GM Tyranius Giantslayer (Inactive)

Game Master Tyranius

Jorgan nods in agreement. "Let's get them outta there. No creature should suffer in a cage like that, and being tortured and clipped on top of it. More than I can bear."

Wren shrugs at the dwarves decision and moves into the safety of the loo hallway while the team undertakes the task.

"Before you release them, ask them what they will hunt with clipped wings. The only thing I think they are likely to hunt rhymes with 'dak' and 'ywarf'," Wren hisses as he moves to the safety of a door. "If they cannot fly, how will they escape?"

Van begins shaking his head in agreement with Kraygan and Jorgan, but stops when Wren makes his comment. Scratching his beard, he frowns. "The elf makes some good points."

Turning to squint at the manticores, he asks. "Did you mantacorns hear what the elf said? Can you answer his concerns?"

"I believe them, but I think we should let them go after we have dealt with th' giantess tha' they allude t', th' 'Giant B&@+$', as it were." Torgan reasons. "Shall we move on to the next room?"

If he hears no opposition, Torgan will move to the southern double doors from the previous room and open those.

Kraygan switches to the dwarven language. "They might make for a good distraction. Let's get us and the yaks past 'em through those doors and then let the manticores out."

As he waits for the beasts' reply, Van wanders to the southern double doors and puts his ear to them.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Not hearing anything, Van's face crinkles in confusion. "Wait, I thought man-o-wars lived in the ocean. How'd these get so far inland?" Shrugging to himself, he points to the doors to his south. "I think we should just come back and let'em free after. Let's try this way. Somebody go get the elf."

Kraygan moves to join Vanderhoff at the southern doors, lending an ear to them as well before cracking them open to look beyond.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

"Before you release them, ask them what they will hunt with clipped wings. The only thing I think they are likely to hunt rhymes with 'dak' and 'ywarf'," Wren hisses as he moves to the safety of a door. "If they cannot fly, how will they escape?"

Any way of living is better than this prison. You feel the need to put us down, like dogs just because that weeping Giantress had our wings snipped? The manticores hiss through clenched teeth at Wren.

A few of the dwarves investigate the door. Not hearing anything unusual Torgan opens the doors to reveal a staircase leading up to another set of double doors.

Listening beyond the dwarves talking and beyond the doors Kraygan hears the sounds of a deep voice beyond. The voice seems to be sobbing and lamenting about unrequited love. Though it is difficult to make out all of t through the muffled sobs.

"Ah, no, I couldn't do that to ya. Come on fellas, let's let 'em loose." Jorgan looks for a way to open the cage or asks someone else better with locks to pick it. Barring that, he tries to quietly break the lock but barely manages to avoid injuring his hand.

Str: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

At the stairs, he whispers, "Ya hear that? Sounds awfully sad. Thought giants' only emotions were dumb, angry, and hungry. Maybe they've been tortured too and won't want to fight." Jorgan tip-toes up the stairs with Hops behind him.

"Uhh... " Kraygan scratches at his beard in confusion. Trained in the lore of giantkind, he understands the few blubbering words that make it through the doors. Or at least he thinks he does, because they don't make any sense considering what he was always told of giants, which is pretty much what Jorgan says, though he would have added a second dumb to the description.

"She sounds... lovesick." Kraygan whispers, in the same way one might say "I stepped in poo."

Van lets out a long breath and looks up at the ceiling. "She? Lovesick? You've got to be f@*%ing kidding me." Van swears.

Shaking his head, he looks back. "Can we try a different way?"

"Ah, no, I couldn't do that to ya. Come on fellas, let's let 'em loose." Jorgan looks for a way to open the cage or asks someone else better with locks to pick it. Barring that, he tries to quietly break the lock but barely manages to avoid injuring his hand.

The iron cage seems to have no door, but a thick chain attached to a pulley strings across the ceiling to the door where the group entered, which should allow the entire 960 lbs cage to be raised.

There is no door. Just a chain leading to a pulley. The green square in the room is where the pulley leads to. It takes one character a full round action to lift it.

