Ingrihild grabs her Waraxe and runs up to aid her brother, clutching the Dwarven weapon with two hands. But the edge of her axe slipped off the big ass Scorpions hard exoskeleton.
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Tears of joy flood through Ingrihild's eyes as she witness the sacrifice Haskyll has made.
Day Sixty-four through the morning of Day Sixty-seven The party spends the next several days cleaning and restoring Nargrym’s tomb. On the morning of the six-seventh day, the party leaves Nargrym’s tomb behind, heading the way they came.
Ingrahild will notice what looks like the remains of an old road, "This thar be escaped me befir. It be an old road, very old, heading west. Janderhoff is towards the west. Should we be give it a whirl."
Ingrihild comes up, "Take everything else. Umlo and I only want the beard clasp. But we need to restore the Tomb. And then seal it up again. Without any valuables, no one should need to disturb Nargrym again." Umlo, Ingrahild, and Leira will reveal the following concerning the items found: Nargrym Steelhand replaced the hand he lost to a frost giant’s greataxe with this magic prosthesis. NARGRYM’S STEEL HAND MINOR Artifact SLOT none CL 20th WEIGHT 3 lbs. AURA strong transmutation Forged from solid steel, this magically animated prosthetic hand is elaborately sculpted down to the finest detail. Nargrym’s steel hand can be used to replace the normal hand of a humanoid creature—it can’t be worn in addition to an already existing hand. When attached to the wrist stump of a living humanoid creature, Nargrym’s steel hand magically forms a permanent bond to the wearer’s flesh and nerves. Once the hand has bonded to the wearer’s wrist, the wearer gains full control over the hand as if it were part of his own body. The hand has a full range of motion and functions as a normal hand. While worn, Nargrym’s steel hand grants its wearer a +2 enhancement bonus to Strength (treat this as a temporary ability bonus for the first 24 hours the hand is worn) and a +5 bonus to CMD against disarm attempts. In addition, the wearer can wield weapons of one size category larger than the wearer’s size without penalty and without altering the weapon’s designation as a light, one-handed, or two-handed weapon. For example, a Medium creature wearing Nargrym’s steel hand could wield a Large longspear as a two-handed weapon without penalty. However, whenever the wearer of the hand is within line of sight of a creature with the giant subtype, he must succeed at DC 15 Will save or be compelled to attack the giant, as suggestion. Once bonded to a wearer, Nargrym’s steel hand cannot be removed except by the wearer or after the wearer’s death. DESTRUCTION: Nargrym’s steel hand is destroyed if it is smashed by a giant wielding a hammer of thunderbolts. Nargrym Steelhand took this spear from the dead hands of the taiga giant warlord Neveraka, and used the weapon for the rest of his giantslaying career. Heartspit PRICE 10,310 GPS SLOT none CL 8th WEIGHT 18 lbs. AURA moderate evocation Fitted with a menacingly cruel 2-foot-long barbed iron head, this Large +1 giant-bane longspear can skewer an opponent, lodging beneath the flesh and holding fast. On a confirmed critical hit with the spear, Heartspit’s wielder can attempt a combat maneuver check to grapple the target as a free action. This grapple attempt does not provoke an attack of opportunity from the target if that creature is not threatening the wielder. While grappling a creature with Heartspit, the wielder can move or damage the target with the spear only on the wielder’s turn. The wielder is still considered grappled, though he does not have to be adjacent to the target to continue the grapple. If the wielder ends the grapple or the target successfully breaks the grapple, the target takes 4d6 points of slashing damage as the spear’s barbed head is ripped free. CONSTRUCTION Requirements COST 5,310 GP Craft Magic Arms and Armor, hold person, keen edge, summon monster I
Kaos will not find anything that radiates magic in this chamber. Ingrahild will look at the tracks, "Thar tracks be all over, from both doors to Nargrym's stone panel."
Ingrahild will look at the floor, "Very peculiar. Thar feet prints are all the same size, as if from the same feet."
Anga detects magic on the large standing circular stone disk. Ingrihild will walk up to the Dwarven runes for "loyalty," she speaks just under her breath, "Grundinnar." The runes begins to glow.
Ingrahild becomes stacked up on the stairs behind the other members of the party. But when she sees Ulfgard jump off the stairs she calls out, "Pigs don'ta fly. Ner do Dwarves." Ingrahild puts away her axe, and draws out her bow.
Ingrid will respond to Haskyll, "Naaah, keep ye healing fer a deepa wooound." She smiles back at the Cleric.
Ingrihild takes a step and fires an arrow that sticks into one of the Purple People Eaters. Ingrihild shrugs, "Thar be Ettercaps. Spider men. They be the trap makers. Their bites be poisonous. Donna know why they be tak'n up residence at Steelhand's tuuumb."
