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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

While the others play butcher, Jorgan moves past them and starts rifling through the junk to the west, looking for anything interesting.

T20 if we're out of harm right now.

Liberty's Edge

M Elf Age: 252 or so

As the last of the giantkin falls, Wren moves over to check for magics on the dead ogre magi marsh giant.

Celestial:
"True Elf, would you see to the yak? It has earned wounds from these evil doers. And if you could protect us before you go back, that would be well. There might be other evils here," Wren asks. "Though your time here has been short, your truths have cut me as much as your sword cut flesh."

The True Elf flies to heal Malt: 3d8 + 3 ⇒ (6, 6, 2) + 3 = 17 CSW + 3d8 + 3 ⇒ (1, 2, 4) + 3 = 10 CSW

Blur@Torgan, Jorgan, Rozgul, & Kraygan. 6 minutes.

Wren will quickly check for obvious magics on the giant and be ready to move on. The Elf Servant disappears soon after all that.

* * *
Wren waits for the double doors to be opened.

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The true elf heals Malt's injuries and broken bones as Wren and Jorgan scan the area.

The choir loft above is in shambles. A flight of stairs climbs to a large balcony blocked off by a great curtain stitched together from patches of animal hides. The wooden benches that once spanned this choir loft have been torn out, smashed, and pushed against the walls. Toward the rear of the balcony, thick woolen blankets and furs cover a great pile of stuffed sacks. Nearby, flies swarm around a collection of wooden casks that stink of honey and alcohol.

A huge, horseshoe-shaped table laid with curious metal tools, pincers, prongs, and other strange itemsrests on the floor. Glass bottles and jars filled with milky fluid, each containing a bloated and waterlogged eyeball, balance upon haphazardly arranged wooden shelves. A sizable collection of birds, including crows, hawks, and owls, hang lifelessly from the tent’s roof, strung upside down by their feet.

Scattered across the room are a few items of interest.

  • elixir of fire breath,
  • an elixir of hiding,
  • an elixir of love,
  • an elixir of vision,
  • an oil of flame arrow,
  • a potion of barkskin,
  • a potion of bear’s endurance,
  • a potion of pass without trace,
  • and a potion of protection from energy (cold).
  • volatile vaporizer (2nd level)
  • A similar small pearl that matches Wren's Pearl of Power (3rd lvl)

Morog only seemed to be carrying:

  • Mwk Scimitar (Large)(2)

Player Status:

Jorgan (55/84)(Spirit 75/75)
Kraygan (91/91)(Haggis 74/74)
Wren (55/55; 1 con dam)
Torgan (80/80)(Malt 52/52; Wormrot; sickened -1 con)
Rogzul (73/74)


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 takes a moment to check over the possessions of the marsh-mage, being particularly careful about the giant sword she was swinging, tapping it with a finger to see if it is still sparking. Once he's done, he leads Haggis over to Wren, giving the poor yak a rest from carrying his magically large body.


I am the 'One True Owner of Aggrimosh', Kraygan!
Stats:
HP: 121/121 | AC 25 | T 16 | FF 22 | Fort +12 | Ref +14 | Will +7 (+3 spells/SLAs/poison) | CMD 36 (+2) | Initiative +5 (+2 Urban/+4 Mtn.) | Per. +17 (+2 & Auto-check Stone/+2 Urban/+4 Mtn.) | Kn. (Dun.) +5 | Kn. (Nat.) +15
Resources:
Spells: Ranger: 1st- 3/3; 2nd - 3/3; 3rd - 1/1 | CLW: 100 charges

Malt moos happily as the True Elf Servant blesses him with its regenerative touch. The wounds on the yak quickly close as he is restored to his pure self.

"So, shall we ignite the forge now?" asks Torgan to his kin, already knowing the choice of the Prophet. He quickly sheathes his hopeknife but leaves Agrimmosh in his hand, ignoring the treasure.

Liberty's Edge

M Elf Age: 252 or so

Wren looks at the unopened doors and wonders why no dwarfkin is pushing them open upon yakback.

Strange thing that these doors aren't open. They should be open. Weird.


I am the 'One True Owner of Aggrimosh', Kraygan!
Stats:
HP: 121/121 | AC 25 | T 16 | FF 22 | Fort +12 | Ref +14 | Will +7 (+3 spells/SLAs/poison) | CMD 36 (+2) | Initiative +5 (+2 Urban/+4 Mtn.) | Per. +17 (+2 & Auto-check Stone/+2 Urban/+4 Mtn.) | Kn. (Dun.) +5 | Kn. (Nat.) +15
Resources:
Spells: Ranger: 1st- 3/3; 2nd - 3/3; 3rd - 1/1 | CLW: 100 charges

Seeing the elf impatiently waiting at the doors, Torgan chuckles audibly. "I think the Prophet is looking to forge ahead. Quite unlike him..." he trails off as he looks quizzically towards the elf.

"Shh... Jorgs, Kray. Do you think if we wait long enough he will open the doors himself?" the dwarf whispers to his kin, still quite audibly.

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Kraygan finds a lone broken greatsword lying on the ground near the marsh giant. It no longer seems to cackle with any sort of energy.

It was powered using the Thunderstaff sorcerer ability.


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Half-Orc Shaman of the Twisted Nail
Stats:
HP114/114 | AC 23T 10 FF 23| CMD 28 | Fort +8 Ref +8 Will +18| Init +4 | Perc +25
Skills:
Acro+9;Cmb+8;K.Nature+14;K. Religion +9, K.Planes+10;Perc+25;Splcrft+16;Surv+19

Kashag grows agitated on Rogzuls shoulder as they discover the strung up birds, his talons dig deeper into the orcs flesh and nearly draw blood. For his part though the shaman is more interested in the spoils of battle.

