(IC) Against the Giants PBP Group 2

Donnell
Race: Human
HP: 36/36 TH:4
AC: 17/19 w shield
Pass Perc: 14
Pass Inv: 10
Pass Ins: 18
Initiative: +2
Action Surge: 0/1
Second Wind 1/1
arrows: 16


"Well done, lad," he says to Donnell. "That's two more for you now. Don't think I didn't notice." The Colonel stands up and looks about.
"Thank-you, sir," says Donnell with an honest humility that can't quite disguise a hint of pride, "I couldn'of done it without you."
For a moment, there is peace.

"Can the door be secured?" he asks, coughing.
"I'll have a look," he says, more to give him something to do other than witness the disembowelment of Waythe's victim.


OOC:
He will check to see if the door can be barred.
 

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Seein' the other goin' about their business, Doc reckons that all the diplomacy was over. That was the trouble with 'splainin' with words. When you 'splain with gunpowder, people listen on up.

Doc begins to survey the area and the barrels, lookin' for some likker and hopin' to find some smokes. Feelin' a little restless with all them souls, Doc frees one to provide another set o' eye on the situation.

OOC:
Doc investigates the area. HA! Going to use a skill. Looking for booze, tobacco, or anything out of place.
Investigate: 1D20+6 = [8]+6 = 14


Heck, Doc uses past life as well.
Investigate: 1D6 = [2] = 2


16 investigate, fwiw.

Doc
AC14 HP 93/93 THP 6/14 HD 10/10 PP20* SSdc16 1/2 Wls 2/4 Crs 1/1 PL 3/4 Wsp 1/1

(note- I updated spell slots, since I cast hex earlier and we haven't rested; still going)
 

Doc found some tobacco, drying on a shelf. The leaves were large and would have to be ground down, and they had a strange smell, but they'd smoke. He had been in this kitchen before, and he knew where he could fill his flask (long since empty as usual). The booze was bitter and weak, not like whirling whiskey from the mesa, but it would do.

Donnell passed Kahru, who was chopping away at the last giant, while Waythe sang with joy. He found the iron latch for the kitchen doors and latched it. It would not likely hold a determined giant from forcing the door, but it would slow them down.

The stairs down to the cellars, as they knew, were not accessed through the kitchen, but instead topped at a guard room to the south. With Captain Caine's company assaulting the front gates, and them leaving no guards to raise the alarm, it seemed that the Steading was unaware that they had come through the rear.
 

Gimlak flies in and inspects the fallen giants from a few feet in the air. Content, he moves towards Donnell and the doors. He concentrates and dirt moves about, creating another barrier to the door

OOC: I’m assuming that the floors are dirt. Multiple castings of mould earth to create barriers preventing the doors from opening.
 



Doc is mighty pleased with himself havin' located some smokes and likker. He sees that everyone else seems to be busying 'roun, makin' with the preparations and the what-not. Doc reckoned that until Hoss came up with somethin', he should enjoy a little rest.

Doc lights up a cheroot, packs the leaves of smoke, and begins grindin' 'em down for use while helpin' hisself to a little respite from the new likker.

OOC:
Doc is going to wait for further plans, and in the meantime drink and grind up the leaves. He's waiting for Hoss (Colonel) to give some indication of the next steps. Or a general consensus.

If, for whatever reason, this take a while, Doc is going to take a short rest. But I assume we do have some time pressure... I mean, there is an attack going on, right?

Also- I found the tobacco! Woot! Everyone needs a mission.

PS- @FitzTheRuke I am going to be reviewing Doc's choices re: abilities per other thread. I will let you know if anything changes. It won't be anything substantial, just warlock options.
 

Donnell
Race: Human
HP: 36/36 TH:4
AC: 17/19 w shield
Pass Perc: 14
Pass Inv: 10
Pass Ins: 18
Initiative: +2
Action Surge: 0/1
Second Wind 1/1
arrows: 16


Seeing the others taking a breather, Donnell sheaths his sword and leans against the wall, thinking about all the things he's learned and ways to better apply it to his fighting.

Donnell takes out his water skin and, before drinking, smiles and raises it in the air towards the Doc. Sure, it wasn't whiskey, but the cool water did a lot to raise his spirits.


OOC:
Not sure if there's a short rest here. I imagine we don't have lots of time.
 

The raging zealot pulled the great swords blade out of the giants torso, flicking the clinging blood and viscera to the side. He for one wanted to carry on through the south door and find more giants to cut down and Waythe was urging him to do the same.
"hurry now" he implored his companions even as he advanced forward to open the door ahead of him "no time to rest, we need to press our advantage while the enemy is distracted at the front gate"
 

Donnell
Race: Human
HP: 36/36 TH:4
AC: 17/19 w shield
Pass Perc: 14
Pass Inv: 10
Pass Ins: 18
Initiative: +2
Action Surge: 0/1
Second Wind 1/1
arrows: 16


Donnell immediately puts his water back and takes up his shield,

"OK!"

He moves towards the next exit, listening as he goes.
 

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