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A knock came at the door and Doxon settled back into his chair. He stared one last time into the mirror. There seemed to be more grey in his beard than the last time he looked. Of course, the last time he'd looked, a third of his beard hadn't been scorched off either. His latest apprentice had offered to trim it, but he'd refused. It would provide a good reminder to himself, and to others, about the dangers of haste at the Anvil.

Yes, come in! he barked.

The door opened and a young dwarf entered.

Excuse me, Master. You asked to be alerted when the caravan was ready.

Hmmm? Oh, yes. Thank you, Harbel.

Doxon eased himself to his feet. It had taken most of the morning to get attired for his journey and the weight of it all now felt unfamiliar. It had been decades since he'd worn his dragonscale plate armor and all of the other accoutrements of his adventuring gear. Doxon moved to his personal altar to Torag and lifted Agrimmosh and The Hammer of Thunder off of their places of honor. He settled them into their harnesses across his back and seemed to stand a little taller than before.

Harbel grabbed the two readied packs by the door and followed his Master out through Torag's Forge.

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It had been too many years since he'd been back to Trunau. It was little on his mind as the business of Torag's Forge and working at the Anvil filled most of his time. He'd lost track, or forgotten, where the other Heroes had scattered to, but he knew Trunau would always be home to one.

Trunau had grown in the years he'd been away, bursting beyond the little village he'd known when he'd lived there. He knew that was in no small part to its greatest hero and protector. He left the care of the caravan and its trade goods to the care of his acolytes. He hefted a small pack over his shoulder and proceeded out of the Trunau.

He walked alone down a simple paved path that led from Trunau out into the wilds and to a solitary bluff overlooking the city. At its edge stood a simple stone stele with a bronze plaque affixed to its front. Several hippogriffs dozed in front of it. They took passing interest in Doxon as he approached and continued their rest, forcing Doxon to gently push past them.

Gah! Move, ya stupid birds!

He came to stand before the stele, ignoring the plaque. He knew who lay here and knew better than most his bravery and deeds.

You know I'm not good with words. I'm sorry I wasn't here in your final days. Being among my kind, it always felt like I had another year before I really needed to come back. And then it was too late. I would have come sooner, but I'm not of Trunau anymore and Trunau needed to mourn you in their way before I could in mine. Plus, I needed time to make this.

Doxon set the pack down and opened it. He reached in and pulled out a polished, mithril egg.

A nice bit of work, if I do say so myself. I hope you find it worthy of a place here.

Doxon placed a hand on the stele and began a short prayer to Torag. The hippogriffs raised their heads to look at Doxon as the top of the stele softened and formed a concave bowl. Doxon placed the egg into the bowl, fitting in perfectly so that the egg stood upright. Doxon tapped the egg once and stood back.

Lines began to appear across the surface of the egg, spiderwebbing in an intricate patter. Seams appeared as the lines separated the surface of the egg and the complex mechanisms inside began rearranging themselves. In a complicated dance of metal and gears, the egg unfolded and reformed until atop the stele stood the perfect miniature replica of a hippogriff; its rider sat with lance braced for the charge. The hippogriff's wings extended in flight, an invisible wind rushing past its feathers. Both the hippogriff and its rider seemed to be racing forward over the bluff, now forever rushing to the defense of the city they loved.

Oh, thank Torag! I wasn't sure that was going to work!

Doxon let out a long sigh of relief and took another brief moment to pray once more. He then laid a hand on the stele.

Good bye, my friend.

With his return to Trunau, Doxon wasted little time wrapping up his affairs there. Trunau had been a home of necessity. Doxon knew there would be few to note his return or his parting. With his only real friends scattering to the winds, the heat of the Forge called to him stronger than ever. Oblivious to the struggles and plans of his friends, knowing only that they were each deep in their own affairs, Doxon took what few possessions of his remained in the brief home they’d shared and departed Trunau in silence.

He trekked the long mountain trails and snowy passes of the Mindspin Mountains to return to Janderhoff. He was a different dwarf now than when he’d left. His faith had bloomed from mere embers into a raging fire. His mettle had been tested so many times and he had been tempered into a fine steel. He returned to his former teachers with the tales of his and his friends' exploits, Agrimmosh and Nargrym’s Hand evidence of their victories. It took time to convince others to join him, as eloquence with words was never his strength, but others faithful to Torag eventually saw virtue in Doxon’s goal of settling Minderhal’s Forge and consecrating it to Torag. He hoped that together they’d be able to reattune the Anvil to Torag’s glory and thus make it a new holy place for dwarfs to worship, live, and thrive.

