troll
troll
giant
Chwaer is unprepared for Storn to run past her. She curses and runs up to join him, "that's the plan?! Antagonize them and then wait for them to pound us?!" She taps her axe against her buckler and watches the trolls and giant, trying to appear unassuming next to the larger Warpriest.
"We don't usually wait, unfortunately," Sander quietly observes.
The trolls rushed Storn, braving his weapons to get in close and smash the wearer of that horrible breastplate. The warpriest took a hit from a claw, but he stood his ground. Chwaer, having rushed out in front, found herself facing the giant alone, and his greataxe swept down, slicing through robes and armor.
Storn takes a hits for 10 damage
Chwaer takes a hit for 13 damage
R1: quill, chwaer, trolls, giant, storn, sander, molly
R2: quill, chwaer, trolls, giant, storn, sander, molly
current status:
chwaer 56/69
molly 43/43
quill 51/51
sander 71/71
storn 57/67
troll (yellow) -23
troll (blue) -0
giant -0
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Round 2
Quill 5' steps to J13 and fires thrice at yellow.
to hit;
magic cold iron damage;
to hit;
magic cold iron damage;
to hit;
magic cold iron damage;
AC 19
HP 51/51
Bless: 1/7 used
Ferves: 2/7 used
SacWeap: 0/8 used (+1,swift)
PoP 1: 0/1 used
To Hit: +6 BAB, +5 Dex, +1 WF, +1 Magic +1 PBS -2 DA =+12
Damage: 1d8 + 1 Str +1 magic + 2 weap spec +1 PBS +4 DA = +9
[ dice]1d20+10-2[/dice] to hit; (-rapid,+PBS)
[ dice]1d8+9[/dice] cold iron damage.
[ dice]1d20+9-2[/dice] to hit; (-rapid,+PBS)
[ dice]1d8+10[/dice] cold iron damage.
HP 55/55 (+16 for extract)
AC 22, touch 14, flat-footed 19 (inc. barkskin, mutagen)
Fort +11 (+6 vs. poison), Ref +10, Will +4 (+2 vs. fear)
CMD 18
Bombs: 0/12; Mutagen: 1/1; Spontaneous healing: 0/20; Blast
Sipping jacket: Bomber's eye (0/8); +10 range increment, +1 to hit
Effects: +4 Con (+2 Fort saves), +2 AC, -2 Cha; barkskin (+3 AC)
Extracts; Blast Finesse ritual: []
1st (5/day): bomber's eye [x], ant haul [], enlarge person [], shield [][]
2nd (3/day): alchemical allocation [][], barkskin [x][]
3rd (2/day) fly [], invisibility [], fly []
Sander edges a bit closer and tosses the unerring grenade toward the trolls.
"Hold them there," he calls, unsure exactly when it will blow up .
Molly moves forward and tags the giant with an Evil Eye Hex, seeking to weaken it.
Chwaer is about to slide up to join Storn when she hears Sander call out and watches a bomb fly over her head. She lifts her shield to hopefully deflect any splash and stays where she is, swinging her axe at the troll's leg.
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Storn laid into the trill in front of him with the longspear, driving the blade in deep and holding the troll in place long enough for Quill to send a pair of arrow into the creature, which tumbled backwards. Quill adjusted his aim on the third shot and sent it into the other troll. It staggered, then again as Chwaer started hacking at its leg like she was trying to fell a tree. Sander threw his grenade, and it bounced off Chwaer's raised shield to land behind the troll, its fuse hissing away.
The troll lashed out at Storn, and the big man took a heavy claw swipe, but managed to fend off the other blows. The giant lashed out at Chwaer, who ducked uder the blade and rolled up under the giant's legs. The great beast spun in place, looking for the agile dwarf, who was trying desperately not to look straight upward under the giant's loincloth!
Storn takes 8 damage
R2: quill, chwaer, trolls, giant, storn, sander, molly
R3: quill, chwaer, trolls, giant, storn, sander, molly
current status:
chwaer 56/69
molly 43/43
quill 51/51
sander 71/71
storn 49/67
troll (yellow) -107 (down)
troll (blue) -69
giant -0
Chwaer gasps as she sees what the giant is packing and decides that might be the best way to cut him down to size. She jams the axe straight up and slices side to side.
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Round 3
Quill fires thrice at blue.
to hit;
magic cold iron damage;
to hit;
magic cold iron damage;
to hit;
magic cold iron damage;
AC 19
HP 51/51
Bless: 1/7 used
Ferves: 2/7 used
SacWeap: 0/8 used (+1,swift)
PoP 1: 0/1 used
To Hit: +6 BAB, +5 Dex, +1 WF, +1 Magic +1 PBS -2 DA =+12
Damage: 1d8 + 1 Str +1 magic + 2 weap spec +1 PBS +4 DA = +9
[ dice]1d20+10-2[/dice] to hit; (-rapid,+PBS)
[ dice]1d8+9[/dice] cold iron damage.
[ dice]1d20+9-2[/dice] to hit; (-rapid,+PBS)
[ dice]1d8+10[/dice] cold iron damage.
