[5e] GM Infinity's SKT [Chapter 5 Completed!] (Inactive)

Game Master mishima

Picking a plebe from the flock you inquire about the Foehammer establishment, and are soon arriving. Location T18 on map. Feel free in future to assume any random person will point you to those

A small storefront is setup above ground with various implements, mostly those practical in farming and animal husbandry. There are some well crafted arms and armor though, as well. One stand sports what seems to be a memorial replica of a suit made for some nobility. A middle-aged dwarven woman seems to be responsible for this area. "Can I interest you in a giant-slaying battleaxe?" she asks sweetly. "They are designed to slice the Achilles tendon, you see..."

The smithy itself is underground, but partially exposed to the shop above, and looks very busy with small groups broken into various tasks of smelting and refinement, tinkering with pewter inlays, and of course hammer work.

Er, no ma'am, thank you anyway. We are looking for someone from clan...well, you see, our friend Odan Shan was...urm...killed while we were exploring, and we wanted to bring him back to his family. We were, um, told someone at the smithy, Master Foehammer, could help us.

Her face takes a sour bend, one furry eyebrow twitching uncontrollably "Is this...is this some kind of sick joke? Odan. Odan Shan? The strongest man alive?"

Seth was about to say that alive it's not a word that can be applied to Odan any longer..., but the half-elf prefered better to practice his diplomatic skills

No joke Ma'am. Sorry if this is not the best way to find out about a friend death, but there is no good way to communicate a news like this

"I can't believe this...first Nightstone and now the last of the male Shan has perished." she starts crying but slaps herself hard across the face "How did it happen, who are you people?"

Jysson stands awkwardly aside, varying between looking at the ground and looking at the clouds.

When the dwarf cries, he thinks to himself, I never knew dwarves were so emotional. They always say dwarves are stout and hardy, but every one I've met is an emotional wreck.

Chat her up as long as you want. You could also think about lodging for the night (stay at inn, drunken black out at bar, dig a hole, build treehouse in sacred grove, etc). If there's anything you'd like to do in town, let it be known. Then we will move on in the morning. ;)

"How did it happen, who are you people?"

He died in the middle of, uhm, how to say it, a treasure hunt?. In any case ma'am , we were his last teammates.

"Aye, falling from a tower. Do you mean there are female Shan kin? I would express my regret for the part I played, if so."

Odan was indeed a good companion and died bravely. We have brought his remains to be laid at rest with his people. Where can we find them?

Gloriana waits for an answer and then asks, We are new to town and could use some recommendations of where to stay, if you don't mind.

She winces at the mention of falling from a tower "Damnit...he was always surefooted, I don't understand." after a moment she points to herself and says "Cinder Shan...I'm his second sister...you..you've got him, here? I can take him back to the clan chambers under the mountain. And I don't blame any of ye, he couldn't have lived any other life."

"I'm a bit new here, too...I had settled in Nightstone but it was beset, giants. Giant rocks falling from the sky...no one saw them coming, they rode silent chariots of clouds. No...not chariots, fully mobile fortresses."

"Uncle Foehammer here set me up in his shop. I've heard good things about The Talking Troll, if you drink enough you can sleep there in the common room." she doesn't seem to be joking.

I am Gloriana and these are my companions. She pauses for everyone to introduce themselves if they choose to do so. Do you wish us to accompany you to lay Odan to rest? We ventured to Nightstone and found it destroyed and was told of his kin being in Triboar. We came here...by way of a cloud giant's castle. A friendly, humble giant who took no part in the destruction of Nightstone. Have you heard any reasoning behind the attacks?

Incredulous "Friendly, humble giant? Only good giant is a felled giant. When those rocks fell, everyone died. Little ones, unarmed...didn't matter. Sounds like its happening everywhere. Back in Nightstone it seemed like they were after the actual Nightstone...eh, its this chunk of volcanic glass...ye know that one? Obsidian? 'Dragonsglass' some say. They lifted it from the ground before their killing was done."

Damn right! Jysson says in agreement to the statement of dead giants.

Pindleton has been lost in thought, worried by some obviously strange happenings - giant attacks, dwarves, dragons, cultists attacking... there must be a connection... if only I could piece it together... oh, wait, what's happening?

Paying attention again, Pindle introduces himself, "I'm Pindleton Montague the... never mind. Just please be comforted in the knowledge that Odan was a brave warrior who gave his life stopping a vile creature."