Doxon and his new companions returned to the Forge and found it as Doxon had last seen it. The halls were empty but the fire burned in the Forge and the Anvil called to them. Doxon knew it would not be easy and that progress would be slow. But, time was something Doxon knew dwarfs had in abundance. More would come and Doxon was determined to be ready for them. He used the blessings of Torag to reshape the interior of the complex, building someplace worthy of his god and suitable for dwarfs to live. And always there was the Anvil. Doxon would spend the many years ahead toiling at the Anvil, shedding sweat and tears to perfect his craft in the hope of forging a new hammer worthy of dedicating to Torag someday.

You are all smarter and prettier than me. I leave the future disposition of Zephyr Hall in your capable hands. For my part, I want to return to Minderhal's Forge. There is much that I can do there. Maybe sanctify the Forge in Torag's Name. Make the place suitable to dwarfs.

While grand to consider, I don't think I could handle having to walk half a mile every time I wanted to hit the water closet.

As the mighty dragon collapses in front of him, Doxon hazards a pause. Breathing heavily through the exertion of battle, he looks around to see he and his friends are all that remain standing. Whistle Pig is there too. I kid!!

Knowing how fierce their foes were, Doxon summons his friends and the aid of Torag again to restore some vitality to all.

Fervor to Channel Energy for 5d6 ⇒ (5, 5, 2, 5, 2) = 19 hps

He then takes a step back, raising both hammers into the air.

Hells, yeah!

Doxon hammers away at the dragon as if he were working tough steel at the forge.

Thunderbolt, TWF: 1d20 + 22 + 4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 22 + 4 + 2 + 1 = 35
Damage: 3d6 + 12 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (3, 4, 1) + 12 + 4 + 2 = 26

Thunderbolt, Haste: 1d20 + 22 + 4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 22 + 4 + 2 + 1 = 40
Damage: 3d6 + 12 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (1, 3, 4) + 12 + 4 + 2 = 26

Thunderbolt, TWF: 1d20 + 17 + 4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 17 + 4 + 2 + 1 = 41
Damage: 3d6 + 12 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (6, 3, 5) + 12 + 4 + 2 = 32

Thunderbolt, TWF: 1d20 + 12 + 4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 12 + 4 + 2 + 1 = 20
Damage: 3d6 + 12 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (4, 5, 2) + 12 + 4 + 2 = 29

Agrimmosh, TWF: 1d20 + 19 + 4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 19 + 4 + 2 + 1 = 42
Damage: 3d6 + 9 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (3, 2, 5) + 9 + 4 + 2 = 25

Agrimmosh, TWF: 1d20 + 14 + 4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 14 + 4 + 2 + 1 = 35
Damage: 3d6 + 9 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (6, 4, 4) + 9 + 4 + 2 = 29

Rend: 1d10 + 7 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 7 + 4 + 2 = 14

As the dragon squidges down closer, Doxon swings his hammer up into its hide.

Thunderbolt, AoO: 1d20 + 23 + 4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 23 + 4 + 2 + 1 = 40
Damage: 3d6 + 12 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (2, 1, 3) + 12 + 4 + 2 = 24

DRAGON!

With a quick prayer to Torag Swift to cast Grace, Doxon rides his phantom steed, Phantom, right up to the dragon and swings the Hammer of Thunderbolts will all his might into its scaly hide.

Thunderbolt: 1d20 + 23 + 4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 23 + 4 + 2 + 1 = 31
Damage: 3d6 + 12 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (5, 1, 6) + 12 + 4 + 2 = 30

Doxon unfortunately rides too quickly forward and the abrupt stop in front of the dragon prevents him from bringing his full strength to bear and the Hammer bounces harmlessly off of its scales.

Doxon stands and tries to get back in the saddle again.

Ride, DC 20: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 5 + 2 = 18

He unfortunately has trouble getting his foot in the stirrup and struggles a bit to get his leg over the saddle.

Hearing Raen's shouts, as well as Vael and Lykophos's exchange, Doxon ignores the orc and gallops the phantom steed forth, pushing through the dense fog to the other side, emerging next to Whistle Pig.

