Motteditor's Strange Aeons PBP (Inactive)

Game Master motteditor

1d20 + 24 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 24 + 2 = 44 Know (Local/History) - Mother Grim Moon

Tristain creases his forehead and ponders who that might be.

It's new.

Tristain hasn't heard the name before, but it sounds likely that it's a cleric among giants or some other similar position of importance.

"Oy, well, she 'ad a dream of you, didn't she?" Oaag asks. "Sure we said that already..."

"You'd think they'd know that from their own dreams. But maybe their 'eads aren't big enough to fit a dream in there?" Lurrohak posits.

"Of course we can fit dreams in here, they're high compression dreams, the strength and shape of the skull allows for maximum pressure, that's why this one bonks his head all the time, it's like a nest of bees in there. Now, what was that dream Mother Grim Moon had about us?"

Starflit frowns as she's described as a rather grim and gloomy dresser. (Hey! The mithral adds an element of flash to the ensemble!) She'd considered that going along peacefully might work to the party's advantage, but....

"These big lugs know more about us than I'm comfortable with," she whispers to Kyffin. "Still, I'm not privy to everything that happened to you, Al, and Tristain in the dream realm, so...if you think meeting with this Mother Grim Moon might give us a lead and isn't just a trap, I'll back your play."

"These big lugs know more about us than I'm comfortable with," she whispers to Kyffin. "Still, I'm not privy to everything that happened to you, Al, and Tristain in the dream realm, so...if you think meeting with this Mother Grim Moon might give us a lead and isn't just a trap, I'll back your play."

”I hear you. We did not encounter her in the dream world, and I don’t think these guys are smart enough for a trap. Tough sure, but I think they’d take a more direct approach. We might never find this woman in all this desert. I say we check it out.”

He listens for the reply to Al's question and sheaths his scimitar.

”Where is Mother Grim Moon? Maybe we’ll come visit her on our own if you can tell us where she is,” Tristain offers, even thinking that he might be willing to yell at her from across a chasm or over a long distance if she needs to speak with the party. Because he’s that friendly and trusting, of course.

While the boring conversation continues, Lothan continues to waffle on which one he's going to fill full of arrows first. I think I'm going to go with the one that called me a nutter. These 'sticks' will find their way right through your eye, moron. Everyone knows that T is the nutter. And I do NOT talk a lot. Lucky for these two idiots, I haven't filled them BOTH full of arrows because I want to know who this 'Grammy Moon' lady is or whatever the hell it is they call her. Hopefully, they'll lead us straight to the old hag so we can put an end to her. Oh yeah, I love it when a plan comes together. A sly grin then forms upon the half-elf's face.

Hey, that's not very nice! These guys have a 9 Int. That's almost average. Probably smarter than Lothan! :D

"What, you ain't dreamed of her yourself then?" one asks.

"No, just because Mother Grim Moon sees them in their dreams, that don't mean that they dream, Oaag. I told you, they ain't got big enough heads for dreams. What with all the nighthorses they probably got in there, about being stepped on, account of them being so little and all."

They go back and forth for a little longer, but eventually it becomes clear that Mother Grim Moon is in fact the leader of their group of Shatter Smile giants who's in a camp about two days away. And that they've been told to look for you, because she wants to talk to you.

Kyffin shrugs. How far are we from our goal?

"Can we have a moment to confer?" He turns away from the giants, but doesn't really walk away far.

He turns to the others, "Well we're [beeep] from our goal. If we follow these fine folk, we lose the wind walk. We can walk the rest of the way or use another scroll when we're done. We have three currently so I'm not too worried."

"I think this is interesting, and I want to go, but we should decide as a group. So what say you all? Do we follow the giants to danger? Or keep scouring the desert for our quarry?"

Plus I've got to say, I love the way you're playing the giants! GREAT scene!

”Where is Mother Grim Moon? Maybe we’ll come visit her on our own if you can tell us where she is,” Tristain offers.

Tristain repeats his question about the Granny Moon, and is happy to confer after he gets his answer.

They basically can't give you exact directions -- but say they could lead you there, about two days' journey. It's roughly in the same direction as Neruzavin.

"So, shall we hoof it a bit with these fine, ah, gentlemen?" Kyffin is game, but wants to make sure the group has had their say.

Starflit shrugs initially to Kyffin's question but then gives a quick nod.

"We could fly ahead and scout it out, and then fly back if we think we need a giant escort. I'm not excited about camping in the desert for a night or two, maybe they have better accommodations at their camp."

