Conc. Save for Dragon's Breathe(DC 10): 13.

All but one lucky hobgoblin manages to hit home and hit cleanly; but, growling, Nirzeg holds his focus and pulls out more astral darts from nothing. "Hah! I felt worse shitty shots than this! Here! Why dont' I show you!?" He barks as darts are flung with unerring aim. One slams right into the chin of one hobgoblin, where as the other four fly right for the ears of the giant.

Action(Nirzeg): Cast (3rd level)Magic Missile, inflicting 3 force damage to undamaged hobgoblin and 4 darts for Giant for x4 the rolled damage(Total: 12).

Movement(Zeek): Fly around to opposite side of hobgoblin troops(avoiding AOs as much as possible).

Action(Zeek): Use Dragon's Breathe(Acid) on Hobgoblins(3 within red "squares"), inflicting 12 Acid Damage. Dexterity Save(DC 14) for 1/2 damage.

Another lightning bolt: 18

And Spiritual Weapon

Attack: 21 Damage: 17

Swiper squawked in surprise at the attack from the hobgoblin, not having expected it to be there. He drops his cross bow and takes out his swords. “En garde!” He shouts and tries taking down the hobbygobby!

Attack: 21 Damage: 10
Two weapon: Attack: 26 Damage: 5

Giant Dex Save: 7

While Swiper cuts down her hobgoblin assailant with ease, Lydia blasts Kaltivar with lightning so powerful that he is seizes, unable to defend himself. Then, her spiritual weapon swings up for the finishing blow, caving in his head. The giant drops to the ground, dead, as Nirzeg and Zeek mop up the rest of the hobgoblins. 

Four ogres arrive on the scene to see the four of you standing amongst the carnage. They back up in fear and run away.

// You’re good to wrap up and leave the initiative order. The ogres are no match for you. //

"So we killed the giant. What now?"

Zeek gives chase after the Ogres, if only to further "encourage" them to make their retreat hasty, and fear for their life greater by the threat acid rain. 

At least for another minute or so before returning to the group.

During the interim, Nirzeg eventually makes his way down to the others with just the biggest shit eating grin on his face. "Now, my dear? Now we go ****'n collect our due. Or, so I would like to say after a bit of harvesting, looting, and subsequent but hopefully short enough wait for our pick up, as was scheduled." The Githyanki answered.

"Which if you would be so kind, might you help in gathering up those hobgoblins equipment. Most of its probably hardly worth more than twenty to thirty gold a piece just from resale value alone. But if I know anything about those scoundrels, is that unlike their kin, they actually give two shits about maintenance. And there's enough there to warrant our inevitable pit stop in town to sale, and fund future ventures." He adds while making his way towards the giant. "As for this guy, obviously we won't be cart'n his big arse all over creation. But with a little elbow grease, cooperation, and perhaps a spell or two, we aught get our proof of the bounty and be settle up nicely enough."

"NOT that I've forgotten about our other business in the general area... but we'll cross that bridge once I've we're done here."

(@all: If there is no word against what's been said before, and with help from someone in the party, Nirzeg would examine the giant and his goods, searching both for what he had on him in terms of goods, coin, etc, and anything noteworthy that can be used as proof of having killed him.)

(After which, or someone else can see about collecting the dead hobgoblin gears and effects to be stored away in one of the bag of holdings.)

Investigation: 20.
Plus Guidance: 3.

(If necessary to find what Nirz is after.)

While looking to see about acquiring not only proof, but proof that would last an extended trip across the world, Nirzeg cannot help but take things from an alchemist approach and take in the bounty of "materials" laid out before him. "Oi! Derrikoth! Give me a hand with the toes won't you? Think I can brew something good later out of them. Should aughta keep at least one of these suckers anyhow, and we can turn in... **** it -- let's go with the thumbs. They aughta be proof enough." He called out.

"Face would work better, but might send too many wrong messages... at least in some circles." He added with a chuckle, and then sets to work with a longsword.

Derrikoth looks a bit concerned as to what Nirzeg wants with giant toes, but complies nonetheless.

