Neverwinter Woods - Spring 1358 DR

[hedgeknight]

Weeds and grasses heed Tarrin's summons, winding first around the ankles and shins of the young hill giant, causing him to stumble, whereupon they then grasp his hands, arms, and shoulders, holding him fast.
Bork save vs. spell: [1d20] = 1

Straining in frustration and fury, Bork can only gape when another "giant" walks out from behind the hill and challenges him.

Trying to confuse the dull-witted creature even further and make him desire being away from the situation, Greystone lowers his voice and says, "Bork? What you do here? This MY land." He points at Tarrin, "That MY sorcel. Get out before I pound you good!" To add emphasis to his threat, he pulls out his now-much-larger long sword and points it menacingly at the young hill giant.

"LEAVE, BORK!!"

"Who you be? Dis be Bork's tertory! You...you...Orc humper! RAAARRGGGHHHH!!"

Bork strains with all his might, but cannot break free from the insanely strong weeds and grasses holding him.

[Alethan]

So... He is prone and incapacitated? How far out do the entangled weeds go? Can Greystone reach him with his sword without getting entangled?

Hill giants are pure evil... Greystone is not opposed to a coup de gras, if possible.

[hedgeknight]

You'd have to roll a save vs. spell if you try to get close enough to hit him...to avoid being entangled yourself.

[Alethan]

Well, poo. He doesn't seem to want to run away like I thought he might do, seeing an obviously much larger giant. Unfortunately, the potion doesn't come with the proper Giant's Strength, so I think wrestling him to submission would be a bad idea. At this point, Greystone doesn't have much choice but to kill the thing.

[hedgeknight]

Well, poo. He doesn't seem to want to run away like I thought he might do, seeing an obviously much larger giant.

He couldn't run away if he wanted to > he's entangled! And I rolled a "1" on his save.

[Alethan]

Well, poo. He doesn't seem to want to run away like I thought he might do, seeing an obviously much larger giant.

He couldn't run away if he wanted to > he's entangled! And I rolled a "1" on his save.

Yeah, there is that, too. But, still, his reaction to a much larger giant in the area wasn't what I was looking for.

Greystone looks to the human and rumbles,"You want him dead?"

[Hoondatha]

Tarrin had been reaching for his spell component pouches and glanced up at the enlarged Greystone. "That was the plan," he said calmly. "Nice idea, by the way. I like it."

((ooc: I'm at really awful corporate training this week. I'll try to get an action post up this morning, but I'm not sure I'll have time.))

[Alethan]

Seeing no other recourse at this point, Greystone sheathes his sword and draws an arrow. Making sure he is well within short range, but far enough away that he does not get caught up in the entangle spell, he begins firing large, ballista bolt-like missiles into the hapless (but very evil) giant...

To Hit, Short Bow (short range) [1d20+4] = 20+4 = 24


To Hit, Short Bow (short range) [1d20+4] = 19+4 = 23


(Real quick, Hedgeknight, what kind of damage should I roll for these? Didn't know if it should be more, considering the current size of the arrows, so I thought I would check with you before I rolled anything. Also... a natural 20 on an incapacitated foe? Maybe a ranged coup de gras? )

[Hoondatha]

Tarrin breathed a quiet prayer of thanks when the plants held. He'd never tried to entangle a giant before, and he hadn't been entirely certain it would work. He was less than convinced the webs he could conjure would do much, so they needed to do as much damage as quickly as possible. "Darkstar, now would be a good time!" he shouted, and launched into spellcasting.

Technically, he was trying to duplicate a magic missile spell. Magic missile likely wasn't going to cut it, so, as he'd done a time or two before, he just grabbed a whole bunch of raw magic and shoved it at the giant with prayers to Mystra and Shaundakul. More power than he expected burst forth, and to his delight exactly what he was hoping for happened: a hammerblow descended. Fire exploded around the giant.

