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<blockquote data-quote="jydog1" data-source="post: 5813146" data-attributes="member: 48156"><p><strong>Session #53 - February 6th, 2011 - I Do Not Think That Word Means What You Think It</strong></p><p></p><p>Notes: ye gods. I had the perfect plan, the perfect approach, the perfect arguments . . . and the worst die rolling EVER. Unbelievable. Still an awesome session, with brave and fantastic work by Trixie and a mission saving act by Linc, which earned him a promotion. Good job, newbie. Tofa's player was sick again and we started late anyway, but still got a good deal done.</p><p></p><p>Dinner was fairly crappy pizza as the really good place is closed on Mondays. What's with that, really good place?</p><p></p><p>From the journal of Baron Grezzalik M'rethen: </p><p></p><p>I have been learning the Giant language from Linc and Trix over the past few days and felt reasonably confident I could speak it fluently enough if the need arose. </p><p></p><p>Perhaps I was a bit overconfident.</p><p></p><p>We needed to get some scouting done and in a somewhat surprising moment Trixie volunteered. I say surprising because the compound was filled with Giants and Trixie is terrified by large things, but she shrugged and said, "Just cover me with the good stuff." When I felt the heat rush to my face she rolled her eyes and said, "The good spells, Grezz. Dope."</p><p></p><p>Between Londis and myself we cast a number of useful things on her - invisibility, cat's grace, heroism, and so on. She left - well, I assume she left, because we had no idea where she was - and be began the difficult waiting part. After a few minutes I jumped as strong fingers tickled my waist. "Off to the right is a cavern filled with ogres tanning leather in piss. It's disgusting. See you." A much longer period passed, long enough that we started to get concerned before the fingers attacked me again. "Hoo, I have a lot to tell you. Here, I'll draw it over here."</p><p></p><p>"Wait. Did you go past the ogres?"</p><p></p><p>"No. And I'm not going to because there's - "</p><p></p><p>"Trix, you should still have a few minutes of invisibility left. Please go check it out, we need to know everything."</p><p></p><p>There was a sigh and no doubt the rolling of eyes but either she was being really quiet or she'd gone off to look. After a bit she popped back into view and, after giving me the stink-eye, motioned us over to an open bit of floor and started sketching.</p><p></p><p>I'm not going to try to recap everything. There were two horse-sized red dragons collared over by a blood-soaked temple to Lamashtu inhabited by a lamia matriarch. A large steel door covered with a big sihedron rune was a little further past that. A pathway with broken tiles seemed to head downward, and not too far from where we were was a war room. A giant fitting the description of General Galenmir was inside, and after some deliberating we agreed that appealing to his sense of logic and enlisting him as an ally was our best bet. </p><p></p><p>"Now," said Londis, "we need him not to feel threatened, so we should send our feeblest, most feminine member. Grezz, this is a job for you."</p><p></p><p>I favored him with an obscene gesture even as I agreed. Trix cast heroism on me and I added a little Eagle's Splendor. She came along with me while the others waited in the hallway - Tofa and the vibrating Hardarga a little further back - and used a cantrip to part the heavy bearskin curtains out of my way so i didn't have to struggle to get through them.</p><p></p><p>[OOC]Okay. With a diplomacy skill of 8 and +3 from heroism/ES, I was at a decent +11 before the GM added any bonuses for good ideas. No problem, right? right?[/OOC]</p><p></p><p>the room was covered with charts and dominated by a war table. A very large cave bear in the corner farted in its sleep. I spread my hands wide as the giant gaped at me. "Greetings, General. May we parley?"</p><p></p><p>His hand fell to the giant pick on his hip and he started to yell for his guards. "Please," I interrupted in what I hoped were smooth tones, "if I meant you ill will I would have come through flinging spells instead of words. Why don't you hear what I have to say first and if you don't like it we can fight afterward?"</p><p></p><p>[OOC]First diplomacy roll - a 7. Little did I know that was the high point[/OOC]</p><p></p><p>Galenmir's eyes flicked over to well done sketches of our party. "You're . . . you're the Baron. And you're here." He grunted something and the bear sat up, regarding us with piggy little eyes.