HP 247/250; Burn (max 12)/non-lethal damage 3/51; Internal Buffer: 3/3
AC 36, touch 22, flat-footed 31; CMD 34
Fort +23, Ref +20, Will +15
Effects: Force Ward (17/17 temp hp); 10/150 stoneskin; magic vestment (40 hours; +5 enhancement, +2 over normal)
Taerine fires another bolt of blue flame toward the burning Ferric, the fire seeming to call to itself as it surges toward him.
Floating in Ragnvald's monstrous form unleashes unholy hell on the northern giant.
"Remove the chafe from the wheat."
Swift: Studied Combat against that giant in particular.
5ft. shift.
Full attack on his head.
Bleed Acid
Bleed Acid
Bleed Acid
Bleed Acid
Bleed Acid
G1: dead
G2: 57
G3: dead
As the group starts to shift its focus to Ferric Ragnvald decapitates the northern giant. And not from the neck. It's like watching a blender without a container eat it's way downwards. The entire party is splattered with bits of giant brains and fluids.
The rest of the damage, including a punishing strike by Taerine, wound Ferric, but he still stands. His hammer comes after Tor. A leading blow bruises the dwarf, followed by an easily predicted follow through. The third strike, a hay maker from down low, catches Tor on his heels and nearly takes the dwarf's head off in a single strike.
Since we have multiple people who are wounded, Tor will defensively cast his [I]Mass Heal[/dice]
Talon feels the healing wash through him, as cracked ribs are mended, and bruises fade.
Talon feels refreshed, but the threat still remains and he needs to find a way to bring him down.
Talon backs up from the really big giant, and with deadly precision and a concentrated aim he hurls a single Adamantine shuriken.
HP 247/250; Burn (max 12)/non-lethal damage 3/51; Internal Buffer: 3/3
AC 36, touch 22, flat-footed 31; CMD 34
Fort +23, Ref +20, Will +15
Effects: Force Ward (17/17 temp hp); 10/150 stoneskin; magic vestment (40 hours; +5 enhancement, +2 over normal)
Taerine blasts the massive giant with another searing bolt of blue flame.
"Burn, damn you!" she snarls.
Talon's shuriken lodges itself deep into the Gigas's neck, staggering it right into Taerine's BBQ of Doom. He cries out, chokes on his indides as they liquefy, then collapses to the ground with a bone-jarring thud.
The party makes simple work of the last giant and gets to looking through pockets.
You come to realize that the personal guard of the witch Ilivorr Karanasi have been here, and have been devoured by the winter wolf Their mundane equipment has been ruined and thrown on the garbage heaps that stand against the walls of this room. However, their valuables were taken by Ferric and are carried in his bag. It contains five suits of masterwork chainmail, a +2 heavy wooden shield, a +1 shock light crossbow, two potions of lesser restoration, a belt of physical might +2
(Strength and Constitution), and a backpack holding 1,975 gp. The other giants carry a total of 2,200 gp in coins and semiprecious stones.
Now that you have a moment to look about, a massive double portal composed of two white stone doors dominates the north wall of this sixty-foot-high chamber. Its surface bears a scene of craggy, snow-clad peaks in relief beneath the cavorting forms of unidentifiable creatures. The lintel above the door bears an inscription in ancient runes. Bloodstains mar the floor of the chamber, and piles of garbage have been swept into the corners. This is the remains of whomever the Witch left here, no doubt.
The strangely disturbing creatures depicted only as things from beyond the known planes that are sometimes vaguely affiliated with Baba Yaga.
that can be positively identified as a wendigo.
The doors themselves are of no known type of stone and are apparently locked without handle, lock, or hinges. In fact, they are entirely impregnable to all forms of physical or magical penetration, including divination magic such as scrying, as are the walls of this chamber. The inscription above the door is in an archaic form of Skald (legible to speakers of that language with a DC 17 Intelligence check or DC 12 Linguistics check) and says, “Only by the Power of Faith shall ye pass Beyond.”
Talon checks the double doors, these inscriptions, I see some connection with Baba Yaga. as he examines closer, but here, he looks closer, yes definitely a Wendigo, or so it seems to be.
Taking a step back he looks over the inscriptions, Up there, I can't seem to make them out, probably very old.
"Can anyone make out the carvings? They mean nothing to me and I also can't see them well.
