The elves accept their commands and rush forward on foot.
Leaving the flying to the giant owl, my hands move quickly and precisely as they send a storm of arrows towards one of the giants
Two of Shaylar's arrows sink into the giant's hide
The giant howls, while his companions shrug and continue their work.
Three giants fling their boulders at the wall.
But the wounded figure throws his rock at Shaylar.
All three boulders aimed at the walls strike true, pounding into the structure.
Meanwhile, the boulder aimed at Shaylar also strikes the elf, glancing painfully against his hip and almost throwing his mount off its course.
Helakuu and Soranna push the limits of the spell, at least knowing that it is quite a bit faster than any other viable method.
Harek drives his boots into his mount's flanks, calling for battle and death to fall upon the evil giants.
"Ye've picked da wrong city ta fight, Ye daft smelly wool headed ninnys! Now ye die in blood an' pain!"
Run up to about 70' away from the closest giant, leaving a good charge line if possible.
Leonar continues to fly toward the Giants, casting Call Lightning Storm as he did so.
Suppressing a cry of pain "Yikes, that was entirely too close. And it hurts!" I taunt the giant, trying to make it angry enough to miss with his next throw. "That the best you can do? You sure you're one of those feared hill giants? The ones that can so accurately throw rocks? Maybe you're some sort of watered-down bloodline? I mean, my dead mother could throw harder than you just did. Maybe we should raise her and ask her to teach you? What do you think? Or is thinking beyond your meager abilities as well?"
Helakuu and Soranna push the limits of the spell, at least knowing that it is quite a bit faster than any other viable method.
Shaylar kills his giant foe. It collapses in a shuddering mass of flesh and a boulder rolls from its position down the slope, gently passing Harek and nestling in a boggy ditch.
Casting Time 1 standard action
Components V, S, F (a wing feather)
Range touch
Target creature touched
Duration 1 min./level
Saving Throw Will negates (harmless); Spell Resistance yes (harmless)
The subject can fly at a speed of 60 feet (or 40 feet if it wears medium or heavy armor, or if it carries a medium or heavy load). It can ascend at half speed and descend at double speed, and its maneuverability is good. Using a fly spell requires only as much concentration as walking, so the subject can attack or cast spells normally. The subject of a fly spell can charge but not run, and it cannot carry aloft more weight than its maximum load, plus any armor it wears. The subject gains a bonus on Fly skill checks equal to 1/2 your caster level.
Should the spell duration expire while the subject is still aloft, the magic fails slowly. The subject floats downward 60 feet per round for 1d6 rounds. If it reaches the ground in that amount of time, it lands safely. If not, it falls the rest of the distance, taking 1d6 points of damage per 10 feet of fall. Since dispelling a spell effectively ends it, the subject also descends safely in this way if the fly spell is dispelled, but not if it is negated by an antimagic field.
The nearest giant turns his attention to Shaylar.
The others bombard the wall.
Throwing wildly, even one of the boulders misses the wall, thrown so high that it bounces a few times and then digs into the earth 40ft short.
With a quick motion and a few words not heard over the din of the battle, Helakuu winks out of existence. Soranna keeps up her flight, drawing her bow as she starts to get into range.
As eagle Leonar flies closer, he directs a lightning bolt at the closest giant.
Damage
Harek charges the closest giant, axe held high and brought down with a powerful overhand blow.
charging power attack, for magical slashing damage.
"Yer doom wears a beard, an' he calls himself Harek Ironshirt! Ye gonna bleed an' die, yes fool giant!"
Once he gets close enough to one of the giant's to make an accurate charge, Ambrose kicks Smoke into full tilt, readying his lance to impale one of these large invaders. How good it feels to be in the saddle again, charging down a foe on the open field!
Mounted Lance Charge Attack:
Damage:
Aleste, also atop a giant owl, adds an arrow to the attack.
The second giant is gasping in pain, seriously bloodied but somehow remains standing.
The elves continue to run forward until they get in range to loose their arrows at the giants.
Still circling around in the air above the giants a satisfied smile creeps onto my face when I see the first giant fall. Looking around for my next target, I see one of the giants already seriously booded. Retrieving the next series of arrows from my quiver, I unleash yet another storm of arrows.
Shaylar's first arrow fells the wounded giant and the others immediately turn their attentions to the heroes, ignoring the walls as they fight off this pesky pale-folk threat.
However, Shaylar also lands an arrow in another giant.
One throws at Shaylar.
While the uninjured one hefts its club and charges for Ambrose.
A powerful blow smashes into Ambrose.
Helakuu continues zipping forward, though it is doubtful anyone sees him. His allies may notice a whooshing sound as he flies by, though he is still a decent distance from the giants. Soranna, tired of moving so slowly, knocks an arrow and releases it at long range at the one that has been slightly bloodied. She hopes for a lucky hit.
Harek laughs in glee as he's splashed with giant blood. He moves on to the next giant, forgoing a charge to his defenses high.
"Say goodbye te yer hamstrings, ye oversized pile a rotten bear fur an' drek!"
Defensive chop, no power attack for now: to hit, for magical slashing damage. Current AC vs giants: 38
Ambrose reels from the terrible strike of the giant's club, but does not give quarter to the invader. He presses Smoke in for the attack, able to move into close quarter's with the giant in a swift step to avoid another blow from the club. As the steed moves, Ambrose draws his blade and rains a fury of attacks down on the giant, motes of chilling arctic light enhanced by the daylight aura burning around him. Smoke adds her own strength to the fight, lashing out with hooves and teeth.
plus cold
plus cold
Teyani and the other three Lions of Brindol thunder forward in formation, whipping up into a charge on the giant nearest them.
