Harlot's Heroes

Game Master Alexander Scott

Fallow nods at Tashewren's rousing words, 'Yes,' she agrees, 'it's our duty to stop bad people hurting others,' she smiles again, 'you're so brave...' she murmurs, then blinks, shakes her head a little, and hastily adds, '... you and your friends are brave, I mean - to risk angering the witch!' she glances towards Victor and winks, 'I hope you're good at swinging that big weapon of yours, Victor...' Turning, the cloven-hoofed young lady heads off into the undergrowth, pausing to look back for a moment, 'Gather your friends quickly and follow me and,' she winces a little, but sounds like she's trying her best to be diplomatic as she adds, 'if you could make a little less noise, that would be wonderful - Granny Gullveig and your bad person aren't the only dangerous things in the forest...'

[Assuming everyone eventually follows... feel free to make Stealth checks if you're willing to follow Fallow's advice...]

... Fallow leads you through the forest for a little under half an hour, eventually reaching the base of an earthen cliff, where the forest floor seems to abruptly rise a good sixty feet. Most of the trees in this part of the forest are around fifty to one-hundred feet tall, so some rise higher than the sudden elevation of land, and on the plateau above you can see that the forest continues atop the cliff. Fallow peers up the cliff,

'Up there,' she explains, 'it's a shortcut to the witch's cottage. The long way round takes hours...' she trails off, then gestures for everyone to get back, even as she hides herself behind a wide tree-trunk. Looking up a figure can be seen pacing at the top of the cliff - a muscular and misshapen humanoid brute, a good ten feet tall, clad in crudely-stitched hide armour, with a giant long-spear and a bundle of equally large javelins strapped to his wide back. Slung across his shoulder is an over-sized knapsack and in his hand he's fiddling with a large net. Propped up against a tree next to him is a large two-handed club, which seems almost the size of a tree itself! Fallow mutters something (which, by the tone, could well be cursing...) under her breath in the lyrical language she speaks, then whispers,

'That's old Rumblegrump the ogre - he's a nasty piece of work... I'm pretty sure he works for Granny Gullveig,' she risks a quick peek out from behind the tree she's sought cover behind, then glances across the party, 'he's a blight on these parts, so you'd be doing us all a favour if you helped to get ride of him... but if you'd rather try the long way...' she shrugs and concludes, '... well, it's up to you.'

Tashewren quickly checks up on Feast, making certain she's ok, then follows Fallow as quickly as he can

Stealth: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

When Fallow finishes speaking about the ogre, Tashewren finally speaks up. "I think we should face him. Help out those who help us. What's your plan?" he looks to the group in this case.

"I don't want to take the long way." Answers Zhen, trying to avert his eyes from Fallow. "Better to take our chances with the ogre than walk for hours."

stealth: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
"I suppose we've no choice but to brute force this" says Eugen.
"give me twelve seconds, and I can enlarge the two less wounded warriors among us." "If we enhance your strength and combine that with my spell of Grease we may be able to deal with this efficiently." Eugen moves his hands so as to imply someone falling off of a cliff.
Oh boy, Eugen's rolls are terrible for anything that doesn't involve not being poisoned.

Eyeing Tashewren sideways....
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

Seeing the brute on the hill Victor smiles; “This is my kind of fight, not those pesky tiny spiders.” Victor draws his blade and looks at the rest of the group to see if they are ready.

Whilst your party discusses tactics, the ogre shouts something down at you in a deep, booming, voice... but in a gruff language none of you speak. Fallow leans back against the tree she's taken cover behind and sighs,

'I suppose a little quiet was too much to ask... I don't know what old Rumblegrump is saying, but I think he knows we're here. How are you planning on getting to the top of the cliff without him skewering you? I'm not sure...' she stops, mid-sentence, then quickly rummages through the pouch attached to her belt, '... hang on, maybe I can...' she pulls out a beautifully carved set of pan-pipes, peeps out from behind her tree just a little, and starts to play a haunting, soulful, tune. For a moment Rumblegrump, at the top of the cliff, seems to waver, the lids of his eyes starting to close... then he shakes his head and bellows some sort of invective, dropping the net he was holding to the ground next to him, pulling one of the javelins from where they're strapped to his back, and hurling it towards where Fallow is. The cloven-hoofed young lady ducks back behind the tree as the over-sized javelin embeds itself in the trunk in a shower of splinters. It's then Fallow's turn to mutter something you don't understand beneath her breath as she shrugs, 'I guess it was worth a try - but it seems he's too bull-headed to be swayed by my tunes...'

