the tiger falls to the last, cruelest cut.
Pip strums Lucille from his high perch
"Only thing scary 'bout you is yer face,
Scaring little children all over the place!
Looks like your neck threw up on you,
Cause your face looks like congealing spew!"
The blonde girl for the nonce, ceases her bludgeoning of Elgan; stops, cocks her head oddly to the side and stares at Pip's performance with a puzzled look on her face.
"Those are nice sounds," she says rather oddly.
Loox like Gittik; Elgan; Oso are up to bat.
Pip hears the blonde's odd comments and gives her a small bow. He attempts to perform a few of the chords he learned from his eladrin teachers
The tiger hits Gittik with one swatting claw and bites him; Gittik takes 27 h.p. in damage.
"AAAAAAAAAARGH!! THAT REALLY HURT!"
Pip hears the blonde's odd comments and gives her a small bow. He attempts to perform a few of the chords he learned from his eladrin teachers
1d20+18
She starts dancing, though rather galumphishly; a look of bliss washes over her lovely face.
Gittik is damaging the babau now. It should be dead, but it's unearthly nature sloughs his kukris easy; though with two crits Gittik's at least hitting the right places--spleen...femoral artery....pumping turgid gooey greenish blood....
need a reflex, d.c. 18 save for each of Gittik's blades or they take 5 h.p. in damage from the acidic goo coating the babau.
The g5 babau is almost smoked.
Oso; Elgan up to bat.
Realising he is in trouble and bleeding badly, the priest sees Gittik get ripped up too by the tiger, then he wills Kelanen's holy power to heal and heal all around.
I will look into it.
(edit) pfsrd says they get a bonus of 2+half caster level; let's say a +7 bonus for s~&&s and giggles; Oso can retcon his damage as well.
That 10 hp per plus sounds groovy as well.
I didn't mean for the babau's to be more than an annoyance really.
Elgan's up.
Elgan gasps gratefully for air as the small, strange, blond ceases her pummeling to listen to the music.
"ow?" He manages to gasp through his quickly purpling bruises. He's pretty sure that he has some cracked or broken ribs too. The energy of Oso's prayer washes over him like a cool summer shower. He breathes a little easier.
The elf shifts slightly away from the small, dangerous, blond woman, to get out of her immediate reach, then uses his magically enhanced speed to hurl himself off of the roof, shimmering into a hawk once more as he does so. As he climbs for altitude, he painfully screeches a prayer that brings a healing breeze to his aid.
Ape is up; he's right next to a babau, fighting Oso. Then them....
Anybody wanna attack for the ape, go ahead I reckon; I don't think Elgan'll be back for a few hours.
He's flanking;
he hits, but can't seem to damage the oily thing. His fists burn under the slime of the babau, and the ape lets out a raucous howl.
Gittik's foe claws him once for 8 h.p.
Oso's foe misses.....armor and speed making him nigh untouchable.
A giant wasp the size of a big dog appears on or about Elgan, stinging, stinging, but missing the nimble hasted birdelf.
And the chanting continues in the barbershop as Altai plays a game of hide-and-seek for all the marbles.
Group's attack!
"BLEEEEEEEEEEAAARGH!!!"
Realising that he can't see Thatcher, Altai goes for the easy solution.
Gittik drops one babau at least
(SHEEEESH! CR5?)
I'll check how bad teh udder one's hurt; I know it's not down.
You kilt the first one; got a nice crit in on the second one.
Realising that he can't see Thatcher, Altai goes for the easy solution.
You hear screams, a man's scream though it is soprano......then, you hear nothing but burning stuff.....yknow, wood popping and what not.
No more summoning/chanting.
Oso; Elgan; Pip; Beldan left...
Now he stabs it hard, quickly under the effects of the haste spell with his rapier, hoping he can find vital organs on this unworldly creature.
"Take that, biatch."
His rapier goes hard into the last of the slimy babaus' black black heart. It falls, and is no more.
All is silent, in the house, and without as well but for Pip's music.
Combat ends.
Exp. forthcoming.
"Whoa ... Hamfist is one ugly sucker, isn't he? Hey, who's that lady up there?"
Altai shrugs off his invisibility spell as he walks out the front door, careful not to startle Gittik or Oso. "I'd guess that would be Thatcher's 'pretty girl' companion. I have no idea whatsoever who, or even what she is. However, Pip seems to have things under control right now."
5,600 exp each.
equipment....
2 +1 rapier
2 +1 leather armor
2 +2 buckler
2 +1 ring of protection
2 +1 bastard swords
2 +1 studded leather armor
2 mwork comp shortbows str 16
40 +1 arrows
+2 wounding flail
+2 bracers of armor
Hamfist's lodging--there's a chest; 25,000 g.p. therein.