The giant swings for Harek as he moves in to attack.
Harek, Ambrose and Teyani all tear into the wounded giant and it reels, blood pouring from many wounds, but does not fall.
Harek's arrows cut across the sky.
Shaylar's first arrow finishes off the wounded giant.
His last strikes the remaining immense foe.
The creature is wild-eyed as it moves up to swing at Harek, spluttering out in rough common, "Dirty, darn dwarfy."
Eagle Leonar flies closer and directs another lightning bolt at the closest giant.
Damage
The elves run forward for another round, pulling their longbows as they did so.
"Aye, dat's right, ye big daft sack o' rotten maggot meat! An' dis darn dwarf gon' chop yer bloody ankles clean off 'a yer legs!"
Stepping in close, Harek delivers precise, defensive strikes at the giant, intent on toppling his over-large foe.
Defensively attack, no power attack: to hit, for magical slashing damage; to hit, for magical slashing damage.
Helakuu, still invisible, zips forward and up a short bit, stopping briefly to concentrate on a spell. He mutters the words, "sparkle in the night, glitter in your eye!" He appears to pull a pinch of something out of a pocket and then flips it in the air towards the giant. A little above and behind the giant is a large explosion of sparkling glitter, which falls to the earth, coating everything.
Casting Time 1 standard action
Components V, S, M (ground mica)
Range medium (100 ft. + 10 ft./level)
Area creatures and objects within 10-ft.-radius spread
Duration 1 round/level
Save Will negates (blinding only); SR no
A cloud of golden particles covers everyone and everything in the area, causing creatures to become blinded and visibly outlining invisible things for the duration of the spell. All within the area are covered by the dust, which cannot be removed and continues to sparkle until it fades. Each round at the end of their turn blinded creatures may attempt new saving throws to end the blindness effect.
Any creature covered by the dust takes a –40 penalty on Stealth checks.
Helakuu, now visible, chuckles at the sight of the sparkly giant.
Soranna moves up, now a little more confident in her range to target, and looses an arrow at the remaining giant.
for
Ambrose directs both Smoke and his fellow Lions to move in on the last giant, blades ringing down in a furious chant on the brute as they seek to end this threat for good.
plus cold
Your collective assualt overwhelms the giant, you hear a thin cheer from the battlements as the last giant falls and know that work crews should even now be repairing the damage.
You look around the low rise and see no allies alongside the giants.
Huge sacks lie on the floor beside the piles of boulders but they are not large enough to account for all of the boulders you see.
The gaints themselves wear scrappy, ill-kempt and motley leathers but each has a huge sash bearing the image of a red hand. Beside their might clubs, each giant has a large leather bag on its hip.
perception
"Incoming gobbos. Bigguns, maybe a couple hundred hobs. Can't see da gear er banners, dunno how dey are set up. Figger we burn a couple, drop some trebuchet rocks on em, an' fall back at da kill zones. But first..."
Harek stomps over to the giants, pawing through their bags in a search for people, gold, or other valuables.
"Dis what ya got coming fee ya, gobbos! Did means yer death!"
He beheads the closest giant and quickly ties it's hair to his saddle, then prepares to head back with the others.
2,540 gp
190 pp
24 gems and pieces of jewelry worth a combined total of 2,500 gp
a +1 arrow catching light wooden shield
+1 warhammer
Harek paws through the nearest giant's bag.
The first bag is, for you, a massive sack, and contains a fine-looking light wooden shield, a small casket studded with opals and full of coins, and a dozen necklaces.
Then decapitates the foe.
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Leonar’s bolts disrupt the troops movements. Landing amidst a tight-packed phalanx, the soldiers are jumping about and watching the skies until a commander orders them back.
In the flash of the last few bolts, you see the commanding hobgoblin calling up archers.
Shaylar lands to rest his owl but remains mounted, watching carefully.
When the final giant collapses, Ambrose raises his lance high to display the pennon affixed to it, letting out a roar of victory, if only to bolster the morale of the troops that can see. He does a swift scan of the area to ensure that his side had taken no casualties in this bout, and gives an approving nod to Teyani and the other Lions of Brindol.
When Harek mentions the oncoming force, Ambrose turns his eyes to the distance. He watches Leonar's display for a few moments, squinting at the lightning bolts as they fall amidst the advancing army.
"Archers and mages setting up over there," he says to those around him. "I'll contact Lord Jarmaath and the others."
He then speaks into his mind.
Lord Jarmaath, the giants are slain. A contingent approaches with archers and spellcasters. What are your orders.
"The city has been breached! Form up, back to the walls!" Ambrose kicks into Smoke, bringing the mare up onto her hind legs as he yells out. "For Brindol!"
My lord, hold fast, we are on our way!
Upon the awaited command, Helakuu hollers to Soranna, ”stay low, back to the walls. I’ll meet you there.” With that he angles up and back towards the city, using his faster flight to gain altitude while his archer friend moves straight back towards the walls. His goal is to get a wide view of the city as they come into town.
In animal form, the Druid can’t communicate with the archers. He can however, screech and point towards the rest of the team heading back to the walls. He flies back as quickly as his large wings carry him.
"Dog's b#+*~+&s an' blast ye take hell, ya dammed gobo scum!"
Harek follows Ambrose, dragging the severed head (and bag of loot if possible) back to the city proper.
"Too much runnin' an chasin' fer proper fightin', here. Ain' no good tunnels er passages ta block an' hol' like right good dwarf cohorts shoul'"
He continues to grumble and kvetch all the way back.