GM Bigrin's Giantslayer (Inactive)

Game Master bigrin42

Whoops I forgot to apply the effects of enlarge person. -2 AC, +1 damage, and an increased damage die.

Damage from Last Round: 3d6 + 9 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (3, 3, 5) + 9 + 6 + 1 = 27

Storn gets bonked by a giant and quickly shakes his head to clear the stars before attacking again!

Attack: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (9) + 11 = 20 Damage: 3d6 + 16 ⇒ (5, 3, 3) + 16 = 27
Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19 Damage: 3d6 + 16 ⇒ (5, 4, 4) + 16 = 29

Reminder storn is using giant's nail scale armour. DC 16 will save or -4 to attacks and saves.

Sander takes a deep breath and then launches two bombs toward the nearest giant.

Assuming they're not something with blue skin or otherwise exotic, he throws a couple frost bombs at the nearest one. If they do have blue skin, use fire bombs instead. If yellow goes down before I act, I'll take a 5-ft. step to the northwest and target white instead.

Bomb (ranged touch), point blank range, Rapid Shot: 1d20 + 12 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (14) + 12 + 1 - 2 = 25
Damage (cold damage), plus DC 16 Fort or be staggered next round: 4d6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (3, 6, 1, 1) + 3 + 1 = 15

Bomb (ranged touch), point blank range, Rapid Shot: 1d20 + 12 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (13) + 12 + 1 - 2 = 24
Damage (cold damage), plus DC 16 Fort or be staggered next round: 4d6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (1, 1, 6, 2) + 3 + 1 = 14

Chwaer continued hacking away at her giant's leg, trying to bring the behemoth down by herself. She hacked a wedge out of the leg, and the creature looked as if it would fall before swinging down at the dwarf, who nimbly dodged aside.

Storn's blows were deflected by his primaty target, but the giant's melee defense left it open to Sander's freezing bombs. Under the explosions, one of Quill's arrows sneaked through. The giant remained standing, still swinging his greatclub, thoough it looked as if he were on his last legs. Of course, those last legs were still very strong, and the giant smashed Storn in the face with his club. As Storn was blinking the stars from his eyes, his left eye saw nothing but darkness as another club came in from that side. Then, both eyes saw darkness as Storn hit the floor. The giant with the yellow feather fetish tied around its neck stepped up tot he doorway, planted a foot on Storn's body, and launched an attack at Quill that barely missed the archer.

Chwaer dances beside the bed as the giant tries to hit her and fails. She slips in closer and twirls her axe around its nether regions, "this one's excited to see us!" she calls out to the others.

+2 dwarven waraxe 1: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (5) + 17 = 22 for Dmg 1 +Precise Strike: 1d10 + 8 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 + 8 = 25 8 are Precision
+2 dwarven waraxe 2: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (11) + 12 = 23 for Dmg 2 +Precise Strike: 1d10 + 8 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 + 8 = 18 8 are Precision

Underfoot Panache 1/3 remaining

Round 2

Quill 5’ steps to CM24 and fires thrice at yellow.
1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 10 + 2 = 27 to hit;
1d8 + 9 + 2d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (6) + 9 + (4, 4) + (2) = 25 magic cold iron damage;

1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 10 + 2 = 32 to hit;
1d8 + 9 + 2d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (8) + 9 + (1, 1) + (2) = 21 magic cold iron damage;

1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 5 + 2 = 20 to hit;
1d8 + 9 + 2d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (1) + 9 + (6, 1) + (1) = 18 magic cold iron damage;

Pot crit:
1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 10 + 2 = 22 to hit;
2d8 + 18 ⇒ (2, 1) + 18 = 21 additional damage;

"Storn!" Sander can't help exclaiming as he sees the big man fall ... again. "Molly, help him!"

He pulls on the extract in his jacket and throws a couple more bombs right into the face of the nearest giant Assuming Quill took care of yellow, so white, but if not, the attacks and damage each get +1

Bomb (ranged touch), Rapid Shot: 1d20 + 12 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (18) + 12 + 1 - 2 = 29
Damage (cold damage), plus DC 16 Fort or be staggered next round: 4d6 + 3 ⇒ (6, 6, 4, 5) + 3 = 24

Bomb (ranged touch), Rapid Shot: 1d20 + 12 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (15) + 12 + 1 - 2 = 26
Damage (cold damage), plus DC 16 Fort or be staggered next round: 4d6 + 3 ⇒ (5, 5, 2, 1) + 3 = 16

Storn roars as the giants come in before he's promptly bludgeoned half to death. He crashes to the ground thunderously and twitches a lil.