He holds the pearl of power in the air and raises and eyebrow at the dwarf horde. "I claim this, unless any of you think you have better use for it."

As he speaks he notices Wren wordlessly waiting by the large doors and shakes his head, somewhat surprised he's not complaining about being alive or being an elf or whatever else it is he hates in life.

"If we're lighting the forge, let's do it. No reason to wait."


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 shrugs at Rogzul's claim to the pearl as he walks over to stand behind Wren.

"Seems to me like the poor elf's brain is broken, he doesn't know why we aren't opening it. Do you think elves can't open doors? Is it some sort of religious thing, you thing?" Jorgan whispers loudly to his fellow dwarves.

Eventually, if the elf doesn't move, Jorgan loses his patience and kicks the doors open.


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 tests the ale, then heads over to where Wren waits.

"Hey, see if there's magic in this." He says as he hands over the marsh mage's broken greatsword, having no idea it's just a sharp piece of junk. When Jorgan kicks the door, he moves quickly to follow. "Oy! Wait fer me!"

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Jorgan waits a moment for Wren but ultimately ends up going all dwarven on the door and bursts them open with his foot. The doors slam open and crash against the wall causing one to crack slightly.

Rough wooden benches sit alongside huge feasting tables the size of river rafts, stained black with beer and blood. Atop the tables lie greasy piles of chipped wooden bowls of congealed stew, piles of bruised apples and scorched root vegetables, dirty iron cutlery, and the cracked bones of half-eaten meat shanks. The floors are equally filthy and are littered with rotting straw, food scraps, and puddles of slop. In huge recesses along the outer walls, iron cauldrons suspended by thick chains simmer above blazing fires in massive hearths of soot-blackened stone. Three huge hogsheads stand against the western wall. The hall is uncomfortably hot and reeks of sweat, fetid stew, and stale beer. Rats skirt the room’s fringes, greedily darting from shadow to shadow.

This is the cathedral’s notoriously busy feasting hall. Giants earn the right to eat here by providing kills for the pot or by beating up someone else. They sit wherever there’s room, and squabbles over seats frequently erupt into fistfights. Using great metal forks, giants sloppily grab food from the cauldrons, as well as hunks of meat, apples, root vegetables, and drinks from the tables. The bubbling cauldrons each contain a boiling hot pottage of root vegetables, peas, offal, and thick cuts of miscellaneous meats. Full, the cauldrons weigh about 450 pounds each.

Five giants currently occupy this room: and are preoccupied with feasting, fighting, and drinking themselves blind, however as soon as Jorgan kicks the door open they turn dangerously violent. The five giants consist of two more ogres, two hill giants and a new giant that the group has not seen yet. This giant looks like a thick, muscular human. It has frost-white skin and long, light blue hair that it wears braided.

Init:

Jorgan: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21
Torgan: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
Kraygan: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14
Rogzul: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24
Wren: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
Giants: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (18) - 1 = 17

Round 1
Rogzul (73/74)
Jorgan (55/84)(Spirit 75/75)

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Frost Giant
Hill Giants
Ogres
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Kraygan (91/91)(Haggis 74/74)
Wren (55/55; 1 con dam)
Torgan (80/80)(Malt 52/52; Wormrot; sickened -1 con)


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I am the 'One True Owner of Aggrimosh', Kraygan!
Stats:
HP: 121/121 | AC 25 | T 16 | FF 22 | Fort +12 | Ref +14 | Will +7 (+3 spells/SLAs/poison) | CMD 36 (+2) | Initiative +5 (+2 Urban/+4 Mtn.) | Per. +17 (+2 & Auto-check Stone/+2 Urban/+4 Mtn.) | Kn. (Dun.) +5 | Kn. (Nat.) +15
Resources:
Spells: Ranger: 1st- 3/3; 2nd - 3/3; 3rd - 1/1 | CLW: 100 charges

Torgan looks around the room with a bit of disgust. "Kraygan, this looks like the barn after one of your three day celebrations for a new release of beer!" he adds jovially.

"Hey! Giants! This is the Dwarven Forge now! You got two seconds to get your fat asses out!" he bellows to the evictees.

Liberty's Edge

M Elf Age: 252 or so

Mostly sure the True Elf is gone. Oh, but with impact.

Wren looks at the assembled giantkind and looks at Torgan.

"Oh, nice going Jorgan," Wren says with heavy sarcasm. "Had to come this way, did you?"

Wren examines the one giant that he doesn't immediately recognize.

1d20 + 13 ⇒ (4) + 13 = 17 Know (local)


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 shrugs. "What else was there to do? Better'n staring at the wall." Heedless of his own injuries Jorgan leads the way into the room, stopping just past the first set of tables with Spirit by his side.

Readied attacks if they come in range.

readied attacks:

Heartspit: 1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 8 + 2 = 30
damage: 2d8 + 11 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (8, 7) + 11 + 2 + (2, 4) = 34

gore: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (17) + 12 = 29
damage: 1d8 + 16 ⇒ (2) + 16 = 18
Plus 1 bleed

Confirm:
Heartspit: 1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 8 + 2 = 30
damage: 4d8 + 22 + 4 ⇒ (8, 8, 7, 6) + 22 + 4 = 55


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
Torgan Steelkeg wrote:
"Kraygan, this looks like the barn after one of your three day celebrations for a new release of beer!" he adds jovially.

