Feral grins at the introduction and bows low, his eyes still shining silver like Janos' and the others'. "You can put the old crow's misgivings to rest, Kendra. The packs have a new alpha and the troubling period of chaos has thankfully come to an end." He smiles widely when he mentions a 'new alpha' but his gaze turns to Janos when Kendra offers her last bit of news.
"A child?" He laughs heartily then, the sound low and gravelly, "Janos! Congratulations! Haa haa haah! How exciting for the both of you." Though Feral's broad smile makes it seem as if he'd be ready to eat the child as soon as it was born, the wolf's words and manners belie his frightful appearance and suggest that he might actually be genuinely happy for Janos and Kendra.
Feral grins and spreads his long, bloodstained hands wide as a sign of peace. "Haa haaah, no offense taken, Janos. Dantrian's been quite forthright in that regard, after all. But he's missed his window for a cure, I'm afraid. For here I stand, yes?"
The wolf continues, his voice harsh and gravelly, "I'm sure we'll conspire and collaborate with the count, but the count can't offer Dantrian anything that compares to what we've already won for him: all the packs of the Shudderwood. I've taken in both halves of Sain's heart, you see. My place as Alpha is secured. As is Dantrian's. What better setting to study and understand than from the throne? Who better to keep the wolves in line and reign them in?"
"Dantrian musters his strength even now, Janos. You needn't be so suspicious. I'll part soon enough. But I can tell you now what Dantrian will say, though I'm sure you won't like it.
Mosswick's still flitting about, we've been jumping straight from fight to fight since the Stairs though and there hasn't been any real room to draw attention to him, alas.
Feral watches the exchange between Anton and B'yelka from a small distance, a small grin playing across his blood-stained maw. The towering wolf turns then to Janos and Drosil and asks in his heavy, gravel-filled voice, "Leipstadt, Janos? Truly? Ascanor has a few rather critical vacancies in leadership at the moment. Think of what the two of you, along with Kendra, might be able to do. I'm sure Anton would be happy for the nearby company. Dantrian would too, no doubt."
Feral looks up at Janos as he speaks, the towering wolf bent over Adimarus' still corpse. He holds Admimarus' heart, slick and oily and black, in one stained claw. "Yes we did, Janos. Heh heh haaaah." As if to punctuate the point, Feral crushes the heart in his palm with a low growl. "Yes we did."
He stalks back over to the fallen form of the necromancer Vrood and recovers the last half of Sain's heart. With a wicked smile, he devours it.
"There." Feral's tone carries an air of finality, of accomplishment. He looks back to Janos and the others, his eyes shining silver, "Ascanor will do nicely. Though I believe I now have business at the Stairs. When the remaining packs are brought to heel, Ascanor can begin to recover without worry."
"Come then, Adimarus! Why don't you show me what you think you can do with that little twig of yours! HAHAAHAAH!" Feral rips another cork free and downs the contents of a second vial as he continues his slow stride toward Adimarus.
popping displacement: 50% miss chance and move 30ft further in a straight line for Adimarus
Feral bites the cork stoppering a flask, tearing it free, and downs the liquid with a gulp. Casting the empty vessel aside, he strides forward slowly for Adimarus, stepping over the shattered body of Vrood, as a hungry, wicked grin spreads across his face. "I'm going to enjoy ripping you to shreds, pup!"
drink a lesser restoration (removes my fatigue), move 30 feet toward Adimarus!
"Leaving trouble to the wolves is leaving it to me, Janos. I lead the Silverhides now, and to leave Adimarus breathing is to condemn the Shudderwood and Ascanor to his twisted, devilish reign." Feral glances to the ranger, and the others in turn. "Is that something you would so easily allow?"
Feral watches Vrood fall with undisguised delight in his eyes. As the necromancer's bones crunch to the ground, he chuckles softly. "Heh heh haah. An ignominious end for a craven wretch. How worthy! Heh haah haah!"
The towering form of Feral turns to his allies as other parties begin to arrive. He glances back to Adimarus when the demonwolf alpha addresses him and snarls, "Weaklings? Hah! You think these four to be weak? You're as foolish as you are ugly, cur. If I walk over to you, it'll be to rip the tiny heart from your puny chest!"
