Mica shrugs, but looks none the less perturbed. It doesn't look like they were leaving without the mead, so might as well get this over with as quickly as possible. 

He'll carefully make his way back to V3 and poke his head in the north wall, sending a swath of purplish flame sixty feet to see if he finds anything, before doing a similar thing to the North-East exit above the pen. 

V5 - A heavy snore comes from a fat, battle-scarred ogre sitting with its back against the west wall, its chin on its chest. A thin stream of drool trails from its mouth onto its bloodstained leather loincloth. On the floor at its feet is a bloody greatclub with tufts of hair and bits of metal stuck in it.

Suspended from the ceiling of this chamber by a series of ropes and pulleys are six baskets. Clustered near the south wall are three wooden casks carved with Good Mead’s heraldic symbol: a drinking mug made of a cut-off section of horn, with an antler handle added, upright and centered.

You have found the stolen mead.

And a sleeping ogre.

Mica repeats some swears under his breath before popping back into the cavern, signaling for everyone to be quiet, before giving a rather panicked, pantomimed description of the ogre, motioning that the club was likely the cause of the five guards' deaths. After all, they were clubbed to death. He mimics the same stabby-stab and blasty-blast motions he did to Phineas when they came across the bear, pretty certain that Phineas would agree the ogre needed taken care of. 

"We need to be quiet and try to kill it in its sleep" Rak would suggest. 

Phineas nods in agreement. “Shoot from afar and wear it down,” he suggests, offering Kilmus a wink. “No more pokable distractions.”

'"I definitely don't want to get poked again - or smashed, mashed or squashed.  Unfortunately, I have to get in relatively close to be of any use here.'

Kilmus indicates his long-hafted blade.  He unfastens his cloak and shrugs it off onto the ground, working his shoulders and clasping and unclasping his hands to loosen up.  A slow deep breath, and a pause........ no voices.  No advice from anyone.

That's disconcerting.  Nearly as disconcerting as when the voices suddenly appeared a year ago.

'Ok, I can lead the charge here.  Who's with me?

'

''I could perhaps go in and cut it loose. I'm known to be quick on my feet.'' Fintan offered, eyeing her burly comrades. It was obvious some of them may make too much noise.

“Let’s do it then,” Phineas says, mocking an arrow and letting in fly when the others attack. 

Attack: Attack: 15 Damage: 4

Initiative when needed: 13

Rak would shift in his armor... realizing it was must too noisy to sneak up on the sleeping enemy. "Alright... instead of sneaking up on it.. I think we should just charge in and stab with everything you've got" The gith would suggest as he draws his greatsword. "1.... 2... 3" He count to the group quietly before taking off running towards the giant. Once close to the creature he would drive his greatsword down hard upon the sleeping enemy!

Attack: 21 Damage: 11

Rak Initiative! 3

OOC: I will wait to post my first round actions until everyone is done with their surprise round

Mica shakily pulls out his two remaining daggers. Slicing and dicing an unconscious enemy was more reliable than magic, and besides, he would be glad to run away.

First hit: 18 Damage: 4
Second hit: Attack: 25 Damage: 4

Mica then moves alongside Phineas, considering ducking around the corner entirely. He didn't want to watch Kilmus get skewered again.

Birditiative: 13

A deep-breath and Killmus follows in behind the Greenskinned warrior, as he closes in, he stops just outside of the creatures reach and lashes out with his long hafted halberd to cut down the sleeping figure. 

Attack: 22 Damage: 7
Bonus Polearm Master Attack: 15 Damage: 6

Move to within 10 feet - staying outside of the creatures 5-foot range to use the Opportunity attack Polearm Master feat - free opportunity attack if creature moves within Melee range:
Attack: 13 Damage: 8

Acrobatics: 20

She shifts her weight, angling towards Mica, before throwing a cat like grin their way '' Don't worry good sir! We all be fine, as long as we can, ah, grab and go. We'll make it out alive, and if I know anything a spirit wouldn't heal someone just for 'em to kick a bucket again.' Besides we won't really be needing to slice a dice!'' She says as if reading their thoughts, pulls away from them, grasping and ungrasping her shortsword in one hand. Fintan bounces on her toes before streaks across the icy tundra towards the groups of mead. On her way, she swings her shortsword in a horizontal arc, bearing down on the monster's foot. Throwing her body into a roll, she lands in front of the mead buckets and begins to lug a barrel back to the group. ''Say, I could use a burly arm or two!'' As she does this, she glances up towards the pulley contraption. Maybe one of the people in her company could lure him under and she could cut the rope, perhaps burying the foul creature underneath.

Attack:22 

Damage: 9

Phineas misses! Rak and Mica hit! Kilmus hits! Fintan hits! It's a huge group effort! Nicely done. The ogre wakes up! 

Ogre: 17

OUCH MY FOOT!
Rak20, Ogre17(AC11/HP21), Mica15, Phineas8

It's the regular round now, so those that have no, roll for initiative.

Kilmus blanches a bit as the Ogre awakens.  'Ho beast! Your foul reign of terror has come to an end!'

Initiative: 5

 

Initiative:11

Fintan successfully lugs one of the barrels of mead back over to the group. She ducks under the fervor of blows before shoving it around the corner. ''1 down, 2 to go! Perhaps one of you could lure them underneath that wee contraption of pulleys. I could perhaps cut it loose. That cow tongued  Ogre would be too slow to dodge the thing.''  Flexing her toes in her boots, she again charges across the ice towards the mead, sliding her dagger into her boot and wielding a double-bladed scimitar instead. With a thrust of the scimitar, she stabs the fool underneath its rib-cage. Like a dancer, she shifts her posisiton, taking the dagger out of her boot, and slices it across the face before twisting out of it's reach and lunging towards the mead. She is now close enough between the south wall and the mead that if someone went through with the plan, she could execute it.

Scimitar: 

Attack: 7

Damage:5

Dagger:

Attack: 12

Damage: 6

Seeing the Orge move to stand up. Rak would swing his greatsword once again towards the large creature.

Attack: 18 Damage: 9 

The ogre has been felled, and you've found the mead! What do you wish to do?

Phineas looks to the casks of mead. "Jus' how we going to be hauling that back to town?" He looks around to see that they'd investigated all the tunnels in the cave. 

Guys?

"Well.... Kilmus and I are strong enough we might be able to tie some some ropes around the casks and drag them through the snow." The gith would suggest. "Or we could see if we can get some of the farm animals to pull them back." He would add as he rubs his chin.