Harry will try, being trained in it, despite being armored
Fumbus offers a hand.
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The door is shoved open without much trouble, pushing small rocks, cooking implements, and shanks of meat away. This long room has several stone slabs jutting from the west wall at multiple heights, each larger than a wagon. Furs and bedrolls upon these slabs mark them as bunks for giants. The south end of the room contains a large wooden table and a few stools.
On the highest of the bunks lies another frost giant. He is surprisingly thin for his kind, hair, beard, and eyes white with blue highlights. This one is actually asleep, rising and falling in time with heavy snores.
"Another dead one?" Fumbus says, surprised. "Or soon to be?"
Easy there Fumbus, you wake him you don't know what will happen, you talking about killing a giant in a quick amount of time which could fail. Besides what if he is a good giant?
"You think he's a 'good giant'?" Fumbus asks, Harry.
The goblin walks quietly up to the slumped form of the giant, lying on the bunk. "I don't know..." the goblin ponders aloud. "He looks like he could still be alive to me."
The bat known as Miladistra lands and reverts to her elven self. "Uh, so someone died outside and he didn't even notice?"
She tries to identify the kind of giant and their general disposition.
Harry decides to get to the far end of the room before Fumbus decides to attack the giant, he wants to be out of sight.
Thorax grabs two shanks of meat. He puts one in his backpack, and snacks on the other by slicing off pieces with his dogslicer.
"It's cold. Could use tzatziki sauce."
He then wanders over to check out the snoring giant.
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Zordox casts Detect Magic and examines the room and the giant.
"I do not like zis. Zomething is not right here."
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The giant's behavior at the moment doesn't seem out of the ordinary - he's just sleeping. Not waking up to this moderate noise, admittedly.
Zordox detects a faint aura of magic everywhere he pans his sight. Not the sort that accompanies a weak spell, but more akin to some incredibly powerful ritual with a constant effect. He isn't able to tell exactly how it works or what it does, however.
"Eet zeems zere ees a very powerful ritual taking place zomewhere in zis complex. Let us leave zis giant for now. I do not zink we will be able to disturb it in zee first place. We should find what zis ritual ees about. I have a feeling eet might be why zat dead giant was zere for so long."
Arkandru snaps out of his reverie and nods at Zordox's suggestion. He casts Heroism on himself, and draws his greatsword.
"I agree," the big man says. "I vonder if the reason he is so thin is that he has been sleeping for an unnaturally long time."
He notices Trofimir sniffing around the frozen, aged meat. "Come along, Trofimir. It vill be there vhen ve are done."
Thorax hops off the bunk and heads around the corner next to Harry, meat and dogslicer in hand.
Fumbus eyes the vial of alchemist's fire his hands, then looks at the others as they walk away.
"So, no toasty, warm bed for the giant?" he asks rhetorically, his shoulders slumping in disappointment, as he follows the others.
"This place strange. I don't like it. Save fire for building."
Harry moves forward through the door in case that next door is stuck.
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The team decides not to murder the sleeping giant (for now) and moves on. The way out opens to the backside of the southern double door, and a new hallway. This hall contains overlapping carvings of wolves, lions, and dragons in restful repose. It seems like a long passage, but you can hear several...somethings moving about further down!
Harry will cast Wall of fire hearing those sounds as protection, giving them a narrow opening if something is around the corner. He shortens it 5 feet, instead of taking it to the wall in case someone wants to hide on the other side of the fire.
That spell won't last long, can someone please move up to the end of that corner.
Trained
Thorax stares in awe of the fire.
Miladistra shrugs. With the wall blocking her sight, she pulls out her crossbow and simply waits for the oncoming storm...
Thorax double moves near the edge of the wall and readies his dogslicer to slash at the first hostile that comes into sight.
Zordox looks at the carvings in the hall and uses his Society skill to attempt to decipher them.
Since he has no idea about the carvings, he turns his attention towards the Giants and tries his luck there.
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"Oh! Hello!" Miladistra lowers her crossbow.
Oh, what kind of wolves are these?
"I hope you're not the type to kill first and ask questions later. Maybe we could talk it out? One of your giants is taking a long nap. And another is taking a much longer nap..."
Miladistra prepares to cast Stinking Cloud if the enemy makes a hostile action. Honestly she'd rather try Diplomacy but no one has been in the talkative mood today!
"I hope you're not the type to kill first and ask questions later."
"Oh. Sorry."
Thorax will cancel his readied action, and the Attack of Opportunity.
