GM Tyranius Giantslayer (Inactive)

Game Master Tyranius

I can't think of any other major areas in the fortress.

The beardless Torgan will wander around the deserted fortress after securing the yaks that are likely milling about in the courtyard.

Just Take 10 on searching the fortress? 21 or 23 depending on if there is stone.

Kraygan takes up the drinking horn after Wren discards it. Checking his empty stores of ale, he sighs. "Someone add more beer to the list of stuff we need to find here."

Not entirely recovered from his hangover he lets Wren check the privy, badgering him from above. "Kin ye hurry it up? I gotta drop some kids off at the cave pool. Oh, and while yer down there let's bring up those bones fer a proper burial."

10 minutes later, and 10 pounds lighter...

Emerging from the privy and buckling his weapons back on, Kraygan points southeast across the entrance chamber, to an area opposite the privy. "So I was thinkin in there. I recall some stairs that way that go down. Could lead ta the basement."

Leading the way down the stairs Kraygan heads down into the storage cellar. The entire time of heading to the cellar the horde of yaks begin to excitedly nudge and lick Wren clean while he attempts to swat them away one by one.

Rows of decrepit, mildew-covered wooden shelves line this storeroom. Ancient bloodstains soil the floor beneath piles of filthy bedding. A large cast iron cauldron lies on it's side in the northwest corner of the room under a thick layer of dust, undisturbed except for a single large handprint within the grime. A pungent, sour stench fills the air.

Wren casts his own prestidigitation, not only for his own cleansing, but also to remove the yak spit that now covers him. He notes the beards on the yaks with disdain.

We'll fix you later. Later.

* * *

Wren casts light on a rock and tosses it into the room, his eyes needing some light to see. He follows that up with a Detect Magic and he enters the room with his bow drawn, eyes wide.

1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23 Perception

"Cauldron. Perfect for bones, would it not be?" Wren mentions to the dwarfmoot.

"Sure sounds like it to me." Jorgan pushes past the timid elf and starts tearing the room apart looking for any stray bones.

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (8) + 11 = 19

Kraygan pushes Haggis away from his licking assault of Wren. "Gah! Stop lickin the elf. That's disgustin!" He says, though he seemed to have little problem when the yak was licking the same stuff off dwarves earlier.

After chastising Haggis, Kraygan moves to help search the chamber.

Perception take 20 = 24

Searching around the bloodstained room proves fruitless until Jorgan begins to dig in the muck from the cauldron. As he grasps the edge the cauldron suddenly rights itself and begins to fill with a thick, steaming stew. Curious Kraygan peers in and notices that the stew contains recognizable chunks of human flesh as ears, fingers, feet and hands all float in the delicate broth. Leaning over the pot the group sees themselves gorging upon the horrific meal with ravenous pleasure.

Need a DC 20 Will save from everyone. If you pass the will save you are staggered for 1 round and -2 AC.

Small visions flash as this is the first room that the fort's castellan, Tamand Varias, committed his first major act of cannibalism. He murdered several of his servants making a stew of their corpses within this cauldron.

Umlo Will save: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 1 + 2 = 12
Manticore Will save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21

The manticore shakes it's head clear as it looks onward to a crazed looking dwarf grasping a mithral skillet. Umlo locks eyes with Wren as he smashes the skillet right into his face, knocking a tooth loose.

Umlo Round 1 Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Round 1, This is All Wren's Fault

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7 Will save

Wren draws an arrow out his quiver and drives it into his leg.

1d8 + 0 ⇒ (7) + 0 = 7 damage

"I did this! I deserve this!" Wren says with tears in his eyes.

I guess we can throw this into a semi-init status so if someone wishes to try and stop someone from harm they can.

Round 1

Manticore (39/39)
Wren (30/37; Terrible Remorse 6 rounds remaining)
Vanderhoff (G)(45/45)
Jorgan (B)(57/57)
Torgan (Y) (58/58)
Kraygan (R)(56/56)
Umlo (51/60; Terrible Remorse 6 rounds remaining)

Will: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21 Heh!

"Ach! I'll take Haggis lickin elves over that!" Kraygan exclaims upon looking into the stewpot. "Hey, what're ye doin with that arrow... Oh! Gorum's iron balls, not another gods damned curse! Oi! Not ye too Umlo!"

