Elgan moves out.
So I have Beldan in h7, Elgan in ij 7-8. Can't attack as of yet.
Elgan:
He's pitch black, with icy spikes on his back and head; his eyes and mouth glow with cold blue light.
He has an icy spiky club; he's wailing away at your makeshift stone igloo with it.
Claw; Gjetost left, then it's Beldan's turn,...then...their go.....
SHINY'S INTRODUCTION!!!
i.e. for Shiny only.....
please use spoilers until...
How the hell does a gal get herself alone in the wilds of the Mittelmarch betwixt Jotunheim and Asgard?....
Maybe it was in Sigil, the city of doors....a pudgy fingered plumfaced gnome with more rings than Saturn and more money than sense....
"I've hired you three to obtain three Yule Logs from Ysgard..."
three being a halforc ranger, a twitchy tiefling wizard, and yourself....
"I need them for a ritual, I'm willing to pay "X" for them,".....and after bargaining "X" became "1.5X".....
No, it wasn't his fault.
It was the halforc's fault.
"I......I had to shoot the bauriaur....the shot was just too perfect,...."
he said to you as the hail of bauriaur-shot arrows came down on your trio shortly after obtaining the third of three Ysgardian Yule Logs(which you now hold in your possession).
The first volley you dodged, and the twitchy tiefling wizard laid low in the snow bleeding out.
The second and third volley you dodged; then the twelve bauriaur were upon the halforc, spearing him down.
He looks up at you even now.....blood gushing from his gash of a mouth..."the shot was....too...perfect..." and he expires in the snow....
and you're all alone, except for the twelve pissed off bauriaur warriors leveling spears at you...
Spoiler:and you're all alone, except for the twelve pissed off bariaur warriors leveling spears at you...
"I don't think I'm going to be able to talk my way out of this one. Any of you guys got any ideas?"
Vilya:
the leader, a mature male with white streaks in his mane and beard, replies, "to whom do you speak, girl?" His spear is long, black wood, bent multiple times like a lightningbolt; the spearhead decorated with a toothily grinning, abstract motif dwarf with a geometric braided beard pattern.
Well, they're not stabbing first, asking questions later anyway......
gotta crash at this point.
Spoiler:the bauriaur scrape their hooves; goatily neigh at eachother, spoiling in their jerky, frenetic, scrappy way...... the leader, a mature male with white streaks in his mane and beard, replies, "to whom do you speak, girl?" His spear is long, black wood, bent multiple times like a lightningbolt; the spearhead decorated with a toothily grinning, abstract motif dwarf with a geometric braided beard pattern.
Well, they're not stabbing first, asking questions later anyway......
Vilya:
He looks around; somewhat paranoid.....
"why you shoot my nephew?"
There's a young bauriaur warrior to his left; he's got a bandage on his shoulder where the half orc's arrow found home.
<Stig swallies a quick pick-me-up.>
Stiggy senses that....his toes are cold, but he doesn't care.
They could be stabbed through with safety pins and he couldn't notice.
The frost giant vodka warms his belly.....
Vilya:
Spoiler:He looks around; somewhat paranoid.....
"why you shoot my nephew?"There's a young bauriaur warrior to his left; he's got a bandage on his shoulder where the half orc's arrow found home.
Vilya:
Then looks at Vilya again.
"Who are you? Where are you from? Are you Aesir? You don't look like an Aesir.
Who is your father?
And why were you and your accomplices here?"
One of the bauriaur, a cocky brave with face painted black in warpaint, says "let's just kill her and ride out!"
Pretty much, and Gjetost.
Gjetost crawls out of the diminutive shelter and then gets up, stretching his shoulders with an audible pop.
Them!
Gjetost crawls out of the diminutive shelter and then gets up, stretching his shoulders with an audible pop.
Them!
Gjetost's fine. No SR.....
Back in an hour.
Beldan takes a 5 foot step away from the shelter then hunkers down to hide amongst the snow and driving, swirling snow flakes.
meh...I'll adjudicate this, attack for them, then be back in an hour......