Molly fixes her Evil Eye on the cave giant, trying to wear down its defenses next!
Molly fixes her Evil Eye on the cave giant, trying to wear down its defenses next!
Molly moves forward and tags the giant with an Evil Eye Hex, seeking to weaken it.
HP 55/55 (+16 for extract)
AC 22, touch 14, flat-footed 19 (inc. barkskin, mutagen)
Fort +11 (+6 vs. poison), Ref +10, Will +4 (+2 vs. fear)
CMD 18
Bombs: 0/12; Mutagen: 1/1; Spontaneous healing: 0/20; Blast
Sipping jacket: Bomber's eye (0/8); +10 range increment, +1 to hit
Effects: +4 Con (+2 Fort saves), +2 AC, -2 Cha; barkskin (+3 AC)
Extracts; Blast Finesse ritual: []
1st (5/day): bomber's eye [x], ant haul [], enlarge person [], shield [][]
2nd (3/day): alchemical allocation [][], barkskin [x][]
3rd (2/day) fly [], invisibility [], fly []
Sander edges a bit closer and pulls a tangleburn bag, which he throws at the troll.
Roaring with delight, Storn takes a sidestep. "Pour some acid on that one that's down!" He twists his mega-spear into place and goes stabbity at the troll between him and Chwaer.
Storn thrust his spear into the vitals of the remaining troll, then twisted, opening a gaping wound that the troll's regenerative powers wouldn't be closing quickly. The troll collapsed, leaving Sander a clear shot at the giant. The bag flew accurately, splashing on the giant and missing Chwaer. The giant burst into flames, which dripped down around the mouser in streaming blue and yellow blobs. In its panic, it caught Molly's eye, flinching away at the darkness of spirit it saw there. Quill managed to land a shot, but it was the newcomer who landed the killing blow. Chwaer slashed her battleaxe straight up between the giant's legs, catching it a blow that severed the giant's femoral artery. She dove to the side to avoid both the falling giant and the splashes of blood that fountained out of the wound.
In mere moments you had defeated foes that would have seemed an impossible task a few months ago. You are getting stronger, and learning to work together to take down horrific foes.
The trolls themselves lie on the floor their wounds slowly sealing up, thanks to their regenerative powers. The real question now is, do you have any more acid?
"Hold on," Sander says, "the bomb should go off any second!"
The bomb did indeed go off, showering the area in fire and shards of clay. Still, the trolls' wounds continued to close at a slow rate.
Storn lets out an approving roar as the giant and trolls go down. He gives Chwaer an approving nod. "I think we're gonna kill a lot of giants together."
Storn waits patiently for someone to acid the trolls. "If we don't have acid get that ant haul thing on me and I can just carry them into the sun."
"Quit thinking passive aggressively at me Quill, I can feel you being all judgey. Also get a real weapon."
Storn sets to work beheading the trolls, having been properly shamed by Quill.
Chawer watches them work, a bit squeamish to join in just yet. Instead she wipes the blood and viscera off her gear, "so acid, eh? Wish we would have known that!"
"We did," Molly says as she comes gliding up to the Dwarf, her eyes glittering weirdly in the gloom. "But only since yesterday. Tricky to get acid all the way out here."
"I have acid!" Sander says in exasperation.
He proceeds to split a vial between the two trolls, ending their lives. They'd do the same to him, he knows, if not worse.
Once everyone's ready, he hands out extracts, giving Storn draughts of ant haul, enlarge and fly, as well as invisibility, while he, Quinn and Chwaer split another potion of invisibility and alchemical allocations.
HP 55/55 (+16 for extract)
AC 22, touch 14, flat-footed 19 (inc. barkskin, mutagen)
Fort +11 (+6 vs. poison), Ref +10, Will +4 (+2 vs. fear)
CMD 18
Bombs: 0/12; Mutagen: 1/1; Spontaneous healing: 0/20; Blast
Sipping jacket: Bomber's eye (0/8); +10 range increment, +1 to hit
Effects: +4 Con (+2 Fort saves), +2 AC, -2 Cha; barkskin (+3 AC)
Extracts; Blast Finesse ritual: []
1st (5/day): bomber's eye [x], ant haul [x], enlarge person [x], shield [][]
2nd (3/day): alchemical allocation [x][x], barkskin [x][]
3rd (2/day) fly [x], invisibility [x], fly []
With Storn enlarged, flying and invisible, it was a mater of only a few minutes to fly from the caves of the Dark Passage to the Cathedral of Minderhal. He easily flew over the palisades with no giant the wiser, and set down near the rear of the building, next to the doors that Molly pointed out.
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Quill tries not to make too much noise as the party lands near the doors. Yet, he feels the need to say something after that very uncomfortable ride. He spends several moments trying to get his underlinens out from his bottom crack.
”Storn, did you *have* to hoist me by *that* particular item of clothing!” Quill grumbles in a higher than usual tone. He glares at Storn invisibility, not wanting to break the spell just to show his displeasure.
He looks at the door, ready to move in if it looks safe.
Perception
Chwaer vacillates between terror and joy as they fly to the door. She remains quiet though, not wanting the ride to end.
