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Move Action to draw weapon, possibly while moving
Possible Move, Dalkk would like to be in front right now. I don't know if he can walk through ally squares to actually be in the doorway, but ideally he would of shoved/shared/taken Emily's place. I leave it all to GM to determine what's possible,
none if it would negate my other actions
"All o'ye listen to Maglin" booms a voice from behind "and best ye stay out of my way." There is a distinct *tink-tink* of a now empty iron flask hitting the ground. Dalkk's muscles thicken and twitch with speed while he growls out. He tries to push forward into the front line while shouting.
"How dare ye overgrown maggots get this far underground! I could smell yer group love fest from down the hallway and I came ta smash all o'ye inta gravel an' put an end ta yer kind! Even exiled an' slagged I am still plenty to destroy ye all! When I send all o'ye back to the plane o' s!!$ and piss ye best tell them who put ye there! I am the terror that growls in the night! I am the itch you can not reach! The writing ye ta dumb ta read! I am Dalkk Winduk!
The dwarf releases his crossbow and let's it hang by its sling, instead pulling from his side a freshly acquired warhammer. He raises his left arm with its attached steel buckler and spiked gauntlet. The warhammer is brought to his lips. He kisses the top of it and growls out with eyes full of hate.
"Let's get dangerous"
Vuzi pulls out her wand of Bless as she takes a step back, and activates the wand.
"I haf a reach weapon if someone wishes to use it."
One of the two ogres across from Dalkk looks down as they both howl at the surprise fire.
Hey! It's a Darf!
A Darf! Were!
By dat dere skinny hoomie!
Ohhh! It was short! I miss it!
All four break into a rough approximation of what laughter would sound like if you tortured it for a month.
The the western one takes its club and...
... bats cain back like a dirty tee ball. He flies straight back and into Vuzi with enough force to carry them both into the air and into the back wall. It's not enough to hurt, but both end up on the ground in a heap.
The next oger swings at Dalkk
But just misses. Hey! Stan still ya 'shroom so I cn smoosh ya!
The third ogre starts howling, "Je! Me want some! Lemmie at it!
The fourth is oddly silent.
Rage filled dwarven eyes don't flinch at the oncoming attack. After his party members go flying hr yells. "Get down the hall! Bows out!"
Dalkk steps back enough that if the Ogre's wish to strike they will have to leave their room.
"Ye want a piece you over grown pile o'rancid flesh? I'd call ye lot sons o' b!#!#es and whores, but I dinnae know ogres are born or just tumors sliced off the asses of smellier uglier beasts."
With his left hand he pulls one of his bombs from his bandolier and throws it, aiming for the same spot Maglin threw his.
Area around the door's going to be slippery, Maglin calls. He stands in a ready stance, hands extended, visualizing what he's about to do.
Vuzi stands up, and readies her spear. She casts Bane on the ogres.
Unconsciously Simon puts his paws over the ears as the stream of profanities flows between the dwarf and the giants.
Who would have thought that the dwarf would react in such a … powerful way?
After all these aren't disghusting, unholy undeads but only a couple of simple minded brutes…
Anyway, they don't appear like they would leave the group alone, so it is time for the first battle of the day!
With a quick step he takes position right beside the door, careful to stay out of sight from the giants within, waiting for one of them to leave through the door.
Time to try out this new dagger…
Maglin's voice grows louder and more resounding. Ai ereil He raises his hands above his head, and it is as though there is a great weight in them, which he lifts with some effort.
Cain flings his bone shards at one of the more normal lookin ogres, mostly looking to distract him and in retaliation from beingb flung
The first giant charges out of the room and takes a swing at Dalkk! He misses, naturally, and howls in anger. The others watch from the door and cheer him on! He takes one look at Vance and reels, though he doesn't seem overly affected by the smell. Hey! Yous gots a deadie here!
The others seem suddenly torn between attacking Dalkk or Vance. They start shouting back and forth in nearly unintelligible sentence fragments, but their body language is clear enough.
Vance attacks and gets a good bite in, but the giant remains un-paralyzed.
*** Readied attack goes off ***
Vuzi stabs around Kane with her longspear allows her draconic heritage to flash through the weapon.
Lux! Maglin cries, hands in front of him and spreading apart. Beneath the ogres feet, a thin coating of slippery grease forms. Watch your footing, Simon, Maglin calls, hoping the nimble catfolk doesn't decide to jump forward and slip.
Simon whistles through his teeth as the first of the big Ogres in dumb enough to follows the (intense) taunt
of the dwarf and steps through the door, presenting his (huge) back to Emily, Cain, Vuzi and himself.
