GM Bigrin's Giantslayer (Inactive)

Game Master bigrin42

"No, you don't, stinky!"
Molly says as she darts forward, chants words of necromantic power, and slaps the bear on the back!

Molly moves to HP - 57, flanks with Kipa, casts Inflict moderate wounds. Touch attack 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 5 + 2 = 15 for 2d8 + 6 ⇒ (2, 1) + 6 = 9

Round 2

Quill stands his ground and fires twice at the giant bear, though his bow is less effective.

1d20 + 9 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 9 + 3 = 31 to hit; (+DF)
1d8 + 9 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 9 + 3 = 15 magic cold iron damage. (+DF)

1d20 + 9 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 9 + 3 = 25 to hit; (+DF)
1d8 + 9 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 9 + 3 = 15 magic cold iron damage. (+DF)

Storn's ears prick up as he hears the unmistakable sound of a clavicle breaking. Ripping his spear out of the giant, he toss it aside, yanking out Gorum's Thorn as he closes in.

Attack+Flank+Haste: 1d20 + 11 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 11 + 2 + 1 = 20 Damage: 2d6 + 6 + 6 ⇒ (2, 4) + 6 + 6 = 18

Moving to HN -57 to attack, dropping spear, drawing greatsword while moving to attack.

Seeing his friends come to help, Kipa bits down to fight through the pain. He swings at the bear with all he has in hopes of laying the thing low. "We really need to talk about some antibear arrows...

The bear died under the onslaught, having survived its master by only a few moments. The pair had nothing of real value on them, other than a ring that the ettin had on a chain around his neck.

Spellcraft 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (10) + 13 = 23

"Nice! A ring of swarming stabs!" Molly says. "Kipa, this's right up your alley, innit?"

Sander looks vaguely ill as the murder hobos descend upon the freshly slain corpse to loot it of anything it may have had of value and is ready to move on.

"Maybe we're getting close if that ettin was just kicked out of the army? Quill, can you follow their tracks?" he asks.

Quill slowly stops firing, looking for more big giants and ugly bears, and only relaxes after no more show up.

”Well, okay, giants that can literally talk to themselves. That’s weird, right? I mean, really weird.”

If nothing else, Quill will be ready to continue on.

"I can follow tracks too! If your society is based around a punching-mammoth hierarchy you need to find the fuzzy bastards." protests Storn as he brings out his wand of clavicle-unbreaking before unceremoniously jamming it into the wound and wrenching upwards to set the broken collarbone before blasting the little halfling with healing energy. "Good as new. Try to get muskox bile and put that in a smoothie, it will help your bones grow strong."

CLW: 5d8 + 5 ⇒ (1, 7, 1, 7, 2) + 5 = 23

Storn recovers his mega-spear, breaks a tree with a steel-handed punch, and takes off after the giants' tracks.

Survival: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

Falling backwards onto the ground "Healing please...."

When he hears Molly about the ring "That sure does ! If no one else would mind..... Barly waiting for relies from the other Kipa slips the ring on to one of his fingers and flexes a bit to adjust to the new addition. "thanks everyone. So where to now my friends?

Need about 23 HP heal please

Ninja'd my post, you're healed up!

Quill readies to follow Storn, but will be double checking his work as he's sure that Storn will likely lead them to a local brothel or fighting pit by 'accident' if left to his own wanderings.

Tracking the ettin is easy enough, given the enormous feet and the bear's clawed footprints. The trail leads a mile or more down the river, then cuts across at a ford. On the far side of the ford are three giants with overlarge misshapen heads, laying into each other. In giant speech they are apparently blaming each other for their inability to get into the Storm King's army. Empty jugs at their feet and slurred speech indicate that they are quite drunk. As you watch, one of the giants punches another, teeth spraying onto the ground. At this, Storn lets out a guffaw, and all three giants turn towards you and bellow a challenge. Forgetting their squabble, they grab up their clubs and prepare to give you a good thumping!

Nice job, Storn!

"Well?" Molly says, eyeing Storn coldly while she gestures at the oncoming Giants. "You riled 'em up. Go get 'em."

DM Bigrin, would it be alright for me to have used our time getting here to activate my pearl of power and re-learn Burning hands?

The group quietly waits in the bushes, watching the giants bicker with each other. As they turn to discuss plans, there is the slight snap of a twig when Sander steps down a little too hard. Storn sternly shushes Sander. "Shhhh..."

