RD 5: Leaders
The halfling disappears from sight.
Stigor attacks Daniel,
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RD 5: Bug
The bug chomps down on one of the swordsman,
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Killing that foe.
RD 5: update
Leaders - Halfling disappeared; Stigor missed Daniel
Bug - ate another swordsman
Daniel -
Euphemia -
Group 2, wht -
Ogres, dark red -
Group 3, orange -
Orsin -
Gerard -
Giants, purple -
Andrea -
Friendly giant-
From the sound of battles raging several other quadrants are deep in chaos. Blood is undoubtedly flowing.
We have them on the back foot! Wipe them out!
The paladin is rocked hard by the Giants blow, that foe dropped by his erstwhile Giant ally. Andrea keeps him on his feet.
Iomedae do not let me fall
The paladin releases a hand to swift heal
He then regrips his pommel and unleashes on Stigor.
Pray for mercy to your god, for I offer NONE!
Stigor is rocked by the righteous blow, his chest cavity cracked open and his beating heart is exposed, the thumping slows to a stand still.
Stigor is rocked by the righteous blow, his chest cavity cracked open and his beating heart is exposed, the thumping slows to a stand still.
Stigor is rocked by the righteous blow, his chest cavity cracked open and his beating heart is exposed, the thumping slows to a stand still.
Halfling seems to have run off.
Orsin your are certain it was a conjuration (teleportation) spell used, most likely teleportation or dimensional door.
Gerard from your POV, and experience as a rogue, the halfling looks like he vanished or went invisible.
RD 5: Enemy forces
Some of the swordsman who were watching the fight between Stigor and Daniel have become disheartened and have begun to break ranks. The archers and remaining giant, that were not caught in the darkness, begin to flee towards the tree and brush line.
The only enemies not rushing off, or trying to surrender are the Ogres since they are too dimwitted to realize what has happened, the archers in the darkness/silence since they don't know the battle turned, and lone swordsman east of the bug since he has not LOS to what has happened.
The rout is on.
Gerard is overcome with a strange sensation, screaming in to silence.. as if questioning his own words.
MOTHER... GERARD NISROC SEEKS AN AUDIENCE!!!. He wonders if she needed them at all.
Euphemia squints through the pain of getting smashed and tries to cast a spell without being hit further.
Ogre save:
He takes half strength damage.
The weakened ogre tries to hit the witch,
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The last swordman swings at the bug,
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The ogre near Daniel attacks him,
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The archers in the shadows run at full pace in random directions.
The rest of the foes have begun to surrender, break into full retreat, or flee in order to preserve their lives.
HP 72/72 (54/54 10 COn)
Current Saves: F10R4W13
AC: 23/T12/FF23
In hands: Wooden shield+1,Morrowfall
Current BaB: +10/+5
Spells in Effect: Remove Fear on Orsin and Gerard,Euphemia and Giant (+4 to Resist fear 3 minutes)
Remove Fear (2 people) on Lucrezia and Wink(3 minutes +4 Resist fear)
Protection from Energy-Communal(Fire) 9 people. Andrea,Daniel,Orsin,Lucrezia,Euphemia,Wink,The bug,Giant,Gerard
(108 points protection against fire for 6 minutes each. As you take fire damage, subtract it from the total protection. Doesn't last forever)
Bless (+1 Hit/Saves vs. fear 4 minutes)
Magic Circle against evil (+2 AC/Saves in a 10' Radius 65 minutes) on Orsin.
Death Ward on Euphemia,Andrea
Bard Song +2/+2 hit damage
Summon Monster 3/9
Andrea will aim a Searing Light from the Morrowfall at the ogre assulting Euphemia.
STIGLOR IS DEAD! Daniel, Giant! Get away from the bug it will turn on you!
The ogre dies for the light.
The Rogue does not attack the fleeing archers, they move beyond his reach unmolested.
the friendly giant tries to squish the ogre near Daniel,
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The giant easily smashes the ogre's skull.
the bug will each the last swordsman. Then he spends time devouring a few deceased victims. He is not threatening the PCs at this time.
A few minutes later the sound of retreat horns can be heard and a full rout is on as the siege is successfully broken.
"We won... we won?!" Euphemia looks on in surprise as the remaining swordsman is devoured. She turns back to Andrea and gives a happy wave. Still, she has to count heads, especially looking for the formerly-invisible Gerard.
Frank, I think we've done it!
She pets the lump in her dress. Especially when it doesn't talk back. However, she detects the even breathing that indicates the barely-alive hedgehog is taking an impromptu nap.
Marking where the bug had left her its 'treasure', she skips off to find Gerard.
Andrea hurries over to Euphemia, taking a wide detour around the feasting bug. Euphemia! How are you and Frank? I have one Lesser Restoration spell for him if you wish.
Andrea is clearly exhausted and pale from the effects of the poison cloud. Little bastard got away again.
Euphemia is more than happy to proffer the exhausted, sleeping Frank to benefit from Andrea's ministrations.
"Thank you."
About 15 minutes after the retreat horn Dogtongue comes up with his hat bright red and dripping. As he approaches an old green hag appears next to him in full stride.
"Good... well done...'ppreciate th'assistance." she crows, as two swarms of flies buzz around her person.
Daniel continues to survey the field,
Complete the route, where is the Halfling?!
"Oh, "The Dealer" fled th'field of battle." She spits on the ground and it fizzles with the dirt.
Mother's voice is that of an old grandmother, calming and smooth. However, her face is a greenish-gray mass of wrinkles, warts, and scars beneath a mop of coarse, bark-like hair. Her eyes are dark and sagging, but lack any indication of coloration — they’re flat black orbs. She leans heavily on a large gnarled staff and wears filthy rags and dozens of bone and stone fetishes. But perhaps worst of all is the layer of maggots and crawling flies that cover her. With every step, the flies take flight, only to land on her body again whenever she comes to a rest.
She scans the faces of the heroes then stops to look at Euphemia, "My my deary have you grown up." She smiles and her wrinkled face distorts further, "You haven't visited in quite s'time. How's um...what was h's name..Frank?" She cackles which sends a chill in the air and her enormous tree shakes.
Yes, dear.
Give her a two foot tongue and she would be the spitting image of Old Ada back at Mother's temple
Mother of Flies, we came as soon as we could when Madjaw told us you were being attacked by the forces of the Council of Thieves. We are currently struggling against them and learned that you had dealings with the Drovanges that resulted in the birth of Eccardian and Chammady and the deaths of your coven. We seek to break their influence over Westcrown and end the Shadowcurse.
Gerard inclines his head towards Andrea. Dogtongue...
Yes, dear.
Yes..Dogtongue, my error.
"My sweet little apple y'so quick ta the point. Ssssslow down, we'll get there." As he raises her chin to Andrea, three sizable hairy spiders crawl out from under scarf.
I am... It doesn't really matter, does it? For you.. Gerard produces two tokens. Lowering to one knee he offers them to the hag.
They... have destroyed much life. A blink in the eternal eye, but it will take much time to rebuild, regrow in mortal terms. These cannot replace what was lost, but we thought to answer your invitation empty handed would not be proper.
Of course Mother, at your leisure.
She coos warmly at the rogues gesture, her withered palm opens revealing several unusual bugs crawling on her skin, he graciously accepts you putting them in her old hand. Her finger nails are unnaturally long curled and discolored. "Yes, w'll received."
Gerard Nisroc rises, content to be silent and near Euphemia (and Frank).