"Nah." Kraygan laughs at Torgan's comment. "Nobody's nekkid!"

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Yea summons are gone unless for some reason you guys are able to make them longer than round/level. Between searching and gathering the gear enough time has passed.

Jorgan readies himself as Rogzul flies into the room near the ceiling.

The frost giant grabs a greataxe from near one of the benches as her thunderous stomps fill the chamber rushing towards the bold dwarf. Her presence along chills the air around her as the two hill giants and ogres rush forth, grabbing broken pieces of lumber from the massive tables.

Asthe frost giant approaches Jorgan is able to jam Heartspit deep into her stomach. [ooc]Holy crits Jorgan! The barbed spear holds strong.

yellow Greatclub vs Jorgan AC 25: 1d20 + 14 - 2 ⇒ (8) + 14 - 2 = 20

Jorgan sidesteps as the heavy board slams next to him, throwing large splinters in all directions.

Round 1
Rogzul (73/74)
Jorgan (55/84)(Spirit 75/75)

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Frost Giant (-89)
Hill Giants
Ogres
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Kraygan (91/91)(Haggis 74/74)
Wren (55/55; 1 con dam)
Torgan (80/80)(Malt 52/52; Wormrot; sickened -1 con)


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

Yeah, spear crits...

Jorgan stands his ground as the giants close in on him. "Well, are the rest of you gonna join in or what?" he calls back.

Spirit rams into the injured giant:

gore: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (17) + 12 = 29
damage: 1d8 + 16 ⇒ (5) + 16 = 21
Plus that pesky bleed.

Jorgan then aims his spear for the giant's chest. (or the next one over if he happens to drop.)

Heartspit: 1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 8 + 2 = 28
damage: 2d8 + 11 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (4, 6) + 11 + 2 + (1, 2) = 26


Half-Orc Shaman of the Twisted Nail
Stats:
HP114/114 | AC 23T 10 FF 23| CMD 28 | Fort +8 Ref +8 Will +18| Init +4 | Perc +25
Skills:
Acro+9;Cmb+8;K.Nature+14;K. Religion +9, K.Planes+10;Perc+25;Splcrft+16;Surv+19

"What's the matter dwarf, don't think you can handle this yourself?"

Rog says as he charges the giant in red with his own spear, hoping for an attack as glorious as the one Jorgan landed with heartspite.

Powerattack: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (3) + 14 = 17
Damage: 2d6 + 14 ⇒ (6, 6) + 14 = 26

Giant Armor. AC: 15 until next turn

Liberty's Edge

M Elf Age: 252 or so

Round 1, Init 13

Wren casts Haste, hoping to give his giantesque team an advantage against the giant jerk team. He can only target Torgan, KrayKray, and the two back yaks.

Round 1/9: +1 to AC/Reflex, +upto 30' move, + extra attack, yadayada...

Wren moves after casting.

Wren Stats:

HP: 55/55
AC: 18 +1 haste.(+4 w/mage armor)

Effects: mage armor

Right: bow
Left:
Acid 0/8 used Acid Dart (1d6+4 acid, 8/day) (Sp) As a standard action, ranged touch deals acid dam vs. foe in 30 ft.
Blip: 0 of 480

[ dice]1d20+9[/dice] to hit;
[ dice]1d8+1[/dice] damage.


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

Securing the straps on Haggis' saddle again, Kraygan taps the yak's hindquarters and mounts it on the move as both enter the big fest hall.

Martial Flexibiltiy for Undersized Mount again. Quick mount (auto success at current skill) and ride into the room.

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Haggis' eyes go wide as Kraygan leaps on him once again. The yak's breath is nearly shot out of it's mouth as its back groans a bit but seems to hold once Kraygan quits wiggling around.

Wren speeds up the rest of the groups movement as i seems like they are going to need the extra speed again. Rogzul charges the red hill giant from the air but it doesn't seem enough to penetrate the thick hide that it wears across its chest.

Jorgan's spear and Spirits' curved horns catch the frost giant once againas she falls to a knee. She places a hand on her wound and drops her greataxe to try and hold herself up using the table. Though she is losing blood too quickly as the frost giant falls face first onto the floor.

Active Party Buffs
Haste= All except Jorgan, Rogzul, Spirit

Round 1
Rogzul (73/74)
Jorgan (55/84)(Spirit 75/75)
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Hill Giants
Ogres
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Kraygan (91/91)(Haggis 74/74)
Wren (55/55; 1 con dam)
Torgan (80/80)(Malt 52/52; Wormrot; sickened -1 con)


I am the 'One True Owner of Aggrimosh', Kraygan!
Stats:
HP: 121/121 | AC 25 | T 16 | FF 22 | Fort +12 | Ref +14 | Will +7 (+3 spells/SLAs/poison) | CMD 36 (+2) | Initiative +5 (+2 Urban/+4 Mtn.) | Per. +17 (+2 & Auto-check Stone/+2 Urban/+4 Mtn.) | Kn. (Dun.) +5 | Kn. (Nat.) +15
Resources:
Spells: Ranger: 1st- 3/3; 2nd - 3/3; 3rd - 1/1 | CLW: 100 charges

Torgan whistles to Malt and nods his head towards the arcane elf flying through the building. The yak moos and quickly chases after the elf, lowering his heads and keeping his horns ready to gore anyone that moves to attack Wren.