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One of the giants looks ready to fling an axe at Miladistra for her temerity. The other, however, nudges her partner and mutters something in Jotun. "Naps? What did you do to them? Or perhaps they're asleep," she says in Common. "If that's the case, they can be roused. Just give 'em a good shake. Considering your haste to attack in our realm, the least you could do is wake them up."
This giant clearly has an ulterior motive, and wants you to wake up any sleeping giants.
"We didn't put anyone to sleep. But there's a big guy in the room over there, just fast asleep. Another giant outside has been dead for months. You didn't notice that?" Miladistra seems incredulous.
"And Winter Wolves, what about you? Did you see anything?" She addresses the wolves directly. "Come on, I know you can talk to us. I'd rather not get buried in your frosty clouds."
Assuming she can get everyone to calm down for 1 minute, she will attempt to parley with the giant who spoke to her.
Arkandru holds his sword over one shoulder in a relaxed but ready stance. "Vy should ve vake up this sleeping giant? Vere I come from, ve have sayings about 'not vaking a sleeping giant' and 'let sleeping giants lie.' Ve vill not ignore this folk wisdom lightly."
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The giants don't look inclined to reply to Miladistra's question. The wolves, huffing slowly in preparation for a fight, aren't speaking at all despite the ability. One shakes its head a little.
Arkrandu doesn't recall much beyond what was talked over before setting out: Thremyr often slumbers, but when awake, a small few giants kowtow before him while most scramble out of his way. He isn't known to be merciful to anything, even his worshipers.
"You should," one giant rumbles, the opposite of Arkrandu's calm, "Because you burst in here unannounced and unwelcome. Might even have killed the giant you mentioned. It would help your case to show us a courtesy. Or you could just go the way it seems you wanted to all along, what with that fire. Well, want to fight, get this over with?"
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Thorax tightens his grip on the magical blade in his hand.
"You want to fight? Say no more!
We be Goblins! We fight galore!
We already killed the one outside,
With you four, that'll make five!"
Miladistra grunts. "I finally meet someone to talk to, and it turns out you want blood. No one say I didn't try."
Miladistra casts Stinking Cloud and prepares for needless bloodshed.
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The aggressors shrug as if they figured a fight was coming, then are put off balance by the cloud more than hurt. The wolves spring into action, one trying to pass through the wall and getting stabbed twice for the tactic. The other one doesn't have the room or desire to do so and stays in the dangerous heat to breathe ice.
22-31: 14
13-21:
12-: 56
"Here comes the ice!"
Miladistra recoils from the frosty blast.
"For the record, I did try to calm ya down."
Harry pulls out his wand of 4th level acid arrows, spend a resonance point to activate the wand for the day and try to hit the blue wolf vs TAC acid damage he will take 1d8 persistent acid damage.
Arkandru's frown deepens. "Nothing we have seen or heard since we arrived here makes any sense, but fighting giants and wolves, that I understand. Prepare to meet your fates, Jotuns!"
Arkandru strides forward twice, then strikes at the pink wolf with his greatsword.
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Miladistra retreats, then casts Tempest Surge upon the green-tinted wolf, spending a Spell Point in the process.
It deals Electric damage to the wolf
"Bad dog! Bad bad dog! Lay down!"
Zordox uses Telekinetic Projectile to fling two stone shards at the wolf. He wants to save his spells for more than one wolf.
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Seeing the big "dog" through the flames, Fumbus feels an intense, ancestral anger seething within him. He moves toward the beast.
Then hurls a vial of alchemist's fire at the immense canine.
Then, he reaches for his blade.
"THIS is what it was made for!" Fumbus says as he waves his dogslicer.
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Standing in the midst of a raging fire, being on fire, and an incredibly accurate throw by Fumbus, all while being vulnerable to flame, have not done this wolf wonders. Even on its last legs, though, it unleashes a mighty offensive of frost breath and snapping jaws. "Thremyr will see you wiped out," it roars.
22-31: 17
13-21:
12-: 70
Fumbus takes 5 less damage than listed either way, as it's cold. Thorax treats the 22-31 as 32+ thanks to Evasion.
...Before it succumbs to the flames everywhere and keels over. And not in a conducive place to do so, although a warm one.
"Mmm smells like homemade hushed puppies!"
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*sigh* "Now the wolf talks."
Fumbus avoids the foul frost! Nevertheless, the goblin's shoulders slump.
"Fumbus never got to slice the dog with the dogslicer," he laments.