Alysendra tries to make sense of the recent encounters while she looks over Jorgan. "I can restore your energy, but not until we rest," she reminds him.
Looking at the group, she is ready to move out when the others are. "Where to next? Back to the gug room, or do we try somewhere new? I'd like to find this Storm Tyrant and end him without having to fight too many more minions," she remarks.
Kraygan stands back, beard open in a silent gasp as Jorgan works magic of power the likes he has never seen!
”Yer puttin Spirit back t’gether?! How..?!”
"That's a good idea, Wren," Alysendra replies. "I still have strength to fight, I just don't have the ability to heal Jorgan's hurts. Let's do what we can against the minions, so the Tyrant has less support to call on when we do face him."
Once everyone is ready, Alysendra casts communal resist energy (electricity) on the party, and once they get near to where they first expect trouble, she'll provide 2 shields of faith +4 to whoever can best use it.
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Jorgan's spell works! The soft light beneath the door sends shadows leaping about the room as the sounds of bones rebreaking and muscle attaching sounds quite horrific.
Though as the door opens there stands Spirit, alive and well. Well as could be expected as large deep scars line the ram's body where it was torn apart but it seems to be the same animal companion as was there prior. Spirit licks jorgan's face, leaving large swathes of drool dripping on the Mansion's floor.
"Welcome back to the land of the living," Alysendra greets the ram, astonished at the strength of the dwarf's bond with his mount.
She checks her starknife and magical rods, and looks around. "Let's go kill some giants."
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This room contains a large, rectangular table with chairs to the south, a weapon rack on the north wall, and an ornate side table in the northwest corner. The stench of decay, badly covered by strong spices, comes from the smaller table, which bears a giant platter holding the cooked remains of many animals, humanoids, and other less identifiable creatures.
To the west of this room, a passageway leads to a spiral staircase that climbs up
Guarding the staircase stands a huge lumbering creature. This immense green-skinned brute wields a tree branch for a club and has nine heads, each filled with jutting teeth and tusks. A bundle of seven huge keys hang dangling from his loincloth. He swings the club as it cracks sharply against the wall and roars a cacophonous roar. The multiple roars cause your minds to swim with confusing thoughts as you all hear several different voices.
"Gunginnaar will stop you hear."
"Place you in a cell."
"Rot forever."
"Eat your bones and drink your blood through your entrails."
"Fresh Flesh tastes the best."
"Too little meat on the elf."
"The club bruises the fruit."
+4 if have pair of swords out
Farin
Kraygan (186/186)
Wren
Alysendra (122/122)
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Giant
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Jorgan (179/179)
”Wait, which head do we talk to? Bah, never mind. How about you just eat THIS!!!”
Kraygan and Haggis thunder toward the monster!
Alysendra tries to recall what sort of beast this is.
"Ah, yes... the rare nine-headed giant. I can't recall details, but I believe it bleeds..."
She moves into the room and hurls her starknife at the beast.
plus acid
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Farin vanishes from sight as Kraygan's lance reaches up breaking 5 of the necks on the troll in a single devastating blow.
Wren recalls this particular type of troll as a Jotund Troll. Much like their lesser cousins they also regenerate unless wounded by acid or fire. Their cacophonous roars can cause mass confusion to those around them and if they are able to get their hands around you they will swallow you in an instant.
Alysendra's starknife flits through the air, barley missing Kraygan and Haggis as it sticks into the troll's leg.
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Farin
Kraygan (186/186)
Wren
Alysendra (122/122)
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Giant (-236)
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Jorgan (179/179)
"Giant, troll, it's all the same, really. One ore more heads, claws, teeth, bad breath..." Alysendra replies.
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Wren draws his magical bow and sets its sights on the troll as Alysendra's starknife blinks back into her hands. The huge confusing troll raises it's wooden club high into the air and swings it at Haggis. reaching down he goes for the largest portion of fresh meat.
+ Grab
The troll bonks Haggis over the head as a pair of the heads lurch down and take hold of the yak in their huge maws. Slobbering drool and the smell of ole rotten meat wafts through Kraygan's beard as the troll's frenzy for hunger reaches intense levels. Ripping it's head upward the troll moves with amazing speed to swallow the yak whole, the only thing that stopped it was Haggis squirming and hooves blocked a bit of the mouth, though the yak isn't going to last long.
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Farin
Kraygan (186/186)(Haggis 99/129)
Wren
Alysendra (122/122)
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Giant (-236)
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Jorgan (179/179)
"Gods, can you boys keep your pets out of danger?" Alysendra gripes, to hide her shock at the speed of the creature's attacks. She casts divine favor on herself and hurls her starknife repeatedly at the beast, hoping to kill it before it eats the yak.
