Gor watches the chaos ensue as Zanoth is struck down quickly as the ogre cracked him on the head him after all the attacks. Gor was ready to bring Zanoth back to his feet when he watches Mills rush forward and crouch next to Zanoth as the ogre towered over him. Mills bring Zanoth back to consciousness. Gor decides to hurl some fire at the Ogre (19 hit 1 dam). The fire singes hair off the top of the Ogre's head probably angering him more. Gor feels sorry for the Ogre who saw food and will now lose his life. Gor decides it would be best to help keep Zanoth alive. He calls upon nature's cooling breeze to heal Zanoth's headache and lump Healing Word (8 Heal)
(OOC: Okay, so, some housekeeping... Lucky you rolled both in the game log and separately using the dice roller in the post itself. From now on, please use one or the other, because with conflicting results I have to just pick one and go with it. In this case it looks like you ignored those in the game log, and chose to use the lower numbers in the post, so that's what I'm going to do as well. In addition, the spell Guiding Bolt only provides advantage to the first attack made against the target after the bolt hits. In this case that would have been Zanoth's reaction hit, which I used the advantage for previously. Lucky would still get to use Halfling Luck to reroll the natural one from the rapier attack, but not with advantage. In this case, the 13 that was the higher number of the two rolled was actually the first number rolled, which means that's what would have been rolled right after the one, so Lucky does hit with the rapier attack, but the damage from it would have been the original 8 plus 6 sneak attack for a total of 14. Let me know if anybody has any questions about any of that.)
Mills floods Zanoth's body with enough healing magic to get him back on his feet and he quickly shakes away the cobwebs and goes to work stabbing the giant creature deeply, and then smacking it across its own head with the butt end of his spear. Seizing the advantage of Zanoth's knock to the head, Lucky leans in and quickly stabs his piercing blade right into the same wound that his friend just opened up and skewers vital organs in the process. A massive spray of blood follows Lucky's blade as he recoils covering Zanoth, Mills and Lucky with the splatter. The huge creature wavers woozily for a moment, and then falls over backwards spasming violently in the throes of death.
For the nonce the Outlanders just stare at each other with a shared look that says: "did that just really happen?" Then Mills looks at Zanoth and says: "you took quite the shot there big fella; you okay?"
<Less than twenty seconds of carnage. That’s all it took, but what a few seconds !>
”Yes, thanks both, your restorative magic is much appreciated, but where there is one, there might be more. Let’s not let our guard down. Mills/Gor, go round up the horses, Lucky and I will make sure we are safe.”
Zanoth calls forth the protection of Agathy’s and then peers deeper into the cave, making sure it’s now empty, and glances at the body of the Ogre, sure Lucky would be searching it for anything valuable.
/OOC
Yes, best to accept the healing.. dad might be right behind baby :-)
This is why I actually like crits. It injects some…. concern and real risk !
Cast 1:Armor of Agathys before checking out the cave.
(OOC: It's not uncommon to see ogres anywhere in the wilderness, giants less so, but just about every townsperson out of their twenties will have a story about encountering an ogre, even if only from a distance. I'm afraid you're going to need a much better animal handling score to actually calm down the horses, plus I'm going to need either a Nature or Survival check to track them down first. Gor could probably provide advantage on both if he offers the Help action on each.)
Zanoth doesn't see anything out of the ordinary in the shallow cave the company chose to squat in for the evening. After Lucky rumbles around in the pockets of the ogre for a bit, he comes back and joins Zanoth clearly disappointed. He looks up at the big man and says, "the only stuff that giant bastard had in his pockets was bits and bobs of dead animals, like rotting snacks in his pockets. Disgusting." Zanoth laughed, realizing that of course ogres don't use money, so what use would an ogre have for human valuables.
Gor watches Mills try to wrangle the only horse that didn't escape "You are a ranger? Perhaps this is your first time with a frightened horse?"Gor bluntly states what he sees not meaning to offend Mills. He offers to help Mills wrangle this horse and find the others.