Nirzeg and Derrikoth are able to complete the grisly task of removing the dead Kaltivar's fur boots and hacking off the his toes. The stench is horrible, and when they are done, blood oozes from the stumps. But Nirzeg is sure that he can use these toes to make a potion, provided he act quickly while they are still fresh. 

The frost giant's bag holds some odd belongings. A giant-sized smoking pipe carved from the bone of some huge animal, several dead stinking trout, and a bundled-up canvas tent. There is also a small box containing electrum trade bars (1400 ep in total).  

The equipment from the hobgoblins is obviously not worth salvaging. The acid damage from Zeek's dragon breath did a number on most of the goblinoids and their equipment, and what is leftover is rusty and poorly made.   

The dead bodies lay on the ground, and the crows are already gathering. From here, the world is wide open to you. The airship isn't far off, and Rasa waits with your dwarven fugitive. Where would you like to go?

 "Oh ho ho ho! Looks like we got some halfway decent booty today! We'll have to see 'bout trading them back in Mirabar to make the most'em, but that aughta be simple enough!" Nirzeg declared as the box is held aloft like some kind of epic finding. "But before that, we are but a hop and a skip to one of the mounds. So, don't ****'n see why we can't hop on over and knock that one out before we go and settle up. After all, the more we can get done in one stretch the better, eh?" He suggested while the group yet still had time for the airship to arrive, assuming they weren't to meet them partway elsewhere.

Once all are in agreement on onboard, there's at least one more suggestion on Nirzeg's part that they spend the night recuperating before either which way. 

With considerable straining, Nirzeg manages to just lift the 450-pound box over his head. He even holds it there for several seconds. You think you may have heard a pop or two coming from his arms.

Traveling to Mirabar will take just 8 hours, Delsephine informs you. "We'll arrive in the wee hours of godswake. Should we put in at the docks this time? Or would you prefer to land a ways away, and walk in?"

Nirzeg rubs his chin and even give it a few taps before curtly nodding to himself. "Can't ****'n think of any reason why not dock this time short of bad blood between this balloon and Mirabar. Though its probably better to play it safe than sorry either which way, I don't fancy doing more walking than its worth. And if ya can hide the balloon for the day, all the more reason not to worry. Hopefully -- HOPEFULLY, we'll be underway by the end of the day, and that they'll be a bonus in it for you and your crew for the hardwork -- FROM my own personal earnings, of course." He added quickly with a smirk.

Just before if not during the docking in Mirabar one way or another, and likely giving Josephus a chance to stretch his legs for a day if by docks, Nirzeg offers the box to Derrikoth and the rest. "I trust you or one of ye can handle make sure this gets to the right exchanger to coins. Might have to kill an extra an hour or so, but what better time than now. Could even get in an early nap, assuming ye stayed up during that last leg." He suggested, before looking to their dwarven prisoner. "As for that one, I can manage to see to it that he gets to where he rightly be, and that the reward is paid in full. Which in consideration of, and to make sure no slimy bastard doesn't try to scalp us at the finish line, I brew up something special that aughta help delay notice."

With that, he hands off a flask to Weevil and says, "Drink, and try imagining looking like someone or something else. Especially around the face area. The magic will take care of the rest." He then raises a finger in a halting gesture. "It won't last forever, naturally, but I can whip up more as needed. So, don't go ****'n think it'll be a free pass to slip away later, understood?"

(@Away: Upon drinking it, the Weevil will come under the effects of Alter Self, which will last 10 minutes. Nirzeg will periodically create the Elixir as necessary to cross the city and get to where he needs to go.)

// Go ahead and treat the electrum trade bars as currency. They weigh as much as electrum pieces, and spend like them anywhere in the north. 2 ep = 1 gp, or 1 ep = 5 sp. You can easily track it as "ep" on your character sheet. //

Getting Josephus out of the airship is the normal, extremely involved and tricky ordeal that it normally is—however, here at the docks there are gangplanks, so no spell slots are needed to levitate or shrink the horse down. Delsephine maneuvers the airship down into the water and pulls up to the dock, and two of the cultist crew leap on the dock and grab a nearby gangplank.