+ acid
+ acid
+ acid
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Round 2
”Fire good.”
Wren will fire a pair of arrows at the troll, trusting that it’s Alysendra’s acid that truly ends the threat.
to hit; (Heroism)
magic damage.
to hit; (Heroism)
magic damage.
to hit; (Heroism)
more magic damage.
to hit; (Haste, Heroism)
magic damage.
[ ooc]Haste (round 1/15): +1 to hit, AC, reflex, attx, yadayadayada. [/ooc]
HP: 91/91
AC: 19 (+4 w/mage armor, if haste then AC 20)
Readied action acid:
[ dice]1d20+12+1[/dice] touch to hit;
[ dice]1d6+7[/dice] acid damage.
Effects: mage armor, overland flight, heroism
Right: Bow
Left:
Glove: Staff of Frost
Iron Ring: 0/1 used
Rod Lsr Extend: 2/3 used
Rod Lsr Quicken: 0/3 used
Firestorm: 0/3 used
Staff of Frost: 2/10 used
Acid 0/10 used: Acid Dart (1d6+6 acid, 10/day) (Sp) As a standard action, ranged touch deals acid dam vs. foe in 30 ft.
Blip: 34 of 90 5' steps used
12th Level: The bow counts as a +2 Adaptive Flaming Composite Longbow. Scorching Ray now only costs 1 charge and replaces the arcane bolt. The fireball spell is now under the effects of the quickened metamagic feat though only for the use of a full attack with the bow itself with the fireball itself counting as one of the attacks.
14th Level: The bow allows the use of summon monster VI for 3 charges to summon fire elementals only. The Fireball spell now only costs 2 charges and is under the effects of the empower metamagic feat. The bows power increases the charges to 5 each day as the rubies themselves begin to grow.
[ dice]1d20+13[/dice] to hit;[/dice]
[ dice]1d8+3[/dice] magic damage.[/dice]
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Farin clings to the shadows unseen as Wren's arrows pierce it's chest, ending the trolls life. Lying on the ground it slowly regenerates until Alysendra scorches the wounds with acid, slowly dragging her starknife across the open wounds.
A Gargantuan +3 scimitar, three Gargantuan morningstars, and a Large masterwork longsword sit on the weapon rack. On the table in the
northwest corner, beside the horrid finger food platter suited to the jotund troll’s cannibalistic and necrophagic tastes, are a tall pewter pitcher and three matching goblets. The pitcher contains several gallons of wine from the ash giants in the caldera.
Farin
Kraygan (186/186)(Haggis 99/129)
Wren
Alysendra (122/122)
Jorgan (179/179)
"Well done! Alysendra cries as the massive troll hits the ground. After making sure it doesn't regenerate, Alysendra follows the group to the door the troll was guarding.
"This way, I suppose?" she asks, pointing south.
As the group moves to the door, Alysendra casts cure serious wounds on Haggis.
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Wren stows his bow, coming into the room once the troll is dead.
"Well, that's a first. I would not have expected to ever meet, let alone help in defeat a foe like this. These trolls are near mythical, legendary, almost. And now one lays dead at our feet...ha," Wren hisses, trying to enjoy his few remaining hours of life for he would be surely be dead soon.
He will identify the magics, packing only the magics, and be ready to move on.
"Yes, AlleyCatBra, that is a good next step." Wren will follow Alysendra.
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With the troll defeated the group decides to investigate what exactly it was guarding. heading up to tthe second floor you find a meeting room of sorts.
The walls of this room are lined with decorative wooden panels that enhance the acoustics. The chamber is furnished with a large round table surrounded by eight padded, high-backed chairs. A faintly luminous glass globe sits in the middle of the table.
The glass globe is over 5 feet in diameter and looks to weigh nearly 100 pounds.
”Har! With Jorgan n’ Spirit back with us we kin face anythin!” Kraygan grabs a pitcher of wine and cheers before pouring some on his face, and partially into his mouth. Shaking out his mane of hair he leads the way up to the next room.
”Oooo, wassat?” He points at the globe, half in awe and half in worry. After all the magical miracles he’s witnessed, he still doesn’t trust the arcane.
Alysendra takes in the others' words. Is it possible... we actually are strong enough to defeat this threat? Might we... win?