"Sure. Sounds good to me. I'd love to meet Grammy Moon. She sounds like a real peach," he says with a wicked grin which clearly comes across as foreboding, especially considering the source.

Tristain shrugs, not super excited to be diverted, but is intrigued enough to consider a detour. He’ll fly with Al to help scout the way.

You eventually make it to the giants' camp after hearing a number of other apparently well-intentioned but nonetheless somewhat insulting observations about you, mostly relating to your very small, itty-bitty, teeny-weeny size: Several dozen broad tents of hides stretched across bone and chitin supports sprawl out in the shadow of a steep-sided hill. Glassy rivulets of broken obsidian slither down the dark slopes, and the entire peak is cleft in two as if split by some tremendous force.

The giants there seem surprised to see you, but as they realize you are in fact with Oaag and Lurrohak, they offer you tentative -- and yet ghastly -- smiles.

They lead you to a large pavilion, where an aging giant woman stares east -- toward Neruzavin. As you approach, she turns to face you. Wrinkles radiate like cobwebs across the leathery mask that is the face of this aging ash giant. Her stare intensifies, and her smile twists into a rictus of delight. “At long last, the dreamers arrive," she says. "Survivors of Sarnath, delvers of darkness, seekers of the oasis, they who walked the sleeping forest and spoke to the Yellow King. You have walked upon the moon with footsteps that echo of the end times.” Wheezing punctuates her cackles. “Yes, yes, I have awaited you. Tell me of what you would do before the world dies.”

”Uh, I think I’d spend my time stopping the world from dying,” Tristain answers the obvious. ”If I can’t do that, I’d like to read for a while in a big library that doesn’t have monsters in it.”

Tristain remains (overland) flying, skittishly ready to bolt if things get violent or someone starts and unneeded fight.

Not having ventured into the dream world herself, Starflit defers to Kyffin, Tristain, and Al to answer the giant crone's questions. To make herself useful, the inquisitor uses her detect alignment ability on Mother Grim Moon and then moves it to check on some of her followers.

Walked on the moon? What? Kyffin wonders.

"Well that's a tough question, ma'am." he bows with respect to her age and, he hopes, wisdom. "I suppose, with what time I have left," he chuckles at some unknown joke, "I'll kill evil as I can find it. With respect of course, and meaning no harm to you and yours. For we are here under the flag of truce. The evil we hunt is far greater than any disagreements we may have."

"Still, I only speak for myself," he glances at Al. "We've had to suffer much evil on our trail thus far."

"I gotta be honest, Grammy Moon, I ain't no dreamer. And I haven't walked on any moon, but, you know, whatever. And as far as the world dying, well... that would suck. Not exactly sure what I'd do. I'd probably find myself a chair, carry it outside on a brisk sunny morning, sit down, and listen to the sounds of life until the world kills over," he says plainly, losing himself in thought for a long moment before rousing himself from his reverie and saying, "Yep, I'm thinking that's what I'd do."

"Ah hells, I'll die before the world does, but until then I'll kill some evil, like that Lowls fellow that were chasing through this desert, and any other evil he's trying to evilify. After that I'll probably take a nap." Always a reflection of courtesy, Al asks the giants the same question. "What are you all going to do before the world dies?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (8) + 21 = 29

She smiles at your answers, but ignores Al's question and climbs creakily to her feet. "Those are pretty words, but speeches can't fell all foes," she says as she begins walking toward the cleft in the hill and waving for you to follow.

“The Shatter Smile is proud and strong and has always taken stone from this hill. This time its people found one of the beasts the girtablilus stole from us, and even the clan’s best claw-speakers cannot convince it to submit. This has made the Shatter Smile resent the beast, and had I not intervened, they would have thrown rocks until it crumbled -- good, but not bold. The beast is too immense to risk getting closer, so they have trapped it in the hill.

[b]“You are the dream-walkers, the city-seekers, the endstoppers. You come to me seeking my counsel, yet you cannot command the true respect of this clan. Tame what they cannot -- fight what gives them fear -- and they shall honor you. The Shatter Smile is not strong enough to brave the holy city. If you cannot be stronger than them, why should I waste breath explaining that you are too weak to enter?”

The cleft is partly blocked by a jumble of boulders nearly 10 feet tall -- enough to deter an immense scorpion within from escaping, but not enough to trap it completely. Mother Grim Moon pauses in sight of the ridge and calls out to the other giants as she challenges you to
prove your might.