Then he sees the giant get punched. "BWAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! RIGHT IN THE FACE! Hahahhaa, ahh that was great! Right in his stupid face!" With the giants clearly ready for a fight, Storn, still laughing, casts an armouring spell before he starts clanking towards the fight.

"hehehhee... we should let them come to us. We've got cover and they don't. Teehee!"

Casting ironskin so AC is now 23, moving to K7.

Rolling his eyes, Kipa should have known that STorn would react like that. Good man but sometimes....

Kipa moves into the woods and tries to hide so that he can jump out from behind and support the others with a bit of flank help.

stealth: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (15) + 19 = 34

Knowledge (local): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

"They're some type of giant, that's for sure," Sander says, though he can't quite remember what kind.

Firbolgs, maybe?

@Molly - sure. Don't let my pushing you forward get in the way of RP and post-combat actions.

The giants came splashing across the river, and you can see that the ford is nearly three feet deep in the middle. Kipa and Sander would both have trouble crossing.

Anyone want to confirm Sander's suspicion they're firbolgs?

Seeing the giants approach, but still far enough away that he probably would have trouble hitting them even with the extract infused into his coat, Sander drinks his mutagen, feeling his skin thicken and his heart begin to pump more strongly (and not just because of the approaching death).

He holds his ground, hoping Kipa will let the giants get a little closer (though not too close!).

Molly slightly shifts her stance, keeping a careful eye on the approaching behemoths.

Going into Snake Style stance. Looking for a good setup to cast Lightning bolt.

Round 1

”Fir-bogs? Uhm, okay, if you say so Sander, but I think ‘Oak-swamps’ would be just as good a name. Or maybe ‘Elm-fens’, instead?” Quill shakes his head, trying to get the weird, made up names out of his ears.

Quill opens up on the lead giant thing.

1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 9 + 2 = 15 to hit; (+bane)
1d8 + 9 + 2d6 ⇒ (5) + 9 + (3, 4) = 21 magic cold iron damage. (+bane)

1d20 + 9 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 9 + 3 = 19 to hit; (+DF)
1d8 + 9 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 9 + 3 = 15 magic cold iron damage. (+DF)

Storn grins as he realizes they aren't flinging ranged weapons at the group, and simply holds still with his mega-spear, waiting for the giants to come. He mutters a quick prayer to Gorum, blessing the group with united smashing-powers.

"That's it, line up all nice..."

Casting bless so everyone gets their +1s, and then popping a fervor for divine favor. Reminder giants need to make a DC 16 will save or take a -4 to attacks and saves once within 30' of Storn.

Kipa sees the others set up for the charge of the giants, hoping they draw their attention. When he can easily get some flanking on them, he will spring out and do . his thing.

hold action until the giants move closer. Hiding in the woods till then
stealth: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (19) + 19 = 38

Not pausing, the giants ran forward with clubs in hand. The led one was hit by one of Quill's arrows, but snapped it off with an angry brush of its arm.

"Eep!" Sander squawks as the giant gets way too close way too fast.

He steps back and throws a couple bombs at it, ice forming on its extremities.

5-ft. step to G-6
Bomb (ranged touch), point blank range: 1d20 + 12 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (14) + 12 + 1 - 2 = 25
Damage (cold damage), plus DC 14 Fort or be staggered next round: 4d6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (4, 1, 1, 5) + 3 + 1 = 15

Bomb (ranged touch), point blank range: 1d20 + 12 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 12 + 1 - 2 = 15
Damage (cold damage), plus DC 14 Fort or be staggered next round: 4d6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (2, 2, 3, 1) + 3 + 1 = 12
Splash damage (just in case it misses, though I'm guessing that should still hit): 8 (DC 14 for half)
Miss direction: 1d8 ⇒ 8

Round 2

Quill fires again on the lead Elm-fens thing, then 5’ steps back.

1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 9 + 2 = 17 to hit; (+bane)
1d8 + 9 + 2d6 ⇒ (6) + 9 + (2, 5) = 22 magic cold iron damage. (+bane)

1d20 + 9 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 9 + 3 = 30 to hit; (+DF)
1d8 + 9 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 9 + 3 = 13 magic cold iron damage. (+DF)

Taking a 5 foot step so that he can line up with Storn, Kipa springs out and surprises the giant, aiming for vital points. Anything to help lay him down low quickly.

Molly jogs around Sander, briefly crosses Quill's line of fire -- and unleashes a blast of lightning that should strike all three enemies!

