Berkarak listens intently. Upon hearing that it was their heroism that summoned the ghost, Berkarak is both proud and conflicted. He looks quizzically at the tooth between his fingers, then at Grymar, then back at the ghost. He mutters, "I once read in a book, well, bah..." and trails off. He shrugs disappointedly and pockets the tooth.

When the giant spider appears, he takes an alarmed step back to the cavern wall, still weak from the fight.

Lehmani, stunned by the appearance of the ghost and the spider finally regains her senses and asks, "Good spirit. You honor us with your presence. I beg your pardon for asking but... How long has it been since you fell? If you've raised this creature since its birth, I take it you must not have been long." 

Berkarak - Isadore sees you looking at the tooth and comments, "It stokes my forge seein' more good dwarven blood spilt by those damnable orcs. That and watchin' ye wallop 'em, well I guess I had ta come say 'lo." He smirks and rubs the back of his head, "I don' really understan' it ta be honest with ye. Sometimes I jus' wake up." He shrugs and turns then to Lehmani.

Lehmani - Isadore has a confused look on his face as he ponders your query, "Hrn... Well, it's been 'about a hunnerd years since the filthy, no-good, stinkin' orcs invaded." He pauses and quickly turns back to Berkarak, eyeing his tusks, "Eh, pardon the language. Ye seem a fine example o' 'ow a person should be'ave, orc blood 'n all. S'pose takin' an orc arrow and watchin' 'em butcher me kin imparted a wee bit o' predjudism. Heh." Isadore again regards you and says, "Wha' was I sayin' Oh, I 'ad Gog fer a few months 'fore the orcs came. Didn'a know 'ed be this big or live this long fer tha' ma'er." Isadore floats over to the giant spider and says, "Wha'd ya eat boy? Find yerself a magic trog er summin'?"

Berkarak pokes at one of his tusks with a finger, almost to remind himself of his half-orc visage, then just shrugs, adjusting his spectacles on his face.

Zubien comes to the group and presents what coin he found on the bodies. "Who will carry this for the group?" he asks. He then looks upon the spirit, approaches, and with his knife hand set before his chest, bows low to the ghost. "I am honored to meet thee kind spirit and warrior of old who died with honor here against these foes. May we honor you and your kin who fought so bravely here and gave their lives in service to your home."

Once everyone has grabbed the offered lozenges from Grymar, Kalhala scoops up the rest, "I thank ye.  This is much needed."  and he pops them in his mouth.

Once Izzy appears, his eyes go wide, his mouth drops open and he uses the heels of his hooves to try and push himself further against the wall, trying to disappear as much as possible.  "Whaa..." is all he manages to say as the others talk so matter of fact to the ghost.  He doesn't try and disrespect the man, he's just utterly stunned and a bit frightened, though he would never admit it.

As the giant spider shows it's head, Kalhala immediately jumps to his feet, and eyes the creature warily.  Over a hundred year old giant spider?  What madness was this?

Grymar repeats the process, taking another orc body, hitting it’s back with the war hammer like a meat tenderizer, then using his gathered swarm ability to push the body toward the giant spider, as a manner of an offering.  “Welp.  Gotta say old Gog’s gotta eat as well, its the way o things, just so long as Gog don’t get a taste for my flesh.  He can have his fill on orc today, thanks to yours truly and our band of giant slayers, town defenders, heh.”  He starts to walk toward the open doorway, backing away from the spider and the crevasse.  “Izzy, what’s laying in wait for us down yon corridor?  We will set this place aright I tell ya.  Ifn you could give us some help from time to time, I’d be much obliged.  It feels good to swing this hammer, bringing those orcs to justice.  Whatcha say?”  Grymar slouches with an odd smile on his face, “I mean, c’mon now, what else ya got on your calendar, heh.”  Grymar moves forward for a moment to shake hands with Izzy before he stops short, almost forgetting that he’s not all there…

Berkarak - It seems Isadore isn't the only one to have noticed your mixed lineage; you swear Gog has been eyeing you since he appeared. All eight eyes staring blankly as the mouthparts work silently...

Zubien - Isadore smiles and nods his head in greeting, "Thank ye kindly fer that. Ye've certainly done us an honor gettin' rid o' these usurpers. Mayhaps one day these halls'll ring again with the sound o' 'ammers and dwarven song."

Grymar - Gog continues to stare at Berkarak for a moment before turning his attention to your proffered meal. Suddenly he darts forward with legs raised and wraps the dead orc tightly in his eight legs. The dagger length fangs sink deep into the orc, piercing its filthy hide armor with ease. You can see the mouthparts twitching at they pump the body full of venom. Gog then rears back and his legs move in a blur, drawing web from his spinnerets and wrapping it around the body. The whole process takes less than five minutes and at the end, the orc is fully encased in web and attached high on the wall to marinate. Isadore smiles and shakes his head, "Gog! Where're yer manners! Say thank ye!" Isadore chuckles and turns to you, "Down tha' way? Used to be a meetin' space, kinda like a whatchacallem, town square er some such. Now the orcs just lay about, fight and fornicate in there far as I can tell. I'd love ta help ye, only I can't leave this place." Isadore indicates the eastern side of the room and you see his shoulders slump, "Believe you me, I done tried." Gog suddenly perks up and makes a strange hissing sound before scuttling up the wall into the shadows, "Wha's tha mat'er boy? Summin' comin'?" Isadore says and looks warily down the path to the east, "I think ye best prepare yerselves!"

