Reynard downs his mutagen, then rearranges the placement of some other flasks as the party converses.
The ring is not magical, not is anything else around, except for the large monstrosity in the upper corner that was hiding in the dark shadows, watching you. The scythe it holds also radiates magic.
This misshapen monster is a thing from a child's nightmares. A jumbled mass of body parts incorporating as much cow and horse as man, the Scarecrow's considerable girth is topped by an idiot head that leers and drools like a grotesque baby. Its face is cruelly stitched, the lips sewn partially together. It is dressed in straw and dung- covered rags that give off the sickly sweet smell of decay. A trio of what appear to be carved pumpkins hang from cords on the Scarecrow's belt, but a second glance reveals these to be horribly bloated human heads with a sick yellow tinge.
"Mwaooor!" it groans as it tises to attack you.
René moved up next to the archer. "Don't worry, looks like there's only one of 'em! I have no doubt you'll be able ta take 'im down right quick!" His words filled his allies with courage as they steeled themselves against the assault.
+3 to identify creature abilities and weaknesses
Unfortunately, none of you seem to have any insight into this monster.
The monster strides forward calmly, and swipes his scythe at Druamin.
Skarn activates his judgment of sacred protection for +2 to AC and charges the beast...
x4
Skarn's pick bounces off the monster.
Cordwin will shoot a bolt at the creature.
It misses the creature.
Druamin takes a step back then stomps his foot on the ground. A thunderous boom echoes throughout the room.
Faywen, in awe at the size of the creature, summons a wave of slippery water underneath the monster's feat.
Grease was a good idea, but this monster seems particular agile, or lucky, and retains his standing. Erond fires off an arrow that bounces off the creatures shoulder.
Druamin also tries to drop the creature, but the earth shake is just not enough to do it.
Skarn activates his judgment of sacred protection for +2 to AC and charges the beast...
[dice=Heavy Pick +1 Hit]1d20+6+2-1
[dice=Heavy Pick +1 Damage]1d6+3+3 x4
Seeing that the creature moved closer, René pointed at laughed at its ugly features.
As the monster breaks cover, Reynard's eyes go a little wide. He flicks another extract into his hand and downs it, then casts the flask aside as he moves forward.
Trox loops around to the side of the and attempts to deliver a hard blow but a bit of the grease hits his tow making him swing wide.
The large creature backs up 5' and then attacks Reynard with his scythe.
The first swing whoops overhead, but the second crashes down on Reynard's shoulder.
Cordwin will go up behind Trox and cast a healing spell on him.
[dice=Attack]1d20+13
[dice=Damage]2d6+8[dice=Attack]1d20+8
[dice=Damage]2d6+8The first swing whoops overhead, but the second crashes down on Reynard's shoulder.
Edging a bit closer, René continued to cheer the group on. "You got'im backing inta a corner now! Lookit the big lug retreating from us lil'uns, heehee."
Skarn steps up and keeps attacking
x4
Crit confirm...
x4
Unused to being hit so easily Trox grimices. These beasties are getting toughter, no matter.
With a grunt of effort he swings again and this one feels much better.
"Over here ya nasty bugger, take your shots at me."
Faywen takes a step closer to the monster, sending a blast of water following shortly behind Druamin's heavy pick.
Blow after blow rains down on the monster, and despite its tough form and magic resistances, the overwhelming damage is just too much, and it drops in a heap.
"Huzza! Someone writing all of this down?"
Reynard, ready to leap into combat, pauses as the thing comes crashing down. He taps his foot on the floor a few times. Well. I'm going to need to be faster on the draw, I guess.
Faywen cracks her neck as the thing crumples to the floor. "Good thing it was so clumsy, it looked like it could have really messed us up."
"That was rather violent and sudden. And Skarn! Remind me never to pick a fight with you and that, uh, pick."
Druamin scans the room just to make sure there aren't any other threats lurking in a corner. "I guess we should search this area before moving up the stairs. I don't know how long this creature was hanging out here. I also wonder if it was placed as a guard or if it just attacked everything that entered."
At Faywen's comment Druamin nods. "Yep. Although, the more I see you guys in action, the less worried I become."
Someone said his scythe was magical?
It is, as is his cloak if you check.
Trox looks at he items at the others just shrugging. A scythe is not of use to him but maybe the cloak would be of use, who can tell.
"Rene, maybe you can make sense of these items?" Faywen suggests.
"True, I been round a fair bit. I mighta seen such a thing before." René acknowledged as he looked at the item Erond wasn't.
"Magical? I'm sure Erond and René can figure out what these things are. But, well, maybe I'll take a look too."
Just those two items.
Druamin explains that the scythe is a +1 weapon (nothing more). Rene agrees.
The cloak is a cloak of elvenkind, courtesy of Erond's knowledge.
"That scythe is probably worth a pretty penny," Faywen observes. "Shall we continue?"
"Yes Faywen. But before we go upstairs, let's look in these rooms." Druamin goes to the first room and opens the door to peek in.
Reynard will help check the rooms. As he does so, he pulls the mask he found the other day out of his pack "You know, may as well give this thing a shot. Might confuse them." he says, to no one in particular.
Then he puts on the mask.
The other rooms are empty of anything of use.