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<blockquote data-quote="jydog1" data-source="post: 5594047" data-attributes="member: 48156"><p><strong>Session #35 - June 13, 2011 - Eight Arms to Hold You</strong></p><p></p><p>notes: Evidently we've found the Pennsyltucky part of Varisia! A somewhat abbreviated session as one player had both a migraine and a flight to Ohio early in the morning. Bad things happened to Rumpus the freak ogre, and I shall not shed a tear. Trixie's rod of wonder once again provided big laughs (of pathos) and we started taking a part Hatfields and/ or McCoys of Turtleback Ferry. Serious, I expect to see Lil' Abner and the Schmoo soon.</p><p></p><p>Firendrin is acting as suicidal as Telbaine was right before he bit it. Would kinda suck to be out here without a healer and all.</p><p></p><p>From the journal of Grezzalik M'rethen:</p><p></p><p>Lovely country up here, but the only thing I had eyes for at the moment was the malformed ogre currently chatting away amicably with Firendrin as it leads us back to the farm his family has no doubt taken over. Our desire is to get there in time to save some of the rangers. Before we left the bear's corpse I cast <em>Gentle Repose</em> on it in hopes that someone might be able to raise it. The ogre wasn't pleased about it, but I stood there with calm resolve, quite aware of Trixie with her crossbow readied and Tofa fingering her blade. No matter what Firedrin might have been thinking this piece of garbage ogre wasn't living much beyond first sight of the farm. Green electricity danced along my fingers at the thought. </p><p></p><p>We made our way to the farm, at which point it was shown just how little control the dwarf had over his new friend. It lumbered forward calling for its family, and if Trixie's sharp eyes hadn't spotted another huge mutant int he bushes we might have walked into a trap. As it was Trixie did what she does whens he sees a huge creature - Rod of Wonder.</p><p></p><p>The air was suddenly choked with more butterflies than I would have thought existed. I couldn't see a damn thing. As I dropped I heard Trixie shout and, when the butterflies finally disappeared, discovered that most of the grass in the area had grown to a height of ten feet. I could hear sounds of battle within, but given the uncertainty of the situation I opted to go airborne via a Fly scroll. From up there I spotted a house in sad repair and a large barn. My friends were mopping up the ogres - so long, Rumpus - and I headed over to the barn. Firendrin was also flying around, and Tofa soon appeared on a griffon with Trixie to get over the grass.</p><p></p><p>Via hand signals we agreed to check out the barn, at which point Firendrin drifted off by himself into the upper level of the house. With a shake of my head we moved inside, quickly finding a couple of closed doors on the second level. We kicked them in to find another freakish ogre, some rangers in cages, and a whooooooole lotta webs. Tofa charged in to take care of the ogre and of course a GIANT spider came shambling out as well. It turned into a pretty brutal fight. At some point Firendrin wandered in, missing a finger and bleeding, but instead of freeing the prisoners or healing or whatever he just pushed his way through the roof and vanished again. </p><p></p><p>It wasn't a pretty fight. I set the webs on fire to flush out whatever was inside, but as they burned quickly I used a water elemental to put them back out before we couldn't breathe from all the smoke. Soon enough we put the thing down, and freed three very relieved rangers. One was Shalue's beloved stepfather, Jacundos, and a pair of his soldiers, the remnants of a 20 ranger patrol. There had been a huge attack on Fort Rannick and their attempt to aid from outside had failed. We probably could have learned more but there was a ruckus outside, and we went to the edge of the barn to see the second floor of the house on fire, Firendrin with a spear sticking out of him and clearly not in good shape, and a horde of ogres and ogre-kin pouring out of the front door. I barely had time to growl a curse, hoping there weren't other rangers in the house doomed to burn alive. Also, any good loot that was now doomed to burn up as well. I could hear Tofa's blade keening next to me and, uhm, it was a little disquieting. I didn't blame it for getting riled up - some of these ogres were beyond freaky-looking. But we'd b happy to kill inbred ogres just as happily as we'd kill regular ones. We don't judge.