I'm gonna be forty next month. When am I going to grow up.
40's the new 30. And 30 is the new 20. No need to grow up.
She swats his weapon aside with one flailing dug.
Stig steps toward them (wherever) and digs in with the adamantine waraxe: 1d20+6=19, 1d10+19=29
If it's a kill then cleave: 1d20+6=15, 1d10+19=20
(a little bit of dramatic licence...)
Stiggy starts wailing over and over with the axe, and (49 hit points worth of ) lizardman after lizardman falls as he cuts a bloody swath into their host.
I reckon Stiggy to be at D4.
They look hard harried.
Adamantine implants.She swats his weapon aside with one flailing dug.
Adamantine implants.She swats his weapon aside with one flailing dug.
What a weirdo!
Looks like Riese; Oso; and Pip are left to attack the gob of lizardmen and their undead ChickenLady guardbeasts.
Oso flies back with Tensor and drops him at the back with a pat, before trying again to turn the undead chickenladies.
"Kelanen show them what true divine power is!"
Oso flies back with Tensor and drops him at the back with a pat, before trying again to turn the undead chickenladies.
<Tenser licks Oso all the way up.>
"Dat aint fur lickin'!!" struggles Oso.
Pip is cruelly throttled by the two femur-wielding harpys at e4 and f5.
He takes 8 h.p. in damage.
Pip, wishing he'd one last Glitterdust left, attacks the harpy again at F5
His flailing blow fails to land
I'm gonna be forty next month. When am I going to grow up.
Elgan Hawk flaps overhead, shaking his avian head in sadness at some of his compatriots attempts at dispatching the undead Harpies,... and then there's the Stiggyblimp of quizinartness, and his pet, Gittik the devourer. Elgan flaps, looking for a breeze to hold his position and concentrates on his lil' ball o' warm-luvin'.
Gittik is in D3. The harpis in D1, D2 and E4 are all down.
DM Heathy
Waiting on Riese....he been around?
That map's cool all them lizardmen...
Waiting on Riese....he been around?
*bump*
*bump?*
sounds good.
Riese's flame power goes off, burning some more of the enemy.
The two harpys miss.
The lizardmen surge forward, now encompassing squares e1, f1, e2, f2, a3-d3, a4-f4;
Beldan takes 24 in damage.
Gittik takes 18 in damage.
Altai takes 14 in damage.
Stiggy takes 17 in damage.
Pip takes 16 in damage.
The lizardmen are everywhere, stabbing, smashing,...fighting tooth and nail. A mob of many arms and spears and clubs...
Round 6.
Need a d.c. 16 concentration check....
Need a d.c. 16 concentration check....
As Pip begins to cast a healing spell upon himself a lizardman buffets him off balance.
Riese steps away from the lizardman horde before blasting them agai.
Altai runs out of the scrum of lizardmen, covering his head.
Riese is able to fry a couple more of them. They really look like s&#$ now.
Oh, and Oso isable to land at c3, and smack the crap out of a few of them.
As Altai runs through the gauntlet this one lizardman drags himself after the mage , leaving a long streak of blood and charred flesh behind him. He expires at e7, with his claws at Altai's feet...
Waraxe, 2H PA #1: 1d20+6=15, 1d10+17=26
Waraxe, 2H PA #2: 1d20+1=3, 1d10+17=18
<Stiggy begins to struggle under the combined mass of his beergut and the lizard mob.>
Stiggy lays into them hard, and after his hewing, there's not a lizardman standing in the place that wants to face you.
His cleave takes out the harpy in c5, separating her head from the rest of her.
The only thing standing that wants to fight is the harpy at f5, menacing poor wounded pip.
"Haha! Take that!" Altai bravely mocks the dead lizardman.
Elgan screeches in warning as the horde moves forward toward his embattled allies,... too late. They are almost engulfed by the tide of scaly-skinned reptilians that slithers forward like some kind of prehistoric serpent.
Beating his wings to stay in place, the druid-hawk concentrates to bring the ball of fire rolling back towards teh front of the small horde, trying to get it in between the lizards and his friends.
EDIT- Elgan sends the ball after the HArpy that dares to pick on a poor, defenseless, injured, and very musically creative rhyming-wise Hobniz!
Elgan screeches in warning as the horde moves forward toward his embattled allies,... too late. They are almost engulfed by the tide of scaly-skinned reptilians that slithers forward like some kind of prehistoric serpent.
Beating his wings to stay in place, the druid-hawk concentrates to bring the ball of fire rolling back towards teh front of the small horde, trying to get it in between the lizards and his friends.
EDIT- Elgan sends the ball after the HArpy that dares to pick on a poor, defenseless, injured, and very musically creative rhyming-wise Hobniz!
The final harpy falls.
End of combat
1,012 exp each.....EVERYBODY CAN GO AHEAD AND LEVEL!
Oso and Pip; I'm assuming you might have started a few exp behind the rest of the guys, but I'll just go ahead and say you crested the next level here.
There's about 5 or 6 unscathed lizardmen standing about; they surrender weapons.
R. OF. LMA. TF. O.
Altai turns to the remaining lizardmen. "Which way to Sakatha? Who guards him?"
The lizard man points at the door they came through to the south.
"Through there. More of our folk, but they will not fight you. They won't fight anymore.
I should have listened to them....
Then through another door, and down some stairs. He's down there somewhere.
This is the Tree of the Three Hool Hags. They, and his wife will guard him.
His wife....looks like you folk, but....she has horns on her head. And wings."
"...His wife....looks like you folk, but....she has horns on her head. And wings."
"Huir uv a braw, 'en we will hae somethin' tae pit oan th' wall back at th' pub."
"Multiple hags. Fantastic." Altai makes a sour face. "Remember the hag we faced in the portal house? Now there's three more. And some sort of demon."
He shakes his head. "We can't trust anyone in here, as they can all assume human form. We'll need to kill anything that moves and ask questions later, if at all."
"Dat hag. Wot it be doing to hurt ma main man, Pip, and me? Sounds like ma granny."
Oso quickly assesses the wounds on people.
"Prince, give dem some healin' love."
"I say, time to rest. No way I can take that undead and his family. Gonna be fresh out of healing soon too. I can call for the Prince again and this place is bad juju and dem vampires gots the sign over me," he sighs.
Beldan gets pretty beaten around by the horde of lizardmen, unable to fend them off in such great numbers. He’s honestly beginning to fear for his life before Stiggy and the others manage to beat them back.
The battle over, he slumps to the floor, head bowed, the heel of his hands over his eyes, and just sits for a moment, looking up and nodding gratefully at Oso as the healing energy flows through him.
“I don’t know,” he says, when the talk turns to how to proceed. “I’m all for being cautious and re-grouping – but if we get the chance to, so do they. At the moment we’ve kind of got the advantage, given that they didn’t expect us, and the vampire lizard is still – presumably – in a weakened state. If we go away and come back tomorrow, they’ll have had a chance to rig traps, raise more zombies, stuff like that, and we’ll probably have to face the boss all over again. I’ll go with the group on this one, but I’m just saying there’s an advantage to pushing on now as well.”