GM Bigrin's Giantslayer (Inactive)

Game Master bigrin42

Again, she fires at the bomb thrower. "We are going to need to figure out a way to fill the gap if it falls..."

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21
1d6 ⇒ 5

Molly, you get 4 cantrips, but you only list 3. Because yourth fourth could definitely be mage hand. You know, for throwing small objects away from us. *cough cough*

"I think we should let their firework do it's job, and give us an opening for the boulder. We plug the gate, and severely limit their points of ingress."

Storn grunts over to Yelena.

"Get ready to roll the boulder then. Gorum veita mér blessun þína!"

Storn takes a moment to cast a minor blessing on himself.

Casting war blessing. Using the +1 to armour class.

I'm afraid Witches don't get Mage Hand... :-/

Mariana's bowstring twanged at roughly the same time as Quill's, but it was the archaeologist who got the hit. The orc stumbled as the shaft took it in the chest. Sander took one of the last remaining flasks of alchemists fire and made his decision. Winding up, he threw the flask, then ran back away from the barricade, shouting for the others to get away from whatever it was that the orc had thrown, likely some sort of grenade. The this clay flask broke apart on the orc, covering it with a sheet of flame. The creature yowled and swatted at the fire, heavily injured but still standing. Frum took aim, but his shaking hands sent the heavy crossbow bolt flying wide to the right.

The orc pulled another orb from his pouch, and set to work lighting the fuse poking out of it. Behind him, the crash at the portcullis told you that the orcs were making significant progress with the battering ram.

Round 10

Quill moves to AL24 and fires at the AF17 orc.

1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 6 + 1 = 14 to hit; (grudge)
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 damage.

AC 17, HP 15

Growling at the grenadier, Storn hurls the handaxe he picked up earlier.

Ranged: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15 Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

"Bah, I need a longer glaive to do this properly!"

Mariana grabs another arrow and lets it fire before moving back a few feet.

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
1d6 ⇒ 1

"We have to start getting them before they get inside."

Er, add +2 to attack and +1 to damage to that handaxe from Storn's buffs.

"No, you don't!" Molly tells Storn.
With a flash of light, a golden-coated, shaggy pony appears next to the Warpriest.
"Get on and get all up in their business! Hurry!"

Having spoken, the Witch swaps out bayonet for arrow again and takes aim...

Yelena hops out of the path of the boulder [5-foot-step to AE25] and swings her hammer down with full force to knock out one side of the supports. "Get ready to move! The next swing sends it flying!"

Quill's shot went wide as he tried to fire on the run, though not by much. Storn's thrown axe was more on target, taking the orc right between the eyes and dropping it to the ground. The grenade the orc was trying to light rolled away from the body, fuse unlit. Mariana's shot went into the mass of orcs at the gate, but she couldn't see if it did any damage or not. Sander looked down at the flask of alchemist's fire in his hands and gauged the distance to the gate. It was an awful long throw for him and he decided to hang on to it until the orcs got closer.

Frum was leaning over the barricade, firing off another heavy crossbow when the grenade at the barrier's base exploded. Chunks of wood and debris flew into the air, and Frum was thrown backwards by the blast. The barricade was badly damaged, though still partially intact, and small flames and wisps of smoke curled from some of the wood. Frum staggered to his feet, blood trickling from his left ear and nose, and shouted obscenities at the orcs.

The portcullis gave way with a horrendous screech of metal, and a small horde of orcs poured through the now ineffective barrier. Three rushed the barricade, stopping just short to throw a volley of javelins. All of the sharp-tipped missiles missed, with Frum only narrowly avoiding one due to staggering movements from the concussion of the grenade. Another half dozen orcs picked the battering ram up once more and managed to work it through the mangled portcullis.

"Target the ones with the ram..." she says as she allows the luck to fill her for just this once. She lets another arrow fly at the lead orc on the ram.

1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 4 + 2 = 17
1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Once the arrow flies, she lets her luck fade and rushes over toward Frum.

"We need you in this fight...how badly wounded are you..."

Storn stares at the shiny new pony.

"What the... I'm not hungry! Let me get this log first."

Storn begins singing an ancient Kellid war song as he hacks away at the log.

"Það er log það er log það er stór það er þungur það er viður . Það er log það er log það er betra en slæmt það er gott!"

"Log first! I can get four of the bastards on this side!"

Storn brings down his glaive on the remaining rope holding the log in place.

"LET THE LOGS GO!" Sander shouts as he sees the orcs start to press through, their numbers almost overwhelming. "CUT THE ROPES!"

