"Heh heh..." Altai's face splits into a rather smug smile. "So if I said that she's a hideous gap-toothed goblin crone with a rather well-developed beard, you would probably think that I was the crazy one, right? Elgan - what about you? What did you think she looked like?"
Elgan nods. "Ah t'ink yeh jes' 'bout cover'd it. Cept fer deh moles. She did have long, bootiful hair doh'. Twas growin' out frum undah her arms!"
Elgan grins at Altai,...
"Um... a beard?"
"Hee hee! Deaf and Blind, you can have her after me kill dad. Me no mind."
"Thas noo beard. Now me mammy, she's got e beard."
"Um... a beard?""Hee hee! Deaf and Blind, you can have her after me kill dad. Me no mind."
"Gittik...him so tuff....him no care what you say 'bout him mom."
Smeggik, enthusiastically.
"She no my mum, stupid."
<punch in the head>
"Gaaaah! Careful! Me got soft spot in me skull bone there!"
He runs and crouches behind Stiggy.
"Me just try rage you up, so you fight gooder the giants, Gittik. No hit so hard."
“Riiight … right, yeah, I knew that.” It’s finally dawned on Beldan that for some reason what he saw was not what everyone else saw. “Ha. Yeah. You know, I was just, um, buttering her up, you know, getting her on our side. Flattery you know. I wasn’t really attracted to her, c’mon … right?”
He hurriedly changes the subject. “Anyway, that looks like the place, up ahead. Looks deserted … how should we approach this?”
"Me look, she look hot. I no want say nothing make Gittik mad." (ducks behind Stiggy; clutching his leg)
"Hey Fang." Altai's weasel familiar pokes its head out of his breast pocket. "Wake up, sleepyhead. Why don't you make your way over to the tent and take a peek inside?"
He looks within. The two giants are in there, throwing some kinda dice game on the ground. They're both wearing hats made out of crocodile heads. There's a biiiig cookpot, on an open flame.
There's 5 trees inside cut down and used as pillars for the wigwam.
The giants are at...IJ5/6 and LM8/9.
Fire and pot is at GH8/9. Pillars are at gh6/7(the intersection), kl6/7, IJ 8/9, gh10/11, and kl 10/11. All pillars are about 5 feet in diameter, at the intersections of all those blocks.
You guys are on the east side; approaching generally from the southeast.
"So, here's a quick plan. We beat down the giants. Then, once the swampers show up to, um, distribute food, we attach ourselves to them and go back to their village with them. In doing so, we should be able to take Jag-Doom and his buddies by surprise. Hell, I like this plan."
"As for the giants, I'm itching to test-fire a new spell... I'll zap them with lightning; you guys will jump them once they come scrambling out of their tent."
T22 sounds good;
I guess we're waiting for Elgan to level still(?) then it's back to the old ultraviolence.
Smeggik takes position behind a sturdy tree; "this is gonna be great!!!"
Spot d.c. 10
Spot d.c. 17
Beldan looks about for a good hidden sniper position.
Elgan's SPOT roll: (1d20 11=23)
Elgan whispers to the casters,...
"Alrigh' wit' me Altee. Ah've got a lil' spell fer 'em too. Ah kin call down lightning frum deh skah. An' ah kin keep callin' down a bolt 'bout once ever' 10 heartbeats. Dat'll keep 'em busy! An' ah kin take udder forms now too. Birds. Dey'll never see meh comin' fer 'em!" He grins an impish, er,... elvish, smile.
Elgan's pointed ears stand straight up. He points to the river.
"Dat is wun BIG crocodile, chere'!" He whispers hoarsely. "Whut IS it wit' all o' duh big-@$$ animals 'roun' heah?"
"Hmmm ... think we can somehow push or trip a giant into the river?"
Beldan looks about for a good hidden sniper position.
Yeah, maybe...
Elgan's SPOT roll: (1d20 11=23)
Elgan whispers to the casters,...
"Alrigh' wit' me Altee. Ah've got a lil' spell fer 'em too. Ah kin call down lightning frum deh skah. An' ah kin keep callin' down a bolt 'bout once ever' 10 heartbeats. Dat'll keep 'em busy! An' ah kin take udder forms now too. Birds. Dey'll never see meh comin' fer 'em!" He grins an impish, er,... elvish, smile.Elgan's pointed ears stand straight up. He points to the river.
"Dat is wun BIG crocodile, chere'!" He whispers hoarsely. "Whut IS it wit' all o' duh big-@$$ animals 'roun' heah?"
IIRC, feat at 6th lvl; not @ 5th lvl; I'll check at home. (no PHB with me).
IIRC, feat at 6th lvl; not @ 5th lvl; I'll check at home. (no PHB with me).
;)
"Hmmmm... If we attack from the northwest, I can zap both with the same lightning bolt. Then, as they come running out the door, I can entangle both in a web - after that, with some luck, we'll be able to pick them off at our leisure. Perhaps Elgan could even entice the big croc to take an interest in the wrapped-up giants? How does that sound?"