Assuming you agree
The ash giants use their bodies to form a roughly 100-foot-diameter ring around the cleft’s entrance, with you inside. Chanting and stomping the ground rhythmically, they use their vermin empathy to goad the scorpion to emerge and fight.

"Wait until the scorpion has emerged entirely before you strike," Mother Grim Moon warns. "We giants value cunning, but we respect only strength."

About to leave for the weekend. You can place yourselves on the map. They're 20-foot squares. The scorpion will be coming from the south.

Kyffin shrugs, ”Another trial? Sure, we have a little time, though you’ve already slowed us somewhat. Do you want us to kill it, or just knock it out?”

I can’t move myself on the map.

In anticipation of trouble, Kyffin casts Air Walk Communal on the group (20m each, 50m on Kyffin) and Magic Circle against Evil on himself (130m). Of course he previously cast Magic Vestment after breakfast on his buckler (13h).

For good measure, he’ll cast Bull's Strength and Shield of Faith (+4 AC (deflection)) on himself as well.

Then he walks about half way to the rubble, slowly drawing his scimitar as he climbs to 10' in the air. ”Watch for its stinger, I bet that sucker is loaded with poison.”

He mutters to himself ”…and me without my antitoxin.”

10' up

Is there a wall around where-upon Tristain can bonk?

Tristain looks for a wall or tree upon which to bonk while he tries to sort out his thoughts on the offer and mission.

"Are we supposed to *kill* the scorpion? Or just knock it out? I mean, I'm sure we can do either, probably, maybe, but also don't want to make any mistakes," Tristain seeks clarification, echoing Kyffin's query.

Tristain can't move on the map either, and definitely wouldn't be in front, let alone between Lothan and something he wants to shoot, lest a 'sorry, it slipped' accident happen. Tris would be 30' back and 30' up.

Daily Prep: False Life 1d10 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20 temp hp, Extended Heroism (Tris & Kyffin), Life Bubble (about 5 hours each), Overland Flight (12 hours).

I can't move myself either. And dang. I sure was rooting for a 'Sorry, T, I didn't realize your brain was going to get in the way of my arrow' quote. Ah well, maybe another time. ;D

Lothan takes out a vial from his pack, pops the cork, and drinks the contents within before tossing it aside. Interlocking his fingers and cracking his knuckles, he draws his bow and waits for the massive vermin to show itself. "I can answer that question, you two. We're killing it. I am anyway. This bug is already dead. it just doesn't realize it yet. Y'all can piddlefart around with it all you want, I'm about to fill it full of holes until it stops moving."

Potion of Bull's Strength

Al can neutralize poison with a lay on hands, he can take the front spot and the sponge role while the party dishes. He'll move to a central spot, maybe a spot or two ahead of where Tristain is now on the map depending on where others end up

"We understand that this beast was stolen from you, and that even the clan’s best claw-speakers cannot convince it to submit. If this has made the Shatter Smile resent the beast, then it seems clear that the clan will appreciate the beast again and respect us if we are able to make the creature submit. We will return this stolen property to you and your clan, excuse me for a moment." Al quickly steps to Lothan and clearly begs in a lower voice that he also makes audible to the closest giants for emphasis of the party's ability. "Please, do NOT kill this creature, I beg you, just subdue it. I know you can pincushion it in second and wow them with our ability to kill quickly, but let's just return their property. Do this and I promise I'll put in a good word for you with the next, um, 'pursuit'." Turning back to the giant queen, "We gladly take on this trial, and we thank you and your tribe for your hospitality and the opportunity to prove our worth." Al salutes the giants and takes his place in the center of the arena.

Al uses divine bond on his weapon to give it Merciful, so it deals an extra 1d6 and all damage is non-lethal, which helps us subdue it, along with bane, vermin and an additional +1

Staring blankly at Al for like an eternity, Lothan draws a hand down his face in frustration and sighs heavily. "Fine," he responds, the irritation in his voice extremely obvious. Placing his bow back up he throws up his hands and shrugs before placing them on his hips. Shaking his head, Now what in the hell am I supposed to do? Just stand here and DANCE my way around it? You gotta be kidding me.

Sorry, forgot I didn't set the map for you to edit. That's what I get for posting when I was in a rush. :) Also, they don't mind if you kill it -- you're proving your toughness.

After a minute, it emerges from out of the cleft, a massive creature easily 30 feet long with claws (and stinger!) about the size of Tristain. It lurches forward, but not faster than Lothan, Tristain and Albert can react.

Those three are up. Remember that the squares are 20 feet! (So you're "figs" are actually bigger than they should be to scale.)