"Either way, there's more to be found. Deathsteel, can you heal yourself? If so, we should move on."
Looking back, I realize that I think I skipped telling you about that. I told the other group. Sorry. Percy entrusted each of you with a coin that can call her to your side should you need her. She cannot stay for long without revealing Imbrex's tampering with the situation, but she is available.[/ooc]
Tor will start with using a Cure Light Wounds spell and see if there is any reaction, moving up the chain of cure spells as necessary.
The doors do not respond to any of your spells.
"This was Baba Yaga's domain, was it not? Perhaps one of you can invoke her..."
Is that wise? talon asks.
"As long as you're aware of what you're doing. If not, we'll have to find another way forward."
You pause for a moment in contemplation. Baba Yaga and most nortgern cultures, you realize, don't put much emphasis on faith in the divine like most major dieties. The epics are about the hero, not his faith. So, what if one were to have faith in himself and his ability to "Pass"? It sounds crazy, but then again you are dealing with an Eldest...
"Okay, this is going to be weird, but you have to unflinchingly believe in yourself to bypass this obstacle."
Tor will conjure up every instance of his bypassing linguistical passages to decipher their hidden meanings or uncovering obscure texts that led to greater mysteries, and then opened the door.
Tor, the door doesn't move, but your hand does. It passes into the stone!
Tor will walk through the door.
An eerie sight greets the eye as this large chamber is entered: row upon row of identical, life-size ice sculptures depicting a bent-backed old crone with a skull-like face standing in perfect ranks. A sense of woe seems to radiate from each statue, and dark arcs of power crackle across their surfaces and leap from sculpture to sculpture.
One of the statues (the second from the end in the northwestern corner of the last row) has been shattered, and shards of ice litter the floor around its base.
Halfway across the room, a packet of some kind lies on the floor. Each of the statues contains an exquisitely carved, tiny porcelain doll depicting a gnarled old woman at its core.
All this you observe in seconds. Then you are hit with a wave of negative energy!
HP 235/250; Burn (max 12)/non-lethal damage 3/51; Internal Buffer: 3/3
AC 36, touch 22, flat-footed 31; CMD 34
Fort +23, Ref +20, Will +15
Effects: Force Ward (17/17 temp hp); 10/150 stoneskin; magic vestment (40 hours; +5 enhancement, +2 over normal)
Taerine joins the dwarf in walking through the door, then grunts as the evil energy washes over her.
"Back through," she orders. "Let's discuss our next move."
"It seems we have two options: Try to go through as quickly as possible and out the far side or bring Hell down on those dolls. That packet could be of some importance and could be destroyed depending on what we do," she says.
The door is easily passed one it's secret is determined.
Taerine explains the scene on the other side to anyone who didn't pass through and repeats her question about what the group should do.
Talon passes through the door to catch a glimpse of the room beyond.
Talon absorbs the negative energy seemingly unfazed but there is tell tale evidence that he was wounded.
I could try and navigate the room to the object in the middle.
"Perhaps Tor can give you some protection first?" Taerine suggests. "It would be good to know what it is, though."
"We'll just have to push across and I'll heal when we get everyone there."
"I think getting through here could be more trouble than it's worth," Taerine says, shaking her head. "You're armor may give you some protection, but not enough. We know there's another way in, and I suggest we take that."
I can get to the other side rather quickly Talon adds
"I don't think speed is the problem. It's passing the statues," Taerine said.
its not a matter of speed, more like shadows. a simple plane shift here and exit over there.
perhaps there is a way to shut this off over there.
"Perhaps. It did not go well for Silas when he tried a similar tactic, however."
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Talon steps in and jumps. (make a save vs the general negative burst)
He makes it to the other side relatively unscathed and darts out of the room on the other side.
On the other side of doors made from the same unnatural stone talon finds only a stair leading upward. No switch or any sign of deactivation method. Apparently this is the only way in.
Talon motions for the rest to follow, no means to shut this down. just gonna have to run for it.
he then stealthily moves up the stairs a bit searching for more traps or signs of "obstacles".
"Wait, we can't --" Taerine calls as Talon ghosts away.
She turns to the silent dwarf with a glance.
"Unless you have some means to protect me, I'll not be going that way," she says. "There are less dangerous means to advance."