Both the earthen cliff and the trees are DC 15 to climb. It's possible to climb a tree and keep it between you and the ogre, it'd then be a DC 5 Acrobatics check to jump from a tree to the top of the cliff (once one was at least sixty feet up a tree, of course). Being enlarged whilst climbing would mean you're too big to claim total cover from the trees (they're generally considered to occupy roughly a single 5ftx5ft square each, give or take a little). How long climbing takes depends on your base speed, whether you attempt accelerated climbing, and all that usual stuff. There's plenty of cover in the forest (and I'm assuming here that everyone has taken cover behind total cover whilst they're talking, for obvious reasons...). Just in case any of that helps...

Stealth: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Stealth is for squishy things. Feast not squishy.
Knowledge (Nature): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

Feast is wary. She knows her own condition and the disadvantage of the lower ground, plus range. Being big has its pros, but the cons are also there, a main one being an obvious target to range attacks.

She wants to just climb up the cliff, but the makeshift bandage on her leg is still wet with blood, and the spiders have left a few tiny red sores over her body.

Waiting until her Master confirms if his new 'friend' can heal her, she examines the tree line, looking for the best way to make her ascent.

Tashewren looks to Fallow really quickly.

"Appreciate the attempt, Fallow," he says. "Do you have any healing magic in that pipe of yours, there? My associate, Feast, could use a quick touch up." He points to the orc. (Tashewren will relay to Feast her answer)

Tashewren looks to the group. "Think one of you boys can help Feast here chop a tree? This time?" he asks.

Victor sees the javelin being thrown at Fallow and tucks himself behind a tree.

“The poison of the spiders have left me weakened. What are we going to do about this Ogre? Unfortunately I it looks like I did not snag my bow before showing up, so if I am going to be doing anything I will need to get up to it... which could be problematic.”

Victor slings his sword across his back and grabs the bear trap.

“Is there a way we could lure it down the cliff and possibly have it fall into or on this trap?”

Responding to Tashewren; “Whats the plan? Use it as a ramp to climb up to the beast?”

'Healing? No,' Fallow shakes her head, 'I can create all sorts of sounds and, on occasion, help someone sleep or laugh, but Rumblegrump wasn't lulled when I tried to make him sleep... and I'm not sure he even has a sense of humour... My Lord Elwyn possesses healing magic - be he comes and goes as he pleases, and I wouldn't have any idea where he is right now. It's said that some visit Granny Gullveig for healing - but Mother says that it's not the nice kind of healing, and it always comes with a price that's too high.'

stabilization for vasterius: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20

Zhen moves towards the tree. "Fine. As long as it will help."

"Those javelins look pretty dangerous, but I don't know how accurate it is with them. As long as we can take cover in the trees, it's going to have a hard time hitting us."

Tashewren nods appreciatively at Zhen, and then answers Victor. "Something like that," he replies, as he turns to Feast and Zhen.

"Start hacking at the tree, but keep your swords clear on the opposite side- this doesn't work if either of you go down. We'll use the downed tree for cover as we make for the ledge, then push the tree onto the ledge, for us to climb up."

He turns to Fallow. "Your turn. I assume you know how to use that thing in your hands?" He indicates her shortbow. "You're going to keep him occupied. I don't care how well you can aim it from that distance, I just want those arrows in the air, and at a distance where he'll have a hard time reaching the tree without getting hit." He nods to her.

He indicates Zhen and Victor. "You two will go up first," he starts. "I have some magic that hopefully will keep the brute from noticing you until you're up top, but it won't last long- you'll probably have to hold him off by yourselves for a moment while the rest of climb up."

He pauses, then turns to the wizard. "You'll be next, Eugen," he says. (Have we formally introduced? I can't remember) "I assume you have some more tricks up your sleeve? Making one of them grow big again might be helpful against that," and he points to the ogre.

Finally, "Feast and myself will follow you three, and will aid as best we can. Fallow here will go last," and he turns back to her "As you'll be helping our buddies up top keep away from the log. If that ogre wises up and knocks the tree off the ledge, this plan falls to pieces. and that means one of us is likely to die, if it fails." He waits a moment for dramatic tension, before continuing. "I can't force any of you to agree to this plan, but it's the best plan we have. It'll give us a shot a capturing our mark, and helping out those who help us," he finishes, with a slight dip of his head to Fallow.