Witch to H4, around behind Sander. Lightning bolt on giants for 6d6 ⇒ (4, 6, 3, 5, 2, 2) = 22 electricity damage, Ref. DC 17 for half. Snake style: AC to 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (4) + 13 = 17

Storn has ludicrous reach right now so gets an AoO.

Attack of Opportunity (Bane, Bless, Divine Favor): 1d20 + 10 + 2 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 10 + 2 + 1 + 2 = 16
Damage (Divine Favor, Bane): 2d6 + 7 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (4, 4) + 7 + 2 + (1, 3) = 21

Storn's steel hand thankfully hangs onto the spear after a disastrous attempt to make with the stabbing. Seeing a target nicely sandwiched between him and Kipa, he gets to work trying to extract some organs.

Power Attack (Bane, Bless, Divine Favor): 1d20 + 10 + 2 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 10 + 2 + 1 + 2 = 19
Damage (Divine Favor, Bane): 2d6 + 13 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (3, 3) + 13 + 2 + (3, 6) = 30

Gee it'd be nice to roll above a 5. Note all the giants need to make DC 16 will saves, or take -4 to attacks and saves! This would apply before that lightning bolt.

Storn misses his attack with the awkwardly long spear as the giants close, but the armor does the trick. Two of the giants looked visibly ill as they moved in, and that kept them from being able to dodge Molly's spell. The lightning crackled, and all three of the giants danced with the electricity jolting through them. Then Quill's arrrows cut through the air. One missed, because of Molly's hair obscuring most of his target, but the other took the lead giant in the chest, staggering her as Sander's bombs fell onto the creature and finished her off. The remaining giant saw its fellows fall and took a desultory swipe at Sander before turning and running away.

Round 3

”Come back here! Did you not see Storn’s armor! How are you not kicking his ass!?”

Quill moves 30’ to his left to G10 and fires once at the fleeing fir-fens.

1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 10 + 2 = 26 to hit; (+bane)
1d8 + 9 + 2d6 ⇒ (2) + 9 + (5, 1) = 17 magic cold iron damage. (+bane)

Sander -- have narrowly avoided instant death at the paw of the giant -- has no inclination to pursue, stopping and looking around to make sure there are no others coming.

"I guess we're getting closer," he says, once the others have brought the fleeing figure down or let it go.

"Don't let the creep get away! We can't risk it blabbing on us to the army!" Molly snaps as she unslings and loads her crossbow.

Seeing the other 2 fall Kipa looks over at the last standing giant, yelling in its natural tongue "COME ONE BUG GUY! ARE YOU SCARRED? IF YOUR FILTH LORD IS AS WORTHLESS AS THESE TWO, THEN WE HAVE NOTHING REALLY TO WORRY ABOUT DO WE?"
Whispering over to the others For the love of all that is good make sure this thing goes down

With that he gets ready for it to move closer

Hold till the giant moves up. I may be away this week for the holidays. Hope to be back aspa but please feel free to Bot me if needed.

Storn roars with irritation as the giant flees, and he quickly sends a giant magical greatsword spinning after it.

Spiritual Weapon (touch): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9 Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

Quill's arrows took the fleeing giant in the back and killed it. Rifling through the bodies, you find nothing of worth. Apparently, if you aren't good enough for the Storm King, you really are the dregs of giant-kind.

Beyond the river, the trail is full of giant tracks, and following any one set is beyond even Quill's expertise. The ford takes you across the major river, but tributaries leading to the north and south seem to be equally traveled.

Sander shrugs and points north.

"I guess we might as well try that way if we've got no better thoughts. Unless someone wants to try to climb or fly up and see if they can see anything from higher up?"

Can offer an extract of fly to someone if they want.

North or South?: 1d2 ⇒ 1

Happy New Year, everyone!

PLEASE 2019 HAVE MERCY WE HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO GIVE. ahem.

Storn nods over to Sander. "Let's send Kipa or Quill up with some of your fly-juice to scout things. I don't want to go the wrong direction, people may think I'm stupid then."

Quill grins as his arrow finds its mark and fells the giant. He blows on Deathwhisper, as if that it might make the bow stay as good as it is.

”This is a good bow, Molly,” Quill quips, pleased that it kills some giants so well. ”Well, wait Sander....we should go right. Always go right, that’s right, you know?”

I think we want to go south to continue on with the always right theme of our explorations.

That's fine with me. I was just trying to push. That said, if someone wants to scout, go for it, and I'll mark off the extract. You guys may want to put some ranks into Fly as we move forward, for that matter.

"Of course it is. I enchanted it," Molly says with a quick grin.

