Priyya attempts to get away, but even with wasp beginning to swarm around his face, Klorak is not deceived. A massive foot seeks to stomp on her, very whether because he is distracted by the wasps, or due to the physical damage inflicted upon his corpse's form, he misses and badly.
In her hands, the giant blade reacts practically shaking with the desire for retribution. Priyya eagerly decides to go along with its instincts but immediately realizes she has misjudged the distance.
Or has she?
The strange blade very nearly pulls Priyya off her feet as it corrects its course and sheers thru all of the red-haired zombie's abdominal muscles spraying guts all over the nearby wall. Even as Priyya completes her clumsy tumble maneuver, Klorak collapses to the ground for the final time, the once mighty warrior's spine snapping as bows over backwards!
Priyya's plan works as at Malikadna's silent urging, the swarm abandons Klorak's corpse and instead pursues the warrior-priestess. Although Priyya can feel the burning sensation of their poison, the wasps' venom fails to slow her down at all thanks to Mal's foresight in casting Delay Poison on everyone earlier.
Priyya manages to completely mend the damage inflicted upon her by Klorak, but the undead chieftain resists the worst of her assault and remains standing.
Looking down at the blade she holds, a sort of dim recollection seems to take hold and he groans out, "Skaaay-thuur," congealing blood and drool pouring from his bluish lips as he does so.
Rolls:
Will DC 17 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27
Justin: Priyya still has a move action left if you want to clear out before the wasps descend.
Oblivious to the swarm of wasps about to cascade over him, Klorak looks down at the small woman and the glowing blade cutting into his thigh. With a a groan devoid of emotion, he clasps his hands together and swings down at her with all his might.
As the blow slams into her, Priyya realizes she would have been able to dodge the blow if not for how open her prior charge left her. Yet she has little time to dwell on the matter, when she feels an urging within her to retaliate against the one who just struck her and senses an opening. Immediately, she spins on her heel slamming the giant blade into her opponent once more.
As before, the runes on the blade now change to 'SKTHR', although their silvery glow seems less pristine than before, like tarnish forming on a candlestick. Still, a palpable thrill of retaliation rushes like adrenaline thru Priyya's hot blood...
Rolls:
slam vs AC 22-2 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (7) + 13 = 20 dmg 1d8 + 13 ⇒ (6) + 13 = 19
Screaming like the deranged madman he is, Klorak knocks out the man closest to the giant lizard before wheeling about and diving at the berserker behind him.
Priyya and Lureene can hardly believe what they see when the hulking chieftain literally reaches out and rips the man's head clear off!
"NO ONE KILL KLORAK! KLORAK THE RED, KLORAK THE STRONGEST! HAHAHAHAHAHahahahaha..."
Laughing hysterically, he looks around at the ring of bodies around him and gives a howl of bloodlust that makes Mal sound like a kitten. Dropping to his knees, he holds the severed head high and revels in the flow of blood rubbing it into his face and chest as if using some hoary bath sponge.
At last his own injuries catch up with him and he collapses into unconsciousness, severed head still clutched tight.
Unable to wield the massive log he was swinging with two men hanging on him, Klorak none-the-less accomplishes a surprising feat of strength striking everyone around him with crushing bands as he throws his arms wide howling in blood-choked rage!
Nearly like dominoes, he knocks out over half the berserkers, and leaves another barely conscious. The two who tried to impale him from opposite sides are the only ones still in fighting condition, and even in their berserk state there is fear evident in their eyes.
With an incoherent howl of rage, Klorak steps into the middle of the men who attempted to lay hands upon Alis seeming attempting to kill everyone around with a single mighty blow!
The first giant to suffer his wrath is the one that had attempted to backstab him a moment before. He gets hit so hard, the flames on the deposed chieftain's cudgel are extinguised!
Even as that giant reels from the blow, his club continues and cracks into the next man. Only the fact that Klorak's insane rage unbalances him saves the next cannibal from having the teeth knocked from his head.
The mention of his lack of heirs seems to strike a chord with Klorak. His eyes practically bulge out of his head even as the veins on body stand out. He picks up a flaming brand from the fire and points it at his concubine. "You dare not give me sons, woman? You dare not do your part for Tribe? You have no use!"
Next Up: Next Up: Darvesch, Durgon & Vechus, Lureene, Harem Giantess, Aerys, Sasha, Gelik, Priyya, Malikadna; Alis, Klorak (Giants, Jask) (Delaying)
MAP: V - Giant Cannibal Village, (Round 08b)
When Alis steps into view and begins walking about the camp, the sound of the didgeridoos and drums fall silent. Only the crackling sound of the fire, Gelik's whimpers, and the chewing of the great lizard fill the silence.
Slowly, the tall, powerfully built chieftain rises to his feet, throwing one of his concubines aside like a careless child discarding a toy. His blood-red hair falls about his massive scarred shoulders and the bony headdress he wears like a great mane. Red tattoos, or perhaps warpaint mark his forehead and cheekbones, and a necklace of human skulls hangs about his thick neck.
Even his eyes go wide at the sight of the jungle goddess before him and he silences the jealous murmuring of one woman with a backhand.
He points a single finger at the tower silhouetted against the dark blue sky, his beady eyes never leaving the dark-haired, voluptuous temptress. In a resounding voice, with a pump of his arm at what must be his bedchamber he says, "TAKE HER BACK!"