"But, to the present difficulties, this 'Dragonglass' Nightstone, you say... I presume the town was named after it. Do you recall it's history? Anything unusual about it, other than, say, it's appearance? And... oh, and I am very sorry for your losses - both of Odan, and of your home. I... well... uh, you see, we are just trying to figure out what is happening with these giants, and any information can help with this puzzle - I mean, tragic situation."

"Well, we all knew it was some kind of artifact from long ago...what with the glyphs and such. Besides, not a mountain for miles can forge something like that. I remember once an Athkatlan sage came and set up some kind of ritual about it. Made him real frustrated...kept using this word...'Historia'? No...'Ostoria'?"

DC 13 History, Ostoria was the "Colossal Kingdom", the first great civilization of giants. It was said to end with a 1000 year battle against the dragons.

History, Adv: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (1) - 2 = -11d20 - 2 ⇒ (18) - 2 = 16

Had to be Ostoria, Jysson says, snorting a bit of another up his nose That the first great giant-kin kingdom. Dragons done killed 'em off. They took their time though. Lasted a thousand years. He hocks a loogie onto the ground.

Her eyes go big in the candlelight "A thousand, wow!" throwing her apron across the room onto a little shelf she says "I'm closing shop here for the day, let me treat you to a meal and drinks for the night...really its the least I could do. Bringing him all this way was surely no small task."

Night is just beginning in Triboar. The streets are packed with caravan masters bustling with their loads and slowly queuing up for the morning in a long line.

If you go along, you'll have a raucous evening with never-ending ale. Roll con checks to see how wasted you become.

Oh, hell yeah. Jysson would be all over that.

Con: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

Sohar will follow to know where the party s staying, but will spend the night in the Grove with the intent of meeting up again in the morning. "...and any are welcome to join me."

Pindleton tries to keep it in moderation...

Con: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

... but utterly fails. There has been simply much too much craziness of late.

The night began with good intentions in the Talking Troll but quickly spun into wild depravity. Cinder's "meal" consisted of roasted liver on long sticks, pickled eggs, and a mysterious stew...each of which gained points on the flavor scale the more ales put down.

On that front, none surpassed Montague IV. Sohar saw it coming and excused himself early, but Jysson spent most of the night getting the halfling's pants back where they belonged and narrowly prevented the impregnation of a woodlands half-breed.

In the end, Cinder was right: blacking out sometime around sunup was a relatively comfortable way to pass the night-the stench of vomit was imperceptible that way.

Sohar, the deeper you go into the forest the more you realize something is not right. That draw of nature you felt before was just an illusion, the work of some malevolent force lurking about. It would probably take a few more nights to pinpoint the exact source.

Just as your eyes open, they come.

The town is shaken from its peacefulness by the screams of women and children, followed by a man yelling, "Giants! Run!" Perplexed residents and shopkeepers emerge from their domiciles in time to see a large rock fall from the sky and crash onto an old cart, splintering it. As a cloud of dust erupts from the wreckage, a second rock hits the ground, tumbles through a fence, and slams against the wall of a building, startling a pair of mules tethered to a post nearby. All around you, people begin to shriek and scatter.

So, as mentioned there is a little gimmick/minigame to this massive giant battle. You will be playing both your character and one of the NPCs listed below (full stat blocks and RP info on slides...in a sec). You can earn special quests and rewards based on what happens to these special NPCs.

To start, I'll let you guys pick the NPC you want. Below is a short description and where they start on the town map (town map is battle map...its a huge assault). Everyone needs to pick a different NPC.

If 2 or more players want the same NPC, roll d100 high for it.

Darathra Shendrel, Lord Protector of Triboar (starts at area Tl)
Darz Helgar, campground caretaker (starts at area T2)
Narth Tezrin, Lionshield Coster representative (starts at area T6)
Urgala Meltimer, innkeeper and retired adventurer (starts at area TlO)
Othovir, harness-maker (starts at area Tll)
Ghelryn Foehammer, blacksmith (starts at area T18)

edit: Full details of the NPCs are on slides 5 and 6. If its hard to read, you can ctrl+alt+"+" to zoom in, or I can maybe post on internet somewhere in a different format. Once the NPCs are chosen I'll lay a larger town map for the battle on slide 1

edit2:for the moment, its hard to tell the exact nature of the attackers, but they seem to be coming from the northeast, from the farmlands labeled "F"

- I'll take Darathra
- Glad to see Ostoria being mentioned, good reading from the 2e giant book.

