Karek will get some healing if there is any left? If not he drinks his Cure light Extract.
Folowing the others into the doorway and looking about with interest.
Karek will get some healing if there is any left? If not he drinks his Cure light Extract. [dice=Healing] 1d8 + 1;
Folowing the others into the doorway and looking about with interest.
Owen pulls Chotka aside.
"Our large friend seems to be bleeding from his... everything. Could you ask him if he'd like me to patch him up?"
Rikal is impressed by Groomahk's strength. Clearly, this Orc was a great and powerful warrior. They were fortunate to have one such as their ally.
Chotka translates for Groomahk, bidding him stand and be healed.
Groomahk pounds his bloodied chest and snarls. hah! groomahk Hegh jISuvvIpbe' pagh! porgh ghom muv ghaH! He bares his tusks, and seems ready to challenge Chotka. HoS groomahk pagh jey puj 'emDaq DIS nuv! But, then bares his neck to his war chief in submission, completely the ritual of defiance. He rubs more dirt into his wounds and then nods for the shaman to call upon the spirits. He seethes with anger and pent-up energy, eager to enter battle and spill more life-water upon the stones!
Hah! Groomahk no fear death! He will join the Destroyer's band!
The weak pins of the cave people are cannot defeat strong groomahk!
Freshly healed and swollen to massive size, Groomahk threw aside the doors at the far end of the metal tunnel and stepped into a fresh chamber. There he found a tangle of what seemed to have once been cages frames of metal bars sporting numerous holes. Among the bars, he saw bones laying about. Sometime living had died there, long ago.
He had only a moment to take in the scene before a pair of metal men rose from the rubble. They made babbling noises, the sound twisted by their metal forms and full of hissing and crackles.
The tubes over their shoulders, just like the one the sworn band fought in Torch, spun open and coughed out sprays of black strands at Groomahk.
You were loud. They were sleeping robots. We've all been there.
Two misses. Dammit. Even with the enlarge. Totally unfair.
Upon hearing the metal men speak, Karek feels a chill as he understands the words. He had never thought the language in his visions would escape into the real world, and be spoken by such abominations. Was he cursed? What had that foul brew done to him?
Angered, he looks at one of the creatures and lets forth a battle cry. To that robot, the cry is much louder and more powerful.
Owen approaches the monster warily, sword at the ready.
Owen stalked forward to Groomahk's side, blade bare and wary of the ways of metal men. Feeling a chill at his understanding the words of the tin horrors, Rikal made a piercing battle cry. Sparks shot from beneath the metal man's chestplate.
Immunity to any effect that requires a Fortitude save (unless the effect also works on objects, or is harmless).
I think what's intended here is that they be immune to the daze part of the spell, but not the damage since obviously you can damage objects. So be it.
made, 3 damage
Izzak strode forward, drawing forth his scythe and slashing at the metal man. The iron horror swiveled backwards, bending at its knees to slip out of his blade's reach.
On his initiative Karek will move in and strike the one Groomahk isn't fighting.
Groomahk roars and swings his mighty blood-letter in a powerful arc at the metal-man standing beside Izzak. Then, he turns back, bloodlust singing in his veins as he chomps down on the arm of the other metal man with his powerful jaws
With a roar, Groomakh swung his blood-letter in a powerful arc. The weapon glanced off the unnatural metal skin of his foe. Bloodlust singing, he then bit the same abomination. Cold metal filled his mouth, but his jaws could not dent it.
Karek followed up, moving on the steel horror that Groomakh hadn't pressed. He struck with his axe, but the curve of metal skin turned the blade so only the flat of it struck home.
The wounded metal man emitted a spray of silvery sparks and its sundered skin began to knit closed. The metal men spoke again:
Their pincers closed and they swung their metal arms at Karek and Groomahk. Groomahk's attacker slipped on loose debris, his arm flyign wide. Karek's came so near to contact that it stirred the warrior's hair.
Chotka, seeing the crowd about the metal men, invoked the spirits to guide the sworn band's arms.
Correction: Owen is up and we're into Round 2.
Owen sidesteps into position then grits his teeth and brings his sword around in a mighty blow.
Rikal will move to assist Groomahk on the one he is attacking, taking care to leap to avoid the creature's outstretched arms.
Owen sidled over and swung his blade in a steel arc. The metal man threw up an arm to deflect his blow, but Owen saw it in time and with a twist of his wrist brought his steel down on an vulnerable spot. The blade struck deep into the horror's innards, making it shoot sparks and leak strange fluids. The metal man spoke again.
Rikal leaped and dodged forward, coming up to Groomahk's side in a series of agile movements that left him well clear of the metal man's reaching pincers.
Izzak tried his scythe again, but even wounded the robot proved able to dodge his strike.
miss
I misread the robot ACs earlier. Fixed now.
