Kingmaker: Varnhold Vanishing (Inactive)

Game Master BloodWolven

Quince facepalms, "No bonus to being openminded today." He looks to Kendryl, "Jorne is overprotective," he smirks ribbing Jorne a bit, "but I trust him on this one. Probably shouldn't fly down. If they eat people . . . we can't just pull them out. Leaving them to starve is just cruel."

Quince looks at Jorne, "Well yeah I would called them mud elementals to but the Varnhold team had them listed as mud men. I mean I saw a sketch of one in the records . . . but its nice to be chastised by a two head giant about species classification." He smiles amused at the absurdity of the situation.

"or ... if we give me a minute, I could cast a Tongues spell, and fly part of the way down, AND hover, yep, I can do that, so that we could have a better negotiation to maybe help and also maybe not get eaten. AND maybe get 2 ettins to work with the Hill Giant in the Reeve Corp ... or whatever we call it here. What do we think? I am AMAZING at hovering, even while shouting ;)"

Quince nods, "Give it a try. We are here if they try tossing things at you. Stay above them. Things might get very warm on their level. If they are as treacherous as they seem."

Quince looks at Lykan curiously. ”Something is different.”

"I somehow have a bond with the land and it's trying to reward me though the effects are somewhat not stable." he explains even as the others expressed their joy about sharing the outdoors. Something he could relate too.

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Back to Ettin or Mud People or Mud trolls.

"Perhaps we are not asking the correct questions." The red haired druid points out as he begins asking his own questions. Proving that he too had picked up the languages of giants.

"You said you've being there for some time. How exactly did you get into this predicament and how many of you were in there? We need to know as we devise a way to get you out. So any answers you give us would be helpful like from where you came from?"

“If anyone can make me fly then I could come with you and provide support with my bow in case they start hurling stones?!“ the silent Warpriest says.

"if only I could transform into an EarthPig ... I bet we could sort this right out!"

Rolling a few SMs as Vesi converses with the ettins.

Sense motive: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (11) + 16 = 27
Sense motive: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (16) + 16 = 32
Sense motive: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (19) + 16 = 35

"We have food we can share, and we can try to help you get out. Just please don't try to eat us, alright? Can you climb trees?" Vesi shouts down the hole again, then an idea seems to occur to them.

"Is there water down there that bothers you? I can try to make that go away, at least for a while."

The druid turns to the others, while also scanning their surroundings, lowering their voice to a normal level. "If them trying to get out made the sinkhole bigger, the edge of it may not be able to support them when they do climb out, if they do. So we should try to figure something out for that situation. Unfortunately my magic cannot help with that, my affinity is with water, not earth."

If Kendryl flies down to negotiate, Vesi will cast enhanced diplomacy on him - +2 to one Diplomacy or Intimidate check.

Kendryl smiled as he cast the spell, he was ready for this. He had known there would be languages here in Avistan that he would need help with, but he had not thought Giant would be one of them. He also knew that he was going to have to try a little harder to help these Giants than the team was planning: it was funny that the non-flighted never seemed to think of flight as the answer


"Let me go down and tell them that we can rescue them; I think we can stand by on food. The answer here is to give them flight, and I can certainly cast 2 Fly spells if that is what we wish. The spells will not enable them to fly fast enough to catch me, but I will still need to touch them to transfer the magic to them. While I know this is the solution to their problem, they will retain the ability to fly for several minutes after they clear the boundry of the sink hole; we would want to be prepared for that."

Quince nods, "If in speaking with them letting them fly seems wise. . ." He trails off at the weirdness of the conversation.

So I see a lot of talking but no action. Waiting on you!

The clouds roll by giving shade from the afternoon summer sun.

Quince looks to Kendryl, "Go for it."

Kendryl nods, somber in this moment, possibly the most serious the group has seen him. He lifts off from where he is standing, floats to the center of the sinkhole, and begins to descend slowly.

Addressing the giants, "Well met my friends, I am coming down to rescue you. I need to ask you: will you give me your word not to harm my companions? We will make sure that there is food for you when you reach the surface again, but you must not act aggressively. Will you swear this?" Kendryl continues, "Once I have your promise, I will cast a spell on each of you that will allow you to fly, and then I will fly up ahead of you to inform everyone that I was succesful. To finish casting the spell, I will need to touch you to transfer the magic, please also let me know that you understand."

