"Oh,....very well. That psychotic b!!*! Vimanda is in there.
It seems she's hosting a wedding."
Beldan looks at the others. “Wedding crashers?”
heheheheheheh.....
"yerrs...how absolutely dross. If it weren't utter suicide.
Good man," to Beldan, "you look like a man of common sense. Help me persuade your entourage here that this is madness. I'd like nothing more than a hot bath and liquor for forgetfulness...."
“And maybe some nice soothing ointment?” Beldan asks innocently. “Look, I’m smart enough to know that I can’t dissuade this lot from mayhem. Stig? You and your new mate Claw want to get the door?”
He sighs; heads for the hallway you just entered.
"Bah. Dumber than the union of a flumph and a carbuncle", Altai mutters as the disagreeable nobleman disappears down the hallway. "We should have sold him back to the drow along with those damned weavers, though his craving for liquor and warm baths is entirely understandable. Now hold on for a moment as I check out their party..."
a-u top
1-11 down the side.
this massive chamber goes from a-p, then forms an eastern wall 1-4 and 8-11 on p, with q-u 5-7 as an entry hallway, with doors at u5-7.
At s5 there's a tall wedding cake, with a live pair of bride and groom pixies staked to it.
At gh 4-5 stands a giantess with dark skin and smoldering dark eyes; she's not like anything common. She holds a greatsword and wears full plate, as does the fire giant groom at gh 7-8.
At e6 stands a mansized ghostly form with a greatsword identical to Graz'zt's avatar's sword from so long ago.....it's an ethereal, female form dressed in sheer silks.
At b5-7 is a throne; on it sits a fox headed woman; around her wander three drow in silk gowns, smiling, singing to the small spinning spiders that are wrapping this room up like a gossamer wonderland.
There's a sitar player next to Vimanda, and a few other desultory servants and concubines gathered nearby.
They're all staring at the door, the three with swords have weapons at the ready. Vimanda sits on her cushions, her tail lazily lolling from side to side.
"Pip, know any wedding songs?"
"So..." Altai turns to the drow. "This is where you make yourself really useful. Once we kick in the door, yell at the weavers and get them to clear the hell out of the way before I incinerate the partygoers. After all, we do want to rescue them and then trade them back to House Tormtor."
"So..." Altai turns to the drow. "This is where you make yourself really useful. Once we kick in the door, yell at the weavers and get them to clear the hell out of the way before I incinerate the partygoers. After all, we do want to rescue them and then trade them back to House Tormtor."
She's an abyssal giant....I'll whip out the book at home, give you some more info.
The drow answers Altai;
"I....don't know if that will necessarily work. They....well, they communicate directly with spiders in their minds. They....are in their own little world. They're like babies in a lot of ways. It's like being intoxicated all the time for them."
Not yet; still got a few ticks on the good weapons. I'd say 2 minutes.
The drow answers Altai;
"I....don't know if that will necessarily work. They....well, they communicate directly with spiders in their minds. They....are in their own little world. They're like babies in a lot of ways. It's like being intoxicated all the time for them."
Avner the Asshat adds; "They sure are....nice looking though...." chortles to himself.
"Pip, know any wedding songs?"
"Does an Owlbear sh!t in the woods?"
Tunes up Lucille quietly
;P
heh heh.....go Avner!!!
He doesn't say anything, just snidely considers the elven druid, and snorts in disdain a bit.
woah...the last days' worth of posts are missing.
testing....one....two...
ogay; it worx.
"Hmmmm...." Altai's face scrunches up in thought. "These giants are bad news. They are lethal in melee and just shrug off fire. The bride, if that's what she is, is probably the most dangerous one. Looks like fireballs aren't the way to go, especially with all the musicians, weavers and other bystanders. However, I do have some other tricks up my sleeve..."
“And maybe some nice soothing ointment?” Beldan asks innocently. “Look, I’m smart enough to know that I can’t dissuade this lot from mayhem. Stig? You and your new mate Claw want to get the door?”
There's a heavy door leading into the chamber...we're not on initiative....yet.
Oh yeah; gotta go find the book with the giant stats to see what the roll reveals.
"So..." Altai turns to the drow. "This is where you make yourself really useful. Once we kick in the door, yell at the weavers and get them to clear the hell out of the way before I incinerate the partygoers. After all, we do want to rescue them and then trade them back to House Tormtor."
Rare type of giant from the abyss.
They serve demons as mercenaries; can be bought with money/gems.They throw exploding rocks.
They are planar nomads. Sometimes hunt with planar hounds.
They can reshape the earth around them (when on the abyss).
Their swords deal vile wounds; only healed by magic.
They have strange tattoos that make them (dr5/adamantine).
huzzah!
"Pip, know any wedding songs?""Does an Owlbear sh!t in the woods?"
Tunes up Lucille quietly
I was thinking White Wedding would be a good tune ...
From the scrying, they definitely don't look too too flatfooted.
From the scrying, they don't look too flatfooted.
Stig: Enlarge person, Stoneskin
<Stig unlatches his 'giant rooster' codpiece to feel if all of him gets enlarged and hardened. A couple of flasks of rum fall out and clatter across the floor.>
"Sae that's whaur those went."
"Oh gods help me ..."
Oso pulls out two potions hands the first to Beldan (bardic invisibility) and the second to Stig (bardic mirror image).
"I shall fight and heal, giants are a fit enemy for Voidwand to join battle."
...to feel [it]...
That helps. It does.
Stig: Enlarge person, Stoneskin
<Stig unlatches his 'giant rooster' codpiece to feel if all of him gets enlarged and hardened. A couple of flasks of rum fall out and clatter across the floor.>
"Sae that's whaur those went."
He should check under each of his mandugs every morning for tuna sammich's.
For Tenser.
Elgan just looks askance at Stig.
He turns and says to Tenser.
"I say tenser old fellow. Civilized people are certainly odd at times."
;P