She checks out the door when they land, careful not to touch anything.
Sander takes a deep breath and adds some unstable accelerants to one of his bombs before tucking it back into his pouch.
"Is someone going to open the door?" he whispers after a few moments, completely unsure where everyone is. "Who's going in first?"
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As Storn gives Quill the greatest or perhaps worst wedgie of his life, he ascends into the airs. The glory of the mountains spreads out before him as he leaves the ground for the first time in his life. Little critters/companions cling over him. He thinks he stuck someone in a bag. It doesn't matter. This is beautiful. Glorious.
Finally, he descends to the ground to a spot that looks relatively secluded. He releases Quill from his atomic wedgie and lets out a peaceful sigh as he comes back into sight.
"That was amazing. I have a new outlook on life. All of the valley stretched before me. Even the giants were tiny. It humbles a man."
Smiling, he detaches the spear from his back which, while enlarged, it about the size of a small house. "Let's go kill everything here."
Storn waits for Chwaer to check out the door, assuming that because she's shorter than him she's probably good at traps. After that's done he yanks it open and stomps in.
"Well, now. We should talk about that more, later," Molly whispers, smiling at Storn's comments on flying. Then she ghosts through the gate.
Sander follows a few moments after Storn opens the door, hoping he's between Storn and Chwaer in the front, and Molly and Quill behind.
"Let me know if you're going to shoot, son," he whispers -- hopefully -- to the elf, "so I know to duck!"
Being invisible should really make him feel safer, not more endangered, he thinks.
Initiatives:
Chwaer
Molly
Quill
Sander
Storn
giants
Everybody indicated they were ready and Storn opened the door with the stealth and tact he was known for. The doors slammed open to reveal a large round chamber that had obviously been converted to a barracks of some kind. Most of the beds were empty, but the sound of the doors rebounding off the stone walls woke the three giants sleeping in there. Groggily they sat up and rubbed their eyes, not quite prepared for the storm that had come upon them.
R1: chwaer, storn, sander, quill, moilly giants
Chwaer wonders what the giants will think about all the noise without any visible source, I hope they can't see us. She moves quickly toward he giant in the back, setting up near the foot of its bed, ready to attack if given the opportunity.
Hoping he won't bump into the others, Sander moves behind the bed, hoping it can give some cover if he needs to start throwing bonbs.
Molly stalks forward, but lurks near Storn's position, ready to hex whichever giant he ends up attacking first.
Storn has absolutely no idea where anyone is. Being both a wiseman and an idiot, he waits long enough for everyone to get into position before he gets to stabbing.
Mega-Storn appears, looking appropriately giantish before stabbing the nearest giant lots of times.
Everyone moved in different directions. Well, almost everyone. Molly actually bumped into Quill and the two of them nearly tumbled to the ground before grabbing and steadying each other.
With his voice raised by his stature, Storn roared his challenge to the giants and thrust his spear into the nearest sleeping figure. The giant roared in pain and leaped to his feet, grabbing up the tree-trunk club laying beside him. He thrust the club forward in a straight jab that blasted past Storn's defenses and knocked the air out of him. The other two giants also came to their feet, rushing towards the lone invader.
R2: chwaer, storn, sander, quill, molly, giants
current status:
chwaer 56/69
molly 43/43
quill 51/51
sander 71/71
storn 49/67
giant (white) -24
giant (yellow) -0
giant (blue) -0
As the giant begins to rise from the bed, Chwaer swings her axe at its leg.
for 8 are Precision
Chwaer buried her axe in a giant's leg as he rose, and in return the giant smacked her on the head with hs club. Stars flashed in the dwarf's eyes as she tried to blink away the pain.
Storn took 14 damage in round 1.
Chwaer took 16 damage in round 1.
R2: chwaer, storn, sander, quill, molly, giants
current status:
chwaer 40/69
molly 43/43
quill 51/51
sander 71/71
storn 35/67
giant (white) -24
giant (yellow) -0
giant (blue) -0
Chwaer sees stars of her own as the club slams into her head. She grins and starts chopping away at the giant's legs and feet.
for 8 are Precision
for 8 are Precision
Molly targets the giant that just hit Chwaer with her Evil Eye Hex!
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Round 1
Quill 5’ steps to CL22 and fires thrice at white (switching to yellow if white goes down).
to hit;
magic cold iron damage;
to hit;
magic cold iron damage;
to hit;
magic cold iron damage;
AC 19
HP 51/51
Bless: 1/7 used
Ferves: 0/7 used
SacWeap: 0/8 used (+1,swift)
PoP 1: 0/1 used
To Hit: +6 BAB, +5 Dex, +1 WF, +1 Magic +1 PBS -2 DA =+12
Damage: 1d8 + 1 Str +1 magic + 2 weap spec +1 PBS +4 DA = +9
[ dice]1d20+10-2[/dice] to hit; (-rapid,+PBS)
[ dice]1d8+9[/dice] cold iron damage.
[ dice]1d20+9-2[/dice] to hit; (-rapid,+PBS)
[ dice]1d8+10[/dice] cold iron damage.