More ogaries
Friday night last night. Nuff said.
The adventure opened with the gang running like scared bitches from our camp, heading for some place Durbik promised us held allies. We had 8 miles to go. I think we made it 4. Maybe not, cause it seems we were pretty close, but not close enough. Regardless, I can't remember, and it doesn't much matter.
The whole time we were hounded by a mean ass ogre riding a dire wolf. He hung back out of range (not really, I think Ollie could have peppered him with arrows from a long way off if he'd wanted). Every idea G-leaf had for eliminating this scout was kind of shot down by a lack of attention.
Turned out what we thought was a scout was really the leader of a war party of 7 ogres. They finally reached us early in the morning. G-leaf brought in some eagles to harass them a bit, which did little to nothing, but it did keep the ogres from pelting us with rocks at distance. Instead, they charged. Doesn't help that we stopped instead of just keeping up the running.......
For whatever reason, none of us at that point felt the fatigue of a days worth of marching underwater followed by a night of semi-running forced march.
Regardless, Trenh bought us a little time by temporarily befriending the leader, allowing Ollie to pepper the wolf with arrows, which kind of took it out of the battle. That's pissed the leader off, though, and in he came, friends or not. A 2nd ogre charged in, while the remainder finished off the final eagle.
G-leaf reached into his bag of tricks and tossed an angry ball of fur at that 2nd ogre, which turned out to be a little ole black bear. Trenh stepped to the side a little and launched a wave of grief at the opponents, further distracting the ogre beset by the bear and making him really, really sad. Poor ogre. His mommy never really showed him any love. He doesn't want to fight, he just wants to make honey out of clover....
In the meantime, the lead ogre had roughed up Ollie a bit, but the monk Sithach and the dwarf Durbik rushed to Ollie's side. Ollie did a bit more damage, and the remaining ogres rushed us. Before they reached us, Trenh let loose with another wave of grief and two of the last four fell in a ball of tears, saddened by the loss of the fair ogre Chorlingdahal, for she had a face that could launch a thousand ships.....a thousand ships worth of men fleeing her visage.
Up until this point, the ogres had been fumbling in the dark pretty much (since they don't have low-light or darkvision and over half our party did). Rocks had missed horribly, club swings had gone awry. Toes had been stubbed. But then fate turned.
The lead ogre got a strong bead on his nearest foe and let loose with a pair of mighty, mighty swings. Approximately 64 points of critical hits later (two crits in a row), Durbik had been split in twain (complete with the tooth shooting from my mouth when I said 'twain'). Before that, we'd seen a few mysterious arrows fly from the darkness and hit a few of the ogres, but nothing much had come from it.
At the death of Durbik, though, our allies revealed their presence by turning the lead ogre into a pin cushion. The giant still had enough oomph left to mount the wolf and run like a fairy, though. Which let Ollie and G-leaf nail the bastard pretty hard, G-leaf even scoring a critical hit with a flaming sling stone. Ollie's last arrow slew the lead ogre, and the others retreated, although we heard a scuffle back down the canyon that sounded as if they didn't make it far.
Our rescuers turned out to be Goliaths...a large humanoid something akin to stone giants, but not really. They grabbed Durbik's remains and, after some interrogation, led us back to their village. The elder led a eulogy to the departed dwarf, we were shown some rough accommodations, and we camped, expecting to see the elder again later that evening.
After a brief nap (damn half elf) Trenh began acquainting himself with the villages Dawncallers, which is the Goliath's version of a bard. Ollie and G-leaf slept. Since Lukas had chosen swing dancing over D&D, we don't know what Shithead the monk did.
Tune in next week for A Little Gnome & a Lot of Stone (Men) or A Ranger, a Monk, a Druid, & a Bard Walk Into a Goliath Village (Stop Me If You've Heard This One).
The adventure opened with the gang running like scared bitches from our camp, heading for some place Durbik promised us held allies. We had 8 miles to go. I think we made it 4. Maybe not, cause it seems we were pretty close, but not close enough. Regardless, I can't remember, and it doesn't much matter.
The whole time we were hounded by a mean ass ogre riding a dire wolf. He hung back out of range (not really, I think Ollie could have peppered him with arrows from a long way off if he'd wanted). Every idea G-leaf had for eliminating this scout was kind of shot down by a lack of attention.
Turned out what we thought was a scout was really the leader of a war party of 7 ogres. They finally reached us early in the morning. G-leaf brought in some eagles to harass them a bit, which did little to nothing, but it did keep the ogres from pelting us with rocks at distance. Instead, they charged. Doesn't help that we stopped instead of just keeping up the running.......
For whatever reason, none of us at that point felt the fatigue of a days worth of marching underwater followed by a night of semi-running forced march.
Regardless, Trenh bought us a little time by temporarily befriending the leader, allowing Ollie to pepper the wolf with arrows, which kind of took it out of the battle. That's pissed the leader off, though, and in he came, friends or not. A 2nd ogre charged in, while the remainder finished off the final eagle.
G-leaf reached into his bag of tricks and tossed an angry ball of fur at that 2nd ogre, which turned out to be a little ole black bear. Trenh stepped to the side a little and launched a wave of grief at the opponents, further distracting the ogre beset by the bear and making him really, really sad. Poor ogre. His mommy never really showed him any love. He doesn't want to fight, he just wants to make honey out of clover....
In the meantime, the lead ogre had roughed up Ollie a bit, but the monk Sithach and the dwarf Durbik rushed to Ollie's side. Ollie did a bit more damage, and the remaining ogres rushed us. Before they reached us, Trenh let loose with another wave of grief and two of the last four fell in a ball of tears, saddened by the loss of the fair ogre Chorlingdahal, for she had a face that could launch a thousand ships.....a thousand ships worth of men fleeing her visage.
Up until this point, the ogres had been fumbling in the dark pretty much (since they don't have low-light or darkvision and over half our party did). Rocks had missed horribly, club swings had gone awry. Toes had been stubbed. But then fate turned.
The lead ogre got a strong bead on his nearest foe and let loose with a pair of mighty, mighty swings. Approximately 64 points of critical hits later (two crits in a row), Durbik had been split in twain (complete with the tooth shooting from my mouth when I said 'twain'). Before that, we'd seen a few mysterious arrows fly from the darkness and hit a few of the ogres, but nothing much had come from it.
At the death of Durbik, though, our allies revealed their presence by turning the lead ogre into a pin cushion. The giant still had enough oomph left to mount the wolf and run like a fairy, though. Which let Ollie and G-leaf nail the bastard pretty hard, G-leaf even scoring a critical hit with a flaming sling stone. Ollie's last arrow slew the lead ogre, and the others retreated, although we heard a scuffle back down the canyon that sounded as if they didn't make it far.
Our rescuers turned out to be Goliaths...a large humanoid something akin to stone giants, but not really. They grabbed Durbik's remains and, after some interrogation, led us back to their village. The elder led a eulogy to the departed dwarf, we were shown some rough accommodations, and we camped, expecting to see the elder again later that evening.
After a brief nap (damn half elf) Trenh began acquainting himself with the villages Dawncallers, which is the Goliath's version of a bard. Ollie and G-leaf slept. Since Lukas had chosen swing dancing over D&D, we don't know what Shithead the monk did.
Tune in next week for A Little Gnome & a Lot of Stone (Men) or A Ranger, a Monk, a Druid, & a Bard Walk Into a Goliath Village (Stop Me If You've Heard This One).
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