Urth hears the giant and strides into the doorway next to Dymm. He points his sword at the giant and commands, "Illusio vim!"
The giant sees glowing blue chains erupting from his sword and racing toward her. The blue chains wrap themselves around pinning her arms to her sides and her feet together. If she were not sitting, she would fall over. Urth instantly foresees that she successfully becomes immobile.
Cast Phantasm Force DC 15 Int save
What the f~## are you crying about, she-beast? Jysson politely inquires. You just got done murdering a wagon full of people!
Jysson unhooks his flail and steps in for the attack, not really waiting for an answer.
Moving forward up the rubble a little to get into range.
A quick note of music, that resembles laughter rings out.
"I have no idea what the hell it's talking about? Anyone speak giant? I don't think it tried to hit me. If we could talk to it, maybe we can learn about the rest of the giants"
In common, She was crying about some husband, as if a hill giant could marry. When you came in, she said she doesn't want to pickle right now. When Molok came in, she said she's going to eat you.
"Moog cry because...Ah! *umph* Da chains got me!" Moog looks scared as the imaginary binding cut into her fat flesh...
...but suddenly she bursts into mad laughter. "Ahaha! That funny, Nosh." her immobility and laughter are quite an odd combination.
She continues to laugh as Jysson beats the shit out of her.
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Haven been standing mostly back, Jax moves forward a full 30 feet towards the party. If Jysson is within 30 feet of me I'll cast Haste on him.
If not Jax double moves towards the party and most importantly towards him and the giant.
Pindleton follows Dymmathy and then flies up somewhat, trying to stay near Dymm but not blocking others on the stairs. He then unloads with his bow. "I'm afraid the only thing you will eat is... your death! I need to work on better comebacks, sorry."
Jax rushes up the spiral staircase towards Jysson and the giant.
The giant looks at Pindleton float up in front of it with its eyes-crossed "Hur hur hur! Floating pickle!" and as it closes its eyes to laugh even harder Pindleton takes the opportunity to skewer the blobs chest, making a direct hit to the heart. The giant goes pale as its cardioregulatory functions begin to fail.
Round 2
Jysson swings his flail at the oddly immobile giant.
Looking up to the Giant.
"Your laugh sounds like a tiny mouse sneeze. Not scary at all!" a strange sound resonance hits the air.
"Hur hur-wait, that not funny...that hurt Moog." and her eyes roll back in her skull as she dies from the psychic assault. Slipping off the second story balcony, those below step out of the way as the full weight of her body bursts her skull like a watermelon on a jagged rock, spraying the north wall with brains.
"Well, boom goes the giant on the floor"
I would like to look around.
A large sack on the second floor contains:
50 ft hemp rope
giant sized skinning knife
unconscious boar
A search of the rubble turns up a false tile, underneath which is a little chest with the word "Dardragon" on it. Inside:
potion labeled with a drawing of a flame
potion labeled with a drawing of a cow
Jax, the first might be a potion of firebreath or potion of fire giant strength. Not sure about the cow, it certainly doesn't resemble milk.
Jysson will attend to the unconscious boar. Make sure it's alright, not injured, see if it's tame or wild.
If not injured, and wild, he'll see to setting it free.
If not injured and tame, he'll see to keeping it as a pet.
If lightly injured, he'll cast cure light wounds on it.
If heavily injured, he'll slaughter it and start preparing the meat for cooking later on, leaving the rest for the birds.
Jysson, this plump domesticated boar has a brand that is typical of regional animus revertendi but it looks like someone has branded a second mark over it, making it obscured. Barbarians likely stole it.
Your best guess is that it was suffocating inside the giant's sack slowly. Your curative magics revitalize it instantly and it wobbles to its feet, snorting in your fingers.
Again Molok stands impassively and watches the others go about searching. He keeps his watch outside, trying to make sure nothing attempts to attack them while the others search.
Urth sheathes his sword keeping his shield ready, "well that's a good start. She looks too dumb to be a river pirate, and she looks better dead. Is it worth disturbing those bloodhawks? Or do we leave them be?"
Jysson pulls some snacks from his pouch and feeds it to the boar. After he eats it, he scratches the boar's head and cheeks. Whosagoodboy? Yeah? You? That's right. Youragoodboy.
Listening in on the group, Jysson says, The only good giant is a dead giant. Then he pauses in recollection, Ya know, my da used ta say the same thing about humans. Huh.
"Hey Jax. Let me see those potions."
Set up a small Identify ritual to identify these two potions.
"While we are looking around and making friends with that boar I am going to look into these"
Dymm, the fabric of reality surrounding the potion melts away, and in its place an ancient script carves itself out of space revealing the hidden identity of the matter within.
If the group is impatient I would have just cast Identify (not ritual) on the second potion. Depends on the rush we are in.
”Jysson, looks like we’re ready to move out. You’ve got the lead.”. Urth offers while shouldering his shield and moving toward his hobbled horse.
The humidity seems to get stronger as the afternoon advances, if there was only some cloud cover you might have a chance at rain and some relief. It makes the march grueling, but under Jysson's instinctual guidance you make quick progress. By late afternoon, you start to see some troubling signs of a major giant den. Trees have been plucked from the hills in groves, showing a large nude swath all the way to the once mighty Dessarin.
The river itself is but a trickle of what it once was, and soon you see why. A massive longhouse has been erected on top of a dam formed by great oak trunks, piled up haphazardly in beaver fashion.
From your concealed location you see some smaller humanoids, probably hobgoblins, coming and going along with quite a few hill giants...oddly all female.
To make a group ability check, everyone in the group makes the ability check. If at least half the group succeeds, the whole group succeeds. Otherwise, the group fails.
"Very strange. Where are the dude giants? Lets see if we can get a little closer and find out what is going on!"
Looking to the group. 'Before we go.. who all is coming. I might be able to help out the least stealthy of us. I am a very good motivational speaker."
Dymm, a little too excited for his own good, might be humming a tad as he stealths down.
"Giant rukking beavers! That can't be good." Urth sends his raven skyward for a look around the horizon.
Urth, you don't spy any major movements in the area. This seems to be just a branch of the Dessarin, running southeast before meeting the main vein and stretching north to Yartar.
I say we set fire to the whole building, and then kill them all in the chaos. Or wait until one is taking a shit and take them out one at a time.
Molok walks almost directly towards the giant beaver/giant holt. He does not actually try to hide but after Jysson motions for him to get down, he moves in a bent-over motion, sticking close to any rock outcroppings.
I still say we set fire to the whole thing. Maybe see if we can let all the sheep out first. Jysson suggests, in his usual bad advice fashion.
"Why don't we check out the "Smaller" house? Either that or freak the sheep out. I could throw and explosion over the sheep... Maybe toast some of their wool, might get their attention.. if we want that."
Molok moves towards the smaller cave outside the sheep pens. Once he arrives he will examine the area just outside the cave mouth for any tracks.
Survival (tracking):