"Now, now - why don't you go into your tower, and then we can talk about this like civilised creatures?"
The giantess blinks a moment, then sneers at Alwyn.
"Oh well. Those spirits will be the death of you, I'm afraid."
As on cue, Hudak jogs out of the tower and attacks the giantess.
Sefayll, Camlo and Illes.
Sefayll moves into the door and casts a spell, sending a coruscating green beam toward the giantess.
Camlo will drop his hand weapons at his feet and ready his croosbow, then fire.
Hudak moves up close to eyeball the giantess. She replies by stabbing at him with her spear before grunting:
Illes comes strolling out of the dark up to the doorway with his rapier in hand. "I know right? It takes a real cowardly sort to take on some crazy cat lady of a giant three times their size who looks like she's been sleeping in a ditch for a week. Tell me the truth- they make you camp so far out here because of the smell or because the 'spirits' are talking to you? Either way I see how you and the ettins would be peas in a pod."
Illes whispers through the message link, "Sefyall, move in a little closer so I can speed things up."
The giant looks at Camlo disdainfully.
She stabs at Hudak with her spear.
Sefayll!
Sefayll tests whether the flight magic is still in effect. Finding it is , she decides the direct route will be best, stepping over edge of the tower and making her way down toward the combat.
Moving out a bit, she tries to give herself an angle on the giantess and lets fly another ray.
Sefayll's ray hits the giantess this time. She snarls as she feels her limbs get heavier.
Illes edges out the tower door and alongside the building while humming a caravan song in double time. Hudak and Alwyn can feel the magic guiding them urging them on to inhuman speed.
AC 21/T12/F19; 32 CMD (34 Bull Rush)
CMB +19/+21 Bull Rush
Two-handed power attack with Nualia's Tongue: +23/+18 (2d8 + 30/17-20, +4 to confirm)
One-handed power attack: +24/+19 (2d8 + 23/17-20, +4 to confirm)
Two-handed attack: +26/+21 (2d8 + 21/17-20, +4 to confirm)
One-handed attack: +27/+22 (2d8 + 17/17-20, +4 to confirm)
Reflex +6
Camlo moves to R25, hopefully ducking under the giant's blows.
Camlo is not his usual nimble self and a spear stabs out in an attempt to skewer him to the ground.
But she is slightly unbalanced by the attack and Camlo slices painfully into her ankle.
The giantess turns her attention back to Hudak, but saves an attack for the annoying mouse under her feet.
"You fight well, giant", Hudak growls through gritted teeth. "But not well enough to best me."
Hudak cuts down the giantess and she sprawls in the dirt, an ungainly heap of limbs.
Illes stares at the aftermath while Hudak stands there covered in gore with veins popping out of his neck. The bard drawls, "You know- if a wizard ever gets a hold of that guy, I'm gonna use that spell to run so fast."
"Could you carry me if that happens?"
Camlo sits down heavily, "That was close."
Dawn's rosy fingertips are caressing the horizon. The shapes of the mountain tops are beginning to coalesce as jagged forms against the dark purple of the sky. The adventurers gaze down into the valley of Jorgenfist, still wreathed in darkness. The lights from the camp fires flicker like and orange constellation around the inky column of the Black Tower, featureless as a shadow.
[ooc]I thought the giant was called Dawn at first......[ooc]
"Well fought, everybody. Now we need to get the hell away from here, though."
The ettins have nor meaningful treasure. The giantess has a sack with a few valueless nick-nacks, but at the bottom there is quite a find - a skull-like mask that raidates necromatic and transmutation magic.
As ther sun rises the layout of Jorgenfist becomes clear. The black tower is incorporated into a fortess comprising a high circular grey stone wall about fifty feet high. However, the black tower appears to be of a completely different architectural style to the rest of the fortess, twice as high as the other towers in the perimeter, and being much more intricate in design and sinister in appearance. Within the walls are a couple of giant-style long houses and a tall stone spire. There seems to be a single entrance, a gatehouse.
Surrounding the fortress there seem to be an army encampment, divided into about seven individual camps. Beyond, the valley is desolate, surrounded by crags and steep rocky slopes. Just beneath the walls of the fortess to the south drops a cliff, below which rumble the turbulent waters of the Muschkal River through the gorge the adventurers climbed away from the day before.
"There is no way we can sneak in through the front gate or make it through the outside encampment. Instead, airwalking it over the south wall looks like the way to go. That will be lightly guarded, if at all. Let's head that way while looking for cover."
The enchantress casts detect magic and studies the mask to determine it's properties.