He waits, ready to throw his last alchemist's fire at the ram-bearers if the orcs make it past the logs.

Move directly forward 10 feet to AH-25, then ready action to throw at one of the orcs at AF-15 or AE-15 if they get up to Row 21 while still surrounded (i.e. I want to hit as many as possible).
Alchemist's fire (touch), -2 for range: 1d20 + 5 - 2 ⇒ (17) + 5 - 2 = 20
Damage (fire damage): 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Splash damage to every creature within 5 feet: 4
If it misses: 1d8 ⇒ 3 it hits one square south of the target, doing 4 points of fire damage to all within 5 ft.

Round 11

Quill tries to ignore the fires and explosions to take down the Log! by Blammo!. He fires at the AF16 orc.

1d20 + 6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 6 + 1 + 1 = 23 to hit; (grudge)
1d8 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 + 1 = 5 damage.

AC 17, HP 15

Yelena moves to the other side of the boulder [AH25] and brings her hammer down on the remaining supports for the boulder. "Let's do this! ROMPER BOMPER STOMPER BOO!!"

As the ranged fighters dropped the lead holders of the battering ram, Storn and Yelena broke out the heavy defenses in the form of the boulder and one of the logs. The boulder, knocked loose from its lashings, smashed through the remnants of the front barricade, its oily coating catching fire from the smoldering remnants left by the grenade. The flaming boulder knocked the leading elements of the orc attack to the ground and crushed them as it headed for the battering ram. The boulder bounced off the log and rolled sideways, hitting the tower just south of the gate. The log rushed down the other side, and the orcs carrying the ram on that side didn't even see it coming until they were crushed under its rolling weight. The remaining orc on the ram dove aside from the dead weight of the ram, looked around, and fumbled for the grenade dropped by the bombadier, then he ran back through the destroyed portcullis.

Frum shook his head dazedly, then pushed himself back to his feet. "I am still with you, milady! If you could tell the idiots to stop ringing the chapel bells, I would appreciate it, though."

Round 12

"We're winning!!!" Quill says excitedly.

Quill fires at the AG19 orc.

1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 6 + 1 = 25 to hit; (grudge)
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8 damage.

AC 17, HP 15

Drawing forth her wand she gives Frum a quick tap with the thing.

"Here, this will help."
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

"Smile, piggy! It's your big day!" Molly says as she aims her crossbow, squeezes the trigger, then immediately reloads.

Molly fires at the AF Orc. Crossbow 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20 for 1d8 ⇒ 1 damage.

Did you actually summon a pony, Molly? I'm not sure what Storn is meant to do with it. o.O

"BAAAHAHAHAAH! CARNAGE! BLOOD! DESTROY EVERYTHING!" roars Storn with glee as the log and flaming boulder roll down the hill, crushing orcs everywhere. He is obviously having one hell of a time.

He looks around and then holds up his glaive, daring the remaining orcs to come on.

Readied Action+Divine Favour+War Blessing: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11 Damage+Divine Fvaour: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

"Get that other log ready! I'll hold this side!"

Yeah. I thought you'd be able to use it to get out there quickly and deal with that grenadier.

"Don't get cocky, kid," Sander warns Quill. "There's still most of Belkzen out there, I think!"

Pulling his hopeknife, he rushes toward the remaining log, ready to cut the ropes as needed.

I hope I only need this dagger for these ropes. But if I have to ... Well, I won't let Louly down. Her hand will guide me with this knife...

GM can you place the pony on the map?

Yelena watches with rapt wonder as the flaming boulder bounds down the path, trampling and squishing orcs underneath. It hits the wall, the dwarf surveys the scene. She laughs, no, giggles at the line of destruction wrought on the orcs. "That... was... AWESOME!" Hefting the head of her hammer, she takes her position at the head of the central opening [AG24] and waits for the orcs to come. "Come on, ya little Mary's! Come get what's good for ya!"

In case of AoO...
Large dwarven longhammer 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 153d6 + 4 ⇒ (5, 4, 5) + 4 = 18

Storn and Molly - I thought I had. Hmmm. Molly, how long will the pony remain? Round 12 is its 2nd round of existence.

Molly's crossbow pinked the lead charging orc, and it flinched as it got near the hole in the barrier. That flinch was enough to allow Yelena to crush its skull with her long hammer. The other was taken down by Quill, with a well-aimed shot to the throat. It tumbled to lay in a bloody heap in the growing pile of dead orcs before the barricades. Mariana moved to Frum, healing the worst of his wounds before preparing herself for the next wave.

