-
NOW LIVE! Into the Woods--new character species, eerie monsters, and haunting villains to populate the woodlands of your D&D games.
Milo Windby's Collected Story Hour
- Thread starter Milo Windby
- Start date
Brigit Deeperdown
First Post
frog said:
With Hack (myself) and Slash (Jeremiah) it's a good thing you don't change the rolls. After all, Jer's rolls boggle the mind.
Last edited:
Milo Windby
First Post
Temple of Elemental Evil - part 28 (session 12)
Mazithra needed two days to identify the items they had found in their latest foray into the temple. The others decided to use the hiatus to train. The days went by quickly, each of them lost in their own training. They discussed their plans at night before bedding down.
Mazi would also share her findings of the day with them as well. The leather armor they had lifted from the rogue's body turned out to be enchanted much as Jeremiah's full plate. Milo lamented at the lack of protection the armor would give him compared to his heavier chain. Brigit stowed the leather in her pack for later use. The rogue's long sword had an even stronger enchantment placed on it. Mazi hefted the blade and swung it about gracefully, commenting on its weight and ease of use. They all decided she would be the best suited to carry the blade, sheathing Sylvanglade for special occasions.
The next night Mazi showed them the other two items. The cloak the rogue wore was a cloak of protection. It's wearer would move faster, his will would be strengthened, and his health bolstered. Jeremiah, who had always wanted a good cloak, was happy to receive the magical raiment. The last object was the rogue's coin pouch. It turned out to be a minor bag of holding. Milo's eyes lit up at the mention of the bag's properties. It was able to hold much more than its total size and also rendered its contents a fraction of the weight.
"I've got to have that bag. Pretty please?" Milo said. "I'd be able to move much faster with a lighter load. I'd dodge more often and that means more healing for you, my dear, good friends."
Mazi and Brigit laughed aloud at his pitiful display. Mazi tossed the bag to Milo whom immediately started stuffing in his belongings. He had a gleeful grin plastered on his face, reminding both of them of a little boy with a new toy.
The next morning they set out for the temple. The familiar grounds soon met their gaze and they continued into the rear foyer cautiously. They descended through the opposite vestry, still fearing to establish a pattern that would welcome ambush. Travelling through the deserted halls carefully, Milo spotted an amorphous shape slumping down a long hallway towards them.
"We've got company, some kind of slimy ooze." Milo whispered back to his companions.
Mazi readied one of the magical arrows she found in the caves. Her arrow flew straight, slicing into the ochre jelly right down the middle. The party looked on in dismay as the slime parted down the cut, forming into two separate entities. Both new jellies oozed towards them.
Milo, thinking fast, summoned a spell to mind that Usamigaras granted him during his meditations. A searing light poured from his hands after he finished his incantations. The light slammed into the ooze on the left as if it were a solid wall of force. The jelly seemed to thin a bit and sizzle at the contact.
"Fine," Brigit growled, " We'll see how ya like dwarven steel!"
"Brigit, no!" Milo cried, "Not with your axe!"
He was too late, Brigit's Trollgrater sliced down into the ooze Milo damaged, splitting it straight through the middle. Once again the jelly separated in two and squelched forward.
Jeremiah, displaying amazing reservation, finally acted. He rigged a flask of oil into a firebomb and tossed the makeshift weapon at the nearest slime. The oil exploded on impact, spreading flames across the top of the ooze. It sizzled and thinned as the one Milo wounded earlier. Jer quickly worked another oil flask into a firebomb and threw that one as well, wounding the ooze further.
"I think he's got it" Mazi shouted, "Use fire!"
She relaxed into a spell casting position and chanted an incantation. Suddenly a great ball of fire sprouted into existence and slowly rolled into one of the ochre jellies. The acrid smell of ozone and burning muck filled the cavern as more of the slime sizzled away.
Milo fashioned a firebomb, following Jer's example, and lobbed it at the same ooze. The membrane seemed about to burst as the smoke cleared.
Brigit swapped out her waraxe for her hefty warhammer. "Don' like me axe? Try me hammer instead!"
The heavy steel head crashed down on the slime Jer and Milo had weakened. Its shape conformed itself to the bottom of the head, sliding out from under it. It did not return to its original shape after she withdrew, but continued to pull apart. Two more jellies confronted the party in seconds.
