Storn advances into the room cautiously, his spear still sticking out as he lets the ranged combatants do their thing.
Chwaer moved up, even as Molly moved in and closed some of Quill's wounds. The archer didn't hesitate as she worked, flinging arrow after arrow at the nearest hill giant. Two of the arrows embedded themselves into the table, but the third caught the giant in the shoulder.
Storn, seeing the giants holding up and using ranged attacks, roared his defiance - as well as a few insults to the giants' heritage - moved forward to attack.
The giants threw rocks at Quill still, but the rush in front of them threw them off their game and the rock slammed harmlessly into the walls and floor.
R3: sander, frost giant, chwaer, quill, molly, storn, hill giants
current status:
chwaer 66/69
molly 43/43
quill 45/51
sander 71/71
storn 65/67
hill giant (blue) -27
hill giant (black) -20
frost giant (red) -0
ogre (yellow) -60 (Dead)
ogre (white) -57 (dead)
HP 55/55 (+16 for extract)
AC 26, touch 14, flat-footed 23 (inc. barkskin, mutagen)
Fort +11 (+6 vs. poison), Ref +10, Will +4 (+2 vs. fear)
CMD 18
Bombs: 4/12; Mutagen: 1/1; Spontaneous healing: 0/20; Blast
Sipping jacket: Bomber's eye (1/8); +10 range increment, +1 to hit
Effects: +4 Con (+2 Fort saves), +2 AC, -2 Cha; barkskin (+3 AC), shield (+4 AC)
Extracts; Blast Finesse ritual: []
1st (5/day): bomber's eye [x], ant haul [x], enlarge person [x], shield [x][]
2nd (3/day): alchemical allocation [x][x], barkskin [x][]
3rd (2/day) fly [x], invisibility [x], fly []
Sander moves around the edge of the table and throws another bomb toward the nearest giant, pulling on the potion in his jacket.
Sander's bomb caught the giant, who was focused on throwing more rocks at Quill, by surprise. The blast nearly knocked the giant from his feet, enveloping him in fire.
The giantess spun, holding another rock high. She flung it at Sander, hitting the halfling center mass and rocking him backwards. Sander gasped as the stone knocked the air right out of him.
Sander is hit for 18 damage
R3: sander, frost giant, chwaer, quill, molly, storn, hill giants
Here's the map
current status:
chwaer 66/69
molly 43/43
quill 45/51
sander 53/71
storn 65/67
hill giant (blue) -48
hill giant (black) -20
frost giant (red) -0
ogre (yellow) -60 (Dead)
ogre (white) -57 (dead)
Chwaer tumbles around the table's edge, doing her best to avoid the giant's reach. She lashes out with her axe. When it bites, she tries to slash its hamstring.
for [8 are Precision]
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Round 5
Quill returns fire at the blue hill giant jerk who is a jerk (he'll shoot at the other hill giant if the first falls).
to hit;
magic cold iron damage;
to hit;
magic cold iron damage;
to hit;
magic cold iron damage;
to hit;
additional magic cold iron damage;
to hit;
additional magic cold iron damage;
AC 21 (23 vs. giants)
HP 45/51
Bless: 3/7 used
Ferves: 1/7 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.
"This really isn't my kind of fight," Molly sighs. "Try to stay alive, Ears."
Molly hurries into the room, following after Sander...
Storn turns, stabbing high and upwards with his spear, letting out a good Stornly roar.
Chwaer tried to get in close to the giant, taking a punishing blow from the greataxe clutched in the frost giant's left hand, but managing to get right underneath her where his axe left a huge tear in her calf, just below the knee. Quill, certain that his god favors him after the pair of flubbed rock throws, fired two arrows, each taking one of the hill giants in the left eye. He was so startled by the turn of events that he let his third arrow just drop to the floor. With the blue-clothed giant dead, Storn moved forward, stabbing the frost giant with his spear. The barbed point dug in, tearing a gash in her throwing arm. Meanwhile Molly moved forward, ducking for cover behind Sander.