Owen's robot slayer bonus wasn't factored into his attack roll. It's just enough, with flanking, to make a hit. :)
Once more, the strength of Groo's blood burns within him. He gives a mighty roar, shaking the cancer with fury of the Thunderer himself as he uses the gift of the Blood God of his people! Foam drops from his tusks and his thews bulge with power. He swings his might sword in a powerful overhanded chop, even as he turns around and clamps his mighty jaws about the other metal-man's arm wth crushing force!
On the southern metalman
On the northern metalman
Once more, the strength of Groo's blood burns within him. He gives a mighty roar, shaking the cancer with fury of the Thunderer himself as he uses the gift of the Blood God of his people! Foam drops from his tusks and his thews bulge with power. He swings his might sword in a powerful overhanded chop, even as he turns around and clamps his mighty jaws about the other metal-man's arm wth crushing force!
** spoiler omitted **
Groomahk cut one of the metal men neatly in twain. It spat sparks and fluid as its halves fell and went dark. He wheeled on the other, seized it in both hands, and bit its throat through. With a heave, he dragged most of the abomination's innards from their skin and threw them on the ground where they sparked and died.
Groo holds the ruined metal-man above his head an roars in triumph. His tongue darts out and he laps up its life as it rains down upon his shoulders. When he is done, coated in battle-sweat, he rips through the creature, searching for its heart. Not finding one, he snarls in rage and tosses the ruined thing to the side. Then, he turns to the other metalman and rips through it as well searching for a heart and licking its blood from his hands.
He roars again in triumph, crushing what remains of its head beneath his foot and slamming his fist to his chest before taking hand to the sliding doors and shoving them to the side
Groomahk found himself in a small chamber with strange machines to either side. They had metal faces made of tubes, marked by strange snouts aimed to the center of the room. More doors stood beyond.
Groomahk snorts and stomps into the next room. The battle-sweat of the metalmen steams on his muscled hide. He grips the doors and pulls them to the idea again.
Groomahk found a tunnel through stone on the other side of the metal wall. It went a short way before opening into a much wider space. A few feet past the door lay the body of a creature of flesh with purple tentacles and a shell of white rock.
Groomahk will not suffer a straw death! He readies himself for battle, covered in the life of the metal-men, he growls softly and stalks through the twisting hall to the creature. He pokes it with the point of his steel wound-hoe.
Groomahk will not suffer a straw death! He readies himself for battle, covered in the life of the metal-men, he growls softly and stalks through the twisting hall to the creature. He pokes it with the point of his steel wound-hoe.
It did not react.
Groomahk snarled and stomped into deeper into the room.
Owen feels a long forgotten thrill of satisfaction as he and his battle companions smashed the metal monsters to pieces. The purity of purpose that fills him in this moment is worth wading through any number of ankle biting critters.
He hurries to keep up with the destructive force of nature that is Groomahk.
The battle against those metal men ended, Rikal briefly pokes through the rubble before following Groomahk down the hallway. Upon seeing the purple fleshy creature, he takes care to examine it from a distance to determine what it is.
The battle against those metal men ended, Rikal briefly pokes through the rubble before following Groomahk down the hallway. Upon seeing the purple fleshy creature, he takes care to examine it from a distance to determine what it is.
[dice=Perception]1d20+4
Karek ambles up besides Rikal. And shrugs cluelessly.
"I've not seen such a creature. Is it perhaps playing at being dead to ambush us?"
"Stab it and see?" Is Kareks helpful suggestion.
Groomahk, turns back to the rest of the sworn band. Unsure of what's going on, or why they waited, he marches over to the snail creature and stabs it with his sword
Groomahk, turns back to the rest of the sworn band. Unsure of what's going on, or why they waited, he marches over to the snail creature and stabs it with his sword
Groomahk's blade pierced the dead flesh with ease. The strange creature reacted not at all.
"Seems dead enough to me. Let's move on."
Groomahk raors in response and stalks deeper into the room
The sworn band pressed on, coming out of the tunnel and into a vast cavern. A cold desert valley spread wide before them, the roof lost beyond the reach of even orcish vision. Here and there strange, spiked shells and oddly-shaped, long dead plants stuck through the sand. Rough cliffs formed the walls, spreading out to either side
Chotka looked about and sniffed the air. "This is a strange place. Too open for inside, but the air is too calm for outside, I do not like it. Does anyone see the tracks of my brothers?" Chotka asked as he began to search the sand before him.
Karek joins in the search.
Karek joins in the search. [dice=Survival] 1d20 + 4;
A careful search revealed a trail leading out into the valley, some of which may be the trod of orcs.
Karek indicates the tracks to the others.
Water Breathing Timer 3:10
Groomahk snarls and presses on deeper into the cavern.
Rikal looks at the tracks and says to the others, "Let's follow them for a bit. We may find others of Chotka's tribe."
He follows Groomahk into the cavern.
Chotka nodded and hurried after Groomahk before he got too far ahead.