Beldan takes a 5 foot step away from the shelter then hunkers down to hide amongst the snow and driving, swirling snow flakes.
Got you in G8; you're hidden, diving into the 3 foot and climbing snow.
Oh; I'll put Gjetost in HI 9-10, since Elgan is partially in i8.
Gjetost takes an icy spiked club; can't see from where other than in front of him more than 5 feet away.
The giant takes 25 h.p., and 6 h.p. cold damage; the 6 damage from cold doesn't overcome his defenses.
Elgan takes two clubs from the foe he can see in k-l 5-6....68 h.p. from two clubs in kinetic/clubbing/bludgeoning damage to the druid, and 8 h.p. in cold damage; minus whatever his resistances are.....
so -20 damage from stoneskin is 48 h.p. damage; the cold is ablated, and his stoneskin has 100 h.p. left to it.
There are now big holes in the front of the igloo, at i4-5 border and g-h5 border; massive spiked icy clubs smash through the walls at those points, creating gaping holes about 5 feet by 5 feet.
Group's attack!!!
NOW I'm gonna go for an hour.
"Hah! By knocking holes in our walls, you have given me firing ports! Ports through which I can do this!"
He's cold, he's hit, and now he's p!$$@d. He's a dog's worst nightmare. He's an elf druid in Treeform, And he's taking out some frustration on the nearest target. His branches flame and spark in the snow, sending flashes of brief illumination through the white glare.
Claw slowly crawls out of the igloo.
Gjetost tentatively steps forward, club at the ready.
Altai's spell;
Between the gouts of steam kicked up at the verge of the sirocco you see two of them. At KL 5-6 and at HI 2-3.
They fort save;.....ergo normal damage instead of double....as the hot wind scalds and melts them...
They do not fall.
They're ten feet tall. Powerful; they seem to be made of magic black ice. Jagged spurs and spikes jut from their backs and heads, and an eerie cold blue light shines in their mouths and eyes like some frozen jack o lantern. Mouths full of wicked teeth.....and holding iron clubs, spiked, and covered with viscious frost...
Elgan's attack...
two of his three mighty swipes hit; scoring horrid damage against the icy creature; the fire damage is doubled, and seems to melt the thing somewhat; it howls in pain from the tree.....
and Elgan's branches smolder a little bit as he reaches into the sirocco....
Gjetost:
he indeed squares off against the thing after 5 feet of movement.
Two of his mighty blows impact on the thing, and it's looking extremely hurt now.
Stiggy; Pip; then I guess Hnoss left to attack this round.
Spoiler:"No. That doesn't necessarily mean anything." he looks at the wounded nephew. "Did she shoot you?" He shrugs his hands in the air like "I don't know...." and the leader rolls his eyes. Then looks at Vilya again.
"Who are you? Where are you from? Are you Aesir? You don't look like an Aesir.
Who is your father?
And why were you and your accomplices here?"One of the bauriaur, a cocky brave with face painted black in warpaint, says "let's just kill her and ride out!"
Vilya's slightly annoyed tone has begun to take on a dangerous edge.
"I don't want a fight. That would be boring. I've got enough problems on my plate right now. So. What'll it be?"
Vilya:
"it's a little girl....I don't kill little girls. Neither should you."
"A little girl with eyes like midnite...." he retorts;
the leader scowls him down.
Then looks at Vilya; scowls; then breaks into a braying laugh.
"Oh, little one,...I can assure you it would be far less than boring.
I like you, though.
You can breathe one more day....
Here's the chant;
we're taking your......friends' kits. For wergeld, for wounding my kinsman. This makes things even.
You can bury them or leave them to the ravens; I could care less."
He waves his hand spreading out north; west;.....rolling plains...."this is our range. Stay out of our range."
then he points to some woodlands maybe a mile east.
"That way east....beyond those woods. The river Iving, and beyond that Asgard. You would fit in better there than,....."
he points north and west; "past our range, where in Jotunheim the giantfolk stalk the mountains."
