Aldebert Piddlespot's page

Great campaign everyone!

In all my years of gaming in PbP, other than the campaigns I've run, this is only the second that's made it to completion.

Thank you Rat Sass for carrying us over the finish line!

Aldebert bows to Mahdi and his brother. ”You’re resplendent!” he says smiling.

"I would be greatly indebted to any and all of you, if you'd join me in traveling to the Shrine of Nethys, so I might safely secure my wily wife. She must have squirreled away when the siege of Kelmarane set off, Sarah knows how long. Just, give me some time to meditate, so I can establish more of Sarah's windwalking." With that, the gnome scurries off to find a quiet room with a balcony, where he can close his eyes, and let the light of Sarah's sun shine through his lids, while he lists all the things he'll need for the recovery.

”I’d be most happy to accompany you sir Pent. Will we be leaving today or first thing in the morning?” He nods when his brother and Otah say the same thing.

"Thank you Almah, you are most kind." Aldebert smiles, knowing the Pactmasters to be, if not generous at least fair in their rewards. He imagines he'll be very pleased.

When the townspeople offer up their gifts, he accepts them graciously, and with pleasure. However, he detours to the poorest, most run down district, if he can identify it in all the mess, and re-gifts the things people can use. Chickens, goats, supplies. He knows he does not yet need such things, and there are those in greater need at the moment.

But return to the Manor he does, and is pleased to see Frederick and a work crew. "Quite a mess." he mumbles, though he's still grinning. It'll take time to see things put right here, and in the town proper, but they have that time now. And more.

He rides Gretiem to a shady spot, dismounts, and carefully removes Gretiem's saddle and harness. Rubbing him down a moment to help him shed a few scaly areas, he says quietly, "Life will be easier now I think my friend. Though we will still range the desert and be watchful."

Leaving him with some fruit, he walks up to Frederick, "How may I lend a hand. I have few craft-skills, but I can lift heavy things." He laughs, carefully takes off his armor, rolls up his sleeves, and gets to work.

"Follow your heart brother, as with all things. What does your heart want?" Aldebert tries to comfort his brother, guiding him through this tough decision. "I plan to remain here, vigilant, and also trying my hand at a little trade if I can manage it. Though I chose to remain in my current form with Gretiem, you may do as you wish, and it will not lessen my love for you."

Aldebert is pleased, and enjoys the meeting. Though he’s not sure, exactly, what he’ll be doing in a year, he knows what he wants to do in the short term. ”I am what I am Nefeshti, and I wish, as it were, to remain so.” he grins, ”Though the offer is intriguing I must admit! I shall instead remain a halfling, and work here in the trades with my sister and, hopefully, my brother. Together we shall continue to watch and guard this place. I hope there is peace for many years, but if not, we shall be ready.”

”If Ami AND Yeen wish to be Janni, perhaps my boon could be applied to Yeen?” he wonders how that would look…

"Aye, it's true Nefeshti, Jhahvul is dead, taken down in the end by Otah and his skull kicked into the lava. We have returned with the remaining survivors after purging his 'palace'. The war is over."

He's grinning like a madman, the reality of the situation still not completely settling in, but beginning to...

Aldebert looks at Frederick and pauses in thought. He watches his brother bound across his desert. He sees his sister, tired but happy. And what about him? Where did he call home but if not here? After all, was he not fighting for his home?

...and of course there's a reason Jhuhvul chose this region. It would be a good idea to have watchers.

"Yes. Yes Frederick. I think I will be here a while. I have a fledgling trade company to bolster, and a house. If, uh, it's still standing?" he looks back at his servant

Aldebert, when he's not on duty, enjoys his brothers grove. He sleeps in his armor (link) though, just in case as he wants to be ready.

In the morning he leisures over breakfast, chatting with his sister and the others, including Frederick. He loves the flight but recognizes the hazard and so rides in with the others - still keeping a weather eye out for trouble.

When they reach town, he moves back with Frederick, "So, Mr. Cooperworth, do you still work for us? I believe you're still on retainer, but for all the activity here of late, I'd not be offended if you wish to let it go and find something less hazardous." he grins and awaits the man's reply.

Aldebert's brow un-furrows from the effort of trying to figure out how to get two dozen innocents across a hostile desert.

"Pent, you're a treasure." he says simple, pleased with the power the party can bring to bear. He suggests their standard watch rotation in the night... just in case.

