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Message: <blockquote data-quote="the Jester" data-source="post: 1834480" data-attributes="member: 1210">Fnogghi Chaos-Hand, fomorian cleric of Na’Rat, grins as he casts divine power.  His giants and he will slay these little bastards who have been killing their kin- and feed them to the Worm!Our heroes, however, are a little less sanguine about their prospects.  These giants have been shooting arrows and hurling boulder after boulder at them with distressing speed and accuracy.  Most of the party has suffered one or more hits; the blows inflict significant damage, and many of our heroes have had to slow their rush towards the enemy to chug healing potions.  Many, but not all.Jezebel has moved swiftly to the fore, cloaked by invisibility.  Now she sets to work, firing off a succession of spells- a hold monster, followed by slow and then another greater invisibility on herself (as the duration of the one currently cloaking her is about to expire).  Neither the hold nor the slow effect any of the giants.  Sybele is having better luck, shooting and then running forward to more cover.  Here’s where that ‘manyshot’ trick would be handy, she reflects ruefully as she lands another arrow in one of the hulking hurlers’ arm.  Then she sprints forward, ducking behind a thick pile of rubble and a half-fallen house.  Ahead of her the others are moving steadily in; she winces as Max takes an arrow as thick as a halfling’s arm.  He struggles onward, blood pouring from the arrow lodged in his torso.  I’m close enough, Sybele determines, and steps out to stand her ground.  She began her adventuring career with the bow, so long ago on Tirchond.  For a moment she flashes back to her early adventures- the Court of Law, Vulker and Borlad Hammerhead, their quest to find the lad a wife- and then she unleashes a barrage of arrows, firing again and again at the massive opponents still almost three hundred feet away.  Three of her shafts sink into one of the hurlers, and the boulder-throwing giant grunts.  Then, finally, one of the party’s warriors nears the giants.  Inoke’s eyes dance and he grins as he swings his club around his head, moving forward and manifesting offensive prescience.  The bowmen drop their bows and whip out longspears- very long longspears.  As Inoke moves in on the giants, the spearmen take jabs at him, but he parries both of them as he gains momentum.  One of the hurlers is pulling forth a greatsword- a sword of Na’Rat, to be precise*- with which to render an opinion on Inoke’s prowess.  The other hulking hurler leans over to a huge piece of rubble- a fallen section of brick and mortar wall.  He shrugs off a disintegrate from the elven sorcerer flitting around, and then his deformed muscles ripple as he lifts it above his head, turns towards Lillamere- and throws it.  The elf gives a cry as he veers through the sky and the wall goes wide, crashing into another building that is only half-intact and knocking a great hole in it!A greater dispel magic from Fnogghi Chaos-Hand ripples ineffectually over one of the whirlwinds of teeth, but it does dispel the other one.  Lillamere, meanwhile, blasts one of the spear wielding giants with a lightning bolt, and to Fnogghi’s displeasure, the giant drops.  And then Inoke rushes forward- there’s nothing he loves more than a challenge!  He activates his chain of personal superiority and chain of defensive posture, then goes into a rage- and he rushes forward and psionic lion’s charges one of the hulking hurlers!  His club comes down on the hurler’s hand, crushing several of his fingers!“Raagh!” cries the fomorian.Inoke strikes it twice more, for tremendous damage.  The hurler stumbles back, and Inoke power lunges forward, smashing it again and again with Deadly Avalanch.  The club breaks several bones, and the fomorian looks to have gained a new respect for Inoke.  More arrows are peppering it from cover, and the remaining whirlwind of teeth is chewing into the other hurler.  “Come out, you cowards!” Fnogghi cries, invoking his god.  A burst of flames shoots up from below Lillamere, and the elf gives a strangled cry and drops, nearly dead!!**Enough of this, the fomorian giant cleric thinks, glancing at Pierre, his badly-wounded hulking hurler, and unleashes his most powerful healing magic.Oh crap, thinks Inoke, as all four of the remaining giants heal up completely.  Their wounds close.  All of their wounds.  “That was a mass heal!” shouts Sybele.  Next Time: The exciting conclusion!  Can our heroes beat down an 18th-level cleric fomorian giant and his buff-ass bodyguards??*For the record, this was a +1 anarchic greatsword.  **Lillamere not only failed his save, he dropped to -9 from the flame strike.  As a side note, imc a flame strike whumps down on you from above if the caster is good, or up on you from below if the caster is evil.</blockquote>

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