The sounds of combat beyond the wall seemed to be growing louder, and the clash of steel rang out. However, you had more immediate problems as another wave of orcs made it through the portcullis. These were not hampered by the twisted metal or from the need to carry a battering ram. They rushed into the gap created by the boulder, trying to overwhelm the defenders with sheer numbers.

Two of the orcs held back, fizzing grenades in their hands. They threw them simultaneously. One bounced along the top of the barricade, ending up next to the horse, only a few feet from Storn. It sat there, its fuse hissing ominously. The other landed next to Sander. As the halfling watched, the flame disappeared inside the clay object and the grenade detonated. Sander shouted in pain as fire and projectiles both lashed into him. His body was flung into the barricade, and blood ran freely from both ears and his nose as he staggered to his feet. Yelena took part of the blast as well, sending her stumbling towards the oncoming orcs.

Round 13

"ERP!"

Quill 5' steps back (AK25) and fires at the orc crossing the barrier.

1d20 + 6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 6 + 1 + 1 = 10 to hit; (grudge,+PBS)
1d8 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 + 1 = 4 damage.

Man, I hate orcs.

AC 17, HP 15

Just not enough to hit them

Reflex save: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

OH NO! Sanders eyes grow wide in the split second he has as he sees the explosive's fuse run out.

The blast catches him full force, and he starts to see his life flash before his eyes for a moment -- a young halfling, whose parents thought the dubious safety of Trunau was remote enough to deter the slave catchers out of Cheliax, brought up at his father's knee learning about the strange flowers and herbs that grew in the largely barren land around them.

With a gasp, his eyes pop open and he realizes -- if only because of the pain from his smoking, blistering skin -- that he still lives. And while he lives, he can still protect Louly.

Can't. Let. Them. Get. Past. Me.

He cuts at the rope holding the last log before staggering back, still trying to get his bearings.

Cut rope, then move straight back 20 feet to AI-28.

Pony go poof...

As it starts to fog out of existence, the pony snorts at the fizzing thing close to it - and kicks it back to the Orcs! (DM allowing, that is.)

Molly, on the other hand, is running over to Sander as quickly as she can. "I can only do this for you once a day. Sorry," she says as she carefully lays one hand on his shoulder - and some small measure of healing energy trickles into the Halfling.

Healing hex on Sander for 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

"Yelena! Step towards me!

Mariana calls out as she takes a quick step, wand in one hand, she draws a dagger in her other and prepares to heal her companion.

Move to AF 26 via 5', draw dagger, ready CLW on Yelena.

1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Molly - no, and no. A horse isn't intelligent enough to do that. If it were on the ground he might stomp on it, but a fizzing thing 3 feet off the ground would likely cause an untrained horse to run away.

Remember Storn has reach and appropriate AoO's. I dunno how the orcs came in but it looks like one crossed in front of Storn.

Storn sees Molly healing Sander and realises that he is very quickly being overrun by orcs.

"BLOOD AND THUNDER!"

The enormous warrior whips about the glaive, trying to slice up as many orcs as he can.

Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18 Damage: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
Attack of Opportunity?: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18 Damage: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Reflex1d20 ⇒ 7

"OWWWWW!!!!" Yelena clutches her arm as flame and shrapnel tear into her flesh. She tries to make some room from the encroaching orcs [5-foot step to AH25] and swings her hammer. The pain and shock of the blast mar her hammer swing, sending it careening wide from her target.

Large dwarven longhammer 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 73d6 + 7 ⇒ (4, 3, 6) + 7 = 20

HP 5/22

Storn - your AOO already accounted for one of the dead. I must have missed relaying that in the IC text

Storn shattered an orcs kneecap as it tried to move past Frum, then slashed its throat as the big warpriest moved to hack down the orc crawling over the barricade beside him. He turned as the horse disappeared, just in time to see the fuse disappear into the grenade laying on top of the barricade. Wood splinters and fiery chaos flew everywhere as the grenade exploded, and Storn was rocked back by the explosion. One of the orcs near him took a wooden splinter the size of a long dagger through the thigh, and fell to the ground clutching at the bleeding wound.

Frum dropped his crossbow and took up his sword, neatly cutting down one of the attacking orcs. Yelena, still dazed from the explosion, weakly swung at another, but the orc turned it aside with his wooden shield. In return, it swung its sword, but the dwarf maiden managed to block it as she stepped backwards.

Sander, knowing he was ill suited for front line fighting, used his small dagger to cut the last of the lashings holding the second log to the barricade. The log rolled free, and he watched in fascination as the heavy thing rolled over two orcs before crashing into the southern gate tower. He ran back away from the remaining orcs to a place of relative safety, with Molly rushing over to heal some of his wounds. Her touch cleared the ringing in his ears, and closed some of the cuts, but the burns still stung and pained him.