Readied-Anything within 5':
Gore @ Anything within 5' | Sickened: 1d20 + 15 - 2 ⇒ (19) + 15 - 2 = 32
Damage: 1d8 + 12 + 6 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 12 + 6 - 2 = 20

Torgan, empowered by the elf's prophetic ministrations, leaps headlong into battle, charging towards the red-skinned giant next to his brother. "Your aim is getting better Jorgan!" he lauds as he takes a massive swing with Agrimmosh with both hands.

Agrimmosh @ Red | Enlarge+Haste+Two-Handed: 1d20 + 15 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 15 + 1 = 22
Damage: 3d6 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (4, 3, 4) + 9 + 2 = 22

Liberty's Edge

M Elf Age: 252 or so

Round 2, Init 13

Wren, still flying, flaps gently closer toward green and fires many arrows.

1d20 + 9 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (3) + 9 + 1 - 2 = 11 to hit; (haste,rapid)
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9 damage.

1d20 + 9 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 9 + 1 - 2 = 10 to hit; (haste,rapid)
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7 damage.

1d20 + 9 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (3) + 9 + 1 - 2 = 11 to hit; (haste,rapid)
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6 damage.

Edit: Wren realizes that the True Elf Servant has really gotten into his head.

Wren Stats:

HP: 55/55
AC: 18+1 (+4 w/mage armor)

Effects: mage armor

Right: bow
Left:
Acid 0/8 used Acid Dart (1d6+4 acid, 8/day) (Sp) As a standard action, ranged touch deals acid dam vs. foe in 30 ft.
Blip: 0 of 480

[ dice]1d20+9[/dice] to hit;
[ dice]1d8+1[/dice] damage.

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Torgan rushes headlong into the dining room full of giants and slams Aggrimosh into the red hill giant's knee cap, shattering it. Wren's magical speed gets him well ahead of everyone as the giants retailiate.

The green ogre charges Jorgan with it's massive nail filled board in hand. Provoke from Rogzul and Torgan.

Yellow Greatclub vs Jorgan AC 26: 1d20 + 14 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 14 - 2 = 22
Yellow Greatclub vs Jorgan AC 26: 1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (9) + 9 - 2 = 16
Red Greatclub vs Jorgan AC 26: 1d20 + 14 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 14 - 2 = 14
Red Greatclub vs Jorgan AC 26: 1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (16) + 9 - 2 = 23

Green Greatclub vs Jorgan AC 26: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (8) + 11 = 19

Club after club slams into Jorgan's armor, but his might dwarven skin takes it all without so much as a scratch.

Wren floats above the fray firing arrows at what he can, adding more sharp objects to the giant's greatclubs to bash the dwarves with.

Active Party Buffs
Haste= All except Jorgan, Rogzul, Spirit

Round 2
Rogzul (73/74)
Jorgan (55/84)(Spirit 75/75)

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Hill Giants (Red -22)
Ogres
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Kraygan (91/91)(Haggis 74/74)
Wren (55/55; 1 con dam)
Torgan (80/80)(Malt 52/52; Wormrot; sickened -1 con)


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

"Yeeeeeaaaww!" Kraygan cries, half in excitement and half in surprise as Haggis hastens into the melee, galloping past Spirit and the yellow-bellied hill giant before skidding to a stop and whirling with his horns. Dropping his Lance and drawing Gorum's Thorn, Kraygan swings it across.

Provoke an AoO from the yellow giant.
Gorum's Thorn - PA - Buckler + GH + Flanking: 1d20 + 15 - 3 - 1 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 15 - 3 - 1 + 1 = 18
Damage: 3d6 + 19 ⇒ (3, 6, 4) + 19 = 32

Haggis Gore - PA + Flanking: 1d20 + 15 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 15 - 2 + 2 = 21
Damage: 2d6 + 18 ⇒ (6, 4) + 18 = 28


Half-Orc Shaman of the Twisted Nail
Stats:
HP114/114 | AC 23T 10 FF 23| CMD 28 | Fort +8 Ref +8 Will +18| Init +4 | Perc +25
Skills:
Acro+9;Cmb+8;K.Nature+14;K. Religion +9, K.Planes+10;Perc+25;Splcrft+16;Surv+19

AoO: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 18
Attack: 2d6 + 14 ⇒ (5, 5) + 14 = 24

Rogzul keeps trying to poke holes in the Giants as they move in closer.

Attacking green. Giants still need to make their checks for the giant nail armor

Attack: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (7) + 12 = 19
Dmg: 2d6 + 14 ⇒ (6, 5) + 14 = 25

Attack: 1d20 + 7 - 2 ⇒ (19) + 7 - 2 = 24
Dmg: 2d6 + 14 ⇒ (1, 4) + 14 = 19


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

"Quite the brawl now, innit?" Jorgan yells over the clatter of weapons and armor. He stabs at the yellow giant (if it's still up) and orders Spirit to follow his lead.

Heartspit: 1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 8 + 2 = 19
damage: 2d8 + 11 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (5, 4) + 11 + 2 + (5, 5) = 32

Heartspit: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 3 + 2 = 13
damage: 2d8 + 11 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (4, 2) + 11 + 2 + (5, 2) = 26

gore: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (1) + 12 = 13
damage: 1d8 + 16 ⇒ (8) + 16 = 24
Plus that pesky 1 bleed.

gore: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
damage: 1d8 + 16 ⇒ (5) + 16 = 21
Plus that pesky 1 bleed.

