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Great ending. I enjoyed how it isn't all sunshine and roses with the goodguys winning. It shows the repercussions of the PCs losing, along with how the larger picture is unfolding. Well done. And yes, please do ping me if you are running another campaign. :)
Echoing above: no risk, no fun. Though I will say that dying can be fun. Here, for example. It made for a great story! And I always write [DECEASED] in the profile of every PC lost in action. A little badge for a story concluded. For this story…at least Ingrid and Eris found family and died with that bond. But poor Brogol. He had things to do! And I really liked an evil character with dreams of knighthood. It isn’t seen that often and it worked well here. Now we just need the epilogue, something I’m looking forward to reading. :)
Not gonna lie. Eris’ death was pretty sad. She and Brogol had good deaths. Really enjoyed having an evil campaign where the characters had reasons for what they did. A great ending for a great campaign! My thanks to all involved for a great time!
With a gurgle Ingrid put a hand on the ground and tried to push herself up…without success.
With a gurgle Ingrid fell to the ground. She tried to get up but found that she couldn’t. In that moment a thought came to her mind. Her parents. They hated her enough to name her Foedottir. But that was a lie. She was their daughter. She almost laughed, because she was dying and was still thinking about them. Almost, as there was too much blood in her throat to do that. She prayed that Asmodeus would be pleased with her, and that she had fulfilled the bargain made. Love wasn’t real. Loyalty, duty, honor…it all was only as strong as the terms of the agreement. Her only hope in life, and death, was in the contract. Feebly she tried to ride, to fight off the cold hand of death. Not out of any great desire to live, but rather because the contract demanded it. She had to give her all for Asmodeus. And that meant that even with death already reaching out it’s hand, she had to fight. She was so close to meeting the terms of the agreement…she couldn’t give up now.
Bad time to roll low...but hey. If we get a TPK, at least it is an end to book 1 (the final fight!) and it makes for a good story.
Severely gored by Caggan, Ingrid could do little but cough up blood as she tried to pull herself free from his grip. Seeing how perilous the situation was, she spat out "I fear not death, for I know that I am in the right. Can ye say the same?"
Ingrid moved up to stand before Eris and called out to Asmodeus for his blessing.
”Wand me and let’s go.”
Indeed, my condolences
As usual, Ingrid was covered in gore. Both her’s and her victims’. Without bothering to bandy words she leapt at the enemy, claws out and teeth barred. She figured that having some vegetables was part of a balanced diet…
”Why would we touch yer Fookin’ grove?” Ingrid hissed as she made a defensive swipe with a claw. ”Ye be the one who joined a fight that doesn’t concern ye!”
The enemy couldn’t be flanked, but he had nowhere to go. Ingrid did not let up the assault, as she slashed and bit without pause.
”As last words go...” Ingrid said as she stepped forward to attack ”…I’ve heard worse.”
Agreed, you’ve been amazing. Hats off to you for getting us to the end of this book
Moving forward I see 3 options: 1: Hard Mode - stay as is
Thoughts?
”Good. Prisoners who can’t flee. We can send men to collect them at our leisure.” Ingrid commented.
”All good.” Ingrid said with a smile. ”But I’ll be needin’ it after the next dance without a doubt.”
”So. Ready to finish this?” Ingrid asked the other two.
”They’re ready for us. But to retreat now means that any evidence here will go with them. Our duty says that we should see this through.” Ingrid replied.
Seeing that the creature was still alive, Ingrid sent her mace flying towards it. Sadly, given the angle, actually hitting it was beyond her.
”No ye don’t.” Ingrid said as it tried to flee
Finally getting a good grip on how to use her mace, Ingrid took the time to properly aim when she swung….
Another wild swing with her mace came down at the celestial creature. It was abundantly clear that she had no training with it.
Unused to fighting with manufactured weapons, Ingrid tried to make the most of the situations by jumping into a wild attack.
With the foe disarmed, Ingrid strode forward and swung her mace…
At the last second Ingrid growled and stepped back, holding the line with her comrades.
