Round 1, Init 8 {K37 > K38}
"Egads! We ask for Saint Baldric and get you?"
"Look out, I think he's surrounded by a stinking cloud!"
Dr. Toffitt feels a moment of panic rush through him, but breathes and channels it into a controlled rage . He holds his breath, grateful to have trained his lungs to need so little air.
AC: 19 (+4 dex from rage)
HP: 19/19
Weapon Equipped = Rapier
Shield Equipped = Buckler
Mutagen: unused (+4 Dex, +2 AC, -2 Will, 10 minute duration)
Controlled Rage: 1/4 rounds used
Elixirs:
- Shield
- empty slot
He then strikes out at the ogre.
He curses in Giant as his rapier strikes true. "I suggest making room for Finneas to embiggen and stand arears.. He's a much fairer giant than this hankwart."
*Edit* For now, though, I'll make room for Silfr or Glimmil. He steps back to K38.
Round 1
Silfir (synth)(L,39) = 20 - Still to act
Dyrant (K,42) = 16 - Hexes ogre - ogre fails; moves to K,42
Finneas (L,37) = 15 - Misses
Toffit (K,38) = 8 - Stabs for 9 damage and moves to K,38
Ogre ⇒ (9 damage; -2 to on attacks for 7 rounds) 8
Atol (L,38) = 7
Glimmil/Cog (K,39)= 5
"Let me get it's attention! These bigguns hit hard!" Glimmil looks on with worry at Finneas.
"Come on, Coggy!"
Handle Animal (Ride DC10):
As Glimmil and Cog ride up to where the doctor stood, Glimmil looks up at the large snarling humanoid.
"You! You look like a big sissy who couldn't hit a gnome if you tried!"
Hopefully the ogre realizes I'm talking to him and Finneas doesn't think my taunt was meant for him!
Glimmil Attack (hammer, defensively):
Glimmil Damage (hammer):
Cog Attack (bite):
Cog Damage:
Cog Trip:
Round 1, Initiative 12, Location L 40
Weapon Equipped = Cudgel & Wand of Cure Light Wounds
Conditions = none
Channel Energy Left: 7/7
Resistant Touch Left: 8/8
Strength Surge Left: 6/8
Cleric Spells Remaining:
0) Create Water, Guidance, Light, Purify Food & Drink
1) Bless, Bless, Command, Protection from Evil, Remove Fear
Atol touches Finneas with the strength of St. Cuthbert*, "Go get him!" and then moves to L 40 to make room for the fighters to engage.
Silfr will delay until there is space he can move and attack.
If that opening appears or there is general movement, here is the attack roll:
Greatsword
Greatsword 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26
Greatsword
Round 1
Dyrant (K,42) = 16 - Hexes ogre 1d20+6 - ogre fails; moves to K,42
Finneas (L,37) = 15 - Misses
Toffit (K,38) = 8 - Stabs for 9 damage and moves to K,38
Silfir (synth)(L,37) = 8 - Delays and then moves to L37 and hits ogre for 13 (or more if he confirms crit)
Ogre ⇒ (22 damage w/o crit; -2 to on attacks for 7 rounds) 8
Atol (L,40) = 7 - Strength surge to Finneas
Elemental (L,39) - Emerges from wall and misses Glimmil
Glimmil/Cog (K,39)(19 damage) = 5 - Misses
Dyrant brings St. Cuthbert's curse down upon the ogre and then retreats back. Finneas fails in his first attempt as the rear guard, but Toffitt takes advantage of the situation and stabs the ogre well before creating space. Silfir steps up and strikes the ogre hard.
The ogre rages, "Food is not supposed to bite back," and swings his falchion at Silifr, but misses.
Atol gives Finneas a surge of strength and backs away from the ogre.
Glimmil waits for an opening, but then a new target emerges. The earth elemental steps out of the wall and swings at him. Glimmil and Cog fight back, but both miss.
- Silfir or Finneas
- At Finneas, miss
- Glimmil, Atol, Toffitt
- At Glimmil
Round 2
Dyrant = 16
Finneas = 15
Toffit = 8
Silfir (synth) = 8
Ogre ⇒ 8
Atol = 7
Glimmil = 5
Earth Elemental = 2
Round 2, Init 8 {K38 > L 38}
AC: 19 (+4 dex from rage)
HP: 19/19
Weapon Equipped = Rapier
Shield Equipped = Buckler
Mutagen: unused (+4 Dex, +2 AC, -2 Will, 10 minute duration)
Controlled Rage: 2 of 4 rounds used
Elixirs:
- Shield
- empty slot
Dr. Toffitt continues to let his rage burn at a slow steady heat. He steps into a flanking position with Atol.
"Father, either arm yourself or step back to make room for Glimmil." He readies to strike out at the earth elemental once either Glimmil or Atol are granting him a flank bonus.
Round 2, Init 16
Dyrant will repeat his baleful glare at the ogre, this time to reduce AC. DC 15 Will save, -2 to AC for 7 rounds or 1 round with save.
"You are weak in the face of St. Cuthbert's presence!"
"You are weak in the face of St. Cuthbert's presence!"
