"Perhaps there is another way around this pit? Who knows what sort of creatures might live in it? Swarms of insects or rats? A cousin to the pooze we encountered above? If we run out of other options, maybe I can prepare enough fly spells for us to cross. It is a bit easier now that Bedlam has his own wings."
Bedlam grins. The dwarf then leads the way back to the Ogre tunnel...
Be guud ta be bash'n sum stupid giants fer once! Classic!
Terapin then dismisses the Eidolon again and pads along invisibly behind the group. He's much more confident in his ability to hide from ogres than to hide from drowning in poop.
The party heads east instead. The passage then turns south. You see a dead end about 30 feet ahead. Halfway to the dead end, a hole in the dressed stone walls leads into darkness.
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The wold eventually figures out what Terapin wants it to do (being an untrained Celestial animal, it's not the best at commands beyond "sic 'em!"). It ambles down to the end of the hall.
It sniffs around at the dead end. Maybe the good boy found something?
"So... that dead end isn't a dead end, I don't think."
Terapin scratches his head. He expected either the floor to be a pit trap, the side walls to be a crush trap, the far wall to be an illusion, or all three. He doesn't know what this might mean, but he's going to creep forward towards the dead end with the other two wolves and anybody who'd like to perhaps go in front of him. He won't go further than the side passage just yet, though.
Bedlam marches down the corridor following the hound. The dwarf sees the dead end and roars!
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Bedlam sees a "secret" door that is comically ill-concealed. There's an obvious candelabra handle with a slot for the mechanism and all. A child could figure this out.
He also, being very perceptive, sees a portcullis trap between him and the rest of the passage. It remains untriggered.
Somewhere down the side passage, a booming Giant-y voice roars back...
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"Sh!t."
Anzath peeks down the side passage.
Anzath can hear a bunch of ogres grumbling down the tunnel. It stretches beyond her darkvision, but she can tell by the echoes that the ogres are in a bigger chamber beyond. They are trying to be sneaky now, but... they aren't. They just aren't. Ogres, ya know?
"Dwarf! Diz vay!"
Bedlam races down the tunnel! His dwarf legs enhanced by his mutagen.
Com'on elf! Git ta smash sum giants!
"Aiyaaaa."
Terapin casts Ablative Barrier on either Bedlam or Anzath as they run past, whoever passes arms' reach first. The wolves excitedly keep pace with the first melee fighter down the hallway and will fall upon the first opponent to engage. Terapin continues peering around the corner, invisible, but also keeping an eye on that candelabra past the porcullis trap. He's not much of a frontliner, but he can at least make sure his friends don't get surrounded.
Having got Bedlam's attention, and choosing to ignore Terapin touching her butt, Anzath holds her action until the first ogre comes into view.
Terapin gives his ma a swat, and then Anzath rushes towards the ogre. The ogre swings, roaring with battle-lust:
Anzath deftly dodges the swing and repays the ogre by nearly taking his head off with Kritfisher--but despite the grievous wound, the monster keeps his feet.
Tragershen follows along, making sure the warrior types stay between him and the ogre horde!
Anz picks up her Haste as she rushes down the hallway.
The Celestial Wolves help grandma as much as they can:
The first wolf rips a leg out from under the ogre, bringing it to the ground. When it realizes its prey is dead, it sniffs in derision. Waste of a good trip.
Lolly bursts onto the scene, heading for the closest ogre and hoping not to be left out of the fun:
The foul beast clubs the jolly warrior.
Disoriented, Lolly misses his riposte.
Bedlam rushes joyously into the chamber! The crazy (yup I said it!) Dwarf roars with manic laughter as he watches all the stupid ogres gathering around him.
Ye filthy pig lovers be puny!
The next ogre, not speaking Common, shrugs off the insult and attacks Bedlam:
Some strange anti-giant forcefield makes Bedlam even more unhittable than usual...
Tam moves to a position in the mouth of the cave and tries to "save" Lolly from his fun:
Tam is good at what she does.
A great club of three more ogres surround Bedlam and start trying to beat him to death with their greatclubs:
One even almost manages to hurt the alchemist!
Bedlam--feeling a bit loose and limber from Trag's Haste-- smiles at each of the three ogres that have become intimate.
Ye boys frum 'round 'ere? Now each ov ye stupid ogres be in line. You first!
The draconian dwarf smiles at the next in line....
The dwarf just stands there. It looks as if he is Sherlock Holmesing his next moves....
Aurora moves up and casts Guidance on herself to set off Divine Vessel on her comrades.
Two ogres gang up on Lolly--the final ogre joins the Bedlam dogpile.
As so rarely happens with ogres, nobody gets hurt.
Sure! You're 5ft-able to one of Lolly's ogres.
Bedlam just shakes his head at Parrot.
Being in the room on round two is a lot closer to combat than being in the hallway on round one. Are you folks finally gonna convince me to use a combat map?
Bedlam scratches his beard, shaking his head.
Maps? We be no need'n no stink'n maps! Me be cry'n 'bout ye joke 'bout 5ft-able wit da barbarian! Har har har!
Anzath whistles at the summoned wolf to follow her and steps in to flank the next ogre over.
Anzath cuts down another ogre.
The three little wolves lash out at the ogre that grandma Anzath just attacked or, if that one has been recently replaced with a fair amount of unthreatening ogre meat, the ones nearest to her, attempting to trip them.
Terapin, meanwhile, loads his trusty crossbow, which he hasn't actually used since he got it, and fires wildly down the hallway at above-elf-and-dwarf-height, flicking a bolt at the nearest tall ogre somewhere about the head and shoulders.
Twang, Thump!
One of the wolves gets whomped pretty hard by the last ogre fighting Lolly, but snake eyes limit the damage. The wolves then drag the ogre off his feet.
Lolly looms over it...
Bedlam give Parrot a thumbed claw up to proceed as planned!
One ogre falls before the absurd alchemical blender that is Bedlam right now. Another teeters on the edge of unconsciousness, torn nearly to shreds. It sheds a tear.