Let me know what rolls we need ... and if there is any response/concern

The responses are varied as they have been so far, but if you feed them then they won't have the need to have you for dinner. No rocks fly towards Kendryl as he descends and no massive limbs flail about. All but one swears to not harm the little ones, unless attacked and as long as they are fed they won't attack or eat anyth8ng with outasking. They nods and grunt positively. Once you are 40 feet down you see two hands stretched up with open palms. You can see that both ettins are trying to stand taller and wait for your touch.

Once the spell affects the first ettin he runs to one side of the sinkhole and slams into a pile of mud. Bringing forth a wagon covered in mud. Once they are both affected by the spell they follow Kendryl up out of the sinkhole. One of the ettins holds a massive tree in one hand and a boulder in the other that is large sized. The other ettin has a muddy wagon and a spear. They don't seem interested in the mud elementals any more than you mind a few ants.

The monk prepares to dodge things. Confidence of peace is low.

As the ettins emerge from the hole and their size becomes very apparent in the light of day, Vesi feels rather apprehensive and tries to give them plenty of space. Out of the corner of their mouth, they ask Quince. "How's that food coming along? I am starting to feel like an appetizer."

Louder, Vesi tries to keep the ettins engaged while the food is made ready. "Feels good to be out of that hole, eh? How did you end up there, anyway? Anything interesting to see? Would you like some water to help wash off some of that mud?"

Vesi can Create Water to give them a mini-shower.

Lykan on the other hand sneaks away and finds a good place to retaliate from in case these turns hostile.

He stands ten feet in front of Quince, ready to protect his leader.

As the ettins emerge from the hole and their size becomes very apparent in the light of day, Vesi feels rather apprehensive and tries to give them plenty of space. Out of the corner of their mouth, they ask Quince. "How's that food coming along? I am starting to feel like an appetizer."

Louder, Vesi tries to keep the ettins engaged while the food is made ready. "Feels good to be out of that hole, eh? How did you end up there, anyway? Anything interesting to see? Would you like some water to help wash off some of that mud?"

Vesi can Create Water to give them a mini-shower.

One of the ettin's head looks asleep or dead. It's other head looks around, likely for food without saying anything.

Vesi does their best to conjure some water so that the ettins can wash and drink, trying to keep the conversation going and the ettins' thoughts from turning towards making Vesi and the others into dessert.

"A meal on wheels? You mean the wagon? What was in it?" Vesi glances at the other ettin, the silent one. "Is your friend alright?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (20) + 23 = 43
Heal for the asleep/dead head: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (16) + 12 = 28
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (9) + 16 = 25

Quince pulled forth the cauldron as soon as Kendryl flew down. With the magic of the cauldron soon a hearty stew is bubbling.

"Yeah he is fine just been sleeping... how many days now George?" Says the ettin head with a helmet on. "Oh yes that's the name, wagon, some horses and some small folk. They were good eating.

The other ettin replies, [b]"Three days now."

Two heads, one from each ettin takes turns pouring the contents of the cauldron down their throats. They pause to let helmet head get a sip before fighting over it.

"Oh wow, three days, big sleeper! Heh." A smile frozen on their face, Vesi retreats out of earshot of the ettins, then signals some of the others, whispering.

"What do you all know about ettins? I'm pretty sure one of the heads on... I forgot to ask their name, the one with the helmet on, the other one's name is George. Anyway, I'm pretty sure the other head is dead."

The undine gives them a wide-eyed look, glancing at the ettins now and then. "So, what now? They ate some people and horses, we can't really let them roam free and kill more people."

Quince nods agreeing with Vesi, he sighed and made a steely eye contact with the others. He moved casually to a spot where the two giants where relatively lined up.

Bluff to pass a message: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18 Unleash Hell!

"We tried really hard to give you all the benefit of the doubt, but the many of the folk of this area look to us to bring justice when they are wronged. And having them for dinner is all kinda wronged. Hear now their wails in this call of judgement." He pulled a spiraling horn from his haversack and let out a wailing blast in the direction of the two giants.

Horn of Blasting DC 16 Fort- Sonic: 5d6 ⇒ (1, 5, 1, 5, 6) = 18
Deafened for: 2d6 ⇒ (1, 3) = 4 Rounds
Horn of Blasting

Lykan charges down and slams into the closest Ettin. His form ripples and his claws. Yes claws slashes out. His appearance now resembles a red fur cat with a mane. A glorious one to be sure.

Might be a circle of life but perhaps now.

Quince's horn was the signal. He was just an announcement.