Taking quick stock of the situation, Doxon leans to the side, falling off the steed, landing with a thud on the stone castle floor. Taking Falling Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Doxon rises up on one elbow, staring down the hallway at the biggest dragon he's ever seen. He is finally able to lay eyes on the foe they've shed so much blood and tears to defeat. With a grin, Doxon says a quick prayer to Torag and slams his palm into the stone floor.

Cast Stone Shape

A ripple courses down the hallway from his hand to the Orb. As it reaches the orb, the stone floor rises up into a narrow slide, guiding the Orb down the hallway to his waiting hand.

Challenge accepted, Doxon gives a quick nod to Torag and then unleashes the same fury that felled two cloud giants onto the hapless orc captains.

Swift action to activate Sacred Armor
Will focus on Black, then Red

Thunderbolt, TWF: 1d20 + 22 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 22 + 4 + 1 = 29
Damage: 3d6 + 12 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (2, 3, 5) + 12 + 4 + 2 = 28

Thunderbolt, TWF: 1d20 + 17 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 17 + 4 + 1 = 36
Damage: 3d6 + 12 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (6, 3, 2) + 12 + 4 + 2 = 29

Thunderbolt, TWF: 1d20 + 12 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 12 + 4 + 1 = 29
Damage: 3d6 + 12 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (2, 1, 4) + 12 + 4 + 2 = 25

Agrimmosh, TWF: 1d20 + 19 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 19 + 4 + 1 = 31
Damage: 3d6 + 9 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (6, 1, 5) + 9 + 4 + 2 = 27

Agrimmosh, TWF: 1d20 + 14 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 14 + 4 + 1 = 32
Damage: 3d6 + 9 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (5, 1, 5) + 9 + 4 + 2 = 26

Rend: 1d10 + 7 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 7 + 4 + 2 = 17

DC 24 Will: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (1) + 14 = 15 SHAKEN

The dragon's roar finally pierces Doxon's consciousness and fear takes hold of him. Even so, the giant in front of his is a threat he cannot ignore. He steps his steed forward and unleashes the fury of Torag once more.

Thunderbolt, TWF: 1d20 + 22 + 4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 22 + 4 + 2 + 1 = 46
Damage: 3d6 + 12 + 4 + 2 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (1, 4, 6) + 12 + 4 + 2 + 2 + (3, 5) = 39

Thunderbolt, Haste: 1d20 + 22 + 4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 22 + 4 + 2 + 1 = 47
Damage: 3d6 + 12 + 4 + 2 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (1, 6, 1) + 12 + 4 + 2 + 2 + (5, 1) = 34

Thunderbolt, TWF: 1d20 + 17 + 4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 17 + 4 + 2 + 1 = 41
Damage: 3d6 + 12 + 4 + 2 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (6, 5, 4) + 12 + 4 + 2 + 2 + (1, 6) = 42

Thunderbolt, TWF: 1d20 + 12 + 4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 12 + 4 + 2 + 1 = 35
Damage: 3d6 + 12 + 4 + 2 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (4, 6, 1) + 12 + 4 + 2 + 2 + (6, 3) = 40

Agrimmosh, TWF: 1d20 + 19 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 19 + 4 + 1 = 28
Damage: 3d6 + 9 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (2, 5, 6) + 9 + 4 + 2 = 28

Agrimmosh, TWF: 1d20 + 14 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 14 + 4 + 1 = 39THREAT!
Damage: 3d6 + 9 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (3, 1, 5) + 9 + 4 + 2 = 24
Agrimmosh, Confirm: 1d20 + 14 + 4 + 1 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 14 + 4 + 1 + 4 = 30
Damage: 6d6 + 30 ⇒ (6, 4, 5, 3, 5, 2) + 30 = 55
DC 23 Fortitude save or shrink by one size category, as by heightened reduce person

Rend: 1d10 + 7 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 7 + 4 + 2 = 20

DC 19 Fort: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (12) + 18 = 30

Doxon calls on Torag's protection once more as he continues his assault on the giant before him.