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@ Seth

Damn F#%@!- The half-elf awakes scared and angry at his choice of coming here. Seths hurries to the window to see if he can pin-point the direction of the attack and, with some luck, discern a posible route of escape.

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@ Lord protector Shendrel

Sword in hand, Darathra comes out shouting orders to the town militia(?). The objective of Darathra is to save as many live as possible, but rushing to combat only means a sure defeat. So, She first tries organize the town defense.

Jysson

Jysson awakes to the sounds of boulders crashing.

What was that? he thinks to himself, as he rolls over in his cot. Again, the crash, and he bolts upright. The pain in his forehead becomes apparent immediately. Fuuuuuck, he moans at both his impending hang over and the prospect of giants attacking.

He gets out of bed, grabs his armor, drops his armor and grabs his flail. He quick walks across the room to Pindleton. Pindle, wake up! Come on, giants are attacking! Don't worry about armor, those rocks they throw don't care about anything we're wearing, just grab a weapon and go. We've got to get the people to safety.

Jysson leaves the room only when Pindleton is ready to go with him.

Darz
The campground caretaker lived in a little hut on the outskirts of the camp - a place close enough to his job that he didn't have to go far, but still allowed him to feel the psychological comfort of being in the town.

He woke up with a start, and immediately started grumbling to himself. Damn kids messing up my camp. I'll show them...

He got up, put on his pants and a shirt, and tucked his long knife into his back belt - this was out of habit, you always needed a shiv just in case. On his way out, he grabbed a cudgel to wallop the kids with.

As soon as he stepped outside, the cudgel dropped from his hands. He stood there in disbelief looking up at the giants attacking the town.

After a moment, his senses came back to him. Oh no you don't, he grumbled to himself. This here is my town. I spent ten thrice damned years in prison, and this is my respite. Ain't no one taking that away from me. Not the thieves guild, not the King's guards, and sure as hell not no thrice damned shit eating giants!

He grabbed his sling and tied it around an arm, before heading out. On his way, he passes a kid looking or his mum and pop. Find 'em yourself kid, I've got bigger problems.

Once he gets as close as he dares in the open, he finds a good spot to hide and starts sneaking his way closer - close enough to hit with his sling, and he'll only target someone who's already being ganged up on.

Stealth: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

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Sohar:
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Sohar's night is not as restful as he had hoped. Unable to discern whether it's the subtle malevolence of the Grove or his own guilty conscience, he reacts to the sudden shouts in the town by speaking to the grove in Druidic, "I'll be back for you later."

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Ghelryn Foehammer:
HP: 30/30 | AC: 14 | Speed: 25'
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With all of the recent attacks, Ghelryn isn't completely surprised when the cries ring out. Picking up his battleaxe, he takes a moment to stroke the handle affectionately. "Betsy, it sounds like we have a lot of work to do." Rushing out from his smithy, he shouts into the morning sky.

"Wake and rise up in defiance,
Today, we kill all the giants!"

Pindleton rubs his eyes and lets out a thoroughly unhappy moan. "Uhhh... sorry, that was so... unprofessional. Jysson, what are - GIANTS!" The halfling snaps awake.

He hurriedly puts on his winged boots, grabs his bow and quiver and starts to follow, then remembers to grab his backpack while muttering half to himself, "Healing potions... going to need those..."

He follows Jysson out and then flies up just high enough to see over the rooftops, but trying to not draw (giant) attention to himself.

When he gets there (since in terms of rounds, the above is probably a couple/few at least - Perception to try to determine how many attackers and their locations.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

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Also, I will pick Urgala.

Urgala hears the screams and yells and is instantly alert. She had known this day might come very soon. With all of the stories of attacks across the region, she prayed they would avoid Triboar, but feared they would not.

She had reluctantly taken her weapons out of storage several days ago and she quickly put them on. As her muscle memory flashed back to her younger days, she felt ready to unleash hell again. But she also felt sore. A twinge in her shoulder that had been only a mild annoyance for years now jumped out to her as a weakness. She found her legs moved slower - not to mention she wasn't nearly as lean as her 20-year old self was.

It didn't matter. The giants were here. Here in her home.

They were destroying her town, killing her neighbors. It was time for those monsters to fear death. With all of the horror stories of what the giants did to other towns, Urgala wasn't sure she'd see the sun set tonight, but that no longer mattered.

