"I'll get around the back!" Jorgan calls as he makes his way around. "I think I'm with Wren here; a pet giant don't sound like any sort of fun to me! Take it down!"
When Jorgan runs around the far side of the Beacon, Kraygan tries to wave him away.
"Get away from the beacon! It's gonna blow!"
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As the Orcs advanced Kraygan slams his lance into the it's chest slightly knocking the wind from it.
Vanderhoff darts forward as he slams his hammer into the dirt. He only turned his eyes for a moment to keep an eye on the giant.
Torgan and Jorgan rush forward While Wren hurls a Tangleburn bag at the giant.
The bag smashes into the giant as tar and flames lick all about.
The giant catches on fire. It's face winces in pain but it seems to take it in stride.
The giant also seems to be stuck to the ground. The orcs begin to grumble and point at the fiery goo covering their weapon.
Kraygan lowers his stance as he gts into a defensive position.
The orcs once again maneuver the chains to swing the giant's arms about wildly.
The giant swings wildly at the low dwarf.
Vanderhoff (21/24)
Torgan (26/31)
Wren
Jorgan
Kraygan (Fuse Grenade 0 rounds;)
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Van swings his hammer again, but is too preoccupied watching the giant to come close to connecting with his attack.
Torgan slams his right maulaxe into the short barricade and uses it to lever over the wooden emplacement. "Hup!"
He lands roughly on the dirt before rolling forward, drawing his waraxe and trying to slam it into the green-skinned orc. "This is fer Trunau, ye bloody orc!"
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Round 6
Wren draws an alchemist flask, continuing his barrage on the giant.
touch to hit; (+PBS,-range)
fire damage.
fire damage.
Wren 5' steps back, unsure what to expect.
HP: 19/19
AC: 17
Con: 12
HP: 10/11
AC: 11
Fort: +6 Ref: +5 Will: +1
Con: 17
[ dice]1d20+4+1[/dice] to hit; (PBS)
[ dice]1d6+1[/dice] damage.
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Van swings wildly not wanting to get too close to the giant as Torgan nearly cleaves the orc in two, staggering it.
Wren hurls an alchemist fire right in front of the giant as it continues to burn.
Vanderhoff (21/24)
Torgan (26/31)
Wren
Jorgan
Kraygan (Fuse Grenade 0 rounds;)
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Cave Giant w/ Orcs (green -18; staggered)(Giant-11;-2 att/AC; on fire)
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As the grenade blows, Kraygan comes out from behind his shield and thrusts his lance at the orc flanked by Torgan.
Seeing the giant stuck, he leans back and turns his boots in to guide Haggis backwards, gaining distance for a charge.
"Keep the way clear for me lance cousins!"
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The grenade explodes sending pieces of flaming lumber flying in all directions, nearly impaling the orc!
Kraygan sets his lance on the green orc as he snaps it's neck. The orc falls lifelessly to the ground. Though it still remains shackles to the giant.
Vanderhoff (21/24)
Torgan (26/31)
Wren
Jorgan
Kraygan
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Cave Giant w/ Orcs (red -11)(Giant-21;-2 att/AC; on fire)
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Luckily Jorgan and Hops are able to get around behind the giant before the explosion. "We've got this one!" Jorgan yells as he closes in on the red orc.
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As Kraygan backs Haggis up the orc's see an opening and slam the giant's fist down in the spot that Kraygan stood.
The giants fist slams into the dirt
Jorgan gets behind the orc just a mere second before the grenade explodes. Luckily for Jorgan the orc's body shields him from the majority of the shrapnel.
In pain the Orc attempts to get the giant free from the sticky mess around it's feet by pulling on it's chains to get it to move
The Giant tears free from it's bonds as it slowly lumbers forward.
The orc seeing that the creature is on fire begins to slap at it with the chains and it's fists in spots to get it put out.
The orc's slapping seems to do nothing for the fire
Something in the giant's eyes seem to snap when the orc's strikes it this time. A small gleam in it's eyes that scares Kraygan to his core.