</p><p></p><p>Well, Londis does.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="jydog1, post: 5594047, member: 48156"] [b]Session #35 - June 13, 2011 - Eight Arms to Hold You[/b] notes: Evidently we've found the Pennsyltucky part of Varisia! A somewhat abbreviated session as one player had both a migraine and a flight to Ohio early in the morning. Bad things happened to Rumpus the freak ogre, and I shall not shed a tear. Trixie's rod of wonder once again provided big laughs (of pathos) and we started taking a part Hatfields and/ or McCoys of Turtleback Ferry. Serious, I expect to see Lil' Abner and the Schmoo soon. Firendrin is acting as suicidal as Telbaine was right before he bit it. Would kinda suck to be out here without a healer and all. From the journal of Grezzalik M'rethen: Lovely country up here, but the only thing I had eyes for at the moment was the malformed ogre currently chatting away amicably with Firendrin as it leads us back to the farm his family has no doubt taken over. Our desire is to get there in time to save some of the rangers. Before we left the bear's corpse I cast [I]Gentle Repose[/I] on it in hopes that someone might be able to raise it. The ogre wasn't pleased about it, but I stood there with calm resolve, quite aware of Trixie with her crossbow readied and Tofa fingering her blade. No matter what Firedrin might have been thinking this piece of garbage ogre wasn't living much beyond first sight of the farm. Green electricity danced along my fingers at the thought. We made our way to the farm, at which point it was shown just how little control the dwarf had over his new friend. It lumbered forward calling for its family, and if Trixie's sharp eyes hadn't spotted another huge mutant int he bushes we might have walked into a trap. As it was Trixie did what she does whens he sees a huge creature - Rod of Wonder. The air was suddenly choked with more butterflies than I would have thought existed. I couldn't see a damn thing. As I dropped I heard Trixie shout and, when the butterflies finally disappeared, discovered that most of the grass in the area had grown to a height of ten feet. I could hear sounds of battle within, but given the uncertainty of the situation I opted to go airborne via a Fly scroll. From up there I spotted a house in sad repair and a large barn. My friends were mopping up the ogres - so long, Rumpus - and I headed over to the barn. Firendrin was also flying around, and Tofa soon appeared on a griffon with Trixie to get over the grass. Via hand signals we agreed to check out the barn, at which point Firendrin drifted off by himself into the upper level of the house. With a shake of my head we moved inside, quickly finding a couple of closed doors on the second level. We kicked them in to find another freakish ogre, some rangers in cages, and a whooooooole lotta webs. Tofa charged in to take care of the ogre and of course a GIANT spider came shambling out as well. It turned into a pretty brutal fight. At some point Firendrin wandered in, missing a finger and bleeding, but instead of freeing the prisoners or healing or whatever he just pushed his way through the roof and vanished again. It wasn't a pretty fight. I set the webs on fire to flush out whatever was inside, but as they burned quickly I used a water elemental to put them back out before we couldn't breathe from all the smoke. Soon enough we put the thing down, and freed three very relieved rangers. One was Shalue's beloved stepfather, Jacundos, and a pair of his soldiers, the remnants of a 20 ranger patrol. There had been a huge attack on Fort Rannick and their attempt to aid from outside had failed. We probably could have learned more but there was a ruckus outside, and we went to the edge of the barn to see the second floor of the house on fire, Firendrin with a spear sticking out of him and clearly not in good shape, and a horde of ogres and ogre-kin pouring out of the front door. I barely had time to growl a curse, hoping there weren't other rangers in the house doomed to burn alive. Also, any good loot that was now doomed to burn up as well. I could hear Tofa's blade keening next to me and, uhm, it was a little disquieting. I didn't blame it for getting riled up - some of these ogres were beyond freaky-looking. But we'd b happy to kill inbred ogres just as happily as we'd kill regular ones. We don't judge. Well, Londis does. [/QUOTE]
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