The creatures are only partially entangled in the magical strands, further slowing their movement. The ogre which spotted the party is just able to struggle free of the webbing, moving up and forward another 5ft. The other stubbornly attempts to thrash through the mass of magical strands towards its companion, inching forward 10ft.
Kyrie begins to sing a song about mice and wolves.
Each of you feel your courage and strength rising. [+1 on attack and damage roles]
Jericho charges the ascending ogre, the clop of Saladin's feet on the rocks and dirt echoing through the midday calm, the Sun's light glinting off of the D'orites black armor. When the warrior is within 10ft of the ogre, the creature suddenly brings its large club sideways towards Jericho's chest with its incredible reach, an unhealthy *crunch* arising from beneath the chainmail. Jericho, Kyrie's music echoing through his ear, closes with the monster and responds with a slash to the arm holding the club, a bloody dripping scar formed out of the yellow-brown skin.
Jericho takes 20.
Tarowyn is up. The ascending ogre is now 20ft up the hill, just outside the radius of Whitney's web. The other is 10ft up the hill (110ft from the party), near the center of the web.