"Halt everyone. Don't move. Thar be a very thin trip wire across the trail," the Dwarf Ranger looks at the nearly imperceptible thread, then points it out to the party.
"I am anxious to find Steelhand's tomb, when are we going?" Ingrahild makes an inquiry to the party.
With a scream, Ingrahild drops her bow, and grabs her Dwarven Waraxe with both hands. And then with Hasted movement she moves to a clear spot and hacks into the giant undead hand.
Umlo also continues to work on the giant hand.
Ingrahild shifts in her space just enough to not take the full force of the lightning bolt. Electricity tingles through her body. She then sends a series of arrows starting with the third Orc. Two of the arrows stick into the Orc, one just missed a vital organ.
Ingrihild will takes out her bow and fire an arrow at whatever foe is moving.
Ingrihild's snores reaches decibels that shake the pews.
"Me be tuckered out. Let's rest, Ingrahild calls out. Fabian Blix offers the chapel as a safe place to rest. The party rest for the next eight hours without incident.
Day Forty
Umlo looks up at the party, "Aye bears. Every night I have been fighting these bears. Two, sometimes three at a time. They always win. If I begin to win they send in another bear, usually one of the dire beasties." He sighs, "Droja here, then comes in and heals me for the next night's fight. If it wasn't for Droja, me would be a goner. All I have is me iron skillet as a weapon." He reaches for and holds up a bloody skillet. Mats of bear fur can be seen along its edges. Ingrahild embraces her brother, "They all deserve to die. Let's find a place to rest and then finish off this vermin."
When Ingrahild sees the Dwarf, she does a doubletake, "Umlo, is that you?" The other Dwarf looks at the female Ranger, "Ingrahild, I thought ye be dead fer sure." "What did they do to you!" Ingrahild exclaimed. She begins to cry and goes to embrace her brother. The party hears the growls of many bears.
Ingrihild, dripping sweat and splattered with Orc blood, speaks out, "Where be me brutha?
Ingrahild moves behind the second Orc.
Ingrahild fights through the despair, and goes all Ninja with axes on the sixth Upper Moat Orc. She hits with her Dwarven Waraxe and gets a critical strike with her handaxe.
Ingrahild moves over a dead Orc to get at the sixth Orc. She swings only her Dwarven Waraxe against the green humanoid.
She will cut into the sixth Orc.
Ingrahild hacks again into the sixth Orc. As the Orc falls, she gets another hack in with her handaxe for good measure. The sixth Orc falls down dead.
Ingrahild tries her axe on the sixth Orc, and draws back a little green blood.
Ingrahild continues to work on the fifth Orc with a flurry of attempts. But her main strike with the Dwarven Waraxe is the only blow that strikes true. The fifth Orc falls down dead.
Still overcome with melancholy, Ingrahild manages a smile when an Orc engages, "Tis be fer me brutha, you miserable arse of a swine." The female Dwarf Ranger strikes with her first blow, though the despair blunts the force of the attack. The weakened strike upsets her other attempts to cut into the Twisted-Nail Orc.
At present, Kaos sees no other creatures in the moat. "With all due respect Miss, if it be me brutha, then he be likely in the moat," Ingrahild responds to Leira's suggestion. Ingrahild follows Kaos down into the moat.
When Kaos cast detect magic, the breastplate and warhammer radiate magic. When Ingrahild sees the items, "No! No! These be me brutha Umlo's gear. I recognize them. His warhammer has marks in the handles for every ten Orcs he has killed." There are four notches in the handle. The breastplate is a size that would fit a Dwarf.
Lot of traps. these orcs are a paranoid lot.
Ingrahild will look up the narrow secret passage, "Thar be only one other set of tracks besides Leira's. I dunna think tis be th' werk of Orcs. Looks like human doins from some time ago, maybe the Lastwall folk."
Ingrahild's begins to weep for not apparent reason.
Earlier in the Surprise Round Anga hits the big headed humanoid with a Force Missile. Round Two Leira acted first in the Round. Ingrahild fires two arrows through the crowd at the big headed humanoid. But unable to find a spot with others in melee, she misses her target with both shots
With the thin ugly down, Ragnir hefts his axe, steps in, and hacks into Pumkinhead. Kaos takes a step to the right. Haskyll stabs at the creature. But, Ulfgard steps in with Agrimmosh and drops Mr. Pumkinhead. Both Humanoids lie unconscious on the floor.
Kaos opens the door. Surprise Round Leira fires an arrow at the first humanoid she sees. The arrow embeds into the being. "Diplomacy is fer diplomats," Ingrahild fights through the despair, takes a step and fires an arrow at the skinny extremely ugly deformed humanoid, that has yet to be engaged. But the arrow bounced off the stone wall behind the creature.