Three of the four oozes formed slimy tentacles to reach out towards Brigit. She deflected the slimy muck with her shield, keeping her weapon far from them. Mazi leapt away from the fourth ooze, concentrating hard on keeping her sphere rolling.
"Put the weapons away! We've got to use fire." Milo said, "Any of those handy alchemist's fire left?"
As he was talking Milo was fashioning another firebomb. He tossed it into the split jelly and watched in satisfaction as it broke, spilling its inner liquid to the floor. Mazithra rolled her sphere into the ooze that attacked her, also breaking its membrane. Two slimes were left both groping at Brigit.
Brigit broke out her last alchemist's fire and tossed it towards the middle ooze. The damage from the fire overcame the ooze, splitting it open like the others.
Mazi's sphere rolled into the last ooze, sizzling into its membrane. The thick skin held and it pressed its attack on Brigit. One of its slimy tendrils made contact with her arm and she flinched back violently. They could hear Brigit's armor sizzle from the acid in the jelly's tendril. Her flinch saved her from a fierce grip the slime almost completed.
Brigit stepped back to throw her own makeshift firebomb at the final ooze. Her good arm was wounded though, the oil fell from her grasp on the back swing and smashed into Jeremiah. Flaming oil splashed on all of the combatants, dealing minor damage. Brigit swore as she patted out the flames.
Distracted by the fire, she was wounded again by the ooze. The acid stung her through the armor and she pulled away again. This time she was able to toss her firebomb in the ooze's general direction, but only a splash of oil made contact. Mazi's sphere rolled into the ooze one last time before fizzling to nothing. The slime was intact though, and made to attack Brigit again.
Mazithra pulled out an oil flask as soon as her sphere disappeared. Her aim was true and the oil spread over the surface of the jelly before its membrane exploded and slime washed over the ground.
"Ok, note for the future," said Milo after they had a few seconds to regroup, "Weapons and ooze do not mix."
"Aye, fargin' slime. Ah'll hafta stock up on more 'O them firebombs now." Brigit grumbled.
It seemed the party's supply of oil and alchemist's fire was dangerously low. They hoped that no more slimes patrolled the halls.
A burnt smell reached their nostrils as they drew closer to the spiral staircase leading to the next level. The stairs were unguarded so they descended. The walls were sooty, gradually thickening as they rose to meet the now black ceiling. Milo grinned.
The lower passages were empty. They could see where the fire had spread from the disguise room out into the hallway. There were charred remains of a door lying in the hall.
"I wonder if we have their attention yet?" asked Milo.
"For good or ill, I think we do." answered Mazi.
Following the passage past the ruined door they could see a four-way intersection. The soot petered out towards the branching passages. They chose left. Heading north they could see a door to the right and the hallway turning left.
"Let's check the door out first, we don't want anything sneaking up behind us while we're exploring what's around the bend." suggested Mazi.
Since the door was set facing the passage after the bend they could see a few feet down the hall. Some sort of open chamber lay ahead in that direction. Milo turned to face the door and found it sealed with a well-oiled padlock. Milo rubbed his hands and pulled out his picks.
The lock fell quickly from the chains securing the door, amounting to no great challenge for the experienced halfling. Inside the well sized room were a large amount of weapons and armor. Armor and shields were hung from the walls while swords, spears, and other basic weapons were lined up in racks. Huge hampers were full of gear and travelling goods.
"Supply room?" asked Milo.
"Looks ta be." Brigit said, "We shoulda burned thisun instead 'O tha room 'O junk."
"Yeah, but you gotta admit, that was fun." Milo said with a gleam to his eye.
"I thought the wizards were supposed to be the pyromaniacs, Milo." grinned Mazi.
As they were searching the room Milo cast his magic detection cantrip. He was disappointed to find that none of the gear or weaponry glowed at all. Just then Milo heard the stomping of great feet from the hallway. All four friends turned to see four huge ogres tromp through the door, each hefting a mighty club.
The battle was joined immediately. As soon as the two forces clashed an ogre in the rear sounded a horn he pulled from his belt. The sound echoed through the cavernous hallways. Milo worried.