Confirm:
gore: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
damage: 1d8 + 16 ⇒ (7) + 16 = 23

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Nail armor will save Yellow DC 16: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Rounds: 1d4 ⇒ 2
Nail armor will save Yellow DC 16: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
Nail armor will save Green DC 16: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
Rounds: 1d4 ⇒ 1
Nail armor will save Blue DC 16: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

Rogzul's spear drags across the green ogre as it passes. The ogre's skin seems a tiny bit resistant against the spear but overall it seems quite injured.

Kraygan whirls around and charges Haggis past the large hill giant. As he passes the hill giant smashes his greatclub down at the dwarf.

AoO vs Kraygan AC 24: 1d20 + 14 - 2 ⇒ (3) + 14 - 2 = 15

Though the hill giant misses so does Kraygan's deadly blade. Haggis has much better luck as the yak slams into the giant's spine.

Rogzul jabs his spear through the ogre's back two more times, dropping it to the ground, bleeding all over the nice wooden bench.

Only Spirit is able to find an opening as the yellow hill giant wildly swings his club all over the place, trying to fend off the encroaching swarm of little folks.

Spirit's jagged horns sever the hill giant's tendons in its right leg as it staggers.

Active Party Buffs
Haste= All except Jorgan, Rogzul, Spirit

Round 2
Rogzul (73/74)
Jorgan (55/84)(Spirit 75/75)
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Hill Giants (Red -22)(Yellow-72; Nail armor 2 rnds; 1 bleed)
Ogres
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Kraygan (91/91)(Haggis 74/74)
Wren (55/55; 1 con dam)
Torgan (80/80)(Malt 52/52; Wormrot; sickened -1 con)


I am the 'One True Owner of Aggrimosh', Kraygan!
Stats:
HP: 121/121 | AC 25 | T 16 | FF 22 | Fort +12 | Ref +14 | Will +7 (+3 spells/SLAs/poison) | CMD 36 (+2) | Initiative +5 (+2 Urban/+4 Mtn.) | Per. +17 (+2 & Auto-check Stone/+2 Urban/+4 Mtn.) | Kn. (Dun.) +5 | Kn. (Nat.) +15
Resources:
Spells: Ranger: 1st- 3/3; 2nd - 3/3; 3rd - 1/1 | CLW: 100 charges

Seeing Rogzul take down the offending giant, Torgan steps forward (5' down if someone can move me) and unleashes dwarven power as he quick draws his dagger. "All your seconds are gone! Time to die! "

Agrimmosh - TWF/Haste/Giant Hunter/Favored Enemy: 1d20 + 15 - 2 + 1 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 15 - 2 + 1 + 1 + 2 = 35
Damage - Enlarge/FE: 3d6 + 10 ⇒ (2, 5, 3) + 10 = 20

Brinya's - TWF/Haste/Giant Hunter/Favored Enemy: 1d20 + 14 - 2 + 1 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 14 - 2 + 1 + 1 + 2 = 24
Damage - Enlarge/FE: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

Agrimmosh - TWF/Haste/Giant Hunter/Favored Enemy: 1d20 + 10 - 2 + 1 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 10 - 2 + 1 + 1 + 2 = 23
Damage - Enlarge/FE: 3d6 + 10 ⇒ (5, 2, 2) + 10 = 19

Brinya's - TWF/Haste/Giant Hunter/Favored Enemy: 1d20 + 9 - 2 + 1 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 9 - 2 + 1 + 1 + 2 = 19
Damage - Enlarge/FE: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

Agrimmosh - TWF/Haste/Giant Hunter/Favored Enemy: 1d20 + 15 - 2 + 1 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 15 - 2 + 1 + 1 + 2 = 23Damage - Enlarge/FE: 3d6 + 10 ⇒ (4, 1, 1) + 10 = 16

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I am the 'One True Owner of Aggrimosh', Kraygan!
Stats:
HP: 121/121 | AC 25 | T 16 | FF 22 | Fort +12 | Ref +14 | Will +7 (+3 spells/SLAs/poison) | CMD 36 (+2) | Initiative +5 (+2 Urban/+4 Mtn.) | Per. +17 (+2 & Auto-check Stone/+2 Urban/+4 Mtn.) | Kn. (Dun.) +5 | Kn. (Nat.) +15
Resources:
Spells: Ranger: 1st- 3/3; 2nd - 3/3; 3rd - 1/1 | CLW: 100 charges

Targeting red then yellow.

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Torgan swings with the fury of the prophecy as he brings Aggrimosh down on the giants leg, breaking it. He then slides Brinya's Love up and into the hill giant's neck followed by another double smack with Aggrimosh into the side of its head, bringing it down for good.

The remaining Ogre makes one final push at Torgan as the Hill giant spins around at Kraygan's vicious yak. As the ogre reaches Torgan its muscles bulge as it swings as hard as it can.

Blue Greatclub vs Torgan AC 30; raging: 1d20 + 11 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 11 + 2 - 4 = 29
Blue Greatclub vs Torgan AC 30; raging: 1d20 + 11 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 11 + 2 - 4 = 29
Damage: 2d8 + 13 + 2 ⇒ (5, 1) + 13 + 2 = 21
Crit Damage: 2d8 + 13 + 2 ⇒ (1, 1) + 13 + 2 = 17

Greatclub vs Haggis AC 20: 1d20 + 14 - 2 ⇒ (13) + 14 - 2 = 25
Damage: 2d8 + 10 + 4 ⇒ (5, 2) + 10 + 4 = 21

Greatclub vs Haggis AC 20: 1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (8) + 9 - 2 = 15

The nailed board crushes into Torgan's back. The Ogre pulls it back and drags long arcs through Torgan's flesh. The Hill giant also lands a lucky blow as the side of the board breaks against the side of the yak's shoulder.