Wren, unsure where the yakstorm are headed, waits safely behind the door for either the manticore doors to be closed or the next set of doors to be opened to move.

"Maybe we open up the next set of doors, huh?"

Van looks up from his musings of giant women. "Did you hear something? Sounded like Wren."

Van points to the doors he is standing near. "Let's try these doors."

Preferably without any lovesick women behind it...

Wren nods and moves to close the manticore doors before putting himself in a sheltered position to support Vandy's door opening efforts.

"Good thinking, Vandy. We don't want to waste too much time."

Van takes a moment to check the doors, then, once everyone is ready, will try to open them. "Agreed." He mumbles to Wren.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

Looking back down the stairs, Kraygan finds that he and Torgan have seemingly left the others behind. "Dammit.."

Moving back to the cage room he navigates around the cluttered edge. As he does, he reaches into his saddlebags to get some rations and tosses them to the manticores. "To take off the edge." He says to them.

Spotting Jorgan fiddling with the chain, he grumbles, "We'll let 'em out, but not just yet. Too many giants about and we're all split up."

Reaching the room where Wren and Vanderhoff are loitering about he waves them over. "My bet is that's Grendelshek cryin like a big baby upstairs. That's where we need ta go. C'mon, Torgan's waitin'."

Kraygan turns Haggis and rides back.

Ok so far i have people at three different locations.
- Jorgan at the Manticore cage wishing to release them.
- Wren and Vanderhoff just outside the room with the majority of the Yaks looking to open the South-eastern door.
- Kraygan and Torgan moved up the stairs to the third floor doorways where they hear a sobbing ?????.
Do you really want me to push all three areas? :)

Listening to the door Vanderhoff does not hear anything and decides to push it open revealing a small staircase leading back down to the main level and a set of double doors leading east.

Pushing all three areas is not a good idea, hence Kraygan's post trying to get everyone on the same door.

Vanderhoff nods to himself and moves back into the room. "I don't hear anything that way. I can't believe I'm saying this, but let's go check the room where the crying is comin' from. We might find an ally or at least gather some information."

Wren looks at Vanderhoff, then shrugs and follows along back up the stairs.

To the top!

@Kraygan- Hehe. I wouldn't do that to you. :) Especially with what you are entering into.

The pair of manticores glower at the dwarves as they squeeze past the cage to head upstairs. We are never getting out of here. One says as the other manticore claws at it in frustration.

This large chamber appears to have recently undergone a renovation. A broken wall partially blocks a dark alcove to the northwest, surrounded by broken bricks and scattered debris. A circular niche on the opposite side of the room to the southeast holds a raised table. In the center of the room, three beds have been crammed together beneath a single huge bearskin bedspread. South of the beds, a massive floor-to-ceiling mirror stands against the wall, and a large dust-covered armoire hunkers between two sets of doors along the northeast wall.

In the southeastern alcove resides a hulking hill giant woman. Her disheveled greasy hair runs down into a makeshift ponytail. The large woman stares blankly at a geode as she wallows in depression. Large tears roll down her cheeks.

Accompanying her in the chamber are two very large orcs, both female. The orcs stand 8 feet tall and seem far more muscular than your average orc as they must have some sort of giant blood or lineage about them. The either side of the large bodyguards stands a direwolf with fangs as sharp as knives. The large orcs seem to both be carrying large greataxes and wearing studded leather armor.

The two female orcs also seem to be a little down as their faces show a look of forlorn and sadness. Grenseldek looks up from her geode and sees that invaders have entered her personal bedchamber. With a look of shock she seems to muster the strength to stand and grab a hefty pair of handaxes from nearby. INTRUDERS! How dare you enter my bedchamber! Guards! Nibble!Scar! KILL THEM ALL!

She slams her axe into the table splitting it in two halves.

The two large wolves circle the chamber, waiting for the intruders to enter, eager to pounce on their new prey.

Round 1
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Dire Wolves
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Vanderhoff (G)
Torgan (Y) (56/58)
Wren
Kraygan (R)
Jorgan (B)
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Orc Bodyguards
Grenseldek
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GM Ty: You could have stated that spoiler more simply: 'Only Wren needs to make a save when he enters the room.'