Swift to activate Aura of Protection - 30-foot aura of protection for 1 minute. You and your allies within this aura gain resistance 20 against acid, cold, electricity, fire, and sonic

Thunderbolt, TWF: 1d20 + 22 + 4 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 22 + 4 + 2 + 2 = 45
Damage: 3d6 + 12 + 4 + 2 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (1, 4, 4) + 12 + 4 + 2 + 2 + (3, 4) = 36

Thunderbolt, Haste: 1d20 + 22 + 4 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 22 + 4 + 2 + 2 = 37
Damage: 3d6 + 12 + 4 + 2 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (4, 2, 3) + 12 + 4 + 2 + 2 + (5, 1) = 35

Thunderbolt, TWF: 1d20 + 17 + 4 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 17 + 4 + 2 + 2 = 45
Damage: 3d6 + 12 + 4 + 2 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (6, 1, 4) + 12 + 4 + 2 + 2 + (6, 6) = 43
Thunderbolt, Threat: 1d20 + 17 + 4 + 2 + 2 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 17 + 4 + 2 + 2 + 4 = 47
Damage: 6d6 + 20 + 4d6 ⇒ (2, 1, 4, 3, 4, 3) + 20 + (5, 5, 5, 5) = 57

Thunderbolt, TWF: 1d20 + 12 + 4 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 12 + 4 + 2 + 2 = 26
Damage: 3d6 + 12 + 4 + 2 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (2, 2, 1) + 12 + 4 + 2 + 2 + (3, 5) = 33

Agrimmosh, TWF: 1d20 + 19 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 19 + 4 + 2 = 28
Damage: 3d6 + 9 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (1, 4, 5) + 9 + 4 + 2 = 25

Agrimmosh, TWF: 1d20 + 14 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 14 + 4 + 2 = 24
Damage: 3d6 + 9 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (5, 2, 1) + 9 + 4 + 2 = 23

Rend: 1d10 + 7 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 7 + 4 + 2 = 20

Doxon rides forth to engage the closest giant.

Thunderbolt: 1d20 + 23 + 4 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 23 + 4 + 2 + 2 = 48
Damage: 3d6 + 12 + 4 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (3, 2, 4) + 12 + 4 + 2 + (1, 2) = 30

DC 19 Fort: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (3) + 18 = 21

The cacophony is nothing as compared to the din of the Forge. Doxon carries on.

Doxon urges his steed onward and into the northern room. Seeing the giantess on her last legs, Doxon rides forth to stand next to Ushyle against the fire giant.

Doxon continues his assault on the spider.

Thunderbolt, TWF: 1d20 + 22 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 22 + 4 + 2 = 30
Damage: 3d6 + 12 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (4, 1, 4) + 12 + 4 + 2 = 27

Thunderbolt, Haste: 1d20 + 22 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 22 + 4 + 2 = 33
Damage: 3d6 + 12 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (4, 4, 1) + 12 + 4 + 2 = 27

Thunderbolt, TWF: 1d20 + 17 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 17 + 4 + 2 = 32
Damage: 3d6 + 12 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (4, 6, 5) + 12 + 4 + 2 = 33

Thunderbolt, TWF: 1d20 + 12 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 12 + 4 + 2 = 34
Damage: 3d6 + 12 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (5, 1, 5) + 12 + 4 + 2 = 29

Agrimmosh, TWF: 1d20 + 19 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 19 + 4 + 2 = 31
Damage: 3d6 + 9 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (5, 4, 6) + 9 + 4 + 2 = 30

Agrimmosh, TWF: 1d20 + 14 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 14 + 4 + 2 = 36
Damage: 3d6 + 9 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (2, 3, 1) + 9 + 4 + 2 = 21

Rend: 1d10 + 7 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 7 + 4 + 2 = 15

Reflex: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (5) + 18 = 23

As the lightning coruscates down the hall and washes over him, Doxon barely registers the tickle from the static.

Seeing the imminent threat of the spiders, Doxon calls on Torag's aid once more and rides forth and up to meet the eight legged foe.

Fervor to swift cast Divine Favor

Thunderbolt: 1d20 + 23 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 23 + 4 + 2 = 30
Damage: 3d6 + 12 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (4, 3, 6) + 12 + 4 + 2 = 31

Taking heed of Raen's advice, Doxon bolsters the group's resistance to electicity.

Communal Resist Electricity on ALL (Resist Electricity 30, 20 minutes each)

He also casts:

Ironskin (15 minutes)

Doxon looks over the perch and wrinkles his nose at the sight of the stool.

Who'd leave something so big in the middle of the room? Disgusting. I've never been a fan of giants, but you'd think they'd know better and clean up after themselves. And why the bell? "Oh, hey, everyone!" Tickle, tickle. "Look what I did!" The sooner we rid ourselves of these giants, the better.

