[LPF] Ryall's Estate

[jkason]

The monster-sized Daylily charges forward as soon as he sees the boar and smashes its ribcage with his oversized hammer. Several bones poke out, but the tenacious hog's snort just becomes more vicious with the wheezing of its perforated lungs. It lowers its head to gore the giant before it, when a cricket riding a sand-filled rose petal lands on its head. Relic spits out a word in a language no one can understand, and insect and conveyance vanish in a wisp of smoke. The boar sways momentarily, then falls to the ground, its snorting now a snore.

GM: Well, no one can claim I'm overwhelming my players, I suppose. Boar takes 22 damage and is still standing, but it fails its Will save against Relic's Sleep spell. Hlaalin can still act this round. The boar isn't technically dead yet, though anything that damages it without completely killing it will wake it up.

 

[Qik]

Quioan grinned with satisfaction as he watched the over-sized Daylily lay into the the boar. As the boar succumbs to Relic's spell, he begins to ready his next action...

OOC: K, looks like the boar is toast, but just in case he's still alive the next time I can act, I'll move to I10 and take a shot. Attack roll (+5 Dex, +1 MW, +1 Point Blank Shot) 1d20+7=18 I moved in order to avoid a cover penalty; if I need to move more to do so, consider it done; ideally, I'll stay within 30' in order to gain the +1 from PBS. I was hoping a melee penalty wouldn't apply, since the boar is asleep, but I can see potentially incurring the -4 penalty. Right - I should be around for a few more hours, All. After that, it might be until Thursday until I can post again (although maybe not).

 

[maquise]

Seeing the results, Hlaalen holds off on the bomb.

 

[jkason]

Quioan, wanting to make sure the snoring boar is finished off, looses an arrow. It sticks in the animal's side, but rather than quietly and obligingly passing on, the boar gives a pained, anrgy gasp and re-awakens. Its revival is short-lived, however. As it attempts to rise, giant Daylily smacks it with his massive hammer, breaking the creature's neck with an audible snap. Its head dangling at a greusomely unnatural angle, the boar falls back to the ground, clearly finished. The deepening red of the quickly-sinking sun only makes the creature's death seem all the bloodier.

GM: Quioan didn't do enough damage to kill it, but since Daylily was going to get an AoO as the boar stood, could only miss it on a natural 1, and then three other people could still act, I couldn't keep fighting the inevitable. 120 pork-rindy XP apiece, you bloody efficient killers.

Ryall and Roug crawl back into the clearing slowly.

"I dunno what scares me more," Roug says, "All these animal attacks, or these friends of yours." Roug stares frightfully up at the still-enlarged Daylily.

"I don't care," Ryall says, shuffling to his feet. "But I think you all proved I'm just gonna be in the way if'n I keep on with you." the peasant pulls off his key-necklace and holds it out. "I've had my excitement. Here's the key you'll need ta prove it's my house, if you can leave word at that Inn of yours once you've..." he looks at the mutilated boar and gulps loudly, "Taken care of business?"

"Well, it's my house, too," Roug says, pulling his own key out of his belt pouch.

 

[Systole]

OOC: I rolled Roll Lookup for the AoO. P.S. For future reference, sleeping bad guys can be coup-de-graced, which is a little safer than shooting at them.

With the boar dead, Daylily leans back and takes a deep breath, and his pupils, which had shrunk to pinpoints, return to a slightly more sane-looking size. He takes a moment to look down at himself in amazement.

[sblock=Elvish]"What in the bloody bowels of the Night Hunter did ye spell me with, mate? Fair spoke, 'twere good for tae swing the mattock, but now I'll be like to need a howlin' brace of hunt just for a wee snacky. Yon piglet is naught but half a rasher for me now."[/sblock]

With a sigh, he kneels down and begins to clean and gut the boar carcass. After a moment he pulls forth the beast's raw, steaming liver, then stands up and walks over to Relic, where he bends down to offer it to the old man. "Is you earning this, Elder Storyteller. I was see the sleeps magic. Before I was make smash two time, you was stopping pig. So is much fresh tasty for you."

 

[jbear]

Relic grins at Daylily's generous offer but raises his hand.

I am honoured Daylily, Giant Boarslayer. But I am not accustomed to eat raw meat. Perhaps we can cook it a little before feeding on it. Soon we will have to stop when night falls. We can share our trophy then, perhaps.

He turns to the others.

Should we press on, and keep hot on the heels of the house thief, or shall we rest and follow at first light?

OOC: For some reason I can't connect to enworld in the mornings for the last 2 days now. It keeps timing out. It's wierd and annoying. I'm having to use my sister in laws computer to write this. Hope to get it sorted out asap. Relic is willing to press on but he will listen to council about how much light is left and whether it is worth the risk or not.

 

[jkason]

GM: The ENWorld servers crashed two days in a row for a period, I believe. That's probably when you were trying to get on. And because I think I've been failing to answer the recurring question: There's maybe an hour's worth of light left.

 

[Qik]

Quioan laughs at Daylily's reaction to his spell.

[sblock=Elvish]"Just a bit of size magic, Daylily Falshenaya - as you said, the better for hitting things. If you give it a minute, you'll return to your normal size, so that your feast isn't ruined."[/sblock]

Turning to the others, Quioan added in common, "I would be fine with either pressing on or resting here for the evening. I would say that the freshness of this campsite would suggest that our object of pursuit isn't that far ahead, but he's likely to have to stop and settle at some point. After all, he is transporting a house."

 

[InVinoVeritas]

Kazanto catches her breath, putting her crossbow away and placing her hands on her hips. She whispers to herself, and water appears from nowhere to cascade down her throat, clearing her gills, and pooling muddily at her tail.

She looks over to Relic and Daylily, and at the offering of liver.

"Cook... The word is unfamiliar... Wait, it was discussed at the Dunn Wright Inn... That is the fire on the food, yes?"

She looks excited, proud of understanding something of land culture. She slithers over to Relic, smiles for him, and extends her hands toward the liver. "May I?"

 

[Systole]

The magic surrounding Daylily fades, returning him to his normal size, and he breathes a sigh of relief. "It was being interest to be much big," he says to Quioan, "and goods for squishes boar, but is more goods for Daylily to be size of Daylily again."

When Relic suggests cooking the liver, Daylily stares at him, aghast and incredulous. "To cooking ... to cooking the liver? To cooking it?" he stammers.

Luckily, Kazanto takes that moment to interject. The barbarian looks at the merwoman with an almost thankful expression, silently praising the six gods for at least one person who's not utterly insane. "Yes, fire is being for other parts of food. For liver, we make eat fresh. Is much healthy, for run fast and catching bad person before night." With a sideways glance at Relic, he offers the liver to Kazanto.