 115/119)

Liberty's Edge

M Elf Age: 252 or so

Wren floats in to cast Detect Magic after turning invisible again. He declines to scold Farin for his actions, hoping the manbearpigs had given a scolding of another nature.

Thinking for a moment, Wren commands the air elementals to quickly fly to the north and south parts of this level, to see if there are similar structures, giants, and manbearpigs stationed at each. And then return as quickly as possible before poofing away. With extended summons, Wren's elementals should have plenty of time to go there, explore for a round and return. Wren speaks Auran.

She will also recall both her Magic Missile spells using her PoPs.


Male Dwarf Stableboy 14 | HP 146/170 | AC 30 T 14 FF 28 | CMD 29 (34 disarm, +2 w/ Spirit) | Fort +14 Ref +12 Will +11 (+2 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +6 | Perc +17 (+2 stonework)
Spirit:
HP 9/144 | AC 37 T 10 FF 35 | CMD 32 (34 b.rush/o.run, +2 w/ Jorgan) | Fort +15 Ref +10 Will +6 (evasion, +4 enchant) | Init +2 | Perc +6

"Man, those things are nearly as ugly as you, Kray!" Jorgan says as he shakes the gore from his spear.

"So what'd yer airy fellas learn, Wren?" Jorgan asks when the elementals return.


Priestess of Desna HP 130/122 | AC:39 | T:18 | FF:37 | CMB: +17 | CMD:27 | SR 23 |Fort:+16*| Ref:+12*| Will:+19* |Resist fire/cold/electricity 30 | Init:+2| Perc: +24 | Speed: fly 60 ft. freedom of movement

Alysendra approaches Farin, and tends to his wounds.

(Sacrifice 2nd and 1st level spells for cure moderate wounds and cure light wounds)

cure mod: 2d8 + 10 ⇒ (8, 8) + 10 = 26
cure light: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

"You know, I have some spells that I can use to hedge out reinforcements and divide our foes... if we run into another situation where we expect flying manbearpigs, maybe don't put yourself on the other side of the bad guys right away. You're so fast that by the time I could invoke the spell, I'd be cutting you off, too."

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Wren sends his air elementals out into the bright sky to do a bit of scouting from the distance. With the recon complete the elementals return with news that the north and south stations have a very similar situation as this balcony did.

Player Status:

Farin (99/105)
Wren (91/91)
Jorgan (170/170)( Spirit)
Alysendra (101/101)
Kraygan (174/174; DR 3; Fire 10)(Haggis 115/119)

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Male Halfling Infiltrator Ranger 4 / Unchained Rogue 12 | HP 113/113 | AC: 36 Tch: 26 FF: 19 CMD 3428 | F +13, R +22, W +11 | Perc +27/+33 Traps SM +15 | Active: Heroes' Feast, Ext Heroism

"Yah, ok. I guess that makes sense. But if you don't move quick, them dwarves have all the fun! Thanks for stitching me up, Doc! I was almost just a tad worried there for a second. Say, can you do anything to clean this manbearpig guts off of me? I must look a sight!"

Liberty's Edge

M Elf Age: 252 or so

Wren explains about the similar groups of giants and manbearpigs to the north and south. He looks at the party.

"Is this a clean out mission or do we want to avoid those? I dunno...I hate having foes at my back. I'm running low on magics, but have another fight in me," Wren asks, uncertain what to do. Been a lot of fights today, but also don't want to know what happens after a day.

'Today' started with us on the ground, in the crater, and making our way to the chain and up, right? Or am I forgetting a rest?

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That is correct Wren. :)


Priestess of Desna HP 130/122 | AC:39 | T:18 | FF:37 | CMB: +17 | CMD:27 | SR 23 |Fort:+16*| Ref:+12*| Will:+19* |Resist fire/cold/electricity 30 | Init:+2| Perc: +24 | Speed: fly 60 ft. freedom of movement

"No problem, Farin - just if there's a large group, it might be worth it. You've been doing fine so far, I just would hate to see you get overwhelmed again." She smiles at the halfling.

"I don't know if we can just start at one end and keep killing giants until we get to the other side... I have some healing left, but I'm getting tired. We need to find the throne room and take on this Storm Tyrant, and end this. There's an army down there giving us this chance, and they'll all be dead soon. After that, the giant army will just lay waste to every settlement they can reach." She looks at the others.