Doxon grabs onto Whistle Pig and lowers the halfling to lie on the ground.

Let's get you back up and on your feet again, Little Beaver.

Doxon lays his hands on Whistle Pig, over his brow and over his heart. He then says a short prayer to Torag. Doxon's hands glow briefly and their warmth spreads down into Whistle Pig's body.

CCW: 4d8 + 15 ⇒ (2, 8, 4, 3) + 15 = 32 hps of healing to Whistle Pig

As Whistle Pig stirs, Doxon helps him to sit up.

That was a mighty blow you took, friend. You're lucky that Torag was so close to help bring you back to the living. The warmth of The Forge is eternal and your mettle has survived its tempering. You are made of the finest steel, Whistle Pig, and your soul shall not shatter. Welcome back, my friend. Praise be to Torag!

As if in slow motion, Doxon watches the last arrow fired by the giant sail through the air and pierce the halfling. Thankful that he is close at hand, he reaches out to Whistle Pig to stead him and pass on the warmth of the hearth to his friend.

Breath of Life: 5d8 + 15 ⇒ (7, 6, 5, 6, 5) + 15 = 44

As the first arrow flies towards WP, Doxon call out to Torag to protect his friend.
Divine Interference using a 2nd level spell

With another quick prayer to Torag, Doxon's skin takes on the metallic sheen of raw iron. He then closes with WP, interposing himself between the giant and the halfling. He reaches out and heals his friend of the wounds he's sustained.

Fervor to swift cast Ironskin.

Breath of Life: 5d8 + 15 ⇒ (3, 2, 6, 5, 5) + 15 = 36 healing to WP

Oh, yeah! Enough of this skulking around! Take the fight to the king! We kill him and the rest of this place will fall apart! After a night's rest, we're nigh unbeatable. A disintegrate here and there and we're in! We'll catch him by surprise and overwhelm him before he can call reinforcements.

Do you really believe so, Raen? Like you say, we have struck many blows this day. We have done much to destroy the forces of our enemy. They know we are here. Would not delaying invite attack from them? Shouldn't we expect their remaining forces to be on alert and actively hunting us? While we have some resources left to us, does it make more sense to proceed with all due haste to the King's throne room and confront him to end this journey of destruction once and for all?

Light Fortification: 1d100 ⇒ 6

Doxon raises both Agrimmosh and Thunderer against the first swing from the giant, unable to avoid the massive morningstar. His arms nearly go numb from the impact.

As the giant swings again, Doxon can see it aimed straight for his head. He is able to shift in his saddle enough to take the hit on the shoulder, the magic in his armor deflecting the brunt of the tremendous blow.

Doxon goes Ham on the giant.

Thunderbolt, TWF: 1d20 + 20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 20 + 2 = 30
Damage: 2d8 + 12 ⇒ (3, 7) + 12 = 22

Thunderbolt, Haste: 1d20 + 20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 20 + 2 = 31
Damage: 2d8 + 12 ⇒ (4, 1) + 12 = 17

Thunderbolt, TWF: 1d20 + 15 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 15 + 2 = 24
Damage: 2d8 + 12 ⇒ (1, 1) + 12 = 14

Agrimmosh, TWF: 1d20 + 17 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 17 + 2 = 23
Damage: 2d8 + 9 ⇒ (5, 3) + 9 = 17

Agrimmosh, TWF: 1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 12 + 2 = 25
Damage: 2d8 + 9 ⇒ (8, 5) + 9 = 22

Rend: 1d10 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

Doxon calls on Torag's aid to quickly close with the dragon. He then swings with all his might with Thunderer.

Swift to cast Grace

Thunderbolt: 1d20 + 22 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 22 + 1 = 24
Damage: 2d8 + 12 ⇒ (3, 8) + 12 = 23

Hearing Raen's cry, Doxon calls on Torag for a little Grace and stomps his way towards the western stairs.

Fort: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (8) + 14 = 22
Fort: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (15) + 14 = 29

Doxon wilts under the thrashing from the roper.

Doxon charges the phantom steed forward as he calls on Torag's blessing. As the steed pulls up next to Ushyle, Doxon swings the Hammer of Thunderbolts into the aberration.