Maglins warning (and previous experience with the spells of the Elf) causes Simon to take special care of his
footing, as the sticky-slippery lake appears out of nowhere just beneath his feat.
With a quick nod to Emily, he starts to flurry at the back of the Ogre, long years of cooperative fighting
side-by-side with the pantheress kick in, causing attack after attack to strike.
Emily is quick to follow Simon, taking position at his side, mindful of the tricky ground and lashes into the Ogre with a long series of bites and several strikes of her claws.
The giant that just stepped out into the hall is entangled and looks ever so slightly ill, but the others avoid the worst of the bomb.
The dwarf has become more and more accustom to changing size. Still shorter then the Ogre, but this familiar massive body puts him on more equal footing. He channels all of his new mass and all of his rage into the Warhammer, attempting to christen the Warhammer's first strike in his hands against the pelvis of the beast.
"Ye fowl beast! I'll destroy you and your brethren next! I'm going to grind ye to ash and smoke ye! An don't t'ink I've forgotten the rest of ye, I'll leave yer entrails out for the dead to feast on!"
The giant's pelvis shatters under the blow! The monster was already near death after being burned twice and savagely attacked by two cats. The warhammer is the final straw. He falls immediately to the shock of his kin!
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Dalkk punches the spikes on his gauntlet hard into the skull of the now dead ogre. His new weapon fresh with blood comes below the chin of his vanquished for. Between the two he lifts the heavy Ogre's head to his waist. He locks eye with the Ogre in the next room, and yells out The enraged Dwarf thrusts forward with his pelvis, knocking the ogre's head free and letting it drop once more.
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Vuzi's mouth drops open slightly at Dalkk's anger. "He iz a crazy."
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Perhaps crazy, but certainly in control, and on our side. Maglin is twenty feet behind a gigantic dwarf, and well out of range of any danger, but his careful eyes and studious consideration of the circumstances seem somehow much more at ease than they would have been yesterday. He is beginning to learn the ways of the dungeon, and to be comfortable in a fight, so long as the foes are far enough away.
Seeing one of the ogres go down he Cain smirks and switches targets, the spikes on his arms protrude further in preparation just before he grabs and flings the needle like spines at the closest ogre,
The Ogres, two of them, rush out and the first immediately falls on his face in the grease. Cain quickly ends him then and there. The second uses his friend to skip over the grease and bears down on the no-longer-a-dwarf.
The swing hits, and hard! That's gonna leave a burise!
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Simon takes the provided opportunity with the rapid reaction a lifetime in the wilderness breed into him,
while milling over the battle in thoughts...
They must be out of their minds.
Or they simply are THAT dumb.
Dulkk must have really hit a nerve with his performance...
He's a clever dwarf, even if he does not appear that way upon a first glance.
Following the previous strike with a crossover-slash at the legs of the Ogre, hoping to bring the creature
down, before it can attack the dwarf again.
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The ogre charges out of the door and is promptly eviscerated by Simon and Emily. It's crazy. I mean, he practically hits the ground in steaks.
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Dalkk laughs as the first Ogre falls and meets his end at the beginning of Cain's weapon. While tye other Ogre struggles through the smaller door he swipes with the warhammer. There's not much that fills the dwarf with such passion, but clearly there is a deep seeded penchant for the game of whack-a-giant.
The dwarves taunts are cut short when he gets hit hard. He stumbles a a bit speaking incoherently. "suhmm won... hole... 'old me ale...”
Looks like they're having a spot of trouble up ahead, eh Thulian? Maglin sidles up to him, crossbow in hand. There isn't a good shot on the ogres, and Maglin lowers his weapon. Not much we can do, except, perhaps, add to the fun. There is an evil twinkle in Maglin's eyes, and he raises his hands in a now familiar gesture. Victo Cristo Aido, he cries, pointing closely at Dalkk.
And the dwarf turns bright red, the exact color of ogre blood.
"Gud job everyone. Dere is still an enemy yes?
Indeed, another one hiding inside, I thought he looked slightly different. Maglin looks ready for anything.
"Come on, I want you to do it, I want you to do it. Come on, hit me. Hit me!" The dwarf growls as the ogre tries to charge. This changes to glorious belly laughter when the pair of furry blenders fillet him to the ground. The dwarf gives a bow to the felines and Cain for dispatching the enemies in such quick fashion.
In a low voice he speaks to Vuzi.
He calls out loudly into the Ogre nest "C'mon on out now ye varment, ye' not very pretty now but if ye make me come in after ye it'll be much worse."