Epic Drunk | HP 186/186 | AC 33 T 14 FF 31 | CMD 37 (39 vs Trip/Sunder, 43 vs Trip if standing on the ground) | Fort +24 Ref +12 Will +10 (+4 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +2 | Perc +12

While the others have been sending summoned air biscuits and healing boo boos, Kraygan has been looking over the edge of the wall, trying to get a grasp on who the giants might be attacking and if more of the manbearpigs are flying about. After going through the pockets of the good (dead) giants, he checks below to makes sure no one is there before directing Haggis to help him push the bodies over the edge.

”Air mail!!”

After disabling (bashing) some components of the the giant’s siege weapon he turns to his companions. ”Ye know, I was thinkin ‘bout these cloud idjits n’ thar signal horns. I say we blow th’ Drakebane Horn here n’ see what shows up. Would give us the chance ter ambush some manbearpigs ‘r maybe even a dragon. ”

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Kraygan looks out. The scene is actually quite beautiful as he can see several miles out into the horizon. The sun is beginning to get low as the colors in the sky change from blues to purples and reds. Still a couple more hours until nightfall though.

Looking up, this immense fortress seems to climb well past his sight. The wind buffets his blond hair all over the dwarf's face. A sharp crack of lightning blasts out from the top of the castle, striking the invisible force field. Sparks shower down like drops of rain the size of men. In that brief moment Kraygan catches dozens of dark silhouettes circling high, high above. It is hard to tell if dragon or manbearpigs but there are nearly two dozen forms or a bit more.

Kraygan grabs the bodies and tosses them over the edge, littering the landscape with their victory.


Priestess of Desna HP 130/122 | AC:39 | T:18 | FF:37 | CMB: +17 | CMD:27 | SR 23 |Fort:+16*| Ref:+12*| Will:+19* |Resist fire/cold/electricity 30 | Init:+2| Perc: +24 | Speed: fly 60 ft. freedom of movement

Alysendra's brow furrows as she tries to figure out the best course of action. "We have to start conserving our resources and focus on the goal," she starts. "We need to kill the Storm Tyrant to end this war - that's about the only thing that will make the giants disperse back to their tribes and go back to fighting each other."

At Kraygan's report of the flying things outside, Alysensra's ears perk up. "What's this Drakebane Horn?" she asks.

knowledge(arcana or history): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19


Epic Drunk | HP 186/186 | AC 33 T 14 FF 31 | CMD 37 (39 vs Trip/Sunder, 43 vs Trip if standing on the ground) | Fort +24 Ref +12 Will +10 (+4 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +2 | Perc +12

Kraygan pats a 4-foot-long spiraling horn hanging from his saddle. Cut from the skull of a primordial drake, its surface is carved with an intricate pattern of interlocking knots inlaid with silver and copper.

”It scares off lesser dragons, pi$$es off greater dragons, n’ holds a respectable amount o’ beer.”

Pointing up, he changes his mind. ”Too much up there right now to risk blowin it
though.”

Regarding the assault, he shrugs. ”Fer every group o’ giants we take out on these siege stations we pro’bly save a few people on the ground. N’ that’s less the Tyrant kin call as reinforcements when we head upstairs.”

Liberty's Edge

M Elf Age: 252 or so

Wren shakes his head, wondering what is wrong with these people.

"Might I suggest that maybe we won't be able to tackle this entire castle in one day? Might some rest be our best option?" Wren doesn't know how they could do more this day.

"Let's take out one more station, then I'll create us a place to rest, huh? Might be the best idea."

When others agree to Wren's sanity, he will float back to <red dot on map> and create his invisible entry to the Magnificent Mansion there, hoping that the party is not spotted in the night.


Priestess of Desna HP 130/122 | AC:39 | T:18 | FF:37 | CMB: +17 | CMD:27 | SR 23 |Fort:+16*| Ref:+12*| Will:+19* |Resist fire/cold/electricity 30 | Init:+2| Perc: +24 | Speed: fly 60 ft. freedom of movement

"What, have we arranged with the giants to not do any more damage while we rest?" Alysendra asks, fluttering her eyelashes. "I knew you boys were smooth, but I didn't know you were that convincing..." she shakes her head in mock admiration.

"We can blow this fortress right now, and that will save a lot more lives," she repeats. [b]"If we rest, who knows what will have happened?"