Round 1, Init 10

Wren stops short, unable to see what others see in the room. He shrugs and does something he meant to do earlier: he casts Heroism on Vanderhoff.

"What's going on up there? I have some quick magic if we need it."

"Kraygan, shut the door. I've changed my mind.'

"Don't worry," Jorgan sighs to the manticores as he lets go of the chain. "We'll take you with us but they're right; it ain't safe yet. Just wait a bit longer." With that he turns away and trods after the dwarfhorde, leading the yaks.

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Will: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21 (+2 poison/spells/SLA)

Jorgan gives a squinted look at Van to make sure he's feeling alright. "But. . . but there's giant necks to slice up there! Come on dwarves, move forward! Wren... you can come too, I guess."

Jorgan casts barkskin on himself and moves to just inside the door. Hops stays back for now until the dwarves have had room to move up into the chamber.

Vanderhoff shrugs. "I can't even see in there, Torg's large arse is in me face. But it sounds like a room full of women, and that voice, that screeching voice reminds me of mum. I love her, Angraad bless her soul, but damn I hate the woman." He mutters. "Hoff, you never write anymore. Hoff, when are you going to find a nice girl, settle down, make me a grandma? Wah..wah..wah..wah.." Van trails off muttering to himself.

Gripping his hammer, he ponders waiting for a space to open, but then Jorgan rushes past. Didn't he learn from that last time..?

"If I could see in, I might be able to stun or blind some of them."

Damn, Wren beat me to it. Cracking wise about dwarf intelligence...

Torgan looks at the small door and then back to his large frame, listening the Van's complaints about his mum. "I know. She's always writin' me, wantin' me t' come over an' fix her pipes." he says with a wink to Kraygan.

The dwarf considers making a hole in the wall, but remembers that he was yelled at for such activities the last time he had that idea. "Get in there Kray!" he bellows, holding off until some space opens up. "Or we could just go back down th' steps."

Hahaha. :) Didn't check to see if we had any smarter yaks yet.

Vanderhoff peers past looking for room to enter as Wren weaves a bit of magic on the dwarf, making Vanderhoff feel like a true hero.

Jorgan calls upon his inner power, causing his skin to thicken and become more coarse.

Round 1
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Dire Wolves
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Vanderhoff (G)
Torgan (Y) (56/58)
Wren
Kraygan (R)
Jorgan (B)
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Orc Bodyguards
Grenseldek
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"BARUK TRUNAU!!" Kraygan roars as he rides into the room and lances one of the dire wolves.

Rage! 1/6
Will: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 1 + 2 = 23 +2 vs sp/su/magic
Ride-by-Attack Charge - PA (on red wolf): 1d20 + 12 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 12 + 4 - 2 = 18
Damage: 2d8 + 30 ⇒ (5, 8) + 30 = 43

I wasn't expecting that the group would get together and move so quickly through the door. I wanted to give Jorgan my masterwork waraxe and a potion of enlarge person to Vanderhoff. Also, I purchased a couple scrolls of magic weapon a while back and gave them to Wren, which could have been used to buff a nonmagical weapon or two.

AC 19 (with rage - 23 vs giants)
HP 68/68 (with rage)

Van glowers at Torg's fat ass after his cousin's comment, but refuses to reply as he tries to elbow past his engorged cousin. "Move to the left so I can get by! No, left! Your other left" Oof!" Squeezing past, he peers over Jorgan's shoulder, then turns to Torg. "If you go rushing in there, stay to the left, eh the side Kray is on. As soon as them orcs and such begin to come toward the center I'm going to cast the light burst spell."

Move 15' and readying burst of radiance. Trying to catch at least the orcs and a wolf (maybe the giant) when they move toward the center to attack.

Burst of Radiance (evil damage): 5d4 ⇒ (1, 4, 3, 1, 1) = 10
DC 13 Ref blind vs dazzle for 1d4 ⇒ 3

Torgan holds steady, poised to enter the foul smelling chamber.

