Altai Iscarni |
dungeonmaster heathy wrote:Stigwold Mæch'Hæmmær wrote:Hnoss plops down next to Stiggy:..."what are we drinking?"
<...drinking.>"White fayre. Et's local. 'elp yourself. Warms ye right up."
<Hands her a flagon from his haversack.>
*helps himself to a swig*
"So, Hnoss, what would our trollish friend want with you?"
dungeonmaster heathy |
[ooc]I gotta crash; gotta get up waaaaay to early tomorrow morning.
ALZO, I gotta build whatever's next (mwahahaha!) which I just figured out today at work.
so that'll need to be done tomorrow night, so I might not be as frenetic a poster on the game thread tomorrow, since I need to build something...
also on call Fri/Sat/Sunday(Halloween *snif)
so don't know if I'll be around much or not;
but I need a day or two to slap something together anyways.
Thought I'd get to it tonite; ended up running a chase scene.....
dungeonmaster heathy |
Stigwold Mæch'Hæmmær wrote:dungeonmaster heathy wrote:Stigwold Mæch'Hæmmær wrote:Hnoss plops down next to Stiggy:..."what are we drinking?"
<...drinking.>"White fayre. Et's local. 'elp yourself. Warms ye right up."
<Hands her a flagon from his haversack.>
*helps himself to a swig*
"So, Hnoss, what would our trollish friend want with you?"
She looks down at herself, looks at you; laughs.
Elgan Dreadwood |
Ok, it's pretty bad when I can't decipher what Elgan's supposed to be saying! ;)
Elgan wanders around the area, examining the nature while others recoup and chat. He wanders over to their giant guide.
"Say dere chere'. Dat dere' gi-ant owlbeah we sawr, iz dat normal roun' heah? Ah mean, ah knowz dat dey grow big, and ah'm shewwer dat dey groow'm big roun' heah, but dat wuz,... BIG!"
dungeonmaster heathy |
Ok, it's pretty bad when I can't decipher what Elgan's supposed to be saying! ;)
Elgan wanders around the area, examining the nature while others recoup and chat. He wanders over to their giant guide.
"Say dere chere'. Dat dere' gi-ant owlbeah we sawr, iz dat normal roun' heah? Ah mean, ah knowz dat dey grow big, and ah'm shewwer dat dey groow'm big roun' heah, but dat wuz,... BIG!"
HOONOW! DAH! HOOEEE!
bad cajun....
Gjetost answers; "that was just a cub..." in a convincing granite monotone....rock giant. ultimate straight guy.
"I'm joking. I've seen bigger, but...yeah. that's about the norm.
wow; your owlbears must be kitty cats.
and the trolls are all stupid.....what an odd world you come from."
dungeonmaster heathy |
Then Gjetost gets serious.
"Night falls soon. Two hours....We should bivouac sooner than later."
A Possible Choice: there's a slight rise you spot two hundred yards north westish.
It's 50 feet higher than the surrounding land, with a sheer drop on the south; an easier slope on the north; the apex is about 100 feet long east to west, 25 feet wide level ground north to south betwixt the drop and the beginning of the slope to the north.
At the base of the drop is a frozen bog pond; it connects with the river you just fought on; it's say 50 feet by 50 feet and the river fed into it from a carved channel from the northwest.
Where you wanna set up camp; and what are your logistics?....
Elgan Dreadwood |
You know, playing a druid, I SHOULD be able to do something useful, even here in another plane,... Set wards, entangle bomb traps,... something! ;P
Elgan, (the former ultimate straight man), looks hard at Gjetost. He gives a small gulp, but otherwise his expression doesn't change.
"Yep. Kitty cats. Dat's whut ah aluus call'em. A'll jes go see 'bout hel'pin wit settin' up camp now,..."
Elgan Dreadwood |
Logistics: the wizard casting Leomund's secure shelter, specially prepared for situations like this. That should get us a good night's sleep.
"Or, well, yeah,... Dat'll wurk tew,..." Elgan mumbles in awe as Altai casts his shelter spell. The druid nonchalantly drops the branches he was carrying and surreptitiously kicks them to the side out of sight.
dungeonmaster heathy |
Any other contingencies/plans/etc?
Anybody on watch?
Do you wanna put the shelter on a hill, or just in the woods?
Oh; fun......I got home and then got called in on call, so I'll be gone for the next four hours at least. I'm really sore and tired, so I'll prolly call it a night.
On call all weekend too; don't know how much I'll be around cos it's Halloween and I figure many of you guys will be celebrating anyhow's...
Altai Iscarni |
Well, the Secure shelter creates a kinda cramped stone hut. It is resistant to attacks and won't burn. Beyond that, we need to cook our own food, heat the hut, set a watch etc.
"The spell is extremely useful, but the hut is neither invisible nor impervious to attacks. It should be erected somewhere relatively safe."
If we put in on the hilltop, we'll be in a defensible position, but it will also be easy to see. So I lean towards setting it up in the gnarliest thicket we can find - if nobody can find it, we won't have to defend it at all. Two people on watch at all times, using our two sets of Goggles of night.
dungeonmaster heathy |
You find a thicket; it's full of youngish, 1 foot diameter trees. The snow's beat down all the underbrush. You can walk through this ground at normal speed; can't move double speed without a d.c. 10 acrobatics check. Running.....forget about it. It's a good 200 feet by 200 feet of really hard to move through ground. Choose your spot to erect your secure shelter. Tell me if you think this sounds cool to set up or not. Snowdrifts; about 2-3 foot tall, moguls....