Her neighbors were under attack. The giants were here.

And Urgala was going to unleash hell on them one more time.

Wow, some awesome writeups there. :D

Guys I'll put some tokens down on the main slide based on your narratives, but bear in mind the scale is way off. As shown, your tokens are about 20 ft across. Init wont start unless you/NPC directly attack or are attacked. There could be multiple inits running at once.

Seth
The bulk of the commotion seems to be coming from behind the harness shop across the street...at least, most people seem to be running away from that location. Who knows if they are wise to run that direction.

Daratha
Her cries were meant for particular ears, but there is no response. Someone informs her "They've gone! They charged the Uthgardts overnight, we are defenseless!" Regardless, a few hearty individuals step forward, unarmed, willing to follow her to hell.

Jysson
Jysson's elven metabolism helps him quickly gather his things and his thoughts for battle.

Darz
With the empty lot nextdoor (T7) Darz can quickly sneak to a group of trees near the approaching attackers.

Sohar
From the grove, Sohar has to hustle, but can soon enough get into the fray with the others.

Ghelryn
The dwarve's battlecry rallies the other smithworkers into a small squadron of slayers...they quickly don the best armor they can and move to engage.

Pindleton
Details below. Also both you and Urgala have inspiration for the awesome writeup there.

Urgala
She strides forward through the crowd determined.

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PCs or NPCs who try to identify the attackers are unfortunatly able:

2 fire giants armed with tree-sized greatswords (18 ft tall) [white]
5 orogs (orc/ogre crossbreed) [orange]
6 orc mounted on axebeaks (Remember chocobo from final fantasy? Yes...) [green]
12 magmins (small fire elementals) [red circles]

The giants are moving toward the center of town, tossing boulders as the come. The magmins, in 2 groups of 6 eagerly flicker around them...destroying any structure or anyone in their way. The orogs are plate mail clad and closest (ahead of the giants), knocking down fences and tearing horses in half (sometimes only figuratively).

Since battlemap is getting kind of cluttered, your NPCs will just be colored squares.

Daratha - dark blue
Darz - purple
Ghelryn - orange
Urgala - sky blue

Other various townsfolk are all over as well, clustered around all the Cs and Fs. Plenty of able steeds available as well if interested in mounted combat.

[ooc]Thanks! Just going off of the NPC write-up, and actually finding her a little bit more interesting than my PC! ;)[ooc]

Pindleton, flies down to Jysson and informs him of what attackers he saw and their locations, in case they aren’t in his view yet.

”Well, you seem to hate giants - and probably have more experience fighting them and their minions than I do - got any ideas? Should we try to quickly take out the smaller enemies to thin their numbers, or leave those to any town guards and instead focus on the big ones - the actual giants?”

Jysson grips his flail, and sets his eyes on the largest of them. We go after the main man; once he's down, the cowards will flee. And the town guards can mop up.

Is the battle map on the slides? Or is there another link? I'm not seeing it on the slides (probably an issue on my end. )

Yes, its on slide 1. It may take a while to load. Other than that, try going into present mode. If that still doesn't do it I'll try posting a reduced resolution screenshot in another slide

I'm on my phone so those options aren't available to me. However, I opened it up with a different program and that worked. When I load it with Google docs, all it shows is the red blood splatter background and our five characters in a row on the top right.

When I loaded it with a different program, the full map showed.

Also, now that I can actually see the map, some of my descriptions about where Draz was located don't make sense. :) I had assumed the campground would be on the outskirts of the town, not right smack in the middle of it.

Although, I don't think we'll be able to get to the giants without going through some of those orcs first. And someone needs to stop those fires. And save that halfling being run down by that orc! There's too much going on! I... I don't know what to tell you, but I'm going in!

With that, Jysson heads straight* for the giants, only slowing to defend against attacks and removing himself from the immediate threat until he gets to the giants themselves. This idiot is going to get himself killed. Lol.

*Well, not straight. He'll be trying to take a stealthy, but quick approach as best he can.

Stealth: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

I've got nothing for Draz right now. He's hiding until he sees someone else joins the battle, then he'll target whoever is being attacked.

Glad its sorted, but try slide 2 on your phone. Its just a single image there instead of background, layout, tokens etc...Ill keep doing it if it works

Draz is near the front lines so it wont be long (north side of abandoned house in some trees).

