Storn blinks as Molly rushes over to him. An enormous grin splits his face as she begins casting.
"Why Molly, how did you know?!"
"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Mariana looks at the group as best she can and casts a Grease spell that should land to coat the ground beneath all four of them. "Hope this helps..."
Mariana looks at the group as best she can, moving forward until they are just within her 30 foot range and casts a Grease spell that should land to coat the ground beneath all four of them. "Hope this helps..."
As Storn grew to the size of a giant, Mariana cast her spell. The results were better than she had hoped for, with three of the orcs falling, hanging on to each other, dropping weapons, and generally letting out shouts of dismay. Two managed to regain their footing, while the thirds slid helplessly along the floor, completely covered in the slippery mes.
HP 18/18
AC 17, touch 12, flat-footed 14
Fort +6 (+2 vs. poison), Ref +7, Will +2 (+2 vs. fear)
CMD 13
Stones: 2/10; Bombs: 4/5; Mutagen: 1/1
Effects:
Moving as close as he can, Sander pulls out another vial and gives it a swift shake before throwing it toward the nearest orc. Despite himself, he winces sympathetically as it explodes on the creature, fire licking out to burn the others.
No one deserves to suffer like that, but it's no worse than what they've done to us...
Molly fits another arrow in her crossbow and moves into position to fire...
Storn grabs Molly and starts ascending the tower, swatting away helicopters.
While his companions throw ranged weapons Storn knows deep in his heart that ranged weapons are for jerks. He tries to enter the tower.
Super-Storn stomps his way up beside Yelena, swinging down as well, but his massive sword just clatters against the side of the tower.
Everyone reshuffled as Sander's little bomb flew into the lead orc's lap. The resulting explosion blasted the orc and seriously hurt those nearby. Yelena, taking advantage of the distraction, rushed forward and swung her hammer, crushing the burning orc and ending his misery. Storn crossed in front of Quill, fouling the archer's aim, and thrust out his greatsword. unfortunately, the big man had trouble adjusting to his new size, and the large blade only managed to take a chunk of stone from the wall.
The orcs, shaken from the explosion, tried to rally, but the grease still hampered them, and the reach of Yelena and Storn negated that of the orcs' spears. One tried to move in, but his feet slid out from under him and he had to grab the wall for support to keep from falling.
Storn is obviously giddy with the slaughter of orcs and his enormous size. His slams his huge sword down onto the nearest orc.
Molly runs at a diagonal again, eyes mostly on the remaining Orcs but also watching out for her fellow party-members. Before Storn can get at the Orcs, she reaches a firing position, takes aim -- and squeezes her crossbow's trigger.
AC 17, touch 12, flat-footed 14
Fort +6 (+2 vs. poison), Ref +7, Will +2 (+2 vs. fear)
CMD 13
Stones: 0/10; Bombs: 4/5; Mutagen: 1/1
Effects:
Sander pulls out his sling, loading it with a stone.
Mariana will take a quick step to O54 and sliding the wand into her belt, she draws her bow and knocks an arrow.
The orcs had a hard time dealing with the grease, and it took a toll. Storn and Yelena each dropped one with sword and hammer. The others angled for decent shots, but were unable to land telling blows. The lone remaining orc tried to scramble backwards, but slipped on the grease. He fell on his tailbone hard, and a grunt of pain was elicited.
Storn roars with laughter as the orc slips and falls.
He lunges forwards, sliding his sword across the ground in an attempt to turn the orc into a kebab.
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"Well, that was quick," Quill says as Storn smashes the last orc. "If we only had you here and that size when they attacked, it would have been a different battle. They would have been driven off easily."
Quill steps inside the structure to look for survivors and/or interesting loot.
Perception
If there is nothing inside, Quill will run out, looking for more survivors.
Storn's blow does the job, neatly skewering the remaining orc in the neck. The rhythmic drumming continued above you, louder as it echoed though the tower. The spiral stairs heading upwards lead to a second floor, beyond which you can see shapes moving. Voices calling out in orcish barely rise above the din of the drums!
"The humans come. Protect the skald!"
"They have a skald in there, who they're trying to protect!" Molly shouts to the others while slamming a new arrow into her bow and winding the crank. "We have our target! The Orc Skald "
Sander blanches at Storn's words and the slaughter of his companions. He knows it's necessary, but even orcs are living creatures. There has to be a better way.
He follows them into the tower, trepidation growing.
You have to do this to protect Louly.
"Skald? Isn't that just a fancy name for a bard," he asks Molly.
"Don't you know the power of a Bard to inspire and strengthen his allies?" Molly asks. "With music that loud, a powerful Skald can strengthen the whole bloody invasion army -- that, and those blighters want him kept safe, which means he's important to them. Ergo: he's got to go!"
Mariana dismisses her grease spell. "If they have a bard that is helping them all...then we must end him or her...quickly." With that, she follows as quickly as she can.
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As Mariana dismissed her grease spell, Yelena, having learned her lesson about charging ahead without support, assuredly walked with confidence, shoulder to shoulder with her companions rushed up the stairs, blowing right past Quill and Storn. Her oversized dwarven longhammer was a tight fit in the circular stair, occasionally scraping on the walls. She reached the second floor, not seeing any more orcs here, but seeing several standing at the top of the tower, the trapdoor wide open and daring her to attack.
The others came in more cautiously, calling up to the dwarf to see what she sees at the top of the stairs.
Storn squeezes his way into the front entrance and stomps off after Yelena up the stairs, grateful that they're wide enough to handle his increased size.
"Want me to turn you back to normal, then?" Molly asks, one eyebrow raised. "If you don't pop back to normal on your own, that is..."
Storn calls over his shoulder.
"And let that wretched Skald keep drumming up support for the Orc army while the city bleeds? No dice. Storn? SMASH!"
Following behind the group, she shakes her head, worried that smashing is a bad idea, but given Storn's size and Molly driving him onward, she knows her voice will fall on deaf ears.