Claws!! 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (10) + 11 = 211d6 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Quince you must pick one target to receive the message. The others can try to make the Sense Motive check, DC of 15. If you fail you dont get to act in surprise round.

ok. Lykan is already acting he must have picked up what I was putting down.

The monk frowns even as he moves into action.

Sense Motive of +17, so . . ..

He runs parallel to Lykan as Lykan charges the one ettin, looking as though Dinenen intends to go past the ettin, but at the last minute he turns and charges into that ettin from the side!

Charging Stag Style

Unarmed Strike w/ Charge: 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 11 + 2 = 22
Bludgeoning, Magic w/ Acid & Holy: 1d10 + 2 + 1d6 + 2d6 ⇒ (4) + 2 + (6) + (2, 6) = 20 12 damage if not evil.

SM: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (11) + 11 = 22

He picks up Quinces body language before he says anything. Halberd in hand he stands next to Quince. Quick on his feet he gets into flanking and releases his devestTing

Surprise and Round 1

Acid Gloves +1d6 acid
Sneak Attack +3d6 if flanking
Weapon Augment crystal of electricity +1d6 (halberd)

+2 Cold Iron Halberd of defending: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (3) + 14 = 17
damage: 1d10 + 11 + 5d6 ⇒ (5) + 11 + (5, 4, 4, 2, 1) = 32 electricity damage (/x3)

+2 Cold Iron Halberd of defending: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (5) + 14 = 19
damage: 1d10 + 11 + 5d6 ⇒ (4) + 11 + (2, 5, 4, 2, 4) = 32 electricity damage (/x3)

+2 Cold Iron Halberd of defending: 1d20 + 14 - 5 ⇒ (12) + 14 - 5 = 21
damage: 1d10 + 11 + 5d6 ⇒ (7) + 11 + (1, 4, 5, 6, 4) = 38 electricity damage (/x3)

Sense Motive 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23, if needed.

Sense motive: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (11) + 16 = 27

Before Vesi can object to Quince's plan of action, the others erupt into movement, attacking the ettins.

"That's not what... I had in mind." The undine sighs, muttering to themselves. "At least they had a good meal and a bath, I suppose."

Vesi can't let the others fight by themselves, but the druid is reluctant to harm the creatures which whom they had been conversing only a moment before. Still, they could do something. Calling upon the primal energies of the wide, open space, Vesi targets Quince with a burst of speed.

Cast Haste on Quince, 7 rounds.

I am missing in the ini. ;-) I am just quite with low charisma but observing.

I really hate losing posts. Especially long complex ones.

Round 1

Quince shrugs and looks at Vesi, "I hoped they were stand up monsters. Turns out they are the kind that eat people some of whom are or may soon come under my protection. . . .their blood calls for justice." He pulls forth a flaming sword, roars with a vulpine fury, as he seems to turn into part fox, and steps next to Jorne and lays into the Ettin Jorne already hit.

Rage (Free Action). Shift (Swift Action). Hoping I am within a 5 foot step?

Power Attack Flametongue 1 Hasted: 1d20 + 16 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 16 - 2 + 1 = 34 Possible Crit
Power Attack Flametongue Extra Hasted: 1d20 + 16 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 16 - 2 + 1 = 19 ??
Power Attack Flametongue 2 Hasted: 1d20 + 16 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 16 - 2 + 1 = 24 I hope that hit.

Crit Confirm: 1d20 + 16 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 16 - 2 + 1 = 28

Damage 1 Slashing, Fire, & Acid Critical Fire: 2d8 + 13 + 1d6 + 1d6 + 1d10 ⇒ (2, 3) + 13 + (4) + (4) + (8) = 34

Damage Extra Slashing, Fire, & Acid Fire: 1d8 + 13 + 1d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (1) + 13 + (4) + (4) = 22

Damage 2 Slashing, Fire, & Acid Fire: 1d8 + 13 + 1d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (7) + 13 + (3) + (4) = 27

Sorry Lamaar, do the Sense Motive check and post your actions. Quince is 5 feet from one of the ettins.

Round 1
Quince slices into the flesh of the ettins thigh cutting a great slash into it. The other two attacks hit the hide britches. Jorne hits the armor as well or it's hide. The ettins swing with their trees. The helmeted one drops the boulder first... onto Quince and Jorne, Reflex DC 15 or 3d6 damage.

