Toboyn looks at the dwarf, shaking his head slightly: a hardy example of a hardy race. "Balmir, I think we'll first want to make camp and rest a bit. As for the purpose of this building ... perhaps it is simply a factory for such creatures as we fought. Most likely we will never know. Now who has first watch? Balmir, do you remember that trick I showed you with the stars?"
Tam says, "I could definitely use a nap and a sandwich. Maybe we'll learn more about this building as we search it further. For now let's just find a safe place to rest."
You find that the building serves well as shelter for the night, and take a much needed rest.
In the morning Somer considers his spells but only makes a small change to what he normally prepares.
As you enter T, a low fog rolls in, dancing between the slender gray tree trunks and painting everything in a silvery mist. The blanket of brown fallen leaves crunches softly underfoot and the air smells fresh and earthy.
A hunchbacked and sickly-looking giant with boil-covered skin is trudging up the canyon from the southwest, leading a patrol of a several ogres. The ogres appear to be playing a game in which they hurl a furry ball at each other while laughing and making jokes.
Thanks to Mouser, you are able to hide behind some trees. You can engage the ogres at T or let them pass.
"Well look what Gorum brought us. Another opportunity to rid the world of a scourge. Shall we charge straight in?"
"Gorum might have brought us an opportunity, but Cayden leads us to make better opportunity than charging in. Remember his wisdom: 'Fighting fair is for people with more titles than straight teeth'. He looks to his party, then at the puzzled Balmir "Let those of us who can fight at a distance soften them up a bit first; all right?"
He pauses a moment, eyeing his targets ... was that furry ball a head?
"A head? " "Sounds like something they would do... despicable."
He watches for a moment.
"Striking first and letting them come to us makes sense to me as well. What do you think, shall I try and put one down with some arrows or try to blind a couple?"
"Whatever you do, consider doing it to the hunchback; he concerns me strangely."
Somer nods and readies, first casting Mirror Image on himself and then drawing his arrows.
Realizing that the range on his scorching ray will not make it, even with an arrow, he readies to fire gloomblind bolts with his arrows. He looks to Tam first to make sure he is ready before the arrows fly as well.
With a nod he fires.
+DC17 or blinded one round.
Toboyn, the battle being joined, assays an attack of his own:
which he feels was a little on the light side.
"Hmm. Firbolg and ogres. Right."
Tam wiggles his fingers and throws down a rainbow pattern to hypnotize the ogres.
Three of the four ogre barbarians are immediately fascinated, but one manages to shake it off.
Somer targets the hunchback (I assume).
Toboyn notices Tamxander casting, and reconsiders ... he's been relying on smiting a bit much lately; perhaps something more ... nuanced. He turns to Balmir. "It's dangerous to go alone. Take this," he says, casting heroism upon the dwarf.
Toboyn ponders the group they're attacking. Something about that creature in the center; sickly and weak, yet in command. He decides to take a chance that his strengths aren't, well, strength, and casts against a caster.
Silence, cast on the hunchback. DC 17 Will negates.
"Ok now. Looks like we're not hiding no more so it's my turn." Balmir moves directly towards the closest giant while pulling Agrimmosh into his hand.
With 3 of the ogres still fascinated, the 4th swings at Balmir, but missing by a mile.
Tam continues concentrating on his rainbow pattern.
The hunchback pulls out an egg and crushes it in her hand, clearly good and rotten. Suddenly, and noxious fog rolls in over Tam, Toboyn and Somer.
Toboyn feels as much as smells the wave of vileness, but steadies himself.
He blinks away a tear, but reflects on one particularly memorable place of worship and its early-morning odors; this may only be the second worst smell he's encountered.
"I thought that one would be trouble ... well, I can be trouble as well!"
Balmir steps in closer to the giant and swings his hammer at its knees.
Tam gags, retches, and loses his concentration on his spell.
Mouser kills his target, leaving an opening for Balmir to move up to the hunchback.
Balmir hits the spellcaster hard, hearing bones crack and watching as she shrinks in size to no much more than a mere human.
Toboyn follows up with a blast of light, which does enough damage to finish the job.
The three fascinated ogres still do nothing.
Balmir grins as the giant falls. Then he moves immediately to one of the fascinated ones.
Somer thinks little of the egg until he finds himself retching and spilling the contents of his stomach.
Toboyn looks over at the melee; Balmir and Mouser seem to have things well in hand; he decides to observe. He glances at his companions ... worship has given him a stronger stomach, he supposes. "It's not so bad, really, when you get used to it. Puts me to mind of the pickled egg dish Omarka Yam serves at 'The Yacht'. Care for some ale to take the edge off?", he asks, rummaging through his pack.
"I'll admit, the view does leave something to be desired, though," Toboyn continues, walking out of the cloud.
Somer manages to gag less and stumbles out of the cloud.
Balmir wastes no time in striking at the next giant.
It would have hit, but you killed it off with the first blow. Purple falls to the ground dead.
The others, finally free from the fascination, are not so fascinated with the scene before them. The turn tail and run.
Do you let them go, or give chase?
"Not so fast!" Balmir shouts and begins to chase after the slowest giant. "Stay here and face my wrath and your judgement!"
"Can't have these two running off to warn their fellows", thinks Toboyn. And in any case, Balmir seems determined. He decides to take a shot.
As they turn to run Somer tries to slow them with glitterdust.