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Sohar(Lion):
HP: 26/26 | AC: 12 | Speed: 50'
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Sohar sends Ghost up to scout for him as he shifts into the form of a large white lion. He runs to the last place he saw the group, the Talking Troll.

Bonus: Wild Shape: Lion(p.331)
Action: Dash

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Ghelryn Foehammer:
HP: 30/30 | AC: 14 | Speed: 25'
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Ghelryn indicates the threesome in front of his smithy to the other smithworkers.

"Take out the little ones, you'll be fine,
But leave the big one, that bastard's mine!"

And then he rushes the orog with Betsy whirling in his hand.

@ Seth

Running the same way than the others would only ensure to be hunt down with them.

When exiting his room, seth can't avoid to notice that Piddleton and Jysson are making battle plans, those fools. The survivalist half elf pets his raven familiar in order to abstract himself from the danger outside and focus on deciding his next move

I should just leave, but these fools are marching to their demise...well, it's not my problem...but...uhm, I do have an invisibility spell if things goes wrong.

At the last time Seth decides to help as much as he can before running for safety.

From a window, I'll use minor illusion to create cover to myself and start sniping at the approaching enemies I think there is a magming and an Orog at range

Repelling blast vs Orog: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 81d10 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

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@ Daratha

Holy Torm... - Daratha's first impulse is to tell them to just run away, but she perfectly understand the desire to defend their home even if that cost their lives.

Ok then, Take whatever weapon you can find. Our goal is to protect the lives of the townfolk and make sure they can get to a safe place. We'll not blindly march into enemy's swords, understood?. Now let's move!.

According to her statblock, she has access to a heavy crossbow. So, she give the crossbow to ne of her companions

Daratha (And whoever that goes with her) move north.

Jysson, if going stealthy you might also be tempted to enter the abandoned lot across the street where your NPC is. You could reach inside or out in the bushes in a Dash. Other than that, there isn't much cover besides some wagons on the street.

His back the trunk, shielding him from view and the heat of the nearby blaze, Darz watches the halfling running for his life. Hes not going to a damn thing to expose himself.

But as Daratha and 4 solid men round the corner, the hair on his neck gets shocked by adrenaline. Pushing it down, he calmly thumbs a matte black slingstone into a blue-dyed leather sling and executes textbook launch at the mounted predator, anticipating Daratha's greatsword.

Sling: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
dmg: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

As the bullet is launched, his prediction comes true as Daratha uppercuts at the orc with her mirror-like steel blade.

Greatsword: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Greatsword: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
dmg: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (6, 2) + 4 = 12

The sling's attack is masked by the sword, and Darz grins, loading another. No one pays much attention to the dead orc in the dust.

Seth's otherworldly blast outshines the burning house briefly, but the angle of attack is off, the Orog merely grunts and turns to the bar, unable to locate its exact source.

Ghost sees the blast too, and gently bends his wings toward the fight, coasting smoothly overhead. Sohar is not far behind.

one more move and you'll be at the bar's front door.

Ghelryn and the smithy dwarves offer a solid front to the attacks in the north. Standing in some exotic offensive phalanx they try to repel an orog and 2 magmin.

Using guard stat block for the 4 smithy dwarves as well as the 4 hearty men with Daratha. Each group also has a veteran.

Init Dwarves: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (6) - 2 = 4
Init Enemies: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13

The orog smashes into their shields with 2 murderously powerful swings of its greataxe...

Orog Multi: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
dmg: 1d12 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Orog Multi: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18
dmg: 1d12 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

The dwarves are hit hard but stand strong. Soon though the magmin also pour over them like fire...

Magmin 1 Touch: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22
dmg: 2d6 ⇒ (1, 3) = 4 fire
Magmin 1 Touch: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Still none of the dwarves fall. "Pussies all, slay 'em boys!"

Their counterattack is swift and coordinated, like a machine. Nearly simultaneously, one of the magmin is targeted.

They weapons hit the charred bodies of the elementals like a pickaxe hit granite, there is much resistance. Still, the overwhelming attack brings the magmin down.

None saw what happened next coming. The downed magmin slowly started expanding until it burst into a boiling bubble of red hot magma!

In a twist of fate only the Orog gets hit with the full force of splashing magma, and the dwarves cheer as they reassemble the shield wall.

dmg: 2d6 ⇒ (1, 3) = 4 4 to orog, 2 to others

Eh, and I realize I didn't roll init for Seth or Daratha's group. Oops, will just pick it up next time. Guess it doesn't really matter with group initiative other than who swings first situations.