Swift to Fervor cast Divine Favor

Thunderbolt: 1d20 + 22 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 22 + 4 = 36
Damage: 2d8 + 12 + 4 ⇒ (6, 6) + 12 + 4 = 28

I have no clue where we are

Doxon readies at the door. Once everyone is in position, he opens it.

Doxon urges the phantom steed forward around the corner and straight at the troll. As they thunder forward, the Hammer of Thunderbolts and the Hammer of Unmaking burst into golden flames. The phantom steed rears up as it reaches the troll. When it lands, Doxon swings the Hammer of Thunderbolts into its side.

Phantom steed move 100', swift Sacred Weapon(Holy, Flaming), attack

Thunderbolt: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (18) + 22 = 40
Damage: 2d8 + 12 + 2d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (3, 5) + 12 + (3, 5) + (4) = 32

Bolstered by his allies, Doxon brings both hammers to bear against the slime and hopefully freeing Ham.

Agrimmosh, TWF: 1d20 + 17 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 17 + 2 + 2 = 41
Damage: 2d8 + 9 ⇒ (2, 1) + 9 = 12

Agrimmosh, Confirm Crit: 1d20 + 17 + 2 + 2 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 17 + 2 + 2 + 4 = 34
Damage: 4d8 + 18 ⇒ (5, 7, 3, 7) + 18 = 40
the target creature must succeed at a DC 23 Fortitude save or shrink by one size category, as by heightened reduce person

Agrimmosh, TWF: 1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 12 + 2 = 19
Damage: 2d8 + 9 ⇒ (1, 1) + 9 = 11

Thunderbolt, TWF: 1d20 + 20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 20 + 2 = 40
Damage: 2d8 + 12 ⇒ (2, 3) + 12 = 17

Thunderbolt, TWF: 1d20 + 15 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 15 + 2 = 27
Damage: 2d8 + 12 ⇒ (2, 2) + 12 = 16

Rend: 1d10 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

Doxon summons the protection of Torag, then rides the phantom steed into the fray, swinging Thunderbolt into the slime.

Swift, Aura of Protection, 30', resistance 10 against acid, cold, electricity, fire, and sonic

Thunderbolt: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (3) + 22 = 25
Damage: 2d8 + 12 ⇒ (1, 1) + 12 = 14

Doxon weathers the hailstorm from WP. He canters the steed into the room. Seeing his friends beset by madness, he calls on Torag to aid them and clear their befuddled minds.

Cast Communal Protection from Evil

Retconned based on clarification from Trex

As Ushyle peels away, Doxon focuses on the gug before him.

Agrimmosh, TWF: 1d20 + 17 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 17 + 4 = 22
Agrimmosh, Fortune: 1d20 + 17 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 17 + 4 = 34
Damage: 2d8 + 9 + 4 + 2d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (7, 5) + 9 + 4 + (4, 5) + (1) = 35

Agrimmosh, TWF: 1d20 + 12 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 12 + 4 = 28
Damage: 2d8 + 9 + 4 + 2d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (7, 6) + 9 + 4 + (3, 6) + (2) = 37

Thunderbolt, TWF: 1d20 + 20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 20 + 4 = 33
Damage: 2d8 + 12 + 4 + 2d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (4, 1) + 12 + 4 + (1, 1) + (2) = 25

Thunderbolt, TWF: 1d20 + 15 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 15 + 4 = 29
Damage: 2d8 + 12 + 4 + 2d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (1, 5) + 12 + 4 + (6, 3) + (4) = 35

Rend: 1d10 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

Doxon urges his steed after Ushyle to engage with the last gug.

Thunderbolt: 1d20 + 22 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 22 + 4 = 38
Fortune: 1d20 + 22 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 22 + 4 = 44
Damage: 2d8 + 12 + 4 + 2d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (6, 8) + 12 + 4 + (6, 6) + (3) = 45

Doxon takes a slow breath and as he exhales, Agrimmosh and Thunderbolt begin to glow and catch fire. He charges the phantom steed forward and engages the next gug.

Swift for Sacred Weapon Holy and Flaming

Thunderbolt: 1d20 + 22 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 22 + 4 = 34
Damage: 2d8 + 12 + 4 + 2d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (5, 4) + 12 + 4 + (6, 4) + (3) = 38

Will Save: 1d20 + 14 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 14 + 5 = 37

Doxon is able to weather the darkness and readies to engage the next gug.

Just waiting for init order and for the Glitterdusts to resolve.