"Reinforcements? But they just got here!" Milo shouted.
Only two ogres could attack the group at a time, so the four split into two groups. Milo slashed at the ogre Jeremiah cut into while Mazi fired her bow at the ogre Brigit was hacking away. The ogres fought feircely, both landing a heavy blow on Jer and Brigit.
Jeremiah, dizzied from the blow, slashed ineffectively at the ogre. he lost control of his sword and stumbled to catch the weapon. Milo tumbled in to assist his friend, drawing a heavy blow from the ogre himself. Brigit hacked at her enemy twice, bringing the first ogre down. She was unable to draw the next ogre's attention away from the awkward actions of Jeremiah who took another blow while recovering his weapon.
Once again the horn sounded from behind the first two ogres.
"Will someone shut tha bloody thing up?" Brigit shouted as she reached for her second axe, abandoning her shield.
Jeremiah recovered his sword and drove it point-first into the belly of his enemy. He snapped the blade out and slashed at the other ogre as Milo did the same. Brigit performed a vicious two-handed attack, burying the axes into its chest then ripping them outwards.
The last ogre continued to blow on its horn, retreating as it did so. As soon as it reached the doorway it fled, blaring its loud tone as it ran.
"Coward!" Milo shouted after the ogre. Then to the others, "We should be ready for whatever that horn has summoned."
Seconds later they felt rather than heard what the horn summoned. A great thumping could be felt under their feet. Thump...thump...thump. Brigit gave a startled exclamation as Trollgrater started to hum. Thump...THUMP...THUMP. Whatever was making the vibrations was drawing near. The four companions exchanged glances full of confusion and a tinge of fear.
THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! A huge shape filled the doorway, towering above it. Brigit's axe hummed louder. The shape bent forward, revealing a huge misshapen humanoid head with a toothy grimace.
"A giant!" Milo lamented.
The giant crouched down to enter the room, a mammoth maul clutched in one hand. It's mouth cracked wide in a menacing grin.
"Surrender or die!" Milo was surprised to hear the words come not from the giant, but from Jeremiah!
The only response from the giant was a widening of its toothy grin. Apparently Jeremiah took offense. Jer charged the giant, before he reached the huge humanoid it swung its massive maul in a crushing blow. Jer's magic armor absorbed some of the shock and he continued his charge. In an amazing maneuver Jer cut deep into the giant twice, opening a gash in its belly and its chest.
"Surrender or die!" he repeated.
The staggered from the wounds and roared inarticulately. Brigit moved in to help Jer, scoring her own blow on one of its trunk-like legs. Mazi decided to give the two as much of an advantage as possible, she summoned a celestial badger just on the other side of the giant. The badge nipped at its heels, drawing its attention for a split second.
Milo stole the opportunity to cast a strengthening spell on Brigit, imparting the power of the bull on the dwarf. The giant's attention was freed as an unkown force slammed into the badger. The summoned creature nearly exploded from what hit it. None of them could see what had attacked the hapless celestial.
"SURRENDER OR DIE!" Jeremiah shouted at the giant.
It roared again and swatted at Brigit with a backhanded blow from its maul before shifting towards Jeremiah. Jer shook his head sadly and plunged his sword deep into the giant's belly, drawing a deep scream from the huge creature. Brigit put it out of its misery with one final chop of Trollgrater.
Brigit's axe was glowing slightly and humming louder than ever. Figuring there was still some sort of threat still present, Milo healed Brigit with his most powerful spell. No sooner had Milo finished when two green-skinned humanoids lumbered into the room with the horn-blowing ogre trailing behind.
Trollgrater burst into flames, lighting the room in an otherworldly fire. The trolls hissed at the light, perhaps recognizing an old foe. Brigit's teeth gleamed in the fire cast from her axe.
"Oh aye! This is how it's meant ta be!" she exclaimed as she attacked the trolls with abandon.
Her first attack was explosive. The blade sliced into the troll like a hot knife through butter. Once it reached mid-troll the fire flared into an intense heat, bursting through the troll. The hissing creature completely exploded, a testament to [I[Trollgrater's[/I] true power.
Jeremiah left the trolls to Brigit and attacked the recalcitrant ogre. Displaying another feat of impressive strength Jer cleaved straight through the ogre on his second attack, slicing the monster in two.