Kraygan looks back and forth a couple times before lunging at Umlo. "Put down the pan. Ye din want to ruin that good dwarven face!"

CMB grapple: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13

While Wren and Umlo continue to be self destructive to themselves, Kraygan can do little but look on with horror. His body feeling sluggish and staggered causes him to have a difficult time getting any decent hold on the pan wielding dwarf. Umlo uses his free hand and holds Kraygan back with an open palm under his chin.

Round 1

Manticore (39/39)
Wren (30/37; Terrible Remorse 6 rounds remaining)
Vanderhoff (G)(45/45)
Jorgan (B)(57/57)
Torgan (Y) (58/58)
Kraygan (R)(56/56)
Umlo (51/60; Terrible Remorse 6 rounds remaining)

Will: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

Jorgan starts dry-heaving as he remembers meals he's never actually eaten. He rams his fist into his own gut to help the process along.

damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Will Save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11 +3 for Spells or SLAs.

"WHHHHHHY!?" bellows Torgan as he drops to his knees by the cauldron. "WHAT HAVE WE DONE!?!" he screams as he draws a maulaxe and slams the hammer side down into his other hand. "THIS IS TH' HAND O' A CANNIBAL!"

Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

GMPC Vandy please?

Wren prepares to drive the arrow into his leg a second time.

Try and speed up this haunt a little bit. Will retcon health totals once all rounds are posted as I don't think this wil actually kill anyone at full hp.

Vanderhoff Will save: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 6 + 2 = 22

Vanderhoff drops to a knee as his entire world spins about him.

Umlo drops to his knees in tears and blood as the large cauldron falls back to it's side. Looking back the content seem to have dried once again into a rotten muck. Unable to discern what it's contents once were.

"We gotta stop them!" Kraygan looks for others to help him stop the madness, but finds only Vanderhoff and the manticore aren't acting suicidal.

"Balls..." He gives his best impression of a classic Wren eye roll and calls to the manticore. "Hey, don jus' stand there! Sit on someone!"

Shifting his stance, Kraygan leaps at Umlo again.

Martial Flexibiltiy 1/4 to pick up Improved Grapple for a minute.
Round 2 Grapple: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (17) + 12 = 29
Round 3 Maintain Grapple to and pin: 1d20 + 12 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 12 + 5 = 23
"We didnae free ye to let some curse kill ye!"
Round 4 Maintain Grapple to and pin: 1d20 + 12 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 12 + 5 = 20
"Tha's the curse talkin! This ain't yer fault!"
Round 5 Maintain Grapple to and pin: 1d20 + 12 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 12 + 5 = 36
"Don't say that!"
Round 6 Maintain Grapple to and pin: 1d20 + 12 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 12 + 5 = 32
"C'mon Umlo, snap out of it!"

Will: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

"Oof!" Jorgan moans as he punches himself in the gut again.

Will: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

Jorgan then starts heaving again, this time actually emptying the contents of his stomach onto his boots. He spits and breathes deeply for a few seconds before looking around to check on everyone else. "That was right nasty."

Darkness and confusion roils Wren's mind, he grips the arrow and again drives it home.

Round 2
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25 Will save
1d8 + 0 ⇒ (1) + 0 = 1 damage; 29/37

Wren stares down at the bloody arrow in his hand then at his leg, his body ready to retch.

Torgan continues to bash away at his hand as the visions of himself eating human meat plagues his mind. "WHY WOULD I EAT TH' STRINGY HUMANS?!"

Will Saves-Need 17 to pass: 6d20 ⇒ (10, 11, 9, 17, 17, 15) = 79
Damage for 6 rounds: 3d8 + 6 ⇒ (1, 6, 1) + 6 = 14

Torgan @ 39 HP.

Fighting off the haunts effects, Van channels positive energy, trying to keep everyone from killing each other. "Snap out of it lads!"

Channel: 2d6 ⇒ (1, 5) = 6

After several moments Kraygan is finally able to get a decent hold on Umlo arms as he pins him to the ground.