The giant arches it's back as it lets loose a deafening roar. Spittle flies and is left hanging from it's massive tusks as it tears into a mighty rage. Lifting it's arms the orcs tries to pull them back down but seems to have little success as the Giant lifts both orcs right off the ground.
The giant swings around, taking the chains and the orcs in a wide arc around him. Little Green Play People The giant says with a little chuckle.
The previously dead orc is flung from the shackle as his hand drops to the ground while the red orc seems to be hanging on with everything that he can.
The chain and Orc whiz right over Torgan and Vanderhoff's heads with a whoosh as they momentarily hear the orc scream as it passes.
Vanderhoff (21/24)
Torgan (26/31)
Wren
Jorgan
Kraygan
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Cave Giant w/ Orcs (red -11)(Giant-21; on fire; Rage 1)
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"Balls!" Vanderhoff mutters as the orcs become weapons of the giant.
With a roar that soon becomes a sob of frustration, Van steps up and wildly swings his hammer at the giant.
"Oh no you don't!"
Jorgan closes the gap and swings at the giant, followed by Hops.
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Round 7
fire damage.
Wren draws yet another alchemist fire and tosses it at the giant.
touch to hit; (+PBS,-range)
fire damage.
Wren, seeing that his facing a giant dual-wielding orcs, takes a few steps back.
Holy Flaming Piddlespot!
HP: 19/19
AC: 17
Con: 12
HP: 10/11
AC: 11
Fort: +6 Ref: +5 Will: +1
Con: 17
[ dice]1d20+4+1[/dice] to hit; (PBS)
[ dice]1d6+1[/dice] damage.
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"..." Torgan is at a lack for words at the whirling orc, but only momentarily. "Eh, no big loss, lads!"
He steps in and swings his axes at the giant, using his ancestral training to weave through the massive tree trunk arms.
Kraygan watches in awe as the giant flings the orcs about like children's toys. The crazed look in the monster's eye is fearsome, but also familiar. A chill runs down his throat, and bile rises to meet it. He is suddenly very aware of the keg strapped to his saddle.
"No time for that Kraygan."
Gritting his teeth, Kraygan commits himself, fighting fire with fire.
"Hah! Looks like the big idiot finally woke up!" He shouts, burning away doubt with rage. "Alright boys, all together now on the giant!" With a sharp kick he sets Haggis into a charge.
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Vanderhoff dives in with his hammer and back out as the orc swings by. He is unable to find a good opportunity to hop In and misses the giant.
Torgan seeing Van hesitate fearlessly jumps in and slices at the Giants leg, drawing blood
Torgan is nearly clipped by the Orc on his way in.
Wren hurls more fire at the Giant as it doesn't even flinch at the flames. The alchemist's fire slams into the giant's chest in a small ball of fire.
Jorgan misses the orc as it is lifted high into the air. As the orc begins to spin he darts forward but his axe is unable to penetrate the Giant's thick hide.
Kraygan takes a moment of contemplation before he charges into the Giant. His lance nearly shatters against the immense weight as it strikes the Giant.
The giant slowly drops the orcs to the ground as it raises it's hands to it's face. NO! NO! BEARDED GREEN PEOPLE STOP HURT CRUSHER! The giant screams as it begins to claw long lines down it's face with it's nails. Small streams of blood begin to flow down it's face.
The orc stands attempting to get the giant to smash it's arms but unable to get it to move.
Vanderhoff (21/24)
Torgan (26/31)
Wren
Jorgan
Kraygan
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Van tries to take better aim this time, swinging his hammer with power!
Jorgan hesitates a moment at the giant's reaction. "Something ain't right here. Let's put it out of its misery either way, I guess. Being a giant is what I'd call misery, at least." Jorgan swings his axe down on the giant as Hops swings his horns into its side.
Though inflicting a devastating wound to the giant, Kraygan's berserk charge also seems to have knocked the wind from the dwarf as well. Reeling in his saddle and gasping deep breaths, he thrusts again at the daft monster and sets Haggis to thrash his horns at its knees.