Brigit advanced on the lone troll with her axe raised. The creature hissed at her and attacked desperately. Brigit shook off the attack from the troll's claws and brought her axe down. The troll's skin parted and peeled back from the flaming axe-head. The troll withered before their eyes as it died.
"I love this axe!" Brigit crowed.
Mazithra needed two days to identify the items they had found in their latest foray into the temple. The others decided to use the hiatus to train. The days went by quickly, each of them lost in their own training. They discussed their plans at night before bedding down.
Mazi would also share her findings of the day with them as well. The leather armor they had lifted from the rogue's body turned out to be enchanted much as Jeremiah's full plate. Milo lamented at the lack of protection the armor would give him compared to his heavier chain. Brigit stowed the leather in her pack for later use. The rogue's long sword had an even stronger enchantment placed on it. Mazi hefted the blade and swung it about gracefully, commenting on its weight and ease of use. They all decided she would be the best suited to carry the blade, sheathing Sylvanglade for special occasions.
The next night Mazi showed them the other two items. The cloak the rogue wore was a cloak of protection. It's wearer would move faster, his will would be strengthened, and his health bolstered. Jeremiah, who had always wanted a good cloak, was happy to receive the magical raiment. The last object was the rogue's coin pouch. It turned out to be a minor bag of holding. Milo's eyes lit up at the mention of the bag's properties. It was able to hold much more than its total size and also rendered its contents a fraction of the weight.
"I've got to have that bag. Pretty please?" Milo said. "I'd be able to move much faster with a lighter load. I'd dodge more often and that means more healing for you, my dear, good friends."
Mazi and Brigit laughed aloud at his pitiful display. Mazi tossed the bag to Milo whom immediately started stuffing in his belongings. He had a gleeful grin plastered on his face, reminding both of them of a little boy with a new toy.
The next morning they set out for the temple. The familiar grounds soon met their gaze and they continued into the rear foyer cautiously. They descended through the opposite vestry, still fearing to establish a pattern that would welcome ambush. Travelling through the deserted halls carefully, Milo spotted an amorphous shape slumping down a long hallway towards them.
"We've got company, some kind of slimy ooze." Milo whispered back to his companions.
Mazi readied one of the magical arrows she found in the caves. Her arrow flew straight, slicing into the ochre jelly right down the middle. The party looked on in dismay as the slime parted down the cut, forming into two separate entities. Both new jellies oozed towards them.
Milo, thinking fast, summoned a spell to mind that Usamigaras granted him during his meditations. A searing light poured from his hands after he finished his incantations. The light slammed into the ooze on the left as if it were a solid wall of force. The jelly seemed to thin a bit and sizzle at the contact.
"Fine," Brigit growled, " We'll see how ya like dwarven steel!"
"Brigit, no!" Milo cried, "Not with your axe!"
He was too late, Brigit's Trollgrater sliced down into the ooze Milo damaged, splitting it straight through the middle. Once again the jelly separated in two and squelched forward.
Jeremiah, displaying amazing reservation, finally acted. He rigged a flask of oil into a firebomb and tossed the makeshift weapon at the nearest slime. The oil exploded on impact, spreading flames across the top of the ooze. It sizzled and thinned as the one Milo wounded earlier. Jer quickly worked another oil flask into a firebomb and threw that one as well, wounding the ooze further.
"I think he's got it" Mazi shouted, "Use fire!"
She relaxed into a spell casting position and chanted an incantation. Suddenly a great ball of fire sprouted into existence and slowly rolled into one of the ochre jellies. The acrid smell of ozone and burning muck filled the cavern as more of the slime sizzled away.
Milo fashioned a firebomb, following Jer's example, and lobbed it at the same ooze. The membrane seemed about to burst as the smoke cleared.
Brigit swapped out her waraxe for her hefty warhammer. "Don' like me axe? Try me hammer instead!"
The heavy steel head crashed down on the slime Jer and Milo had weakened. Its shape conformed itself to the bottom of the head, sliding out from under it. It did not return to its original shape after she withdrew, but continued to pull apart. Two more jellies confronted the party in seconds.
