"C'mon Haggis, lets rescue the giant lizard!"
Haggis thunders toward the yellow-striped remorhaz, hooves crunching on the dead frost giant laying in the way.
The giantess, Torgan reasons due to the lack of fighting prowess and his inability to distinguish them elsewise, swings wildly, but is not able to actually harm Torgan, however this sense of victory is short-lived as Torgan flies through the air, only the second time a dwarf has done so in recent memory, and comes careening down into a snow drift, tumbling end over end.
Standing up, his face is coated in the white powder, giving him a bit of a comical look, though the heavily injured dwarf doesn't give a moment's pause as he takes a huge swing with Agrimmosh against the giantess.
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Malt, barely noticing the weight of the small dwarf is gone, continues to trash about, trying to take down the mean woman who hurt him.
"Uh-oh," Jorgan mumbles as the fire worms burst from the ice and he finds himself surrounded. He tries to move Spirit a bit to one side as he works with his goat and aurochs allies to attack the creature:
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Round 4, Init 22
Wren sees that the True Elf Form Servant has healed the wrong 'dwarf'. "No! The other one! Heal the other one!"
The EFS casts CMW and goes to touch Torgan. CLW
Wren fires twice at the frost giant.
to hit; (PBS,Rapid)
fire damage.
to hit; (PBS,Rapid)
fire damage.
to hit; (PBS,Rapid)
more damage.
HP: 61/61
AC: 18 (+4 w/mage armor)
[ dice]1d20+10+1[/dice] touch to hit;
[ dice]1d6+5[/dice] acid damage.
Effects: mage armor, overland flight
Right: bow
Left:
Rod Lsr Extend 0/3 used
Rod Lsr Quicken 0/3 used
Acid 0/8 used
Blip: 0 of 480
[ dice]1d20+11-2+1[/dice] to hit; (PBS,rapid)
[ dice]1d8+2+1d6[/dice] damage.
Azata, Bralani
Silver-white hair the color of a lightning strike whips about this poised elf-like archer, his eyes swirling with vibrant colors.
Bralani CR 6
XP 2,400
CG Medium outsider (azata, chaotic, extraplanar, good, shapechanger)
Init +8; Senses darkvision 60 ft., low-light vision; Perception +15
DEFENSE
AC 20, touch 14, flat-footed 16 (+4 Dex, +6 natural)
hp 66 (7d10+28)
Fort +9, Ref +9, Will +6
DR 10/cold iron or evil; Immune electricity, petrification; Resist cold 10, fire 10; SR 17
OFFENSE
Speed 40 ft., fly 100 ft. (perfect)
Melee +1 scimitar +13/+8 (1d6+8/18–20) or slam +12 (1d6+7)
Ranged +1 composite longbow +12/+7 (1d8+6/×3)
Special Attacks whirlwind blast
Spell-Like Abilities (CL 6th)
At Will—blur, charm person (DC 13), gust of wind (DC 14), mirror image, wind wall
2/day—lightning bolt (DC 15), cure serious wounds
STATISTICS
Str 20, Dex 18, Con 19, Int 13, Wis 14, Cha 15
Base Atk +7; CMB +12; CMD 26
Feats Blind-Fight, Improved Initiative, Iron Will, Skill Focus (Perception)
Skills Bluff +12, Fly +22, Handle Animal +12, Perception +15, Ride +14, Sense Motive +12, Stealth +14
Languages Celestial, Draconic, Infernal; truespeech
SQ wind form
SPECIAL ABILITIES
Whirlwind Blast (Su)
When in wind form, a bralani can attack with a scouring blast of wind, dealing 3d6 points of damage in a 20-foot line (Reflex DC 17 half). The save DC is Constitution-based.
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The true elf flits over and heals Torgan. Wern sends a single well-placed arrow near the fire giants eyes and into its brain. Proath groans as he falls to the snow and ice below, leaving just the angered remorhaz in his wake.
Torgan stands shakily on his feet. Jorgan's spear and Spirits horns shred and tear dozens of chitinous plates from the remorhaz' body, leaving a gaping area of soft flesh exposed allowing Kraygan to ride in and insert his lance, dropping the massive fire worm.