"Whatever's..." *huff!* "wrong with it... *huff!* "it's gotta be put down!"
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Vanderhoff is finally able to connect with his hammer. He feels the small crack of bone as the Giant's knee begins to turn a deep purple.
The giant's skin continues to bubble. Crusher Hot....
Wren sinks an arrow into the creatures shoulder. Jorgan leaps from Hops and nearly falls on his face causing himself and Hops to miss the giant.
Kraygan, out of breath is able to dart his lance into the giant's ribs as Haggis rams it's wounded knee.
Vanderhoff (21/24)
Torgan (26/31)
Wren
Jorgan
Kraygan
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Torgan isn't sympathetic to the giant in the least. "You come t' my town an' expect mercy? NEVER!" Torgan yells as he swings his axes at the freakish childlike giant.
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Torgan swings at the giant and misses as a large cloud of dust is kicked into the air.
The giant begins to babble incoherently. Crusher want to crush, hot fire, little green play people let Crusher crush!
The cave giant seems extremely confused as it wails about stumbling towards the fire. The orc continues to pull on the chains to little success
Vanderhoff (21/24)
Torgan (26/31)
Wren
Jorgan
Kraygan
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Torgan scowls. "Fer Trunau!" the blonde dwarf yells as he leaps forward and brings both of his axes down on the giant in a single, double-handed swing.
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Wren fires another arrow into the giant's knee, adding more kindling to the flames, staggering the giant. The giant falls to a knee as blood and tears stream down it's face mixed with rage. Torgan slams an axe on either side of it's neck ending it's miserable life.
Seeing the giant fall the orc goes wide eyed and tried to run away. Forgetting it was shackled to the giant it is yanked backwards into the dirt. Looking up it is surrounded by a series of spears as a bloodied Kurst Grath rides up on a horse. The giant got a little away from us as we drew it close to the wall. The man says catching his breath.
Looking to the group You guys all right? Glad to see you are still alive. He says with a smile.
Quickly he begins barking orders for the squad of men to begin securing the area.
Riding up to Kraygan he says. With their siege engine and Cave Giant taken care of the Orcs seem to be scattering. That being said this is not over yet I am afraid. The guards saw a lone humanoid accompanied by wolves dash into the tunnel that the Cave Giant created behind you almost immediately followed by shortly after by another humanoid figure.
He shifts on the horse as it prances about. Please enter the tunnel, secure whatever is inside that they are after and apprehend or flush out whoever is hiding within. I will place guards outside the tunnel's entrance to make sure that no one else enters or exit's it.
His mustache puffing out with every breath, Kraygan is too tired to properly celebrate the defeat of the cave giant. Leaning heavily on the horn of his saddle, he nods solemnly over the corpse at Torgan. "Good work cousin." His eyes pass over the others. "Well fought. We're all Giantslayers now."
He is still catching his wind as Kurst rides up and secures the area, and when the man approaches Kraygan with new orders he nods, and takes a deep breath just shy of a sigh.
He also turns to look at Wren. Clearly deferring to the elf. "Looks like we ain't done yet, Capt'n."
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Wren takes to a knee, almost mimicking the giant's fall with one of his own. He rubs his left knee while breathing through open mouth. He stares at Kurst with tired eyes, unbelieving that there might be more.
Slowly, he nods to the militia commander; wearily he rises to his two elven feet. He stows his bow, unwilling yet to acquiesce.
He also turns to look at Wren. Clearly deferring to the elf. "Looks like we ain't done yet, Capt'n."
Wren scowls. And scowls again, glancing at Kraygan.
No. Never again. NEVER AGAIN.
Wren shakes his head, clearly trying to get more than this battle, this carnage, this disaster out of his memory.
"Kurst, we'll do what needs to be done. Do you have any way to aid us? Or do you have any idea what they could want inside?" Wren turns to Kurst.
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Kurst looks to Wren. I didn't even know this cavern was here. The orcs must have been looking for this He says as he points to the painted white sword on the stone's surface. [/b] These symbols have been showing up for weeks.