Three of the four oozes formed slimy tentacles to reach out towards Brigit. She deflected the slimy muck with her shield, keeping her weapon far from them. Mazi leapt away from the fourth ooze, concentrating hard on keeping her sphere rolling.
"Put the weapons away! We've got to use fire." Milo said, "Any of those handy alchemist's fire left?"
As he was talking Milo was fashioning another firebomb. He tossed it into the split jelly and watched in satisfaction as it broke, spilling its inner liquid to the floor. Mazithra rolled her sphere into the ooze that attacked her, also breaking its membrane. Two slimes were left both groping at Brigit.
Brigit broke out her last alchemist's fire and tossed it towards the middle ooze. The damage from the fire overcame the ooze, splitting it open like the others.
Mazi's sphere rolled into the last ooze, sizzling into its membrane. The thick skin held and it pressed its attack on Brigit. One of its slimy tendrils made contact with her arm and she flinched back violently. They could hear Brigit's armor sizzle from the acid in the jelly's tendril. Her flinch saved her from a fierce grip the slime almost completed.
Brigit stepped back to throw her own makeshift firebomb at the final ooze. Her good arm was wounded though, the oil fell from her grasp on the back swing and smashed into Jeremiah. Flaming oil splashed on all of the combatants, dealing minor damage. Brigit swore as she patted out the flames.
Distracted by the fire, she was wounded again by the ooze. The acid stung her through the armor and she pulled away again. This time she was able to toss her firebomb in the ooze's general direction, but only a splash of oil made contact. Mazi's sphere rolled into the ooze one last time before fizzling to nothing. The slime was intact though, and made to attack Brigit again.
Mazithra pulled out an oil flask as soon as her sphere disappeared. Her aim was true and the oil spread over the surface of the jelly before its membrane exploded and slime washed over the ground.
"Ok, note for the future," said Milo after they had a few seconds to regroup, "Weapons and ooze do not mix."
"Aye, fargin' slime. Ah'll hafta stock up on more 'O them firebombs now." Brigit grumbled.
It seemed the party's supply of oil and alchemist's fire was dangerously low. They hoped that no more slimes patrolled the halls.
A burnt smell reached their nostrils as they drew closer to the spiral staircase leading to the next level. The stairs were unguarded so they descended. The walls were sooty, gradually thickening as they rose to meet the now black ceiling. Milo grinned.
The lower passages were empty. They could see where the fire had spread from the disguise room out into the hallway. There were charred remains of a door lying in the hall.
"I wonder if we have their attention yet?" asked Milo.
"For good or ill, I think we do." answered Mazi.
Following the passage past the ruined door they could see a four-way intersection. The soot petered out towards the branching passages. They chose left. Heading north they could see a door to the right and the hallway turning left.
"Let's check the door out first, we don't want anything sneaking up behind us while we're exploring what's around the bend." suggested Mazi.
Since the door was set facing the passage after the bend they could see a few feet down the hall. Some sort of open chamber lay ahead in that direction. Milo turned to face the door and found it sealed with a well-oiled padlock. Milo rubbed his hands and pulled out his picks.
The lock fell quickly from the chains securing the door, amounting to no great challenge for the experienced halfling. Inside the well sized room were a large amount of weapons and armor. Armor and shields were hung from the walls while swords, spears, and other basic weapons were lined up in racks. Huge hampers were full of gear and travelling goods.
"Supply room?" asked Milo.
"Looks ta be." Brigit said, "We shoulda burned thisun instead 'O tha room 'O junk."
"Yeah, but you gotta admit, that was fun." Milo said with a gleam to his eye.
"I thought the wizards were supposed to be the pyromaniacs, Milo." grinned Mazi.
As they were searching the room Milo cast his magic detection cantrip. He was disappointed to find that none of the gear or weaponry glowed at all. Just then Milo heard the stomping of great feet from the hallway. All four friends turned to see four huge ogres tromp through the door, each hefting a mighty club.
The battle was joined immediately. As soon as the two forces clashed an ogre in the rear sounded a horn he pulled from his belt. The sound echoed through the cavernous hallways. Milo worried.
"Reinforcements? But they just got here!" Milo shouted.