</p><p></p><p>"Yes, it's me, and yes, I'm here. And I believe we have a mutual problem we can help one another with, or so Cerdritm led me to believe. He mentioned that you were an intelligent and thoughtful leader, so i thought it best to come to you."</p><p></p><p>[OOC]Nice, right? Diplo roll? 1. a ONE.[/OOC]</p><p></p><p>I'd tried to used a few idioms and clearly gotten them wrong, as his brow furrowed. "Cerdritm? He's alive?"</p><p></p><p>"He is. We spared him after we crushed his attack and killed Longtooth." His eyes widened a bit. "It's terrible, what has happened to your elders because of this Mokmorian. And we both know this war is a terrible idea, General. Our people are going to get mauled on both sides, and for what? Is that what you really want for your tribe? I've been led to believe you're smart enough to know it's a bad idea.</p><p></p><p>[OOC]diplo roll - another 1. Seriously. The GM was aghast. Meanwhile, trixie was trying to bail me out with an inspiration spell each time I screwed up, but it wasn't going well[/OOC]</p><p></p><p>there were two phrased I could have used for the last bit and clearly I chose the wrong one as Galenmir's face purpled and he drew his pick. Waving it at me he shouted, "You shouldn't say that to me! I will draw out your innards and festoon the halls with them?"</p><p></p><p>I felt the situation slipping away. "General, listen to reason. Forget Mokmorian and how he's taken away everything you hold dear from you. Let's talk about that lamia matriarch. Do you enjoy having that temple to Lamashtu in here? What happens when she runs out of humans to sacrifice? Will she come after your tribe to fill her insatiable lust to kill?"</p><p></p><p>I was getting through - he clearly hated that thing. The pick wavered and I could see him thinking. So I added, "We can help put an end to this vile threat to your people."</p><p></p><p>[OOC]Diplo check - 6. yep, that was the last straw[/OOC]</p><p></p><p>At least that's what I meant to say, but later Trixie told me I mixed up a few words and actually said, "I'm threatening to put an end to your vile people."</p><p></p><p>Semantics.</p><p></p><p>He bellowed to his guard outside the other doorway to get help and looked at me with murder in his eyes. The bear rose up and roared, which elicited an 'eeep!' from Trixie and a flick of the Rod of Wonder - a fireball that lit up that half of the room. Londis came running in and swung at the giant's pick, but wasn't able to break it. In reply Galenmir drilled him with the pick and sent him sprawling back. </p><p></p><p>The bear charged and grabbed Trixie, lifting her up in a massive paw. I took a quick glance at the General, who was heading for the door, but shook my head and Held the bear before it could gobble her up. Pho and Linc came in as the General pushed through the furs on the other side. Pho cast something that blew them open and I tossed a pit at the general's feet, but he leaped back against the wall, tottering on the edge.</p><p></p><p>[OOC]Even dice that weren't mine were screwing with me. I'm tossing a Hungry Pit with a DC of 21 and a GIANT makes the reflex save.[/OOC]</p><p></p><p>Before he could do anything else three flaming shafts slammed into him, courtesy of my flame arrow spell and Linc's skill. In a voice I wouldn't have expected from a skinny little elf he bawled, "So, do you want to reconsider our offer now?"</p><p></p><p>[OOC]Brilliant playing by Linc's player - his Intimidation saved the day. buit seriously, he's like 5'3" and 115 pounds. it's like being scared by Prince[/OOC]</p><p></p><p>For just a second I saw it in Galenmir's eyes - fear - and then he cursed and said, "Yes, just get rid of this damn pi-" right before he fell in. It sounded sincere, so I dispelled it right before he would have hit bottom. he looked up at us with wary eyes and told the approaching troops to stand down. I told him to get Conna the Wise, and the surprise on her face at seeing us and at Londis' blessing from Minderhall almost made me laugh. She confirmed that we'd been getting scryed on my Mokmorian and also that she'd like to see the runt wiped out. They wouldn't help us directly, but given some time they could get us a safe route to whatever we wanted to go after. </p><p></p><p>They weren't, however, interested in moving to Hook Mountain. My plans for an independent Grezzsylvania took a serious blow.