"One downside to sending folks out flying, fellas; Giants will be able to spot 'em easy. If we stay on the ground, we at least get cover from the trees. I'd like ta recommend something different; if y'all look out for birds, I might be able to persuade some of 'em ta do some scouting for us."

"Sorry Sanders but I like her idea better. Cover means less chance of being swatted at by a giant. But I am more then happy to scout out ahead on the ground."

Kipa spends a few moments to make sure he is not leaving anything behind after the fight or that the giant left anything behind after he died. Looting and such as a rouge should

Once he is set, Kipa looks at the group Ok, lets keep an eye out for a bird for Molly but I can move a bit a head in the mean time and look out. This is the way we are going correct?. Pointing in the direction they were heading in before the fight, Kipa waits for the rest of the party to adjust the heading then moves forward. He keeps about 100 feet ahead, keeping to cover and wooded areas as much as he can.

Stealth: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (9) + 19 = 28
perception to look out for other giants: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (3) + 14 = 17
If Kipa sees a giant or anything that can cause trouble, he carefully makes his way back to the party to give them a heads up. The follwoing stealth roll is for that.
Stealth: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (3) + 19 = 22

Heading along the southward trail, you follow the river until it narrows to little more than a stream. The path is relatively easy, though the thin air in the mountains makes the elevation changes hard for some. It is difficult to maintain full stealth and alertness on a continual basis, especially with the beauty of the mountain pass all around you. That is, until Kipa spotted something on the ground ahead. Everyone held their weapons ready as you approached the form. Great rivulets of blood snaked into the nearby stream, turning the water at its edge a pinkish hue. The blood came from a giant's corpse, currently being ravaged by scavengers. Four creatures, a horrible mix of stag, hawk, and wolf tore into the corpse. Despite your cautious approach, the creatures turn to look at you, snarling and flaring their wings to scare you away from their meal.

"Relax, we don't want his meat," Molly calls out to the ... creatures. "Matter o' fact, we could point you to three more like that one, still pretty fresh, if yer willin' ta chat a bit."

Oooh, one of my favorite creatures!

Knowledge (arcana): 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (4) + 13 = 17

"I think those are perytons!" Sander cautions, stepping back. "Be careful, they can rip the heart out of a man ... and halflings too! We should probably give them their space."

”Peri-fauns, Sander? They don’t look like fey to me, but they *do* seem half this and half that, so maybe...”

Quill keeps far away from the creatures, trying to keep in any tree cover.

”Yeah, they are pretty ugly. Let’s not start a fight if we can avoid it, especially if they are feasting on giants.”

One of the creatures snarls at you, then oddly begins to speak from the wolf muzzle. "Look, brothers. Fresh meat. Beat's day-old giant, now doesn't it?"

All four of the creatures turned to attack, teeth bared.

Pulling on the extract soaked in his jacket to increase his range, Sander doesn't wait for the birds to get any closer, throwing two bombs as hard as he can.

"Don't let them get close!" Sander yells.

Targeting AF-11 with both bombs, so AG-10 should get hit with the splash both times. -2 for rapid throw, -4 for range
Bomb (ranged touch): 1d20 + 11 + 1 - 2 - 4 ⇒ (16) + 11 + 1 - 2 - 4 = 22
Damage (cold damage), plus DC 14 Fort or be staggered next round: 4d6 + 3 ⇒ (4, 2, 3, 4) + 3 = 16
Splash damage: 7 (DC 14 for half)

Bomb (ranged touch): 1d20 + 11 + 1 - 2 - 4 ⇒ (10) + 11 + 1 - 2 - 4 = 16
Damage (cold damage), plus DC 14 Fort or be staggered next round: 4d6 + 3 ⇒ (3, 5, 3, 4) + 3 = 18
Splash damage: 7 (DC 14 for half)

Hopefully Quill can put that one down before it gets a chance to get off the ground.

Round 1

”Oh yeah? If you want to eat me, you’re going to have to go through Storn first!” Quill 5’ steps to P12 and fires without cover. He aims for the one that Sander wounded.

Suckers will be so full from eating Storn that maybe they won’t need to eat me.

1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (12) + 9 - 2 = 19 to hit;
1d8 + 8 + 1d6 ⇒ (8) + 8 + (4) = 20 magic cold iron fire damage

1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (17) + 9 - 2 = 24 to hit;
1d8 + 8 + 1d6 ⇒ (3) + 8 + (1) = 12 magic cold iron fire damage