"What do you say?"

He repeats the basics of the plan to Feast, in orc:

Fallow looks rather horrified at Tashewren's plan,

'These trees have stood for generations and you just want to kill one?' she asks, eyes wide and a slight tremor in her voice, 'These trees right here are easy enough to climb, and it's just a hop over to the top of the cliff once you're up one - I've done it before. I... I thought you said you were the good guys...' she tightens her grip on her bow, her other hand moving closer to her arrows as she awaits an answer...

Feast looks at her Master and then at the tree and over at the cliff.

She peers past the tree line and yells at the orge.

Growing irrigated with Tashewren; “I’m seeing a pattern rising where you think you are the boss here and that we work for you. Last time I check, the only reason we are working TOGETHER is because Lux called us into her service. I’m not sure of the odds of bringing down one of these trees and having luck have it fall to make a ramp to climb up, but I doubt we can move it into position to make a ramp if it were to fall on the ground.”

“I think we should try to climb the tree or the cliff. I have a grappling hook and rope. Those who can climb the tree easily should do that while the rest climb up the rope. This way more of us can be at the top at the same time and then none of us will be stuck up there alone with that thing.”

Victor gets out his grappling hook and ties his rope to it.

Grappling Hook Ranged Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Victor sighs trying to let go of his frustration and tries again.

grappling hook: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

Finally a personal win... lol

Tashewren looks at Victor with an incredulous stare. He pauses, breathes in a moment, and smiles.

"You know, you're right," he tells Victor. "We should try it your way. You go first, we'll follow."

If just feel the need to point this out, because I really don't want to see anyone die today- jumping across to the ledge is exactly what Anakin tried in Revenge of the Sith. It didn't work for him, and I'm afraid the ogre will just murder us as we jump. But, I've been known to be wrong, and Tashewren certainly isn't going to stop you, after that.

Edit:Plus, we already felled a tree and moved it into position to make a bridge- no reason why we cannot make one now. But, you do you.

I’m not sure if you saw what Prof Potts said about the trees, but from what was said I am thinking these are a bit bigger... I could be wrong. Check it out in the discussion if you did not see it. I am personally not a jumping person so the climb the rope option was better for me. Lol

As she's ignored and the party start to talk to each other in frustrated tones, Fallow (still looking nervous and wary) begins to back away into the undergrowth...

Victor's second attempt at a throw snags his grapnel firmly onto a branch at maximum height, leaving an easy rope-climb up the sturdy trunk of the tree he selected, without exposing oneself to attack from Rumblegrump.

It's a DC 0 Climb check to ascend a knotted rope with a large tree-trunk to brace against, moving at quarter speed. You can also use accelerated climbing to move at half speed instead, which makes it a DC 5 Climb check instead. You can take 10 on these checks, seeing as you'll have total cover from Rumblegrump's attacks. Taking Victor's standing reach into account, climbing the rope will get you to sixty foot - the level of the cliff opposite. Moving to another tree (to allow someone else up the rope) or round the trunk and over to the cliff are both DC 5 Acrobatics checks - you can't take 10 on those, as you'll potentially be exposed to attack as you move (although if you move to another tree you can claim total cover again once you get there). I hope that all makes sense?

Rumblegrump bellows something guttural down at you all, seemingly in response to Feast's own bellowing, but not in any language you understand.

EDIT: Yes, and it's always a good idea to check any new posts in the discussion thread before posting to gameplay, just in case they're relevant.

Realizing what Fallow had previously said he stops mid climb; “Fallow, you mentioned something about being able to distract Rumblegrump. Can you do this as we climb up and jump over? Or, possibly climb up with us and disctract it and once we are over come over with us? We will all need to work as a team if this is going to work...” Victor looks towards Tashewren as he says the last bit.

Victor climbs up the rope.

EDIT: If Possible

As Victor is talking to Fallow; “If you help us get rid of this Rumblegrump it will your land will be better off....”

charisma: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19

Feast looks to judge when would be the best time to grab the javelin and pull it out...