As B'yelka tugs on his overly large hands and urges him to depart, his expression softens as he looks from her to the others. "You all wish to flee? Now?" Feral's face hardens for a long moment, his lips drawing closed into a tight line before he nods, "Very well. If that's what you all want, I won't argue." As he speaks, the scant few scratches and bruises on his chest knit together and vanish almost entirely and he shifts forward slightly, positioning himself between his four friends and their seemingly many foes.
Status:
HP: 57/57 // 4 nonlethal
AC: 26 (13 T / 22 FF) (17 vs incorporeal touch)
CMD: 23
F/R/W: +8/+6/+5
Mutate used (0/2):
Prepared Mutagen: Strength (darkvision, scent) [X]
Spontaneous Healing used: 20/35hp
Enhanced Potions used: 1/3
Hero Points used: 3/3
Prepared 1st Level Extracts (3+1): cure light wounds [ ], enlarge person [X], shield [X] [ ], open [ ]
Prepared 2nd Level Extracts (3+1): ablative barrier [X], alchemical allocation [X], barkskin [X], false life [X]
Prepared 3rd Level Extracts (1+1): displacement [X] [ ]
Ongoing Effects
ablative barrier (7 hours): 34/35 hp converted, +2 armor (force)
barkskin (70 minutes): +4 natural armor
heroism (70 minutes): +2 morale bonus on attack rolls, saves, and skill checks
enlarge person (6/7 minutes):+2 Str, -2 Dex, -1 AC (size), -1 to hit, 10ft reach
good hope (7/8 minutes): +2 morale bonus on damage rolls, attack rolls, saves, and skill checks
inspire courage: +2/+2
fatigued: -2 str, -2 Dex until 8 hrs rest
displacement (3/7 rounds): 50% miss chance
negative levels (2): –2 penalty on all ability checks, attack rolls, CMB checks, CMD, saving throws, & skill checks. -10 current and max hp
Feral snarls at the soaring figure and slips a javelin free. Testing the enlarged weapon's heft with a chuckle, he watches their foe closely, waiting for his hooded prey to attempt casting a spell.
Ongoing Effects
ablative barrier (7 hours): 34/35 hp converted, +2 armor (force)
barkskin (70 minutes): +4 natural armor
heroism (70 minutes): +2 morale bonus on attack rolls, saves, and skill checks
enlarge person (6/7 minutes):+2 Str, -2 Dex, -1 AC (size), -1 to hit, 10ft reach
good hope (7/8 minutes): +2 morale bonus on damage rolls, attack rolls, saves, and skill checks
inspire courage: +2/+2
fatigued: -2 str, -2 Dex until 8 hrs rest
displacement (3/7 rounds): 50% miss chance
negative levels (2): –2 penalty on all ability checks, attack rolls, CMB checks, CMD, saving throws, & skill checks. -10 current and max hp
Ooof. Drosil man, your range increment stinks! 10 ft? Shoot man. So, with the penalties from fatigue, the negative levels, the 4 extra range increments, and penalty from not being proficient with Drosils, I can't imagine the fastball special would ever get Drosil even close. Alas. If only this floating jerk hadn't used up all my dang hero points!
Feral grunts softly as the black beam bites into his chest, breathing heavily before looking up in the direction it came from. "Mmmm. Yes.. yes! Give me another! Haa haa HAAAH!" While he taunts the caster, the towering wolf keeps casting fleeting glances back over his shoulder to Anton as he endeavors to keep himself positioned between the Desnan and the source of the draining magics.
total defense!
