Woah; you usually make those...
"Argh!"
<Stig waddles off into the snow after the ranged assailant confident that his mass will provide him the traction he needs. He puts the hammer to anything that turns up.>
Alas,.....fakey.....irl.....mnaaaar!
<Stig waddles off into the snow after the ranged assailant confident that his mass will provide him the traction he needs. He puts the hammer to anything that turns up.>
1d20+3+20
2d6+24+3
Stig advaunces to e5; finds the chraal's battleship, and whacks the bastard once but good; it's still up. Hnoss backs up a little; bursts Elgan, Gjetost, and Stigg, with her jesus bomb;
h.p. healed.
Pip, Gjetost, Altai, Claw, Elgan, and then Beldan.
Claw steps towards the chraal, his punch sailing just over Stig's head.
Gjetost runs towards the sound of clanging and yelling.
In the back of the head.....
The two gigantoes beat the chraal pretty heinously; it's almost deaded.
Pip; Altai; Elgan; Beldan up.
Cursing and mumbling under his breath, Altai runs out of the shelter towards the sound of battle. Bumping off Claw and then Hnoss and Stig, he stumbles into the remaining chraal, which he promptly blasts with fire.
Altai finishes the last chraal with his flame throwering.
Exp 4,300 each.
It blows up, but I aint worried about it.
Hnoss pops jesus bombs, until everybody is at maximum.
Beldan stumbles back to the shelter, teeth chattering and fingers half numb despite the endure element’s spell. Nods in thanks for Hnoss’s healing, then stands about, hands tucked under armpits, braced against the wind.
"Blah. This is going to be a long, cold night, especially as I lost the sheltering formula. Well, at least I can help a bit with our space problems..."
All they had were these 4 nonmagical iron spiked clubs, glazed over with ice.
And some Pez.
Altai's able to dig out a decent cave shelter; Gjetost ventures out with Claw, tying a rope back to base camp, and is able to rummage up some detritus and newly hewn logs for fire.
"The sirocco helped a little," he tells Altai.
He breaks out his flints, and makes it burn.
"I'm okay. But the rest of you need the warmness...."
he looks like a kid, tapping away to make the fire; you can tell he enjoys it.
"I need to rethink my spell choices, especially if these carbuncle-brained flumph-molesters are going to keep throwing summoned beasts at us." Altai stretches out as much as he can by the crackling fire and digs out his spellbook.
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Vilya:
Then the darkness falls, and you smell smoke; it's coming from a little ways to the east...
"I'm okay. But the rest of you need the warmness...."
he looks like a kid, tapping away to make the fire; you can tell he enjoys it.
"Aw Ah need is thes reit haur."
<Stig lays down with his arm over the keg of frost giant vodka and taps a mug.>
Spoiler:the orc made it look easy; the damp wood won't catch. You start getting really cold. Then you don't feel cold any more, but your feet feel tingly and stabby when you step with them. Then the darkness falls, and you smell smoke; it's coming from a little ways to the east...
The sun sets for the main group.....with a warm fire going, though, the blizzard outside soon becomes a mesmerizing, strangely comforting drone; and most fall asleep except for whoever is on watch.
And their humdrum chore is interrupted by a little black cat who strolls in and sits by the fire.
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Vilya:
You see four lovely raven haired maids, in smart noble ladys' riding jackets and breeks; they seem to have a pig roasting on a spit.
They drink wine from crystal goblets as they cook their food.
It's ever so inviting a scene.
And their humdrum chore is interrupted by a little black cat who strolls in and sits by the fire.
It allows you to detect...it is powerful.
It's not really spying though. It's strolled up, and warmed itsself by the fire.
"Greetings," the cat says, totally understandable. "I was....called here by some trolls. But, I don't really like them; and I don't feel the urge to heed their counsel. I'm a curious little cat, however; why do they bid me slay you and your gang?
Logic: I've snuck into your camp. Some of yours sleep. Most are unguarded from my fangs.
I could maim your group hard, and yet I do not. This is because I sense you have it within your power to obliterate me.
This is a standoff, and as such I choose to be a chatty kitty....."
This is a standoff, and as such I choose to be a chatty kitty....."
Pip cracks an eye and strums his geetar
"Pussy-cat, Pussy-cat where have you been?
I've been to Asgard to look at the Queen.
Pussy-cat, Pussy-cat, what did you there?