Doxon summons Torag's aid, infusing himself we the fires of creation. He then charges in after Ushyle, providing a unified front against the gugs, and swings his hammer in at the wounded gug.

[ooc]Swift to Fervor cast Divine Favor[/occ]

Thunderbolt: 1d20 + 22 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 22 + 4 = 35
Damage: 2d8 + 12 + 4 ⇒ (5, 5) + 12 + 4 = 26

Sure, no problem. Just hold it out there, and I'll give it a good swing.

Raen gives Doxon the look. Chagrinned, he takes the stone and places it on the ground. He then takes Agrimmosh in hand and swings the mighty hammer down on the foul rock.

Doxon follows after Ushyle, riding his phantom steed up to the giant and swings Thunderbolt down onto it.

Thunderbolt: 1d20 + 21 + 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 21 + 2 + 2 + 1 = 33
Damage: 2d8 + 12 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (1, 4) + 12 + 2 + (3, 3) = 25

Doxon takes the offered cigar and gives it a wary look. He brings it to his lips and inhales deeply.

Cough! Cough! Doxon tries to stifle his outburst.

Smooth, he chokes out as he takes another puff and hands the cigar back to Vael.

During his watch with Doxon...

Vael stares off in the darkness, alert to the sounds of snoring from the group. He's distracted by his own thoughts for some time. After a while he glances at his watch mate, Doxon. In dwarven he says, "Do you feel it, Doxon? I can. My teeth feel a kind of jangling. An ending, I think. What kind, I'm not sure. But it'll be something."

"It'll be nice to be rid of this place too. There's a lot that I miss. Like my brewery. The taste of a good Oakfist Ale. The other beers of Janderhoff. But I think I miss my family most all. My parents and grandparents, even if they never really understood me. Even the other clans I'm related to. Though maybe not the Craghorn clan. They're a wild bunch," he chuckles to himself. "What do you miss, Doxon?"

Doxon sits down next to Vael and is quiet for a moment before looking over to him. I can feel it. There's anticipation in the air. It's the same feeling I get after putting the final polish on a new sword, when I'm ready to swing it for the first time. Have we been tempered enough or will we shatter like glass? We've had many great victories together, but we've each suffered defeat as well. Soon we will see if the crucible of our time together has forged us into weapons capable of defeating our greatest foe.

Doxon leans back and takes in a deep breath, releasing it slowly.

It will be nice to be done with this place, to drop the final hammer on our quest. I'm very tired of giants. Not something I ever thought I would say when we first started our adventures together. I most miss the forge, the focus of working a lump of metal into something useful, the exhaustion of a day spent at the anvil. It's when I feel closest to Torag.

What occupies my thoughts more, though, is what happens next. We have a home together in Trunau that we've spent little time in. We've wielded weapons of legend, defeated armies, unleashed might enough to fell kings. Is life in a tiny, remote backwater enough to maintain our fellowship? Raen is on a path to be amongst the greatest wizards to have ever lived. I don't think there is a door in all the world that could keep Whistle Pig in. You have a spiritual connection to Powers that the most pious could only aspire to. Even Torag teaches that we must forge our successors; we must pass on our knowledge and skill to the next generation. I do not know if we can do all that lies ahead for us in Trunau. What occupies my thoughts more than anything is how soon will be the last time I see all of you.

Doxon humbly accepts the potion from Raen.

When they've all retreated to the engine room, Doxon quaffs the potion.

CSW: 3d8 + 5 ⇒ (6, 8, 7) + 5 = 26

He then draws on the Warmth of the Forge to continue the healing of his wounds.

CCW: 4d8 + 14 ⇒ (1, 3, 7, 5) + 14 = 30
CSW: 3d8 + 14 ⇒ (5, 4, 7) + 14 = 30

Now, how is everyone else? Is anyone hurt?

Doxon summons the divine power of Torag to infuse Thunderbolt. With a squeeze of his knees, Doxon steps the phantom steed forward. He then brings all of his battle prowess to bear on the giantess.