What aid do you require I have just a little basic equipment here but I have no men to spare unfortunately.
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Seeing the giant fall, Vanderhoff looks around to make sure there are no more enemies, then collapses, flat on the ground, eyes closed, trying to catch his breath.
When Kurt shows up, Van slowly pulls himself to a sitting position, one arm resting on a raised knee, listening. After being asked to investigate the tunnel, Van falls back to ground, closes his eyes, and says. "Balls! Angradd help me....."
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"What aid do you require I have just a little basic equipment here but I have no men to spare unfortunately."
"Balls! Angradd help me....."
Wren nods to Kurst and at Vanderhoff's words, uncertain to which he is agreeing.
Balls.
"Why don't we just cave in the...uh..cave?" Wren asks, looking to the dwarfkind near him. "We have grenades, we can get picks, or whatever..." Wren says without much knowledge of what it takes to mine or unmine or do stonework. "Let's just collapse the cave and be done. Who cares what is inside? Let them die."
"Ever collapsed a cave, elf boy? It's harder than you'd think, and much more dangerous." Jorgan leans over and rests his hands on his knees to take a few deep breaths.
What aid do you require I have just a little basic equipment here but I have no men to spare unfortunately.
"What we need is healing magic. Got any? This thing-" he holds up the wand "-was brand new when we started. Just about out now. Let's patch up and head in."
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Normally I would agree with you Wren but I am afraid our dwarven friend is correct. If we collapse it we risk the chances of cutting off or damaging the water reservoir and that is Trunau's only source of fresh water.
Looking to Jorgan Krath replies. I am afraid that I don't have any myself. All I possess is a small sack of Alchemist's fire that we gathered from a band of orcs and some simple weapons and arrows.
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"Normally I would agree with you Wren but I am afraid our dwarven friend is correct..."
Wren glances at the dwarf, then back at Kurst.
"We can drag some big boulders. We have yaks, and even a horse. I'll seal it up tight. Whomever is inside can try to dig themselves out," Wren offers. "It's just..."
...my knees hurt.
...they are still dwarves.
...I'm tired and want my bed.
...I want to die under the open sky. Don't make me die in a cave like a lesser mortal.
...ah piddlespot.
Wren shakes his head. Then nods, his better ideas and objections dying on his lips.
I still draw breath. I can still die doing something noble.
He reaches for his waterskin, intending to take a long drink...then looks over at the dwarves.
"Do any of you have a real drink to share before we go in?"
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Kraygan unstraps the keg from his saddle and hands it to Wren.
"Leave a sip behind if ye would."
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As the group gathers their belongings they enter the newly created entrance unknown to the town of Trunau.
Gossamer cobwebs hang from the ceiling of this rough tunnel, and the misty spray from the Hopesprings waterfall outside glimmers faintly on strands of spider's silk. Chunks of rubble lie scattered on the floor amid piles of dirt.
Torgan seems lost in a daze. "First, an invasion. Then, a catapult an' giant. Now, a bloody cave." He takes a few deep breaths, draws his axes and strides into the unknown. "Fer all we know we could be returnin' t' the Darklands." -Posted with Wayfinder
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"Leave a sip behind if ye would."
"Thanks," Wren wipes his mouth on his sleeve, no longer caring for the illusion of manners or keeping clean. He hands the keg back.
"Thanks," Wren wipes his mouth on his sleeve, no longer caring for the illusion of manners or keeping clean. He hands the keg back. "Leave what behind? Do you think we are not leaving everything behind in this battle? We save nothing for later...there will not be a later for us."
At the entrance, Wren dismounts, leaving his magic mount to guard the entrance until it disappears. He checks his arrows and few remaining alchemist fires he has.
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"Shouldn't...uh..look for tracks? If no one knew of this place, there might be a clear path to follow."
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Torgan steps further into the cave with the rest in tow.
The air in this cavern is humid but cool, and a thin sheen of condensation coats it's rocky walls. A narrow passage exits the cavern to the west. To the south the floor drops away into darkness, while a bridge of stone leads to another cavern to the east. The sound of trickling water echoes throughout the cavern.