The deceased remorhaz releases Rogzilla to continue his rampage uneaten.
Wren (40 ft up; blur) (TES 30 ft up; blur)
Rogzul (30/81; shaken 3 rounds; Grappled)
Torgan (64/90; shaken 4 rounds; prone)(Malt 43/67; shaken 4 rounds)
Jorgan (104/104)(Spirit 90/90)
Kraygan (DR 3/-; 100/100; shaken 4 rounds)(Haggis shaken 4 rounds)
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Remorhaz
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Torgan, seeing the giant is dead, stands up proudly. "Hah. I knew you were all talk." he derides the fallen giant as he climbs the rope bindings back up to the back of Malt.
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Seeing his target fall, Malt turns his attention to the remorhaz. He likes the warmth of the creature, but it knocked his best friend in the snow and that is unacceptable.
Caught in the maw of the Remorhaz, Rog wonders exactly how he ended up like this. Being eaten runs counter to all of his new beastly instincts and he struggles to break free even as the battle rages around him.
He hears the fire giant fall, even as he uses his powerful claws to rake at the foe that holds him.
With one fire worm left, but no clear line of attack, Kraygan calls to Jorgan. "Clear the way cousin so I kin charge again!"
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Rogzilla's bestial instincts kick in and he begins to eviscerate the deceased worm. His claws rake in and sling soft flesh and warm blood all over the snow-packed ground.
As Rogzul rakes the creature an intense heat comes from underneath it's scaly plates, severely burning the dino-orc.
Rogzul bites into the beast and becomes staggered from the amount of heat. His dino mouth begins to bubble and pop as it blisters.
Torgan takes the time to try and remount Malt as Malt spins about and jams a horn into the Remorhaz. Malt comes in contact with the same heat intensity as his dull horns gore into the remorhaz' belly.
The remaining remorhaz drops down and grabs ahold of Torgan in its powerful jaws.
Torgan ducks down behind Malt and dodges the sharp teeth.
Wren (40 ft up; blur) (TES 30 ft up; blur)
Rogzul (0/81; shaken 2 rounds)
Torgan (64/90; shaken 3 rounds; prone)(Malt 13/67; shaken 3 rounds)
Jorgan (104/104)(Spirit 90/90)
Kraygan (DR 3/-; 100/100; shaken 3 rounds)(Haggis shaken 3 rounds)
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Remorhaz (-26)
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Jorgan orders Spirit to side-step and give Kraygan some room to move in. After that Jorgan and Spirit move up and engage the second fireworm! ...and the Aurochs stands off to the side, not willing to be fried into steak on impact.
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Round 3, Init 22
Wren smells something sickening and realizes he drools slightly. He watches as the Elf Form Servant moves to cast a clean lightning bolt at the remaining firefirefiresnake.
lightning, DC 15 Reflex for half
Wren fires twice at the remorhaz.
to hit; (PBS,Rapid)
damage.
to hit; (PBS,Rapid)
fire damage.
HP: 61/61
AC: 18 (+4 w/mage armor)
[ dice]1d20+10+1[/dice] touch to hit;
[ dice]1d6+5[/dice] acid damage.
Effects: mage armor, overland flight
Right: bow
Left:
Rod Lsr Extend 0/3 used
Rod Lsr Quicken 0/3 used
Acid 0/8 used
Blip: 0 of 480
[ dice]1d20+11-2+1[/dice] to hit; (PBS,rapid)
[ dice]1d8+2+1d6[/dice] damage.
Azata, Bralani
Silver-white hair the color of a lightning strike whips about this poised elf-like archer, his eyes swirling with vibrant colors.