Molly claps a hand to the recumbent mega-Storn's forehead, praying under her breath that her martial training will keep her safe...!

Healing hex to Storn for 2d8 + 7 ⇒ (5, 8) + 7 = 20 hp.
Snake style sets AC at 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (10) + 13 = 23 vs the nearest giant.

Chwaer finally finished chopping through the giant's leg, and the creature fell to the ground, bleeding out from the stump. The other giants fell to a hellish combination of frost bombs and electrified arrows. Taking a moment to breathe, you look around while Molly gets Storn back up to his feet. By the time she had healed and woken him, and he had gotten his wounds taken care of, Sander's embiggenment spell wore off, and he was back to his normal size.

Chwaer wipes her blade off on the bed and joins the others around Storn. "That was exhilarating! I'm going to take a look around." She wanders off, quaffing a potion as she looks for anything interesting.

Perception room: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (7) + 12 = 19  +2 to notice unusual stonework
CLW potion: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Panache 2/3 remaining. HP 49/69

Sander waits nervously for Chwaer to report. In the meantime, he closes the door behind them and creeps forward to the northern-most bed to wait for the dwarf's report. Then he pulls out his first extract of shield, which he plans to drink before he takes another step. Going to wait until Chwaer gives us some indication of what's ahead, so as not to waste any of the duration.

Quill moves in to make sure the giants are dead, and then to recover his arrows.

high is good: 2d2 ⇒ (1, 2) = 3

"Well, okay, we might have done that more quietly. Or not," Quill says, but still quite happy with the start. "3 dead giants is a good start. Now, let's get healed up and do more."

Quill will check all the bunks and the tapestries, poking around with his bow.

Chwaer, Sander, and Quill, please make a Fort save!

As Quill and Chwaer began searching the room, they found much of the loot that they had not been finding on the giants themselves, stuffed into footlockers or shoved under the filthy mattresses. There was a lot of trash, but here was also a fair amount of coins and gems, and a few other pieces as well. One belt in particular seemed to radiate strong magical aura. Not strong as in the strength of the aura, but as in the effect. It was a belt of giant strength, fitting in this environment. They also found a large iron spike that seemed magical, a couple of potions, and a suit of armor.

While they were searching and Storn was recovering, Sander leaned up against one of the bunks to wait. He scratched at an itch on his forearm, then idly swatted at something crawling there. Looking down, he saw a flea about 3 times larger than the typical member of the species. He flicked it off his arm, but another quickly took its place. Looking over to the bunk, he saw it was teeming with the creatures, all of whom seemed intent on swarming him. Quill and Chwaer found similar swarms on the bunks they were searching, both team members quickly getting covered in the nuisances.

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20 Fort

Quill flicks off a few of the fleas, jumping back from the infestation...but was he strong enough?

When he gets away from the bad things, he will help ID the loot:

1d20 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13 Spellcraft - belt
1d20 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14 Spellcraft - spike
1d20 + 11 ⇒ (1) + 11 = 12 Spellcraft - armor

Chwaer swats at the fleas and moves away from the bed, stomping on a few of them in her haste.

Fort: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21  +2 vs poison and spells

How is loot size handled? Is everything large and we therefore can't use it? Does magical gear resize to the wearer? I know you can use an oversize weapon buy can you wear a too big belt?

Magical armor and items automatically resizes. Weapons do not.

Whoops thought I posted.

After being healed, STorn grunts his thanks and grabs his wand before draining it like a medieval juice box.

CLW: 8d8 + 10 ⇒ (6, 8, 3, 6, 1, 8, 3, 5) + 10 = 50

Healed up, he gets to his feet to look around the room as everyone tosses the joint. Quietly, he mutters something to himself about starting at range so the archers can do their thing before he gets swatted with clubs.

"Hrmph, this handy steel... hand of mine does what the belt does - only more Gorum-y. Someone else should take it... those are big bugs."

Knowing full well he doesn't want to get covered in mega-fleas Storn keeps a safe distance.

Storn doesn't need to belt - and miscellaneous magic items resize I'm pretty sure.

"Ewww!" Molly says when she sees the others swatting, and takes cover behind Storn. "Gross! Keep away until you guys are sure you're rid of those!"

Oh, man... The memories! XD
I once DM'ed an AFF game where the PCs were exploring Port Blacksand's less salubrious areas and inadvertently picked up fleas. The players spent most of the session discussing the best way to get rid of the little parasites. Finally, they wound up paying their innkeeper for a hot bath and dunked themselves while still wearing their clothes and gear!

