GM Bigrin's Giantslayer (Inactive)

Game Master bigrin42

Quill's rock illuminated the area beyond the bridge, showing that the webbing left the bridge mostly clear. In fact, it looked as if some of the strands that had once covered the bridge had been cut away. Also cut away were the sides of the bridge, making it unstable except in the very center. Walking single file could get you across, and the path continued to the south.

Acrobatics checks to cross the stone bridge, please. DC is 5, so you can take 10 unless your ACP is lower than -5

Here's the map

Quill moves up, keeping pace with Storn. When he comes to the bridge he crosses it carefully and easily, taking his time. Take 10 Acro > 10.

Again, he casts light on a stone and tosses it forward, mostly because he likes to see things.

He also looks for tracks.

"Storn, lemme look for tracks again. I want to see if the doggy/wolfy prints are here too."

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8 Survival

Acrobatics 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

Molly crosses the bridge with evident ease.

"I learned to walk in rougher terrain than this," she says if anyone looks at her oddly.

Quill made it across the bridge easily enough, but the constant swinging of lights by the others made it difficult to see anything as subtle as paw prints on the stony floor.

Sorry for my quiet, lately. Very busy around here.

Sander also easily makes his way across, though doing so much more carefully than either Quill or Molly taking 20!.

He breathes a sigh of relief as he reaches the other side, wiping the sweat off his head.

"Maybe the orcs got rid of the spiders?" he muses as he waits for Quill to finish his inspection of the area.

"I guess we keep going," he says unhappily.

Taking 10 for 6 as ACP is -4.

Storn very, very carefully makes his way across the bridge.

Mariana waits for the last of the group to move over and then she easily moves over the bridge.

Taking 10...

"Quill...I'm very confused...I thought you were an archer guardsman. What sort of magic do you practice?" she asks quite surprised at the revelation that it wasn't some elven trick that had been allowing him to use very simple magics. Despite her eyes finally lighting up with curiosity and her being distracted slightly by the revelation, she is still ready with her bow.

"Quill...I'm very confused...I thought you were an archer guardsman. What sort of magic do you practice?"

Quill looks both abashed and nervous about answering that. He remembers the last time he mentioned it, to less-than-good reception.

"Uh...as I said before, The Elf Who Circles The World guides me," Quill explains, hoping to avoid another berating like last time. "He listens when I call him, and speaks to me in prayer. He gives me gifts like light," Quill says, casting Light on another rock and tossing it up ahead. "And water."

He moves up again, looking for danger.

1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14 Perception

"Magic comes in all forms," Sander notes quietly. "I find it in my herbs, others in prayer, and others in study. Sometimes people are more than they seem. Which is probably a good thing to remember while all of this is going on."

Just to give some context, I am essentially working 3 jobs right now, and my wife's vet clinic had a float in a local Christmas parade on Saturday, followed by 6 hours of helping a friend move. I was just too exhausted this weekend to GM, and then work stuff kept me from doing what I wanted to do. Sorry for the delay. I think I am ready to go now.

You continue to move forward, no longer caring whether or not the enemy kows you are coming. The light shining in these caverns is a dead giveaway. Not too much farther on, the cavern opens up again to a large chamber, the roof completely out of sight of your limited vision range.

Ledges and stairs are carved into the stone walls of this wide-open cavern. Embedded in a fifteen-foot tall spire of centuries-old bones stands the skeelton of a massive armored warrior. Though its flesh has long since rotted away, the skeleton still stands proud and regal among the trappings of battle, and the mounds of gleaming treasure. The skeleton's battered half-plate and scarred helmet hint at its many battles, and the warlord's hands are clenched around a massive stone hammer. beneath the helmet, a thick round rock has been embedded in one of the skeleton's otherwise empty eye sockets.

Standing on the floor of the cavern, his face screwed up in a posture of anger, is a half-orc. Swirling tattoos cover a face that stands out from an uneven shock of light brown hair. It is clear that none of you have ever seen this particular half-orc before. You would have remembered.

Accompanying the half-orc are two enormous wolves, obviously the source of the paw prints Quill was following earlier. The half-orc growled a command, and you didn't need to speak his tribe's version of orcish to know it was a command to attack!

"Oh no!" Sander breathes. "What is this ..."

