Alex shakes off the momentary disorientation and says sharply, "Max! Attack!"
The mule simultaneously blurs in eye-hurting ways, and starts to stretch. It's grey furred hide fades away, revealing a black-brown mottled, segmented carapace. Thick, jointed insectile legs seem to burst out of its flanks. Worst of all, rearing up nearly to the height of a fathatch, is a thick armored torso, with two limbs termining in oversized crablike pincers that each look big enough to hold a grown man, and with serrations on the inside, that holding would not be pleasant for the man in question. Its head is squat, neckless, like a helmet pressed directly onto its shoulders. A mass of tendrils dangles below that head, looking obscenely like a beard made of dead snakes.
"Max" shambles forward at a fast walking speed, but before it can get away from her, Alex manages to draw a wand and touch it to the tail end of Max's carapace with a murmured command word. The air around the terrible thing shimmers slightly as it attacks the massed ogres. It draws back one giant claw to batter at the nearest fathach, ripping the giant's side open with it's wicked claws.
[SBLOCK=Max's Numbers]Attack roll 10 + 17 = 27, hit. Damage roll, near max: 20 points! He's badly wounded, but still alive.[/SBLOCK]
Lucas calmly levels his wand at one of the still-prone ogres and arcane bolts leap forth to batter the fathach like hammers falling from the sky.
[SBLOCK=Lucas' Numbers]Magic Missile damage = 20! Another bruies, bleeding ogre.[/SBLOCK]
Bargulg tries to scale the loose shale, but the ground gives way in his hands and his armor restricts his reach, preventing him from making any progress. The halfling on his back doesn't help much, either.
[SBLOCK=Bargulg's Numbers]Climb check 6 + 2 (rage) - 1 = 5. Not going anywhere[/SBLOCK]
Blasco (presumably shaking his head in disgust) vault's off the big human's shoulders and scrambles up the slope within striking distance of the fathachs, just behind Girble.
[SBLOCK=Blasco's numbers]Climb check 13 + 2 = 15. Just made it![/SBLOCK]
Kay'nar looks with surprise and interest at the kinda ugly creature Max has become, and says, "Please don't cast whatever spell that was on me Alex. I may not be the most handsome guy around, but uh... dang.", and trails off, his mind apparently occupied for a moment. He quickly snaps back and sends even more intense bolts of energy into the largest of his foes, who shrieks again, as he staggers to his feet.
[SBLOCK=Kay'nar's numbers]You'll see the results of the charm test below when I get to the ogres' actions. Attack roll 8 + 11 = 19. He's STILL flat-footed so you hit. Damage not spectacular at 27 * 1.5 = 40, plus 12 for the lingering acid is 52 this round, added to the 22 from last round is a grand total of 74 HP. He's still up, but very, very unhappy.[/SBLOCK]
Girble, having landed a solid blow on the ogre, prays to Yondalla to strengthen him against the oncoming blows.
[SBLOCK=Girble]No need to cast defensively, they're all still flat-footed. Consider yourself divinely powered!
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OOC: Ogre actions coming, but this took forever to type and I have to get back to work!