Jysson dashes over to the one house to hide behind, and makes his way to some shrubbery, only to find a human there launching a sling.

He sneaks up behind the man, and says, Attacking from the shadows, huh? Good call.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 8

Woah! the man says, Where did you one from?

Jysson, despite his lacking a tactical mind, is actually fairly good at reading people. Just got to town. Name's Jysson, and I'm here to kill those giant f+!~ing a$$#&*$s over there.

I'm Darz, says the man. And I ain't letting no damned giant take my home. Thanks for the help. How 'bout you charge in and I'll cover you from here.

Jysson smiles, and says, Now that's a damn fine idea. He grips the handle of his flail, readies himself, and dashes out heading straight for the nearest giant.

Darz, despite being selfish, is true to his word and does his best to fire at any orc how tries to get into Jysson's way.

Hopefully that wasn't too confusing. How many rounds will it take to get to the giant?

Not confusing. :) At the moment you are 120 ft away. The giants are advancing full speed, so if you Dash, you would probably meet them next round.

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Sohar(Lion p.331):
HP: 26/26 | AC: 12 | Speed: 50'
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Veering slightly and following Ghost, Sohar runs at the mounted orc at the mouth of the alley.

Action: Claw Attack(Pack Tactics if Seth is adjacent)
Bonus: Pounce Bite Attack

Claw: Mounted Orc: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
Claw: Mounted Orc: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
Damage(S): 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Bite: Mounted Orc: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
Bite: Mounted Orc: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
Damage(S): 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

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Ghelryn Foehammer:
HP: 28/30 | AC: 14 | Speed: 25'
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Snarling fiercely, Ghelryn grips Betsy in both hands as he attacks the orog in front of him.

Betsy: Orog: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
Damage(S): 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

Betsy: Orog: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
Damage(S): 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

Having found herself in the privy when the fight started, Gloriana is pulling up her breeches while trying to armor up and get her weapons. She rushes outside looking for her companions, but instead hears the screams of death and dying among the horror of the good folk of Triboar.
Seeing Pendelton, she runs toward him and sees the fiery elemental and fires upon it, once, twice as fast as she can!

Longbow1: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 271d8 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
Longbow2: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 231d8 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

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Narth Tezrin nearly cuts his throat when the first rock crashes into town. He flings the razor aside, wiping the soap from the unshaved half of his face as he runs to the door and assesses the situation. Cursing, Narth turns and runs for his room > strapping on his shortsword and grabbing his hand crossbow and a quiver of bolts.
With a swift prayer to Tymora, the Lady of Luck, he dashes out the door, heading for Northshield House, knowing Urgala will be needing a hand.

Pindleton creates an illusion of several archers emerging from the Talking Troll who begin firing arrows at the giants. Pindleton hopes in the chaos no one notices that the arrows don't go very far before vanishing, but he just wants distractions, even only for a moment.

He then uses his winged boots to fly to the roof of the Talking Troll and take aim at the giants.

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Urgala sees the chaos and spots a small opening towards the apothecary. Tucking her bow under her and trying to hide it somewhat in her coat, she runs towards the space between the apothecary and the burning trees, huddled over as if she's fleeing in terror for her life.

Deception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16

Jysson/Darz----------

Jysson boldy advances to meet the oncoming giant forces.

Init Jysson/Darz: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
Init Enemies: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (20) - 1 = 19

Go ahead and do actions for you and Darz.

Sohar/Ghelryn----------

Seth isn't adjacent, but you can count Daratha's forces or any fighting townsfolk as allies for the sake of Pack Tactics here. However...

As Sohar-Lion claws and bites the orc apart, dethroning it from the charging axebeak, shocks of horror rise in the crowd "What is that, a freaking dire bobcat?!" some take cover.

That orc is dead. :D

Farther north, Ghelryn finds the Orog's plate is a hearty barrier to his slashing. AC 18 there

Orog Multi: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
Orog Multi: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
Orog dmg: 1d12 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

In contrast the Orog finds a gap in the dwarven wall, slaying one of the younger fighters. The remaining Magmin laughs at the death, sending its touch of fire licking across the stalwart warriors...

Magmin Fire Touch: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

...but the dwarven shields are used to flame. They push hard to eliminate the remaining magmin while Ghelrun keeps the orog engaged.