As long as Derrikoth is leading him, Josephus obediently (although gingerly) traverses the plank and can be led off the docks and into the city of Mirabar.

Meanwhile, the Weevil drinks the potion. Immeditely, his beard recedes and his hair begins to grow out, and lightens from its dingy charcoal. He transforms from his scarred and warted self into a very lovely female dwarf, with blonde hair in ringlets. 

"Did it work?" Comes the Weevil's gravelly voice from the female dwarf's mouth.

// Where would you like to take the Weevil? //

"It works for as long as you pretend to be mute."

Swiper snorts at Lydia's quip, agreeing wholeheartedly. "Let's uhhh..." The kenku trails off, looking to Nirzeg briefly before looking to the now female dwarf. "Where are we takin' 'er boss?"

Lydia thinks about it for a moment, since  the whole bounty sidequest was just something that the two of them stumbled into when they joined this group. "The Axe, I guess."

Derrikoth pauses as he leads Josephus, watching the Weevil transform, "Certainly not the strangest thing I've seen. No, not at all," he mutters.

"Let's be out of here as fast as we can be, there are more important places to be."

Nirzeg smirked and said, "You sound almost like this hobwoman I had few rounds with back in Skullport!" He then lets out a melancholy sounding sigh, and just kind of stand there for a moment, clearly reminiscing until Swiper piped up. His look of confusion turns into one of mild annoyance upon realizing that not a single one either heard his offer, or were blatantly ignoring it.

A frustrated sounding sigh precedes his rubbing his temple and muttering to himself. "As I said before, and I'll say again, I will handle the delivery of the dwarf. You lot can go have your fun in the city, rest, or see about trading those bars for actual gold pieces or platinum, as I don't think any of us want to be lugging them around. Understood? I will meet you all at Big Blue's Belly -- a tavern, just ask around, it's fairly famous. Now come along, Ingrid. We're burning day light." Nirzeg somewhat forceably began ushering the Weevil along the docks and beyond, assuming noone stops him, or the dwarf started having doubts and assuming the worst.

Assuming everyone lets Nirzeg make the delivery, he will summarily return with gems equalling 5,000 gp in a fine black velvet bag. 

While in Mirarbar, you are free to change out currency as you see fit at one of the many banks (exchanging silver for gold, for example). Mirabar issues trade bars, gold and silver ingots that equal the weight of coinage used in other prosperous cities in the north, and will exchange them for any coins of equal value. The bankers will deal in copper if pressed, though they give you a very hard sigh if they have to handle more than twenty copper pieces. They do their best to make it clear that copper is simply not worth their time. 

Turning in the frost giant's skinned face to the Axe of Mirabar earns you a look of grim approval, and a sum of 100 gp, paid in gold coins, which are held in a simple red leather pouch.

Once you're all together, the subject that comes to mind is, "where should we go next?"

After everyone is nice and settled at whatever half-way decent to posh tavern might put them up for a night, Nirzeg pays for the first round of drinks, as well as teases the barmaid for good measure. It is not until coinage/gems are exchanged, drinks are consumed, and whatever amounted to celebratory chatter goes around for a while that the Githyanki broached the subject of the future.

Ah'brasar's concerns, assuming then would be the time of their announcement, elicits a muttered curse from the Gith. If left to his own devices for a few seconds more however, he began waggling his finger for a moment and saying, "Nononono.... this could work. This can still work. I know Morgur's Mound at this point is a slight detour, but with the airship, and if we find what we need quick enough, we should be in and out before the day's out. Then, we pop off to Fireshear. Drop you off. Do any resupplying and asking around -- because there's some shit head I need to ask around for while we're there anyways. Then, we can head over to Raven's Mound, and have a looksie there. Which hopefully by then I'll have a new formula that aught to help make transporting any new giant artifacts we find much more easily. Likely cost me a pretty penny two, but after the recent scoops, we aughta be sit'n pretty.... But what say the rest of you?"

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