</p><p></p><p>more notes: we managed to find a way to rest while in the compound and it looks like we're going to try to bypass the lamia for now and go after Mokmorian and his two pet War Trolls. Oh, the runt knows at least Disintegrate. ick. And he's living in the library of an evil god of knowledge. What could POSSIBLY go wrong? Seriously. Disintegrate. At least 22d6 at this point. Yipes</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="jydog1, post: 5813146, member: 48156"] [b]Session #53 - February 6th, 2011 - I Do Not Think That Word Means What You Think It[/b] Notes: ye gods. I had the perfect plan, the perfect approach, the perfect arguments . . . and the worst die rolling EVER. Unbelievable. Still an awesome session, with brave and fantastic work by Trixie and a mission saving act by Linc, which earned him a promotion. Good job, newbie. Tofa's player was sick again and we started late anyway, but still got a good deal done. Dinner was fairly crappy pizza as the really good place is closed on Mondays. What's with that, really good place? From the journal of Baron Grezzalik M'rethen: I have been learning the Giant language from Linc and Trix over the past few days and felt reasonably confident I could speak it fluently enough if the need arose. Perhaps I was a bit overconfident. We needed to get some scouting done and in a somewhat surprising moment Trixie volunteered. I say surprising because the compound was filled with Giants and Trixie is terrified by large things, but she shrugged and said, "Just cover me with the good stuff." When I felt the heat rush to my face she rolled her eyes and said, "The good spells, Grezz. Dope." Between Londis and myself we cast a number of useful things on her - invisibility, cat's grace, heroism, and so on. She left - well, I assume she left, because we had no idea where she was - and be began the difficult waiting part. After a few minutes I jumped as strong fingers tickled my waist. "Off to the right is a cavern filled with ogres tanning leather in piss. It's disgusting. See you." A much longer period passed, long enough that we started to get concerned before the fingers attacked me again. "Hoo, I have a lot to tell you. Here, I'll draw it over here." "Wait. Did you go past the ogres?" "No. And I'm not going to because there's - " "Trix, you should still have a few minutes of invisibility left. Please go check it out, we need to know everything." There was a sigh and no doubt the rolling of eyes but either she was being really quiet or she'd gone off to look. After a bit she popped back into view and, after giving me the stink-eye, motioned us over to an open bit of floor and started sketching. I'm not going to try to recap everything. There were two horse-sized red dragons collared over by a blood-soaked temple to Lamashtu inhabited by a lamia matriarch. A large steel door covered with a big sihedron rune was a little further past that. A pathway with broken tiles seemed to head downward, and not too far from where we were was a war room. A giant fitting the description of General Galenmir was inside, and after some deliberating we agreed that appealing to his sense of logic and enlisting him as an ally was our best bet. "Now," said Londis, "we need him not to feel threatened, so we should send our feeblest, most feminine member. Grezz, this is a job for you." I favored him with an obscene gesture even as I agreed. Trix cast heroism on me and I added a little Eagle's Splendor. She came along with me while the others waited in the hallway - Tofa and the vibrating Hardarga a little further back - and used a cantrip to part the heavy bearskin curtains out of my way so i didn't have to struggle to get through them. [OOC]Okay. With a diplomacy skill of 8 and +3 from heroism/ES, I was at a decent +11 before the GM added any bonuses for good ideas. No problem, right? right?[/OOC] the room was covered with charts and dominated by a war table. A very large cave bear in the corner farted in its sleep. I spread my hands wide as the giant gaped at me. "Greetings, General. May we parley?" His hand fell to the giant pick on his hip and he started to yell for his guards. "Please," I interrupted in what I hoped were smooth tones, "if I meant you ill will I would have come through flinging spells instead of words. Why don't you hear what I have to say first and if you don't like it we can fight afterward?" [OOC]First diplomacy roll - a 7. Little did I know that was the high point[/OOC] Galenmir's eyes flicked over to well done sketches of our party. "You're . . . you're the Baron. And you're here." He grunted something and the bear sat up, regarding us with piggy little eyes. "Yes, it's me, and yes, I'm here. And I believe we have a mutual problem we can help one another with, or so Cerdritm led me to believe. He mentioned that you were an intelligent and thoughtful leader, so i thought it best to come to you." [OOC]Nice, right? Diplo roll? 1. a ONE.