Swift action Sacred Weapon on Thunderbolt (Holy, Shock)

Agrimmosh, TWF: 1d20 + 16 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 16 + 4 + 1 = 33
Damage: 2d8 + 9 + 4 ⇒ (7, 8) + 9 + 4 = 28

Agrimmosh, TWF: 1d20 + 11 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 11 + 4 + 1 = 19
Damage: 2d8 + 9 + 4 ⇒ (4, 4) + 9 + 4 = 21

Thunderbolt, TWF: 1d20 + 19 + 4 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 19 + 4 + 1 + 2 = 46
Damage: 2d8 + 12 + 4 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (6, 7) + 12 + 4 + 2 + (3, 2) = 36 +Holy: 2d6 ⇒ (3, 4) = 7 +Shock: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Thunderbolt, Confirm Crit: 1d20 + 19 + 4 + 1 + 2 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 19 + 4 + 1 + 2 + 4 = 37
Crit Damage: 4d8 + 36 ⇒ (3, 4, 3, 6) + 36 = 52 +Thunder!: 2d8 ⇒ (6, 8) = 14

Thunderbolt, TWF: 1d20 + 14 + 4 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 14 + 4 + 1 + 2 = 34
Damage: 2d8 + 12 + 4 + 2 + 2d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (6, 3) + 12 + 4 + 2 + (3, 6) + (6) = 42

Rend: 1d10 + 7 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 7 + 4 = 18

Doxon nods in thanks to Ushyle with a grin and charges the spectral horse forward to engage the giant. As he does, gold light suffuses the dwarf and his hammers and he crashes into the enormous foe, the Hammer of Thunderbolts swinging across into it with all the fury Doxon can bring to bear.

Move on the steed, Swift to cast Divine Favor, Attack

Thunderbolt: 1d20 + 21 + 1 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 21 + 1 + 4 = 31
Damage: 2d8 + 12 + 4 ⇒ (6, 8) + 12 + 4 = 30

Doxon canters the steed forward and brings both hammers down on the golems.

First on Black, then Blue

Agrimmosh, TWF: 1d20 + 16 + 2 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 16 + 2 + 5 = 31
Damage: 2d8 + 9 + 2 + 5 ⇒ (1, 8) + 9 + 2 + 5 = 25

Agrimmosh, Divine Might: 1d20 + 16 + 2 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 16 + 2 + 5 = 39
Damage: 2d8 + 9 + 2 + 5 ⇒ (3, 2) + 9 + 2 + 5 = 21

Agrimmosh, TWF: 1d20 + 11 + 2 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 11 + 2 + 5 = 32
Damage: 2d8 + 9 + 2 + 5 ⇒ (6, 4) + 9 + 2 + 5 = 26

Thunderbolt, TWF: 1d20 + 19 + 2 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 19 + 2 + 5 = 29
Damage: 2d8 + 12 + 2 + 5 ⇒ (6, 1) + 12 + 2 + 5 = 26

Thunderbolt, TWF: 1d20 + 14 + 2 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 14 + 2 + 5 = 30
Damage: 2d8 + 12 + 2 + 5 ⇒ (2, 8) + 12 + 2 + 5 = 29

Rend: 1d10 + 7 + 2 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 7 + 2 + 5 = 21

Will(Blue): 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (13) + 18 = 31
Will(Black): 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (5) + 18 = 23
Will(Green): 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (10) + 18 = 28

Doxon joins with Ham in striking Green.

Agrimmosh, TWF: 1d20 + 16 + 2 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 16 + 2 + 5 = 31
Damage: 2d8 + 9 + 2 + 5 ⇒ (5, 8) + 9 + 2 + 5 = 29

Agrimmosh, TWF: 1d20 + 11 + 2 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 11 + 2 + 5 = 28
Damage: 2d8 + 9 + 2 + 5 ⇒ (5, 2) + 9 + 2 + 5 = 23

Thunderbolt, TWF: 1d20 + 19 + 2 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 19 + 2 + 5 = 45
Damage: 2d8 + 12 + 2 + 5 ⇒ (1, 3) + 12 + 2 + 5 = 23

Thunderbolt, Confirm Crit: 1d20 + 19 + 2 + 5 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 19 + 2 + 5 + 4 = 47
Crit Damage: 2d8 + 12 + 2 + 5 ⇒ (4, 7) + 12 + 2 + 5 = 30+[Thunder: 1d8 ⇒ 4

Thunderbolt, TWF: 1d20 + 14 + 2 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 14 + 2 + 5 = 26
Damage: 2d8 + 12 + 2 + 5 ⇒ (6, 2) + 12 + 2 + 5 = 27

Rend: 1d10 + 7 + 2 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 7 + 2 + 5 = 21