Active Party Buffs
Haste= All except Jorgan, Rogzul, Spirit

Round 3
Rogzul (73/74)
Jorgan (55/84)(Spirit 75/75)

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Hill Giants (Yellow-73; Nail armor 1 rnds; 1 bleed)
Ogres
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Kraygan (91/91)(Haggis 53/74)
Wren (55/55; 1 con dam)
Torgan (42/80)(Malt 52/52; Wormrot; sickened -1 con)


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

Mounted Combat Feat for Haggis: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (19) + 20 = 39

Despite their size, Kraygan and Haggis hop aside as the giant's club comes down at the yak. Then, in a flurry of steel and horns, they whirl, slash, and thrash at their enemy!

Haste, PA, Buckler, GH
Gorum's Thorn: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (7) + 13 = 20
Damage: 3d6 + 19 ⇒ (6, 6, 2) + 19 = 33
Iterative: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11
Damage: 3d6 + 19 ⇒ (6, 6, 5) + 19 = 36
Haste: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (20) + 13 = 33
Damage: 3d6 + 19 ⇒ (1, 1, 3) + 19 = 24
Crit Confirmation: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (12) + 13 = 25
Crit Damage: 3d6 + 19 ⇒ (1, 3, 6) + 19 = 29

Haggis Gore: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (2) + 14 = 16
Damage: 2d6 + 18 ⇒ (1, 2) + 18 = 21
Iterative Gore: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28
Damage: 2d6 + 18 ⇒ (6, 6) + 18 = 30
Haste Gore: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (13) + 14 = 27
Damage: 2d6 + 18 ⇒ (3, 2) + 18 = 23

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Round 3, Init 13

Wren, still flying, flaps gently closer toward blue and fires many arrows.

1d20 + 9 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (3) + 9 + 1 - 2 = 11 to hit; (haste,rapid)
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 damage.

1d20 + 9 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (11) + 9 + 1 - 2 = 19 to hit; (haste,rapid)
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 damage.

1d20 + 9 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (14) + 9 + 1 - 2 = 22 to hit; (haste,rapid)
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 damage.

Wren Stats:

HP: 55/55
AC: 18+1 (+4 w/mage armor)

Effects: mage armor

Right: bow
Left:
Acid 0/8 used Acid Dart (1d6+4 acid, 8/day) (Sp) As a standard action, ranged touch deals acid dam vs. foe in 30 ft.
Blip: 0 of 480

[ dice]1d20+9[/dice] to hit;
[ dice]1d8+1[/dice] damage.

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Kraygan deflects the board away from Haggis just in time. Grabbing Gorum's Thorn with both hands Kraygan thrusts it into the Hill giant's spine, completely severing it. The giant flops around on the ground for a short moment before coming still once again.

Wren fires a pair of arrows into the remaining Ogre as the rest of the group descends down on the easy prey.

Going to drop combat as the poor Ogre has an AC of 13 and like 30 hp left.

Player Status:

Rogzul (73/74)
Jorgan (55/84)(Spirit 75/75)
Kraygan (91/91)(Haggis 74/74)
Wren (55/55; 1 con dam)
Torgan (42/80)(Malt 52/52; Wormrot; sickened -1 con)


Half-Orc Shaman of the Twisted Nail
Stats:
HP114/114 | AC 23T 10 FF 23| CMD 28 | Fort +8 Ref +8 Will +18| Init +4 | Perc +25
Skills:
Acro+9;Cmb+8;K.Nature+14;K. Religion +9, K.Planes+10;Perc+25;Splcrft+16;Surv+19

As the remaining enemies fall, Rog flies over to Torgan and Jorgan and provides a bit of healing, to keep them in the fight in case some more giants arrive.

Then he looks around the feast hall, wondering if there are any more worthy items of note to add to their collection.

Healing Hex Torgan: 2d8 + 9 ⇒ (5, 2) + 9 = 16
Healing Hex Jorgan: 2d8 + 9 ⇒ (4, 6) + 9 = 19

Perception: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (8) + 18 = 26


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 in thanks to the half-orc and then finishes healing up his own wounds.

clw: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
82/84 I think.

"Any good food left in here, you think?" Jorgan asks. "I feel like I haven't eaten in days."

Once everyone is healed and finished rifling through the room for anything that might be of interest, Jorgan leads the way to the doors along the room's sides, opening them one-by-one and inspecting inside for lingering enemies or anything out of the ordinary.

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One by one Jorgan begins to open each of the doors. Starting from the west he finds the pantry. Huge crooked shelves pf raw timber line the walls of this room, buckling beneath the weight of bulging sacks of rain, large crates, and cracked plates. A large washtub filled with murky water sits in one corner, an enormous broom is propped against the wall. The pantry stores dried goods, including jerky, grains and root vegetables, as well as blankets, eating utensils, nails, rope, wax, and other mundane items.

DC 24 Spellcraft:
This broom is actually a Broom of Flying.

The next two doors heading east are both Larders, serving as room for perishable foodstuffs. This room is stuffed with casks of beer and wine, crates of bruised apples, and blocks of cheese caked with mold. Dried shanks of meat hang from the ceiling.

