"Maybe we should let it go?"
"Don't be bloody daft, our Macmorr."
"Troubled though this forest may be, I will not loose upon it the abominable mutation before us. That which never should have been created ought to be destroyed."
"This pig'll be the death of me."
Ghadmyr calls forth the powers of nature to assist the heroes, whilst Healaugh uses his almighty foghorn voice to be very rude.
Macmoor shoves past Ddraig and runs pell-mell over the fallen tree, leaping from the trunk to deliver a devasting blow to the creature, which staggers from a horrible wound.
The barbarian's magical boots then allow him to leap away from the storm.
Initiative
Ynyr 9
White Boar 7 - Macmoor on boar duty.
Ddraig 21
Bulette Mutation 20 BLOODIED -2 to attacks (eoDdraignt)
Ghadmyr 17
Healaugh 17
Macmoor 12
Paddling across the waterlogged floor, Ynyr squints through the door at the bulette and throws his dagger at it.
"Better not let it run off now, had we."
The lovestruck tinker uses his magic to throw a dagger at the departing beast.
Initiative
White Boar 7 - Macmoor on boar duty.
Ddraig 21
Bulette Mutation 20 BLOODIED, next ally to attack gets +2 to attack roll to hit it (eoYnyrnt), -2 to attacks (eoDdraignt)
Ghadmyr 17
Healaugh 17
Macmoor 12
Ynyr 9
Ddraig moves then charges the Bulette:
Charge at Bulette: (1d20+11=30, 1d8+5=8)
"You shall not elude us!"
The boar charges through the doorway, smashing the creature into a nearby tree. Horrid smelling fruit rains down on the mutated bulette. It is clearly on its last legs as it blearily gets up and belches fire over those nearest.
Initiative
Ghadmyr 17
Healaugh 17
Macmoor 12
Ynyr 9
White Boar 7
Ddraig 21
Bulette Mutation 20 BLOODIED
"Come on now, our Brigid-lass. Don't be letting us down."
Healaugh mutters a quick invocation to the only deity he has any truck with.
"Gurt pile of useless leavings," he bellows at the remains of the bulette.
Unfortunately, Brigid appears to have her mind on other things. Healaugh shrugs and maintains Macmorr's protective shield.
Ghadmyr moves into position and calls down more primal wrath upon the bulette.
Healaugh and Macmoor are equally ineffective against the beast, and it ignores the stormy power and bellowed insults.
Initiative
Macmoor 12
Ynyr 9
White Boar 7
Ddraig 21
Bulette Mutation 20 BLOODIED
Ghadmyr 17
Healaugh 17
Ynyr shakes his head and rolls something small across the ground towards the bulette. A short-lived but dazzling explosion follows.
Ynyr's lightning is not exact;y frightening to the bulette, which stands bloody but unbowed. Or a bit bowed.
"This is very distressing. Maybe Macmorr can bring an end to this creature do you think? Most un-natural, do you know."
"DIE, DAMMIT!"
Macmoor's axe bounces off the scales of their foe, as the heroes find themselves running out of luck at the last hurdle.
Initiative
White Boar 7 - Rosey to control
Ddraig 21
Bulette Mutation 20 BLOODIED
Ghadmyr 17
Healaugh 17
Macmoor 12
Ynyr 9
The boar backs up and then charges, joining the ranks of those who miss in fine style.
"I HATE THAT THING!"
Ddraig hacks again at the Bulette:
Enfeebling Strike on Bulette, using Divine Strength: (1d20+9=20, 1d8+4+4=13)
The Boar and Ddraig try to finish the beast off, but it is too resilient.
Initiative
Bulette Mutation 20 BLOODIED
Ghadmyr 17
Healaugh 17
Macmoor 12
Ynyr 9
White Boar 7
Ddraig 21
As if aware that its end is delayed, the beast lashes out at Macmoor
Initiative
Ghadmyr 17
Healaugh 17
Macmoor 12 Bloodied?
Ynyr 9
White Boar 7
Ddraig 21
Bulette Mutation 20 BLOODIED
"C'mon our Brigid-lass, we've had a bloody-nuff of this," mutters Healaugh under his breath before turning his voice up full throttle.
"Back to the boiling vats that birthed you, you useless pile of mutant body-parts."
Ever capricious, Brigid hears the fervent prayers of her halfling worshipper.
His voice tuned to the power of magic, the halfling curses the monster and it spasms horribly, and collapses dead, oozing horrid fluid.
With the defeat of the creature, the white boar begins to glow ever brighter from within. It falls to the ground, and for a split second a glowing humanoid shape rises up from the body and dissolves towards the west. Before it finally disappears it smiles at the heroes, and then is gone.
"There's reet strange."
Healaugh tries to work out what he's just seen.
Still in shock from the bulette's demise, he can make little sense of the rest of the happenings.
Was anything left behind from the transformation?
Also, does the transformative magic resemble anything natural or fey? Nature
Ynyr polishes his monocle and does little better.
Ghadmyr has heard stories of spirits sent by the gods that can inhabit the bodies of magical beasts, such as a boar or stag. Perhaps the heroes have witnessed just such a thing.
"Can't rightly say what were happening there, but leastways we can prove boar's gone. Tidy that."
Healaugh looks thoughtfully at the body. "Happen were another god, like."
Ghadmyr shares his knowledge.
What time of day is it?
"Well possibly and maybe not and who is to say when things are so mysteriously arrayed and I am asking - no - I am begging you, Healaugh, not to be finding another deity to worship as we are in enough trouble often because of your Brigid as things stand."
It is now early evening.
Healaugh ignores his friend's plea and cuts a small piece of hair from the fallen boar.
"For memory, like," he says respectfully before leaping to his feet.
"Lass. Best be sure Yarra's not harmed."
"Bloody hell!" Macmorr leans on his axe, exhausted as his rage ends. "Some pig!"
"Sing a song of resting,
A pocketful of pie,
Sing of song of resting,
All the bad's gone by,
With the monster fallen,
Birds begin to cheep,
Everyone is better now,
Let's have a little sleep."
Healaugh bellows the familiar incantation over his shoulder.
Ghadmyr's pointy ears perk up. "Something stirs to the northeast."
"Right, I've got my breath back, let's go."
Macmorr hefts his axe.
Ghadmyr carefully approaches the source of the sound.
Ghadmyr heads north east to a still, scummy pool, that has recently been churned by its inhabitants. Crocodiles.
They start moving towards him...
"Get back here tha gurt nitwit."
Ghadmyr backs away steadily...
The druid backs away, but the crocodiles continue to move closer. They seem to be intent on the fresh bodies left by the recent battle.
Ynyr looks a little wild-eyed.
"Perhaps we could push the bulette in their direction do you think? We should be keeping the boar corpse for evidence, do you see."
"I'm inclined to agree tinkerer." Swiftly, Ghadmyr gives the bulette a shove in the direction of the crocs.
The druid gives the bulette a shove.
It doesn't move.
He may need a bit of help.
"Ddraig? Macmorr? Could you be lending us some assistance do you think?"
Ynyr puts his shoulder to the bulette.
Ddraig lends his rather large bulk to the effort.
"Wouldn't it be better if Ghadmyr just led them to the bullette. I mean, it's pretty big."