Only two ogres could attack the group at a time, so the four split into two groups. Milo slashed at the ogre Jeremiah cut into while Mazi fired her bow at the ogre Brigit was hacking away. The ogres fought feircely, both landing a heavy blow on Jer and Brigit.
Jeremiah, dizzied from the blow, slashed ineffectively at the ogre. he lost control of his sword and stumbled to catch the weapon. Milo tumbled in to assist his friend, drawing a heavy blow from the ogre himself. Brigit hacked at her enemy twice, bringing the first ogre down. She was unable to draw the next ogre's attention away from the awkward actions of Jeremiah who took another blow while recovering his weapon.
Once again the horn sounded from behind the first two ogres.
"Will someone shut tha bloody thing up?" Brigit shouted as she reached for her second axe, abandoning her shield.
Jeremiah recovered his sword and drove it point-first into the belly of his enemy. He snapped the blade out and slashed at the other ogre as Milo did the same. Brigit performed a vicious two-handed attack, burying the axes into its chest then ripping them outwards.
The last ogre continued to blow on its horn, retreating as it did so. As soon as it reached the doorway it fled, blaring its loud tone as it ran.
"Coward!" Milo shouted after the ogre. Then to the others, "We should be ready for whatever that horn has summoned."
Seconds later they felt rather than heard what the horn summoned. A great thumping could be felt under their feet. Thump...thump...thump. Brigit gave a startled exclamation as Trollgrater started to hum. Thump...THUMP...THUMP. Whatever was making the vibrations was drawing near. The four companions exchanged glances full of confusion and a tinge of fear.
THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! A huge shape filled the doorway, towering above it. Brigit's axe hummed louder. The shape bent forward, revealing a huge misshapen humanoid head with a toothy grimace.
"A giant!" Milo lamented.
The giant crouched down to enter the room, a mammoth maul clutched in one hand. It's mouth cracked wide in a menacing grin.
"Surrender or die!" Milo was surprised to hear the words come not from the giant, but from Jeremiah!
The only response from the giant was a widening of its toothy grin. Apparently Jeremiah took offense. Jer charged the giant, before he reached the huge humanoid it swung its massive maul in a crushing blow. Jer's magic armor absorbed some of the shock and he continued his charge. In an amazing maneuver Jer cut deep into the giant twice, opening a gash in its belly and its chest.
"Surrender or die!" he repeated.
The staggered from the wounds and roared inarticulately. Brigit moved in to help Jer, scoring her own blow on one of its trunk-like legs. Mazi decided to give the two as much of an advantage as possible, she summoned a celestial badger just on the other side of the giant. The badge nipped at its heels, drawing its attention for a split second.
Milo stole the opportunity to cast a strengthening spell on Brigit, imparting the power of the bull on the dwarf. The giant's attention was freed as an unkown force slammed into the badger. The summoned creature nearly exploded from what hit it. None of them could see what had attacked the hapless celestial.
"SURRENDER OR DIE!" Jeremiah shouted at the giant.
It roared again and swatted at Brigit with a backhanded blow from its maul before shifting towards Jeremiah. Jer shook his head sadly and plunged his sword deep into the giant's belly, drawing a deep scream from the huge creature. Brigit put it out of its misery with one final chop of Trollgrater.
Brigit's axe was glowing slightly and humming louder than ever. Figuring there was still some sort of threat still present, Milo healed Brigit with his most powerful spell. No sooner had Milo finished when two green-skinned humanoids lumbered into the room with the horn-blowing ogre trailing behind.
Trollgrater burst into flames, lighting the room in an otherworldly fire. The trolls hissed at the light, perhaps recognizing an old foe. Brigit's teeth gleamed in the fire cast from her axe.
"Oh aye! This is how it's meant ta be!" she exclaimed as she attacked the trolls with abandon.
Her first attack was explosive. The blade sliced into the troll like a hot knife through butter. Once it reached mid-troll the fire flared into an intense heat, bursting through the troll. The hissing creature completely exploded, a testament to [I[Trollgrater's[/I] true power.
Jeremiah left the trolls to Brigit and attacked the recalcitrant ogre. Displaying another feat of impressive strength Jer cleaved straight through the ogre on his second attack, slicing the monster in two.