Status:
HP: 54/57 // 9 nonlethal
AC: 26 (13 T / 22 FF) (17 vs incorporeal touch)
CMD: 23
F/R/W: +8/+6/+5
Mutate used (0/2):
Prepared Mutagen: Strength (darkvision, scent) [X]
Spontaneous Healing used: 15/35hp
Enhanced Potions used: 1/3
Hero Points used: 3/3
Prepared 1st Level Extracts (3+1): cure light wounds [ ], enlarge person [X], shield [X] [ ], open [ ]
Prepared 2nd Level Extracts (3+1): ablative barrier [X], alchemical allocation [X], barkskin [X], false life [X]
Prepared 3rd Level Extracts (1+1): displacement [X] [ ]
Ongoing Effects
ablative barrier (7 hours): 34/35 hp converted, +2 armor (force)
barkskin (70 minutes): +4 natural armor
heroism (70 minutes): +2 morale bonus on attack rolls, saves, and skill checks
enlarge person (6/7 minutes):+2 Str, -2 Dex, -1 AC (size), -1 to hit, 10ft reach
good hope (7/8 minutes): +2 morale bonus on damage rolls, attack rolls, saves, and skill checks
power attack: -2/+4
inspire courage: +2/+2
fatigued: -2 str, -2 Dex until 8 hrs rest
total defense: +4 dodge bonus to AC
displacement (1/7 rounds): 50% miss chance
negative levels (2): –2 penalty on all ability checks, attack rolls, CMB checks, CMD, saving throws, & skill checks. -10 current and max hp
Seeing Anton exposed, Feral steps in front of the Desnan, putting himself and his bulk between the paladin and the assumed position of the hidden caster. "Heh heh haaaah. You can't hide forever, worm!"
Standard: pop a displacement extract Move: move in front of Anton and give him as much cover as Feral's size will warrant
Tibideau and Ashan were our solutions to that particular problem =P I have see invisibility in my formula book, but I don't have an extract of it prepared.
Feral hacks as the hand's pustulence coats his tongue. He drops to one knee, coughing and spitting and glances angrily toward where he heard the chanting. As weariness suddenly settles over him, he growls between coughs, "Oh, I'm going to enjoy gutting you, whelp!" He takes a step forward, granting Janos some cover behind his own bulk before hacking again.
Spellcraft:1d20 + 12 ⇒ (18) + 12 = 30
Limited to just a move action, but I don't want to spoil anyone's chances of skewering this casty jerk by giving it gobs of cover so I'll just 5ft step nearer to Janos.
Feral roars a throaty laugh as the spell washes over him. "Haa haaa haaaah! What a clever trick that was. Such a shame IT DIDN'T WORK!" As his laughter shifts into a roar, he savages the remaining hand. His wounds also knit slightly as he tears into the putrid appendage.
I don't know if it's because Feral's token is so big, or if it's the map working as intended, but I can't see anything on either side of me except for the faintest pie-slice of yellow to my left. Is that Janos? Feral's primary focus at the moment is to kill the hand choking Janos to death. Is there anywhere on the map (which I, the player, can't see) where I can move to be able to do that?
My ability to access the map often times doesn't line up with my windows to post (such as right now, for instance), so yes, I post 'blind', so to speak, more often than not these days. Alas =(
"Unhand him!" Feral starts to chuckle darkly at his own joke, "Eeheh. Ahhhah. Hehh hehh haaaah!" as he tears into one of the corporeal hands harrying Janos.
Perferred target is the hand grappling Janos, but if I can't reach it with a 5-ft step, I'll go for the one I bit last round instead.
With the doors shattered and the way open for his allies, Feral glances hungrily up the wall at the remaining archers. He considers bounding up the wall and smiles darkly at the thought of dropping into the midst of the skeletal archers and crushing them to dust, but his concern for the others outweighs his thirst for wanton violence.
Striding into the tower, he sees Anton nod to the curtain and with a guttural roar, the hulking wolf rips it down.
Feral's like 12 feet tall at the moment, Janos. Unless you've been holding out on revealing some Mr. Fantastic-like stretchy arms, I don't think you can help him all that much in that regard =P
1d10 + 21 - 8 ⇒ (5) + 21 - 8 = 18
As the skeletons open fire, Feral looses a throaty roar as he brings his mace crashing into the already buckling door a second time. And though several of the arrows find his flesh, they bounce off leaving little other than bruising behind. Kicking the bits of door out of the way with a gravelly laugh, he waves B'yelka, Janos, and Drosil through into the tower.
Feral pushes Anton aside as the Desnan struggles against the door. "Allow me. Heh heh haaaah." He draws his enlarged mace as he chuckles, and with a gleam in his eye, he brings the massive weapon crashing into the door, blasting it off its hinges with the second swing.