Gdwarf: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21
dmg: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Gdwarf: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15
dmg: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Gdwarf: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21
dmg: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Vdwarf: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Their spears puncture some bizzare organ like a mudpit, but the magmin still stands. Sohar, feel free to order/roll for the other fighters if you want. They are following Ghelryn as their leader.
3 guards and 1 veteran remaining with Ghelryn up there.

Gloriana/Darth---------

Gloriana is sure her attacks were lethal, but the magmin remains. It must have some hidden resistance against normal weapons.

Actually that first one was a crit. If you roll the second damage dice and get better than a 4 it dies.

Narth moves to join Urgala, cutting around the small pond, but finds her inn has been vacated. Narth is green square on map

Pindleton/Urgala----------

Pindleton steps into the sky and quickly finds himself ready for action up on the rooftop.

Urgala's deception manages to fool the charging axebeaks, eager to continue their blitz.

Guessing you are about to attack. Init is getting a bit confusing, but I think we are at the point where it doesn't matter.
Narth and Urgala will probably need it if they attack, but everyone else we can just flip flop with enemies (PCs, enemies, PCs, etc)

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And the remaining enemies not otherwise engaged continue to advance towards the town's center.

Jysson, wholly oblivious to his impending doom, goes full force on the giant.

First, he casts Hunter's Mark as a bonus action, then he swings his flail.

Flail 1: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26
Damage: 1d8 + 4 + 1d6 ⇒ (6) + 4 + (1) = 11

Flail 2: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
Damage: 1d8 + 4 + 1d6 ⇒ (6) + 4 + (2) = 12

Meanwhile, Darz launches a sling:

Sling: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
Damage: 1d4 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (3) + 2 + (4, 6) = 15

Jysson's training pays off, the first blow is solid and somewhat surprises the giant. The giant looks down, a slight smirk on his face "Awww, hello little girl. Did you come to GET SQUASHED?!" Darz's shot bounces harmlessly off his dark steel plate pauldron.

He throws an enormous granite stone directly at Jysson's face.

Rock, Disadvantage in melee: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 11 = 15
Rock, Disadvantage in melee: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (14) + 11 = 25

Jysson was ready for the hulk's clumsy attack, and stunningly flips clear.

Fire Giant has 18 AC, 151/162 hp currently. You have a large structure to your left, the now burning harness shop, which is helping you avoid getting swarmed. Keeping your face off against this foe might be possible without getting too swarmed if you can hold out. You could also perhaps escape in the abandoned house one lot behind you, but it catching fire next is probably a safe bet.

Initiatives if it matters, but with this many combatants, just alternating might be best.
Pindleton Initiative: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
Urgala Initiative: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13

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Pindleton positions himself on the edge of the roof, ready to fly off should a giant's rock come his way. While still trying to maintain some slight mental focus maintaining the illusion below, he turns most of his attention towards the giant Jysson is attacking. Pausing to get take advantage of the distraction and get a nice clear opening, he takes his shot at the giant.

Shortbow attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23
Damage w/ Sneak Attack: 4d6 + 4 ⇒ (6, 1, 2, 4) + 4 = 17

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Thankful that the attackers ignored her, Urgala moves to the other side of the burning trees, hoping to use them as some semblance of cover from the main invading force.

One giant looked focused on attacking someone at it's feet - some sort of elf barbarian? Heh, only thing adventurers are good for - killing monsters.

So she focused on the closer one that was still charging in. She had fought giants a lifetime ago. But she still remembered how to focus on their weak points, and use their massive size to her advantage in being able to more finely aim her attacks. She also remembered the danger in overthinking, and quickly let two arrows fly - one immediately after the other.

Shortbow attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
Damage w/ giant slayer: 3d6 + 1 ⇒ (4, 5, 6) + 1 = 16

Shortbow multiattack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15
Damage w/ giant slayer: 3d6 + 1 ⇒ (6, 2, 1) + 1 = 10

Crit.dmg: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Gloriana watches the magma creature burst apart and die as she quickly fires two more arrows at the next target, an ugly mixed breed of some kind.
Longbow1: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 141d8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
Longbow2: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 231d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

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Having missed Urgala, Narth skirts the inn and runs into three axebeaks with riders! He fires his hand crossbow at the closest one and then dashes away toward the apothecary (T23).
Hand crossbow: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 71d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8