Also... where are we in the day cycle? Do we need 8 hours of rest to regain spells, or are we still deep enough in "today" that it will take longer?


Male Dwarf Stableboy 14 | HP 146/170 | AC 30 T 14 FF 28 | CMD 29 (34 disarm, +2 w/ Spirit) | Fort +14 Ref +12 Will +11 (+2 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +6 | Perc +17 (+2 stonework)
Spirit:
HP 9/144 | AC 37 T 10 FF 35 | CMD 32 (34 b.rush/o.run, +2 w/ Jorgan) | Fort +15 Ref +10 Will +6 (evasion, +4 enchant) | Init +2 | Perc +6

Jorgan nods with Alysendra. "I've still got plenty o' energy! How can I sleep knowing these giants are still going on killing? Nah, let's keep going a little more. Elf, you ever thought about working on your stamina?" Jorgan emphasizes the last word, impressed with his own vocabulary and ability to use such a term. He shrugs, "Maybe it's yer age. How old're you again?" He smirks to Kraygan, knowing the elf won't sleep with a hot temper.

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M Elf Age: 252 or so
Jorgan Steelkeg wrote:
"Maybe it's yer age. How old're you again?" He smirks to Kraygan, knowing the elf won't sleep with a hot temper.

Wren strains to think of a clever retort, but, in truth, he feels old. His knees would be aching if he was walking (they always ache) and he knows Jorgan is right. Without his magics, he'd be long dead on this trip...and since the ending is near, he figures his end is also near.

Soon, I will put my failures behind me and hope for a place in the Nirvanas.

Wren, having his good plan overwritten, waits to see where the yakkenhorde goes.

Don't expect much from Wren as the combats continue.

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Alright where to next since you are not resting.


Priestess of Desna HP 130/122 | AC:39 | T:18 | FF:37 | CMB: +17 | CMD:27 | SR 23 |Fort:+16*| Ref:+12*| Will:+19* |Resist fire/cold/electricity 30 | Init:+2| Perc: +24 | Speed: fly 60 ft. freedom of movement

"We need to try to find the control room, and stop mucking about with just guards," Alysendra opines. "That probably means we should capture a living giant, and make him tell us how to get there."


Epic Drunk | HP 186/186 | AC 33 T 14 FF 31 | CMD 37 (39 vs Trip/Sunder, 43 vs Trip if standing on the ground) | Fort +24 Ref +12 Will +10 (+4 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +2 | Perc +12

”Oy! Renfal!” Kraygan calls out to the ghost giant. ”How do we git to tha c’ntrol room fer this castle?”

Giant Dioloamcy + heroism: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

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Kraygan is met with silence as the wind coming through the open balcony as Renfal doesn't answer the dwarf's drunken calls.


Epic Drunk | HP 186/186 | AC 33 T 14 FF 31 | CMD 37 (39 vs Trip/Sunder, 43 vs Trip if standing on the ground) | Fort +24 Ref +12 Will +10 (+4 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +2 | Perc +12

”Bah. Tha’s wha ye get fer askin nicely...”

To Wren. ”Ok, if ye need a nap, let’s do it. Make sure yer fancy magic house has a good supply o’ privy paper, cause I gotta drop some stones off from th’ quarry, if ye know what I mean. Har!”

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M Elf Age: 252 or so
Kraygan Steelkeg wrote:
To Wren. ”Ok, if ye need a nap, let’s do it. Make sure yer fancy magic house has a good supply o’ privy paper, cause I gotta drop some stones off from th’ quarry, if ye know what I mean. Har!”

Wren rolls his eyes, but is grateful for the chance to rest. Already he is making mental notes of the two story mansion he will be creating with his magics. The lower floor will have an ample trough and tons of hay and bedding, while the near inaccessible upper floors will be bedecked and bedazzled in the manner befitting an old elf about to die.

"Fine, follow me."

Wren will go to red dot and cast Magnificent Mansion. Sleep for night and will rejigger spell list a bit.


Priestess of Desna HP 130/122 | AC:39 | T:18 | FF:37 | CMB: +17 | CMD:27 | SR 23 |Fort:+16*| Ref:+12*| Will:+19* |Resist fire/cold/electricity 30 | Init:+2| Perc: +24 | Speed: fly 60 ft. freedom of movement

Also rejigging spell list. We can start off with a heroes' feast for breakfast.