Bralani CR 6
XP 2,400
CG Medium outsider (azata, chaotic, extraplanar, good, shapechanger)
Init +8; Senses darkvision 60 ft., low-light vision; Perception +15
DEFENSE
AC 20, touch 14, flat-footed 16 (+4 Dex, +6 natural)
hp 66 (7d10+28)
Fort +9, Ref +9, Will +6
DR 10/cold iron or evil; Immune electricity, petrification; Resist cold 10, fire 10; SR 17
OFFENSE
Speed 40 ft., fly 100 ft. (perfect)
Melee +1 scimitar +13/+8 (1d6+8/18–20) or slam +12 (1d6+7)
Ranged +1 composite longbow +12/+7 (1d8+6/×3)
Special Attacks whirlwind blast
Spell-Like Abilities (CL 6th)
At Will—blur, charm person (DC 13), gust of wind (DC 14), mirror image, wind wall
2/day—lightning bolt (DC 15), cure serious wounds
STATISTICS
Str 20, Dex 18, Con 19, Int 13, Wis 14, Cha 15
Base Atk +7; CMB +12; CMD 26
Feats Blind-Fight, Improved Initiative, Iron Will, Skill Focus (Perception)
Skills Bluff +12, Fly +22, Handle Animal +12, Perception +15, Ride +14, Sense Motive +12, Stealth +14
Languages Celestial, Draconic, Infernal; truespeech
SQ wind form
SPECIAL ABILITIES
Whirlwind Blast (Su)
When in wind form, a bralani can attack with a scouring blast of wind, dealing 3d6 points of damage in a 20-foot line (Reflex DC 17 half). The save DC is Constitution-based.
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Seeing Malt severely injured by just stabbing the creature with his horns, he calls for Malt to advance slowly, letting the giant yak slowly step towards the creature as the man launches his weapons from afar. "Don't attack it, Malt!" he calls out to protect his steed.
"Bloody fire worm!" he bellows as he chucks his magical weapons through the air.
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The true elf's lightning bolt cracks down from the sky and singes a large black spot on the remorhaz's thick plate. Small tendrils of static rush quickly along its back.
Wren is able to land both of his arrows in between the remorhaz's plates as it arches up into the sky. Torgan whips his hammer and dagger through the air.
Jorgan is able to finish the beast off himself with his barbed spear, luckily before Spirit has to harm himself.
With a moment of relief the fire worm falls to the ground. With the fire giant and remorhaz' destroyed there is little left in the area to be able to forge decent weapons with, let alone a giant that is able to withstand the intense heat.
Just inside the Smithy the giants keep their valuables. A crude armor stand holds a medium sized breastplate.
A chest underneath Proath's bed holds:
- a giant-sized bronze spyglass (1500 gp).
- A small deer-skin pouch containing 15 diamonds (50 gp ea)
- 350 gp (70 gp ea)
Wren (40 ft up)
Rogzul (0/81)
Torgan (64/90)(Malt 13/67)
Jorgan (104/104)(Spirit 90/90)
Kraygan (DR 3/-; 100/100)
Rogzul finds himself tearing into the dead flesh of a still worm and finds that he doesn't feel like stopping. Until of course a wave of heat washes over him and he's suddenly struggling to stay on his toes.
Cancelling his, mostly useless, spell, he shrinks back down to half-orc size and casts a quick cure spell on himself to keep from collapsing. With the combat over he gives himself a few moments to recover a little more before helping the rest of the group check the spoils.
He holds up the breastplate and scowls.
"A cowards armor. Let's you hid within it to avoid battle. I'll never understand who makes things like this."
...could have used something like this in the last battle... One of his spirits chimes in.
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Wren sets down the pretty sweet armor, wishing he could wear it. "What, Squats? What's wrong with this armor? Seems like it does exactly what it is supposed to do...save your life when you need it."
Wren casts Detect Magic and sorts through the rest of the loot, dismissing the True Elf From Servant with some thanks, but less dialogue than last time.
He goes to stand over one of the dead remorhazii, warming his feet as he looks down at the scales.
"Say Jorgan, you think any of these scales might make for good armor? Might be work hacking a few off to put underneath the Forge, right? Never know what you might be able to create from them?" Wren asks Jorgan, but Wren really has no idea. He's seen the dwarves work the damn thing (and even used it himself), but he doesn't really get the forging process and what might be good or not.
Jorgan shrugs. "You might try. I've heard of dragon-scale armor but I've never seen or heard of ice-fire-worm armor. Don't know why it couldn't be done, just not sure you'd want to. If those scales keep putting off heat, it'd probably just burn the person inside, right? Seems like a cruel joke."
Jorgan takes a peek around the corner and points to a large building closer to the cliff-side. "So what's that big one there? Think we can take it on?"