Ragnir brings up a Protection from Evil for everyone. Kaos moves in and engages the big headed ugly humanoid. Haskyll follows with spear in hand. Anga looks on. Ulfgard guards the door. Round One Moving in and spider climbing up the wall, Leira hits Mr. Skinny with a second arrow. Ingrahild attempts two more arrow shots. The first arrow strikes deep into the skinny one's chest. The ugly falls unconscious as Ingrihild's second arrow misses high.
Ragnir, seeing Mr. Skinny fall, shifts his attack to the big head humanoid, but misses the surprisingly nimble humanoid. Startled, the remaining humanoid pulls out a wicked hooked weapon and slashes at the big human. The one nearly as tall as himself. The hook cuts into Kaos.
Kaos misses with his counter strikes. Haskyll sticks the big headed humanoid with his spear. Anga watches. Ulfgard guards.
Round Two
Ingrihild listens to Anga. Then fights through the despair, "Aye! We can take a horde of Orc pigs. And if we can't, then the great forge in the sky will honor our attempt. But, I agree. We need to scout out ahead first."
"Thar be Orcsas in this har place thatsas needs ta be dealt with," Ingrihild says fighting through the despair. When she hears the discussion about a place of rest, "We be the only ones that knowsas about that ugly Giant lass being dead. We barricade ourselves up in her big room. And if anything be coming a knockin', we tell'm to go away." Ingrihild pauses, then tries her deepest voice imitation, "In a big deep ugly sounding Giant scum voice that is."
Ingrihild chokes back tears and moves up behind Kaos. She sees the lumbering second Ogre clear enough to take a shot at the big oaf. The arrow barely sticks into the Ogre's hide.
Ingrihild stows her axes and readies her bow.
Ingrihild negotiates the difficult terrain of dead bodies, and moves up next to Ragnir. She too becomes ready for the Ogre's advance.
Ingrahild fights through her depair, and engages the second Manticore.
Ingrahild is in too much despair to attack a pair of lounging Manticores.
The less than attractive female Dwarf looks at Kaos just balling, "Me dunna know. Tis so sad."
Ingrahild will drop her offhand weapon, then move againt the last Giant Orc, choking her waraxe with two hands.
Unable to take a step up against the first Giant Orc, Ingrahild will take a step and attack the left puppy. Overwhelmed with despair, none of her attacks were successful.
"Thar be one bigga Orc." Ingrihild follows Ulfgard and Kaos to attack the closest Giant Orc.
Waves of despair overwhelm Ingrihild, but she pushes on with her Dwarven Waraxe in her main hand and Handaxe in the offhand. She misses with her primary weapon and nicked the Giant Orc with her offhand weapon.
Leira will not have any knowledge concerning the "Storm Tyrant." Ingrahild will speak up, "The Mindpin are a stretch of bumps in grrround. We be on the Orc infested side. The other side has all those tattooed dancin' humans. Some of my kin is said to live in the Mindspin, along with all otha kinds o' horror."
Ingrahild will be somewhat stunned by the turn of events, not the least, seeing two Manticores jump out from under the cage and begin devouring the two dead Hill Giants. Inside the cage room, Ingrahild looks to find something to secure the door, "Help me block up t'is here door. Lika Ragnir says, me donna wanna be dessert." Kaos does not notice anything magical in the room, but he, Leira and everyone else do notice there is a horde of items in the room. The most stunning of which is a wedding dress, a giantsized, gem-encrusted silk gown, draped like a tablecloth over a large oaken desk inside the cage. Scattered among the chests, crates, and loose piles of coins outside the cage, there is a book, a marble bust.... DC 20 Knowledge religion check:
Bust of the stone giant (actually the giant god Minderhal) ... a woven 25-footsquare carpet depicting two giants making love, a polished, giant-sized drinking horn made from a mammoth’s tusk, a macabre necklace made from petrified human and elf ears, a series of 12 framed drawings or proportion studies of different giants (cave giant, ogre, hill giant, marsh giant, stone giant, ettin, frost giant, tomb giant, fire giant, ash giant, cloud giant, and storm giant), a gem-encrusted scabbard for a Huge falcata, and a bronze statue of a fierce storm giant riding a dragon.
Ingrahild feels the Dwarf Cleric's healing touch, "Thank ye Haskyll. It be time to turn this overgrown Orc, into a pile o' poop." The Dwarf Ranger drops her handaxe, takes a step, and with a two-handed grip hacks into the second Hill Giant. She barely manages to cut into the Hill Giant's leathery hide.
Ingrahild will hit the first Giant, if it does not fall prior to Ingrahild's initiative. Otherwise, she will advance on the second Giant and miss.
Ingrahild will follow the others, Dwarven Waraxe in one hand, a hand axe in the other. She will engage whichever, flat-footed, Hill Giant still has an opening.
Ingrahild climbs up then whispers, "Me thinks I picked up a wee bit 'o giant poo. Yuk!"
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