Zekal quickly ducks into the room behind Crom but is brought up short when he sees the giant. "Gods preserve us, you cannot be allowed in the world." He snaps off a quick arrow as he stops moving.
Crom curses as the cleaver penetrates his armor. "If you giants weren't so stupid you'd be dangerous."
"Uh, hands for a horse?", asks Lys quietly as she throws a look around the room, not really wanting to ask what's in the stew. Raising the crossbow towards the giant's fat, mishapen head, she pulls the trigger, sending a bolt directly in his forehead.
The ogres in the towers shoot at Wulfrum.
The fat hill giant attacks Crom with his giant cleaver. He carves some meat off the dwarf.
crit
hit
Crom = AC 25 & 83-9-34=40/90
Lys = AC 21 & 66/66
Nerak = AC 14 & 48/48
* Nox = AC 27 with DR 2/- & 84/84
Gwenhyfar = AC 23 & 27/27
Wulfrum = AC 28 & 60/60
* Zekel = AC 19 & 51/59* –2 penalty on attack rolls, saving throws, ability checks, skill checks, and weapon damage rolls
Taking another quick step into the room Zekal launches a pair of arrows at the finger eating giant.
Wulfrum began to move around the corner but saw there was no room in the building let alone the fight at this moment. He looked up towards the other Giants and nodded. "Alright, I'll take a look at this one then."
"Crom!", shouts Lys as she sees the cleaver bite deep into the massive dwarf, blood splattering everywhere. Bolts start flying towards the giant as she lets out an angry scream, as she tries to pin as many bolts in as many of the giant's vitals as she can.
Crom grits his teeth and presses the attack as he sidesteps to his left. "Nice one, fingers. My turn!"
; power attack
; power attack
Taking another quick step into the room Zekal launches a pair of arrows at the finger eating giant.
Wulfrum began to move around the corner but saw there was no room in the building let alone the fight at this moment. He looked up towards the other Giants and nodded. "Alright, I'll take a look at this one then."
"Crom!", shouts Lys as she sees the cleaver bite deep into the massive dwarf, blood splattering everywhere. Bolts start flying towards the giant as she lets out an angry scream, as she tries to pin as many bolts in as many of the giant's vitals as she can.
Crom grits his teeth and presses the attack as he sidesteps to his left. "Nice one, fingers. My turn!"
The ogres in the towers shoot at Wulfrum.
Hill giant AC 21, touch 8, flat-footed 21
Crom = AC 25 & 83-9-34=40/90
Lys = AC 21 & 66/66
Nerak = AC 14 & 48/48
* Nox = AC 27 with DR 2/- & 84/84
Gwenhyfar = AC 23 & 27/27
Wulfrum = AC 28 & 60/60
* Zekel = AC 19 & 51/59* –2 penalty on attack rolls, saving throws, ability checks, skill checks, and weapon damage rolls
Wulfrum opens the door in front of him.
Behind the door, Wulfrum sees a relatively empty room with some scattered rat droppings and broken objects. Behind the crowded dining room, he also sees two stairs up to the second story of the guard towers and another single door into the base of another guard tower.
Wulfrum bellows over his shoulder "You lot go ahead, I'm gonna take care of some archers" he said before stepping up to the stairs and starting up them with some difficulty thanks to his size.
Zekal steps behind Crom and whispers a few words before placing his had on Croms back.
"Please aid us who keep the wilds safe."
Crom closes his eyes briefly as he is engulfed by the warm glow of healing. "Thank you, brother. Now, let's get to giant killin'!"
He quickly scans the room and them moves to the room's interior door and opens it.
"That's the spirit. Lead on brother Crom."
Seeing the cook fall, Nox heads for the double doors at the other end of the room, Gwenhyfar trotting warily behind.
Wulfrum squeezes up the stairs and through another single door. He finds the upper guardroom offering a splendid vantage of the surrounding countryside through arrow slits. There are two other single doors presumably to the battlements atop the curtain wall. There are no stairs up to the top of this guard tower where that longbow wielding ogre is. The stairs must be somewhere else.
Zekel heals Crom.
Crom opens the door to the larder. Assorted foodstuffs were once stored in this large pantry, but its contents were much more macabre during the fort’s final days. Today, the room contains several barrels of rendered fat cultivated from the many victims of the fort’s current cook, the hill giant Mubs.
Opening the next set of double doors, Nox sees A giant table spanning the entirety of this long room. A headless, fire-blackened horse torso, eviscerated from throat to navel, lies atop the table. The hollow carcass is stuffed with an even more macabre offering of charred humanoid arms, complete with crisp and curled fingers reaching in vain for salvation. The walls are covered in crude graffiti written in Giant and Orc.
A giant rotting hand rocks unsteadily, propped upon thick, stubby fingers. Its pale, necrotic flesh pulses and crawls with sickly boils off the table and attacks Nox.
