Initiative:
Growling furiously at the sight of the enemy wolfkiller, and not having much of a mind for traps, DireAliWolf and Lunas spring forward to the attack.
Init:
Init:
No Romon is still invisible the grin was for the people he could see
Naria 27
Esteriande 24
Muchorak 21
Marak 19
Inakai 17
Ali 13+
Ogre 13
Romon 7
Map..please state your starting and finishing coordinates for round 1.Please note that the entire room counts as difficult going so half movement rates.
If she can see the Ogre she'll take a quick pot shot with magic missile.
If not she will delay till she can move into a poaition to be able to see.
Romon starts at the door. Double move to 06.01.
Inikai advances to 06.03 but still fears some sort of trap.
Grinning back at the creature the Ranger moves into the room and swings his longsword at the beast while navigating the difficulty of the room...
to hit; damage
As her packmates rush in to attack DireAliWolf and Lunas bide their time for the most oppourtune moment to strike.
Esteriande goes on the assault, moving simultaneous with Muchorak .
Attack: Damage:
"You 'ave been a varry naughty boy, and you must be, 'ow you say, shastised ..."
I can't show it on the map but there are pews and other chapel fittings strewn over the floor.It's been a good bit more than 5 rounds since the last ogre died.
I reckon Ali and Lunas can get behind the Target and as he is still flat footed no AoO's as you pass..but it will take two move actions to get there
Spells crash and swords flash...
Since he has a clear shot at the giant Inikai yells "Duck" to his friends then opens his mouth wide and belches forth a stream of fire.
Damage
Reflex Save
The Huge Ogre just fails to duck the fire stream and roars in pain.
He lashes out at Muchorak with his Ogre Hook
Dmaage
MISS!!!!
As the two wolves use their speed to duck past and around their allies, the use their hunting tactics to get behind and flank the enemy.
Nari unleashes another volly of magic missile's
Esteriande hammers in against the brute, her blade flashing.
Attack: Damage:
Attack: Damage:
Muchorak brings his focused rage to bear on the Ogre as Ursus growls and moves up next to him also unleashing his animalistic fury…
Muchorak
HP of
AC 21 (w/)
Fort +12 (w/)
Ref +12 (w/)
Will +6 (w/)
Two Weapon Fighting
hit; dmg
hit; dmg
hit; dmg
hit; dmg
Ursus
HP of
AC 15
Fort +6
Ref +7
Will +5 (+4 vs Enchantment Spells and Effects)
Full Attack
Bite hit; dmg
Claw hit; dmg
Claw hit; dmg
hit; dmg
The ogre reels under the weight of your attack
Ali, Marak and Muchorak still to go before any retaliation
Inikai rushes to close on the ogre and sprouts curling ram horns as he does so. Then he lashes out with his sword and butts with the horns.
Sword
Sword
Horns
Futile critical confirmation roll for attack 1
Damage for first attack
Damage for third attack
The ogre crashes to the floor after Inikais strike and is finished off by the wolves.
Searching the body you aqquire
2 potions of cure serious wounds
+1 hide armour(Large)
+1 human bane ogre hook
Belt of Giant Strength +2
Marak determines that this was a chapel to Erastil and has been converted into a shrine to Lamashtu.
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"Two very different sides of the natural world," Marak says quietly, pondering the transformation this chapel has undergone.
"And a testiment to the futility of such mindless savagry. They cannot build or construct their own places in the world, but must attempt to seize them from others, only to prove incapable of even maintaining them..."
"The ogres are still confronting us individually. It seems that they still don't know of our presence yet, else they would be massing against us in overwhelming numbers."
AliWolf and Lunas sniff out any other exits from the room, searching for spore of more enemies.
"I thought that the snake-women would be rallying the ogres. Perhaps they quit the fort and left the brutes to fend for themselves."
The smell of the dead ogre's burned flesh makes Inikai wince and he stands by the open doorway lessen its effect. Occasionally he coughs out a puff of smoke himself.
In response to Inikai Romon nods, smiles, and taps his temple significantly. "Let's keep it that way."
In response to Inikai Romon nods, smiles, and taps his temple significantly. "Let's keep it that way."
"Their foulness plagues everything touch," The Shoanti looks about, "It will take much work to cleanse this area of such distruction."
"It is a task for tomorrow," Esteriande agrees. She lays one hand on Muchorak's shoulder, and sends a surge of healing energy into him.
Lay on Hands:
"For now, if this was the leader of ze ogres," she pauses and with one stroke of her blade slices the head from the body, and holds it up, her expression grim. "We can display zis to demoralise zem. 'Ere on ze upper floor we can resist zeir assault ze easiest. It will be better zan trying to assault zem in ze courtyard. I suggest we declare ourselves and send our signal."