@Kraygan- That is fine if they want to use it. I know it is a little difficult setting up some stuff with PbP without waiting an extra day or two due to schedules.

Kraygan charges into the room with a wild yell atop Haggis. As he enters the room he glances across and sees a wolf on either side flanking him. Quickly swinging his lance to the side, Kraygan is able to fully impale the red furred wolf on his lance.

Vanderhoff prepares a spell for the right moment as the gianttress and orcs close in.

The green orc rushes in and swings it's greataxe at Kraygan.

Greataxe vs Kraygan AC 25: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

The giant orc fumbles with it's axe as it is still trying to recompose itself. The axe feebly slams into the nearby rubble near Kraygan. The orc with the red eyes pulls a potion from it's satchel and drinks it. Once the liquid is all gone it hurls the glass vial to the ground where it shatters.

The two orcs seem to be watching out for everything around them as Grenseldek plows past them. Stoopid Orcs..... She glowers as her large chest heaves from side to side as she tramples through the area, slamming a fist into the green orc giant to push her to the side.

Red Bodyguard: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13
Red Bodyguard: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

Green Bodyguard: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20
Green Bodyguard: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

The wolf snaps it's jaws at Jorgan as it attempts to grapple the dwarf.

Grapple Jorgan vs CMD 17: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

The immense wolf pounces on Jorgan and clamps it's teeth firmly onto the dwarves arm. Provoke AoO

Round 2
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Dire Wolf (Grappled)
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Vanderhoff (G)
Torgan (Y) (56/58)
Wren
Kraygan (R)
Jorgan (B)(Grappled)
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Orc Bodyguards
Grenseldek
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Forgot Van's burst of radiance. Assuming you want to target the orc's / Giant.

Vanderhoff's spell completes as a blinding burst of light erupts right in the middle of the group of giants. They howl in pain as the white hot light sears their eyes and face.

red reflex: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
Green reflex: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
Grenseldek: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

Round 2
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Dire Wolf (Grappled)
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Vanderhoff (G)
Torgan (Y) (56/58)
Wren
Kraygan (R)
Jorgan (B)(Grappled)
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Orc Bodyguards (Green -10; Blind 3/3)(Red -10; dazzled 3/3)
Grenseldek (-10; Dazzled 3/3)
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Seeing Jorgan grabbed by the wolf, Van immediately says another prayer, asking Angraad to let Jorgan slip free. "Let go of me kin, ya mangy beast!"
liberating command +12 to EA

Will: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 6 + 2 = 23

Van then darts into the room, finding a space between Jorg and Kray as he whips his hammer around to strike at the wolf.

Heroic Power Attack, FF: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 7 + 2 = 14
Damage: 1d12 + 4 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 4 + 6 = 19

"Son of ......."

Can't edit map atm. Would like to be 10' north and 5' west of Jorgan.

AoO as the grapple comes in:
dwarven waraxe: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
damage: 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

Jorgan slips and the wolf grabs his arm. "Ah, now I see why fighting with one hand can be useful." He drops his axe (with a cringe as it hits the floor) and draws his new scimitar, which bursts into flames as it leaves the scabbard. "How's this?!"

+1 flaming scimitar: 1d20 + 5 - 2 ⇒ (16) + 5 - 2 = 19
damage: 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13
fire: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Hops rushes in to help his master, rearing his horns at the wolf. Shouldn't provoke while the wolf is grappling.

gore power attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
damage: 1d6 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14

With the enemy now too close to charge, Kraygan throws himself off Haggis, bouncing awkwardly to the ground. With a frustrated growl he slams a fist into Uskroth's Armor, activating its magic power and growing to stand taller then the orcs.

Quick dismount: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (1) + 17 = 18 Of course not. Why is it that the better your skill/attack is seems to adversely affect your dice rolls? Anyway, move action to dismount, standard to activate armor.

Meanwhile, Haggis thrashes his horns at the green orc.

Gore: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Rage 2/6
Righteous Might 1/10
AC 19 (with rage/might) *23 vs giants DR 5/evil
HP 80/80 (with rage/might

@Jorgan: Vanderhoff gave you a free escape check with his spell.