Who's on watch first?
and....where the watchers are.
Inside? Outside? If outside, I need distance from the shelter, or on the roof of the shelter; that sorta thing.
Altai Iscarni |
I like the sound of that. We'll put the shelter up in the middle of the thicket. Guard schedule, two hour shifts: Altai and Stig/Pip and Gjetost/Beldan and Hnoss, then Elgan and Altai/Stig and Pip etc. Claw is always on guard next to the door.
I was thinking that we'll keep everybody inside the hut. Walking around outside seems a bit too dangerous. I'll memorise an Alarm spell so that we'll have a better security system for the next night and onwards.
dungeonmaster heathy |
Right on.
The two on first shift, Altai and Stiggy about 1/2 hour after your shift begins.....
Perception zero: the first thing you notice is a solitary howling wolf far off.
Then another.
Another joins the chorus every two minutes, until, 10 minutes later the night is tranformed into a world of darkness and wolfsong.
The cheeldrin off the night.....they are singink....
it goes on for about half an hour,.....and
what are you doing, if anything?
me, I'm crashing IRL. week from hell, two more days of call; I got nothing left. See you guys later.
Altai Iscarni |
Altai puts down his tea mug and spellbook as the howling gains in strength. "Uh, Stig... While wolves don't really worry me much as long as we're inside a solid structure like this, I still think this is weird. Maybe we should ask one of the locals what's going on?" Altai nods at the sleeping forms of Gjetost and Hnoss. "Or maybe I should get that scrying spell going first?"
dungeonmaster heathy |
Then they're all howling and baying.
EVERYBODY'S awake if they're not allready.
cept for Stiggy.
He don't wake up that easy.
But he's on guard duty, so he's awake.
At this point, I gotta wait; see if anybody else wants to do anything or whatever.
Hnoss stirs; starts armoring up.
"Nobody look!" she says; grinning.
anybody who looks, make a d.c. 20 wil save.
if not, AND you're heterosexual or um bi,
Pendobar 'Pip' Bushytoe |
Guh, so behind. I burn a few cure spells and such to get back up to snuff on hitpoints
Will save: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 18
Pip begins bawling and strumming Lucille in a twangy fashion
"What hurts the most
Was being so close
And havin' so much to say
And watchin' you walk away
And never knowin'
What could've been
And not seein' that lovin' you
Is what I was tryin' to do"
CLW SPELLS:
1d8 + 12 ⇒ (1) + 12 = 131d8 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 12 = 171d8 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 12 = 171d8 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 12 = 17
I can get anyone else who neeeds a bump, just holler
Stigwold Mæch'Hæmmær |
Altai puts down his tea mug and spellbook as the howling gains in strength. "Uh, Stig... While wolves don't really worry me much as long as we're inside a solid structure like this, I still think this is weird. Maybe we should ask one of the locals what's going on?" Altai nods at the sleeping forms of Gjetost and Hnoss. "Or maybe I should get that scrying spell going first?"
"Mebbe they wanna wee swig ay white fayre."
<Stig downs another flagon of grain alcohol.>
Beldan Vale |
“Godsdamnit, if everyone else is looking, I’m looking,” whispers Beldan, sneaking a look from the shadows. Stealth: 1d20 + 33 ⇒ (9) + 33 = 42, Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15
~sniff~ “She’s not thin and frail,” Beldan whispers fiercely. (quiet sob) “She’s slim and beautiful like … a nymph … or a … tree … or a high class prostitute …” ~sniff~ “And don’t you talk about her that way, don't you dare put that picture in my head Stig, oh gods …” (sobs into his hands). "She's too beautiful to sully with sex ..."
Beldan soon calms down, pulled back to reality by the howling of giant wolves at the door.
dungeonmaster heathy |
[ooc]They're just milling about, circling the cabin. They haven't formed up in any sort of Special Ops form-a-perimeter-cover-the-insertion-team sort of way.[ooc]
Your....gut feeling, though: you can't really place your finger on it, but this seems like....they're trying to "act natural" somehow. Something tells you that there's more to this than a pack of dumb wolves. It's.....too nice. Altogether too f~&!ing convenient.
THAT'S your gut feeling.
dungeonmaster heathy |
One of the wolves backs up to 5 feet away when the elf opens the shutter a bit. The rest back around either side of the house and watch the (brave?) one. Altai can see them. They look like they're getting away from view of the window.
The (brave?) one sits before Elgan; says "good evening!" in wolfspeak. "I say,...do you happen to have any food? I'm oh so hungry, boss."
dungeonmaster heathy |
"Yeah. Hey; you guys....back off!
Sorry; they're kinda goofy."
the majority of them slink off; one stays along with the talking guy.
Hnoss: "they're pack predators. They'll attack men...."
Gjetost: "I don't think they're too bad. They've always left me alone.
Hmmm....those are big though. I've heard of bigger....I don't know if they'd mess with me or not."
Elgan Dreadwood |
Trick or treating was fun!
Elgan smiles at the wolf outside. He growls, snarls and woofs,...
Wolfspeak
"Hail big brother! This structure was constructed by magic, it will be gone when we leave, leaving your land untouched."
"Well, if it is food you are after, I am sure that we can probably spare some of ours. Indeed I would be honored to do so. But tell me Big Brother, is the hunting not good around here? Surely such a magnificent pack such as yourselves should have no problem filling your packs bellies??"
He asks.