Torgan looks to Jorgan with a bit of confusion. "That the head honcho's abode, brother." he says plainly.
"Haven't we been talking about that for a while now?" he asks to the rest of the party, unsure where Jorgan's mind is at.
"Either way, we likely need to get attacks onto the giant encampments if we want to successfully assault the leader's abode." Torgan thinks. "The guard tower and the mill next to it are the next best options to cripple the supplies of the giants."
"A lack of food will send a lot of the lesser giants scurrying back to Hell." he says firmly.
"As for the fire-worms scales, we can harvest them if you have a plan, but I doubt carrying around these huge scales will benefit us."
"Thst armor could be loads o' fun in battle, or at parties. Or useful in a seige. Imagine a half dozen dwarves hidden in 'em, launched by catapult over barricades, then popping up behind the enemy and hackin 'em all ta pieces!"
Kraygan has nothing to add to the discussion about the hot plates, as moving them seems problematic.
"Aye, let's avoid the chief in that big house n' hit the mill." Kraygan agrees. "We could take some supplies, fill our giant magical bag n' burn th' rest. Then after, maybe we could sabotage a couple more of those watchtowers before the giants wise up n' start mannin them at night."
Rogzul nods his agreement for attacking the mill.
"In any case we should move before we are discovered. When I...roared, there was horn in the distance. It's likely that I gave away our position." He shrugs and nods his head toward the mill, hoping to get the party moving.
Torgan moves to look at Malt's injuries as he soothes the large beast from its back. "Shh... It'll be ok." he says to the yak.
"However, we should rest as me and Malt are in no shape to fight at the moment and I don't have any healing magicks." he adds to the group.
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@GM: If we start doing things like harvesting dragon/remorhaz/whatever parts for crafting purposes, would there be a benefit?
With little time to heal and Rogzul ushering the group forward due to the distant horn the group quickly comes across the Gristmill. This building is a wooden, warehouse-like structure standing 20 feet tall with two strong wooden doors on the southern side. The loud sounds of heavy machinery sound from inside allowing the group to quickly and relatively quietly take care of the frost giant guards outside and a patrol headed towards the sound of Rogzul's dino-roar.
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"Aye, let's avoid the chief in that big house n' hit the mill." Kraygan agrees. "We could take some supplies, fill our giant magical bag n' burn th' rest. Then after, maybe we could sabotage a couple more of those watchtowers before the giants wise up n' start mannin them at night."
Wren nods at Kraygan. "That sounds like a plan. So far, we're only mostly screwing this up. And yet we still live. Which is good," Wren says 'cheerfully'.
"But we should probably get away from the dino-roar. Not sure why they would think it was real, as I'm not sure dinosaurs even exist in this kind of cold, do they?" Wren looks quizzically at Rogzul. He is ready to move on the dwarves 'go'.
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Surprisingly very few giants head towards the sound of Rogzul's roar. Seeing as the forge housed any number of Remorhaz Skirgaard mainly just assumes it was one of the wounded fire worms and wholly ignore the roar.
A gigantic millstone lies in the center of this open, single-story building. The device consists of four rollers on a circular stone base attached to a center spoke. Each roller terminates in a tenfoot- long handle mounted with human-sized manacles. A wellworn footpath encircles the millstone. A smaller apparatus with giant-sized handles on either side sits in the northwest corner. A chute opens at the top of the device, feeding into a spiked grinder that yields crushed material in a basin below. A wagon loaded with barrels sits next to the southwestern doors. Throughout the building are piles of materials to be milled, from wheat and barley to heaps of humanoid bones.
The giants of Skirgaard employ slave labor to mill their grain and literally grind bones to make their bread at this horrific site. From dawn to dusk, human slaves are chained to the mill turnstile and forced to walk in a circle to operate the mill.
The wagon to the southwest is loaded with barrels filled with ground grain. A frost giant slave handler named Margrunda oversees the village’s slaves, particularly during their labors at the gristmill. She is armed with an earthbreaker and a mancatcher, and paints her body in tribal designs with brilliant blue woad. Another frost giant named Horkt is stationed here with her, also armed with a mancatcher
The slaves stop pushing the mill as they see you enter. Margrunda snarls and yells at the top of her lungs at the slaves.