Round 2, Init 9

Wren moves over so he can look in the room, wishing he had more time to do more stuff.

Wren calls to mind a trick of light and time that recently began to understand better. He chants teh words of arcane power to bind that temporal understanding to others. Cast Haste.

Haste Round 1/6: Torgs, Jorgs, Vandy, Wren, Kray-Kray and Hops: +1 to hit/AC/Reflex yadayadayada, you know the deal...

"Jorgan! Pay f#%*ing attention and use Angradd's blessing to free yourself!" Van fumes. "And get your f@+!ing yak's arse out me way!"

Jorgan, don't forget your free escape check from Vandy. Don't want you to miss that!

Wren stands outside the door, wondering which particular smell is the most offensive: dwarf, orc, wolf, or yak.

Seeing the wold thrashing about with Jorgan Vanderhoff dives into the room. Steadying his feet he swings his hammer in a fluid arc straight down onto the wolf's skull with a resounding crack.

Seeing Jorgan having a bit of an issue Vanderhoff attempts to try and coach him out of the wolf's teeth.

Wren attempts to alleviate the situation by giving the dwarven clan the speed and gracefulness of an elf.

Kraygan has a little bit of difficulty getting off of Haggis as his beard gets caught in the yaks blunt horns.

Finally freeing himself he claps a thunderous fist against the half-plate armor and his size nearly doubles in the blink of an eye.

Haggis rams at the green orc but does little more than bounce off of it's studded leather armor.

Jorgan tries to split the wolf open but is not quick enough before the wolf completely grapples him. Dropping his axe he decides to use his new scimitar. The wolf howls in pain as the sharp blade slices the wolf wide open. The wolf looks like it will nearly fall over as it continues to hold firm.

Active Temporary Party Buff Reminder
Haste

Round 2
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Dire Wolf (-37 Grappled)
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Vanderhoff (G)
Torgan (Y) (56/58)
Wren
Kraygan (R)
Jorgan (B)(Grappled)
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Orc Bodyguards (Green -10; Blind 3/3)(Red -10; dazzled 3/3)
Grenseldek (-10; Dazzled 3/3)
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Sorry! I read it and then forgot to roll.
Escape?: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21

Posting for Torgs, with input from Vandy:Round 2, Init 13

Delay for haste.

Torgan stops admiring the sleek, well-maintained grey-haired elf in front of him, his secret dream to look that good at that age and jumps back into the flow of combat.

He squeezes his fat ass by the wolf and grappled dwarf and atop the left bed, abusing it in a way that he's never done before with a she-dwarf. He brings down Agrimmosh on the green orc.

1d20 + 10 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 10 + 4 + 1 = 16 to hit; (+fav enemy,+haste)
3d6 + 6 + 4 ⇒ (1, 1, 1) + 6 + 4 = 13 damage. (fav enemy)

Perfect. Absolutely perfect. Nat miss and min damage.

Torgan looks around to see if anyone caught Agrimmosh get caught on his knee before crashing into the back of his own head.

At least I didn't just set myself on fire like that stupid elf did.

Kraygan had heard the stories from greybeards about the "moment of glory." In the heat of battle, when the moment is right and the gods are with you, a true warrior can enter a state of martial prowess where time seems to slow.

Having no experience with such a thing himself, or with the type of magic Wren was weaving, he can only surmise that his "moment" has come.

"GGHRAAAHAHAH!!!" he howls a battlecry and challenges the giants with a string of hasty words. "C'monyoubigdumbgiantsandmeetyer DOOM! Iam KraygantheDestroyer!!"

Even with Angradd's aid Jorgan is still barely able to tear free from the wolf's clutch's.

Torgan barrels into the giant filled loveshack and swings his magical hammer at the giant orc before him. He misses quite splendidly, smacking himself a couple of times, as his foot tears right through one of the middle of the mattresses and gets stuck.

The two guards have little room to shift about as the green orc fumbles around blindly at his satchel and drinks a similar potion as the red eyed orc did previously. Provoking AoO

The red orc swings it's greataxe at Kraygan while trying to protect the green orc from any retaliation.