Hugging his sister, Aldebert says, "It's done. Now we just need to get you all home." He watches his brother try to heal Hazim, and wonders if it will work. He hopes so.

When they get outside, he takes measure of the time of day and wonders if they should rest first, or head out. "Tomorrow I can prepare Endure Elements Communal to try and take the worst of the heat off us, but with so many I can only protect us for a couple hours with my spells. So we'll be traveling desert style - dusk and dawn, and seeking shelter during the heat of the day."

"It's going to be a long walk."

Aldebert smiles, satisfied no rogue elements, beyond the normal, exist here. He nods at Mahdi's suggestions.

"We've killed Jhahvul and driven off or killed his minions. We're currently checking the tunnels and passageways for more survivors and minions, to save or destroy relatively speaking. So yes, we can see you out, and shall immediately do so. At least back up to where the others are resting."

He suggests to the party that they escort this group to the others before continuing their delve. "Mahdi's right. Let's get them to the others and continue hunting for efreet."

"Mister Cooperworth, what a surprise! I had thought you lost, not enjoying a feast at the hands of your tormentor." Aldebert begins unsure of the situation. "How did all of you come to be here?"

He'll scan the crowd with Detect Evil, expecting to find the usual background-noise of folks, mostly un-evil or only mildly so.

"We will be careful brother." Aldebert is amazed at the treasure firstly. His inner Abadarian catalogues the wealth, and he has no objection to Mahdi's bauble.

"It's all yours lord mage." he says laughing. He helps load up the gear, some of it likely exposed on the flying carpet, though the greater portion of the wealth lies hidden away in various extra dimensional devices that the party carries.

When the loot is carefully packed away, he'll remount Gretiem, glad for his strength, and he turns back to the entrance, "Shall we?" he says as he readies to enter the mansion.

"Sure thing brother, we can go back and down. Best be sure we don't miss anything."

Aldbebert agrees to the unspoken suggestion and leads the team back around, if everyone is agreeable.

"Well said there Mahdi." Aldebert notes when he can again speak. He will search about, briefly, before being ready to press on.

Perception: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (12) + 19 = 31

Aldebert, well and truly stunned on a number of fronts, watches with glee as the party hews and hacks and holds and protects. He’d grin and laugh if he could, but he cannot. He hopes he breaks free before the fight is over!

Gretiem continues with his attacks however, being given no further commands, thrashing at the demons images.
Gretiem Bite (magic): 1d20 + 16 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 16 + 1 = 26 (feast) damage: 2d6 + 10 ⇒ (4, 5) + 10 = 19
Gretiem Bite (magic): 1d20 + 11 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 11 + 1 = 18 (feast) damage: 2d6 + 10 ⇒ (5, 3) + 10 = 18

"That is a foul demon, Brother. No doubt a servant to Jhavul. He is known as a glazedemu, I think. He should not be allowed to walk in Sarenrae's Light," Ami whispers to his brother.

The whisperings of a little demon, his brother in this case, as much as the decor the glazedemu chooses to surround itself with, enrages Aldebert.

"Not today demon. I am tired, and not every evil must die to our blade today, but you are one that shall!”

He swiftly smites the demon and charges!
Greatsword (magic, cold iron, silver): 1d20 + 21 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 21 + 7 = 31 (feast, smite, charge) damage: 1d10 + 21 + 14 ⇒ (3) + 21 + 14 = 38 (smite)
Gretiem Bite (magic): 1d20 + 16 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 16 + 3 = 31 (feast, charge) damage: 2d6 + 10 ⇒ (5, 5) + 10 = 20

Naturally, if it’s merely a surprise round, I’m back 30’ and no attacks… but I had to try.

Aldebert is silenced, and somewhat befuddled, by her bipping in and out like that. It takes a moment to realize, one more bested. He'd rather have her in chains for the authorities, but he admits to himself that he's tired, weary even. Letting that one go is fine...

He searches the room, mostly for secret panels or doorways.

Perception: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (13) + 19 = 32

Presuming he finds none, he'll gesture to the southeast, when the others seem to be ready. "Shall we proceed?"

"Jhahvul is dead by our hand. As you do not look like a prisoner, I suggest you leave this region, if you can, with haste. Or would you prefer to avenge him? We're not here to slaughter everything that moves, just those as deserve it."

He holds his greatsword at the ready as he approaches to see her more clearly as they chat.

(Detect Evil when he arrives at his location... assuming the air elemental doesn't lash out.)

”All yours Otah.” he says, offering to help him put it on.