+4 in Mountains
Torgan (64/90)(Malt 13/67)
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Horkt
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Kraygan (DR 3/-; 109/109)
Wren
Rogzul (56/81)
Jorgan (104/104)(Spirit 90/90)
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Grinder/Millstone Rollers
Margrunda
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As the group moves to raid the mill, Kraygan reminds them of the loot they have captured. "Remember everyone, we got some potions n' scrolls that might be useful. There're at least a couple of th' healing variety. And that thremyr's beard helm could come in handy too."
At the doors to the mill, he looks across the structure at the two frost giants and grins. "I'll dance with th' lady."
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As the two giants turn to glare at the entrants, Torgan scoffs and draws his weapons, still bearing some slight wounds from the previous fight. "Bring yer haughty asses over here and let's see you try to grind us up." he says, beckoning them forward with Agrimmosh.
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The giants and Torgan glare at each other as the heavy millstones grind in a large circle. Horkt moves over and grabs a mancatcher that was leaning against the grinder. he gives the metal prongs a few clicks to make sure it works. The metal snaps closed as it grinds against each other in a menacing manner.
Torgan (84/90)(Malt 67/67)
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Horkt
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Kraygan (DR 3/-; 109/109)
Wren
Rogzul (56/81)
Jorgan (104/104)(Spirit 90/90)
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Grinder/Millstone Rollers
Margrunda
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Round 1, Init 16
Wren casts Haste and flies up to 30' (hopefully well above the grinders) to get a good look at the battlefield.
Wren looks to spot any dangers from the grinders.
Perception
Intelligence
HP: 61/61
AC: 18 (+4 w/mage armor)+1 haste
[ dice]1d20+10+1[/dice] touch to hit;
[ dice]1d6+5[/dice] acid damage.
Effects: mage armor, overland flight
Right: bow
Left:
Rod Lsr Extend 0/3 used
Rod Lsr Quicken 0/3 used
Acid 0/8 used
Blip: 0 of 480
[ dice]1d20+11-2+1[/dice] to hit; (PBS,rapid)
[ dice]1d8+2+1d6[/dice] damage.
"Well, are we charging in or what?" Jorgan asks the other dwarves as he kicks Spirit into the building to the giant over in the corner.
Kraygan urges Haggis into the mill, but hangs a left and maneuvers into a spot to charge Horkt. Once in position he spits in his hand and takes a solid grip on his lance.
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Kraygan lines up Haggis for a charging lane within the dangerous Mill as casts haste on the group. Flying up he scouts out the room even further, though he is only able to make it up 20 feet before bonking his head on the ceiling.
The massive rollers in the center of the room looks exceptionally dangerous as anyone caught in their path will surely be injured. The grinder in the far northwestern corner is even more deadly as anyone caught in its path will be caught and trapped in the grinder, unable to free themselves until they are turned into a thick mulchy paste.
Jorgan charges in headfirst into the room and jabs Heartspit into Margrunda's shoulder as she swats Spirit's horns away.
Haste
Torgan (84/90)(Malt 67/67)
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Horkt
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Kraygan (DR 3/-; 109/109)
Wren
Rogzul (56/81)
Jorgan (104/104)(Spirit 90/90)
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Grinder/Millstone Rollers
Margrunda (-26)
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Rog lifts himself ten feet into the air with his flying hex and follows Kraygans example, moving to the left of the mill to provide the dwarf with some back up when he inevitably charges his foe.
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Rogzul flies low in the air and circles around the room. The massive rollers smash slowly around the circle as the slaves dig their feet into the ground, pushing the large wooden handles.
Margrunda steps to the side and braces her earthbreaker in both hands. Placing the earthbreaker against Spirits Horns she gives mighty scream as she shoves as hard as she can, hurtling Spirit and Jorgan back nearly into the path of the rollers.
Haste
Torgan (84/90)(Malt 67/67)
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Horkt
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Kraygan (DR 3/-; 109/109)
Wren (Fly 20 ft)
Rogzul (56/81; fly 10 ft)
Jorgan (104/104)(Spirit 77/90)
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Grinder/Millstone Rollers
Margrunda (-26)
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Torgan, hearing from the Prophet, merely closes the gap towards Margrunda on the back of the Hastened yak. "Ready when you are, Wren!" yells the dwarf as he awaits the blessing of the Prophet.