Round 1, Init 23

Tristain will cast Haste, then fly up to 50', well out of range. He is thankful that the party can be lethal, as his options are very limited against vermin.

Tristain's Haste: Round 1/13. You feel an urgent need to bonk your head on a wall, this can be overcome by acting quickly and decisively. If you choose to act quickly and decisively, then get +1 to attx/reflex yadayadayada. Otherwise, choose to enjoy a nice wall bonk, which is also lovely.

With an incredulous look, "That's it? After fighting that fire angel guy this is what we have to face? Bor-ing." Lothan stands there with his arms crossed and yawns. "Wow. Sleepy. Must've been because of all that flying. Ah well. Okay, fellas - and Butterfly - it's all yours."

Lothan will delay until it draws near and then go total defense by doing a terrible-looking shindig that looks a little something like this. ;)

AC 29; Total defense is 35

Knowing that the giant clan needs to witness a feat of strength, and perhaps call it a festivus miracle, Al rushes forward and hews at the mighty beast.

curve blade, divine bonds, haste, power attack with focus: 1d20 + 20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 20 + 3 + 1 = 33
damage: 1d10 + 5 + 3d6 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 5 + (5, 5, 6) + 12 = 36 non-lethal damage

Tristain flies up out of range after casting haste on ever, leaving Al to charge forward on his own -- the enhanced speed letting him get close enough to crack the scorpion's chitin with his blade. Unfortunately, it doesn't seem inclined to appreciate Al's attempt to not kill it, and responds with lethal force.

It grabs him in one of its claws (Al barely notices that the other claw appears to be injured and fortunately useless, likely saving his life), crushing him even as it's tail strikes and nearly rips the old man's body in two! 72 hp, plus I need a DC 25 Fort save vs. poison or take 3 points of Strength, Dex and Con damage.

The giants react with cheers to the sudden violence.

Party is up.

Fort save, DC 25: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (10) + 17 = 27

Al ignores the pain and batters away at the claw gripping him while fresh dirt covers his wound.

Dirt On It: 7d6 ⇒ (2, 3, 3, 2, 2, 1, 2) = 15

curve blade, divine bonds, haste, power attack with focus: 1d20 + 20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 20 + 3 + 1 = 33
damage: 1d10 + 5 + 3d6 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 5 + (5, 3, 5) + 12 = 36

curve blade, divine bonds, haste, power attack: 1d20 + 20 + 3 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (14) + 20 + 3 + 1 - 4 = 34
damage: 1d10 + 5 + 3d6 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 5 + (6, 3, 2) + 12 = 37

curve blade, divine bonds, haste, power attack: 1d20 + 15 + 3 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (18) + 15 + 3 + 1 - 4 = 33
damage: 1d10 + 5 + 3d6 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 5 + (1, 3, 5) + 12 = 36

curve blade, divine bonds, haste, power attack: 1d20 + 10 + 3 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (5) + 10 + 3 + 1 - 4 = 15
damage: 1d10 + 5 + 3d6 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 5 + (5, 4, 1) + 12 = 32

possible crit...

curve blade, divine bonds, haste, power attack: 1d20 + 15 + 3 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (8) + 15 + 3 + 1 - 4 = 23
damage: 1d10 + 5 + 3d6 + 12 ⇒ (4) + 5 + (6, 5, 2) + 12 = 34

HP: 38/95, come on party!

HP: 38/95, come on party!

Tristain looks at Lothan.

Tristain ponders his actions. He's very far away and not sure he can help. But maybe.

Starflit's taken aback by Al's sudden charge and the scorpion's ruinous retribution. She invokes a pair of judgments to protect herself (protection and purity) and then rushes toward the mighty arachnid. It quickly becomes apparent that she won't be able to get close enough to Al to also be able to use her freedom's call ability immediately, so the inquisitor lets out a screech of frustration and closes on the scorpion, trying to get its attention so Kyffin can (hopefully) approach it without getting attacked in the process.

OK, looks like Starflit can reach the scorpion with a double move. Freedom's call will have to wait 'til next round, as it requires a standard action to activate. 'Flit will try to draw an AoO from the scorpion's stinger so Kyffin can approach safely (hopefully, this thing is a mindless vermin and doesn't get feats like, say, Combat Reflexes).

10' up

I know these are supposed to be 20’ squares, but Kyffin would not have let Al go so far ahead. He’d have been within 30’ of him (pre move) so I figure I can close the distance with a charge.