(Breastplate will take 2 minutes with help to put on. Plus general carousing, shall I take 5 minutes off all my spell durations? More?)

Aldebert suggests the upper right passage as his remaining mirror image winks out. ”Maybe it’ll loop back south and connect with the other.” he hopes.

(All yours brother.)

"True enough Ami, but I've been wearing those old boots of mine for a long time now, and have never seen them used either. So I might as well get used to my new boots while I can, though I may not use their abilities today."

He offers his boots to any other who may wish them, "Mahdi, you interested? Pent's always on his carpet and my brother on Yeen."

Once the items are sorted out, he suggests they head deeper in. He draws his blade and, feeling somewhat refreshed despite the terrible battle they just had, "Let's see where the southern passage leads. It's through another wall of fire, which will likely take the last of my fire protection away, but it seems the way to check next."

When Otah has had his fill, he'll take the unpicked boots, and slip them on, offering his own, relatively clean pair, to Otah. "These will make you quicker. I'm mounted more than I thought I'd be so I don't really use 'em."

They're boots of striding and springing. Enjoy with my thanks for a well placed crit!

Gretiem is healed by Amiamble’s group healing and Aldebert pats him on the shoulder, ”Thanks brother.”

”I think we should follow Mahdi’s advice and search the place out. There may still be evil here that weaker folk couldn’t handle, but we can.” he says bridling with the power of another level…

He replenishes his Hero’s Defiance with a pearl of power as he surveys the loot. "Otah, you should help yourself sir!"

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"He is dead brother," he says as Otah cools his blade in the heart of his enemy. He rides down to collect his sword, careful to try and avoid the lava, before climbing back above it.

"I am well brother, as luck would have it. Tend to your wounds before we proceed - there may be other foes to face yet." he adds uncertainly.

Flush with victory he cleans his weapons before sheathing his crystal blade and looking for loot on Jhuhval's body before proceeding out to their allies hiding in the other chamber.

”OooootahhhhH!” Bloody well done mate, well done indeed!” Aldebert shouts as Jhuhval’s head goes tumbling. He immediately reaches over and heal’s his brother back to his senses, so he too may enjoy the moment.

Lay on Hands: 9d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (5, 4, 5, 6, 2, 4, 4, 5, 5) + (1) = 41 (standard, -d6 to heal blinded, fatigued, diseased, or poisoned)

Round: 6, Initiative: 12

(Forgot Gretiem’s save against the Erinyes…)
Will: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 6 + 1 = 16 (feast) vs DC 19 or sickened and 20hp dam

Aldebert’s sword drops to the ground 20’ below him as he slumps in the saddle of mighty Gretiem. He doesn’t rest there long however, as Pent touches him and revives him from his slumber.

Drawing a crystal greatsword, his backup weapon, he spits blood onto the blade to temper it, ”Not today Jhahvul! Today you become not something greater, but rather lesser… worm food!”

He will use Blessings of Fervor for +2 while Gretiem uses it for an extra attack.

Greatsword (magic): 1d20 + 18 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 18 + 10 = 35 (feast, higher, smite, flank, BoF) damage: 1d10 + 20 + 14 ⇒ (8) + 20 + 14 = 42 (smite)

Gretiem Bite (magic): 1d20 + 15 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 15 + 3 = 38 (feast, higher, flank, sickened) damage: 2d6 + 8 + 12 ⇒ (2, 4) + 8 + 12 = 26 (smite)
critthreat Gretiem Bite (magic): 1d20 + 15 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 15 + 3 = 27 (feast, higher, flank, sickened) damage: 2d6 + 8 + 12 ⇒ (5, 5) + 8 + 12 = 30 (smite)

Gretiem Bite (magic): 1d20 + 10 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 10 + 3 = 24 (feast, higher, flank, sickened) damage: 2d6 + 8 + 12 ⇒ (6, 1) + 8 + 12 = 27 (smite)
BoF Gretiem Bite (magic): 1d20 + 15 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 15 + 3 = 31 (feast, higher, flank, sickened) damage: 2d6 + 8 + 12 ⇒ (2, 4) + 8 + 12 = 26 (smite)

Gretiem, at least, takes a bite out of the enemy, tearing at the flesh for harming his master.

