drothgery said:
I hate to say this, but a humanoid (or monstrous humanoid or giant or anything looks vaguely human-ish, and isn't an ape) with a 6 Int is supposed to act like a really stupid human, while something that looked like a tiger and had a 6 int would be expected to act like a very cunning animal. Yes, if you're consistent and logical a 6 Int is a 6 Int, but Ogres are designed to be played as stupid, unsubtle, big, evil enemies -- Ogres who aren't this way are presenting a far greater challenge than would normally be expected of Ogres.
This is how the first ogre encounter in my current campaign went. PCs were all first level:
A giant humanoid, nearly ten feet tall, was engaged in building a cairn with some of the fallen tower stones. Not a troll, then. An ogre. Still dangerous, but not as dangerous as what they had feared. From the size of the cairn, whatever it was burying was about the size of the ogre itself. The ogre was wrapped in a bear’s hide, tied on with a rope. Its well-muscled arms were hairy and knotted with warts and muscle. What Locke could see of its face was bestial, with huge teeth and a bristling beard. At least the ogre favored one side as it worked, as though wounded. Thank Badur for small favors.
Hrum and Desu caught up to them and stepped into the clearing. Desu let the donkey free. It raced across the clearing, and cowered behind the half-orc warrior. As Desu returned to where the donkey and Hrum stood, they caught sight of the ogre. Hrum quickly strung his bow. Desu, however, saw that it was injured and, as Ravenscroll stepped through the ragged stone gap into the tower, Desu hailed the ogre.
“Forgive our intrusion,” he said. “Maybe we can help.”
The ogre turned its red-rimmed eyes toward Desu. Its face was twisted with grief and rage. It howled in anger.
“I don’t think that’s going to work,” Locke said. Suddenly prophecies didn’t seem so imperative. Recovering his lost life didn’t seem worth dying for at the moment. He stepped quickly away from Hrum and Desu as the ogre retrieved a huge greatclub from near where it was working. From within the tower, Ravenscroll gave a cry of pain. Hrum loosed an arrow. Again, the ogre roared with rage. The dwarf’s raven shot out of the tower in a flurry of panic.
Hrum fired arrow after arrow as the ogre advanced. Most found their mark. Locke and Desu moved swiftly away, leaving Hrum to face the ogre alone. “By the Seven Good Gods!” called Hrum. “Some help here!” He fired another arrow, and then dropped his bow in favor of his sword.
“Draw it this way,” Locke called. Desu prepared a sling stone. The raven fluttered between tower and the companions as Hrum hurried toward them. It almost wasn’t enough. With it’s great stride and reach, the ogre struck Hrum a glancing blow with its greatclub. Clearly, a solid blow would be lethal.
Another ogre, this one a stripling no taller than a tall man, stepped out of the tower. It was armed with an ornate trident. The raven redoubled its efforts, trying to draw its master’s friends into the tower. But now Hrum, Locke, and Desu stood together at last. Whether it was this or not, the ogres did not stand long. The young ogre was already greatly injured. Perhaps his father did not want to lose him. In any event, the fight had gone out of them, and they quickly fled into the forest.
Moments later, Desu followed the raven into the tower, where Darwin Ravenscroll lay injured close to death.
The tower walls were five feet thick, giving way to a space about twenty feet in diameter. A narrow stone stair wound counterclockwise around the inner wall, leading nowhere. Part of a wooden roof remained, giving shelter to a massive cot. Darwin lay crumpled near the side of the cot, bleeding from a vicious stab wound.
There were various pots and pans, bones, bags, and bits of rusty dented metal armor scattered about the tower in an untidy hodgepodge. Desu clattered through them quickly to the dwarf’s side. At least he was still breathing, but he was pale with blood loss. Despite the extent of Ravenscroll’s injuries, Desu was able to stabilize him without too much difficulty, staunching the wounds with sticky cobwebs and bloodmarrow.
By that time, they had all entered the ruined tower and looked around. Locke and Hrum began sorting through the ogres’ stolen loot. They set aside those items that might be useful in the Dragon’s Lair, such as a coil of hemp rope. Locke gave a small gasp of delight when he found a sack filled with tobacco. He immediately withdrew his pipe from his pouch.
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