I frightened an ugly troll under a chair."
Perform (Diplomacy):
She rubs up against Pip's leg and purrs.
"Thankyou, the humor helps. I do so dispise this plane..."
She rubs up against Pip's leg and purrs.
"Thankyou, the humor helps. I do so dispise this plane..."
Pip strokes the cat's fur gently
"You're welcome. Humor is my strong point. And this place is awfully cold and humorless. But there is good beer to be had .."
Beldan cracks an eye open. Altai and Pip are talking to a cat. Oh well, at least someone around here is getting some p-
Before he can complete the thought he’s back asleep, dreaming of p ... pleasant things.
"Ah, good afternoon... cat. Say, what do you want to be addressed as? Surely not just 'cat'?" Altai scratches his head in bewilderment. "Those damned trolls really seem to have a grudge against us, don't they?"
"Cat will suffice, as there are no other felids in the room. I'll know whom you address.
So what did you do to the trolls to start this flamewar?"
"Cat will suffice, as there are no other felids in the room. I'll know whom you address.
So what did you do to the trolls to start this flamewar?"
"Argued that they were sub-optimal in their melee choices."
"Cat will suffice, as there are no other felids in the room. I'll know whom you address.
So what did you do to the trolls to start this flamewar?"
<Stig grabs Tenser's collar...>
"Nae Tenser."
"gGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"
<Stig grabs Tenser's collar...>
"Nae Tenser."
"Rase ritty?"
"Nae. Somethin' isnae reit abit it."
Beldan rolls over, bleary eyed. “Tenser, shhhh. Bad dog. I was right in the middle of a dream about – oh. Altai and Pip really are talking to a cat.” He sits up amongst his blankets and looks around. “I thought that was Elgan’s schtick.”
"gGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"
Hissssssssss!
"On our way somewhere else, we were ambushed by a trollish wizard. We killed said troll and his undead henchmen. Then, someone claiming to represent the troll's extended family demanded reparations. We told this troll to go f#%# itself. And since then we've been inundated with summoned monsters, all of which we have killed."
"So, if we may return to you. Has this trollish cabal put a magical compulsion on you to attack and destroy us, or have they merely asked you to do them a favour? Because if we are on the favour-exchanging level, we could probably off you something fairly interesting too."
“Um ... the cat’s going to destroy us? Oh right, I’m still dreaming after all.”
Spoiler:you come upon a clearing; plenty of cover available amongst the trees and moguls of the forest for the sneaky snarky one.You see four lovely raven haired maids, in smart noble ladies' riding jackets and breeks; they seem to have a pig roasting on a spit.
They drink wine from crystal goblets as they cook their food.It's ever so inviting a scene.
Vilya begins to try as hard as she can to convince herself that the four women are an illusion.
"Argued that they were sub-optimal in their melee choices."
ROFL
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Vilya:
Vilya:
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"On our way somewhere else, we were ambushed by a trollish wizard. We killed said troll and his undead henchmen. Then, someone claiming to represent the troll's extended family demanded reparations. We told this troll to go f&*! itself. And since then we've been inundated with summoned monsters, all of which we have killed."
"So, if we may return to you. Has this trollish cabal put a magical compulsion on you to attack and destroy us, or have they merely asked you to do them a favour? Because if we are on the favour-exchanging level, we could probably off you something fairly interesting too."
"They tried; they bargained, then they tried through compulsion....their logic seemed flawed, though. I don't particularly relish the thought of fighting you all and losing.
So, I bluffed them, lied, said I'd do you all in for them.....and now I'm stuck in Asgard. I don't think I'll win against you, and I don't think they'll return me to the Web.Um,......what do you have to offer me, though; everything in the multiverse is negotiable."
** spoiler omitted **Vilya:
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Vilya:
"...sisters!...." she points. The other three look, smile,
one says,
"Oh,....dear child....you look a fright. Come, warm your poor self by our fire."
Another;
"would you care for some mulled wine?"
"Argued that they were sub-optimal in their melee choices."ROFL
Epic LULZ....
“Um ... the cat’s going to destroy us? Oh right, I’m still dreaming after all.”
She hops up on Beldan's chest; does that purring thing cats do...
"We are not staying here forever - indeed, we are undertaking a quest, and once that's done, we leave this plane altogether. And we'll bring you with us if you behave. And if tell us your name, of course."