+1 Heavy Mace:1d10 + 21 - 8 ⇒ (5) + 21 - 8 = 18 +1 Heavy Mace:1d10 + 21 - 8 ⇒ (5) + 21 - 8 = 18
(+12 (1.5x Str), +6 p. attack, +2 good hope, +1 enhancement, -8 hardness)
Feral chuckles. "Heh. Who's been holding back? Hehh hehhh haaaah." Eyes flashing as he looks to the nearby tower, he slams his heavy fists into the dirt with a throaty growl before bounding off toward the structure.
As soon as Anton's arrows whistle free from his bow, the towering form of Feral bounds across the intervening field between the Five and the cultists and their skeletons. As he rushes forward, he uses his arms almost as often as his legs, churning up the damp, clotted dirt behind him in dark clumps.
He arrives with a frightful roar and a series of thunderous, overhand blows as he tries to shatter any remaining skeletons into dust.
Feral grins with dark glee, "Oh, I can handle them." The towering wolf takes one thunderous step forward, ready to surge across the intervening span once Anton's arrows have been loosed.
Feral ignores the mad dash for the fleeing cultist and continues his efforts at turning skeletons into little more than dust. His heavy, clawed hands crash down onto the skeletons from on high, each strike accompanied by a savage roar.
Feral growls as Janos starts rummaging through the desk. "Leave it, Janos. There are no cultists hiding in those drawers. I can make of use of this after we've crushed our quarry."
Feral laughs softly as his eyes drift up from the place where the curate's hand touched him and up to her eyes. "Haa haa haaa. Little girl, what do you hope to do now, hmmmm?" He pulls one claw back, ready to rip the frail woman's throat out. At the last second though, he instead balls his fist and brings his hand sweeping around in a crushing backhand.
Feral rushes forward with a furious growl, the soil churning up into damp clumps beneath his heavy, rushed passing. With a challenging growl, he balls both his fists together and brings them crashing down onto one of the festerogs.
Claw:1d20 + 16 ⇒ (8) + 16 = 24for:1d8 + 9 + 4d6 ⇒ (1) + 9 + (2, 1, 3, 3) = 19
Should be flatfooted for not acting in combat yet. If that's wrong or sneak attack doesn't apply, he takes 9 less damage.
Feral stops in his tracks and turns to regard the diva. He takes two heavy strides up to her before grabbing her tunic and cloak just below her neck and hitching her up into the air, holding her up in front of his massive maw and gleaming fangs. He growls darkly, eyes narrowed in cool anger, "Mind your tone, girl," before setting her back down, hard, and returning to his position in the front. Without looking back, he offers over his shoulder, "I'll consider keeping one alive for your self-indulgent questions. But only because you asked so nicely. Heh heh haaaah."
From his leading position, he keeps his sharp eyes darting left and right, high and low, while using his sharpened sense of smell as well to warn of any possible ambush or hidden threat.
Perception (w/ scent):1d20 + 15 ⇒ (12) + 15 = 27
I can't reference the map very well on my phone, so I'm trying to recall from memory: can we keep going with our South-Easterly arc? That would swoop us down toward F8? The F8 reference could be way off, but I'm pretty confident some labeled building is to our lower right.
Feral growls, the sound much deeper now than when he's his normal size. "Those scribblings were beyond Dantrian before and neither of us have any insight into them now. Tibideau would've been a help, no doubt. That strange creature Ashan, too. Why does it even matter though?" He punches one heavy fist into the palm of his other hand with a snarl. "Petros' killers did it; that's enough reason for me to try and put a stop to it. Kill them, their work, rip apart anything they ever touched or cared about!"
He then glances back at B'yelka and seems to frown. "What good will questions be, hmm? Every extra breath they take is just more opportunity for them to hurt one of you."
As the skeletons lumber into view, Feral seems ready to bound across the intervening space with savage fury, but Janos' shout causes him to check his step. Looking back at the ranger, the hungry gleam in his eyes fades as he rises to his full height rather than the hunched, predatory posture he'd adopted without realizing it.