Greataxe vs Kraygan AC 23: 1d20 + 8 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (8) + 8 + 1 - 1 = 16

The orc's axeblade misses as it gets hung up on the alcoves crumbling wall. It glowers a tusked frown at Kraygan as he can hear her audibly growling at him.

Red Bodyguard: 1d20 + 8 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (5) + 8 + 1 - 1 = 13
Red Bodyguard: 1d20 + 8 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (19) + 8 + 1 - 1 = 27
Red Bodyguard: 1d20 + 8 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (4) + 8 + 1 - 1 = 12

Grenseldek begins to get angry. Intruders speak like dumb orcs....You make mistake with Grenseldek. I send army to kill stooped town again.

Not quite able to find a way to kill Kraygan the giantress kicks aside a couple of Beds to join Torgan.

I kill you instead.

Handaxe vs Torgan AC 20-flanking: 1d20 + 16 + 2 - 3 ⇒ (1) + 16 + 2 - 3 = 16

Handaxe vs Torgan AC 20- flanking: 1d20 + 11 + 2 - 3 ⇒ (7) + 11 + 2 - 3 = 17

Handaxe vs Torgan AC 20-flanking: 1d20 + 15 + 2 - 3 ⇒ (10) + 15 + 2 - 3 = 24
Damage: 1d8 + 2 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 2 + 6 = 15

Grenseldek still seems as if she is trying to get herself under control as only one of her large axes make contact with Torgan. He seems to get lucky getting his foot unstuck from the bed as he unknowingly dodges the majority of her attacks.

The wolf makes a last ditch effort and bites at Jorgan.

Bite vs Jorgan AC 19: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19
Damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13 + Trip
Trip vs CMD 17: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28

The wolf grabs ahold of Jorgan's leg this time. It's knife-like teeth grab ahold, tearing flesh. The wolf violently shakes it's had and tears him to the ground. Seemingly exhausted the wolf slumps to the ground as it falls unconscious.

Active Temporary Party Buff Reminder
Haste

Round 2
Vanderhoff (G)
Torgan (Y) (41/58)
Wren
Kraygan (R)
Jorgan (B)(44/57)
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Orc Bodyguards (Green -10; Blind 2/3)(Red -10; dazzled 2/3)
Grenseldek (-10; Dazzled 2/3)
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Torgan fumble out of the bed, realizing that his wandering eyes on the elf made his 'fat ass' a bit to tantalizing of a target for the giantess-in-heat. "Git out of th' bed! This is my bed an' I ain't trying t' bed ye!" he bellows as she cuts him with her axe.

Agrimmosh @ Grenseldek: 1d20 + 10 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 10 + 1 + 2 = 17
Damage: 3d6 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (4, 1, 3) + 6 + 2 = 16

Agrimmosh @ Grenseldek-Haste: 1d20 + 10 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 10 + 1 + 2 = 31
Damage: 3d6 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (4, 5, 6) + 6 + 2 = 23

EDIT: Thorgan's battle prowess seems to evolve as he fights the giantess and he finds himself faster than he would normally be, even with Haste.

Agrimmosh Iterative @ Grenseldek: 1d20 + 5 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 5 + 1 + 2 = 17
Damage: 3d6 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (5, 1, 6) + 6 + 2 = 20

Searching for a clear line of attack, Van looks to his left....a yak. He looks to his right.....a yak. He looks straight ahead...a...fat..ass. Shaking his head and mumbling a litany of curses into his beard, Van sees Jorgan fall.

Angradd ain't gonna pick his arse up this time...

Sighing to himself, he pauses to see if Jorgan's yak will take care of the wolf, while he eyes the orc to the north.

If Team Jorgan/Yak doesn't take out the wolf, Van will direct an attack toward the cagey canine. If the wolf goes down, Van will move to the north of Kray and swing at Red Orc.

