I have not seen such a creature before. By strength alone it could tear any of us apart. I can not give it that chance.
Aayalla watches as the creature enters and waits for the opportunity. Once it presents itself she moves with grace and speed toward the giant. As she reaches the creature she leaps into the air seemingly running up the creature. With a quick thrust her blade penetrates and passes through the creature. She pushes and flips off landing at its feat. The wound is cauterized by the energy blade but now leaves a whole clean through the creature. It looks at the wound and Aayalla in shock at first not knowing what she did until the pain shoots through its body and it realizes it has received a near fatal blow.
Swift: Momentum Crash
Full: Martial Charge w/ Rising Zenith Strike
Brill-Mane launches himself at the Giant, his large falchion clearing it's scabbard. The blade comes down with a flash.
Two-headed giant. Looks artificial. Perhaps necrosurgery?
Dom-Nhal thrusts with the spear, trusting in its greater reach to help keep the thing away from him.
Your flurry of attacks is so intense that the massive two-headed giant topples backwards into the cavern wall. Stalactites rain down on the prone creature and pin it to the cave floor, its thick blood pooling beneath it.
The uglier head, or presumably Throg, is locked in a grimace of pain, the smoking hole in its chest still exuding the stink of burnt flesh.
Still somehow alive after your onslaught, the younger, though hardly better looking, head, or Grombol, whimpers weakly as its death hurriedly approaches.
(In Giant)"Da' King 'il get yas.." as Grombol grumbles his dying words blood bubbles up from his mouth and he coughs sporadically, coating you all in a mist and gobbets of stinky phlegm and blood,"...and w'n 'e duz yool be sorry. Da' King is way tuffa' den even Throg..."
A final word followed by a rather disgusting exhalation and the abomination ceasing moving. The sound and stink of what follows is something only Brill-Mane smiles lewdly at.
Aayalla looks down at the blood spatter upon her robes and simply shakes her head. She stands a moment and listens just to make sure all threat has passed before her blade vanishes again. She lets go of the hilt as it floats back to her side as she begins to look over the creature.(w/Detect Psionics)
"Well done. We struck as a team. I have been sent out many times as an agent of the order and still have seen nothing like this thing. It looks like it was put together by some form of surgery and magic."
Brill-Mane looks at the Human female with a strange glance. She is strong. She should be leader.
He slides his giant blade back into its sheathe, and sits down.
He said that the 'King' Will come for us. And that the King is tougher. Brill-Mane translates. Should be a fun fight. I'd say we could cook him, but Giant doesn't taste all that good.
"I'm sorry Kavon, I meant I was sent out as a Janissarie agent, I have not been here before and by large I assumed he meant more like Brill-Mane there. If we encounter another it would be best to gather some information. I can read thoughts given the proper set up. I am curious as to why this creature was here. It all could just be chance, or the other group was tortured for information before being eaten."
Interesting, Axo-sol thinks when he finds out Aayalla can read thoughts. Back to more immediate matters, he concludes as goes over to search the two headed creature. Aloud he utters, "Best if find this King before he finds out we've been killing his people."
Aayalla also takes just a moment to regain and store focus to her crystal.
"That was... enlightening." Dom-Nhal says, tapping the butt of the spear on the ground. After a few minutes, the weapon seems to peel apart, breaking down into little squares of material that then glimmer into yellow light and fade away.
"Aayalla, that was some maneuver you performed." he comments. "Can you do something like that often?"
"I have many skills with my energy blade. That particular is reserved as a show of respect for the enemy. It is a finisher. I can also manipulate the energy to protect myself and even others that are not too far away. It may not absorb all of the blow but it should save your life if used at the right time." She pauses and thinks for a moment. Her foot tapping with her arms crossed. After a moment she smiles and shrugs with her arms extended.
"To tell the truth I have always been able to do it when I have decided too, but I have never needed to use it more then once a battle."
She gives an innocent smile.
"I'm impressed by your ability there to create. It doesn't seem psionic in nature so that means magical? I can manipulate the energy I use into a smaller blade but that is about it. I do have a trick that will let me manipulate it into many different forms but it only last a few moments when I do that."
"It's magical in nature." Dim-Nhal answers. [b]"I gather up mobius energy, and with this constructor i assemble it into a form that lasts a few minutes.
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-6 Deer Pelts (20lbs & 15gp each)
-3 Bear Pelts (25lbs & 50gp each)
-2 Dire Wolf Pelts (15lbs & 30gp each)
-20 gallon cask of something strong and alcoholic (Gravelbite Bitters: DC23 Fort Save, failed save 1d6 + 2 Int & Cha damage, always +1d6 + 2 Str & Con morale bonus. Worth 10gp/gallon)
-Spiked Huge Greatclub x 2
-Huge Hide Armor
-Woven Bark Roll scrawled with giant script...
Aayalla sees nothing among the things that will help them and decides to go make sure the outside is clear why the others gather things up. She takes a look outside.
Brill-Mane looks at the bark roll, and goes to read it.
It is ok, I expect some of you are still like pups. My vision, it has faded, though with the fade came some other things. I think I failed to mention my Brills for which I am named. Hopefully you never have to see them.
Axo-Sol adds as he begins gathering up the gold, Will only take but a moment to gather up this gold."
Patrol southern part of valley. Bring all found to me. Kill all that resist. Hail Goliathon.
The barkroll's message also has most of it's lower portion devoted to a carved map of some kind.
SKILL CHECK: What is that map?
-Survival
Beyond the cave entrance is rugged terrain of hillocks and boulders. Large, ancient-looking trees scatter the area and the trail leading from the cave is faint but discernible, leading off to the northeast.
The pleasant scent of pine catches in your nose as a chilly breeze wafts through the cavern. Sunlight outside marks the waning of the day and in the distance you can hear faint growls and the groans of trees in the wind.
The cooling corpse of the giant abomination lies in a heap, the bag of its belongings stained but opened and bearing its contents you you.
The mounts have calmed and seem much more amicable to being led from the cavern now.
As you all discuss things and disseminate the loot, Aayalla peers outside and surveils the area.
"Things look clear outside. It is a bit cool if you wish to bring the pelts along for warmth when we camp. So there is a map? Are any of you skilled at reading them? I have a bit of natural skill but have not been trained."
Axo-Sol nods his head at Kavon's suggestion and begins loading the loot onto the horses as he responds to Aayalla, "Maps? Never been much good with them myself."
It appears to be a map, though I don't know off hand. Brill-mane states.
"Map? May I see?" Dom-Nhal asks, stepping forward.
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