I’ve had something unexpected come up; I’m going to be offline for a while entirely not sure how long.
I’ll try to get back when I can.
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My gut says more cover is better, but I’m also the giant with a 10 ac Also though, probably time to execute- a decent plan now is better than a perfect plan too late I suppose.
With power attack I’d be doing 4d6+12 so minimum 16- probably need several solid hits, maybe as many as 8? I only have lowlight vision so I guess I can’t hit with the bow at that range.
Break DC 28 leaves even me needing a 20, but I do more than 10 damage with my ax consistently so maybe battering down through damage is the route to go- or climbing.
As soon as Grengar returns and distributes the bows, he nods to Grumblejack, "Yes, now is the time to crush him."
Grengar hurries back to the armory, leaving the keg & supplies here by the door and grabbing all the remaining bows plus matching quivers and bringing them down to everyone. "Take two- even if you don't THINK you're going to fire it, they might save our skin."
Stall for time- let’s run back and get the rest of the e bows first.
Strength 26 when raging, up to 28 if I have time and use the last spell for enlarge- so probably. Could also just batter it down with a size large or huge butchering axe?
There were 12 long bows so that’s 2 each if Grumblejak doesn’t take any- so we can ditch one and still carry one each.
I’m starting to think my last spell might be best as a true strike to get one good arrow shot in on an archer before we burst out. Everyone has a bow, right? Might be useful to open with an arrow volley, maybe we could even snag extra bows so we can carry one away each and drop the one we use as the opener to save action economy towards putting them away. I’ll have to go back and check how many total bows we have.
I did my bit to try to scare him, it’s about all Grengar is good for in social scenes- I think past this it’ll be time to fight, right?
”listen little man! There is only one way you survive the next ten minutes- and that is if you let us pass on peace right NOW. Otherwise I’ll break your body, and send your soul to hell as painfully as possible.”
Grengar assists on moving the stuff.
Grengar has a tablecloth sack full of food and a Barrell of ale beside his axe and a few other weapons tucked in his belt or slung on his back. I’m down to a single spell- and it’s memorized as true stroke, but I can sub it to either summon nature’s ally (two rounds) or enlarge person on myself (size huge for 2 minutes)- not sure if it’s useful in any of those three variations.
I mean. . . now that I can cast my enlarge person again, I can almost touch the top of that wall, right? How tall do I get at size huge? Assuming I don't just die a pin cushion to arrows. . . I need to get some size large armor when we get out of jail ASAP. That's probably a bad plan.
How tall are the walls? Do we know?
I think we need a new plan, or new part of a plan here. . . we can't wait it out or they will get more reinforcements here, and we're effectively still pinned down in the main building until we come up with a way to rush/take the wall and get out.
Grengar finds some furniture to shove in front of the new window before going back and retrieves the previously gathered supplies and the barrel of ale. "Soon, Tawg, soon you shall know the joy of getting uproariously drunk on far too much ale!"
Grengar puts his head down and hurries through the window out of the line of archer's fire.
Grengar lumbers out and to the left and then tries to swing at the guard.
Grengar will heal himself before packaging the supplies and whatever else he can carry. "So the warden is down, and some of us have magics back- what now?"
I was considering punching him to avoid the -4 for Nonlethal until we discovered that there is no longer a -4 for Nonlethal
Grengar again strikes out, trying to subdue the warden
Ohhh, yeah, my roll was so low it wouldn't have mattered though.
Is the warden holding a weapon, or has he just been casting spells?
"What is this? Urazra has blessed me! I survive the flames and feel my magic return!" Grengar steps forward out of any remaining flame, and casts a cure light wounds on himself.
Turning his axe to strike with the flat Grengar strikes at the warden.
Were we planning to subdue or to just kill the warden here? I don't want to accidently chop him in two if we wanted him alive.
Grengar smiles, "You will go down quite easily. I am sure."
Grengar looks for anything he can jam in from of the door before leaving it to join the others upstairs.
Grengar growls waiting. . . straining his ears to hear how it goes upstairs.
Better would be if the warden has the anti-dote to give me my spells back hah.
Ah, I couldn't remember.
Did we have one cure light potion unused still? I know we used the one from the Veil, but I can't remember if we used the one from the soldier's chests.
Grengar nods silently to Araton, taking up the best position to guard the door.
"Quick then- through the door." Grengar fumbles with the keys, unlocking the door and pushing it open.
Grengar lumbers out into the courtyard.
"Mostly, MOSTLY, you're just born big- I was. It's the giant blood in my veins. . . but there are other ways. Urazra blesses me with extra size and strength at time. . ."
Grengar gathers together the supplies they plan to carry out, using the guard's clothing, belts, and scabbard's to strap the weapons he's acquired to his massive back, before settling down in a safe place to relax until it was time.
Actually with 12 long bows, no reason to not all take one. Also, I still find it hilarious that this group works together so well being a bunch of murdering evil doers.
Grengar smiles when they crack into the armory. . . "Now we are talking. . ." He picks up the size large butchering axe he used to slay those poor miners and chuckles, grabbing a long bow and quiver of arrows. "Now we can even the odds against those archers too, eh? Which of us is the best shot do you think?"
"Let's check the armory then-- perhaps these tinies have something good there."
Grengar secures the supplies in the kitchen (or whichever room we've taken as "base"), and follows to explore.
"oh hoh ho- what is this? A map?” Grengar inspects the map.
Yeah, I traded away most of the Druid's normal animal stuff for getting bigger.
Grengar begins rearranging the furniture to block whatever doors or windows the others say need blocked.
I was hoping for some kind of ranged weapon to even up some odds, but alas. . . Also a shame about only steel shields. We should definitely take time for everyone to get into armor who needs it now.
"Hrm. . . they know we are out of our cells now for sure- they will leave us alone until night? I think not. . ." Grengar checks the newly slain guards, picking them over for anything else, "If we had one of their bows. . . Perhaps I could lift the table out and we could walk behind it?"
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