Heroic Hasted Furious Power Attack: 1d20 + 7 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 7 + 2 + 1 = 25
Damage: 1d12 + 4 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 4 + 6 = 22

Hasted Attack if vs Wolf: 1d20 + 7 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 7 + 2 + 1 = 13
Damage: 1d12 + 4 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 4 + 6 = 17

AoO Brawler Punch on Green: 1d20 + 15 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 15 - 2 + 1 = 23
Damage: 1d8 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 12 = 17

Kraygan smashes a big fist into the face of the big Orc trying to drink his potion.

"Trunau won't have ta worry about ye anymore! Yer sad reign of tears is over, you FAT... UGLY... WENCH!!" Each word is punctuated with a mighty thrust of his lance at the red clothed bodyguard.

Lance - PA + Haste on Red: 1d20 + 15 - 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 15 - 2 + 1 + 1 = 25
Damage: 2d6 + 18 ⇒ (5, 1) + 18 = 24
Iterative with Lance on Red: 1d20 + 10 - 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 10 - 2 + 1 + 1 = 18
Damage: 2d6 + 18 ⇒ (5, 2) + 18 = 25
Haste Attack with Lance on Red: 1d20 + 15 - 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 15 - 2 + 1 + 1 = 35
Damage: 2d6 + 18 ⇒ (4, 2) + 18 = 24
Crit Confirmation: 1d20 + 15 - 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 15 - 2 + 1 + 1 = 25
Crit Damage: 4d6 + 36 ⇒ (5, 1, 5, 3) + 36 = 50

Haggis: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20
Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Rage 3/6
Righteous Might 2/10
AC 20 (with rage/might) *24 vs giants
HP 80/80 (with rage/might

Wren gets 'credit' for Kray's crit, right? Since it was the haste attack? That's how we tabulate who's winning, right? Wren is winning PF. Totally.

Round 3, Init 9

Wren watches Kraygan skewer the red orc in a glorious fountain of blood.

He wonders if any more of his magics are going to be needed. Wren fires a pair of his orc bane arrows at green, trying to avoid yak and dwarf alike.

1d20 + 8 + 1 + 1 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (10) + 8 + 1 + 1 + 2 - 4 = 18 to hit; (haste,PBS,bane,-cover)
1d8 + 1 + 1 + 2d6 ⇒ (5) + 1 + 1 + (2, 4) = 13 damage.

1d20 + 8 + 1 + 1 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (16) + 8 + 1 + 1 + 2 - 4 = 24 to hit; (haste,PBS,bane,-cover)
1d8 + 1 + 1 + 2d6 ⇒ (7) + 1 + 1 + (4, 5) = 18 damage.

Haste Round 2/6: Torgs, Jorgs, Vandy, Wren, Kray-Kray and Hops: +1 to hit/AC/Reflex yadayadayada, you know the deal...

Haha! Wren is completely winning. When it comes to looking like a crazy cat lady with the amount of yaks and dwarves he is fostering

As the wolf went unconscious dragging Jorgan to the ground Vanderhoff instead uses his hammer on the green orc. Vanderhoff's hammer swings right over Malt's head and slams into the giant orc's ribs, cracking them.

Torgan's hammer smashes into Grenseldek's armor, leaving large dents all throughout the scale mail. One of his is set for striking the large Giantress right in the face just as the orc with the red eyes shoves her out of the way and takes the blow in her stead.

In Harm's Way feat

Large Kraygan punches the green orc right in the throat as it starts to drink the potion, making it choke on it's contents. Turning his lance around Kraygan arcs his arm back and brings it right into the giant orc's chin, breaking it's next in one blow.

Planting his feet firmly in the threshold of the room Wren easily lands two arrows into the chest of the blind orc, staggering it.

Active Temporary Party Buff Reminder
Haste

Round 2
Vanderhoff (G)
Torgan (Y) (41/58)
Wren
Kraygan (R)
Jorgan (B)(44/57; Prone)
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Orc Bodyguards (Green -80; Blind 2/3; staggered)
Grenseldek (-10; Dazzled 2/3)
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Jorgan sighs in relief as the wolf is taken down, even though he is still injured. He leaps up and closes in on the giant. Hops moves around the outside of the room and gets behind the giant.

Acrobatics for Hops: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14
Uh-oh.