Round 1

The ettins rage and roar out in pain then swing with their trees... great clubs for their huge hands. A unique ability with their rage, they gain haste for the first round.

Vs. Quince
greatclub with PA: 1d20 + 16 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 16 - 2 = 18
damage: 3d6 + 13 + 6 ⇒ (3, 6, 3) + 13 + 6 = 31
greatclub with PA: 1d20 + 16 - 2 ⇒ (14) + 16 - 2 = 28
damage: 3d6 + 13 + 6 ⇒ (4, 4, 4) + 13 + 6 = 31
greatclub with PA: 1d20 + 16 - 5 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 16 - 5 - 2 = 10
damage: 3d6 + 13 + 6 ⇒ (2, 3, 3) + 13 + 6 = 27

Vs. Jorne
greatclub with PA: 1d20 + 16 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 16 - 2 = 24
damage: 3d6 + 13 + 6 ⇒ (4, 3, 4) + 13 + 6 = 30
greatclub with PA: 1d20 + 16 - 2 ⇒ (6) + 16 - 2 = 20
damage: 3d6 + 13 + 6 ⇒ (2, 3, 1) + 13 + 6 = 25
greatclub with PA: 1d20 + 16 - 5 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 16 - 5 - 2 = 19
damage: 3d6 + 13 + 6 ⇒ (1, 6, 4) + 13 + 6 = 30

Round 2
They likely look stupefied at how their attacks missed, and Jorne's interception of the first strike to Quince. They roar and focus on him.

greatclub with PA: 1d20 + 16 - 2 ⇒ (7) + 16 - 2 = 21
damage: 3d6 + 13 + 6 ⇒ (6, 6, 4) + 13 + 6 = 35
greatclub with PA: 1d20 + 16 - 5 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 16 - 5 - 2 = 11
damage: 3d6 + 13 + 6 ⇒ (1, 3, 6) + 13 + 6 = 29

greatclub with PA: 1d20 + 16 - 2 ⇒ (6) + 16 - 2 = 20
damage: 3d6 + 13 + 6 ⇒ (4, 4, 3) + 13 + 6 = 30
greatclub with PA: 1d20 + 16 - 5 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 16 - 5 - 2 = 11
damage: 3d6 + 13 + 6 ⇒ (1, 2, 3) + 13 + 6 = 25

Ettins stats: AC 25, HP 120,

Round 1

Being close to Quince gives him more defense, and more power to Jorne versus the ettin that attacked Quince.

Round 2

To start his round he taps his heels together twice, activating the speed function. He also assumes his aggressive stance, +1d6 damage.
Acid Gloves +1d6 acid
Sneak Attack +3d6 if flanking
Weapon Augment crystal of electricity +1d6 (halberd)

+2 Cold Iron Halberd of defending: 1d20 + 14 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 14 + 2 + 2 = 36
damage: 1d10 + 11 + 3d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 11 + (3, 3, 6) + 2 = 29 electricity damage (/x3)

+2 Cold Iron Halberd of defending: 1d20 + 14 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 14 + 2 + 2 = 25
damage: 1d10 + 11 + 3d6 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 11 + (5, 4, 4) + 2 = 33 electricity damage (/x3)

+2 Cold Iron Halberd of defending: 1d20 + 14 - 5 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 14 - 5 + 2 + 2 = 32
damage: 1d10 + 11 + 3d6 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 11 + (5, 6, 3) + 2 = 37 electricity damage (/x3)

All attacks are aimed at the helmeted ettin , all of the attacks land as he crushes the femurs in the ettin's legs. As it topples he jumps and finishes it off. He states triumphantly, "Okay folks the other one is yours!" Though this is the one Quince just crit hit!

Not too far above the standing ettin, there is a crackle like the sound that preceeds thunder; none of them had anticipated the look Kendryl had now. Kendryl was ANGRY ...

LIGHTNING: 7d6 ⇒ (6, 2, 3, 2, 4, 6, 1) = 24 DC18REF for 1/2 damage

Round 2

Quince continues his fury toward the remaining Ettin. His first strike dug deep into the thigh of the giant burning with acid and fire he brought his sword up to hit again and again but the strikes were harrying and defensive another opportunity for a devastating hit never came back around.