Kyffin swiftly casts, thanks to the graces of Sarenrae, Divine Power. He then charges in and attacks!

Scimitar: 1d20 + 15 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 15 + 11 = 32 (haste, bull, power, hero, charge)
damage: 1d10 + 17 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 17 + 6 = 28 (bull, power)


Round 2, Init 20

Tristain flies 70’ forward, unable to move truly fast enough to save Al. ”SHOOT! LOTHAN! SHOOOOOOOT, DAMN YOU!!”

He moves closer and casts Magic Missile which is all he can do at range and against vermin who are mostly immune (like a certain party member) from his mental magics due to mindlessness.

5d6 + 5 ⇒ (2, 1, 2, 2, 5) + 5 = 17 force damage

Tristain's Haste: Round 2/13. You feel an urgent need to bonk your head on a wall, this can be overcome by acting quickly and decisively. If you choose to act quickly and decisively, then get +1 to attx/reflex yadayadayada. Otherwise, choose to enjoy a nice wall bonk, which is also lovely.

Seeing Al nearly get ripped apart, Lothan's eyes go wide. "WHOA! You gotta be...," Lothan finds himself stopping dead in his tracks with his stupid dance.



Round 2, Init 20

Tristain flies 70’ forward, unable to move truly fast enough to save Al. ”SHOOT! LOTHAN! SHOOOOOOOT, DAMN YOU!!”

Looking from Al to Tristain, Lothan shakes his head in frustration. "You know, I really wish you lot would make up your minds." Moving at rapid speed, Lothan draws his bow, takes aim, and fires at the scorpion.

Move 60' straight toward the vermin and Draw(move); Studied target: Vermin(not Al)(swift); Attack

Studied target +3/Deadly Aim
+2 adaptive composite longbow: 1d20 + 19 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 19 + 3 = 41
Damage: 1d8 + 14 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 14 + 3 = 19

Crit confirm
+2 adaptive composite longbow: 1d20 + 19 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 19 + 3 = 24 Boo!!!
Damage: 2d8 + 28 + 6 ⇒ (5, 8) + 28 + 6 = 47

AC 30; Hp's 109/109; Haste

Al only got so far ahead thanks to Tristain's haste spell. So if he dies, it's Tristain's fault.

Starflit rushes forward in a blur of darkness, taking a blow from the scorpion's stinger as she gets close. She feels poison begin coursing through her, seemingly attacking all her muscles. 27 hp, plus need a DC Fort save or take 4 Str damage, 3 Dex damage, 3 Con damage
She's followed a moment later by Kyffin, who cracks the thing's chitin slightly as Al desperately tries to free himself!

The thing rears back in pain as the brutal blows rain down on it, and squeezes Al, making it so he can't move at all! 29 hp, and you're no2 pinned.

I will need another DC 25 Fort save from Al on his turn or he will take 3 Strength and Dex damage and 4 Con damage!

Becoming seriously pissed off, "Stop trying to kill my TEAM, you freaking overgrown bug!!!" Lothan unloads a barrage of arrows at the stubborn scorpion.

Studied target +3/Rapid shot/Deadly Aim/Haste
+2 adaptive composite longbow: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (6) + 20 = 26
Damage: 1d8 + 17 ⇒ (1) + 17 = 18

(Rapid shot)+2 adaptive composite longbow: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (6) + 20 = 26
Damage: 1d8 + 17 ⇒ (4) + 17 = 21

(Haste)+2 adaptive composite longbow: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (16) + 20 = 36
Damage: 1d8 + 17 ⇒ (8) + 17 = 25

+2 adaptive composite longbow: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (6) + 15 = 21
Damage: 1d8 + 17 ⇒ (3) + 17 = 20

+2 adaptive composite longbow: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26
Damage: 1d8 + 17 ⇒ (2) + 17 = 19

Yahtzee!!! Three 6's and two 16's. That ought to count for something outside of a bunch of misses. :P

AC 30; Hp's 109/109

10' up

Amazed he’s untouched so far, Kyffin begs Sarenrae for more protection (sacred armor) and swings for the rafters on the giant crustacean. There’s just not enough butter…

Scimitar: 1d20 + 15 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 15 + 9 = 43 (haste, bull, power, hero)
damage: 1d10 + 17 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 17 + 6 = 28 (bull, power)
critthreat Scimitar: 1d20 + 15 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 15 + 9 = 35 (haste, bull, power, hero)
damage: 1d10 + 17 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 17 + 6 + 2 = 35 (bull, power, 2hp fire)

Scimitar: 1d20 + 10 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 10 + 9 = 28 (haste, bull, power, hero)
damage: 1d10 + 17 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 17 + 6 = 29 (bull, power)

hasted Scimitar: 1d20 + 15 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 15 + 9 = 29 (haste, bull, power, hero)
damage: 1d10 + 17 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 17 + 6 = 25 (bull, power)

Starflit gives an unladylike grunt as the mighty scorpion's tail and stinger smash into her. Luckily, her mithral shirt--along with providing a bit of shine and color to her mostly black outfit--keeps the stinger from injecting much poison into her system.