Dalkk points to Simon, holds out his hand flat. He points to his eyes, the flat of his hand, and then opposite the direction of the path. He then points to the doorway.
The still enlarged dwarf stands ready for anything, and in an effort to make the squishiest noise possible stomps on the body of a bloody recently deceased Ogre.
"Well what's it going to be ye stinking pile o'pus"
"Come on vu scraggly creature. Come out and face us." Vuzi calls out.
Vuzi readies her spear if the creature in the room comes in range.
Seeing that the others planned to bait the remaining ogre to this side of the door, Cain holds his actions
Simon starts purring as Dulkk nods and laughs out loud.
His purring quickly stops as the dwarf starts to give ... signs.
What does he want from me ...?
Guess I shall stay put, wait for others Ogres to come out...?
Simon nods, then takes up position right beside the door, crouching low beside the frame of the door, allowing Cain to shoot his strange weapons above his head if needs come to shove, while reducing his silhouette.
In between the high-piled dead ogres, the slender cat is near-invisible, all to easy to be overlooked.
The other ogre doesn't come out. In fact, he says nothing. You don't hear anything either...
It remains this way for close to a minute (if you wait that long, insert the most impatient person's time frame here) before someone ventures a peek inside...
Nobody's there. There is a tunnel leading east out of the cave and a closed door in the south wall.
Very well, it has retreated. I suggest we close this door first, so that it cannot hear us. Maglin waits for someone to shut the door. Dalkk, you will stay large for approximately four minutes from the time of the spell being completed, which was one minute ago. We therefore have three minutes more to attack if we'd like to press forward. If we do so, I suggest that we prepare ourselves, perhaps drinking some potions and extracts, before rushing in madly. Maglin looks at Cain and Simon as he says this.
Alternatively, we could close the door fast, making it so that anything wishing to leave would have to make plenty of noise and couldn't disguise the fact that it was gone. I don't like this plan as much, since there could be other exits hidden back there.
Dalkk takes his time trying to lure out the Ogre, but soon as it's clear that the Ogre isn't rushing out he takes advantage of the time while he masterfully lures out the Ogre.
"Y'know if Ogre's were any better at dyin' we needn't o' shown up, ye best come out now so we can do tha' properly for ye"
Quiet as can be, Dalkk pulls a prepared substance, making sure the Ogre that is definitely still there doesn't catch wind that he is buffing up, to prepare for the fight he will surely take place soon.
"Are ye always this stupid, or are ye trying to impress me, come on out!"
Proud of how sly he is being he pulls out one of his favored potions. This one has been in an out of him more times then most would find tolerable, thanks to his previous extract. After swallowing it, he very shortly starts to regurgitate it, puking the powerful potion back into it's own vile vial.
"Damn, I shoulda known better... I was just t'inking 'boot how Ogres get made.. ughh..."
After waiting a little longer Dalkk crouches by the door. An enlarged dwarven hand braces over the doorway. He slowly pokes his head in, and yells.
"Argh! Where is that bastard!"
The dwarf scrambles getting through the door and swings his hammer in frustration at the nearest wall.
"That foul beast! He left behind only the worst of him, tha' bloody smell. Where is he! When I get my hands on tha' mountain o'rotted flesh."
"I want him dead Magsy, there's only so many ways outta here. Mags have you checked yet for magic? If he didn't leave via magic that gods awful stench must o' left a trail, Simon can ye follow it? Cain Mark Cain yer the only one who can guard 3 entrances at once. Greenie, if ye cannae do anything with the dead to get information, help me search the room."
Very well then, let's take a look. Maglin touches his eyes, Conspectu, and looks around. It's better not get taken from behind, so we should try to keep an eye on all the entrances. Maglin turns around frequently, obviously somewhat nervous.
There are no magic auras.
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Soft paws deftly rush over the bloodied boodies of the big baddies, looting their pockets, checking for any (crude) maps, keys or similar.
The he closes their eyes with a whispered prayer, folding their heavy arms over their chests in the end.
After the quick search and somewhat-burial, Simon quickly joins the search of the room, addressing the door with his special-nimble hands and his thieves tools - after checking whether it is actually OPEN like the last one. Mindful of the fact that the fleeing Ogre WANTS them to follow, he is especially careful for traps around, at and behind the door, all the while whispering tandrums of focusing and concentration his master taught him all those years ago.
While he is working at the door, Simon asks Dulkk in his curiousity-dripping voice:
"Hey large-dwarf mehmehmeh why is it you hate them so much-iii?"