HP 58/71 (+16 for extract)
AC 26, touch 14, flat-footed 23 (inc. barkskin, mutagen)
Fort +11 (+6 vs. poison), Ref +10, Will +4 (+2 vs. fear)
CMD 18
Bombs: 5/12; Mutagen: 1/1; Spontaneous healing: 0/20; Blast
Sipping jacket: Bomber's eye (2/8); +10 range increment, +1 to hit
Effects: +4 Con (+2 Fort saves), +2 AC, -2 Cha; barkskin (+3 AC), shield (+4 AC)
Extracts; Blast Finesse ritual: []
1st (5/day): bomber's eye [x], ant haul [x], enlarge person [x], shield [x][]
2nd (3/day): alchemical allocation [x][x], barkskin [x][]
3rd (2/day) fly [x], invisibility [x], fly []
Sander grunts as the boulder hits him, though his ribs immediately start healing on their own . He moves in between the benches and tables and -- pulling again on the extract soaked into his jacket -- throws another bomb at the frost giant. He's careful to not let any of the splash hit Chwaer or Storn.
Sander moved up the table and lobbed a fire bomb at the frost giant, catching the tall woman in its explosion, but making sure not to hit anyone from his team. The giant glared at him, dropping the rock in her throwing hand and taking her axe in both hands. Ignoring Chwaer and Storn, she stomped towards Sander and launched a heavy blow at the halfling with her axe.
Sander is hit for 26 damage
R4: sander, frost giant, chwaer, quill, molly, storn
R5: sander, frost giant, chwaer, quill, molly, storn
current status:
chwaer 66/69
molly 43/43
quill 45/51
sander 32/71
storn 65/67
hill giant (blue) -96 (dead)
hill giant (black) -80 (dead)
frost giant (red) -34
ogre (yellow) -60 (Dead)
ogre (white) -57 (dead)
Chwaer swings at the giants legs, shifting over to stay out of Storn's way.
for 8 are Precision
for 8 are Precision
"Stop hitting him he's tiny and weak! So weak."
HP 37/71 (+16 for extract)
AC 26, touch 14, flat-footed 23 (inc. barkskin, mutagen)
Fort +11 (+6 vs. poison), Ref +10, Will +4 (+2 vs. fear)
CMD 18
Bombs: 8/12; Mutagen: 1/1; Spontaneous healing: 10/20; Blast
Sipping jacket: Bomber's eye (2/8); +10 range increment, +1 to hit
Effects: +4 Con (+2 Fort saves), +2 AC, -2 Cha; barkskin (+3 AC), shield (+4 AC)
Extracts; Blast Finesse ritual: []
1st (5/day): bomber's eye [x], ant haul [x], enlarge person [x], shield [x][]
2nd (3/day): alchemical allocation [x][x], barkskin [x][]
3rd (2/day) fly [x], invisibility [x], fly []
Sander cries out in pain as the axe hits him, thinking about how he'd gotten so close to being able to just go back home to Louly and now he was going to die here. Just like Chwaer's other friends. For a second he wonders whether the dwarf is bad luck, or maybe he's just been skating by until now, halfling luck preserving him.
As his body begins to knit the wound closed , he steps back and throws bombs furiously at the creature.
aoo
With the hill giants down, everyone concentrated their attacks on the frost giant. She was a hearty fighter, ignoring strikes that had felled her hill giant companions. The others closed on her, but her armor and natural toughness fended off all the melee strikes. The ranged attacks were another matter. Sander's bombs had plenty of giant to aim at, so despite his tentative throws, the frost giant was rocked by multiple explosions of fire. As she staggered from the first explosion, her axe lashed out and caught Sander in the shoulder. Undeterred, the halfling continues throwing his allotment of bombs. The staggering giant was unable to land another blow as she fought through the pain.
Sander is hit for 26 damage
R5: sander, frost giant, chwaer, quill, molly, storn
R6: sander, frost giant, chwaer, quill, molly, storn
current status:
chwaer 66/69
molly 43/43
quill 45/51
sander 32/71
storn 65/67
hill giant (blue) -96 (dead)
hill giant (black) -80 (dead)
frost giant (red) -91
ogre (yellow) -60 (Dead)
ogre (white) -57 (dead)
HP 16/71 (+16 for extract)
AC 26, touch 14, flat-footed 23 (inc. barkskin, mutagen)
Fort +11 (+6 vs. poison), Ref +10, Will +4 (+2 vs. fear)
CMD 18
Bombs: 8/12; Mutagen: 1/1; Spontaneous healing: 15/20; Blast
Sipping jacket: Bomber's eye (2/8); +10 range increment, +1 to hit
Effects: +4 Con (+2 Fort saves), +2 AC, -2 Cha; barkskin (+3 AC), shield (+4 AC)
Extracts; Blast Finesse ritual: []
1st (5/day): bomber's eye [x], ant haul [x], enlarge person [x], shield [x][]
2nd (3/day): alchemical allocation [x][x], barkskin [x][]
3rd (2/day) fly [x], invisibility [x], fly []
Even has his body struggles to try to heal itself , Sander fights to stay alive as desperately as he ever has. He can't die here, not when he's so close to being done with all of this and getting back home to his beautiful wife.