Ingrid took her mace in hand. It was adorned with the holy symbols of Asmodeus and had already tasted the blood of the enemies of the faith. Eyes narrowed, she said "Brogol, Eris, let's do this. Get it!" She waited for either of them to go in, so that she could ensure that a good hit could be done. Taking the mace with both hands, she swung with all of her might....
Technically I can use my masterwork mace with 2 hands. With Str18 and BaB2, it is: +2 (BaB) + 1 (Masterwork) + 2 (Divine Favor) + 4 (Str) -1 (Power Attack) = +8
With DR10/? this means I'll be doing 1d8+1 damage with each hit. It's not much, but at least it is something. So Ingrid will power attack away, while Brogol tries to disarm and Eris takes the Greatsword.
Re: Bullrush. Thanks, it was worth a shot! The problem is that it had at least DR5. Ingrid’s claws did nothing, so Missile weapons will likely be ineffective as well. Also I think grapple>disarm, as it probably has a bite attack. Finally there are more foes. The longer we take on this, the greater the chance of a TPK is.
My best idea? Disarm or grapple. I can’t get through its DR. But if we can hold it down and tie it up, then combat over.
Ingrid slowly walked over to the bridge and rolled her shoulders. She made eye contact with the the foe and regarded it stoically. Her claws did nothing. Her bite did nothing. To fight it was suicide. But she knew her duty to Asmodeus and she was willing to die to fulfill it. So she broke into a run, heading straight for the hound...
"Asmodeus, protect yer investments!" Ingrid called out, causing her wounds to begin closing.
Ingrid released the hound, only to be savaged in turn by it’s blade. Slashing wildly, she fell back lest her corpse be added to the multitude lying all over the fort.
"Uh-huh." Ingrid muttered. Stepping forward, she fell upon Aericad, looking to take him by surprise by not fighting with the mace on her belt, but rather with claw and fang. Without hesitation she sought to rip his throat out with her teeth.
”Ye have me thanks and me word.” Ingrid said. ”Goodnight.” The dwarf proceeded to knock the woman out. ”Spellcasters have ways to escape from mundane bonds, and we have a serious fight ahead of us. Six more to go, including werekin. Gag her and let’s go finish this.”
Seeing that the carrot wasn't working, Ingrid tried the stick. "Come now." Ingrid said. "Ye saw what happened to the traitors here. Tell us what you know, and if what you say is accurate, then you have my word that I will not try to cause any more pain than what is necessary. And believe me, what happened to the lads here? It could have been so much worse." Ingrid said, running a claw down the woman's cheek. "Do ye think that they'd thank ye in between their screams?"
Ingrid smiled at the brave woodsman, respect written all over her bloody face. "A true warrior deserves a warrior's death, does it not?" She said, as she grabbed his arm, stopping his second swing. Her claws dug in deep as she forced eye contact, pulled the woodsman in towards her, and proceeded to tear him to pieces.
”Commendable loyalty.” The gore drenched dwarf remarked as she held out her mace, causing it to fly towards the last standing traitor.
Ingrid went over grappled the woman. "Tire her up while I hold her down." Ingrid said.
"Well done." Ingrid said, giving Eris a fang filled smile. Leaving Brogol to do the talking, she walked over to the paralyzed woman and began the process of tying her up and gagging her.
Ingrid ran towards where the pale woman was, but then stopped, spun and sent her holy mace flying towards the nearest woodsman. The weapon hit him square in the chest with a *thud*
Unable to see Ingrid crouched down and prayed fervently to Asmodeus to overcome the foe’s magic so that she could do his will. Either by divine intervention or a natural effect, her eyesight returned…
Running through a barrage of arrows, Ingrid leapt at the spellcaster. She could feel the foe trying to get into her mind. She obliged by showing him exactly what was on it by dragging a claw across his chest.
"Poor choice." The infernal dwarf said, her hands and face covered in blood. The creature came at her, and she lashed out with a claw as it did so, ready to grab it and tear it to shreds should that fail to halt it.
Acting before the unarmored man, Ingrid took a five foot step forward and fell upon him, a blur of claws and teeth. She attacked without hesitation or mercy, seeking to rip him apart before he had time to react.
Ingrid caused the mace to fly out once more and then threw the door behind her open, knowing that she would need to take cover soon against the barrage of arrows coming her way.
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