[/OOC] I'd tried to used a few idioms and clearly gotten them wrong, as his brow furrowed. "Cerdritm? He's alive?" "He is. We spared him after we crushed his attack and killed Longtooth." His eyes widened a bit. "It's terrible, what has happened to your elders because of this Mokmorian. And we both know this war is a terrible idea, General. Our people are going to get mauled on both sides, and for what? Is that what you really want for your tribe? I've been led to believe you're smart enough to know it's a bad idea. [OOC]diplo roll - another 1. Seriously. The GM was aghast. Meanwhile, trixie was trying to bail me out with an inspiration spell each time I screwed up, but it wasn't going well[/OOC] there were two phrased I could have used for the last bit and clearly I chose the wrong one as Galenmir's face purpled and he drew his pick. Waving it at me he shouted, "You shouldn't say that to me! I will draw out your innards and festoon the halls with them?" I felt the situation slipping away. "General, listen to reason. Forget Mokmorian and how he's taken away everything you hold dear from you. Let's talk about that lamia matriarch. Do you enjoy having that temple to Lamashtu in here? What happens when she runs out of humans to sacrifice? Will she come after your tribe to fill her insatiable lust to kill?" I was getting through - he clearly hated that thing. The pick wavered and I could see him thinking. So I added, "We can help put an end to this vile threat to your people." [OOC]Diplo check - 6. yep, that was the last straw[/OOC] At least that's what I meant to say, but later Trixie told me I mixed up a few words and actually said, "I'm threatening to put an end to your vile people." Semantics. He bellowed to his guard outside the other doorway to get help and looked at me with murder in his eyes. The bear rose up and roared, which elicited an 'eeep!' from Trixie and a flick of the Rod of Wonder - a fireball that lit up that half of the room. Londis came running in and swung at the giant's pick, but wasn't able to break it. In reply Galenmir drilled him with the pick and sent him sprawling back. The bear charged and grabbed Trixie, lifting her up in a massive paw. I took a quick glance at the General, who was heading for the door, but shook my head and Held the bear before it could gobble her up. Pho and Linc came in as the General pushed through the furs on the other side. Pho cast something that blew them open and I tossed a pit at the general's feet, but he leaped back against the wall, tottering on the edge. [OOC]Even dice that weren't mine were screwing with me. I'm tossing a Hungry Pit with a DC of 21 and a GIANT makes the reflex save.[/OOC] Before he could do anything else three flaming shafts slammed into him, courtesy of my flame arrow spell and Linc's skill. In a voice I wouldn't have expected from a skinny little elf he bawled, "So, do you want to reconsider our offer now?" [OOC]Brilliant playing by Linc's player - his Intimidation saved the day. buit seriously, he's like 5'3" and 115 pounds. it's like being scared by Prince[/OOC] For just a second I saw it in Galenmir's eyes - fear - and then he cursed and said, "Yes, just get rid of this damn pi-" right before he fell in. It sounded sincere, so I dispelled it right before he would have hit bottom. he looked up at us with wary eyes and told the approaching troops to stand down. I told him to get Conna the Wise, and the surprise on her face at seeing us and at Londis' blessing from Minderhall almost made me laugh. She confirmed that we'd been getting scryed on my Mokmorian and also that she'd like to see the runt wiped out. They wouldn't help us directly, but given some time they could get us a safe route to whatever we wanted to go after. They weren't, however, interested in moving to Hook Mountain. My plans for an independent Grezzsylvania took a serious blow. more notes: we managed to find a way to rest while in the compound and it looks like we're going to try to bypass the lamia for now and go after Mokmorian and his two pet War Trolls. Oh, the runt knows at least Disintegrate. ick. And he's living in the library of an evil god of knowledge. What could POSSIBLY go wrong? Seriously. Disintegrate. At least 22d6 at this point. Yipes [/QUOTE]
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