At Isadore's warning, Lehmani grips her mace and looks to the others. "Should we set ourselves for an ambush? Maybe see if we can question one of them?" Her eyes flick to Gog. "The threat of becoming Gog's next meal might be enough to squeeze some information out of them."

Zubien prepares his longsword as it is already drawn, looking for a place to conceal himself, liking the idea of an ambush

Lehmani will attempt to hide. (Stealth 17)

If one of those rocks is large enough to hide behind while still standing, she'll go there. Otherwise, she'll move to the side of the doors, out of sight from any new arrivals.

Speaking of, can we hear anything yet? Any sense of numbers heading our way? (Perception 11)

Grymar snaps to attention and starts to move quickly.  He cautiously edges around the hunting trap and caltrops, closing the doors.  He makes sure that his previous trap is set again.  He grabs a few javelins if there are any about and then quickly goes behind the rock to the north in the same manner as before, holding a javelin in his hand, ready to throw, with his war hammer leaning up against the wall.  If he has time, he urges everyone to pull the dead Orog and any remaining orc bodies out of sight on this side of the bridge.  “Hide!  Get ready, quick!”  He turns to Izzy, saying quietly, “Wish us luck, Izzy!”

Lehmani - You're able to slip behind the natural column of stone to the north. Pressing yourself up against it, you feel faint tremors that are getting stronger by the second. Something BIG is coming...

All - The passage to the north is filled with the sound of scrabbling paws and snarling as you see two impressively large wolves jostling one another for the lead as they make their way toward you. Behind them a massive humanoid holds their chains in its meaty hand. The Ogre shouts, his voice booming in the enclosed space, "WHERE ARE MY WARRIORS!? WHO DARES DEFY THE GREAT ULFE!?" As the dire wolves and ogre squeeze their way down the passage, Isadore suddenly floats into view, just west of the traps, "ME, YA GREAT BUFOON! AND YER 'WARRIORS' FLED THIS PLACE 'CAUSE THEY COULD'NA STAND YER STINK! IFFIN YE HAD A HEART YE'D DIVE INTA YON CHASM AND DO US THE KINDNESS O' OFFIN' YERSELF!" The Great Ulfe gapes stupidly at the ghost for a moment then bellows in fury and releases the dire wolves, "Vak! Thrag! TEAR THEM APART!"

ROUND 1

The enemies are up first, BUT Lehmani and Gog succeeded on their Stealth checks so they have earned a surprise round.

Gog remains in the shadows.

Lehmani is up!

A & B are Dire Wolves, O is the Ogre.

Map:

(Gonna burn my last L1 spell slot, but hopefully this'll be worth it...)

Lehmani waits until the ogre is in view, then stands up, points to the bridge,  and summons her divine voice to Command it to "CROSS!"

All - The lead wolf has eyes only for Isadore and totally misses the hunting trap laid by Grymar. It yelps in pain as the jaws snap shut on its foreleg. It takes 3 points of piercing damage and can move no further on this turn.

Wolf B will push past its injured packmate and step nimbly through the caltrops and snap at Isadore. The wolf manages to snag a good amount of his essence, landing a critical hit and dealing 22 (reduced to 11) points of piercing damage. It will then retreat back into the passage behind Wolf A.

The Great Ulfe will lumber past the wolves at half speed, avoiding the caltrops and bulldoze his way through anything in his path to get to the bridge. Without a moment of hesitation he places the full weight of his bulk on the sagging rope. Miraculously, it holds, and Ulfe begins moving hand over hand for roughly two seconds before the bridge completely gives way and the ogre plummets into the crevasse with a resonating scream.

The Ogre has left the combat.

The party is up! Followed by Isadore and Gog.

Map:

Lehmani doesn't have the best angle on things, so she's going to get a good look at the front wolf through that space between the rock and the wall and cast Sacred Flame at the lead wolf. 

With real foes appearing, Kalhala gets a grip on himself as well as his longsword.  Now this was something he could handle.  He doesn't take an eye off that creepy giant spider though.  He didn't miss how it was looking at Berk.

He almost laughs he has to dive out of the way when Lehmani is able to convince the ogre to actually dash to the bridge... and to his very timely demise.

Smiling at this, he ignores the ghostly dwarf and steps up to the dire wolf A and swings wildly apparently too distracted by the giant spider and the ghost.

Taking a quick breath to settle himself, letting his mind focus to the task at hand, the task he enjoys... he swings again (action surge) and crits!  Damage: 16

As Zubien is behind everyone, he will transition to his bow and fire at Wolf A Attack: 24; damage: 12

Berkarak watches the ogre fall to his death, equally amused and relieved. He gets a view of the wolves through the space in the rocks and fires some crackling energy at the wolf in front. (Eldritch blast 20 to hit, 6 force damage)

Berk then hurries north to Lehmani, keeping a wary eye on the giant spider with a taste for orc blood. "Quick thinking, Lehmani, well done," he'll say after he puts a fair distance between him and the spider.

Grymar is enthralled as he sees the large ogre move across the rope bridge and plummets below, he starts laughing a cackling laugh, nearly doubling over.  He then throws a javelin at dire wolf A, trying his best to hit it.  The throw doesn’t feel right when it leaves his hand, perhaps off balance laughing at the flying ogre.  “Rats…. Gog you’re about to have a veritable feast…”

Javelin : 13 to hit, for 8 points of damage.