With no ranged capabilities, Sig could only move up to where the creature levitated himself into the air. He knew enough about the simple magic that he knew the quickly was only capable of going up and down. Going at a full run, he moved to stand near where the creature would have to land once the spell waited. He wouldn't need to eat or sleep. Nor would he age. He could wait for an eternity, something the quickling did not have. "Threatening: The choice is yours. Surrender or die.
Sindri continues to fire arrows at the quicklings.
Sindri's second arrow takes the quickling in the shoulder, slaying the wicked fey creature. It drops back to the ground, a lifeless lump.
"Annoying little critters aren't they?" he mutters as he walks up and prods the little corpse with his foot.
"I know, sometimes I really hate my distant fey cousins. Easy come, easy go."
Sindri walks up to the bodies and stripe searches them for any valuables or information that may of had on them. He also takes the time to pluck a great number of harpy feathers.
Detect magic and search
The quicklings and harpies themselves have no items of real value on them, but a glint of gold from the harpy nests on the cliff side prompts those capable to climb up to them.
The stench is almost unbearable, but 200 gold pieces are gathered, along with a pair of soft leather boots. Despite the harpy filth covering them, the leather looks to be in very good condition, and checking them for magic proves them to be.
From the cliff top, the terrain gently slopes downward into a valley filled with trees. A very thin wisp of smoke makes its way skyward from the center of the trees.
"Might as well check out the smoke. " and he starts clanking over that way.
"Let me see those boots."
Sig would detect a trace of magic on the boots, though he wouldn’t be able to decifer it for now. Most of his focus was on the area surrounding them, curious what else might lurk just out of sight after having to deal with the quicklings and harpies. Nevertheless, his lone pink eye locked on to the wisp of smoke as his next destination.
Sindri walks at a slower pace behind Lucius making sure he ventures not too far from the others.
"Who's Im ho tep?"
"Huh? Was I saying that? Musta been something from a minstrel show I saw. "
Silas determines the boots to be Daredevil boots.
Lucius moves into the forest, the others following, heading as best as possible towards the source of the smoke.
As the group gets closer to the area, portions of the undergrowth are stamped down, and the broken branches of trees litter the ground, leaving a broad trail leading towards the forest center, and soon the gentle breezes of air are filled with the smell of cooking meat.
The forest has grown thicker though, making it hard to see far.
"Somebody is making dinner."
"Yeah, but I'm still not hungry. I just don't get it. Well maybe they're friendly. OK, just kidding, it's probably cannibals. "
"My money is on cannibals."
Lucius will head for the apparent cooking spot.
Making no attempt to cover the noise of his armor or avoid the crackling of leaves and branches, Lucius pushes through the trees until he can see into a clearing.
A number of trees at the southern end have been smashed, broken and shattered. In the center of the clearing is a crude, yet overly sized looking dwelling of some kind. In front of it a 10' wide fire pit burns with a low flame, a large beast skewered on a spit cooking. Next to the fire is a chopping block of some kind, covered in blood, and a horses head resting upon it - only, not a horse head - a single silvery horn protrudes from between the eyes of the of the unfortunate creature.
A large brutish humanoid sits on a log next to the fire turning the spit, though it looks up at the noise Lucius makes.
Two more of the brutish looking creatures stand farther to the west, toothy grins spreading across their faces as Lucius comes into view. One speaks in broken common, "Ha, looks like dessert as well."
Ogres. Dangerous brutes, who revel in violence, known for their great strength and ferocity in battle.
"Ugly fellows .... never seen their like before. They don't seem friendly though."
Silas casts Mirror Image to protect himself from the ugly humanoids.
and two duplicate elves appear and begin to shift around in a confusing pattern.
"Whatever they are, they're dead meat. The bigger they are, the harder they fall."
Sindri pounces into action, firing a volley of arrows at the nearest creature to Lucius.
Sigfried had stayed close to his friends until the great beasts had appeared. He knew the creatures well by appearance, ogres had a nasty reputation of eating anything they could get their grubby mits on, or destroying things for fun. The latter had often plagued his own people and one of the reasons the War Titans like himself had been built. Standing back, he would take a defensive stance to watch the ugly beasts, waiting for them to barrel a pathway through the trees for him in order to kill them.
The creature bellows in rage as Sindri lands two arrows deeply into its hide.
The farthest back of the creatures gives a bellowing battlecry, then charges forward, hurling a javelin at Sindri.
The javelin embeds itself a good 6 inches into a nearby tree.
Lucius will move up and stab the closest ogre with his cutlass.
or perhaps I should have said try to.
Lucius steps forward, taking a swipe at the closest ogre, but missing.
The second ogre holds forth a holy symbol, and in a guttural language utters a prayer to some vile god.
Bless
The third ogre stands up, grabbing a club leaning against the log it was sitting on, and with a roar takes a swipe at Lucius, but misses the heavily armored human.
"A blessing from the brutes vile god no doubt!" Silas exclaims as he recognizes the magic.
Silas raises his hands into the air, tracing glowing arcane symbols overhead.
The earth opens under the ogre spellcaster as Silas casts Create Pit to open a 20' hole beneath it. (Relex DC:18)
If any of the other are adjacent to the ogre, they save at +2 or fall in on top of the spellcaster.
With his enemies in sight and close now, Sig would charge into the battle. He knew no fear as his purpose and design kicked in, ready for battle to defend those he had chosen to protect rather than whom he had been told to. It was far more exhilarating he found now that he could recognize choice.
Sindri continues to rain arrows down upon his foes.
Sig's swing is wide, but Sindri lands two arrows in the closest of the brutes.
The ogre that threw the javelin earlier moves up to Lucius, swinging a massive club.
Lucius is knocked back 10', falling to the ground.
Lucius will get up and launch a rock at the ogre that hit him.
nevermind
The caster manages to jump to the side, avoiding the widening hole in the ground. The priest casts another spell, a shimmer of darkness highlighting the ogre temporarily.
The remaining brute swings at Silas.
Sindri fires a pair of arrows at remaining brute.
Uncharacteristically, the Svirfneblin archer misses.
Silas takes a 5' step away and casts Scorching ray at the ogre.
Sig would follow up with the assault from his team, continuing to attack the lumbering savages.
Silas misses with his spell, but Sig cuts down the first of the three ogres.
The brute that knocked Lucius to the ground raises its club swiping left and right at Sig.
It lands a single heavy blow that leaves Sig feeling a little dazed.
Lucius will stand up and chuck a rock once more.
meh
Lucius misses.
The caster moves into range to attack with a greatsword it draws from its back, taking a swipe at Silas.
The third moves closer to Lucius, attacking him with its longer reach, connecting with a loud thud.
Silas spends a mythic point to recast that ray spell at the one that hit Lucius.
Sindri concentrates on his breathsm within a blink of an eye dissapears out of sight.
Two arrows appear out of nowhere towards the caster along with a smiling gnome.
Silas beam of fire chars the skin of the first ogre, and it topples over dead.
Sindri fires two arrows in rapid succession, the first striking the spellcaster evoking a gutteral growl from the beastly creature.
.
Sig steps towards the second brute.
The large brute simply shrugs off the attack, unfazed by it.
It counterattacks in an attempt to take the wyrwood down, connecting once.
Lucius will spend a mythic point to negate power attack penalties for 1 minute.
He will then close and attack the nearest threat with his cutlass.
nevermind
Lucius fumbles his attack.
The ogre with the greatsword focuses in on Sig as well.