"Let's not wait for them too long, Janos. Petros' blood roars for vengeance to be done!" As his anger and eagerness begin to boil over again, Feral doubles over as a brief flash of pain washes over him. His shoulders bulge, followed by his arms, legs, then chest and, in the span of a few breaths and a ferocious roar Feral looks at Janos and the others, though this time the wolf looks down.
Towering now at more than 12 feet in height and an easy match for any of the Primal pack, Feral chuckles softly as he looks at his massive clawed hands and rolls his neck, the thick, corded muscles rippling beneath his fur. He grins at the others before turning slowly to regard the distant skeletons. Raking his claws in the soil at his feet, he looses a frightful roar as he prepares for more violence.
Feral rakes with both his heavy claws once more and, still ignoring the bile-churning pus leaking from the festerog's numerous sores and pustules, follows with a power snap of his silvered fangs. He roars angrily as he tears into the creature before him. "Where's the Whispering Way? Where's the necromancer?!"
Ongoing Effects
ablative barrier (7 hours): 5/35 hp converted, +2 armor (force)
false life (7 hours): gain temporary pool of hp
barkskin (70 minutes): +4 natural armor
heroism (70 minutes): +2 morale bonus on attack rolls, saves, and skill checks
inspire courage: +2/+2
sickened (1/2 rounds):-2 to durn well everything
My bad, Jelani, I'd forgotten to remove my shield potion from my stat block after it expired. That 26 should be a hit. Apologies!
Feral snarls and hacks as the foul pus smears into what fur remains on his snout. Despite the hitch in his throat and the surge of bile he feels, he steps in again and continues to press his savagery. "Grah! Soft and weak! I want the Whispering Way, not you lumbering pus-sacks!"
Ongoing Effects
ablative barrier (7 hours): 5/35 hp converted, +2 armor (force)
false life (7 hours): gain temporary pool of hp
barkskin (70 minutes): +4 natural armor
heroism (70 minutes): +2 morale bonus on attack rolls, saves, and skill checks
shield (7 minutes): +4 shield bonus to AC
inspire courage: +2/+2
sickened (1/2 rounds):-2 to durn well everything
Feral picks up the dead cultist's body by the shoulder and regards the bite briefly before casting it aside. "Could've been from one of those primals, but if it was the one who inflicted it was playing with their food. Stomach wounds kill slowly and painfully." He then glances back at the crumpled body and shrugs, "Or maybe they just wanted a snack afterward."
Uninterested in playing detective, the wolf snarls and pads onward, ready to continue their own hunt for this bone-plated necromancer of the Whispering Way.
A low growl rumbles in the back of Feral's throat as B'yelka approaches him, but he nods after a long moment of consideration. Though the flesh looks healthy after, the diva's magic did little to restore the scorched fur or to remove the stink of it from the derelict kitchen.
Snarling and flipping a table with an angry toss of one hand, Feral roots around briefly before pressing on to the next building.
Ongoing Effects
ablative barrier (7 hours): 5/35 hp converted, +2 armor (force)
false life (7 hours): gain temporary pool of hp
barkskin (70 minutes): +4 natural armor
heroism (70 minutes): +2 morale bonus on attack rolls, saves, and skill checks
shield (7 minutes): +4 shield bonus to AC
Feral sniffs deeply, the smell of the tallow and wax overwhelming his senses briefly and obscuring the tell-tale musterings of the haunt. Just as Anton shouts, the hulking werewolf spins upon the door, silver eyes wide with fright. Even as his Desnan ally tries to push the haunt away, Feral's massive claws come up to his own throat and bring his face slamming down into the adjacent kettles.
The smell of burnt fur and flesh, and likely the sharp, searing pain, are plainly enough to bring Feral back to his senses. A low, pained growl rumbles angrily at the back of his throat as he picks himself up. When he turns to the others, the left side of his face is missing its fur and the flesh beneath is blistered, purple and rubbery.
Ongoing Effects
ablative barrier (7 hours): 0/35 hp converted, +2 armor (force)
false life (7 hours): gain temporary pool of hp
barkskin (70 minutes): +4 natural armor
heroism (70 minutes): +2 morale bonus on attack rolls, saves, and skill checks
shield (7 minutes): +4 shield bonus to AC
