Luke will use normal movement to work his way along the cliffside in order to stealthily position himself 10 feet above the beast in preparation for a flanking attack.
Stealth - Round 1 Movement:
Stealth - Round 2 Movement:
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Round 1+2:
The time for words spent, Ragnar sets his jaw and prepares for combat.
Muli is at a loss to help in these winds. Without his pack, he makes an attempt to climb the trail. He finds the animals traits don't help, but his size does as he begins to pull himself up.
Round 1
Gorruk grins in delight as he watches both the foolhardy Northman and his giant pet climb towards him, eager to line his stomach further.
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Seemingly oblivious to Luke's flanking climb, the Iss Trow beckons Ragnar and Muli to climb faster, the brutes muscles quivering and twitching in frenzied anticipation...
Skølrykk will wait for the winch to come back down. If this doesn't happen, he will try to climb again.
Climb:
Climb:
Climb:
Looking at the treacherous ground, Kevkul hums a prayer before running deftly across the ice.
Retrofit the above;
The Iss Trow leers as he turns the winch easily with one arm, while the rusted hook weapon held in his other menacingly gouges the frozen ground...
The dwarven priest's enchanted feet easily find footholds and like an armoured mountain goat Kevkul deftly springs up the icy cliff face, finding himself atop and with the trow as company...
Acrobatics:
Yes, I will try to jump on.
As the snow falls ever thicker, the wind whips to a howling gale and no words save those immediate to you can be heard.
Skølrykk makes a running leap and lands on the rising platform. His extra weight causes the trow to grunt and the platform’s progress halts...
The giant Pine-Muli’s claws hook into the icy wall and with bestial nimbleness the transformed alchemist easily joins Kevkul at the cliff’s edge.
Luke takes full advantage of both the conditions and the onset of his companions mass climbing expedition and skirts around behind the trow unnoticed. He creeps directly behind Gorruk and finds himself on a rocky outcrop some 10 feet above the troll...
Kevkul’s uncanny impression of a hasted mountain goat takes Gorruk somewhat by surprise as, like Luke, the dwarf priest appears atop at larger ridge some 10 feet above the clearly angered trow.
Gorruk responds by locking the winch and leering down at its Northmen passengers. He bellows something to them, but the brutes words are drowned in the wind;
Marad ott kicsi Északi hal. ÉN fog visszatér érted mindkettő után ÉN ünnep -ra -a furcsa barátok! = Stay there little Northern fish. I shall return for you both after I feast on your strange friends!
The trow then hefts his blood rusted hook and gives a wide crimson grin before looking first towards the audacious dweorg priest, then the strange giant mearÞ man...
Luke 22
Muli & Ragnar 16
Gorruk 14
Skølrykk 8
Kevkul 6
Round 3:
Perception:
Seeing the trow turn away from them and towards his companions raises Ragnar's hackles. Welling from his Northern loins is a white rage at being ignored and the thought of seeing his friends killed as he stood impotent and idle on the platform. Guttural growl growing in the pit of his stomach, then exploding from his mouth Ragnar gives in to his inner strength.
Sheathing alfur smarta Ragnar moves to the chain that suspends the platform from the winch system. Gripping the chain between his fists Ragnar attempts to haul himself and Skølrykk hand over hand to the top of the cliff. As his cold-bred muscles grow taut he grunts with each surge made to eke them ever closer.
Luke move 5 feet to H10 and fires at the beast with his long bow.
LB ATT:
LB DAM:
Ragnar’s mighty sinews bulge and he hauls himself and his fellow Northman ever upwards until finally the Vikingr find themselves level with the waiting Gorruk...
Luke’s shot catches the wind and it flutters wayward past the trow...
Gorruk Perception DC 30:
... yet the brute fails to notice, seemingly focussed far more on those foes who have scaled the ice wall.