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The group heads back into the engine room, climbing back down the pipes into the vortex of wind in the tunnels below the keep.

There Wren unfolds his magnificent mansion portal against the wall. The group enters into the extravagant dwelling that even has room for the yak and ram to rest.

Wren seems to have found one of the safe area's in the floating fortress that does not contain living creatures. Now, only those not bothered by cold, altitude, or moisture—frequent seem to frequent the engine level.

Though as Wren opens the portal he still gets that uneasy feeling of being watched.

Liberty's Edge

M Elf Age: 252 or so

In the morning, Wren will cast a few preparatory spells and be ready to go. He floats down from his very secluded perch in the magnificent hovel and floats above the detritus of yak poop, empty mugs, various wretchings, and dwarves.

”Up and at them. Today we die in defense of the small folk. Let us die nobly and on a full stomach,” Wren grouses, munching on some nice crispy bacon from his upper loft.

Extended Heroism on Farin, Jorgan, and Kraygan, Mage Armor, Ext Heroism, Overland Flight on Wren.


Priestess of Desna HP 130/122 | AC:39 | T:18 | FF:37 | CMB: +17 | CMD:27 | SR 23 |Fort:+16*| Ref:+12*| Will:+19* |Resist fire/cold/electricity 30 | Init:+2| Perc: +24 | Speed: fly 60 ft. freedom of movement

Entering the mansion, Alysendra whistles in appreciation. "Nice place, Wren. I'm impressed." She finds a place to rest, trying to ignore the nearby smell of yak.

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In the morning, Alysendra rises and finds an area where she can dance undisturbed. She closes her eyes and dances slowly, to a rhythm only she can hear. As her dance takes her across the floor, she whispers a series of words which seem related to the night sky. After a half-hour or so, she opens her eyes and stands in quiet reflection before seeing to breakfast.

Heroes' feast for everyone! 1d8+6 temp hp for an hour; and +1 morale bonus to attack rolls and Will saves, and +4 morale bonus on poison and fear effects for 12 hours.

Alysendra's temp hp: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

She debates summoning Penthae, just to see if she is okay, but decides she had best wait until battle is nigh. They will need every edge they can get in this fight, and it still may not be enough.


Male Dwarf Stableboy 14 | HP 146/170 | AC 30 T 14 FF 28 | CMD 29 (34 disarm, +2 w/ Spirit) | Fort +14 Ref +12 Will +11 (+2 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +6 | Perc +17 (+2 stonework)
Spirit:
HP 9/144 | AC 37 T 10 FF 35 | CMD 32 (34 b.rush/o.run, +2 w/ Jorgan) | Fort +15 Ref +10 Will +6 (evasion, +4 enchant) | Init +2 | Perc +6

hp: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
Spirit hp: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

Jorgan rolls out of the straw in his room the next morning, stretching his arms out wide and voicing an exaggerated yawn. This act is visible to everyone in the common room due to the ram-shaped hole in the wall where once stood the door.

With his mouth still mostly full of bacon, eggs, toast, potatoes, and all manner of hearty breakfast food, Jorgan says, "'ell, 'is is 'e 'est 'eal 'e've 'ad n 'e 'est 'igh' o' 'eep i' 'ore'er!"

After making sure Spirit has had his fill as well, Jorgan casts a few of his own spells (barkskin, greater magic fang) and gives Spirit a quick brush before announcing that he is ready to move on. "To the control room, right? If we can find it and get there alive."

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Where do you want to start looking?

Player Status:

Farin (105/105)
Wren (91/91)
Jorgan (170/170; 14 temp hp)( Spirit; 11 temp hp)
Alysendra (101/101; 9 temp hp)
Kraygan (174/174; DR 3)(Haggis 119/119)

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M Elf Age: 252 or so

Wren waits for the yakkenhorde to lead on. But if there are delays, an invisible Wren will lead the party to check the two giant/manbearpig stations that they already cleared out on their way to the south, then north stations.

”C’mon, we ain’t got all day. Need to move around to work off this breakfast that Alleycatbra provided. It was delicious. The foods of Nirvana, no doubt.”


