Fortitude Save: 1d20 + 8
*burp*
Hissing and snarling like a pair of tomcats in a mexican standoff, Jyg'g attempts to go for the jugular.
Primary Axe 1: If successful:
Off-Hand Axe 2: If successful:
DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE AND CRAWL BACK UNDAH THE BRIDGE AND SWIM IN DAH SHAT FROM WHICH YA FEESSTEERR! HIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE-YAH! AH CHOPPAY SOOOEEEEY!
GEEET HIM YA SINGAH SONGAH GUY!
Seeing the hideous creature busy with the others, CHisora moves out behind it and strikes quickly with the gleaming sickle in her outstretched hand.
Attack McLovin with Hekate's Fili:
Damage:
Since the party is already blessed, and Pipp seems strangely well-versed in stacking rules, instead of breaking into song he resorts to a trick of magic he learned on the road.
Hissing and snarling like a pair of tomcats in a mexican standoff, Jyg'g attempts to go for the jugular.
Primary Axe 1: 1d20+4+1 If successful: 1d4+3
Off-Hand Axe 2: 1d20+4+1 If successful: 1d4+1
DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE AND CRAWL BACK UNDAH THE BRIDGE AND SWIM IN DAH SHAT FROM WHICH YA FEESSTEERR! HIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE-YAH! AH CHOPPAY SOOOEEEEY!
As the orcling darts in his first swing opens a long gash in the poo flinging beast, his brown blood splashing the floor. His second attack however seems to flail somewhere out in left feild.
"Yer so lucky we ain't playin fer really reals punk! Otherwise I'da kicked yer ass already!"
Seeing the hideous creature busy with the others, CHisora moves out behind it and strikes quickly with the gleaming sickle in her outstretched hand.
Attack McLovin with Hekate's Fili: 1d20 + 8
Damage: 1d6 - 1
The drow aims her attack the soft line where Mclovins spine would be, if he had one, but she has to pull her swing short to avoid being gutted by Jyg's second attack.
Since the party is already blessed, and Pipp seems strangely well-versed in stacking rules, instead of breaking into song he resorts to a trick of magic he learned on the road.
Sensing the magic being worked on him the WebTroll sneers,"Ha! You can't enspell me! I'm too......."
*hisses with spittle hanging from his blood bitten lip*
*still hissing with spittle hanging from his blood bitten lip after chewing up all the dots*
"Ooh! It worked!"
Aevelyn=15.
Baz=15.
Mclovin the Egg loving webtroll=13.(Flat Footed for first round.)
Jyg'g=12.
Heiron=12.
Pip=10.
Skia=last. :P
Aevelyn watches the display of martial prowess displayed by her companion, and sees an opportunity to strike. She circles around the Webtroll, and then pulls out her oddly shaped mace. Grasping it firmly, she utters a magical phrase and the mace vibrates and tingles in her hand.
*tugs on Baz's tunic*
Aevelyn watches the display of martial prowess displayed by her companion, and sees an opportunity to strike. She circles around the Webtroll, and then pulls out her oddly shaped mace. Grasping it firmly, she utters a magical phrase and the mace vibrates and tingles in her hand.
Although the swing does indeed strike sickly troll-flesh, in his rage McLovin seems not to notice as it repels against his ugly hide.
I think this creature needs more iron in its diet. EAT HAMMER!
To hit --
If successful --
As Baz distracts the webtroll with his hammer, Jyg'g continues to do the ole one-two with his ax.
Primary Axe 1: If successful:
Off-Hand Axe 2: If successful:
doncha be frooshkin' wit mah or else iah gonna frack youse up likesah iah did to youse awhn dah last schwoop!
*snikt* *snikt*
In case anyone was wondering ...
doncha be frooshkin' wit mah or else iah gonna frack youse up likesah iah did to youse awhn dah last schwoop!
Translation: The birds sure are lovely this time of year -- anyone care to go fishing?
Hieron gives up on spell casting. He attempts to close with the troll so as to flank it. (Will let DM add bonus or not.)
Hefting his caduceus, he aims it's axe blade and sends it trollwards with a shout.
Take this, foul cave creeper!
Damage if hit:
I think this creature needs more iron in its diet. EAT HAMMER!
To hit -- 1d20+7+3
If successful -- 1d8+2+3** spoiler omitted **
Baz lands a staggering blow to the foul beast, causing it to fall back breifly. You note that as it does it seems to begin to reduce to its former size.
As Baz distracts the webtroll with his hammer, Jyg'g continues to do the ole one-two with his ax.
Primary Axe 1: 1d20+4+1 If successful: 1d4+3
Off-Hand Axe 2: 1d20+4+1 If successful: 1d4+1
doncha be frooshkin' wit mah or else iah gonna frack youse up likesah iah did to youse awhn dah last schwoop!
*snikt* *snikt*
Although the first swing misses, the second opens a deep gash across its side.