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Round: 5, Initiative: 12

Aldebert attempts to cast a spell…
Caster Level: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (12) + 11 = 23

He casts Paladin's Sacrifice on the second blow to his brother, so as to absorb the damage upon himself rather than his brother’s more frail form. He grunts as the damage comes to him and re-opens his wounds freshly and nearly brings himself to his knees. As he used an immediate action, he cannot lay on hands swiftly either, so he simply soaks it.

He then continues to beat on Jhahvul, taking out his frustrations with his blade, or trying to.

Greatsword (magic, cold iron, silver): 1d20 + 20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 20 + 6 = 30 (feast, higher, smite) damage: 1d10 + 21 + 14 ⇒ (2) + 21 + 14 = 37 (smite)
Greatsword (magic, cold iron, silver): 1d20 + 15 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 15 + 6 = 31 (feast, higher, smite) damage: 1d10 + 21 + 14 ⇒ (5) + 21 + 14 = 40 (smite)
Greatsword (magic, cold iron, silver): 1d20 + 10 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 10 + 6 = 34 (feast, higher, smite) damage: 1d10 + 21 + 14 ⇒ (1) + 21 + 14 = 36 (smite)
critthreat Greatsword (magic, cold iron, silver): 1d20 + 10 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 10 + 6 = 20 (feast, higher, smite) damage: 1d10 + 21 + 14 ⇒ (5) + 21 + 14 = 40 (smite)

Gretiem Bite (magic): 1d20 + 15 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 15 + 2 = 23 (feast, higher) damage: 2d6 + 8 + 12 ⇒ (2, 5) + 8 + 12 = 27 (smite)
Gretiem Bite (magic): 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 10 + 2 = 20 (feast, higher) damage: 2d6 + 8 + 12 ⇒ (5, 6) + 8 + 12 = 31 (smite)

However, concern over his brother, and continued ignorance from Lady Desna, keeps his hand from much success... if any.

(I don’t think we get flank as both Otah and Aldebert are higher than Jhahvul swinging down on him. We’re not actually on opposite sides of him, though different DMs do view that differently.)

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Round: 5, Initiative: 12

Will: 1d20 + 15 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 15 + 1 = 32 (feast) vs DC 19 or sickened and 20hp dam
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19 vs DC 15

Though he wonders, briefly, at Otah, Aldebert does indeed come to a full stop, when his brother falls on Yeen. ”Ami!” he cries as he sees his brother slump. He turns to their healer, "Pent, do something!" and seems to linger, waiting for the priest to perform.

Delay until after Pent.

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Round: 3 cont., Initiative: 12

Unable to heal further, at least for now, Aldebert steps a little closer to his brother. He smiles at him, seeing him charging to his hated foe. He hoists his sword and does what he can again!

Greatsword (magic, cold iron, silver): 1d20 + 20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 20 + 6 = 31 (feast, higher, smite) damage: 1d10 + 21 + 14 ⇒ (7) + 21 + 14 = 42 (smite)
Greatsword (magic, cold iron, silver): 1d20 + 15 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 15 + 6 = 30 (feast, higher, smite) damage: 1d10 + 21 + 14 ⇒ (10) + 21 + 14 = 45 (smite)
Greatsword (magic, cold iron, silver): 1d20 + 10 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 10 + 6 = 26 (feast, higher, smite) damage: 1d10 + 21 + 14 ⇒ (5) + 21 + 14 = 40 (smite)

Gretiem Bite (magic): 1d20 + 15 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 15 + 2 = 36 (feast, higher) damage: 2d6 + 8 + 12 ⇒ (4, 1) + 8 + 12 = 25 (smite)
Gretiem Bite (magic): 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 10 + 2 = 16 (feast, higher) damage: 2d6 + 8 + 12 ⇒ (5, 6) + 8 + 12 = 31 (smite)

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Alas, his dislike in the fickle Desna has cost him!

Round: 3, Initiative: 12

Aldebert tries an immediate action spell to remain standing, casting Hero's Defiance.

Caster Level check: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31 (Fine, take my crit you bastard!)
Lay on Hands: 10d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (6, 2, 4, 1, 5, 3, 5, 5, 5, 2) + (5) = 43

Still standing, but wobbly, he presses his attacks, knowing his death should pave the way for Otah to finish the job. "You shall not have me so easily!" ...though maybe next round... he thinks to himself, facing a tougher opponent then ever before.

Round: 2, Initiative: 12

Perception: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (6) + 18 = 24 vs DC 25

Aldebert takes a bloody coughing breath as Jhavhul plasters him but good. He spits out a tooth. When Pent lays down the law, he applauds, ”Well done, and not a toot in sight!”