His comment is cut off as he realizes the wolves are coming.

He rushes forward as fast as he can, using the momentum to put all the force he can behind his throw as they near.

Move four squares due south, then ready an action to throw alchemist's fire as soon as a wolf gets to 20 feet away.

alchemist's fire (ranged touch), -2 for range: 1d20 + 6 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 6 - 2 = 14
Damage (fire damage): 1d6 ⇒ 4
Splash damage: 4 (DC 14 for half)

Sander moved forward, flask of fiery oil in his hand, waiting for something to come close. The half-orc pulled a vial from his pocket and chugged it down.

Mariana moves to AB61, putting Storn and a wall on either side of her...so a wall either way in her mind. Then she draws bead on the Southern most dog and lets an arrow fly.

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15
1d6 ⇒ 2

Storn, Yelena, we're waiting on you guys, I think.

Gah! I swore I posted! Thanks Sander.

Storn sees the massive half-orc, and a huge grin splits his shaggy face.

"Ha hah! A worthy foe! Stay back, let their size be their undoing!"

Readied Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16 Damage: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (2, 3) + 4 = 9

Storn stays where he is, waggling his sword enticingly.

Mariana pinked one of the wolves with her bow, and as it charged in, Storn spitted it through the shoulder. The wolf ignored the wound, and bit Storn deeply on the leg. Tossing its head upwards, the bear-sized wold threw Storn to the ground and placed a massive paw on the man's chest. The wound left a large pool of blood spreading out on the ground, and it was clear that Storn wasn't long for this world.

The other wolf charged straight into a massive hammer that crushed its shoulder. The backhand blow that Yelena followed up with broke the creature's jaw and sent most of its teeth to the ground. Still it lunged at the dwarf, but failed to connect.

Round 1, Init 11

"Hey look, I found them!" Quill says as he sees the wolves...then changes his tenor to a more panicked "Oh piddlespot! I found them!!"

Quill fires at the wolf attacking Yelena, trying to put it down.

1d20 + 6 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (19) + 6 + 1 - 4 = 22 to hit; (+PBS-cover)
1d8 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 + 1 = 6 damage.

If it doesn't look like the wolves have reach or if Quill takes it down, he will move 4 squares to the left on the map.

AC 17, HP 15

Yikes, sorry there. I had one job and failed it - hp was at full after everyone was hit with the CLW wands. So Storn is at 3.

Storn stabs the wolf, letting out a whoop before he screams, dragged to the ground by the enormous beast.

"Could you possibly go five minutes without almost dying, Gorumite?" Molly asks, somewhat sarcastically, as she draws a beat on the massive wolf and fires her crossbow over everyone's heads and -- hopefully -- into its flesh.

Molly moves to AA 59 and fires her crossbow at the wolf on top of Storn: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19 for 1d8 ⇒ 5 damage. She starts reloading again.

"Do I look dead, weird-eye?!" roars Storn from beneath the wolf. He does look mostly dead though.

Did you factor in my alchemist's fire from last round?
Continuing fire damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Sander, realizing Storn is once again in trouble, launches a flask of acid toward the back of the wolf.

Then, realizing he's within range of getting eaten himself, backs up five feet.

Targeting AD-60
Acid ranged touch (-2 for range): 1d20 + 6 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 6 - 2 = 5
Damage (acid damage): 1d6 ⇒ 6
Splash damage: 4 (DC 14 for half)
Bad miss: 1d8 ⇒ 3 So should hit, I think at AD-61 and do 4 acid damage to the wolf.

Also, I hadn't updated Sander's hp properly. They're correct now. (Sorry!)

@sander - yes, all damage was applied. thanks for rolling new round's damage.

The wolf facing Yelena yiped and snarled as it burned, and Quill's arrow put it down for good. The other wolf looked ragged and patchy from the fire and acid, but even Molly's shot wasn't enough to get it off of Storn.

The half-orc pulled a large vial from his belt, twisted a handle on its top, and threw. The glowing glass container dailed just over Quill's head to land at Sander's feet. It exploded with a blast of heat and sound, sending flames and glass fragments peppering through the group.

Reflex save 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20. W00t. ^_^

If it doesn't look like the wolves have reach or if Quill takes it down, he will move 4 squares to the left on the map.