The crap spewing monstrosity seems upset at having lost its former footing and swings madly at the orcling before trying to rush past and get to the stone spiderweb covered desk."Ahhhg, nononononononononononono! Yoos guys stop pickin' on me!"
Hieron gives up on spell casting. He attempts to close with the troll so as to flank it. (Will let DM add bonus or not.)
Hefting his caduceus, he aims it's axe blade and sends it trollwards with a shout.
Take this, foul cave creeper!
1d20+5
Damage if hit:
1d8+4
As Hieron buries his axe-blade into McLovins skull the "foul cave creeper" goes down in heap,"F#%& yoos! I is leavin' and yoos all suxors!!" he swears as the last life leaves his sorry form.
So ... why were we here again? Were we gathering information or was this just along the way?
Who was hit? Jyg'g -- you alright?
So ... why were we here again? Were we gathering information or was this just along the way?
Who was hit? Jyg'g -- you alright?
jyg'g was the one hit.
BAH! Fraschkin' trool! Tuhwats onlee ah fleisch woond! Jyg'g cahn shakes it auf!
The orcling looks down upon the slain webtroll ... and begun to realize that since it is a troll variant...
Jyg'g needz fiah! FIIIIIIIAH! BURRRNNN DA WEEBTROOL!
"Our little friend is right! We need to set this troll alight, lest it rise up on us while we search its noxious lair for coppers and clues! Who has something to light? Perhaps we can pile dried leaves over the corpse?"
Hieron removes his flint and steel from his pack.
BAH! Fraschkin' trool! Tuhwats onlee ah fleisch woond! Jyg'g cahn shakes it auf!
Yes, we can look for some companions for your pet rock collection as we move on.
Jyg'g needz fiah! FIIIIIIIAH! BURRRNNN DA WEEBTROOL!
I'd prefer not to use my acid -- anyone else have fire readily available?
Whassit?
The orcling pulls a bottle out of his backpack and attempts to read the label.
Al ... alkhamyst ... alkaymick ...
*scratches his head in puzzlement, then his eyes open wide like saucers when an idea hits him*
I GOTZ BOOM JOOS! HAHAHAHAHA! WEBTROOL GO BOOM!
"Sorry, everyone, I can only light my fires in the bedroom."
Pipp starts sticking large marshmallows on the ends of pointed sticks.
After a brief survey of the lair you spot enough alchemist fire to torch the butt ugly foul mouthed scrawny twit.
"Surely these woods are safer now thanks to our heroic efforts! Do we now continue on to the pigs themselves?"
Pipp starts to play a bit of travelling music on his flute in anticipation.
"Should we not first do a thorough search of the lair for anything else of interest?" Hieron rummages around in the lair, stacking any alchemist fire outside for the conflagration of the troll.
"Eeewww..." Aevelyn makes a disgusted face as she picks through the remains of the webtrolls belongings.
"Good thinking!"
The orcling picks a stick up from the ground and proceeds to poke the corpse of the webtroll in the eye.
Now dats ah sight fer sore eyees! BAH HAH!
*gouges some more*
After a thorough search of the cave you find the whole of the trolls treasure. It consist of a broken longsword(usable as a short sword) that does radiate magic, a six pack of PBR (Powerful Brew of Restoration), and a golden belt depicting men and women dancing.
"By Hermes' heels, an interesting haul. Who knows what poor souls lost their belongings, and their wits if not their lives, to this per'lous webcrawler? I say we save the PBR against future need, and the sword and belt can go to those who call them. What say you?"
Aevelyn's eye are drawn to the belt, and the images of the couple dancing. If I wore this belt, I could be the best dancer in FawltyLand!.
"I would like the belt, please, if you don't mind,"
Aevelyn claims the belt, anybody want the blade?
Can Jyg'g haz burning now? Jyg'g no askey one moore time
Hieron breaks off a branch around 3 feet long and takes it in the lair, where he twirls the end around in the troll's web. Once it's good and thick, he lights the end with the his flint & steel and hands the makeshift torch to the orcling.
"Want a light?"
The orcling's eyes grew to the size of goose-eggs.
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAHHAHAHA!
Without hesitation, he clutches the makeshift torch out of the cleric's hand and proceeds back to face the webtroll.
Diss woont hert one bit. Okay, Jyg'g lie! BURN YOUSE LIKE AFFLICTSHON!
He tugs the carcass to a depression on the floor, slightly unhinges the jaw and rests the top portion onto some stones that suddenly came from nowhere to make themselves convenient. Lurching back, he lift his tiny leg up into the air ... and proceeded to bring his foot down hard onto the webtroll's skull. Keeping it in place, he proceeds to bash in its head with the flaming makeshift torch. Again, and again, and again...
Youse like that huh? Who's screamin' now, beeaaactch? NOT YOUSE! HAHAHAHAH!