He tries to pick up on that energy to plaster Jhavhul back.

Greatsword (magic, cold iron, silver): 1d20 + 20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 20 + 6 = 42 (feast, higher, smite) damage: 1d10 + 21 + 14 ⇒ (10) + 21 + 14 = 45 (smite)
Greatsword (magic, cold iron, silver): 1d20 + 15 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 15 + 6 = 38 (feast, higher, smite) damage: 1d10 + 21 + 14 ⇒ (3) + 21 + 14 = 38 (smite)
critthreat Greatsword (magic, cold iron, silver): 1d20 + 15 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 15 + 6 = 24 (feast, higher, smite) damage: 1d10 + 21 + 14 ⇒ (5) + 21 + 14 = 40 (smite)

Greatsword (magic, cold iron, silver): 1d20 + 10 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 10 + 6 = 17 (feast, higher, smite) damage: 1d10 + 21 + 14 ⇒ (5) + 21 + 14 = 40 (smite)

(If he's an evil outsider, +14 damage on Aldebert's first hit from smite)

Gretiem Bite (magic): 1d20 + 15 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 15 + 2 = 33 (feast, higher) damage: 2d6 + 8 + 12 ⇒ (4, 5) + 8 + 12 = 29 (smite)
Gretiem Bite (magic): 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 10 + 2 = 22 (feast, higher) damage: 2d6 + 8 + 12 ⇒ (2, 6) + 8 + 12 = 28 (smite)

(If he's an evil outsider, +12 damage on Gretiem's first hit from smite)

He then does what he can to knit up some of his bleeding (swift).

Lay on Hands: 9d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (5, 3, 5, 2, 4, 3, 6, 3, 1) + (2) = 34 (swift, -d6 to heal blinded, fatigued, diseased, or poisoned)

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Round: 1, Initiative: 12

Aldebert smiles as Otah drops the foul creature of Jhavhul’s. He casts his spell, Dimension Door on himself, and Gretiem and they disappear!

He re-appears next to Jhavhul himself, over his shoulder for higher ground, and both he and Gretiem smite evil on the great fiend (swift actions). Then Gretiem takes a bite!
Gretiem Bite (magic): 1d20 + 15 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 15 + 2 = 22 (feast, higher) damage: 2d6 + 8 + 12 ⇒ (1, 6) + 8 + 12 = 27 (smite)

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Escape Artist: 1d20 + 3 + 20 ⇒ (11) + 3 + 20 = 34 to try and dodge the grapple

Success or failure, Aldebert chimes in, "Thanks Mahdi!"

Round: 1, Initiative: 12

Aldebert, being back a bit, must double move to get anywhere. So double move he does - moving into position and provoking I suspect (if he's got Combat Reflexes). He acts like he cannot see the invisible Janni to his east.

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Sorry to hear it Otah. Take it easy...

Aldebert too moves up, but stays out of range of the damaging heat as he doesn't want to reduce his protection until he needs to.

He waits for a report from Otah and Mahdi.

Aldebert looks at Mahdi, while precious spells are fading, "Can we go now?"

If there is no opposition, he'll head back to the east. (Another three minutes of spells? Or more?)

Aldebert squirms a bit uncomfortably, "I don't want to condemn any to death who don't deserve it. And if they surrender, they should be accorded proper justice - a court, even a jury maybe. Seems we can't do that, so we must land on their side of a compromise."

He nods to Mahdi, "What Mahdi proposes is valid, and righteous. After all they may be innocents - just following the orders of their leaders. I say strip and flee is the best we can do under the circumstances. I can't see my way to slaughtering folk who've surrendered."

"Brother, that way lies the salamanders. A threat to be sure, but only a little one. Let's strike out for new ground."

He continues to suggest an eastward travel.

Aldebert steps through with Mahdi, unwilling to let him face some unknown horror alone.

When he steps through, his face falls a little, "Oh." He pokes around inside the chamber, gathering up the adamantine (if it's small/light enough).

"Damn. Well, this doesn't actually lead anywhere useful. Sorry Mahdi. Well, at least we won't be harassed from the rear as you feared."

When Mahdi re-opens the chamber door, he steps back out and reports their findings to the group.

"Shall we head east?" he ponders, wondering where to head next.

Aldebert is uneasy at Mahdi’s continued harangue at poor Otah. He nods silently when offered the ioun stone and activates it immediately so as not to offend the angry mage. "Thank you Mahdi," he mumbles.