Strength: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Oh damn! Part of me wants these low intellect creatures to just yell at each other as a distraction XD)

At Victor's words Fallow stops backing off. Her large, expressive, brown eyes dart for a moment between Victor and Tashewren, then she nods to Victor,

'Yes,' she agrees, 'you're right, of course. Just,' she glares at Tashewren, 'no tree-killing.'

Stepping through the undergrowth, Fallow reaches Victor's side then, with seeming ease, bounds about five feet straight up, catches hold of the rope, and rapidly ascends the tree. Once she's at the top of the rope, she nimbly hops from one branch to another, moving a couple of trees across, to give others room to ascend. Rumblegrump bellows something at her as her athletic form gracefully flits from cover to cover behind the mighty trees, but Fallow simply responds with a light, melodious, laugh.

Trying to judge her moment to retrieve the over-sized javelin, Feast realises that, whilst Rumblegrump doesn't have a javelin in hand and ready to hurl, he could definitely draw and hurl one in the time it would take her to move to the one embedded in the tree and pull it out.

On the other hand, a large-sized javelin still only weighs 4lbs, so a friendly spellcaster could possibly use a mage hand cantrip to retrieve it without breaking cover ('cos of angles and stuff) - the fact it's embedded in the tree is really just fluff, so it wouldn't take any more effort than just picking it up (but if Feast moved and picked it up, the ogre could draw and hurl before she had a chance to move again)... if that makes any sense?

I'm not certain how, but I missed the past probably 10 or so Discussion posts. Normally it shows up that there is a new post, but I got no warning or nothing, so I do apologize for that. Guess I'll have to manually check now.

Tashewren's not trying to be argumentative, but he is trying to work out a plan- one that won't end in them all getting skewered as they go to jump from the tree. Fortunately, an idea has somewhat presented itself.

We will all need to work as a team if this is going to work...”

"Yes, yes, save your mighty platitudes," he says in a frustrated tone. "Just- get up the tree. Eugen and Zhen too. Don't jump across until I give the signal. Do you understand me?"

Once Zehn, Eugen, Fallow, and Victor are all in the tree, Tashewren will yell at them to go, cast Vanish on Feast, and duck around the tree, hoping to provoke a spear throw. Basic idea being that if Rumblegrump is yelling at Feast, and throwing a spear at Tashewren, then he's not throwing a spear at the rest of ya'll. Which, hopefully, makes an Anakin scene much less likely.

Continuing as her master instructed, and still unaware that the Rumblejack can understand her as much as she can him, she continues to hurl insults at the ogre.

What she really wants is to go fight him, but in her current condition she would settle for a range weapon, like a javelin.

It's boring when they don't react. I hope this is over soon. Feast needs to lie down a bit. Plus needs to find owner of bear trap and eat his legs.

Zhen looks at Tashewren oddly, before complying. He grunts in effort as he tries to climb up. "What kind of warrior climbs trees to fight his enemies?" He asks in frustration. The one who doesn't want to climb cliffs. his own thought replies.

Climb: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21

The dice seem to agree with Zhen's decision to become a professional climber.

Zhen looks down at his allies, balancing himself on the branches. "What's the signal, Tashewren?"

Zhen hardly needs the rope as he bounds up the tree with even more grace than forest-native Fallow demonstrated. (Wow - who knew that wuxia films were 100% factually accurate!) A couple of trees over the cloven-hoofed young lady herself is perched on a branch, leaning her back against the trunk as she watches Zhen's ascent. Catching his eye she smiles and winks,

'See,' she says softly, 'I told you it was easy.' With her bow slung across her back, she takes her panpipes out from her belt pouch once more, then risks a quick peak in Rumblegrump's direction, before ducking back behind cover, a worried expression on her face. Calling down to the others she reports,

'He's got three javelins left, as well as that big spear, the net and the club, all laid out ready... but he seems to be doing something with a rope... maybe we should hurry this up?'

Tashewren's head perks up as Fallow speaks.

"Wait, Fallow- what's he doing with the rope? Specifically? Is he tying it into knots? or to a secure place, like he's trying to come down?"

Victor tries to take a look to see himself from his vantage point.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

"If he's going to climb down, I say we shoot at him."

Zhen tries to peer over to see what the ogre is doing.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

Sorry, I missed that Victor had climbed the rope earlier, but that means Victor, Zhen and Fallow are all up in the trees now, whilst Eugen, Feast and Tashewren are still on the ground.