Priestess of Desna HP 130/122 | AC:39 | T:18 | FF:37 | CMB: +17 | CMD:27 | SR 23 |Fort:+16*| Ref:+12*| Will:+19* |Resist fire/cold/electricity 30 | Init:+2| Perc: +24 | Speed: fly 60 ft. freedom of movement

"I might be able to help with that," Alysendra replies to Jorgan's question. "I asked Desna's blessing to help us find the path to the Storm Tyrant. We'll likely have to fight along the way, but it should be a more direct route than just going room to room."

Alysendra casts find the path, hoping that the control room of the mountain fortress is a prominent enough location for the spell to provide guidance.

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Male Halfling Infiltrator Ranger 4 / Unchained Rogue 12 | HP 113/113 | AC: 36 Tch: 26 FF: 19 CMD 3428 | F +13, R +22, W +11 | Perc +27/+33 Traps SM +15 | Active: Heroes' Feast, Ext Heroism

Sorry - took a short hiatus, but back now.

Farin follows along, happy to get a good night's sleep, but even happier at the feast laid out for them. "I knew you were going to be a good addition, Alysendra! Just grand!"

Temp hp: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

"Everyone ready? Let's go kill some giants."

Farin leads the way to the remaining unexplored lower areas, thinking it best to clear the way behind them before getting surrounded.

Stealth: 1d20 + 31 ⇒ (16) + 31 = 47
Perception, looking for traps: 1d20 + 28 ⇒ (6) + 28 = 34

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The group wakes up, eats breakfast and heads back up the vents and into the engine room. Passing by the eastern balcony the group sees a strange sight. Throughout the night the floating citadel continued to travel well past the mountains and Trunau stands below in the distance! It looks like the giant's path is headed through Trunau to the major cities of Kaer Maga and Korvosa.

Alysendra attempts to shorten this journey by finding the path she needs. Unfortunately the path is too broad and it seems to point her in the direction of the floating fortress itself.

The group is led north to clear out that expanse.

Several stacks of spare building material—stone blocks, timber, ceramic tiles, and roof shingles—have been piled near the walls of this large chamber.

To the east rise a spiral set of stairs leading up.

Player Status:

Farin (105/105; 13 temp hp)
Wren (91/91)
Jorgan (170/170; 14 temp hp)( Spirit; 11 temp hp)
Alysendra (101/101; 9 temp hp)
Kraygan (174/174; DR 3)(Haggis 119/119)


Male Dwarf Stableboy 14 | HP 146/170 | AC 30 T 14 FF 28 | CMD 29 (34 disarm, +2 w/ Spirit) | Fort +14 Ref +12 Will +11 (+2 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +6 | Perc +17 (+2 stonework)
Spirit:
HP 9/144 | AC 37 T 10 FF 35 | CMD 32 (34 b.rush/o.run, +2 w/ Jorgan) | Fort +15 Ref +10 Will +6 (evasion, +4 enchant) | Init +2 | Perc +6

"Well, only way is up! Farin, you want to lead the way? Me and Kray will be right behind... with some distance o' course, if you want to look ahead."

Liberty's Edge

M Elf Age: 252 or so

Wren bobs along invisibly, trailing the group. He isn't certain that this is the best plan or the best way, but as long as they were headed a direction, he would be happy.

He would likely be dead soon and he was anxious to get on with it.

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Male Halfling Infiltrator Ranger 4 / Unchained Rogue 12 | HP 113/113 | AC: 36 Tch: 26 FF: 19 CMD 3428 | F +13, R +22, W +11 | Perc +27/+33 Traps SM +15 | Active: Heroes' Feast, Ext Heroism

"Absolutely!"

Farin starts up, carefully checking for tripwires and trigger plates.

Perception: 1d20 + 28 ⇒ (19) + 28 = 47


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Epic Drunk | HP 186/186 | AC 33 T 14 FF 31 | CMD 37 (39 vs Trip/Sunder, 43 vs Trip if standing on the ground) | Fort +24 Ref +12 Will +10 (+4 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +2 | Perc +12

Normally Kraygan sleeps like the dead. When you’re dead drunk, it’s easy. But last night he lay awake a long time, doing something he rarely does - thinking.

He thought about the giants and their siege weapons, and the dozens of winged creatures circling just outside the castle. He suspected there were more roosted above. He hadn’t even seen a dragon, yet he knew the Tyrant commanded some. His thoughts turned to the drakesbane horn, but he doubted it could counteract the Tyrant’s Orb. No, the best he could hope for was that the wyrms would come and try to kill him for it. If the time came, he would blow it, then pray he could hold on long enough to see his reflection in a hundred sharp teeth.