The final two room east are both privies. Each of these small rooms has a packed earthen floor and thatched roof. An open trench lined with flagstones runs through the northern portion of each room, forming a crude waste removal system for the giants. The privy trenches connect to a larger sewer trench outside that is sealed with clay, covered with heavy stones, and concealed with sod. This trench runs to the cesspit southwest of the cathedral before eventually draining into a mountain stream outside the cathedral's palisade.

Rogzul searches the giants and finds little more than a:

  • Greataxe (large)
  • Chainshirt (Large)
  • Greatclub (Large) (4)
  • Hide Armor (Large)(4)

Another door to the southwest continues further into the chapel itself.

Status:

Rogzul (73/74)
Jorgan (82/84)(Spirit 75/75)
Kraygan (91/91)(Haggis 74/74)
Wren (55/55; 1 con dam)
Torgan (58/80)(Malt 52/52; Wormrot; sickened -1 con)

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Wren scouts along with Jorgan, keeping above the giantdwarf to stay out of his way but to cover him with arrowfire should it be necessary.

When the search is over, he will help identify the loot and make sure the cathedral is properly secure.

GM Tyranius? The giants got in through the 3 double front doors? Are there other access points above?

Wren IDs the broom...

1d20 + 17 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 17 + 2 = 39 Spellcraft

...and offers it around once it is known.

"Silly thing, I think, but useful nonetheless. I've heard rumor that some humans ride them in a game involving chasing a golden snuffaluffagus while avoiding something or something else. Utterly silly, I tell you. But it's a nice magic item I suppose."

Seems to met that it doesn't require a slot to employ, nor any hands, might be nice for Squats if he wishes it.

Wren is ready to move to the back of the cathedral as well, still wanting to secure the area.

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Correct. No access points from above at this moment.

As the Kitchen is secured Wren begins to make his way around the back end of the Cathedral. His lanky elven arms have a bit of difficulty pushing open the larger wooden doors but after a bit of back muscles, some that he hasn't used in years, the doors finally open.

A huge stone bench carved with strings of runes runs along the circumference of this circular chamber. A narrow ledge along the back of the bench holds several dozen stone busts of stern looking giants. To the southeast, a high backed granite throne sits atop a small platform overlooking the room. To the west and northwest, six tall stained glass windows covered with iron grates line the wall. The glass is nearly opaque from centuries of dusty mountain winds. numerous panes have cracked or blown out completely; The holes have been sloppily patched with wads of clay and dung.

A number of tree trunks are propped against the bench above large piles of wood shavings—each is in the process of being reshaped and bound into an iron banded club. Open crates packed with tools, rope, wood, chunks of coal and iron ore, and other objects are piled everywhere throughout the room. Dozens of broken or rusted weapons and shields have been haphazardly thrown into a scrap pile nearby. Near the throne, several human corpses have been stacked liked cordwood.

This chamber was the former chapter house of the Cathedral of Minderhal, but the giants have turned it into a dumping ground for salvaged items and spoils taken in raids. Urathash plans on melting down the scrap and reusing it to forge new weapons.


I am the 'One True Owner of Aggrimosh', Kraygan!
Stats:
HP: 121/121 | AC 25 | T 16 | FF 22 | Fort +12 | Ref +14 | Will +7 (+3 spells/SLAs/poison) | CMD 36 (+2) | Initiative +5 (+2 Urban/+4 Mtn.) | Per. +17 (+2 & Auto-check Stone/+2 Urban/+4 Mtn.) | Kn. (Dun.) +5 | Kn. (Nat.) +15
Resources:
Spells: Ranger: 1st- 3/3; 2nd - 3/3; 3rd - 1/1 | CLW: 100 charges

Torgan massages his what little he can reach of his back, wincing as he feels the nail-holes. "Lucky shot..." he mutters.

As Wren offers the broom, around Torgan considers it. "Aye, if Rogzul does not wish to use it, then I will. It will be fun to fly when the need arises." remarks the flaming beard of the party.

As they move through the kitche, the bodies become apparent and the throne is out of place to him. "Think we have killed the leader yet and are just mopping up remnants or is there some even larger giant around a corner?" he ponders aloud.

Seeing another set of doors, he offers the elf a chance to flex his muscles again, but as Wren approaches, the dwarf winks and kicks in the doors once the rest of the group has caught up.


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

"Never had giant brewed spirits before. We should see if any of this is worth drinkin."

A giant mug in hand, Kraygan makes a searching inventory of the giant's larders. Eventually he meets up with the others, his mug full of the best ale he could find, just as Torgan unleashes a boot on the next set of doors.

"Hey, next time let me finish me cup first, eh?" He complains before quickly guzzling some ale down before another group of giants shows up.

Regarding the broom of flying - you described it as big, is it giant-sized? If so, what does that do to the carrying capacity? Might be fun to strap it to Haggis.

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The broom is indeed giant sized. Though it cannot actually carry the weight of a giant. Hence why it is lying in the corner. With giant sized the weight capacity will double to 400 lbs at 40 feet and 800 lbs at 30 feet.

Torgan takes a quick gander around the Chapter House as he joins Wren in the smaller room. The pile of human corpses contains the bodies of eight soldiers bearing tabards of a white tree on a green field.

DC 10 Knowledge Nobility:
This tabard is part of the Nirmathi Border Patrol

Still remaining on the bodies is little more than their armor.

  • +2 Giant-defiant Splint Mail
  • Chain shirts (3)
  • scale mail (3)

There are 20 crates in the room, each holding bits and pieces of junk and broken or mundane items of little worth, such as chains, hinges, rocks, spikes, and other relatively useless items. Nearly all the weapons and shields in the scrap heap are giant-sized. The collection consists of battleaxes, clubs, maces, and only a few swords, nearly all mundane and broken.