I think Quill should be out of range of the blast. Right?

Reflex save: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Sander is so surprised to see someone else throw a bomb that he fails utterly to get out of the way, a cry of pain escaping his lips as the blast catches him.

@Quill - somehow I completely missed that move. Yes, quill would be out of range

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15 Mariana dodges upwards, getting singed a little.

Holding to see if Storn makes the save ;)

The resulting explosion was devastating, as everyone seemed to be caught off-guard. Storn slumped into unconsciousness once more, burned and bleeding. Quill was the only one out of range of the massive explosion, his quick movement taking him beyond its violence.

The wolf atop Storn looked down at the unconscious man beneath its massive paws, and saliva dripped from its fangs as it prepared to rip Storn's throat out. It was caught completely unawares as the steel warhead of Yelena's long warhammer came whistling in from above. The hammer's head crushed the wolf's skull, and the unconscious Storn let out a groan as the wolf's weight collapsed on him.

Mariana can go ahead and use her readied action

"I hate when the other side uses those things," Molly sighs as she strides forward and squeezes off another crossbow bolt. "Someone get Storn up and archers focus fire on the Half-Orc! Yelena, close in and stop him from throwing more junk at us!"

Molly moves to AB 59 and fires. Crossbow attack 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14 for 1d8 ⇒ 7 damage.

Charging closer, Sander throws yet another vial of alchemist's fire at the half-orc, using all the weight of his momentum to add to the throw.

Move to AF-60
Alchemist's fire (ranged touch, -2 for range): 1d20 + 6 - 2 ⇒ (6) + 6 - 2 = 10
Damage (fire damage): 1d6 ⇒ 2
Miss direction?: 1d8 ⇒ 7 Would land in AF-55, I think
Splash damage: 4 (DC 14 for half)

Round 3, Init 11

"...archers focus fire on the half-orc..."

Quill stifles his childish urge to ask if there was even another opponent to shoot at. Of course we're going to focus fire on that jerk!

Quill 5' steps to AC55, and tries to draw the fire away from the more flammable and vulnerable members of the party.

"Hey Orcface!! I've seen fey that are less weak than you! You fight with bombs!? The only thing that has bombed has your attack on Trunau!! The city stands because we are strong and you are weak!!"

Hehheh...good one Quill! That'll show him!

Quill fires at the orc.
1d20 + 6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 6 + 1 + 1 = 20 to hit; (+PBS,+grudge)
1d8 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 + 1 = 3 damage.

AC 17, HP 15

The half-orc easily sidestepped the worst of Sander's fire, taking only a small bit of scorching on one leg. The side-step caused Molly to miss as well, though Quill's shot was well-aimed. The arrow struck, but then glanced off, deflected by armor or some other trinket, and only scoring a minor wound on the half-orc. The source of the deflection became apparent a moment later as the half-orc held another of his homemade bombs in his hand, this one leaking a foul green substance. He threw it in Sander's general direction, though the bomb did not explode, then faded back out of the light.

As he moved, so too did Yelena, her dwarven legs pumping as she ran to catch up to the half-orc before he could get away.

Down to 1 enemy, so everyone is up!

Here's the map

Sander -5
Mariana -2
Yelena -5
Storn -19
Quill
Molly -3
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Molly charges forward (Moving to AG 53) and flings a pouch of... something at the Half-Orc. As soon as the pouch hits the ground, it breaks open and icky goo goes flying.

Tanglefoot bag, ranged attack 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

After what has admittedly been one hell of a day, Storn slips into happy unconsciousness as the bomb goes off. His mind wanders off and begins dreaming the dreams of mighty warriors.

Stabilize: 1d20 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (13) + 2 - 1 = 14

Sander's eyes go wide and he lets out a yelp of alarm as he sees the bomb roll toward him. He races away from it, shocking himself as he finds his legs propelling him toward the half-orc.

As he runs, he pulls out a sling stone and a vial full of a green oily liquid.

Move to AJ-56 and pulling out his vial of greenblood oil.

Round 4, Init 11

Quill moves to AE51 and tries again to gain the hostility of the half orc.

"Hey Orcface!! I'm talking to you! You too afraid to face me and my arrows of doom!!?!"

Hehheh...good one Quill! That'll show him for sure!