“Well, which of us is cutting it’s guts open ? Can always hope it swallowed a gem or two recently. Not like we’re gona get any more gore on us than we already have”.
<Then laughing, starts to check the insides of the ogre.. his small companion would be up to his arm pits in Ogre guts, a sharp spear was far more suitable, but the look of horror followed by greed, then horror on Lucky’s face was funny.>
After searching the corse “deeper”, and with Mills and Gor off corralling the horses, Zanoth & Lucky return to camp to secure their gear.
/OOC Might as well go at it, I’ll check it’s guts and then clean all of us off with Prestidigitation after to remove all blood etc from us.
(OOC: Since I like to reward creative roleplay, I didn't want the "ogre gut-check" to go unrewarded. To that end, I figured a trinket from the Trinket table in the PHB would be an interesting enough reward. Interesting is exactly what we got. I rolled a 97, roll's in the game log using the Narrator. That roll gets you this: "A tiny mechanical crab or spider that moves about when it’s not being observed." I'm going with the crab on this one.)
Pulling apart the ogre's innards was a nasty, smelly, repugnant business, and after all was said and done the only thing that came out of the ogre's insides that wasn't bits of meat, bones, or mostly digested wild berries was a tiny, no bigger than the size of Lucky's palm, metallic crab. After cleaning off himself, Lucky and the metallic crab with his prestidigitation magic, Zanoth swore he saw the little thing move out of the corner of his eye, but when he turned to look at it, it sat perfectly inert.
Gor watches Mills try to wrangle the only horse that didn't escape "You are a ranger? Perhaps this is your first time with a frightened horse?"Gor bluntly states what he sees not meaning to offend Mills. He offers to help Mills wrangle this horse and find the others.
Mills is clearly upset and taking it out on the horses which isn't helping. He recognizes it as Gor speaks up and takes a breath, backing off to let Gor have at it.
While Mills may have had too much built up stress to calm down the only horse that didn't flee into the nearby forest, Gor was able to soothe the animal and bring it back to the area surrounded the shallow cave they'd set up in for the night. What Gor saw when he returned to tie the animal to a nearby tree sickened him beyond belief. Someone or something had gutted the ogre they'd just felled. Its innards had become its outtards, and Gor had to hold back the bile that rose in the back of his throat at the repugnant site. He quickly tied up the animal and then went to help Mills find the rest of their panicked mounts. Thankfully that skill set had not vacated Mills' brain from the stress. With Gor's help Mills was easily able to follow the horses' tracks and calm them enough to bring them back to camp. Sadly, while Gor and Mills were out wrangling their panicked mounts they watched thick grey clouds cover the stars and moons, and felt the temperature drop by at least ten degrees. Just after they finished tying a new picket line, this time much closer to the mouth of their cave, and securing the last beast to it, a squall of snow wind-whipped snow started to pound the forest all around them. At that moment both Mills and Gor were happy to see Zanoth and Lucky sitting by a roaring fire in the belly of their shallow cave.
Taking one last look at the heavy snow already starting to blanket everything in sight, Gor said, "We'd better prepare for a hard journey through thick snow in the morning. By my guess this storm is going to last at least through the overnight hours."
Mills cursed. "Dark!That's all we need. We'll be as easy to track as a gassy troll, and twice as slow. If Nyssa and her charges are looking for us, it'll be nigh on impossible to cover our tracks."
(OOC: Really bad dice luck there my friends. Weather rolls are in the game log. The dice have given you the crap sandwich of a late season blizzard to have to deal with now.)
Zanoth offers to take the first watch in the waning light, hopefully a good nights rest would be possible after, the cave being safe from predators and prey due to it’s obvious Ogre smell.
”Can’t say I’m for travelling in this snow, how long will it be before it melts ? Might be worth a few hours delay. Either you two would know ?”