Have at it!
You're in town; so there's time to buy stuff.
On Hamfist's desk there's a ledger; the last entry (for yesterday) reads
1 witchwarden dagger traded to Haskar, a Kenku, for
2,000 g.p., and interest, and an interesting spider.....
spider given to Zever for identification purposes.
She backs up a little bit from Pip, but seems enchanted (figuratively) by his tunes.
You search, but the heart does not seem to be there.
Hamfist apparently wouldn't one to leave such things go to waste.
Tatcher....isn't there.
The warehouse is filled with crates and barrels of salable commodities; liquor, preserved foodstuffs, ship supplies; then there's trade goods from abroad; various odds and ends.
Loooooooot!
Sellers:
2 +1 rapier - sell both for 2370 gp
2 +1 leather armor - sell for 610 gp
+2 bracers of armor - sell for 2000 gp
2 +1 studded leather armor - sell both for 1180 gp
40 +1 arrows - sell for 900 gp
2 mwork comp shortbows str 16 - sell both for 675 gp
+2 wounding flail - great weapon, but probably won't be used. Sell for 16160 gp
Keepers:
2 +2 buckler - to Beldan and Oso?
2 +1 bastard swords - Oso sacrifices them to Kelanen
2 +1 ring of protection - who needs one?
Hamfist's lodging--there's a chest; 25,000 g.p. therein.
From the church of Kord: 6000 gp in gems
From the fight with Xever and his ratty guards
Keitel had full plate, a +2 spiked chain - sell for a total of 4930 gp
Buscemi's had four +1 rapiers - sell all for a total of 4740 gp
Total of 8,000 g.p. in coin as well.
Money:
25000+23895+4930+4740+8000=66565/6=11094 gold, 1 silver and 7 copper each. No money for Riese or Stigwold, as they've been out for a couple of months now.
In addition we have all the magical crap we took from Xever's lab. These are to be returned to the constabulary.
The girl is still there, smiling at Pip's strummings.
Oso almost collapses under the fatigue of combat and lost spells. He looks around at the rest and wearily begins healing with one of his wands.
"I is gonna save most of them healing blasts just in case Hamfist is lower on the food chain than the top and we get a visit in the night."
The blood stops flowing. You notice, though, sharks in the water, under the docks, now drawn by the spoor and gore of battle, their fins cutting the surface, searching for a morsel.
"Might as well keep the fish happy... Also, it'll prevent any blowback, be it from reanimation or that creepy speak with the dead thing." Altai kicks a dead guy into the water.
Digested men tell no tales.
"I don't like that Hamfist seems to have a side business selling Witchwarden knives. Where the hell did he get this one from?" Altai reads the journal entry out loud. "There's so many things wrong with this. What if the damned bird-man has more of those spiders?"
About the time this is all wrapping up, three men in mail and the tabard of the Shadowshore Watch roll up on you, followed by a fourth exquisitely dressed fop with a badge; he's on a fine riding horse with brass trimmings on it's tack.
He rides haughtily up to you all, sneers at Gittik spattered in the gore from a babau,.....
"Yerrs,.....I am Deputy Carpoth, of the Shadowshore watch. Gentlemen, I see that you've disrupted Hamfist's operations,....."
Know: local dc 15
"You are a most perceptive man, Deputy."
"yerrs....be that as it may,....to whom do I have the pleasure of speaking? What are your motives here; I don't really care about the nature of your spat with Hamfist. These things happen in this, the best of all possible worlds. People.....er....(looks at Hamfist's trundled up, demonic corpus) have disagreements.
However, in the interest of keeping the general peace, certain.....deals must be acknowledged....adhered to.....
if one was of a mind toward taking over a certain Late Mr. Hamfist's obligations."
Altai presents himself as Worvul Krexin. "Obligations? Please do elaborate, Deputy; I assume you are not referrig to his entreprenurial efforts in the hairdressing sector."
"Worvul Krexin.....
are you his man?
I didn't know he was interested in business on the down and down....Very well....I'll take that warehouse full of goods off of your hands. You don't look like you need to be in the business of moving it...I'm doing us both a favor really.
Also, if you're of an inclination to move in and fill Hamfist's void, the standard rate is 20% of earnings. I'll send a man around to talk to you about it later, a burly man name of Deputy Farris.....if you're interested in filling Hamfist's void.
Yes, right now, we'll have to cordon off these premises. Process evidence....that sort of drivel."
"Ah has sum evidence 'e kin process,... right cheer, chere'." Elgan mutters to those standing closest to him. He flexes his fingers, which looked clawed for a moment. Clearly he has taken a dislike to this pompous windbag,...