[Pathfinder] Hewligan's Rise of the Runelords: The Hook Mountain Massacre
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Fenris
Adventurer
Jovik swore as he snagged Gull's Wing out of the air. he had hoped to dropped the swollwn monstrosity with the two daggers so he could not alert the others. Still, if he got this shot off...... there would be one less Graul. With a flip of the wrist he holds Gull's Wing be the blade and sends it spinning at the back at the ogre where it hit with a sickening thud.
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IC is down I used the WotC dice roller
To hit
Roll(1d20)+11:
16,+11
Total:27
Damage
Roll(1d4)+2:
2,+2
Total:4
Roll(1d6)+0:
6,+0
Total:6
So 10 damage.
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IC is down I used the WotC dice roller
To hit
Roll(1d20)+11:
16,+11
Total:27
Damage
Roll(1d4)+2:
2,+2
Total:4
Roll(1d6)+0:
6,+0
Total:6
So 10 damage.
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hewligan
First Post
Jovik doesn't even have time to draw another dagger. His right hand opens, catches the flashing Gull's Wing, and with a single motion pulls back and releases the blade.
The ogre-thing is moving crazily, weaving as if in great pain. Jovik holds his breath. Everything seems slow. He can see the blade tumbling end over end, crossing the distance.
The mutated face of the ogre turns to glance at Jovik in a half-second, as it slows itself a tiny amount in order to turn into the barn and into safety.
Jovik's dagger hits it hard between the eyes. It stands there for a few seconds, calmly staring at Jovik, a look of confusion and perhaps fear on its face. It is hard to tell, through the swollen tumours that swell its head. It continues to stare, and then its knees crumple beneath it, and it falls face forward into the soil.
Jovik can see Gull's Wing twitch, but it is stuck fast, held down by the huge mass of the dead ogre-kin.
Jovik releases the breath he has been holding.
He knew he wouldn't miss.
He knew it.
OOC: Congratulations, you single-handedly downed a pretty bad-ass ogre, with your final shot taking it exactly to death, not a single hit point more.
The ogre-thing is moving crazily, weaving as if in great pain. Jovik holds his breath. Everything seems slow. He can see the blade tumbling end over end, crossing the distance.
The mutated face of the ogre turns to glance at Jovik in a half-second, as it slows itself a tiny amount in order to turn into the barn and into safety.
Jovik's dagger hits it hard between the eyes. It stands there for a few seconds, calmly staring at Jovik, a look of confusion and perhaps fear on its face. It is hard to tell, through the swollen tumours that swell its head. It continues to stare, and then its knees crumple beneath it, and it falls face forward into the soil.
Jovik can see Gull's Wing twitch, but it is stuck fast, held down by the huge mass of the dead ogre-kin.
Jovik releases the breath he has been holding.
He knew he wouldn't miss.
He knew it.
OOC: Congratulations, you single-handedly downed a pretty bad-ass ogre, with your final shot taking it exactly to death, not a single hit point more.
Fenris
Adventurer
OOC: No sneak attack against a construct under 3.5 rules
That though is the beauty of a rogue who can get the jump on something. But now comes the quandary, do I try to go get Gull's Wing 
Jovik relaxed for a moment as the ogre fell, the alarm may have not yet been sounded. But a frown crept over his face as his dagger did not return. He liked that dagger. Jovik took another step to the very edge of the tree line. he stuck his head out a took a good look around. Then he took a deep breath and began running fast towards the body, intent on retrieving his dagger.
OOC: Perception +10, if he sees anything if won;t go, otherwise there, get the dagger and back to the tree line. FAST.
hewligan
First Post
Jovik, seeing no movement, pounces from the treeline, hugging the edge of the barn , and keeping low. He reaches the body of the ogre. It is warm, and stinks. There is no time for ceremony or respect for the dead. He sticks a hand under its head and tries to pull Gull's Wing free. It doesn't budge.
A few swift kicks turns the large head slightly to the side, and Gull's Wing starts to twitch. As Jovik lowers his hand to the hilt, the blade pulls itself free.
He feels a wave of relief, notices the sticky gore on his boot (one of those tumours must have burst with his kicks), smells the hideous stench that is rising from the pus there, and then turns and runs back to the trees, keeping the same low profile.
He has not been seen, but there is a giant ogre-kin corpse lying beside the vegetable patch, so the element of surprise os only going to last as long as nobody comes out investigating into the yard.
A few swift kicks turns the large head slightly to the side, and Gull's Wing starts to twitch. As Jovik lowers his hand to the hilt, the blade pulls itself free.
He feels a wave of relief, notices the sticky gore on his boot (one of those tumours must have burst with his kicks), smells the hideous stench that is rising from the pus there, and then turns and runs back to the trees, keeping the same low profile.
He has not been seen, but there is a giant ogre-kin corpse lying beside the vegetable patch, so the element of surprise os only going to last as long as nobody comes out investigating into the yard.
Fenris
Adventurer
Jovik heads back quickly through the trees, making little noise despite his rapid pace. He emerges from the trees to the group. "Ok, small farmstead just ahead, house, barn, not much more than that. The Grauls are there. Well Big Brother Graul was there. He was twice as ugly and twice as tough as his little brother. But his body is lying in plain sight, couldn't move him. So we had better move quickly." reports Jovik.
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