Fort save (+6 vs. poison): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15 That's not great; hope it's vs. poison, which would be +6

"Gah," Sander exclaims, jumping away from the fleas as he starts scratching the sudden itches.

Chwaer, do you want the belt? You're more likely to be in melee...

Chwaer shakes her head at Sander as she continues to wiped off fleas, "you may have noticed I'm not the your usual burly dwarf, I try and be fluid. While most of my cousins go for power, I try for finesse. Of course that does mean that I can't carry much!"

Chwaer is a Dex build with 11 Str :) She can use the belt if nobody else needs it, but won't really gain much other than climb/swim.

I could take it too, I suppose -- I have a heavyload belt right now, but this would make me a little more useful if I do ever get into melee. Chwaer, do you have Dex to damage? If not, I'd say you should take it. If it is just the two skills, I'll claim it instead and you can have my heavyload belt.

Yup - Dex to Dmg and CMD. Belt swap works for me.

The fleas were a nuisance, but not much more than that. All the trio had to do was get away from the infested bunks and spend a minute or so squishing fleas. The larger fleas were easy to hunt down and squash, but their bites left large welts that itched like mad. Still, it wasn't so bad that it wold affect their ability to scout and fight. With a few minutes of swapping equipment and squishing fleas, you were ready to move forward.

Sander exactly made the DC

Quill spends a few moments squishing fleas, something he didn’t think he’d ever have to do, but here he was. ”Well, is everyone healed and belted up? Shall we look at those doors over there?”

Quill points to the double doors that probably lead deeper into the building.

”Hopefully, there won’t be TOO many more giants around here, but maybe there will be.”

Quill waits at the doors, with bow ready.

Listening through the next set of doors, Quill could hear heavy footsteps and the sound of metal scraping along stone.

Chwaer grabs her pack and roots around for a moment, "seems I lost my cure wand when I had to flee before. I have a couple potions, but could I bother someone for a heal? After seeing how hard that last giant hit Storn, I'd rather be at 100% when we run into anymore. If we ever see another trader, next wand is on me" She finally finds one of the potions and quickly quaffs it.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2  ouch
Panache 2/3, HP 51/69
Chwaer is down quite.

"It sounds like there's something on the other side," Sander says. "I guess we should plan to just rush in and kill it? We could also try to crack open the door and I'll throw in one of the orc bombs, then we could rush in when we hear it blow up..."

I want to try to save some of my alchemist bombs for what I assume will be the big fight at the end of this...

Quill nods, and clicks his bow to crackle with electricity before the door is to be opened. He’s ready to kill whatever is dragging around on the other side of the door, but also hopes its nothing threatening or mean.

Maybe it’s just someone setting a table for a nice dinner for us.

CLW: 2d8 + 2 ⇒ (2, 5) + 2 = 9

Storn zaps Chwaer a couple of more times. He shakes the wand and listens to it. "Almost empty, but I think Molly or Quill have a spare."

Clanking over to the doors, he nods to Sander. "Get them at range and make them come to us. Chwaer and I can eat the charge."

With that Storn stands a little ways back from the door and waits for the group to get into place.

Chwaer thanks Storn and moves to stand beside the door, ready to come in from the side.

HP 60/69

So, are you opening the door wide and taking on whatever's there? Or cracking it open and rolling in one of Sander's fused bombs?

Assuming a giant size door and giant size lice, is there also a giant size gap between the door and floor where we can peek?

No

As the group strategizes, Storn zaps Chwaer once more as Quill hands him a new wand full of the good juice.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

And twice.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

He flips the wand in his steel hand before holstering it. "Open the door, look in. If it's something we need to kill, throw a bomb. If not, we'll deal as necessary."

Push push. Just peek before bomb throwing.

Yes, that sounds like the plan.

The door opened a crack, just enough to look through. The curved outer wall of the spacious chamber is set with tall, arched windows blacked out with mud and dung. The patchwork of hides stretched across the floor is stitched together with gut and sinew to form a makeshift rug, but is heavily trampled and caked with mud. A steep stone staircase climbs through a darkened arch in the eastern wall next to a wide-mouthed stone well. Crude doors fashioned from raw planks bound with hammered iron bands hang in archways to the north and south.

The noise comes from a pacing ettin, bigger than any you have seen before. A long chain connects iron rings around the ettin's necks to a heavy bolt set in the wall by the stairs. The ettin is pacing back and forth through the room, which shows signs of long habitation.

