Monster Misfits (RP Thread2)

There is no issues with gathering the dust and with taking the giant's head.

((Are you willing to confirm, or ways we'd be able to check that this is in fact Big Maw?))

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((Are you willing to confirm, or ways we'd be able to check that this is in fact Big Maw?))

 Concidering he was in the hidden room in largest tent in the main camp, adorned with jewelry and other royal treasures, you can safely assume it was Big Maw.

((Nice. Is the head too large to fit in the bag of holding, or can it be crammed in? Whichever one of us is carrying the bag, did we check to see if it was empty?))

(Sounds good. Not sure who has the bag, Nasaar can carry it if no one else has it, as it would help him greatly, due to his very low strength.)
"Let's get what we can and get out of here." Nasaar says to the others. "We need to sneak back out of this camp, before the other giant-kin here find us."

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((Nice. Is the head too large to fit in the bag of holding, or can it be crammed in? Whichever one of us is carrying the bag, did we check to see if it was empty?))

 Head would not fit in the bag. A size estimate of for a 5 ft sphere (which is kinda small for a giant's head) is already 65 cubic feet, above the max capacity of the bag.

((Figured not, but would have been kicking ourselves if we hadn't asked!))

The firebolg hefts the severed head over one shoulder, and stands ready to move out when the others are.

Nasaar grins at the sight of the severed head being carried, then leads the way out.

The firebolg follows.

"We trying to sneak out of the camp? Or can try to set the whole thing on fire, either as we leave, or from this cave?"

"We should show dis to ogrishes and gets dem to joins us."

How do you proceed?

(Well Nasaar was all about sneaking out, but the others seem to have other ideas, so waiting to see what they want to do...)

((I think our overall is to try to convince the ogres to flip on the giants, might be something to be said for the show of strength, they seemed to respond well to that before. @DM, did we see any other giants on the way in to this tent? I can't recall at this point. Not keen to go toe to toe with another giant, if they're roaming about, I'd say sneak (and burn?). If it's just ogres, kick open the flap, toss Big Maw's head on the ground and tell them their free, but that we've got a job for 'em if they want it?))

No other giants were in vicinity of the tent as far as you know.

"Well... the head has been removed from the army... I say we turn the ogres against any other giants, and get them on our side!"

"And if that goes poorly... we run?"

"Works for me." Nasaar says. he lets both of his companions take the lead though, falling in to rear-position as they exit the tunnel and return into the tent.

You are back in the tent. The tent looks like it hasn't been touched since you last were there.

The firebolg heaves a sigh, still uncomfortable with the role as spokesperson to the giantkin that he's found himself in.

The air shimmers and smokes around him, and when it clears, he looks perhaps slightly taller, slightly more muscular, his burns down his left side of his face perhaps more prominent, but the weariness and battering he took in the fight no longer in evidence.

((Firbolg disguise self))

"You come through when Big Maw does, yeah? If it doesn't work, then run."

Calling Narancala to him, he squares his shoulders and pushes through the tent flap, leaving Big Maw's head right behind him, but out of sight for now. ((If the ogres are slow to notice, he'll extend a hand and send a thunderous boom ripping through any crates or other debris nearby, the thunder rolling for hundreds of feet in all directions.)) He sends his flame spirit spiraling up above him, vanishing and reappearing in bursts of flame to get their attention as he kindles a ball of flame into his hand and bounces it there. 

Raising his voice and bellowing in Giant, the firebolg gives it a go.

"BIG MAW SAY GODS MAKE HIM BOSS, MAKE HIM KING OF MOUNTAIN. BIG MAW SAY FOOD ALL FOR HIM, FOOD NOT FOR OGRES! BIG MAW SAY OGRES HAVE TO FIGHT HOBGOBLINS. FOOLISH! BIG MAW WAS BIG! BIG MAW WAS SMASHY! BIG MAW IS DEAD!"

Reaching back he grabs Big Maw's head by an ear and heaves it out of the tent, letting it roll to where it is visible to the ogres.

"BIG MAW NOT IN CHARGE OF OGRES. WHERE IS FISTSMASH? WANT TO TALK TO OGRE LEADER. SENT FROM HOBGOBLINS!", he gestures at Nasaar beside him.

"HOBGOBLINS STRONG! HOBGOBLINS NOT WANT FIGHT OGRE, OGRE ALSO STRONG! HOBGOBLIN FIGHT HUMANS! WANT OGRE FIGHT HUMANS TOO! HAVE FOOD, WILL GIVE FOOD TO TRIBES FOR FIGHT HUMANS! FOOD THAT NOT NEED SHARE WITH BIG MAW! HIM NOT HUNGRY NO MORE!"

"FISTSMASH, YOU TALK, WE GIVE FOOD?"

Nasaar stands just at the flap of the tent, barely outside of it, but in view of any ogres as they come to the firey summons. He gives a you-better-know-what-you-are-doing look at his companions as he scuffs a foot in the dirt near the tent opening.

Gruntor keeps his weapons out of his hands and glances around to see the reaction...also looking to see if he spots the ogres from before.