He watched Jorgan sleep, and thought about Torgan‘s suicidal assault on the volcano. He wondered if his cousins would ever see each other in this world again.

Up early he caught a glimpse of Alysendra’s dance. He wondered if she would ever dance again in this world.

He watched Wren at breakfast and wondered how the elf made it this far. With his strange magic the crotchety old b@stard would probably survive them all.

Leaving the magical redoubt, Kraygan follows In uncharacteristic silence and with unusual alertness.

Used the Manual of War to swap felling smash for improved initiative.
New initiative bonus +6

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The group stomps up the stairs after giving the all clear on any trip wires or traps in the vicinity.

This room contains a rectangular, giant-sized table with chairs beneath a stained-glass window and two wooden cabinets. Opposing archways lead to spiral staircases on either side. The two cabinets here are full of crockery, tableware, and tablecloths.

In the northern end of the room standing tall and graceful, this sharp-eared giant’s skin is pale. Its large brow gives it a somewhat primitive visage. This is a young wood giant that crouches in the space near the window, looking apprehensively over the table. She appears visibly sad and worried.

On the bottom portion of this massive map now.

Liberty's Edge

M Elf Age: 252 or so

Wren looks at the giant, then at the party...which no one can see because of his invisibility. He frowns, convening yet more meaning that none can see...unless the rest of the party assumes he frowns all the time, which is probably right.

1d20 + 20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 20 + 2 = 26 Know (Local) - wood giants

He floats in to address the giant.

Giant:
”Greetings, Giantling. You seem troubled, are you okay?”[/b] Wren floats away after he speaks, lest his voice be placed.

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Her head peeks up as she seems to jump slightly.

Giant:
"What? Who is there?"

The young and smaller giant wipes tears from her face. She looks to be a little startled.

Wood Giants:

Wood giants are the wardens of the deepest, wildest portions of the world’s forests. Unlike many of their kin, wood giants are slow to anger, peaceful, and artistic, and display an infinite patience in their duty. A wood giant’s role is to preserve and protect the wilderness—a role they believe that nature itself granted them, the proof of which manifests in their magical abilities tied to the natural world.

Wood giant culture is as complex as their forest homes. Much of a tribe’s time is spent tending to a forest’s health: planting new trees, clearing away dead brush, and hunting abominations that pervert the natural order. Individuals may even cultivate their forest homes into elaborate demesnes, mazes, or living temples. They are an isolated race, only rarely meeting to trade with other tribes or the occasional elven settlement. While primarily good-natured, wood giants are distrustful of outsiders and prone to great melancholies.

Small clans claim enormous tracts of wooded land, but rarely build permanent homes. Members may spread out over their entire region by day only to gather and bed down, exposed to the elements, after sundown. In harsh weather, tribes cluster close together in the densest thickets with their backs turned outward.

Wood giants stand 14 feet tall and weigh 1,200 pounds. They are vegetarians by choice, resorting to eating meat only when no other option is available.


Priestess of Desna HP 130/122 | AC:39 | T:18 | FF:37 | CMB: +17 | CMD:27 | SR 23 |Fort:+16*| Ref:+12*| Will:+19* |Resist fire/cold/electricity 30 | Init:+2| Perc: +24 | Speed: fly 60 ft. freedom of movement

Alysendra cautiously moves into the room, giving a face to our interactions. "Greetings, child. My name is Alysendra, and like you, I'm worried. Perhaps we can help each other ease our cares?" She keeps her hands open and in sight, using her most soothing voice.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21

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The wood giant cringes back. "How do you me...mean?" Seeing no immediate harm she introduces herself. "I am Cirola."

Liberty's Edge

M Elf Age: 252 or so

Wren hovers silently, letting Alysendra, a more visible presence, handle the discussions. Wren is more likely to start Wood War III if he speaks much more to the woodling.


Male Dwarf Stableboy 14 | HP 146/170 | AC 30 T 14 FF 28 | CMD 29 (34 disarm, +2 w/ Spirit) | Fort +14 Ref +12 Will +11 (+2 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +6 | Perc +17 (+2 stonework)
Spirit:
HP 9/144 | AC 37 T 10 FF 35 | CMD 32 (34 b.rush/o.run, +2 w/ Jorgan) | Fort +15 Ref +10 Will +6 (evasion, +4 enchant) | Init +2 | Perc +6

Jorgan keeps quiet because, although he finally started to pick up the Giant speech after a time, he knows that he is not the most comforting or sympathetic voice in the group.