Umlo quickly wriggles free like a greased pig and continues to swing the most expensive frying pan on Golarion into his face before Kraygan is able to tackle him once again, dragging him to the ground and pinning his arms behind his back. Trying to catch his breath Kraygan sighs in relief as Umlo and the other, hell-bent on self destruction begin to come to their senses.

The group says little as they look about in fear and horror at what just happened. The manticore nudges at Jorgan with a look of worry and concern. Everything alright?

With it finally over Vanderhoff releases a wave of healing to tend to the immediate wounds while Kraygan helps Umlo to his feet as they attempt to wipe the cauldrons muck from their tattered clothing. Reaching in Kraygan pulls a decayed finger from his pocket and drops it back to the ground.

Wren shakily stands as he grips the wound on his leg where he repeatedly drove the arrow and begins to tie it off.

Wren retches, taking a moment to calm himself...and toss the arrow to the ground.

"Piddlespot that. What the piddlespot was that!?" Wren grouses, taking new 'stock' of the cauldron.

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17 Know (Religion)

"Kraygan? Any more bones in that cauldron?" Wren says, casting about for more bones as well. "Let's collect them all and take them to the chapel."

"Uhhh.." Kraygan looks at the cauldron out of the corner of his eye. "Is that gonna happen again if I mess with it? I think ever'one should clear out 'fore we do anythin with it."

Once everyone backs out Kraygan will try to collect any bones from the cauldron.

"IT WAS TH' WORK O' TH' EVIL BEARD!" rants Torgan as he stops bashing his hand. "WE 'AVE NO FORSAKEN TH' BEARDS AN' IT 'AS GIVEN TH' EVIL BEARD POWER O'ER US!" Torgan yells as he runs from the room towards the sanctity of the chapel, his hand only minorly healed by Van's burst of positive energy.

Wren takes but a moment to study what exactly happened. From what he can tell, this was simply a haunt from all of the repressed grief, anger and heinous acts that happened here causing it to manifest.

As the group frantically begins to back out of the room Kraygan pokes at the cauldron with a thick, sticky finger. The cauldron rocks slightly but nothing seems to happen. Little by Little he digs through the muck and grime, producing a few bones though not nearly enough to have the remains of a complete man.

Van stares blankly at his companions as they finish their grudge match, then puts a grimy hand to his head and sighs loudly. Shaking his head at Torgan's outburst, he watches as Kraygan tips the cauldron.

"Them bones look like they might'n be human?" He asks Kray, then swears to himself. "We're gonna have to go over this whole fookin' fort again searchin' fer the bones!"

Wren nods at Torgan's fleeing form.

"I bet there is a beard in that cauldron. The beard will come for us all."

* * *

"We're gonna have to go over this whole fookin' fort again searchin' fer the bones!"

Wren nods, agreeing. "We can't let the bones and beard linger. We need to do this before them bones cause more pain. I have felt it twice. I do not want to suffer again."

Wren joins with Vanderhoff in a slow and thorough search of everything, looking for more bones.

"I thought killing the giants and orcs would be the hard part. Strangely enough, it was the haunts of man's past that is the true horror of this fort," Wren notes grimly.

"Man. Piddlespotting men. They are worse than dwarves for the horrors they create," Wren continues. "While dwarves creates unseemly backside smells and nauseous burps without end, at least some of that mitigated when they actually brew something worthwhile, or their weapons and armors of quality? But man? They are lost."

"Looks human." Kraygan replies to Wren as he flings cannibal stew from his hands. "Or half o' one maybe. Balls.. Jus' when I think this Fort couldna hey any more disgustin..."

Looking around he moves to the doors in the southwestern wall. "Let's try through here."

Kraygan creaks the doors to the southeast open to a completely new horror. Rows of barren shelves, empty weapon racks, and vacant armor stands skirt the perimeter of this chamber, lit by numerous candles. In the center of the room, a headless skeleton lies within the middle of a large oval sandpit, surrounded by several arcane symbols and strange, jagged runes etched into the sand.

A large life-sized painting of an obese man hangs on the wall at the far end of the room, it's eerily realistic glare boring into the chamber as the candles provide little more than dim lighting. The skeleton in the sandpit is missing its skull, but is dressed in the same clothes as the man depicted in the portrait.