Curiously Torgan fins a leather sack stuffed with a small collection of smooth brownish stones.

DC 26 Spellcraft:
One of these stones radiates conjuration magic and is actually an Earth Elemental Gem

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M Elf Age: 252 or so

Wren, now that the dwarves are nearby, takes his time to examine the area for magics and any things of interest. He notes the armor for those that already don't have 2 sets, and finds little else of interest...

1d20 + 17 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 17 + 2 = 37 Spellcraft

...Wren points into Torgan's hand.

"That gem. That gem there is magic. It's one of them elemental gems, the earthy kind. It will summon you a friend that smells more earthy than your farts after the barley beer you've all been drinking," Wren notes, not wanting the item for himself.

After his inventory, he is ready to move on.


I am the 'One True Owner of Aggrimosh', Kraygan!
Stats:
HP: 121/121 | AC 25 | T 16 | FF 22 | Fort +12 | Ref +14 | Will +7 (+3 spells/SLAs/poison) | CMD 36 (+2) | Initiative +5 (+2 Urban/+4 Mtn.) | Per. +17 (+2 & Auto-check Stone/+2 Urban/+4 Mtn.) | Kn. (Dun.) +5 | Kn. (Nat.) +15
Resources:
Spells: Ranger: 1st- 3/3; 2nd - 3/3; 3rd - 1/1 | CLW: 100 charges

"That's a rare feat." remarks Torgan with a chuckle. He tosses the stone through the air to his brother. "You like to conjure up allies, Jorgs. Perhaps this is best suited for you."

Now that the room has been properly ransacked, Torgan puts his boot back on the double doors to the west. "Gird your loins, Prophet! We can only hope for another giant or two behind these doors." he cautions as he shoves it open.

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Moving on Torgan kicks the door open to the spire. The curved outer wall of this spacious chamber is set with tall, arched windows blacked out with mud and dung. The patchwork of hides stretched across the floor is stitched together with guts and sinew to form a makeshift rug, but is heavily trampled and caked with mud. A steep stone staircase climbs through the darkened arch in the eastern wall next to a wide mouthed stone well. Crude doors fashioned from raw planks bound with hammered iron bands hang in archways to the north and south.


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 catches the stone and places it in his belt pouch. "Aye, that could come in handy."

Walking into the spire, Jorgan sets about knocking the mud and dung from the windows with his spear to let in some light. "We'll have to do something about this place, clean it up and fix the stonework and whatnot. The giants have funked it up and dwarves can not live in a funked-up cathedral."

He crosses the room and looks behind to make sure everyone is ready before throwing open the doors.


I am the 'One True Owner of Aggrimosh', Kraygan!
Stats:
HP: 121/121 | AC 25 | T 16 | FF 22 | Fort +12 | Ref +14 | Will +7 (+3 spells/SLAs/poison) | CMD 36 (+2) | Initiative +5 (+2 Urban/+4 Mtn.) | Per. +17 (+2 & Auto-check Stone/+2 Urban/+4 Mtn.) | Kn. (Dun.) +5 | Kn. (Nat.) +15
Resources:
Spells: Ranger: 1st- 3/3; 2nd - 3/3; 3rd - 1/1 | CLW: 100 charges

Torgan lowers Agrimmosh from his aggressive stance in disappointment. "Bloody hell. I could have sworn there would have been a boss giant around here. The rest of these dropped too ea..." he trails off as he sees the other doors.

Jorgan's words snap him out of his reverie as he smiles broadly. "You're right, brother! The Dwarven Forge shall be our new brewery! Imagine the kegs we can produce here. We could ship our ale around the world and it'd be as fresh as the day it was brewed!" he thinks, heaps of gold pieces flashing in front of his eyes.

"Plus, you know. Killing giants and saving the world would be a great bonus!" he adds, seeing if the Prophet will take the bait while he waits for the doors to open from his brother's push.

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Torgan Steelkeg wrote:
Jorgan's words snap him out of his reverie as he smiles broadly. "You're right, brother! The Dwarven Forge shall be our new brewery! Imagine the kegs we can produce here. We could ship our ale around the world and it'd be as fresh as the day it was brewed!"

Wren's eyes dilate and his mind shifts to some future time when his leathercrafting tools are bent toward wood and stavecraft. Where instead of crafting belt and strap, he bends stave and band to make barrels. Instead of curing leather, he chars the insides of barrels. His magics infuse barley and grain with peat and smoke to add to the mixture...

His eyes glaze with the possibilities.

"WAIT! NO!!!" Wren shouts shaking himself from reverie, to himself more than to others. Wren slowly recovers his voice. "No, we are here to die trying to kill the giants. Let us not forget why we do what we do."


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 isn't quite sold on claiming and living in a cathedral built by an ancient cult of a giant-god. But with enough ale, almost anything is tolerable.

"I think ye should call the first batch of brew Minder Ale." He suggests, offering a toast and taking another swig of his alcoholic plunder. Wren's ourburst though, causes him to splash it down his beard. "Oy! What're ye goin on 'bout? Tryin to kill giants? Ain't we kilt enough now that ye could give us the benefit of the doubt? Har!"

Apparently deciding the elf is joking, Kraygan holds his mug in his teeth and gives Wren a hard slap on the back, made harder by a couple cups of ale.

Taking his mug back in hand, he gestures to the next set of doors. "Kick 'em open Jorgan!"

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