Torgan looks over the ledge to the east. He sees Dark water,thick mud and silt cover the floor of this cavern, separated from the rest of the cavern by steep cliffs and muddy escarpments. A trickle of water can be heard from the east. Down in the water is a wounded Flood Troll. You recognize the species from your battle earlier in the Plague House Basement. The troll is standing in the water while it's wounds quickly heal. It seems to pay little mind to you.
As Torgan looks on, a cacophony of shrieks is heard from the western tunnel as hundreds of rats pour from the cavern. Looking a bit more closely they are no ordinary rats but rather undead horrors with rotting translucent skin. The mass of bodies almost seems to blend into the shadows making it difficult to discern where they are actually at.
Wren and Jorgan are quick to react to the mass of vermin.
[b]Wren
Jorgan
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Shadow Rat Swarm
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Kraygan
Vanderhoff
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Round 1
Know (Religion) -
Wren stares at the swarm and shakes his boozed head, unable to concentrate on a good way to deal with what he sees.
Stepping up, he fires a line of magic acid the swarm.
touch to hit; (PBS)
magic acid damage.
high is good
Oh good, I think like a dwarf, but fight like an elf.
HP: 19/19
AC: 17
Con: 12
HP: 10/11
AC: 11
Fort: +6 Ref: +5 Will: +1
Con: 17
[ dice]1d20+4+1[/dice] to hit; (PBS)
[ dice]1d6+1[/dice] damage.
Jorgan sighs. Not again. What's that word Wren always uses? Piss pot? No. Damn.
He pulls out an oil of bless weapon and coats his greatclub, ready to smash some stinkin' shadow rat hide.
Vanderhoff spies the shadowy rat and prays to Angraad that Wren has some more alchemist's fire.
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Vanderhoff spies the shadowy rat and prays to Angraad that Wren has some more alchemist's fire.
Wren *coughs*.
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Wren fires a line of acid at the rats. Though the acid strikes a couple of the rats it doesn't seem to affect the overall swarm itself.
While Jorgan begins blessing his weapon the swarm surges forward as the rats begin to climb all over Haggis.
The undead rats bite and claw at Haggis' legs causing him to stumble slightly.
Wren
Jorgan
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Shadow Rat Swarm
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Torgan (26/31)
Kraygan (Haggis -2 str)
Vanderhoff (21/24)
"Stupid scum! Piss pot!" Jorgan tries to smash as many rats as he can.
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Earlier...
@Kray:If there wasn't:
Kraygan looks at the keg emptied by the elf, shakes it to make sure there isn't a small reserve, and gives a huff. "Torag's flaming hammer..." He shakes his head in disbelief at both the elf drinking all the ale, and his dour words. "Ye gotta leave something behind. Somethin to come back to."
Inside the cave...
"Haggis!!" Kraygan cries as his faithful yak stumbles under the strength-sapping bites of the shadow-rats.
The last time the group faced rats like these they had few weapons capable of harming them, and Kraygan made some mental notes to better arm themselves for such an event in the future. He grabs his flask of holy water, but it seems a pitifully small amount to employ against such numbers.
Then he gets a foolish notion.
"Those grenades! The magical ones that don't miss! Light and drop em here! Haggis and I'll keep em gathered!"
Guiding Haggis deeper into the swarm, Kraygan smashes the vial of holy water into the rats around his yak's feet.
Vanderhoff glances at Wren as the old elf coughs, worried the elder man might be getting the consumption, or something, then, remembering he was actually carrying a flask of fire, pulls it out of his pack. Never one for throwing things, Van aims for the back of the swarm.
"Tracks? We're underground, elf! We follow our intuition!" Torgan counters to Wren's logical argument.
The shadow rats appear and the flood troll is looking like a much better target for the dwarf. "You lot can handle this. We can't let the troll heal up!"
He is about to move to look for a way to engage the troll, but the he remembers that he has the other Holy Water. "Well, maybe this'll help!"
He dumps it over the shadow rats.