In fact the portrait contains a caption: Tamand varias, Castellan of Redlake Fort

Also in the room staring right back at Kraygan is an entire family of Ogre's. Their beady eyes and puffy faces snarl at their intrusion. In the back stands an obese ogre with an immense, overhanging belly inscribed with numerous abyssal runes leads a chant.

Mirror Image: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

The large ogre leading the ritual seems to have three images that follow his every move. The ogre is joined by three younger very pregnant female ogres. One turns to the lead chanter. Pappy they here now.

Stopping the chant Pappy lets out a guttural growl. Lurp, Durp and Sister Slobber hold them back while I finish the ritual. The three pregnant ogres are dressed in little more than soiled rags, far too small for their immense girths as they stand from tracing symbols within the sand. The Ogres hungrily attack!

Round 1
Wren (36/37)
Kraygan (R)(56/56)
Torgan (Y) (45/58)
Umlo (49/60)
Manticore (39/39)
Jorgan (B)(55/57)
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Ogres (Red- 3 images remaining)
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Vanderhoff (G)(45/45)

Round 1, Init 22

Wren stares at the doors as if the first time he's ever seen doors...he can't believe he overlooked them before.

"Oh yeah. These doors exist. Of course," Wren says, moving to the back of the room give the dwarvenhorde & yakgaggle room to fight.

"Oh yeah, that's a lot of them."

1d20 + 12 ⇒ (12) + 12 = 24 Spellcraft - Any spellcasting?

Studying the room, Wren casts Haste.

Umlo, KrayKray, Vandy, Torgan, Jorgan & Wren only. Round 1/6.

Just remember, beards don't kill people, people with beards kill people.

"Ritual? Did they say ritual? Lady ogres is still ogres, let's smash some ogre heads I say!" Jorgan hefts his axe into the air and uses some natural magic to enhance its weight.

Casting lead blades.

Wanting to kill a pregnant ogre. You Monster! :)

"Looks like we found the Ugly Fat@ass Clan!" Kraygan exclaims upon seeing the big ogres beyond the door. Drawing Gorum's Thorn he charges in. "C'mon boys, let's cut em down to normal size!"

Gorum's Thorn - PA + GH + Haste: 1d20 + 11 - 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 11 - 2 + 1 + 1 = 21
Damage: 2d6 + 13 ⇒ (2, 3) + 13 = 18

AC 22 / 26 vs Giants

Apparently, Torgan has been drug back to join the bearded dwarves (save Jorgan) and sees the ogres. "See, these ugly fat men know not t' have beards! Ye should take their lead!" he yells as he chastises Kraygan, following him and trying to smack the fat blue-skinned one.

Agrimmosh @ Blue-FFAC(?) | Haste/Favored Enemy/Giant Hunter: 1d20 + 10 + 1 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 10 + 1 + 2 + 1 = 26
Damage | Favored Enemy: 2d6 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (5, 2) + 4 + 2 = 13

AC 24 against Giants.

As he swings out at the creature, he gives a sharp whistle and Malt barrels around the corner, deciding to gore the giantess with his horns at Torgan insistence. "Mooo..."

Gore @ Blue-FFAC(?) | PA: 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (9) + 8 - 2 = 15
Damage | PA: 1d6 + 4 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 4 + 6 = 15

Looking over the ritual Wren can only determine that this Ogre is attempting to speak with the dead through some form of a ritual rather than traditional spell-casting. Knowing that this can not end well Wren speeds the group up through his own innate elven magic.

Kraygan rushes into the Ogre den and slashes Gorum's Thorn at the lead ogre. Though her skin is thicker than usual it still cut's her chest open none the less.

Torgan's quick dwarven reflexes serve the advantage here as he steps beside Kraygan and brings Agrimmosh home among the Hill giant Ogresses knee, shattering it.

Though the Ogre's are caught flat-footed Malt I still too slow for them as his blunt horns ounce off of their thick skin.

Gripping the wooden haft of his warhammer Umlo sprints into the room, thanks to the help of Wren's magical speed.