Peaking out from behind their respective trees, Victor and Zhen both see that...

Victor lets out a little chuckle before regaining his composure, leaning in towards Fallow he lowers his voice and says; “Well, we did just meet so he could have a few tricks up his sleeves. We will see...”

Seeing what the big brute is doing; “looks like they need to keep an eye out down...”

Shouting down to Tashewren “Heads up, looks like he is going to toss a tree stump down on you guys!”

The format your text button isnt working so I’m not sure how to make my text small like a whisper.

Small text is bounded by (smaller) and (/smaller) - but with square brackets.

Hearing Victor's shout, Tashewren lets out a string of whispered curses.

"Jump now then! While his hands are full! Feast, go get the damn thing!"

He grabs Feast by the shoulder, and casts Vanish. Once he's finished, he shoves her forwards while darting around the tree and whistling loudly at the giant, before darting towards another tree.

Taking one last look to see where the ogre is he turns to Zhen and Fallow and says; “Ok, you guys ready to go? Once we are over there we should get behind some cover.”

once everyone is ready we make the leap

Acrobatics: 1d20 ⇒ 12

Feast looks at the tiny man who just tried to push her out into the open quizzically, not understanding what he said.

But he seemed to want her to go in that direction, which happened to be where the javelin was stuck so just assumed that's what he meant.

She felt tingly, recognizing the touch of magic, but knowing that it wasn't healing her due to still feeling like shed been chewed up and spat out by a storm giant.

Bravibg the open, she dashed towards the javelin, though she made an earnest attempt to stay as close to the tree line as she could.

Grabbing the javelin with both hands, she tugged to free it before the grumpy guardian could throw another.

Zhen nods. "Keep your head down."

Acrobatics: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (15) - 2 = 13

Yep - still waiting for those actions and rolls I mentioned in the discussion thread...

Initiative: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15

Not sure if I'm meant to be rolling anything

Intiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Zhen moves into cover (if possible), drawing his bow in preparation.

initiative: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Victor looks around for cover and sees what the ogre is doing. Victor he will attack.
attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24
damage: 2d6 + 7 ⇒ (6, 6) + 7 = 19

holy cow a threat!!!
confirm: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23
I’m not sure how you do crits, if you double the rolled or re roll so I’ll re roll and you can use what is needed if it confirms.
2d6 + 7 ⇒ (1, 6) + 7 = 14

Tashewren vanishes Feast, then leaps out to be a target - Rumblegrump obliges by bellowing and hurling the javelin he had in hand and ready towards the nobleman... the missile misses Tashewren by a proverbial whisker and ends up embedded, quivering, in the ground next to him.

Feast, momentarily invisible, moves over and pulls the first over-sized javelin the ogre had cast free from the tree it had transfixed.

Victor leaps across to the cliff, a little in front of Zhen, causing Rumblegrump to try to clothesline the anti-paladin with one meaty forearm as he makes the jump... but Victor twists in the air, avoiding the wild blow, runs a couple of steps up the ogre's arm to his shoulder, and plunges his greatsword into Rumblegrump's flesh, just above the clavicle, burying the blade to the hilt vertically through the ogre's chest! Rumblegrump momentarily has a rather perplexed expression on his face, before his eyes roll back, blood spurts from his mouth, and he totters backwards a few steps before collapsing, unmoving, to the ground!

Fallow peaks from behind the cover of her tree, pan-pipes clutched and ready, before her large, expressive, eyes widen even more at the sight of Victor standing atop the felled giant,

'Wow!,' she manages, eloquently. After blinking a couple of times, she bounds over to the cliff with ease and, after gingerly poking Rumblegrump's cooling corpse with one of her stone daggers a couple of times (just to make sure...), she steps close to Victor and looks up at him, 'That... that was incredible!' she gushes, before touching her fingers to Victor's chest, tilting her head downwards and looking up at him through her long lashes, a slight smile playing at her lips as she adds, 'you know... you're a handsome man too, Victor...'

Yep - you roll damage again for criticals, rather than just multiply the original result.

If Rumblegrump is searched (and let's face it - looting corpses is what the good adventurers do, let alone you guys... ;) ) you find in total...