"If it does not work then we are going to have to fend them off from here, without much possibility of retreat, considering how far we are from the escape tunnel."
Romon looks worried. "Declare ourselves? Wouldn't be better to slink back out of here and let them tear each other apart fighting for who gets to be the new leader? THey might do half the work for us."
"We can make our stand in ze door of ze keep below," Esteriande declares. "When we give ze signal from ze roof, out allies will know to launch zeir own attack. Ze ogres will be leaderless and confused."
Displaying the head will grant you a +15 on intimidate checks against Ogres of the Kreeg Clan.
"Give me a few moments to do something first. I need to better prepare myself for fighting many foes at once."
"I could make 3 of you Invisable which wont wear off if you attack maybe spread some mayhem with that?"
Binding Check
Inikai takes a piece of charcoal from a pouch at his belt and uses it to draw a five foot-wide circle on the floor of the cathedral. ”With the desecration the ogres have wrought here, I can forgive myself for doing this here” he says. After a completing the circle he fills it in with an intricate design. Here and there he stops to refer to a small book in order to be certain that the details of the seal are correct. Once he is finished with the drawing he backs up from the drawing and takes a potion bottle from his backpack. In one quick draw, he drinks the contents down and puts the empty bottle back.
”Marak, if I could ask you for a boon, would you favor me with the benefit of Nethys’s guidance?” Once his priestly friend has done so, Inikai calls out toward the seal in a strong voice. ”Amon, Void Before the Altar, appear before me and then quit this mortal plane! I break our pact and cast you out! Go and settle again in the non-being of your dwelling!”
Spoilered rest for length
Once he finishes, Inikai starts to cough violently. Smoke pours from his mouth and nostrils with each cough and he doubles over as if to wretch. An inhuman growl issues from his mouth and, with a convulsive shake, Inikai belches forth a smoldering mass of coals into the center of the seal. The burning embers adhere to the floor where they transform into a black ram with a serpent for a tail. Tongues of flame spark from the ram’s mouth as it curses Inikai.
”Liar! Oath-breaker! Son of a whoremonger! May the savages outside these walls do for you as was done to your father! Let them skin you and your fellows for leggings!” His serpent-tail hisses and sways threateningly at the others. Then Amon turns his attention to each in turn. His speech is preternaturally rapid and fills the air to the exclusion of all other sound.
To Marak he shouts ”Lowly acolyte of an idiot godling! Your prayers are supplications to an accidental divintity.”
To Muchorak : ”Ignorant savage! You are no better than the brutes outside! But you fight them on behalf of those who took your ancestral lands!”
To Romon: ”Whoreson! Wretched thief! You hide behind your woman rather than behave like a man!”
To Esteriende: ”And the pickpocket has found himself a replacement for this mother! Rut with him as a whore would do if her own son had the asking price!”
Smoke increasingly accompanies Amon’s vitriol and his voice reduces in volume. Soot falls from his fur and his form looks to be crumbling.
To Naria ”You are the get of slaves! Play not with magic for you are unworthy of anything but a wash-bucket!”
Finally, to Ali: ”Flea-bitten, animal! Go about on four legs and sniff at the asses of your fellow dogs!”
Amon’s last outburst culminates in a flash of fire and smoke. When the air clears there is no trace that he ever stood in the drawing on the floor.
Inikai straightens in his stance and wipes black ashes from his mouth. After a few more violent coughs he addresses you all. ”I am most sorry for that. The tales of Amon’s acerbic nature do not do him justice. But, if we are to face foes in great numbers, I need to call on another for power to confront them. It will take only a small span of time and will be less unpleasant, at least.”
"Pleasant spirit, wasn't 'e?" Esteriande says with a Gallic shrug. "To send a signal to our allies I will 'ave to be outside under ze sky, from ze roof would be preferable. 'Owever, I 'ave a few spells I can use to even ze odds against ze ogres yet. Naria, 'ow many of ze spell of speed can you cast still? Zat was ze most useful spell in battle. Also, which of us is ze most skilled at making foes afraid?"
"Again, I am most sorry for that. I still need to call another one. But this one should not be as wantonly belligerent."
"I am practiced in unnerving foes; it is a necessary facet of what I do."Also, I still have five fire-globes that our benefactor gave us in the Bazaar of Sails."
