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Chumtooth strikes back at the one that hit him, inflicting a minor wound. Dantes follows up with another volley of magic missiles, leaving the giant reeling, even as Faengrim brings the other down.
STATUS
Cyclops 1: dead
Cyclops 2: dead
Cyclops 3: AC 19, -33 hp
Cyclops 4: dead
Chumtooth: AC 22, 78/111 hp
Riori: AC 25, 87/87 hp
Faengrim: AC 23, 75/114 hp
Rogar: AC 25, 93/93 hp
Dantes: AC 15, 65/65 hp
With just one left, Riori sticks to star-slinging, hurling the magic starknife that returned to her back out again.
The starknife returns to her hand. She takes a step eastward and with her free hand, pulls the other knife she has on her belt in case the giant still stands.
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Both Riori and Rogar hit with their attacks! The giant falters, but does not fall. It stands for a second, shakes its head to clear it of the effects of Rogar's toxicant, and then roars a new challenge! It slashes at the captain again, striking him twice with uncanny accuracy!
STATUS
Cyclops 1: dead
Cyclops 2: dead
Cyclops 3: AC 19, -51 hp
Cyclops 4: dead
Chumtooth: AC 22, 16/111 hp
Riori: AC 25, 87/87 hp
Faengrim: AC 23, 75/114 hp
Rogar: AC 25, 93/93 hp
Dantes: AC 15, 65/65 hp
Chumtooth roars in fury as the giant wounds him. He lunges again with his harpoon, and lashes out with his sharpened teeth.
Riori winces at the battering Chumtooth receives but knows Chumtooth will not take that lightly. She cheers as he brings the giant down. Rehooking her starknives to their holster, she goes up to him. "All right now, hold still."
Her hand glows purple and she taps his arm, and strong healing energies course through his bodies, returning lacerations and bruises to normal color.
"And you too, Faengrim."
Satisfied this begins the healing process for both of them, she pulls out a wand of cure light wounds to expedite their return to normal health.
She is noticeably stiffer around Faengrim, but does her duty fully. The crew is well aware of her tale of the shark eating her leg, she's told it a few times on a drunken evening at shore leave. Whether subconsciously or self-aware, she's a little more leery of the wereshark.
As his wounds close, and bruises fade, Chumtooth throws his head back and makes a strange growling noise (perhaps a sigh of relief). He looks down at the giant and smiles. "You were strong, and almost killed me, but I was stronger. Your chief's head will adorn my belt!"
He turns to Riori, and gives her a nod of his head, and a grunt of respectful acknowledgement, which is about as much of a heartfelt thanks that anyone has received from the Kuru.
"Take their coins, and let us move on."
Faengrim knows the tale of Riori's shark-bitten leg. He does not go out of his way to agitate her, but neither does he work to make her feel batter around him.
Faengrim looks at Riori as she tends to him. His wide set black eyes stay upon her, creepily. When he finishes he says simply, "Thanks." He then goes to stand ready to continue the slaughter.
Dantes looks frustrated. "These brutes hardly seem to be the worthy successors of their illustrious ancestors. Hopefully we can still find a bounty of their legendary treasures here."
Riori smiles overly sweetly at Faengrim. He behaves pretty much as she expects. "Of course you're very welcome."
She looks around at the ruins. "What happened to those ancestors anyway? Why'd they get so... stupid?"
"They died. Like these here will. If they were smart, they would all leave or join the crew."
"If you're ready, we can continue on before they organize."
Riori is ready to move on when the dwarves finish their search.
While Doc looks over the fresh carcasses, Dantes checks around for any latent arcane fields that might indicate a lost treasure.
"If we follow the strongest magic, we will find the Stone, yes?" Chumtooth asks the group.
"I'm not sure that's necessarily the case... could be all kinds of magic in these old ruins. If you want to be sure and you can wait a few minutes, I could consult my star charts to see if it's a good direction to go in..."
"If the stars can lead us to the Stone, then yes, speak to them," Chumtooth replies.
"Alright then. I should have asked earlier, I suppose. Though we need to scout the island anyways. Before I do, Dantes, you see anything particular about the door? I can take a look myself, if that's alright."
Before spending the time consulting her charts, she looks at the door Dantes pointed out using detect magic to see if she can identify the particular enchantment.
She'll report back whatever she identifies, such as if it appears to be trapped.
She'll also pull out her case holding her astrological charts and calculation devices.
If the door appears to be trapped/magically locked, she'll try to determine if there's any benefit to bother with going through the door.
If the magic through the door seems harmless or beneficial, she'll instead consult the charts to determine if exploring these ruins in general will get them closer to their goal of finding the stone.
The type of magic is definitely transmutation (I was mistaken above), of moderate strength. The door is neither locked nor appears trapped.
The charts indicate both weal and woe.
"There's more danger beyond, but we may also find something we are looking for. I'm not sure if it's the stone or other treasure, but it's probably worth heading in this direction as long as we remain prepared for anything."