Epic Drunk | HP 186/186 | AC 33 T 14 FF 31 | CMD 37 (39 vs Trip/Sunder, 43 vs Trip if standing on the ground) | Fort +24 Ref +12 Will +10 (+4 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +2 | Perc +12

Kraygan looks over the wood giant and rubs his beard in thought. He joins the conversation since he’s fluent in giant.

In giant, ”I reckon y’all don wanna be right here, which means ya t’aint one o’ th’ Storm Tyrant’s army. We aim ta stop him ya see, and figgur ya might know where he’s at.”

Or rather, he’s fluent in a dialect of low giant spoken by the Hill Billy Clan of hill giants. They’re all named Billy. Even the females. And the giant dire goats.

It’s a family name.

Diplomacy Aid Another: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

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Cirola manages a brief smile. "No, I'm not part of his army. My Father sent me here to apprentice with the cloud giants in Zephyr Hall. Shortly after the Storm Tyrant assaulted and took over the castle. He has been holding me for ransom against my Tribe."

She stands up and wipes her shaking hands on her dusty apron. She points to the staircase to the west. "The Storm Tyrant's monkey's are just up there." She keeps her voice low.

Motioning to the southern doors she says. "Through there on the eastern wall is a secret passage that leads right to the Storm Tyrant's bedroom."

Sovereign Court

Male Halfling Infiltrator Ranger 4 / Unchained Rogue 12 | HP 113/113 | AC: 36 Tch: 26 FF: 19 CMD 3428 | F +13, R +22, W +11 | Perc +27/+33 Traps SM +15 | Active: Heroes' Feast, Ext Heroism

"Well, if we go straight to the Storm Tyrant, this could end quickly.

Liberty's Edge

M Elf Age: 252 or so

Wren waits, then speaks up.

"Figures that the Tyrant would oppress his own kind, let alone others," Wren scoffs with scorn. "Yes, we can hope to deal with him and find a way to release you back to your people."

Wren shrugs, wondering what to do. Given the moment, he would deal with the monkeys first.

"Come VanderJor and Kraykeg, let us see what the Tyrant would want to say us."


Epic Drunk | HP 186/186 | AC 33 T 14 FF 31 | CMD 37 (39 vs Trip/Sunder, 43 vs Trip if standing on the ground) | Fort +24 Ref +12 Will +10 (+4 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +2 | Perc +12

”Well I doubt tha Tyrant would be leadin th’ attack from his bedroom, but let’s see it anyway. Maybe Haggis kin leave some presents in th’ sheets for ‘im.”


Male Dwarf Stableboy 14 | HP 146/170 | AC 30 T 14 FF 28 | CMD 29 (34 disarm, +2 w/ Spirit) | Fort +14 Ref +12 Will +11 (+2 poison/spells/SLA) | Init +6 | Perc +17 (+2 stonework)
Spirit:
HP 9/144 | AC 37 T 10 FF 35 | CMD 32 (34 b.rush/o.run, +2 w/ Jorgan) | Fort +15 Ref +10 Will +6 (evasion, +4 enchant) | Init +2 | Perc +6

"You think we're ready to take on the Tyrant hisself?" Jorgan asks hesitantly. "Not sayin' I'm scared or anythin', jus, ya know, askin'."

Jorgan then casts something that causes his and Spirit's skin to seep a deep amber sap. Without explaining this he follows behind the others.

Resinous Skin:
10 min/level

You coat your body with a resinous substance, protecting you from attacks and binding weapons that strike you. You gain DR 5/piercing, as well as a +4 circumstance bonus to your CMD against disarm attempts and on saving throws against effects that cause you to drop something you are holding. Additionally, you gain a +2 circumstance bonus on combat maneuver checks to initiate a grapple, maintain a grapple, and pin a foe. Any enemy you grapple takes a –2 penalty on attempts to break the grapple and to escape the grapple using Escape Artist. Any weapon, that strikes you becomes stuck unless its wielder succeeds at a Reflex saving throw. Such a weapon can be pulled free of you only with a successful Strength check (DC = your saving throw DC for this spell). This spell has no effect on unarmed strikes or natural weapons.

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