He retreats again and launches two more bombs.
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Round 5
Quill fires thrice at the giant who is understandably trying to squash Sander. Quill doesn’t have a lot of friends, but Sander had always been kind to him, so he tries to make his shots count.
to hit;
magic cold iron damage;
to hit;
magic cold iron damage;
to hit;
magic cold iron damage;
to hit;
additional magic cold iron damage;
AC 21 (23 vs. giants)
HP 45/51
Bless: 3/7 used
Ferves: 1/7 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.
Quill's arrows easily down the remaining giant, and Sander scrambles to get out of the way of the falling behemoth. The overturned table shook as the giantess fell, and rocked as though it were going to fall over onto its top before settling down.
The hall was massive, and the iron cauldrons suspended over the fire pits let off little glops of sound as they simmered away.The rats at the outskirts of the room were normal-sized, though fat and well-fed from the giants' leavings.
None of the giants had any magical items on them, but most had a handful of coins and some gems secreted in their pockets and pouches.
Chwaer crouches down next to Sander, "that was close! That giant really seemed to hate you!" She searches through her pack and pulls out a pot, "I have an extra cure moderate if you need one."
She stands and joins the others searching around the room. In particular, she looks for anything unusual in the walls and floor.
Molly straightens up and walks over to Sander, clapping a hand on his shoulder. Healing energy goes coursing through the halfling's body.
"That's you down and Ears down," the Witch says, very seriously. "I can't patch you up again today. Be careful."
Disappointed he wasn't targeted, Storn makes his way over to Sander as the last giant collapses. "Careful, fun-size. C'mere that collarbone seems broken."
He grabs his wand and jabs it unpleasantly into Sanders wounds.
Wiping giant blood off of his big spear, Storn opens his gigantic sack of holding and shovels in the loot.
"Right. Keep moving on."
Storn heads over to the single door in the northeast, checking it out.
Assuming nothing unusual was found, Chwaer joins Storn at the door.
Taking a break from the fighting, you look around and see just how vast this groghall truly is. It's around 300 feet long, and a third of that wide. It looks like it could hold half an army and still have room for a company of horsemen to trot down the middle.
Apparently put off by the size, Storn picked a door at random and stomped up to it. He listened perfunctorily before throwing the door wide. The smell that rolled out of the room gave a strong indication of its use, and the slatted bench over the steep trough leading out of the cathedral made it perfectly clear. He had found the privy!
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"CLOSE IT!" Molly shouts. "No more Giant toilets! None! I forbid it!"
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Quill is relieved when Sander does die to an axe nor falling giant, and is mindful of trying to keep quiet while others look around. He keeps guard while others heal, standing on a table and spinning to every noise and creak.
When others are ready, he will follow others to the next door.
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”Oh no, not again!” Quill quickly steps out of the privy, having already been VERY privy to what happens in the privy.
He moves on to the next door.
"What a wonderful smell you've discovered," Sander gripes as he comes to grips with his own mortality -- though his wounds have now been mostly healed .
He looks around the groghall, which is immense. As the others investigate the privy, he heads toward where the giants had been before the group interrupted in case they left anything there that might be worth looking at.
HP 71/71 (+16 for extract)
AC 26, touch 14, flat-footed 23 (inc. barkskin, mutagen)
Fort +11 (+6 vs. poison), Ref +10, Will +4 (+2 vs. fear)
CMD 18
Bombs: 8/12; Mutagen: 1/1; Spontaneous healing: 15/20; Blast
Sipping jacket: Bomber's eye (2/8); +10 range increment, +1 to hit
Effects: +4 Con (+2 Fort saves), +2 AC, -2 Cha; barkskin (+3 AC), shield (+4 AC)
Extracts; Blast Finesse ritual: []
1st (5/day): bomber's eye [x], ant haul [x], enlarge person [x], shield [x][]
2nd (3/day): alchemical allocation [x][x], barkskin [x][]
3rd (2/day) fly [x], invisibility [x], fly []
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A single tear trickles down Storn's face as he stares at the privy.