Quill fires at the orc.
1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 6 + 1 = 8 to hit; (+PBS)
1d8 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 + 1 = 10 damage.

Quill misses badly.

AC 17, HP 15

Sander winces at Quill's comments -- and his aim.

Mariana dropped to one knee, casting a spell and sending a small burst of healing energy into Storn. The unconscious man groaned, but his breathing eased, as did the flow of blood from his various wounds. His eyes fluttered open and he smiled up at the bard.

Quill's arrow went wide as he angled for a better shot, and Yelena's swing missed as well. The half-orc grinned and moved in, yanking a notched falchion from his belt. He swung it low and gashed Yelena's side.

Sander launches his poison-laced bullet -- and winces as it bounces off the half-orc's armor.

"S&%*," he curses, quietly (wouldn't want Louly to hear him swearing!), as he sees Yelena battling the monstrous foe.

Mwk sling: 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (11) + 5 - 4 = 12
Damage: 1d3 ⇒ 1

Round 5, Init 11

"...archers focus fire on the half-orc..."

Quill continues his ineffectual assault, both verbal and projectile.

"Hey Orcface!! You think that sword is going to save you?!!"

Quill fires at the orc.
1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 6 + 1 = 21 to hit; (+PBS)
1d8 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 + 1 = 9 damage.

"Well, axe yourself how much that arrow hurt!"

Another good one! Go me!

AC 17, HP 15

What happened to my tanglefoot bag?

Storn's dreams are wild and vivid. Hand in hand, encircling a vast land stand human, elf, orc, dragon, zombie, giant, and every other manner of humanoid and beast. They sing a song of joy, freedom, togetherness. They sing a song of peace. A dove winks.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" roars Storn as the healing magic floods his body, waking him from his horrible nightmare.

"Wait? What?"

He sees the half-orc, and a grin crosses his face. The enormous, hirsute warrior is a complete mess. His armour is covered in his blood and others', his filthy beard is matted with gore, and the expression in his eyes is truly terrifying.

"COME HERE YOU KITTEN-PETTING WIMP! I'LL EAT YOUR CHILDREN!" roars Storn as he clambers to his feet, hauling his huge greatsword up.

It's late and I'm braindead but I imagine grabbing my sword and standing is a full action. If not Storn can go to AE57.

Molly - swallowed by the ether? I think I forgot it.

The creature on the floor snarled at the gooey ropes binding him to the floor, and struggled against it as he continued to fight for his life.

ref: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26

Molly coldly reloads her crossbow, sights on the Half-Orc and spits out harsh-sounding words.

Reload as move action; firing as standard! Ranged attack 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13 for 1d8 ⇒ 1 damage.

Another tap on Storn as Mariana struggles with all that is going on, still feeling out of her leagues.

1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

The storm of blades and arrows continued as the enraged half-orc battled with Yelena. Quill's arrow took him in the side, but the doughty dwarf blocked most of Sander's and Molly's lines of fire. Yelena swung at the orc, who dodged aside and moved in, Molly's tanglefoot bag slowing him enough for Yelena to get off another swing as the half-orc closed. Still, the dwarf was unable to bring her overlong weapon to bear, though she did manage to block her foe's strike. Groaning, Storn stood, reaching down for his weapon as Mariana applied yet another bit of minor healing.

Molly reloads and readies herself to fire again; what else can she -- hang on!

Holding her crossbow in readiness, Molly makes eye contact with the Half-Orc and subjects him to a stare of supernatural virulence!

Evil Eye-hex, Will save DC 14 or take -2 penalty to AC.

Round 5, Init 11

Quill continues his assault on the orc, both verbal and projectile. He switches to orcish as he wants to be understood. 5' step to AD 54.

Quill fires at the orc.
1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 6 + 1 = 9 to hit; (+PBS)
1d8 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 + 1 = 8 damage.

AC 17, HP 15

Sander fires another bullet from his sling, wincing as the stone goes far wide.

I haven't used this thing since I was just a littleling. I should have practiced with it more but there was always so much to do at the shop ...

Mwk sling: 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (7) + 5 - 4 = 8
Damage: 1d3 ⇒ 3

Unable to get a good line for a charge, Storn noisily clanks his way over to the half-orc.

Moving to AH 55.