As the orcs attacked, another of the clay spheres was hurled into the mix, coming to land just beside Storn and Frum (AD25). Its fuse hissed wildly as it burned towards the orb.

Cursing under her breath, Molly swings her crossbow around and fires an arrow at one of the Orcs near Yelena. "We might have to fall back to the next defensive position," she says, darkly, while she immediately reloads.

Crossbow attack on Orc AG 25: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8 for 1d8 ⇒ 1

Quill's heart skips a beat as he feels himself tugged out of the battle, then re-inserted again. He looks to see how time slipped by him, but still only sees the orc bearing down on him.

Round 14

Quill 5' steps back (AK25) and fires at the orc crossing the barrier.

1d20 + 6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 6 + 1 + 1 = 21 to hit; (grudge,+PBS)
1d8 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 + 1 = 3 damage.

Man, I hate orcs.

AC 17, HP 15

Mariana steps quick and heals Yelena May I keep the previous roll since it did not get to go off then?

REflex: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (1) + 0 = 1

Storn desperately tries to leap out of the way of the bomb, but trips, and instead appears to valiantly leap onto it to protect the others. He is sent flying backwards and lands with a crash. Groaning, he quickly chants a prayer.

Fervor, Swift Action: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Groaning and near-death, Storn tries to grab the bomb and throw it back.

Throw+divine favor+blessing: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21

Trying to grab the bomb and throw to AE10 or just as far as way as possible.

Mariana - yep, I figured that would be the case

AoO
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 123d6 + 4 ⇒ (5, 3, 5) + 4 = 17

Yelena grins as the healing magic from Mariana flows through her. "Thanks, lass! Let's keep up the pressure!" She takes a few steps for room [5-foot step to AI26] and brings her hammer to bear.

Target AG 24. Power Attack.
1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 183d6 + 7 ⇒ (6, 1, 4) + 7 = 18

HP 12/22

Sander sighs in relief as he feels the worst of his wounds heal, broken ribs no longer making even the simple act of breathing almost feel not worth doing.

"Thanks, Molly!" he says, voice still pained.

Seeing Quill put some space between himself and his foe, he painfully forces himself forwrd and chucks a vial of acid at the orc if it's still standing after the arrow hits it.

Move to AJ-26
Ranged touch, -2 for range: 1d20 + 6 - 2 ⇒ (12) + 6 - 2 = 16
1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Storn stepped back and scooped up the fizzing grenade, flinging it as far as he can from the barricade. It exploded moments later harmlessly by the wall, making all the defenders sigh in relief. Yelena took the extra healing from Mariana, then stepped back and crushed one of the attacking orcs. The other orc cut deeply into the bard's arm with his curved blade. Sander and Quill neatly took out another of the orcs, leaving only a few left from the heavy assault. Both of the grenade throwing orcs tossed flasks of fire into the mix now, splashing Sander and Yelena, and Omast and Storn, but not doing much more than scorching the ground beside them.

Round 13

"Take that! AND THAT!!" Quill continues to fire as fast as he can fire.

Quill 5' steps back and fires at the orc in AJ22.

1d20 + 6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 6 + 1 + 1 = 21 to hit; (grudge,+PBS)
1d8 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 + 1 = 10 damage.

AC 17, HP 15

Wincing as he's burned again, Sander wishes he had some bombs remaining of his own to truly teach this orc a lesson. Unfortunately, his last alchemist's fire will have to do.

"Those who play with fire get burned!" he yells as he rushes up to the barricade, tossing the vial toward the orc.

Move to AJ-24
ranged touch: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
Damage (fire damage): 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

"Hey! I like her! Don't you hit her!" Yelena swings to crush the orc adjacent to Mariana.

Target AG25, Power Attack.
Large dwarven longhammer 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 193d6 + 7 ⇒ (1, 1, 4) + 7 = 13

Storn roars in pain, trying to heal himself once more.

Fervor: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Enthused that Gorum has decided Storn is just ducky, Storn takes a step back, swinging his glaive in a wide arc at the orc by his side.

Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22 Damage: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

He continues his crazed ranting as he guts the nearest orc, enchanted with the blessings of his God and just having one hell of a time.

"ALL SHALL PERISH BEFORE STORN! BAAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Move to AE25, and attack AC25.

That boy ain't right.

With a quick step back, she then uses the wand on herself. AH27

1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6