Faengrim tried to wait patiently as Riori consulted with the stars or the bones or the ancients or whatever, but his heavy sighs grew more and more regular. Once she gets done, he is quick to say, "Treasure this way? Ok. Let's go." He immediately moves to open it.
Riori nods to confirm treasure is nearby, and gestures as Faengrim moves toward the door. "After you."
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Faengrim opens the door to reveal the smell of stagnant water and discarded offal fills this low-lying cave. A wide pool takes up the eastern part of the chamber, while scattered bones lie strewn across the rest of the floor. Among the bones, a bejeweled short sword glints between two passageways leading north.
Faengrim looks about for a trick or a trap before going forth to claim the loot.
+2 in urban terrain; +4 in water terrain; +2 v aquatic humanoids; +4 v giants; +4 v humans
Chumtooth moves into the room, and looks around for trouble, as well.
Riori nods at the sword. "Not the stone. Definitely the source of magic. Extra durability, sharpness, that sort of thing."
"The floor is trapped. Can someone fix it? Can someone magic the loot over to us?"
If neither can be done, Faengrim will try to beat the trap. Reflex +11
"Perhaps, but we still need to explore on the other side. I can cast a spell upon you that will allow you to fly for several minutes. Long enough to ferry all of us across the... suspect area." Dantes eyes the floor where Faengrim is indicating, not seeing the trapped floor that he seems to have spotted.
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[ooc]Rogar, the whole floor seems suspect. In fact, when you bend down to prod it, the entire floor shifts and moves upward with startling speed. You barely manage to withdraw in time to avoid being trapped within the tight ball that it forms in the center of the room. The "ball" is a dark grey color, like that of stone. It grows a pseudopod and attacks!
INITIATIVE
Chumtooth
Riori
Dantes
Rogar
Faengrim
"Ball"
Chumtooth hurls his harpoon at the "Ball".
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Seeing the harpoon bounce off the hostile once-floor, Riori sees what magic can do, pointing her starknife at it. Light coalesces around her and collects at the end of one blade before it becomes a concentrated ray that beams toward the creature.
What is this thing
Assuming there was an actual floor beneath,
Faengrim rushes in.
+2 Greatsword: vital strike
Dantes readies his wand and fires two magic missiles at the strange mass. Even as he does, he searches his memory for any clue as to what it may be.
Magic missiles damage .
Knowledge check , Arcana +18, Dungeoneering +15, Local +15, Planes +13, Religion +13.
I'll give Dantes another day before I bot him.
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Ah, yes. Sorry. Neither Faengrim nor Rogar has any luck with identification. Dantes identifies the beast as a trapper, a creature from the Underdark. He can tell you that it is extremely resistant to slashing and bludgeoning weapons, as well as extremes of temperature. Trappers constrict and suffocate their prey.
Riori's starknife's beam has a better success, damaging the flesh of the thing. Likewise, it doesn't seem resistant to Dante's magic missiles, and Faengrim's powerful blow actually manages to get past the stone-like exterior, but doesn't seem to do as much damage as would be expected.
The trapper lashes out at the one who hurt it the worst; Riori! The stargazer blocks the pseudopod with her shield at the last possible second.
plus grab
STATUS
Trapper: AC 25, -30 hp
Chumtooth: AC 19, 111/111 hp
Riori: AC 25, 87/87 hp
Dantes: AC 25, 65/65 hp
Rogar: AC 25, 93/93 hp
Faengrim: AC 23, 85/124 hp
Hearing about the creature, Faengrim drops his sword and dives in at it tooth and claw.
Claw (P/S): magic, silver, power attack
Claw (P/S): magic, silver, power attack
Bite (B/P/S): magic, silver, power attack
"Oh, you don't like Desna's starlight? Take another, you sad excuse for flotsam!"
Dantes continues to bombard the creature with magic missiles from his wand. Damage
Chumtooth hurls his harpoon again, hoping to have better success this time.
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Another barrage of attacks goes off. Chumtooth again hurls his harpoon, and this time, he strikes deeply into the creature's flesh! Riori unleashes another searing light, eliciting a shriek of pain from the thing, and Dantes adds another round of magic missiles to the fray. Rogar puts a poisoned bolt into it and Faengrim tries tooth and claw against the thing, but is unable to penetrate its hide.
Though still alive, the thing is wounded. It begins to undulate towards a wall of rubble on the north wall with enough space that it might be able to squeeze past. AoO for Faengrim if he wants it.
STATUS
Trapper: AC 25, -82 hp (trappers are immune to precision damage, like critical hits or sneak attacks)
Chumtooth: AC 19, 111/111 hp
Riori: AC 25, 87/87 hp
Dantes: AC 25, 65/65 hp
Rogar: AC 25, 93/93 hp
Faengrim: AC 23, 85/124 hp