Never again.
He slams the door and heads over to the double doors, grabbing a non-existent Kipa by the scruff of his neck. He pauses, grasping at air before he goes for Marjoram or whatever he name was. He fails again.
Sighing he looks at the group. "Can somebody listen at those double doors before I kick them open?"
He moves on to the next door.
Sighing he looks at the group. "Can somebody listen at those double doors before I kick them open?"
Storn kicked open the next door to reveal a larder full of perishable foodstuffs. Kegs of beer, crates of apples, and blocks of slightly moldy cheese are stacked haphazardly on top of each other. Dried shanks of meat hang from the ceiling, lending a slightly rancid meat smell to the air. The room isn't refrigerated in any way, other than small vents to let in the cold mountain air from outside. This place is large enough and provides enough cover that if you needed a place to hide out and recover, it might suffice. Of course the smell isn't great, but it's something.
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”Oh apples! Score!” Quill moves in to test and sniff, then bite into an apple. He passes more apples off to those who want them. And then puts a few apples in his pockets.
”Apples are good for your eyesight,” he mentions, munching. He moves on down to S23, waiting for those nearby doors to be opened. Still munching on a fresher apple than he’s had in a while.
After Quill had passed out the tasty treats, you moved down the sequence to open the last of the doors on this wall. As Storn listened at the door and prepared to kick it in, he heard a scuff behind it. Weight already in motion, he completed the kick, finding himself face to face with a young female slag giant, who cringed backwards, yelling for help in giantish.
Chwaer grabs a few apples as well.
Chwaer joins Storn at the door, speaking in Giant: "there you are, can we borrow some brown sugar? We're trying to make a crumble!" She holds out one of the apples in one hand while her other grips her axe a little tighter.
Sander retreats , hoping he doesn't nearly die again. He much prefers when that happens to Storn.
Storn looks around. "Remember this place, good for resting."
As he swings open the next door and comes face to face with the giantess. He brandishes his enormous spear and gives her his best scowl.
As he does so, he growls at her in his crude giantish.
"YOU! NOISE NOT. We no kill. Talk. Quiet or hurt."
The giantess flinched back from Storn's words, then seemed to stare at the hammer hung at his waist. He demeanor immediately changed from a flinching servant to a shrewd evaluator.
"That weapon there. That is Agrimmosh, the Hammer of Unmaking! How did you come by it? Did you find the lost remains of Uskroth? Yes, I see you are wearing armor that looks much like his was described. This is truly amazing!"
The giant woman seemed to completely forget that you were a great danger to her, as evidenced by the dead bodies in the groghall. Instead she seemed fascinated by Storn's weapons and armor...and of course his silver hand.
"You must come meet my mistress. She has been searching for Uskroth's tomb for ages. I imagine she has many questions for you."
Sander translates, just to make certain Storn doesn't misunderstand and possibly think the giantess wants him to become her mistress.
"Where's your mistress?" he asks, nervously, in Giant. "Who's your mistress? Who are you?"
The woman looked past Storn to see Sander, and smiled a bit at the halfling. He thought about how she must be thinking that a newborn or toddler was talking with her. She spoke, continuing in giantish.
"My name is Ferin, and I serve Etena, the Keeper of the Forge. She is the appointed guardian of this place, and she has much knowledge of giant history. She resents Urathash and the other giants who have profaned his holy temple by using it as a barracks. I have seen how you stand against the other giants. I am sure that Etena would want to meet you."
Sander translates again, and nods.
"Maybe we should meet her?" he agrees.
Chwaer listens carefully as Sander talks to Ferin, a friendly giant? I'll be damned.
Storn blinks as the giant responds with curiousity rather than hostility. He stares at her incredulously.
Seems legit.
He plucks Aggrimosh from his waist. "It is. Let's talk to your mistress."
Chwaer isn't so sure that Ferin is friendly, per se, but she is definitely telling the truth when she says her mistress would want to meet you, especially the wielder of Agrimmosh.
Storn, on the other hand, isn't so sure. Ferin could be leading them to a trap, or even to her mistress who would attack them.
Chwaer is wary but follows along with the others, downing a few potions as they walk.
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Storn slows up a bit, whispering to Quill. "She has shifty eyes. When she leads us into a trap I will destroy the trap with my face and blood-eagle those who stand in our way."