Wabbit pushes forward, just barely getting in range of the Ogress with his enlarged waveblade. Though his attacks are incredibly powerful, the Ogress makes a guttural laugh as the pain only further enhances her rage. Furnok strides into the fray by attacking the bard, and stabs into the Ogre's shoulder. Cleo helps soothe Kemras' fear, while Aggah pelts the mage with more toothpicks, and Kemras unleashes a bout of fire from his mouth. The Ogress is slightly singed from the attack, but she rages on.
The Ogress leaps from her crouched position and pounces on top of Wabbit. She bites deep into his side, and with eager noises rips his flesh out with her teeth. She tries to hold onto him with her hands, but Wabbit is able to slip out of her grasp.
The bardic Ogre plays a tune while stepping out of reach of Furnok. Furnok feels strange from hearing the music, but it doesn't seem to have any lasting effect. The mage continues to bleed, but he casts a spell that turns his hand into a slimy, decaying version of itself.
The two Ogress archers draw their bowstrings and loose an arrow each at Furnok. The first one is blocked by Furnok's armour, but the second gets through.
Being diminuitive even for a halfling, Wabbit hates getting grappled. It reminds him of fights before he learned to harness his nimbleness with his blade.
Disgusted by her smelly breath Wabbit endeavors to dodge between her legs and leap onto her leg, stabbing at her hamstring
Melee, Fighting Defensively-2,Flurry, Pirahna Strike -2 +4dam
WaveBlade +10/+10/+5 (1d4+6+4+5, 18-20x2, PS) +1Agile Waveblade, , Pirahna, Precise +5
Cats Grace+2 GMW+1
Wabbit readies himself for her next attack hoping to block it and stab her at the same time
Seeing the continual wave of new creatures, Cleo prays to Erastil to keep her family safe.
Aggah cackles at every toothpick that stays in the mage and keeps firing away
Furnok keeps stabbing, twirling his spike and trying to impale what passes for an ogre brain.
Kemras steps shakily into melee range of the berserk ogress, thrusting his sword at her - despite his best efforts, however, the blow is not so powerful as he might like. Focus, Kemras! Fight through the fear - this isn't as bad as it could be... Despite his efforts, he can't quite believe it himself.
Wabbit hops onto the wild she-Ogre's leg and stabs her thrice. The Ogress is alive only by pure rage now. The stab from Kemras distracts her, but only produces some bleeding.
Furnok spikes the Ogre bard in the head twice, but amazingly he's not quite dead yet. Aggah looses two more tooth picks against the mage, turning him into a pincushion. Jakardros and Kaven add another toothpick each.
The she-Ogre bites at Wabbit again, easily overpowering his parry attempt, but not quite enough to really dig into flesh. Wabbit figures he's won, but suddenly he's grappled by her right hand. It would take some effort, but this Ogre could theoretically eat the hapless Wabbit.
The bard fighting Furnok sort of limps and sways his way out of Furnok's reach, doing a full retreat. The mage lets him go. His hand is still shriveled and covered in black, and he just hunkers down into a defensive stance. It does occur to Furnok that the mage's arms are comically short for his size. Four arrows suddenly fly over his head. Just as he's about to do something, a little crossbow bolt sticks out of an arrow-slit in the tower, and Furnok doesn't notice in time. Furnok feels a stinging pain in his back, which turns out to be a crossbow bolt.
Two female Ogres carrying javelins round the corner near the archers.
Furnok looks over to see Wabbit in peril of beinging a Hobbit-Snack and bashes at the ogre.
Kemras takes a deep breath and forces himself to move, dodging around the ogress to take up a flanking position with Furnok. "Wabbit, hang in there!" He calls, launching a quick thrust at the monstrous berserker's back.
As Wabbit dangles form the Ogress grasp he REALLY wishes he was wearing some of that fancy SPIKED armor some of the Dwarves like. That would make halitosis breath think twice about eating me as he gets ready to cut his way outta her from the inside
Furnok goes after the other ogre
Aggah sends more arrows at the wizard and this time Cleo joins her.
Kemras reflexively stabs straight up into the Ogre's chest cavity, and runs the blade all the way through. She collapses and dies in seconds.
Furnok bashes the Ogre mage, causing him to lose the spell he was holding onto. Cleo and Aggah both rain toothpicks on him afterwards. Aggah's first shot misses, as does Kaven's shot.
Wabbit drops to the ground as the Ogress releases her grip in reaction to Kemras fatal stab. Thankful that he's not going to get the experience of flossing her teeth with his limbs, Wabbit searches out another target.
Seeing Furnok fighting the Ogre-mage makes Wabbits decision easy.
He rushes toward the Ogre-mage
and leaps onto the beast
and once he's gotta grip Wabbit gives one nice stab as a way of introducing himself
Cats grace+2 GMW+1, Flanking+2, Bless+1
Wabbit successfully climbs up the Ogre Mage's leg and stabs him on the way up.
The mage naturally stops bleeding from the hail of thorns Aggah and company have been raining down, but he has bigger problems to contend with. In a panic, the Ogre flexes his forearms, and suddenly bones erupt from his knuckles. He uses these sharp bones to slash wildly at Wabbit, and nearly succeeds, but Wabbit's small stature makes it too difficult to reach behind. He bellows in the giant tongue, which those who understand realize is a cry for help.
The archers both take aim to shoot Wabbit, but their arrows both miss their targets. One sticks into the Ogre Mage, but the other unintentionally clips Furnok. The bard continues to run away, while the two female Ogres with javelins and clubs get slightly closer.
Sensing the Ogre-mages unease, Wabbit worsens things by saying in a sweet conversational tone I'm Wabbit by the way. before plunging his blade in as revenge/justice for the BLack Arrows
Cats Grace +2 GMW+1 Bless+1 Flank+2
Melee, Fighting Defensively-2,Flurry, Pirahna Strike -2 +4dam
WaveBlade +10/+10/+5 (1d4+6+4+5, 18-20x2, PS) +1Agile Waveblade, , Pirahna, Precise +5
The sweet polite introduction in Wabbit's beautiful Soprano singing voice I'm Wabbit by the way. sends waves of unaccustomed terror through the large foe. Size and Strength have been decisive advantages for this beast all it's evil life and the thought that this little halfling is a mortal danger to him is scary and downright unfair (not that Ogres have a developed sense of fairness).
The Ogre-mage shakes its body vigorously. But all that does is allow Wabbit to grab onto a long lock of it's hair and the power of that shaking while not enough to dislodge Wabbit....Is enough to whip the braid around from it's back full circle with Wabbit swinging like it's a Mwangi vine, his blade extended from his other hand slicing clean through its throat.
Cleo runs forward to heal Furnok.
Aggah gives Wabbit a big opened mouth 'THAT WAS MINE' face, before sending arrows at the archers.
Cleo runs right over the grease pool, but keeps her feet without slipping. With a tap of her glowing hand, she imbues Furnok with a huge amount of healing, bringing him almost up to his remarkably robust self.
Aggah starts toothpicking a distant Ogress
Furnok gets his bow out and ready to engage in missile fire.
Kemras moves forwards, hoping to encircle one of the oncoming ogres.
Furnok gets ready for a battle of archers, while Kemras starts moving to close the distance. Jakardros and Kaven both lob arrows at their enemies, but as usual it's only toothpicks.
Cleo notices a crossbow bolt impacts her shield, but she isn't sure where it's coming from.
The javelin throwers sink into a stance, before lobbing a javelin each. Kaven does have to dodge one of the throws, but he's still a long ways away from them. One of the archers bellows out something in Giant, before both of them lob a hail of arrows directly at Wabbit. With some lucky shots, Wabbit is unfortunately hit by three arrows, though that will not bring him low.
Furnok opens fire on the closest Ogre
Wabbit's not normally the one calling for a tactical retreat. But there's such a thing as pushing even Chaldira's luck too far. We're not a ranged heavy group, even with as much as Aggah loves shooting her toothpicks. And that's a lot of open ground to cover to reach the archers and once we get there we'll be Faaarrrr away from our retreat tunnel and might get cut off in the open with no where to go. Wabbit's not a brilliant tactical mind, but even he doesn't like this situation. So in a very non-Chaldiran fashion he's gonna call for a retreat and likely hang his his in shame afterwards.
He yells so everyone can hear
Wabbit stares down the archers playing rear-guard ready to dodge any incoming fire while trying to present them with a tempting target, but not pulling his pants down and mooning them just yet. Waiting for Furnok and Kemras to get behind him before retreating himself.
Cleo looks at the crossbow bolt in her shield "There is someone..." she starts to point out but is interupted by her cousin's yell, not something is Unfamiliar with. Not in these circumstances though. "Oh... good idea." she hurries back into the tunnel. "Aggah! We'll fight the bad people again, come on."
Aggah can't help but send another arrow at the nearest creature, then follows with minimal grumbling.
Kemras looks startled, before pulling back as he sheathes his rapier and draws his shortbow. "Alright. Hopefully we won't get picked off by ranged fire."
Furnok unleashes two shots from his bow. The first shot isn't of much concern, but his second shot drives deep into the Ogre's chest. Aggah launches another toothpick before getting out of the way for the big folk. Cleo is running so quickly that she leaps over the entire grease puddle. Jakardros and Kaven back up a bit before shooting, and Jakardros' crossbow shot sinks deep into a javelin thrower's thigh. Kaven's shot is about on par with Aggah's.
Both Ogres continue to bleed, but they continue the fight nonetheless. The javelin throwers advance, and start throwing their spears at Wabbit. With Wabbit actively anticipating and dodging all missiles, he easily ducks and weaves around every spear and arrow.
Everything seems to be going according to plan, when everyone hears a shrill cry coming from the sky.
Wabbit hears the screech coming from the sky, not able to discern what it is but sure it's not good.
Cleo and Aggah both run.
Bacon runs back
Furnok moves back as well.
"Get in! The ship's dropping something!" Kemras shouts, rushing back into the passageway. Once within, darting over the magically slippery floor, he turns and fires a shot back at the closest ogre.
"The ship?" Cleo wonders outloud as she runs further into the tunnel.
"Ship, barge, whatever. It's levitating above the fort, and something's dropping from it. Something rather nasty, if I had to guess." Kemras explains hastily.
Wabbit double moves toward the safety of the tunnel
and seeing the grease puddle, gracefully slides across it as some do on frozen ponds with blades attached to their boots
The group hastily retreat back into the secret room, with Wabbit sliding through the grease and slamming the door behind him. At that moment, there's the sound of someone screaming. It gets closer and closer, before a very loud POP! is heard. The sound of an Ogre yelling out is heard thereafter, but the screaming voice from earlier is no more.
Do we want to swing around the back and hit them while they try to get through the door?
"Comical, but not bad if you aren't too beaten up." Jakardros replies.
Cleo takes the moment to heal some of their wounds.