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Round 2 Initiative 15 {L,37}
HP = 17
AC = 17
Weapon Equipped = Greatsword
Speed = 20'
Oracle Spells Left (CL 1, +4 melee touch, +0 ranged touch):
1 5/5 Divine Favor, Shield of Faith, Cure Light Wounds, Enlarge Person
Status Effects = None
"Thank you Atol."
Finneas cuts well into the ogre, but it still stands. "This food has some spice!" The party begins to get the idea that something is not quite right here.
Round 2, Initiative 12, Location L 40
Weapon Equipped = Cudgel & Wand of Cure Light Wounds
Conditions = none
Channel Energy Left: 7/7
Resistant Touch Left: 8/8
Strength Surge Left: 7/8
Cleric Spells Remaining:
0) Create Water, Guidance, Light, Purify Food & Drink
1) Bless, Bless, Command, Protection from Evil, Remove Fear
Atol doesn't like the way this combat is shaping up. New combatants coming through the very walls!
Atol attacks the Elemental... to aid Glimmil.
Round 2, Init 5 (K,39)
Glimmil's assault on the ogre is cut short by the re-emergence of the statue-man. Instead, he commands Cog to turn and face the new adversary.
"Grr, let's get 'em, boy!"
The gnome works to guide Cog to attack, but it takes most of his effort as the dog is unused to fighting such unusual creatures.
Fight with mount (Ride DC10):
Cog Attack (bite):
Cog Damage (bite):
Cog Trip:
Round 2, init 8
Finneas cuts well into the ogre, but it still stands. "This food has some spice!" The party begins to get the idea that something is not quite right here.
Silfr will try and pin down what does not seem right about this ogre. Does it show wounds from our attacks, does it cause a reflection in the polished smooth stone of the walls, floor and ceiling? Specifically, is it an illusion?
Will save
Assuming it seems real enough, he will attack again and see how it fairs.
Greatsword
AC 19 (touch 11, flat 18), CMD 16, F +3, R +1, W +6
3/3 spells, 1/1 smite (smite AC +5)
1 hour mage armor, 1 scroll remains
Finneas and Silfir hack at the ogre and it finally falls. "I don't want to be food..." The earth elemental strikes out once more, finally clobbering Toffitt, and 5' steps into the wall. It does not return this time.
- @ Toffitt
- cleave, miss
Assuming detect magic is cast, the ogre radiates moderate transmutation magic and appears to have been polymorphed from something else. The ogre has the large falchion and two different iron keys.
Just a little info to allow for things to progress. This hallway turns right and ends in 20'. I'm guessing someone will find the secret door there.
Seeing the grievous wound on Dr. Toffitt, Atol steps up and heals him first
Cure Light Wounds for
Cure Light Wounds for
Then he gives Silfr another shot to bring him up as well.
Cure Light Wounds for
Silfr is ready to see where this secret passage leads. He will give the keys to Atol for safe keeping.
"Thank you, my friend, for your continued healing. Would you kindly consider instructing your lapsed clerical compatriot in these divine arts, so he may contribute to our general success? While I do not begrudge his religious fervor, our efforts would be magnified if he could channel it into powerful effects on our opponents. Perhaps you could teach him spells that strike these foes with a fear of St. Cuthbert, and so confound their ability to attack us, or properly defend themselves. Such powers are not as flashy as a quick blade, but have a multiplicative effect on our own efforts, and so become as strong as us all combined. Certainly such power would appeal to his vanity, and it would aid our mission as well."
"Well done my friends. We make the very earth itself quake in fear, and together fell mighty giants. Well, seemingly mighty giants that are apparently something else. A goblin become ogre, perhaps? Though I am not sure that goblins can appreciate spices..."
"Thank you especially, kind Atol. You have helped keep us in excellent health despite many bruising blows. And thank you for offering your aid to Glimmil. Such cooperation inspires me."
Dr. Toffitt will examine the ogre's body for signs of its true origins. He will take samples intended to help him understand the properties of whatever transformed it.
Atol looks around uncomfortably.
"Doctor, I'm merely administering the wand we've all paid for. Glad to be of service! I feel like we're really getting somewhere today - and still fresh. The extra preparation was a good idea."
Silfr considered giving the heavy iron keys to steel plated Glimmil, but froze his hand as Cog gives him a mournful look with those large, empathetic eyes, which seem to ask "Must you add to my burden, with your trinkets?"
After a long moment, he passed the keys to Atol.
"I'm glad it went down without hurting us. I wish I could use that falchion."
If only I were bigger all the time.
Finneas scans his surroundings warily, more convinced than ever that being on rearguard is worthy position.
Dyrant will check out the door at O,36...smelling as he goes.
Is this where that thing came from?
Continuing their conversation before the attack, Glimmil tries to correct Toffitt.
"No, no. Saint Baldric is a breed of dog! He's not a saint-saint. Although I suppose the name could have come from a man who was a saint?"
Glimmil strokes his imaginary beard for a moment before changing topics completely.
"The 'Baldrics were well known for climbing up to the highest mountain peaks in snow storms with a small keg of whiskey around their necks. They're frequently used to find folks who are lost and bring them a stiff drink to warm their bones."