”Does someone speak ettin? Or do two people need to speak to it at once to be understood. Not sure I understand how to talk to two heads at once,” Quill asks, but is equally willing just to start combat as well.

He’s not a diplomat and doesn’t speak giant.

"I speak a little giant, but not ettin. Have you guys faced one before? Anything I need to know?" she whispers to the others.

"We fought one before," Sander says, closing the door so they can talk. "It tried to kill us, but ... well, we killed it. It spoke Giant, though didn't have much to say. We could try talking to this one too, I guess. I think it's probably not going to get us anywhere, but maybe if we offer to free it?"

"They're not real bright and they eat people."

Storn sighs as he realizes nobody in the group is a particularly great diplomat. "Every giant who sees me in this armour wants to kill me. Someone just go talk to him... them? Ettin pronouns confuse me. And see if the ettin is chained up for trying to kill the Storm King or for some other reason. Molly, you do it."

Sander sighs. "Fine."

"Hello, Mr. Ettins," he calls through the cracked open door. "What are you doing?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (5) - 1 = 4 Er, yeah, I'm not very charismatic when I've used my mutagen.

He realizes after the fact that he probably should have tried speaking in Giant to start...

To move things along, I'll also ask why he's chained up if he's responsive...

The shuffling in the other room stops as the ettin peers around, looking for the sound of the voice. Sander can see that the left head is half-blind, with an ugly scar running through the center of a hand-deep depression in its skull, going from forehead to cheekbone. Drool pours from the corner of the mouth on that head, and the right head squints to see the halfling peering around the door.

With a roar, the giant ran towards the door, so swift it took Sander completely by surprise. About fifteen feet away, the chain around the ettin's necks snapped taut, and the creature's feet flew out from under him as he was yanked backwards. The ground trembled as the massive bulk hit the stone tiles hard, and it was a moment before the ettin was able to crawl back to his feet.

Having seen enough, Quill’s bow cracks with green electricity.

Let’s get it on.

If possible, Quill fires an arrow at the ettin.

1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 10 + 2 = 19 to hit;
1d8 + 9 + 2d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (7) + 9 + (1, 1) + (4) = 22 magic cold iron damage;

Quill's arrow signaled the end of any peaceful attempt to get past the ettin. The shot hit the enormous creature in the chest, sinking in deeply, but not appearing to bother the crazed creature.

Chwaer watches the diplomatic arrow fly through the air and follows it, drawing her axe along the ettin's knee as she runs.

Move to BR14
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (11) + 17 = 28
+2 dwarven waraxe 1: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (11) + 17 = 28 for Dmg 1 +Precise Strike: 1d10 + 8 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 + 8 = 24 8 are Precision

HP 66/69
AC 30 vs giant subtype with Defensive Training
Panache 2/3

Sander lights and tosses an orc bomb at the ettin's feet, hoping it stays where it is long enough for the bomb to go off.

Bomb (ranged touch): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 12 = 17
Bludgeoning: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (5, 3) + 1 = 9
Fire: 1d6 ⇒ 3
Reflex DC 15 halves

Molly targets the ettin with an Evil Eye Hex to lower its defenses!

Will save DC18 or take -2 to AC!

Chwaer flew through the open door, sliding beneath the ettin and coming up beside it before the creature could even notice the bleeding wound under its right knee. As is looked around in rage, it caught Molly's eye. The witch tried to impose her will on the ettin, but the creature's mind was stronger than she had guessed. He shrugged off her attempt to bewitch him, then grabbed the pair of flails that had been hooked to his belt and began spinning them. The ends, which looked like actual anvils, spun through the air in a hum. One crashed down onto Storn, nearly breaking his collarbone. The other spun into Chwaer, who barely managed to slide under the heavy blow.

Sander dropped a lit bomb under the ettin's feet. As it hit, the fuse seemed to fall out of the bomb, nearly doubling in length. It was still lit, but it was gong to take a while for it to explode. 4 rounds

Chwaer avoids the flailing anvil and steps in close, honing in on the ettin's bleeding knee.

+2 dwarven waraxe 1: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (14) + 17 = 31 for  Dmg 1 +Precise Strike: 1d10 + 8 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 + 8 = 24 8 are Precision
+2 dwarven waraxe 2: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (12) + 12 = 24 for  Dmg 2 +Precise Strike: 1d10 + 8 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 + 8 = 19 8 are Precision

R2: Underfoot into BQ15
HP 66/69 AC 30
Panache 1/3