Giant crawling hand AC 19, touch 13, flat-footed 16
Hill giant AC 21, touch 8, flat-footed 21
Crom = AC 25 & 40+20=60/90
Lys = AC 21 & 66/66
Nerak = AC 14 & 48/48
* Nox = AC 27 with DR 2/- & 84/84
Gwenhyfar = AC 23 & 27/27
Wulfrum = AC 28 & 60/60
* Zekel = AC 19 & 51/59* –2 penalty on attack rolls, saving throws, ability checks, skill checks, and weapon damage rolls
"Well now what fresh hell is this?"
Zekal steps back against the wall and fire a single arrow to see if it is effective.
"Well.... its undead and if you cut or pierce it puss that comes out, makes you sick as well as causing more damage I think. Nasty thing. Best to not let it get too close. Oh, its a hand, probably try and grab you too."
Nox backpedals, trying to open up enough space to use his longaxe. Then he strikes at the disembodied hand.
As her master backpedals, Gwen dashes forward to attack the strange creature.
If no suitable targets are within sight, an affected creature instead attempts to eat itself, gnawing on its fingers or limbs or carving off pieces of its own flesh, dealing an amount of damage to itself each round equal to 1d8 + its Strength modifier.
Lys' eyes widen open as she sees the horrid carnage. She lets out a disgusted gasp and reaches to cover her mouth, but the horrid creature shakes her out of her incoming nausea. Desna, this is... almost as bad as Nirmathas..., she chokes on her words as she wordlessly lifts her crossbow towards the massive hand. A bolt embeds itself all the way to the feathers in a finger, followed by two more into the hand's sickly white flesh. Curse this place., she thinks, the rancid stench continuing to assault her nostrils.
Crom begins to drool uncontrollably. "By Gorum, all this killin' has made me hungry! So hungry that I could eat ... a giant sized dwarf!
Aye, dwarf meat sounds tasty right now!"
He turns and regards Nox with a wide eyed, evil smile and then double moves to the ranger with his axe ready.
"Well now what fresh hell is this?" Zekal steps back against the wall and fire a single arrow to see if it is effective.
Nox backpedals, trying to open up enough space to use his longaxe. Then he strikes at the disembodied hand.
As her master backpedals, Gwen dashes forward to attack the strange creature.
Lys' eyes widen open as she sees the horrid carnage. She lets out a disgusted gasp and reaches to cover her mouth, but the horrid creature shakes her out of her incoming nausea. Desna, this is... almost as bad as Nirmathas..., she chokes on her words as she wordlessly lifts her crossbow towards the massive hand. A bolt embeds itself all the way to the feathers in a finger, followed by two more into the hand's sickly white flesh. Curse this place., she thinks, the rancid stench continuing to assault her nostrils.
Crom begins to drool uncontrollably. "By Gorum, all this killin' has made me hungry! So hungry that I could eat ... a giant sized dwarf! Aye, dwarf meat sounds tasty right now!" He turns and regards Nox with a wide eyed, evil smile and then double moves to the ranger with his axe ready.
Crom = AC 25 & 60/90
Hill giant AC 21, touch 8, flat-footed 21
Lys = AC 21 & 66/66
Nerak = AC 14 & 48/48
* Nox = AC 27 with DR 2/- & 84/84
Gwenhyfar = AC 23 & 27/27
Wulfrum = AC 28 & 60/60
* Zekel = AC 19 & 51/59* –2 penalty on attack rolls, saving throws, ability checks, skill checks, and weapon damage rolls
Unsure exactly what to do about Crom Zekal looks back and forth before deciding on what he will later think is a stupid idea.
He gestures and uses a simple cantrip to create two gallons of water directly above Crom's head.
Nox looks at Crom, uncomprehending. "If you're that hungry, maybe try this crazy hand." he says, gesturing. "I'd cook it first."
Wulfrum walks over and opens one of the doors in an attempt to see if he can't find the stairs up to the Orge Archers.
Crom sputters as the water washes over him. "Laddy, me thinks I'll be gnawing the flesh from your hand. Just one hack will do ya. They'll be callin' you stumpy when I'm done with you. Now, hold still!"
; power attack
; power attack
Wulfrum walks over and opens one of the doors in an attempt to see if he can't find the stairs up to the Orge Archers.
He walks out on a battlement and moves to the another door to enter the next guard tower.
Crom = AC 25 & 60/90
Hill giant AC 21, touch 8, flat-footed 21
Lys = AC 21 & 66/66
Nerak = AC 14 & 48/48
* Nox = AC 27 with DR 2/- & 84/84
Gwenhyfar = AC 23 & 27/27
Wulfrum = AC 28 & 60/60
* Zekel = AC 19 & 51/59* –2 penalty on attack rolls, saving throws, ability checks, skill checks, and weapon damage rolls
I should be easier to restrain.
Zekal drops his bow and steps forward while he yells to Nox.
He reaches out and attempts to rest his hand on Croms back.
So, is he still an ally?