Warhammer vs Green pregnant Ogre: 1d20 + 11 - 2 ⇒ (14) + 11 - 2 = 23 Combat Expertise
Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

The hammer strikes solidly into her midsection with a dull thud, turning it to a thick mush. The Ogre roars in fury as she wields her greatclub.

The manticore moves further into the room to see if his assistance is required and lets out a small sigh. Seems I shall see my death by these creatures hands anyways....

Casting a quick prayer Jorgan's blade doubles in weight while the three female Ogres retaliate.

Green Greatclub vs Umlo AC 27: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

Blue Greatclub vs Kraygan AC 26: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

Yellow Greatclub vs Torgan AC 24: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28
Yellow Confirm Crit vs Torgan AC 24: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18
Damage: 2d8 + 8 ⇒ (3, 4) + 8 = 15

Lurp and Durp miss the dwarves but Sister Slobber's greatclub cracks against the back of Torgan's head.

Pappy finishes drawing rune and draws a wand from his soiled loincloth. A long spell begins to form from the end of the wand. Opening a small portal on the tip.

Active Party Buffs
Haste

Round 2
Wren (36/37)
Kraygan (R)(56/56)
Torgan (Y) (30/58)
Umlo (49/60)
Manticore (39/39)
Jorgan (B)(55/57)
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Ogres (Red- 3 images remaining)(Blue -31)(Green -11)
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Vanderhoff (G)(45/45)

Vanderhoff quickly utters a prayer to Angraad, filling the room with a burst of holy light around the three southern ogres, then darts into the room, hammer held high!

Burst of Radience DC 13 vs blind/dazzled: 5d4 ⇒ (1, 2, 2, 3, 4) = 12

Should be able to catch three southern ogres

Jorgan joins Ulmo in trying to slice open the pregnant ogre. "I won't have you bringing any more of those foul things to life!"

dwarven waraxe: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 4 + 1 = 10
damage: 2d8 + 6 ⇒ (8, 6) + 6 = 20

Edit: haste +1 attack bonus added in, but had to move so no extra attack.

Jorgs, did you get haste?

Round 2, Init 22

Wren lays into the ogres with more of his trickery magic, finding it more useful than ever. He is surprised that he relies upon this tricks more and more.

Wren dusts the foes. Glitterdust, DC 16 Will.

Haste, Round 2/6

With a wild battlecry, Kraygan whirls Gorum's Thorn about at the ogres.

"YYYyeahhhh!"

Gorum's Thorn - PA + GH + Haste: 1d20 + 11 - 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 11 - 2 + 1 + 1 = 15
Damage: 2d6 + 13 ⇒ (3, 3) + 13 = 19
Iterative: 1d20 + 6 - 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 6 - 2 + 1 + 1 = 16
Damage: 2d6 + 13 ⇒ (6, 4) + 13 = 23
Haste: 1d20 + 11 - 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 11 - 2 + 1 + 1 = 30
Damage: 2d6 + 13 ⇒ (1, 2) + 13 = 16
Crit Comfirmation: 1d20 + 11 - 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 11 - 2 + 1 + 1 = 29
Crit Damage: 2d6 + 13 ⇒ (5, 2) + 13 = 20

AC 22 / 26 vs Giants

Vanderhoff's bright burst flashes throughout the chamber.

Red Reflex: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Blind Rounds: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Blue Reflex: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19
Dazzled Rounds: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Yellow Reflex: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16
Dazzled Rounds: 1d4 ⇒ 3

The blast blinds Pappy as three of the ogre's claw at their eyes, seeing stars. Wren follows it up by hurling a massive amount of dust into the middle of the room.

Green Will save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23
Blue Will save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
Yellow Will save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
Red Will save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

Between the bright burst and the overabundance of dust in the room the hill-giant blooded ogre's stand little chance.

Taking advantage of the blinded ogres Kraygan lashes out with Gorum's Thorn. Though as he looks for his target a glimpse of Van's burst of Radiance catches his eye, throwing his aim off. Kraygan's last swing meets it's mark and splits the ogre's wide open. It's insides quickly spill out onto the floor, mixing with the runes.

Jorgan moves in to help Umlo but is unable to get close enough to do any real damage to the ogre as she swings about wildly.