((ooc: Cast Nahal's Reckless Dweomer, duplicating Magic Missile.
Level variance: 1d20 = 16 +1 level
Result: 1d100 = 71 FIREBALL!!
Damage: 4d6 = 19
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[hedgeknight]

Giant-sized Greystone fires an arrow directly into Bork's right eyeball, eliciting a howl of agony that echoes through the Crags like a church bell ringing through a town square. Bork rips several vines off his arms as he lurches upward, grabbing his ruined eye. And then Greystone fires another giant-sized arrow right into Bork's chest! Arrow dmg: [2d6x2] = 5x2 = 10, [2d6] = 6

As the vines try to entangle him anew, Tarrin shouts for Darkstar before centering his next spell upon Bork, blasting him with a powerful fireball! Bork's strength check: [1d20] = 11, and saving throw: [1d20] = 14

Bork howls again, ripping through vines and weeds (now burnt by the fireball), and staggers to his feet. "BORK MAD!!" he roars, picking up his spiked club...and charging!

Initiative rolls: Group initiative: [1d10] = 6, Bork's initiative: [1d10] = 6
ACTIONS!!

[Alethan]

OOC: Only 2d6 even though he drank half the potion?

Greystone drops his bow, draws his sword, and swings at the (now) smaller foe...


(bugger... there's the yang to my earlier ying)

To Hit, Longsword [1d20+2] = 1+2 = 3

[hedgeknight]

OOC: Only 2d6 even though he drank half the potion?

I thought you said, he drank 1/4 of the potion...

then pulls the stopper and drinks one quarter of the Growth potion contained within.

[Hoondatha]

He couldn't argue with the damage his spell caused; Tarrin couldn't wait until he was strong enough to throw such magics around as a regular spell. The blast, the wash of heat, even the stench was intoxicating.

Letting the giant loose, not so much. But when you were a wild mage, you learned to take the good with the bad.

And besides, he had another spell that might just make this overly-large idiot stand still. He scurried around to the far side of the giant, got fairly close, and called on Shaundakul's power again.

((ooc: Move to giant's other flank. Cast Wyvern Watch. Giant needs to save vs spells or be paralyzed for 3 rounds. If the giant saves and remains in the area, he has to save again each round.))

[Alethan]

OOC: Only 2d6 even though he drank half the potion?

I thought you said, he drank 1/4 of the potion...

then pulls the stopper and drinks one quarter of the Growth potion contained within.

Huh. I did.

Oh, that's right. It's because he's a young giant and only 8' tall. I was originally going to drink half of it, but then decided against it. You know, in case I fell into a 15' pit and needed to grow 6' in order to be able to climb out.

Sorry... my mistake.

[hedgeknight]

You know, in case I fell into a 15' pit and needed to grow 6' in order to be able to climb out.

[Computer +1]

Darkstar is still concealed, correct?

[hedgeknight]

Darkstar is still concealed, correct?

Correct

Bork charges...Greystone swings a gigantic sword and misses...Bork slams Greystone with his spiked club. Bork attacks: [1d20-2] = 18-2 = 16, [2d6+4] = 5+4 = 9
Tarrin casts a spell (Wyvern Watch)...Bork turns to smash Tarrin...and gets paralyzed... Bork save vs. spell: [1d20] = 4

Actions?

[Hoondatha]

((ooc: Per the PHB, if an enemy is paralyzed and there is no other combat going on, it can be slain automatically. So...))

Finally. Tarrin had been waiting to try out that spell. It was a little tricky setting up, but when it worked...

With no other distractions, Tarrin drew his sword and took the moment needed to line it up properly. Then he rammed it into the giant's chest. A second stroke for good measure, and the giant wasn't a concern any longer.

"Well, there's one giant who won't be raiding villages," he said with satisfaction, turning to Greystone. "A good day's work, that. Here, let me help you with that." Murmuring to Shaundakul, Tarrin drew in holy power and closed Greystone's wounds until only a little trickle of blood remained. "It's too bad we couldn't convince Bork to be our muscle against those goblins, but I'll take this instead."

((ooc: Cast Cure Light Wounds, healing: [1d8+3] = 5+3 = 8))

[hedgeknight]

Bork can only grunt as Tarrin's sword slides in his chest...and out...and in again...slicing through his heart and lungs. His mouth fills with blood, which trickles down his chin...and when Tarrin releases his spell, the young hill giant falls to the ground with a loud thud...dead.

Actions?

[Computer +1]

Darkstar has no desire to venture closer to the dead giant. He will wait with both his and Greystone's horse where he was.