"Dat soun's purty good. But Ah wooden' count too much on he'p frum deh croc. Dey's purty much loaners. An' as big as he is, iz alwuys possible dat he's a pet. We should keep hidden frum him until we strike too. Ah'll try an' talk tah it if'n he comes closer, 'twould be a shame tah have tah kill a critter tha's lived so long, but we might have ta take him on as well." He replies, thin elvish brows furrowed in concern as he looks again at the size of the crocodile.
There's a great bellowing, and words of anger and an awesome beam-trembling wrothfulness from the tent:
In Giant:
"What the hell is going on in there? We might want to get into position - no matter what all the bellowing is about, I doubt they'll keep on playing their game for too much longer."
With that, Altai starts to carefully make his way around the huge tent.
Right on; everybody go ahead and call positions, and move silently and hide and all that; still waiting for Elgan to level up and we can get this party started right.
Beldan creeps over to J17 between the hanging racks of dead crocs, silent as a ghost to assess how best to climb them, and wether they are wide enough at the top to stand or crouch up there and use a crossbow.
The crocs are heavy bags of meat, and the derricks that hang them are standing well and good. They were driven deep into the wet sucking mud by mightier thews than yours. You could stand on them; it's balance beam wide, or you could climb up on them easy enough (climb 10) and perch on them sitting like a horse if you wanted to. They're about 10 feet tall, to accomodate the hanging crocodiles.
It's also very nauseatingly rancid there. Big fat flies the size of bumblebees are all about. You feel a cruel sting, on the back of your neck. You swat and smash the viscious fly; you look at your hand and it's painted the entire palm with your blood which it tried to abscond with.
I hope I have this right....MAP
Riese casts alter self to look like a lizardfolk. He is in VW/22-23.
1d20 8=16 spot
"That is one big log there. Oh a Croc you say? Are you sure it isn't an alligator? There is a subtle difference you know...."
Stig waddles.
Tenser follows Stig discreetly.
Beldan swats at the flies. Bugger this, he thinks. I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep my guts in, let alone balance up there with all these flies around.
He’ll creep back to P18 and hide behind the tree there.
He loads his crossbow.
Atai carefully makes his way towards the bellowing bigguns. "I'm ready, everybody. Just wave, and they'll never know what hit them."
I hope I have this right....MAP
Riese casts alter self to look like a lizardfolk. He is in VW/22-23.
1d20 8=16 spot
"That is one big log there. Oh a Croc you say? Are you sure it isn't an alligator? There is a subtle difference you know...."
That's perfect, Fakey!
Altai; yes, the mage armor is still in effect.
Gittik moves over towards Beldan's position, but then trips on a root under the water and curses loudly in Goblin. He then splashes over to Belden and forgets to actually conceal himself, still annoyed about his fall.
At that, the croc fully submerges. He now swimskulks under the murky cover of the slowly moving river.
The wood elf closes his eyes and shakes his head with a small sigh at Gittik's antics. Noting the crocodile submerge, he purses his lips in a small frown.
"It a wundah dat deh fores' hadn' et yah all yet." HE murmurs with a smirk. He narrows his eyes in concentration, and shimmers in a familiar way. Instead of the familiar hunting cat, there is now a smaller (but still large!) predatory bird, looking like a giant hawk. With a wink, the avian/druid launches into the air. He climbs, circles the tent twice, then dives and with a swoop lands in a tree. Those who kept track of him see him shimmer once more into an elf, pull out his bow, and take ahold of his wooden amulet.
Elgan's HIDE roll in the tree: (1d20 2=19)
;)
sweet....
Gittik gave up the gig....
with a bellowing start, the giants are up in their tent.
goblin:
Initiative. If you guys beat a 10, it's your go.
Also, Altai can pop his shockergun, so if you want to be in the way of that, it can be retconned that he popped it off before you ran up or whatnot. They stood, unlimbered goblinsquashing accoutrements, but didn't move yet.
Oh, and Beldan is up there on that thing if he wants to be.
(edit)nevermind; he's behind a tree.
With a excited grin, Altai unleashes the lightning bolt.
Krakow! Doom! Lightning strikes, and thunder drums the area.
The giants bellow in pain and fury.
Sounds like both of them. Now, their utterances make sense in no language but the universal language of mindless violence.
At the sound of the giants bellowing, Elgan hastily begins his own enchantment, whispering in what sounds like thunderclouds having an argument. With the charm finished, a small thundercloud forms over the general area of the tent,...
First bolt goes off in round two on Elgan's turn. A miniature thunderhead forms above the wigwam, mingling with the high branches of the trees. It is ominous, and an eerie chill proceeds from its shadow.
The wind whips up.
LOL! Unless it's too brokeny, I don't give a shite.
Yeah, go for it.
Lemme see where the link is so I can laugh some more.