Before entering the phased door, following Mahdi's lead, he’ll also cast Angelic Aspect, sprouting white wings in addition to taking on a somewhat more angelic atmosphere. He quickly digs out a couple pearls of power - one to replenish that spell, and another for Mirror Image.

Ready, he steps through with Mahdi.

(I’ve advanced all my spells three minutes to account for dumping the swords. Let me know if that’s not enough.)

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Aldebert waits for Mahdi's anger to cool, though like the river of lava, it has its own ebb and flow.

"Sure, leave the swords for now, or we can tip them into the lava. Might destroy them in time - seems hot enough anyway."

If the others agree, he'll shove them, untouched and sheathed, into the river of lava in the hopes of damaging them - or at least hiding them from plain sight.

He'll then await Mahdi's change so as to open the phase door.

"I'm not sure I agree Mahdi. These tunnels and chambers could go on for miles, each one containing warriors for Jhavhul. This door might lead to something more, and the opposition can use it more easily than we, so they can come and go just like any other chamber. I say we do this now."

He leans back on Gretiem to get some water from a skin, I say we follow this and see where it leads. But I'll go with the majority of course."

Being a might too quick perhaps, Aldebert will hesitate briefly to see if any can take their measure of the door. "That looks promising." he suggests, "Can we open it?" he looks to Mahdi for answers.

Round: 5, Initiative: 4

Aldebert joins his brother and peers to the east with true sight! ”We could go this way, though I don’t immediately see anything. I don’t feel like chasing salamanders now that their leader is dead. Let’s head this way, for lack of any better plan,” he says, though he looks to the others for other suggestions if any.

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Round: 4, Initiative: 4

(The crit confirms due to my charge the prior round.)

Aldebert reels in the saddle a bit from the blow as the new giant has some pepper to him and managed to bypass his various protections. He grunts in pain before touching the wound to heal what he can of it.
Lay on Hands: 9d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (5, 6, 3, 5, 6, 1, 3, 3, 4) + (4) = 40 (swift, -d6 to heal blinded, fatigued, diseased, or poisoned)

He then focuses on his new nemesis, and urges Gretiem to do likewise, 5’ stepping to close, and then attacking!
Greatsword (magic, cold iron, silver): 1d20 + 20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 20 + 2 = 37 (feast, haste) damage: 1d10 + 21 ⇒ (10) + 21 = 31
Greatsword (magic, cold iron, silver): 1d20 + 15 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 15 + 2 = 20 (feast, haste) damage: 1d10 + 21 ⇒ (10) + 21 = 31
Greatsword (magic, cold iron, silver): 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 10 + 2 = 30 (feast, haste) damage: 1d10 + 21 ⇒ (7) + 21 = 28
critthreat Greatsword (magic, cold iron, silver): 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 10 + 2 = 24 (feast, haste) damage: 1d10 + 21 ⇒ (2) + 21 = 23

hasted Greatsword (magic, cold iron, silver): 1d20 + 20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 20 + 2 = 37 (feast, haste) damage: 1d10 + 21 ⇒ (3) + 21 = 24

Gretiem Bite (magic): 1d20 + 15 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 15 + 2 = 27 (feast, haste) damage: 2d6 + 8 ⇒ (2, 4) + 8 = 14
Gretiem Bite (magic): 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 10 + 2 = 15 (feast, haste) damage: 2d6 + 8 ⇒ (4, 2) + 8 = 14
hasted Gretiem Bite (magic): 1d20 + 15 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 15 + 2 = 31 (feast, haste) damage: 2d6 + 8 ⇒ (2, 5) + 8 = 15

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Mirror Image: 1d5 ⇒ 2 (1 is Aldebert)

Aldebert avoids the hit, though he loses another image, and with it the protection it brought (3 remain).

Round: 3, Initiative: 4

As his eyes are opened to the invisible, and merely illusory, Aldebert can see his brother again and he smiles, ”Thanks Pent! That’s quite a view!”

Provoking from Green, Aldebert and Gretiem charge the giant, doing their best to reduce the number of attacks on Otah.

Greatsword (magic, cold iron, silver): 1d20 + 20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 20 + 3 = 37 (feast, charge) damage: 1d10 + 21 ⇒ (4) + 21 = 25
Gretiem Bite (magic): 1d20 + 15 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 15 + 3 = 28 (feast, charge) damage: 2d6 + 8 ⇒ (6, 6) + 8 = 20

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