Entering the meeting room, Alysendra looks at the globe worriedly. "What have we here?" she mutters. "Looks like the crystal ball Madame Mvashti uses to foretell the future..." She casts detect magic, but with little hope of understanding the object.
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Kraygan pours the several gallons of wine over his face, drinking his fair share as the group heads up the stairs. The crimson wine dripping all over the floor from his beard as Alysendra inspects the strange globe.
Alysenra detects a very strong aura of divination around it, though her knowledge on the subject is little.
Kraygan begins to feel quite funny from the giant's wine. It must have been quite potent.
Farin
Kraygan (154/170; Ash Leprosy; 2 con damage; 1 cha drain)(Haggis 99/129)
Wren
Alysendra (122/122)
Jorgan (179/179)
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Wren is not sure this globe even has a name but it has powerful magic tied to it and the cloud giants. Working through his magical algorithms and knowledge Wren determines a few of the inner workings of the swirling vortex within.
Firstly by touching the globe and concentrating, a cloud giant can telepathically contact any other cloud giant in Ironcloud Keep, as telepathic bond.
Rather than communicate with cloud giants in the castle, however, such a creature can use the globe only for a couple additional purposes. By concentrating on the globe you would be able to determine living cloud giants within the castle as well as distance and direction.
Also The user can sense a telepathic impulses coming from higher in the castle down to the Castle's Engine room. This must be crown that Volstus is wearing that you heard of. The same crown allowing him to steer and control the castle as well as the link to the fail-safe bomb. By concentrating further you would be able to lock in the location of the Storm Tyrant within the castle!
Alysendra turns away from the ball, since it's clearly beyond her knowledge. She sees Kraygan guzzling the wine, and emits a series of exasperated sputters.
"Wha... don't... what... what?"
Too late, she extends her detect magic to the wine, to see if it had any properties of note.
Kraygan coughs and sputters, then lets out a whoop!
”Wow! This stuff is great! Really has a nice KICK to it!” Feeling challenged by the wine, Kraygan takes another guzzling gulp.
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Wren will explain what the globe does, admiring the magics involved. He really appreciates the worksmanship and efforts. He smiles at the globe.
”This is a really neat magic. Destroy it,” Wren says to Kraygan. ”If we fail, we can’t allow this item to be used in the conquest of everything. Destroy it.”
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”Aye Capt’n!!” Kraygan finishes his drink and tosses aside the empty wine jug, then takes up the Hammer of Thunderbolts and gives the orb his best giantslaying smash.
Alysendra's eye widen as she processes what Wren is saying. "Wha... but... what... WAIT!" She'll try to stop Kraygan before he swings. If she fails, and if the globe survives the first attack, Alysendra will grab Kraygan's arm and attempt to stop him.
For good or ill, Kraygan is just a little quicker on the draw.
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Little does Kraygan know but that kick happens to be a tinge of Ash Leprosy as he gets drunk on giant diseases. Raising his Hammer of Thunderbolts he brings it crashing down on top of the magical orb. The hammer bounces off sending large cracks radiating all throughout the orb. It looks to still be barely functioning but not likely to survive another blow from Kraygan.
"Now, I don't understand this orb, and I agree, we must deny it to our enemies... but we also need to find and kill the Storm Tyrant. If this lets us *find* him, we can go there, now, and kill him. If we just go room to room, we run the risk of being killed before we get to him." Alysendra explains calmly, though inside she is anything but calm. Why is this so hard... if we kill the leader and disable this flying castle, the giants will go back to fighting each other! Surely we aren't trying to kill every giant in the land!
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Wren prestidigitates some swirling colors near Kraygan, changing them in interesting ways.
Wren looks at Alysendra.
"Great, if you can make it work, make it work. If not, we destroy it before or after you find the King...because if we fail, we can't allow this to exist. Be quick, I can't distract the dwarf for too much longer," Wren urges.
After loosing a heroic belch, Kraygan takes a swipe at Wren’s funny colors.
”Die sparkles!”
Alysendra deflates and turns away. "I already said I don't understand the globe's magic, and I have no hope of making it work." She shakes her head sadly.
"Why are we even here? If we're just here to fight, you can do that on the ground, or in the mountains, or anywhere. Hells, let the giants and their flying castle bring war to Varisia, you'll have all the fighting you want."
She points to the globe. "But *that*... that can help us STOP the giants. We can find the Storm Tyrant, go there, and kill him. We can spare the lives of thousands of innocent people on the ground."
"But for that to happen... well, someone would need to *care* about what happens." She draws her starknife and checks her buckler. "Since apparently no one does, let's go kick down another door and see if we live or die."