"The blessings of the Black Butterfly will set you free!" she shouts, activating her freedom's call domain power.

Starflit Fortitude Saving Throw (+3 purity judgment, +3 additional vs. poison): 1d20 + 12 + 3 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 12 + 3 + 3 = 35

Grrrr! First attempt at this post apparently got eaten.

Round 2, Init 20

Tristain draws his wand and fires again at the creature.

5d4 + 5 ⇒ (4, 1, 4, 3, 1) + 5 = 18 force damage

Tristain's Haste: Round 3/13. You feel an urgent need to bonk your head on a wall, this can be overcome by acting quickly and decisively. If you choose to act quickly and decisively, then get +1 to attx/reflex yadayadayada. Otherwise, choose to enjoy a nice wall bonk, which is also lovely.

Fort save DC 25: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (9) + 17 = 26

Al strains against the claw even as his ribs crack and breath escapes him. Then Starlit rushes in and the grip releases, saving Al's life! Taking full advantage of his freedom, Al seeks to finish the beast.

Dirt On It with Neutralize Poison mercy: 6d6 ⇒ (3, 4, 1, 3, 3, 1) = 15

curve blade, divine bonds, haste, power attack with focus: 1d20 + 20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 20 + 3 + 1 = 26
Damage: 1d10 + 5 + 3d6 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 5 + (3, 3, 3) + 12 = 35

curve blade, divine bonds, haste, power attack: 1d20 + 20 + 3 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (18) + 20 + 3 + 1 - 4 = 38
Damage: 1d10 + 5 + 3d6 + 12 ⇒ (4) + 5 + (6, 2, 4) + 12 = 33

curve blade, divine bonds, haste, power attack: 1d20 + 15 + 3 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (6) + 15 + 3 + 1 - 4 = 21
Damage: 1d10 + 5 + 3d6 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 5 + (4, 3, 3) + 12 = 36

curve blade, divine bonds, haste, power attack: 1d20 + 10 + 3 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (6) + 10 + 3 + 1 - 4 = 16
Damage: 1d10 + 5 + 3d6 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 5 + (6, 3, 1) + 12 = 30

possible crit...

curve blade, divine bonds, haste, power attack: 1d20 + 20 + 3 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (16) + 20 + 3 + 1 - 4 = 36
Damage: 1d10 + 5 + 3d6 + 12 ⇒ (4) + 5 + (3, 2, 2) + 12 = 28

HP: 24/95

With Al freed by the Black Butterfly's divine grace, you're all able to easily dispatch the scorpion to the cheers of the giants (though you do hear a few "awww"s as Al barely escapes with his life)!

Tristain flies over to Al, the totally normal human. ”Al? You okay? What were you doing? What were you thinking? Do you need a good bonk to figure things out?” Tristain is concerned, but also worried for the reckless ‘bravery’ that was displayed.

Starflit joins Tristain in checking on Al. Though she doesn't chide Al for his reckless bravery, she does use her magic to heal him some immediately. One might get the impression that she doesn't fully trust the ash giants nearby.

Starflit cure serious wounds (Al): 3d8 + 13 ⇒ (7, 3, 7) + 13 = 30

Kyffin will climb down out of the sky and touch Al and Starflit (fast healing 3 for 1 minute). "Al, you need a top up?" How wounded are you? Happy to tap for another fast healer or cast a spell.

”Next fight, let’s all hang back and prep a round before rushing in huh? I was going to give us all a bit of a booster for that one.” he chuckles though, knowing what the team can do.

"It didn't seem so big and mean until I got close, thanks team, thanks Starflit, you saved my life there." With the extra healing, Al is back to his normal self. "Well, that took all of half a minute, hope that impressed the giants. Let's see what they think."

The fully healed Al addresses the clan and the giant queen. "What say you, have we proved our worth? We did not shy away from the beast, risked limb and life, and conquered it quickly. Are we worthy of the clan's respect, what say you?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (15) + 21 = 36