As a standard action, you can touch an ally and remove onecondition affecting the ally by transferring it to yourself. This transferlasts a number of rounds equal to your cleric level, but you can endit as a free action on your turn. At the end of this effect, thecondition reverts to the original creature, unless it has ended or isremoved by another effect. While this power is in use, the target isimmune to the transferred condition. You can use this ability anumber of times per day equal to 3 + your Wisdom modifier.
Creative. Technically, he's no longer an ally, but the rule of cool. Sure, I'll allow it.
If no suitable targets are within sight, an affected creature instead attempts to eat itself, gnawing on its fingers or limbs or carving off pieces of its own flesh, dealing an amount of damage to itself each round equal to 1d8 + its Strength modifier.
And Crom recovers.
Crom turns, aghast at his actions. "It's magical trickery! We gotta pin Zekal until it wears off!"
Seeing that one door opening isn't enough, he chooses to open the next and continue his stomping towards the archer's den!
"Ow!" Nox roars, as Crom's axe sinks into him. a moment later, when Zekal transfers the affliction and Crom comes to his senses, Nox steps forward and attempts to use his bulk to hold Zekal.
I should be easier to restrain. Zekal drops his bow and steps forward while he yells to Nox. "Trying something here. Be ready to restrain me, I am unarmed." He reaches out and attempts to rest his hand on Croms back. And Crom recovers.
Crom turns, aghast at his actions. "It's magical trickery! We gotta pin Zekal until it wears off!"
"Ow!" Nox roars, as Crom's axe sinks into him. a moment later, when Zekal transfers the affliction and Crom comes to his senses, Nox steps forward and fails an attempt to use his bulk to hold Zekal.
Seeing that one door opening isn't enough, he chooses to open the next and continue his stomping towards the archer's den! He enters another empty guard tower with a staircase that he squeezes to head upstairs. He finally arrives face to face with a deformed ogre who looks frail and emaciated, with a third vestigial arm, and fires his longbow.
Crom = AC 25 & 60/90
Hill giant AC 21, touch 8, flat-footed 21
Lys = AC 21 & 66/66
Nerak = AC 14 & 48/48
* Nox = AC 27 with DR 2/- & 84/84
Gwenhyfar = AC 23 & 27/27
Wulfrum = AC 28 & 60/60
* Zekel = AC 19 & 51/59* –2 penalty on attack rolls, saving throws, ability checks, skill checks, and weapon damage rolls
Wuflrum is beginning to sense a pattern. He opens another door and steps through.
Crom shoots down and attempts to grapple Zekal. "Now, hold still Zeke. You ain't right in the mind."
; Zekal will get an AoO
Wuflrum is beginning to sense a pattern. He opens another door and steps through.
Wulfrum spits on the ground as the arrow pings ineffectually off his shield. "Aye, you think you can actually hit me?" he says before raising the warhammer and charging forward and slamming hard into the Ogre.
Neither dwarf can get a good hold of the nimble cleric, unarmed he tries to simply punch Crom when he attempts.
"Ahhh, Crom you were right. You do look so..... tasty. Just a finger or a foot! You wont miss it."
As drool starts to drip from his mouth he grabs the knife on his belt and again lashes out at Crom.
Lys groans, nervously pacing around. "Hey, put the knife down, Zekal. Bad, bad idea.", she tries defusing the situation the best way she can. Moving around, she moves her way around Zekal, then unceremoniously gives her crossbow an apologetic glance, and slams the stock into the back of the archer's knee. The archer buckles, undoubtedly more of surprise than pain. "Heh. Heh-heh.", she grins, shouldering her crossbow. "Pin him now!", she shouts at the dwarf next to her.
Grit: 3/4
"Come back here!" Nox says as Zekal slips his grasp. He grabs for the slippery human again.
Nerak simply stands by for now. Ready to send out a spell should anything threaten him.
Wulfrum spits on the ground as the arrow pings ineffectually off his shield. "Aye, you think you can actually hit me?" he says before raising the warhammer and charging forward and slamming hard into the Ogre.
The ogrekin drops his longbow and draws his ogre hook. He slashes and cuts the giant dwarf (-2 for charge, right?).
Zekel is grappled by Nox.
Crom = AC 25 & 60/90
Hill giant AC 21, touch 8, flat-footed 21
Lys = AC 21 & 66/66
Nerak = AC 14 & 48/48
* Nox = AC 27 with DR 2/- & 84/84
Gwenhyfar = AC 23 & 27/27
Wulfrum = AC 28 & 60/60
* Zekel = AC 19 & 51/59* –2 penalty on attack rolls, saving throws, ability checks, skill checks, and weapon damage rolls
Zekal writhes in Nox's grasp his mind racing.
They are my friends but so hungry. How many fingers between them..... they don't need all.
"Let me go. Ten Finger Nox, give me one!! I can heal it back, you are perfect."
Nox writhes in the grasp trying to revers the grapple so he can take a good bite.
Managing to hang on while the crazed human rants about eating his fingers, Nox then body-slams him into the floor. Glancing back at the others, he says "Somebody get some rope and hog tie him, I can't hold him all day."
Crom will assist Nox in holding down Zekal. "Keep 'em pinned until it wears off!"