In the meantime, the dwarf chucks his dagger at the enemy giant.
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Seeing Jorgan and Spirit in trouble Torgan rushes in to help his brother, chucking a dagger at Margrunda to distract the raging frost giant. Brinya's Love stabs into the back of her hand.
Knowing that Margrunda will be fine Horkt circling around the cart, waving his mancatcher at Kraygan, teasing the dwarf. "Wanna feel the Grinder little one?"
Haste
Torgan (84/90)(Malt 67/67)
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Horkt
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Kraygan (DR 3/-; 109/109)
Wren (Fly 20 ft)
Rogzul (56/81; fly 10 ft)
Jorgan (104/104)(Spirit 77/90)
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Grinder/Millstone Rollers
Margrunda (-40)
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Round 2, Init 16
Wren casts Thunderous Footfalls on Torgan and his overgrown goat.
"Mind those grinders, you bearded grubriders! There are some things magics can't cure...one of them is your being turned to paste."
HP: 61/61
AC: 18 (+4 w/mage armor)+1 haste
[ dice]1d20+10+1[/dice] touch to hit;
[ dice]1d6+5[/dice] acid damage.
Effects: mage armor, overland flight
Right: bow
Left:
Rod Lsr Extend 0/3 used
Rod Lsr Quicken 0/3 used
Acid 0/8 used
Blip: 0 of 330
[ dice]1d20+11-2+1[/dice] to hit; (PBS,rapid)
[ dice]1d8+2+1d6[/dice] damage.
"Bah! I see whatcher doin." Kraygan steers Haggis further left, rounding a wagon and coming at the giant from the side opposite the grinder.
"Get in here, brother! We can take this one down easy enough!" Jorgan calls back as he continues his attacks on the giant in the corner.
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Kraygan rounds the wagon and thrusts his lance into Horkt's chest. Horkt's eyes go wide as he topples to the ground gasping for breath.
Wren makes Malt's feet heavier, as if they were filled with lead. With each step they fill they air as if the sky itself is splitting open.
Margrunda weathers the blows as Jorgan and Spirit batter the giantress barbarian with everything in their arsenal.
Haste
Torgan (84/90)(Malt 67/67; thunderous footfalls)
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Horkt (-26; prone)
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Kraygan (DR 3/-; 109/109)
Wren (Fly 20 ft)
Rogzul (56/81; fly 10 ft)
Jorgan (104/104)(Spirit 77/90)
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Grinder/Millstone Rollers
Margrunda (-94; Bleed 1)
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Seeing Horkt knocked to the ground, Rog hefts his spear and charges toward the fallen foe from the opposite end, looking for a tender opening before the giant can stand.
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Rogzul charges from the doorway. it is as if the spirits themselves carry the orc as he floats across the open air and brings his spear down onto the giant.
The nail armor seems to do no more than anger the giant further as the slaves continue to urge the rollers around in the circle of death that narrowly misses Jorgan and Spirit.
Margrunda bleeds a small bit from the rams jagged horns. Raising her Earthbreaker high into the air she slams it down on top of Jorgan.
(TWD Spoiler) Jorgan's skull caves in from the mighty blow of the hammer. He looks to Torgan as large swathes of blood flow down his face. His left eye bulges from its socket. To...To...Torgan... He mumbles as he nearly falls from Spirit.
Grabbing her hammer back around Margrunda gives Spirit another push with her hammer as she jams it against the rams horns.
Spirit is able to hold steady against the giant's strength as neither are able to move. Releasing her grip she sets up for another swing with her hammer.
Haste
Torgan (84/90)(Malt 67/67; thunderous footfalls)
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Horkt (-26; prone)
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Kraygan (DR 3/-; 109/109)
Wren (Fly 20 ft)
Rogzul (56/81; fly 10 ft)
Jorgan (7/114)(Spirit 77/90)
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Grinder/Millstone Rollers
Margrunda (-95; Bleed 1)
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"Don't die, brother!" the dwarf yells as he points Agrimmosh at the giant who dare strike his sibling. "You have signed your own death warrant, giant!" he bellows as Malt closes the gap.
