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The answer is "not a whole lot, other than tavern tales". They are a degenerate family of ogre-kin led by a matriarch. There are rumours (bawdy tavern-talk) of sordid goings-ons, and that the matriarch is the size of a large bed and quite enjoys the company of her many sons (and unfortunate...

He is down 15hp - about 8 of that is from the leg wound, 5 from being malnourished, and 2 from earlier wounds that have healed poorly.

The bear sees to smile through its pain. "Kibb" it states in terms that make it clear that this is his name. You have a chat with him, and early on he lets you know that he is familiar with healing magic and comfortable with Danth approaching him to apply something to remove or reduce the...

Rise of the Runelords, run on ENWorld, with great players!

Kael's magic surges into the bodies of the hounds before they can reach their foes. The first howls in pain and anguish as the twin bolts sear deep into its side. It turns as it runs, skittering on the slippery forest floor, and goes to ground. With a single well aimed smack the bear turns the...

Sorry! I am useless (and there was football on the TV and I had a beer in my hand ...... I will do better tomorrow).

Jokad bursts forward. Kael, about to invoke his spell, curses at his friend. The back of Jokad blocks his target, and he doesn't want to send both friend and foe up in flames. Still cursing under his breath, Kael lets the spell wait for now .... Jokad, however, waits for nothing. He is off at a...

Danth reacts fastest. He steps behind Jokad and the bear, and acting quickly he calls upon Sarenae to smite down the ogre with her righteous might! The ogre-kin howls in rage and pain as the purity of the divine light lances into him through the canopy of trees. It pushes him into a crouch, as...

OOC: Awaiting Kael's rolls and Jovik's actions

You wait in near silence for the last few seconds. Jovik can hear the last few words as the crashing sounds of the beasts come close. "I smell manflesh" it offers, hungrily, as if from a mouth full of saliva. And then the forests bursts open with activity. Five large, black hounds leap and...

Jovik recognises the words: "Wide, boys. Wide. Time to snack on bear. Mamma is going to be soooo happy!" The voice is rough and uneducated - either a hill giant or ogre - not a higher-bred giant (unless it is a very low-intelligence specimen). All other commands are just short shouted words...

The horses are not very comfortable being led through the thick, overgrown forest, and in the end Kael has to dismount and lead his mount carefully. You travel some hundred yards into the forest before you catch up with Jokad, who stands stationary, his bow drawn and aimed ahead, his attention...

Jokad leverages his fingers into the jaws of the trap, and pulls. It budges a little, and he uses that opportunity to push suddenly with all of his force. It snaps open with a shuddering JANG. The bear lets out a loud growl. A gutteral noise from deep in its gut, as if it is stifling a roar. It...

Jokad opens the palms of both hands, as if to signal he is free of weapons, and starts to speak soothing words to the beast, using his animal empathy to try and calm the clearly distressed animal. It calms almost instantly, moving slowly to lie on the ground, its paws tucking under its chin as...

Jokad winces. Before him, perhaps a hundred yards from the road, a very distressed black bear appears to have become caught in a trap. Its right leg has been firmly gored by the rusted snap-jaw trap. The bear seems to sense Jokad, and for a second stops its painful attempts to free itself. It...

Kael hears a muffled murmur of pain in the woods nearby, as if a large animal is in pain.

It is early! So early the sun has still not shaken the evening mist off the land. The horses seem spritely and awake, and the stable-boy was delighted by the extra silver he received for the excellent care he had taken of them. But it was EARLY, and Jovik had a headache. His plan, a good plan...

OOC: Do you want to move on that same day?

Despite the underlying current of fear that you can sense in many of the people, you have a fun night, exchanging tales, drinking ales, and listening to the gentle evening rain hit the wooden roof of the tavern. You wake up the next morning nursing lingering feelings that perhaps you drank one...

Without giving too much away, this adventure and the next feature a LOT of giant-kin, so good for Jokad, and not a lot of undead, so also good for Jovik.