With a crimson chuckle the bulky trow mutters in its grinding tongue;”Ra újabb megfontolások ÉN akarat mászik legyőz és kiváló -a fagyasztott tök később kicsi Északi hal!” before ferociously chopping its heavy hook deep into the winch.
The impact tears shears through the winch post, causing it to buckle and splinter. The chain drops the dangling Northmen a foot or so, and as they feel the rent timber begin to fail...
Wrenching his wicked hook loose, Gorruk roars, showering the snow nearby in red flecked spittle as the cold wind howls ever louder.
Gorruk MW Ogre Hook :
Damage:
Ra újabb megfontolások ÉN akarat mászik legyőz és kiváló -a fagyasztott tök később kicsi Északi hal! = On second thoughts I will climb down and crack your frozen marrow later little Northern fish!
Aye your currently on a ridge 10 feet above the trow. Climbing down is pretty easy for Luke; DC 15 Climb check. Even if you fail Gorruk may not even notice him! Will take 1 round, so Round 5 onwards he'll be ready to rumble...
Put Luke up there just incase you wanted a leaping charge attack on the troll :)
The wind being what it is, Muli steps up and tries to slam a stuffed rodent against Gorruk, knowing the risk of explosion.
Kevkul steps carefully in the lush snow before striking out with his blunt hammer, fully intending to knee cap the giant.
5ft step to K13
warhammer bash:
damage:
Hearing the timber crackle in the cold, Skølrykk Dråthenborn nods to Ragnar and points at the cliff edge. He grits his teeth, and jumps.
Acrobatics:
Luke Drops his bow over the edge of the elevation that he is currently on, then leaps into the air with a ferocious scream whil hefting his greataxe overhead for a downward chop as he charges into a flanking position to J12 from higher ground!
ARRRRRGH!
Acrobatics:
Greataxe ATT:
Greataxe DAM:
Gorruk DC 15 Ref Save:
Gorruk treats the oncoming threat of the jotunn sized man-marten with disdain, presuming its hide would more than cope with Muli’s paltry claws. At the last second the canny trow scents the nature of the volatile rodent and partially sidesteps the transformed alchemist just as he unleashes a fiery detonation!
Muli’s critterbomb explodes with a squeak showering himself and the trow in alchemical sparks that painfully sear Gorruk’s hide despite his evasion.
Above the trow Kevkul’s hammer strike, while meaty enough, fails to connect, clanging off Gorruk’s flailing hook – granting the brute an impromptu (and fortuitous) parry.
At the cliff Skølrykk lands with a grunt, hands digging into snow, ice and scrub as he grasps the edge with the strength of his ancestors...Then from behind a leaping Luke lands, taking the trow by surprise. He aims a mighty swing at the beast’s thews... ... but arrives empty handed as his greataxe remains lodged in the icy ground.
Gorruk smiles maliciously as the wardens attack comes to naught, then the trows beady eyes narrow as it weighs up its next move...
Round 4:
Acrobatics:
Ragnar senses the platform starting to give way beneath him and makes a desperate lunge for safe ground. However the bulk of his armor and shield foul his attempt and he is unable to swing to safety. His arms scrabble at the cliff face as the platform drops, trying to find purchase...
Climb?:
"Chh-Chhh-Chhh-Chhhaaa" Muli chitters at the Trow while claws and teeth emerge from the blowing snow.
As the trow’s hide starts to cool in the frigid wind, Muli opens up two huge slashes with his claws although his needle teeth fail to pierce the brute’s singed skin.
Ragnar drops from view as the platform gives way, but just out of sight the berserker fingers find unlikely purchase in the steel hard ice, and Northern anger fuels his climb back towards the trow...
As the raking wounds upon his hide being to knit and heal, Gorruk, loses himself in his own blood rage and drops his fearsome hook, tearing into this giant-animal-man-who-wields-fire-from-critter-kin with his own claws and hooked fangs;
"Ember állat ki BÁTORKODIK húz a vér -ból Gorruk!! ÉN akarat csákány csontjaitok száraz és csinál vér kolbász -ból -a belek!"