A large greatclub, four large javelins (four total - including the two hurled), the large set of hide armour he's wearing, his large net and large longspear. Inside Rumblegrump's large knapsack there are two small earthenware bottles and an earthenware jar each containing different foul-smelling substances, a collection of stones and pebbles, a large waterskin containing a gallon of ale, an earthenware jar of honey, a hunk of venison, and six fox pelts. There's also the ogre's fifty-foot length of rope lying nearby.

Fallow points off into the forest atop the cliff,

'Granny Gullveig's cottage isn't far now, when you're all ready.' Pressing herself close to Victor she stands on tip-um-hooves and whispers into his ear...

Seeing the fight over, Tashewren calls to Feast

He then valiantly struggles to climb the rope, undignified, but eventually makes it to the top, huffing and puffing. He pushes the sweat from his brow.

"Excellent strike, Victor. Just as I foresaw." He pauses, waiting for the words to sink in.

Bluff: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (5) + 16 = 21

He continues nonchalantly. "I'll see if Feast can carry his trophies. Should be worth something in town, no?"

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

He collects himself a tad more, then answers Fallow "Yes, we should be moving on, shouldn't we?"

Victor pulls Fallow in close and whispers back;

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

“Finally, something to help aid us in healing, We should see what Granny Gullveig can provide. I am sure she can use some of this. But we should all get moving, who knows what other predators will move in and take this ogre’s place.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13

Fallow seems happy to press her near-nude body against Victor as he pulls her close (you'd think the chain shirt would chafe...). She whispers back to him...

... before pushing away to squat down and uncork the fallen Rumblegrump's waterskin. She sniff it, then quaffs a mouthful and grimaces,

'That's the worst ale I've ever had the misfortune to taste,' she comments... before drinking a few more goodly mouthfuls then holding the skin up and grinning, 'would anyone care to join me?'

Victor caresses her long hair and whispers back to her...

Victor reaches out for the waterskin; “Nothing better than a victory drink after a few good battles. Lets drink men!”

Victor takes a mouthful of the ale within and then holds it out to the rest of the party.

Zhen chuckles, accepting the ale. While it tasted awful, as Fallow said, it was alcohol at least. "A lucky strike, Victor. Although luck is more than equal to skill."

Zhen passes the ale to whoever wants it, before speaking again. "Don't drink too much. We still have a ways to go. Fallow, where do we head from here?"

Fallow laughs her light, lyrical, laugh in response to her whispered antics with Victor. Turning to Feast she indicates Victor as she announces,

'Well I'm definitely having this one first,' she then gestures in general towards the remaining males in the group and asks Feast, with a grin, 'which one are you going to start your celebrations with?'

Seeing Zhen partake of the ale, Fallow smiles and answers his question,

'There's a trail through the undergrowth that leads to Granny Gullveig's cottage from here, it shouldn't take more than half an...' she trails off for a moment as she glances over Tashewren's fine clothes and Eugen's silk robes, and corrects herself, '... it shouldn't take much more than an hour to get there. I mentioned that Granny keeps dead men to tend her garden? They'll attack uninvited guests... and Granny Gullveig herself is very dangerous... but if your bad person took the long way round she's unlikely to get there before us... assuming you still want to go?'

Feast pulls herself up the rope, contemplating whether or not bringing 2 large javelins with her is worth the effort.

As she reaches the top, the faun giggles something at her. Feast doesn't really care what. She just makes her way over to the ogre. She has been bored most of this hunt, it losing its appeal somewhere between the bear trap and now.

She had mildly enjoyed yelling at the misshapen guardian, and was also aware that she might need something to kill the time with.

She looks over at the ogre, her Master's task didn't seem too ridiculous. A rare occurrence.

She moves to the ogre's side and empties the contents of his napsack on the ground. Pulling out her Greataxe, she then begins dismembering him and storing the pieces in the bag, snacking on a few smaller pieces of flesh here and there. She was sure her Master wouldn't mind.

She tosses the armor aside, covered in blood from Victors dead blow and also bits of flesh from Feast's improvised butchering.

“We should take the short cut, anything to cut down on time.” looking towards Zhen; “Can you pick up on the trail that we were following again?

Victor heads over and picks up the large net; “This could be useful.” He also picks up one of the large Javelins

“Its settled. We will take the short cut to Granny Gullveig’s cottage. Fallow, will you lead the way?

Victor puts the net in his bag, also adding in the six fox pelts, and uses his large javelin as an oversized walking stick.