"In this season? Too long. We'll have to keep moving. Then try to tear up the trail behind us as we go, if only to slow them down so they can't zip right up our wn tracks. Won't stop them from following, but we can at least keep it from being easy."
Mills proceeds to consider a length of rope in his hands. "Ya know... I once studied with a mage in the Order, back in the capitol while I was trainin'. Showed me the basics of magic. What it could and couldn't do, and how to make it do. It's harder than it looks, but... I think I can manage somethin' nifty."
Mills proceeds to cast a snare in their tracks, leaving it for anyone thinking to get an easy ride through our trail. He covers it up and grins. "It won't do anything permanent, but it'll make 'em a bit more cautious. Slower."
For some reason sleeping next to a nice fire in a warm cave while a thunder-blizzard raged outside was wonderfully cozy, and even though each man took his turn on watch, they all awoke feeling especially rested and refreshed. Ready to take on the world, as the saying goes. That is until they looked outside and saw what looked like no less than six feet of snow had blanketed the entire forest. Some trees were upended, their chaotic root balls turned perpendicular to the ground, others had limbs and branches snapped off by the weight of the icy white precipitation. The mountain forest the Outlanders walked into was drastically different from that they had walked out of. The entire carcass of the dead ogre was covered up, leaving no trace of the enemy that had clubbed Zanoth near to death.
Even so, the group had a mission, and knew that no matter what the weather might do, they needed to get their newly possessed magical amulet as far away from The Ridge as possible. So after tightening saddles and securing gear, the group mounted up and started making their way southeast once again. When Mills stopped to set his magical snare, the group paused to watch, but after Mills mounted up again, and the group got on their way, Gor interrupted the rhythmic sound of horse hooves crushing through the thick blanket of snow to ask a question. "Ummm. Mills?" He started. To which Mills just gave his regular silent nod. "How do you know some animal won't just get caught in that snare? I mean... It seems to me that our horses are making a trail that other creatures will want to follow. You know, path of least resistance, and all that. What if a squirrel gets caught in your snare? Or a hare? Or, worse, a deer?"
Lucky, who preferred to ride on the front of Zanoth's saddle even though he had his own horse, looked over at Gor shaking his head and said, "only you would worry about the lives of the forest animals when we might have a whole platoon of dragonborn after us. Yeesh!"
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Ooc: oh ya lol got to remember how to play my guy
Attack 1: 19 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
Damage 10
Gor watches the chaos ensue as Zanoth is struck down quickly as the ogre cracked him on the head him after all the attacks. Gor was ready to bring Zanoth back to his feet when he watches Mills rush forward and crouch next to Zanoth as the ogre towered over him. Mills bring Zanoth back to consciousness. Gor decides to hurl some fire at the Ogre (19 hit 1 dam). The fire singes hair off the top of the Ogre's head probably angering him more. Gor feels sorry for the Ogre who saw food and will now lose his life. Gor decides it would be best to help keep Zanoth alive. He calls upon nature's cooling breeze to heal Zanoth's headache and lump Healing Word (8 Heal)
(OOC: Okay, so, some housekeeping... Lucky you rolled both in the game log and separately using the dice roller in the post itself. From now on, please use one or the other, because with conflicting results I have to just pick one and go with it. In this case it looks like you ignored those in the game log, and chose to use the lower numbers in the post, so that's what I'm going to do as well. In addition, the spell Guiding Bolt only provides advantage to the first attack made against the target after the bolt hits. In this case that would have been Zanoth's reaction hit, which I used the advantage for previously. Lucky would still get to use Halfling Luck to reroll the natural one from the rapier attack, but not with advantage. In this case, the 13 that was the higher number of the two rolled was actually the first number rolled, which means that's what would have been rolled right after the one, so Lucky does hit with the rapier attack, but the damage from it would have been the original 8 plus 6 sneak attack for a total of 14. Let me know if anybody has any questions about any of that.)
Mills floods Zanoth's body with enough healing magic to get him back on his feet and he quickly shakes away the cobwebs and goes to work stabbing the giant creature deeply, and then smacking it across its own head with the butt end of his spear. Seizing the advantage of Zanoth's knock to the head, Lucky leans in and quickly stabs his piercing blade right into the same wound that his friend just opened up and skewers vital organs in the process. A massive spray of blood follows Lucky's blade as he recoils covering Zanoth, Mills and Lucky with the splatter. The huge creature wavers woozily for a moment, and then falls over backwards spasming violently in the throes of death.
For the nonce the Outlanders just stare at each other with a shared look that says: "did that just really happen?" Then Mills looks at Zanoth and says: "you took quite the shot there big fella; you okay?"
(Gor would still heal Zanoth if he’d like it from the post above)
/OOC
Mills goes about the arduous task of collecting the horses, while simultaneously beating himself up about not spotting the ogre.
Animal handling 9
(Is it common to see ogres in these parts?)
Paladin - warforged - orange
(OOC: It's not uncommon to see ogres anywhere in the wilderness, giants less so, but just about every townsperson out of their twenties will have a story about encountering an ogre, even if only from a distance. I'm afraid you're going to need a much better animal handling score to actually calm down the horses, plus I'm going to need either a Nature or Survival check to track them down first. Gor could probably provide advantage on both if he offers the Help action on each.)
Zanoth doesn't see anything out of the ordinary in the shallow cave the company chose to squat in for the evening. After Lucky rumbles around in the pockets of the ogre for a bit, he comes back and joins Zanoth clearly disappointed. He looks up at the big man and says, "the only stuff that giant bastard had in his pockets was bits and bobs of dead animals, like rotting snacks in his pockets. Disgusting." Zanoth laughed, realizing that of course ogres don't use money, so what use would an ogre have for human valuables.
Gor watches Mills try to wrangle the only horse that didn't escape "You are a ranger? Perhaps this is your first time with a frightened horse?" Gor bluntly states what he sees not meaning to offend Mills. He offers to help Mills wrangle this horse and find the others.
<Sighing, Zanoth looks at Lucky>;
<Then laughing, starts to check the insides of the ogre.. his small companion would be up to his arm pits in Ogre guts, a sharp spear was far more suitable, but the look of horror followed by greed, then horror on Lucky’s face was funny.>
After searching the corse “deeper”, and with Mills and Gor off corralling the horses, Zanoth & Lucky return to camp to secure their gear.
/OOC Might as well go at it, I’ll check it’s guts and then clean all of us off with Prestidigitation after to remove all blood etc from us.
(OOC: Since I like to reward creative roleplay, I didn't want the "ogre gut-check" to go unrewarded. To that end, I figured a trinket from the Trinket table in the PHB would be an interesting enough reward. Interesting is exactly what we got. I rolled a 97, roll's in the game log using the Narrator. That roll gets you this: "A tiny mechanical crab or spider that moves about when it’s not being observed." I'm going with the crab on this one.)
Pulling apart the ogre's innards was a nasty, smelly, repugnant business, and after all was said and done the only thing that came out of the ogre's insides that wasn't bits of meat, bones, or mostly digested wild berries was a tiny, no bigger than the size of Lucky's palm, metallic crab. After cleaning off himself, Lucky and the metallic crab with his prestidigitation magic, Zanoth swore he saw the little thing move out of the corner of his eye, but when he turned to look at it, it sat perfectly inert.
<Zanoth stares at the unmoving small mechanical spider.. had it moved? Was it his imagination?>
/OOC DM, Please add it to Lucky’s inventory for when he is back.
Mills survival to find the horses (with Gor's help)
Survival 13
Paladin - warforged - orange
Mills is clearly upset and taking it out on the horses which isn't helping. He recognizes it as Gor speaks up and takes a breath, backing off to let Gor have at it.
Paladin - warforged - orange
Gor tries to calm the horse Mills was working on by whispering sweet nothings in its ear (Animal Handling 16)
While Mills may have had too much built up stress to calm down the only horse that didn't flee into the nearby forest, Gor was able to soothe the animal and bring it back to the area surrounded the shallow cave they'd set up in for the night. What Gor saw when he returned to tie the animal to a nearby tree sickened him beyond belief. Someone or something had gutted the ogre they'd just felled. Its innards had become its outtards, and Gor had to hold back the bile that rose in the back of his throat at the repugnant site. He quickly tied up the animal and then went to help Mills find the rest of their panicked mounts. Thankfully that skill set had not vacated Mills' brain from the stress. With Gor's help Mills was easily able to follow the horses' tracks and calm them enough to bring them back to camp. Sadly, while Gor and Mills were out wrangling their panicked mounts they watched thick grey clouds cover the stars and moons, and felt the temperature drop by at least ten degrees. Just after they finished tying a new picket line, this time much closer to the mouth of their cave, and securing the last beast to it, a squall of snow wind-whipped snow started to pound the forest all around them. At that moment both Mills and Gor were happy to see Zanoth and Lucky sitting by a roaring fire in the belly of their shallow cave.
Taking one last look at the heavy snow already starting to blanket everything in sight, Gor said, "We'd better prepare for a hard journey through thick snow in the morning. By my guess this storm is going to last at least through the overnight hours."
Mills cursed. "Dark! That's all we need. We'll be as easy to track as a gassy troll, and twice as slow. If Nyssa and her charges are looking for us, it'll be nigh on impossible to cover our tracks."
(OOC: Really bad dice luck there my friends. Weather rolls are in the game log. The dice have given you the crap sandwich of a late season blizzard to have to deal with now.)
"In this season? Too long. We'll have to keep moving. Then try to tear up the trail behind us as we go, if only to slow them down so they can't zip right up our wn tracks. Won't stop them from following, but we can at least keep it from being easy."
Paladin - warforged - orange
Mills proceeds to consider a length of rope in his hands. "Ya know... I once studied with a mage in the Order, back in the capitol while I was trainin'. Showed me the basics of magic. What it could and couldn't do, and how to make it do. It's harder than it looks, but... I think I can manage somethin' nifty."
Mills proceeds to cast a snare in their tracks, leaving it for anyone thinking to get an easy ride through our trail. He covers it up and grins. "It won't do anything permanent, but it'll make 'em a bit more cautious. Slower."
Paladin - warforged - orange
For some reason sleeping next to a nice fire in a warm cave while a thunder-blizzard raged outside was wonderfully cozy, and even though each man took his turn on watch, they all awoke feeling especially rested and refreshed. Ready to take on the world, as the saying goes. That is until they looked outside and saw what looked like no less than six feet of snow had blanketed the entire forest. Some trees were upended, their chaotic root balls turned perpendicular to the ground, others had limbs and branches snapped off by the weight of the icy white precipitation. The mountain forest the Outlanders walked into was drastically different from that they had walked out of. The entire carcass of the dead ogre was covered up, leaving no trace of the enemy that had clubbed Zanoth near to death.
Even so, the group had a mission, and knew that no matter what the weather might do, they needed to get their newly possessed magical amulet as far away from The Ridge as possible. So after tightening saddles and securing gear, the group mounted up and started making their way southeast once again. When Mills stopped to set his magical snare, the group paused to watch, but after Mills mounted up again, and the group got on their way, Gor interrupted the rhythmic sound of horse hooves crushing through the thick blanket of snow to ask a question. "Ummm. Mills?" He started. To which Mills just gave his regular silent nod. "How do you know some animal won't just get caught in that snare? I mean... It seems to me that our horses are making a trail that other creatures will want to follow. You know, path of least resistance, and all that. What if a squirrel gets caught in your snare? Or a hare? Or, worse, a deer?"
Lucky, who preferred to ride on the front of Zanoth's saddle even though he had his own horse, looked over at Gor shaking his head and said, "only you would worry about the lives of the forest animals when we might have a whole platoon of dragonborn after us. Yeesh!"