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Ember állat ki BÁTORKODIK húz a vér -ból Gorruk!! ÉN akarat csákány csontjaitok száraz és csinál vér kolbász -ból -a belek! = Man beast who DARES draw the blood of Gorruk!! I will pick your bones dry and make blood sausage of your entrails!
Gorruk HP: 24/45 [10 damage fire damage, 11 can be healed, 5 has been healed]
Round 5:
Gritting his teeth as he holds fast to the cliff, Ragnar allows a breath to pass before he calls upon the strength of his ancestors. Invigorated he tries to man-handle himself up the cliff by sheer bloodymindedness and strength...
Climb:
Mmmmm. Let's say a successful STR check (DC 12) to dislodge the axe and treat as drawing the weapon - ie Luke can then move and attack. Otherwise it proves more tricky to dislodge and he recovers the weapon but can't attack this round...
Seeing Ragnar struggling up the cliff, Skølrykk quickly removes his rope from his bag and tosses one end down to him.
Grab hold! he shouts. When he has, he begins hauling him up.
Strength:
Strength:
Strength:
Strength:
Strength:
Ragnar's blod-minded stubborness and steely fingers mean he does not fall, but neither does he climb.
Salvation comes in the form of a hempen rope offered by his fellow Northman...
Kevkul steps North before continuing his assault on the troww.
attack: in flank
damage:
Ragnar sees the rope thrown over the cliff towards him and spits to the side before howling back at Skølrykk "I'm fine boy, gut the trow" though if Skølrykk persists, Ragnar will move to grasp the dangled rope end.
Luke attempts to dislodge his axe from the ground to attack the beast again.
STR:
A disgruntled Luke spends the next few moments laboring over his stuck weapon.
C'mon...
Don't be a fool! Grab hold! There's no way you'll make it up with that beard weighing you down! Skølrykk calls back.
Muli takes one more careful slash at the Trow, but then backs up before a return slash might find him
Gorruk HP: 29/45 [10 damage fire damage, 6 can be healed, 10 has been healed]
As the Northmen debate the finer points of ice climbing and Luke wrenches his axe free o' its icy sheath with a loud "crack", it is left to Muli and Kevkul to engage the blod-thirsty trow.
The jotunn sized weasel’s claw misses Gorruk by a whisker, while behind him Kevkul’s hammer thuds against the trow’s hide but the impact draws little more than the brute’s ire.
Gorruk wheels on the dweorg and leers at the brave priest, its ridged tongue flicking eagerly between yellowed fangs:
” Bátor kicsi törpe! ÉN akarat héj nyit -a vas bőr és táplál -ra -a felajánl részek!”
Then, as the wounds rent by Muli-Marten’s claws on his pale hide begin to heal, Gorruk brings his own fangs and ice shard claws to bear on the stalwart dwarven priest.
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Bátor kicsi törpe! ÉN akarat héj nyit -a vas bőr és táplál -ra -a felajánl részek! = Brave little dwarf! I will peel open your iron skin and feed on your tender parts!
Round 6:
Rangar holds fast to the rope offered him and uses his feet to brace against the cliff face and help in the climb.
Climb (to help Skol pull me up):
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With Ragnar pulled up, Skølrykk turns his attention to the trow. Look at how his wounds close! We must try something else!
He runs up from behind and grabs the arm holding the hooked hammer.
Grapple:
Kevkul hunkers beneath his trusty shield,turning aside the bite and claw attack before stepping in to press an attack. Kevkul grimly stares at the Jotun words hurled at him, daring Gorruk to press his attacks.
attack:
damage:
Skølrykk follows the trows lead and jumps in tooth and claw.
Luke after finally pulling his Axe free attempts to cleave into the beast.
Axe ATT:
Axe DAM: