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Due to her own nefarious motives, Bizan arrived late to support her newfound allies, but what matters is that she arrived, one way or another. Panting and gasping for breath, the woman stops her sprint just closer to Grumblejack, which as soon she gets near, takes flight laughing and diving into the corridor. ”Grumblejack never ate red skinned un’s. How do they taste like?” he says whooping in the air and bringing down his gigantic hammer on the head of the red skinned barbarian, covering the retreat of the enemies. Atk (higher ground): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21
And even tho the man tries to sidestep, the attack, he gets hit by it.
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The half devil ogre, since he has almost no room for attaking the enemies behind the dragon, decides to cast a spell over the area, while the others deal with the bigger thread.
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"Missy Un'" the ogre looks at her suspiciously "You Un' just never what?" he asks curiously, but don't even wait for an answer as he continues eating and talking. He has a mind to follow the woman, but then, the food seems more appealing. He wanted to show he could cast magic as well, but then again, he already did it on the battle, so she probably already knew, unsless she was blind, with those strange eyes of her. Taking one last bite from his raw snake-lady meat, he asks "What now?"
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Eggs and potatos? Who cares about that stuff! Meat! Rarer the better! The ogre thinks to himself happily while eating large amount of almost raw snake-lady-meat, with some bites as well of moondog, so you know, the opportunity doesn’t go to waste.
As Cecelia enters the Kitchen, the ogre moves towards her, a raw piece of meat in his hand, blood dripping from his mouth, it smiles a fiendish and murderous smile. He seems ready to attack the Cecelia at any time! This is how Cecelia sees the ogre. As Cecelia enters the Kitchen, the ogre gets up, happily smiling while taking another bite from the delicious meat he is eating. Since he is curious, he tries his best to demonstrate how amiable he is, smiling broadly and welcoming to their new companion. This is how Grumble see the situation. ”Un’, how should Grumblejack call you?”
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Not disappointed, just feel like I failed to provide a near death experience for our newcomers... I'll have to work harder next time. Grumble is far from his better shape, but even then, he moves forward to attack the invisible enemy.
The big earthbreaker shatters the stone but hits no enemy at all. ”Where’s the doggy?”
Ogre
Will: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
"It's raining arrows! Take cover!!!" The ogre yells, as the illusory arrows pieces his shoulders and head and armor, blood pouring freely from his several wounds. Grumble takes a step back and finally chances a spell, restoring a little bit of his health.
Grumblejack takes 44 (80% of 55) points of damage.
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”The dogs again?” Grumblejack complains once he sees and then un-see the enemy.
CL x SR 16: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7 Dmg: 5d6 ⇒ (3, 6, 1, 6, 3) = 19 plus sickened for 1d4 ⇒ 3 rounds But Grumble has no idea if his spell hit anything, since he can’t see the enemy.
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Grumblejack, the half-demon grinning ogre look at Tiadora, makes a face, looks away and then glare at the newcomers. ”These un’s seem very weak.” the ogre says bluntly ”Grumblejack could rip their un’s head with a single bite.” he boast not too forcefully. But then, he introduce himself ”Grumblejack, slayer of lots of things. Eater of even more things.”
Ogre
Grumblejack, the ogre finishes chewing the priest head and then notices the fox woman is awake and alive.
”Can we keep her? Grumblejack has Un’s and the Snake woman to eat, but this one fox un’ish might be a fine meal tomorrow!”
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Grumblejack ignores the man Hound is currently fighting with to deal with the man trapped on the tentacles. Atk: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17
The gigantic hammer flies down towards the man’s head, but is not able to finish off the Medium.
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Round: Surprise Grumblejack gets fancy, raising his earthbreaker and conjuring the power of darkness over his foes. The power takes the form of a cold, cloying miasma of greasy darkness.
Round: One And then he takes flight towards the tin can’s mounted on horses.
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Grumblejack now hosting an anklegrabbing Hound, charges with delight at the flying woman.
The ogre laughs in delight with his now enhanced mobility. Flying to catch a flying snake! Grumblejack had never thought such things possible.
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The black tentacles lashes indiscriminately at the elfs but offer no danger to them, the nimble creatures easily avoiding the threat summoned by the witch. -- A nasty full toothed grim appears on Grumblejack face as he watches the skinship sharing between Hound and the flying snake lady.
Swift to smite good, move and attack.
The gigantic Earthbreaker turns into a deadly weapon, as the ogre finishes his flight-charge with a powerful downward arc, which missed the woman's head by a hairs width, but that didn't saved her from the impact of the weapon.
Ogre
Atk: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (6) + 13 = 19
Bite: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23
Grumblejack finishes off the barbarian with a powerful attack from his eartbreaker, and lastly biting the enemy head’s off.
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Eldred, there was no new interaction with the illusion, you still cannot make another will save to disbelief it.
The ogre looks around, deciding what’s the best prey in all the and the decides:
Round 3 He takes flight deciding to return to his usual strategy. Fly, drop, kill.
But the attack is wasted.
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@Johan The ogre listens thoughtfully for a moment and then grunts a reply, perhaps only to himself. “Someone has beaten Grumblejack before. Someone has hunted, hated and hurted Grumblejack before. But up until today, nobody ever save Grumblejack before. You think Grumblejack owe you something?”
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Will: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
”What’s with that Crazy old un’ over there?” he asks unleashing another attack.
The earthbreaker, guided by demonic strength, describe a downward arc with devastating force and momentum.
Grumblejack looks at the dead body in the floor and then says offhandedly.
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”Rá, even the scary un’ is scared!” Grumblejack sneers mistaking Johan trying to lure the man away from his enemies with being afraid of facing him.
Swift to smite, then attack
But the attack, strong as it is, offers no real risk to the warrior.
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After all the flying, Grumblejack takes his time to put Cedric down, while waiting to see how the others would do. He wanted to wade amongst the enemies and bite their head off and eat to his heart content. But she was cautious about what to do, the un's were apprehensive of the tin can's over there. Then Grumblejack would wait to enter the place, but that would not prevent him from causing some mayhem.
Ogre
Grumblejack had been watching the whole thing without saying anything or even doing anything.
He looks at everyone present. There’s Elfy, my meal, later.
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Grumble somewhat ignore all the questions, in his new enhanced mind the answer was clear: That was all due his faith.
Hovering some feet above the ground, Grumble can’t contain his happiness and starts to fly about, happy as a little child.
The he flies towards Seren scooping her and hugging her tightly.
Ogre
Grumblejack is immediately suspicious when Mysty tells his to drink from the water, even more when Rose put some distance from it.
Suddenly Grumblejack changes; his half-fiend heritage is revealed, his horns grow much larger and he can magically fly. Grumblejack is no longer just an ogre. He is something mightier, nastier and he is grateful. Grumblejack: Grumblejack Male Ogre Warpriest 1 LE Large outsider (native) Init +0; Senses darkvision 60 ft., low-light vision; Perception +7 -------------------- Defense -------------------- AC 24, touch 8, flat-footed 24 (+9 armor, +6 natural, –1 size) hp 59 (5d8+20+5+1) Fort +10, Ref +1, Will +7 Defensive Abilities: DR 5/magic ; Immune: poison; resist: acid 10, cold 10, electricity 10, fire 10; SR 16 -------------------- Offense -------------------- Speed 30 ft. (40 ft. base), Fly 60ft (80ft base) (Good) Melee Large Earthbreaker+11 (3d6+10) . . greatclub +10 (2d8+10) . . bite +10 (1d8+3) . . claw +10 (1d6+3) Ranged javelin +4 (1d8+5) Space 10 ft.; Reach 10 ft. -------------------- Statistics -------------------- Str 25, Dex 10, Con 19, Int 12, Wis 14, Cha 11 Base Atk +3; CMB +11; CMD 22 Feats Iron Will, Toughness, Weapon Focus(Earthbreaker) Skills Climb +3, Intimidate+1, Perception +7, Knowledge (religion) +5, Spellcraft +5, and Survival +6. Languages Common, Giant, Abyssal Combat Gear --; Other Gear Fullplate, javelins (6),earthbreaker, greatclub, Asmodeus symbol, backpack, 0 GP -------------------- Special Abilities -------------------- Aura (Ex): A warpriest of a chaotic, evil, good, or lawful deity has a particularly powerful aura (as a cleric) corresponding to the deity’s alignment (see the detect evil spell for details).
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1st Level:
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”Oh, that ghosty one we met upstairs?” the ogre stops to think before saying ”Can it be eaten? Grumblejack doesn’t think his teeth could do it…” the ogre begins clearly distracted by something else ”Grumblejack knows this place. But don’t know.” he makes an impatient sound as he tries once more ”Here feel like someplace Grumblejack knew long ago, only that Grumblejack do not know this place.”
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It's a mind-effect. Also, it's a K:Planes, but whatever, I messed with the descriptions. Will: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
The ogre hold his feet when the dogs started howling. Argan passed near him fleeing and that was the order for him to flee as well. "Daeg's. Grumblejack don't like them!" he says moving further away from the outsiders.
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@Agrippa Grumblejack gives you a last stare that clearly says: As if I believed it.
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The sorceress cast haste at the first round, since she was level 7, it means Hassan still have one round worth of haste, and Eldred arrow miss. "I'll kill for killing the other uns!" Grumblejack says as he attacks the red skinned man.
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Posca Reflex: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20 Safe; ”Bye!” the ogre says with a cruel smile, as he attacks the dwarf. Atk | Extra Blessing of Fervor: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (2) + 13 = 15
Atk: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (1) + 13 = 14
But surprisngly, both attacks miss and miss bad the dwarf.
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