Glimmil eyes Dyrant wondering if he's lost, needs a stiff drink, or a new saint to hear his prayers.
"I thought baldrics kept your pants up. Or were they actors? I forget."
Glimmil eyes Dyrant wondering if he's lost, needs a stiff drink, or a new saint to hear his prayers.
Dyrant ignores the dog talk (he likes dogs...he remembers saving Cog's life when we fought against the Grell) and continues to follow the source of the odor...or the room near O36, whatever comes first.
Dyrant will check out the door at O,36...smelling as he goes.
Is this where that thing came from?
A putrid stench fills your nostrils. The rectangular chamber beyond is splattered wall-to-wall with filth, bile, bones, and other disgusting remains. Although the room contains no furnishings per se, some of the older refuse has hardened into a crude chair, and an iron chest rests half-buried in a small mound of dung in the southeast corner.
Dr. Toffitt will examine the ogre's body for signs of its true origins. He will take samples intended to help him understand the properties of whatever transformed it.
It is nothing you recognize.
Dyrant will softly tell the others what he sees, then cast Detect Magic.
"A chest...shall we move it to the 'secret' room next to the elevator? Or leave it? You may want to plug your nose before going in."
"Try conversing with it, first," Silfr says with a smile.
"Well Dyrant if you can't convince the chest to come to us I'll go to it, I'm used to worse. We should wait until we find the orphans though, I don't think anyone is going to come looking for that chest."
There could be something in there to help with the orphans, but I doubt it.
Dyrant will softly tell the others what he sees, then cast Detect Magic.
You detect no magic.
Dyrant moves on.
Dozens of forged weapons are neatly arrayed on four wrought-iron weapon racks standing in the middle of this floor. Pushed against the east wall are two tables covered with suits of armor. Characters who search this room find the following equipment:
• 2Medium-size chain shirts (worth 100 gp)
• 2 Medium-size suits of banded mail (worth 250 gp each)
• A Medium-size suit of half-plate (worth 600 gp)
• 2 spiked gauntlets (worth 5 gp)
• A masterwork greataxe (worth 320 gp)
• 15 shortspears (worth 1 gp each)
• 10 throwing axes (worth 8 gp each)
• 10 handaxes (worth 6 gp each)
• 5 battleaxes (worth 10 gp each)
• 5 heavy picks (worth 8 gp each)
• 4 warhammers (worth 12 gp each)
"I was speaking in jest, Glimmil. Perhaps there was truly a Saint Baldric. If so, no doubt he would be a great comfort to some of our friends. Casks of whiskey sound preferable to cudgels, to be sure. Perhaps he was an aspect of Olidammara... My goodness that odor is most foul."
Dr. Toffitt takes out his chirurgeon's mask and spends several moments inhaling through it deeply. He then hangs it on a hook of his belt, keeping it at the ready.
I'd rather not breath at all as long as this stench is about us. And I have had enough of discussing saints.
He follows after the others, remaining alert for trouble. The ioun stone warbles about his head, casting shadows this way and that.
"Glimmil, perhaps you can open the chest before we proceed? It would not take long."
Silfr looks thoughtfully at the Doctor's illuminating satellite.
I had an IOUN stone, once....
"I suggest the secret door in the armory. Perhaps even grander weapons await. We would be advised to recall this room should we ever need to arm kidnap Cauldron denizens."
Dyrant look up at the heavens, praying for patience.
"Silfr, did you not give Atol iron keys? Mayhaps one of them will open the chest in the quarters from which it emerged?"
Silfr gestures to Atol with an open palm. "Indeed I did."
"I certainly can Silfr!"
Glimmil hops off Cog and leans over to inspect and open the chest.
Perception (for traps on chest):
Finneas looks at the armory with obvious lust and appreciation in his eyes. Running his hands over the finely crafted greataxe he sheathes his sword and picks it up. Turning to the half-plate he taps it with his hand.
"I'll use this axe for now, it's not the weapon of Kord but it will strike as well until I find a better sword. If you wouldn't mind helping me Silfr this half-plate will provide me with better protection than my own banded mail."
"I certainly can Silfr!"
Glimmil hops off Cog and leans over to inspect and open the chest.
The chest appears safe to Glimmil. He spends several minutes and bends a couple spoons in his attempts, but the lock will not open for him. Sounds of repeated facepalms echo from the hallway.
"I have the keys? Oh, I see. Let me dig them up then."
Atol digs through his pack looking for some keys that apparently he put in there just moments ago. After a little digging he finds them and joins Glimmil. He carefully tries each key in the lock.
What a foul stench. Would it be that St. Cuthbert would grant us Prestidigitation!
Atol wades through the garbage. He takes a step and is sure something is grabbing onto his leg, but looks down to see it is only the hide of some mangled animal. He kicks it off and gets to the chest. He inserts the key, turns the key and opens the chest to find a pile of copper and silver along with two deep green spinels. (5,990 cp and 2,248 sp to be exact).
Atol shifts the wealth into his sack and quickly wades back out of the room. There he spends a couple minutes with create water carefully cleaning himself off before proceeding, damply, into the next room.
"shlup, shlup, shlup"