Brigit advanced on the lone troll with her axe raised. The creature hissed at her and attacked desperately. Brigit shook off the attack from the troll's claws and brought her axe down. The troll's skin parted and peeled back from the flaming axe-head. The troll withered before their eyes as it died.
"I love this axe!" Brigit crowed.
Milo Windby
First Post
I think it's worth noting the amount of confirmed criticals in that last battle. Jeremiah Giant-Killer had three criticals in a row against that giant. Three...in...a...row. The feared giant (don't know what race) lasted a whopping two rounds against our dreaded barbarian. Frog was boggled.
That alone is worth mentioning, but that's not where it ends. Brigit's first attack against the trolls was also a confirmed critical, with Trollgrater acting as a flaming burst dwarven waraxe against trollkin it amounted to a whopping 79 points of damage! Needless to say there were only a few bits and pieces of the troll to clean up.
To top it all off, Jeremiah let loose with one more critical at the end of the fight against the ogre.
The grumbling of the FROG could be heard all across the Potomac that day my friends.
That alone is worth mentioning, but that's not where it ends. Brigit's first attack against the trolls was also a confirmed critical, with Trollgrater acting as a flaming burst dwarven waraxe against trollkin it amounted to a whopping 79 points of damage! Needless to say there were only a few bits and pieces of the troll to clean up.
To top it all off, Jeremiah let loose with one more critical at the end of the fight against the ogre.
The grumbling of the FROG could be heard all across the Potomac that day my friends.
Nail
First Post
The...errr....Frog is mad!
Good shot, Jer! We're all cheerin' fer ya!
An' Milo, if I were you....I'd keep a close eye on yer friend's health, an' how many o' them cure spells you've got left.....wit' th' Frog lookin' fer vengence...an' now up ta full strength (flu-free)... yer likely ta see more "challanges" than yer used to.
Oh, one more thing: You do know how probability works, right? You've jus' rolled a spat of crits....an' the DM rolls dice more often than you do....so it's pretty likely a spat (er should I say "splat"?) of crits is headin' yer way. Pray they're not saved fer the climactic battle, Milo. Pray.
-Nail
Milo Windby said:
Good shot, Jer! We're all cheerin' fer ya!
An' Milo, if I were you....I'd keep a close eye on yer friend's health, an' how many o' them cure spells you've got left.....wit' th' Frog lookin' fer vengence...an' now up ta full strength (flu-free)... yer likely ta see more "challanges" than yer used to.
Oh, one more thing: You do know how probability works, right? You've jus' rolled a spat of crits....an' the DM rolls dice more often than you do....so it's pretty likely a spat (er should I say "splat"?) of crits is headin' yer way. Pray they're not saved fer the climactic battle, Milo. Pray.
-Nail
To set the record straight, I am not out to kill the players. Nor their characters
The only time I "grumble" is when I feel that the luck of the dice have made it so an encounter is "less than" what it was originally intended. Having said that, almost this entire session was taken up by encounters with patrols that had been set up in case of another party incursion. Yep, that's right, these weren't even the "real" bad guys.
One enjoyable thing about that session was watching Jeremiah's player (a 6 year old boy), sit in his chair and with deadly seriousness say "you'd better give up or I will kill you giant." He gave him 2 warnings and then completely wiped the floor with a Hill Giant. And to think that he is using the dice that Mazi gave up because all she could roll were a bunch of "1's".
Nail
First Post
frog said:To set the record straight, I am not out to kill the players. Nor their characters
What! An' you call yerself a DM?! Eeesh..... ;^)
Heh, heh...reminds me o' my youngin's.....th' younger they are, th' more serious they can get wit' their threats.
.....but tell me, Frog: What d'ya think a 6 year old blood-thirsty barbarian would do with a captured Hill Giant? Teach 'im tricks? Jus' be happy ye didn't have the giant surrender.........
-Nail
Oh now you have GOT to be kidding me...SURRENDER???
Any "surrender" that is to be done is done with a long term (read "evil DM") plot in mind.
Milo had a dentist appointment today and we had cable installers over all day long doing cable tv and modem installation in our new apt. so not a lot of new stuff happening today. Never fear tho, I have plenty of plotting goodness that will show up in our next session (assuming we have another session, with the way the last 3 weeks have gone).