Again Inikai draws a sigil on the floor but this time he uses chalk instead of charcoal. This drawing is more intricate than the first one and contains more wavy lines than straight ones. Those who attempt to follow the lines with their eyes find them confusing and difficult to keep track of.
"And now for the distateful part" Inikai says as he draws his dagger and walks to the body of the slain ogre-giant. He crouches by an unburned area of the of the ogre's leg and cuts a piece of flesh from the body. Then he places the bloody cutaway into the center of the seal and calls out.
spoilered for length
"Shub-Niggurath, Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young, come to me and feed. Walk in the mortal world again and sate your boundless appetite. Taste the meat of existence once more."
For the space of a dozen breaths nothing happens. Then a black mist rises from the seal. Moments later, the lines of the seal seem to writhe and join the solidifying mist. Great tentacles and mouths form in the mist, one tentacle hungrily passing the offered meat to one mouth, and finally, a short pair of black goat-legs forms to support the now-material body of Shub-Niggurath. When it addresses Inikai it does so in an unintelligible language and with an angry tone, speaking from many of its mouths at once.
For his part, Inikai seems somewhat taken aback and unsure of what to say in response to the gibbering mass. Several times he begins to speak but comes up short instead. All the while the hideous vestige garbles and barks out words not understandable by anyone present.
In a short space of time the appearance begins to undo itself. Mouths begin multiply faster than the tentacles that feed them. They begin to turn on the appendages and devour them in a cannibalistic frenzy of self-consumption. The spectacle increases in intensity until it simply eats itself out of existence and leaves nothing of itself in the space it had occupied.
Binding Check
"Well, that was not as bad as I had expected."
To Romon: ”Whoreson! Wretched thief! You hide behind your woman rather than behave like a man!”
Romon's stunned by the intensity and suddenness of Amon's attack. Hurt beneath a composed exterior carefully constructed by years of taunts and jibes on the streets of Magnimar, he can only mumble faintly, "At least I've got a woman...."
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After Inikai is finished, Romon shakes his head. He lays a hesitant , but comeradely hand on his friend's shoulder. "That is some sick s+@!, man. How did you get started on that? Did you just wake up some day and say I'm going to draw pictures and swallow whatever pops out of them?"
To Naria ”You are the get of slaves! Play not with magic for you are unworthy of anything but a wash-bucket!”
"Wa...what? how?" Naria splutters nearly choking in anger at the comments. She looks ready to blast the thing with a lightning bolt except that it crumbles away before she can (Well that and she had no castings of lightning bolt left.)
By the time the second binding finishes Naria has regained her composure somewhat.
"That was.......................Incredible." Naria is almost immediatly upon Inikai questions coming out her mouth in rapid succsion "When could you do that? How long have you been able to? How often can you do it? any long term side effects?" and so on
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Marak shrugs off the creature's offensive comments about Nethys, believing that Nethys himself would find a reply to a creature who has become so irrelevant as to have all but faded from existence to be beneath him. The tentacled creature intrigues him more, and he is relieved when it's manifestation cannibalizes itself out of this world.
He is troubled more, indeed, by Esteriande's plan to use the ogre's head as a grisly warning to its kin, as the mistreatment of remains has always troubled him. He cannot fault the logic, and doubts that the ogres themselves would care one way or the other, but plans to reclaim and inter the remains later, having no desire for the locals to keep the head atop their battlements as a blasphemous trophy.
After Inikai is finished, Romon shakes his head. He lays a hesitant , but comeradely hand on his friend's shoulder. "That is some sick s~*!, man. How did you get started on that? Did you just wake up some day and say I'm going to draw pictures and swallow whatever pops out of them?"
Romon's comment sends Inikai into raucous belly-laughs and he takes several moments to compose himself. "It's not really that interesting of a story, sadly. But I will do my best to embelish it over drinks when we get back to Magnimar."
"That was.......................Incredible." Naria is almost immediatly upon Inikai questions coming out her mouth in rapid succsion "When could you do that? How long have you been able to? How often can you do it? any long term side effects?" and so on
Inikai does his best to keep up with Naria's barrage of questions but ultimately falls well behind the sorceress. "I can call upon two of them in a day...I have not risked more so far...This is the first time that I expelled one...Side effects? I am not sure..."
The two wolves, Lunas understanding hardly anything of what is said, and Ali hardly much more, with the rapidity of it, crouch and growl at the apparitions, their hackles rising is both fear and threat.
Once the spectacle is over, AliWolf hesitantly approaches Inikai and, after sniffing him several times to make sure, gently licks his hand once.
Lunas seems significantly less forgiving and keeps a wide berth from the binder, still giving a low growl any time he looks in Inikai's direction.