Active Party Buffs
Haste

Round 2
Wren (36/37)
Kraygan (R)(56/56)
Torgan (Y) (30/58)
Umlo (49/60)
Manticore (39/39)
Jorgan (B)(55/57)
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Ogres (Red- 12 hp; 3 images; Blind 2 rounds; glitterdust blind 6 rounds)(Green -11)(Yellow-12 HP; Dazzled 3 rounds)
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Vanderhoff (G)(45/45)

Torgan shifts Agrimmosh to one hand as he draws Brinya's Love. "Oi! Time fer ye t' die as well, fat ogre!" he yells as he launches his assault with blinding speed for the normally slow dwarf.

Agrimmosh @ Yellow | Haste/Favored Enemy/Giant Hunter: 1d20 + 10 + 1 + 2 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (9) + 10 + 1 + 2 + 1 - 2 = 21
Damage | Favored Enemy: 2d6 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (6, 3) + 4 + 2 = 15

Agrimmosh-Haste @ Yellow | Haste/Favored Enemy/Giant Hunter: 1d20 + 10 + 1 + 2 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (6) + 10 + 1 + 2 + 1 - 2 = 18
Damage | Favored Enemy: 2d6 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (5, 3) + 4 + 2 = 14

Brinya's @ Yellow | Haste/Favored Enemy/Giant Hunter: 1d20 + 9 + 1 + 2 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 9 + 1 + 2 + 1 - 2 = 15
Damage | Favored Enemy: 1d4 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 + 2 = 8

Agrimmosh-Iterative @ Yellow | Haste/Favored Enemy/Giant Hunter: 1d20 + 5 + 1 + 2 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 5 + 1 + 2 + 1 - 2 = 9
Damage | Favored Enemy: 2d6 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (6, 1) + 4 + 2 = 13

With another whistle, Malt decides to hang back and stay where he is at at Torgan's insistence.

After watching Torgan miss, Wren realizes what brew Brewer extraordinaire is making: "Whiff-skey". ;)

So much blindness. lol

Torgan launches his assault into the yellow skinned ogre. Only one of his mighty blows with Agrimmosh land solidly with a dull twack against it's rib cage. Umlo shifts his grip on his warhammer and arcs it around in a backswing at the giant's back.

Warhammer: 1d20 + 11 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (14) + 11 + 1 - 2 = 24
Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Iterative: 1d20 + 6 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (11) + 6 + 1 - 2 = 16

haste Warhammer: 1d20 + 11 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 11 + 1 - 2 = 20
Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Umlo repeatedly slams the blunt hammer into the giant's back and hip once again.

Arching it's tail the manticore releases a wave of spikes into the room.

Spike 1 vs Yellow: 1d20 + 8 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (12) + 8 + 1 - 4 = 17

Spike 2 vs Yellow: 1d20 + 8 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (16) + 8 + 1 - 4 = 21
Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

Spike 3 vs Red: 1d20 + 8 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (5) + 8 + 1 - 4 = 10

Spike 4 vs Red: 1d20 + 8 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (11) + 8 + 1 - 4 = 16

One spike rips past Vanderhoff's shoulder and sticks into the ogre's chest. A small trickle of blood begins to run down it's filthy skin.

The blind and dazzled ogre's roar in fury as the remaining pregnant ogre's swing the great clubs in a wide arc.

Yellow Greatclub vs Torgan AC 25: 1d20 + 7 - 1 ⇒ (1) + 7 - 1 = 7

Green Greatclub vs Jorgan AC 23: 1d20 + 7 - 1 ⇒ (17) + 7 - 1 = 23
Damage: 2d8 + 7 ⇒ (8, 1) + 7 = 16

Torgan is able to duck under the thick piece of lumber though Jorgan takes a whack to his chest, knocking the air from his lungs.

You leave Pappy alone!

Pappy's spell completes from his wand as a small portal opens near Wren. A shrill screech emits from it as a giant furry bat, nearly the size of the yaks tumbles forth behind him and bites at the elf.

Bite vs Wren AC 15: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Unaccustomed to it's immediate summoning the dire bat misses as Wren dives to the ground out of it's path.

Dropping the wand Pappy holds his hand out in the direction of combat and fires a coruscating ray at Kraygan.