They shake down your dead friends. One of them lifts up a Thor's Hammer pendant from the wizard; "GATE KEY!!! HAZZAH!!!"
Then they make like to bail out; the one in black warpaint scowls at Vilya though...
They're ten feet tall. Powerful; they seem to be made of magic black ice. Jagged spurs and spikes jut from their backs and heads, and an eerie cold blue light shines in their mouths and eyes like some frozen jack o lantern. Mouths full of wicked teeth.....and holding iron clubs, spiked, and covered with viscious frost...
Under the effect of Pip’s haste spell, Beldan ghosts through the snow, trying to keep the dark bulk of the giant Gjetost in sight to his left as he goes, listening for the sounds of the giant’s blows against the toad creature.
<Stig egresses.>
Spoiler:he looks at the crazy one who wants death.... "it's a little girl....I don't kill little girls. Neither should you."
"A little girl with eyes like midnite...." he retorts;
the leader scowls him down.
Then looks at Vilya; scowls; then breaks into a braying laugh.
"Oh, little one,...I can assure you it would be far less than boring.
I like you, though.
You can breathe one more day....
Here's the chant;
we're taking your......friends' kits. For wergeld, for wounding my kinsman. This makes things even.
You can bury them or leave them to the ravens; I could care less."
He waves his hand spreading out north; west;.....rolling plains...."this is our range. Stay out of our range."
then he points to some woodlands maybe a mile east.
"That way east....beyond those woods. The river Iving, and beyond that Asgard. You would fit in better there than,....."
he points north and west; "past our range, where in Jotunheim the giantfolk stalk the mountains."They shake down your dead friends. One of them lifts up a Thor's Hammer pendant from the wizard; "GATE KEY!!! HAZZAH!!!"
Then they make like to bail out; the one in black warpaint scowls at Vilya though...
Vilya sheathes her weapons, crosses her arms, and pouts, shivering in the cold.
"Noo Ah ken what's wrang wi' these fowk. Thes place is wrang wi' them. Feckin' weaither. Shoods hae biddin undergroond. Nae feckin' weaither undergroond."
"Noo Ah ken what's wrang wi' these fowk. Thes place is wrang wi' them. Feckin' weaither. Shoods hae biddin undergroond. Nae feckin' weaither undergroond."
<Stig sees the shimmering visage of Mammy Mach'Hammar through the driving snow.>
"Ye fa' useless drunken sack ay jobby! That's reit. Tak' some warmin comfort frae th' fact 'at if ye stumble it intae th' snaw an' freeze tae death yoo'll hae achieved far mair than Ah ever expected ay ye."
<Trying to ignore the delusion.>
"Oan th' other hain. Ah guess Ah cooldnae gie much farther frae 'at harpy huir."
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"Noo Ah ken what's wrang wi' these fowk. Thes place is wrang wi' them. Feckin' weaither. Shoods hae biddin undergroond. Nae feckin' weaither undergroond."
They're ten feet tall. Powerful; they seem to be made of magic black ice. Jagged spurs and spikes jut from their backs and heads, and an eerie cold blue light shines in their mouths and eyes like some frozen jack o lantern. Mouths full of wicked teeth.....and holding iron clubs, spiked, and covered with viscious frost...
They are.....ch'raal.
Under the effect of Pip’s haste spell, Beldan ghosts through the snow, trying to keep the dark bulk of the giant Gjetost in sight to his left as he goes, listening for the sounds of the giant’s blows against the toad creature.
He can hear the chords, the pletchett plucking the strings.
H14 gets Beldan into position.....skimming alongside the beast,
he circles around back and stabs his foe, striking home hard.
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Hnoss goes out the hole at h5 and seems to be fighting something.
Stiggy emerges; ends up in g5 and stabs a chraal at ef 3-4.....Hnoss follows him out; the two tear into the icy beast like a mad man with a chainsaw at a block of ice.
Their attacks; I'll be back in a minute.
Their attacks; I'll be back in a minute.