Power Attack Flametongue 1: 1d20 + 16 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 16 - 2 + 1 = 35 More Crit?
Power Attack Flametongue Extra: 1d20 + 16 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 16 - 2 + 1 = 17
Power Attack Flametongue 2: 1d20 + 11 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 11 - 2 + 1 = 19

Crit Confirm: 1d20 + 16 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 16 - 2 + 1 = 25 Yes

Crit Damage; Slashing, Fire, Acid, Fire Crit: 2d8 + 13 + 1d6 + 1d6 + 1d10 ⇒ (2, 4) + 13 + (2) + (6) + (10) = 37

Vesi maneuvers so that she has a direct line towards Quince's target while avoiding Quince himself, and gathers the same sort of power she used to give the ettins a shower - but now in a powerful torrent that slams into the giant creature, hoping to create an opening for their cousin.

CMB Bull Rush: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21

Casting hydraulic torrent, can bull rush creatures of any size, hopefully it gets pushed back and triggers and AoO from Quince.

Round 2

Jorne finishes off the first ettin. Vesi's water wells up and slams into the other ettin but it does not push him back. Quince once again hits the ettin with his flaming lingsword cutting another impressive sized wound. The lightning bolt courses through both ettins charring skin as it arcs.

1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9 Failed Reflex Save.

Round 3

Round 3

He taps his heels again stopping the haste effect. They are not hitting him. He keeps his aggressive stance, +1d6 damage.
Acid Gloves +1d6 acid
Sneak Attack +3d6 if flanking
Weapon Augment crystal of electricity +1d6 (halberd)

+2 Cold Iron Halberd of defending: 1d20 + 14 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 14 + 2 + 2 = 26
damage: 1d10 + 11 + 3d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 11 + (4, 5, 2) + 2 = 26 electricity damage (/x3)

+2 Cold Iron Halberd of defending: 1d20 + 14 - 5 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 14 - 5 + 2 + 2 = 29
damage: 1d10 + 11 + 3d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 11 + (2, 2, 3) + 2 = 23 electricity damage (/x3)

Round 3

Quince lays into the ettin again. Keeping to form after his hard hit he harries and pokes at the giant.

Power Attack Flame Tongue 1: 1d20 + 16 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 16 - 2 + 1 = 34 LOL I am starting to think this is Rigged. Possible Crit.
Power Attack Flame Tongue Extra: 1d20 + 16 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 16 - 2 + 1 = 22
Power Attack Flame Tongue 2: 1d20 + 11 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 11 - 2 + 1 = 16
Lion Shield: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18

Crit Confirm: 1d20 + 16 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 16 - 2 + 1 = 32

Damage; Slashing, Fire, Acid, Fire Crit: 2d8 + 13 + 1d6 + 1d6 + 1d10 ⇒ (7, 1) + 13 + (3) + (1) + (3) = 28

They drop dead, out of combat. The last huge ettin drops dead at the groups feet.

Quince looks around, "Anyone hurt?" He takes a long breath and repeats the question in common.

Quince looks to see if the Ettin carried anything. "I wonder if they carry anything that might say who the 'small folk' they ate are?"

"I would expect most of those things to be down in or near the wagon, or scattered about in the mud down there."

Vesi sighs. "I wish things didn't end up this way. I don't know if they could have been made to understand that eating people is bad, but that's not a risk we could take, considering the threat to locals and passing travelers."

The undine goes to poke around the wagon carried by one of the ettins, hoping to discover more clues. Then they glance at the sinkhole.

"I hope we can do something about this, so that people don't fall in. At the very least put up some warning signs."

Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (13) + 13 = 26

sense motive: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17

ini: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

Lamaar immediately casts Divine Favor, and then starts shooting with his arrows at the nearest target!

Spending 1 fervor to cast divine favor as a swift action for +3 to hit and damage with fate's favored trait.

Primary attack Longbow to hit: +13 Longbow +17 (BAB +5, Dex +6, +1 Enhancement Bonus, +1 Weapon Focus, +1 Weapon Training, fate's favored +3, rapid shot -2, deadly aim -2): 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (15) + 13 = 28
+1 Longbow damage: 1d8+10, 20/x3 (Str +1, +1 Enhancement bonus, +1 Weapon Training, deadly aim +4, fate's favored +3): 1d8 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11

Rapid shot attack to hit: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (2) + 13 = 15
+1 Longbow damage: 1d8 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16

I think one of the flying Ettins brought the Wagon up.

Quince looks about the wagon.

"We could dig a sloping trench down into the pit. But it would let the mudmen out in addition to taking an extraordinary amount of time."

"Its not been a full week since I used the Lyre of Building. We can come back and cave it in so that it would be less of a safety hazard."