Ranged Touch Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
Blinded Miss chance Low Hits: 1d100 ⇒ 80
Strength Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

The spell arcs to the east of Kraygan and splashes against the wall with no effect.

Pappy rubs at his eyes to try and get the dust free, but only ends up grinding it in further.

Red DC 16 Will: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

Active Party Buffs
Haste

Round 3
Wren (36/37)
Kraygan (R)(56/56)
Torgan (Y) (30/58)
Umlo (49/60)
Manticore (39/39)
Jorgan (B)(39/57)
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Ogres (Red- 12 hp; 3 images; Blind 1 rounds; glitterdust blind 5 rounds)(Green -29)(Yellow-34 HP; Dazzled 2 rounds)
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Vanderhoff (G)(45/45)

"We got 'em now, boys!" Van crows as he takes a step and swings hard at the ogre with the green loincloth.

Power Attack, Giant Stuff, FF, Haste: 1d20 + 7 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 7 + 1 + 2 = 26
Damage: 1d12 + 4 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 6 = 11

Hasted: 1d20 + 7 + 1 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 7 + 1 + 2 - 2 = 18
Damage: 1d12 + 4 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 4 + 6 = 15

"YE MINIONS O' TH' BEARD AIN'T GETTIN' ME TODAY!" bellows Torgan as flashes of his dream cause him to lash out indiscriminately, choosing to be a whirlwind of force over accurate strikes.

Agrimmosh @ Yellow | Haste/Favored Enemy/Giant Hunter: 1d20 + 10 + 1 + 2 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 10 + 1 + 2 + 1 - 2 = 22
Damage | Favored Enemy: 2d6 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (5, 3) + 4 + 2 = 14

Agrimmosh-Haste @ Yellow | Haste/Favored Enemy/Giant Hunter: 1d20 + 10 + 1 + 2 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 10 + 1 + 2 + 1 - 2 = 22
Damage | Favored Enemy: 2d6 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (1, 3) + 4 + 2 = 10

Brinya's @ Yellow | Haste/Favored Enemy/Giant Hunter: 1d20 + 9 + 1 + 2 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 9 + 1 + 2 + 1 - 2 = 12
Damage | Favored Enemy: 1d4 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 2 = 6

Agrimmosh-Iterative @ Yellow | Haste/Favored Enemy/Giant Hunter: 1d20 + 5 + 1 + 2 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (5) + 5 + 1 + 2 + 1 - 2 = 12
Damage | Favored Enemy: 2d6 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (1, 3) + 4 + 2 = 10

Kraygan charges around the ogre in yellow and slashes at its flank.

"Yer fat Pappy's gonna take a dirt nappy!"

Gorum's Thorn - PA + GH + Haste: 1d20 + 11 - 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 11 - 2 + 1 + 1 = 23
Damage: 2d6 + 13 ⇒ (6, 5) + 13 = 24

Vanderhoff's hammer slams into the giantkin once more, nearly felling the lumbering oaf.

Kraygan and Torgan begin to tag team the yellow tinged ogre as Kraygan's blade severs the back of her leg, dropping her to her knees. For the first time her beady eyes show a hint of fear as Agrimmosh comes crashing down on top of her skull, ending her life.

Active Party Buffs
Haste

Round 3
Wren (36/37)
Kraygan (R)(56/56)
Torgan (Y) (30/58)
Umlo (49/60)
Manticore (39/39)
Jorgan (B)(39/57)
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Ogres (Red- 12 hp; 3 images; Blind 1 rounds; glitterdust blind 5 rounds)(Green -40)
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Vanderhoff (G)(45/45)

Round 3, Init 22

Wren takes aim at the circling Bat.

"Bat! Probably has a beard!"

1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 8 + 1 = 20 to hit; (PBS)
1d8 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 + 1 = 6 damage.

Jorgan takes a heavy hit to the side but like a true dwarf holds his ground and keeps swinging at the pregnant ogre. "Oy, that one's yours, Wren!"

dwarven waraxe: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 4 + 1 = 21
damage: 2d8 + 6 ⇒ (8, 7) + 6 = 21

dwarven waraxe: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 1 = 8
damage: 2d8 + 6 ⇒ (1, 7) + 6 = 14