| Midgard Serpent |
Here are my stats:
Str 150
Dex 25
Con 130
Int 45
Wis 30
Cha 18
HP: 4620 (70d12+4200)
AC:150
Attack: Bite 1d20+90,+85,+80,+75
Damage: 60d6+70(18-20/x5)(plus poison)
Tail Slap: 1d20+90
Damage: 60d12+70 (plus crush)
Speed: 250
Space: 5,280,000,000 squares
Reach: 3,168 squares
Poison: Liquification 40d10 (save DC 62 for half)
So, can I join you?
| The Nasty Orc |
Nasty Orc gives a sheepish look.
"Sorry Midgard looks like you are going to need to stay in my belly unless our DM says you can come out."
With a big slurping sound he sucks the Midgard Serpent back inside his mouth which is slow at first and then almost magically he quickly disappears with a huge glob of saliva spraying out has his head disappears. And with a huge gulp followed by a loud belch the Midgard Serpent is once again gone.
He smiles and shrugs his shoulders.
"We go now?"
| Midgard Serpent |
Just shakes his head and begins researching a spell circle that keeps unwanted avatars away from this thread
I was not unwanted. I was summoned.
Sorry forgot to update that. Though under his description it does mention he ate the Midgard Serpent once ... whole. He unhinged his jaw and it did take a long time.
JRR Tolkien
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You easily find the road leading out of town towards Lord Balamos' manor.
The wind has picked up and the sky is getting overcast, you hear the distant rumble of thunder getting closer.*Rolls dice for random encounters...Nothing*
As you proceed the road is flanked by weeping willows in various stages of decay, as you crest a hill in the distance you see a rather impressive sized gothic manor surrounded by a large moat.
The sun is setting, the thunderstorm approaches, you are approximately a quarter of a mile from the manor.
JRR Tolkien
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As you approach closer to the manor you notice the once grand manor appears to be in a sad state of disrepair, The moat surrounding the manor is 25' wide and the filled with stagnant green algae cesspool reeking of decay.
Ahead of you is a raised drawbridge that is flanked by 2 12' tall stone gargoyles.
A male voice rings out "Who Goes there?"
Did you really expect anything but drama from tolkien?
| The Nasty Orc |
"I am Nasty Orc. This is Alissa the Ranger our leader, AM HEALER, James Bard the nice man with the haggis, Gazebo my friend, Nesod, AM sorcerer Too and Jenny the Jelly Candy lady. We want to see Lord Balamos guy."
Intimidate: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (8) + 12 = 20 His attempt o be diplomatic.
He looks back at the team and smiles.
"Me did good right?"
| AM SORCERER TOO |
As you approach closer to the manor you notice the once grand manor appears to be in a sad state of disrepair, The moat surrounding the manor is 25' wide and the filled with stagnant green algae cesspool reeking of decay.
Ahead of you is a raised drawbridge that is flanked by 2 12' tall stone gargoyles.
A male voice rings out "Who Goes there?"
Yawns deep and wide as the drawbridge is lowered. The sudden rush of air into his lungs and throat mutes the screeching sound.
Perception Check, see if anything is amiss.
Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
I was expecting something more grandiose....
JRR Tolkien
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Jenny: As you are explaining the finer points of slime synchronization to the party the drawbridge finishes it's journey and comes to rest on the ground.
Across the way you all see a group of 4 or 5 armored individuals gathered in the opening of the entranceway of what appears to be a fairly well lit courtyard.
You can see that they have their hands on their swords and and at least 2 have bows, although you cannot make out their faces in the shadows.
"If you wish to meet with Lord Balamos, you must surrender your weapons at the door, They will be returned to you upon your departure"