The yak tries to gore the offending giant as Torgan takes a mighty swing from the back of his trusty bovine.
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Margrunda swings her earthbreaker around to the side of Malt's ribs.
A crack is heard throughout the chamber as Malt's ribs crack on his right side. The yak's breathing becomes labored but it continues to push on. As Malt gets next to Margrunda the floor itself shakes violently.
And she is able to keep her ground as she stands defiantly against the dwarf's might. Agrimmosh and Malt bruise her up even further as several blows land.
Horkt's face turns to one of rage as he stands up. Gripping his mancatcher he steps in and snaps it at Kraygan's neck.
The mancatcher catches little more than Kraygan's beard as it pulls out a small tuft of hair.
Haste
Torgan (84/90)(Malt 34/67; thunderous footfalls)
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Horkt (-26)
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Kraygan (DR 3/-; 109/109)
Wren (Fly 20 ft)
Rogzul (56/81; fly 10 ft)
Jorgan (7/114)(Spirit 77/90)
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Grinder/Millstone Rollers
Margrunda (-143; Bleed 1)
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Round 3, Init 16
Wren cringes as Jorgan's head becomes more misshapen by the giant's hammer more than it already is. He flies stunned for a moment as it slowly dawns upon Wren that Jorgan still lives.
"I guess I should help there. But how?" Wren flies closer (going to 40' up).
He casts his final Magic Missile at MacGruber.
force damage
HP: 61/61
AC: 18 (+4 w/mage armor)+1 haste
[ dice]1d20+10+1[/dice] touch to hit;
[ dice]1d6+5[/dice] acid damage.
Effects: mage armor, overland flight
Right: bow
Left:
Rod Lsr Extend 0/3 used
Rod Lsr Quicken 0/3 used
Acid 0/8 used
Blip: 0 of 330
[ dice]1d20+11-2+1[/dice] to hit; (PBS,rapid)
[ dice]1d8+2+1d6[/dice] damage.
Kraygan lances the giant as it stands.
Pulling away from the mancatcher, Kraygan stares at the bristling hairs caught in the giant weapon. He has never held any illusions about his appearance - among a race not known for beauty, he was hardly an exception. His beard was the one thing he had ever been proud of, because it covered his bad teeth and pock-marked, ruddy face.
"Me beard..." He gasps. "Ye messed up me "
Bile rises in his throat and rage overcomes him.
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Kraygan's lance batters Horkt as the giant looks to regain his footing, bruising the giant's body in several different areas.
Wren sends a barrage of missiles that weave all around the slaves and into Margrunda, which only seems to anger her further.
Haste
Torgan (84/90)(Malt 34/67; thunderous footfalls)
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Horkt (-160)
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Kraygan (DR 3/-; 109/109)
Wren (Fly 20 ft)
Rogzul (56/81; fly 10 ft)
Jorgan (7/114)(Spirit 77/90)
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Grinder/Millstone Rollers
Margrunda (-159; Bleed 1)
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Seeing the damage done to Jorgan, Rog is unsure if he should peel off and knit the dwarf's skull together, or keep up the attack on his current target. Kraygan's assault seems to beat hurt the giant but doesn't fell him, so Rog stays in the fight, slowly adjusting position to hopefully flank with his companion.
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Rogzul stabs twice into Horkt's neck, ending the giants life as he slams into the nearby cart, spilling its contents.
Jorgan backs Spirit away as he looks to heal his injury. With his vision off Jorgan can see no other way but to dodge the millstone roller and get behind Torgan which draws Margrunda's attention.
Spirit takes a blow to her left hip as she retreats allowing Jorgan to heal his wounds.
With Jorgan out of the way Margrunda takes her rage out on Torgan and Malt.
The heavy spiked hammer crunches and dents Torgan's armor causing it to bite and pierce his flesh.
Haste
Torgan (43/90)(Malt 34/67; thunderous footfalls)
Kraygan (DR 3/-; 109/109)
Wren (Fly 20 ft)
Rogzul (56/81; fly 10 ft)
Jorgan (30/114)(Spirit 37/90)
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Grinder/Millstone Rollers
Margrunda (-160; Bleed 1)
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