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Message: <blockquote data-quote="fuzzlewump" data-source="post: 5622814" data-attributes="member: 63214">(4E) We, including me the Halfling Fighter|Cleric, my brother the Bard, and my good friend the Minotaur Barbarian Banotis (a recurring character in many different campaigns. And there's meant to be a ~ over the n, so it's Banyotis essentially.) As we approached the final room of the sunken temple with the big bad, we pass over large pools of water that actually extend into a body of water below. As the battle begun, it was bad enough having to face the Big Bad Wizard and his minions by themselves. Of course, out from a pool of water leaps forth a Feymire Crocadile, and instantly our attentions go to that like a gun being drawn in a noir film.We were level 6, and the beast was a level 10 elite ready to chomp our faces off, not to mention the other baddies in the room. A sure TPK was coming, or at least a drawn out running away sequence, until of course the Bard's turn comes up. With a stroke of pure luck, he actually lands his dominate daily spell on the Crocadile, which as far as we were concerned meant a little extra damage and having him off our back for a turn. That is, until the nature check. This guy can swallow you whole, and daze and restrain you while you are swallowed?In the game world, it must have looked a bit peculiar. Right as the Crocodile leapt out of the water and the Bard met his eyes with a Song of Discord, the Crocodile snapped toward the Big Bad Wizard and grabbed him in his massive jaws. When the Croc's turn came around, since the Big Bad was grabbed by the initial attack Song of Discord grants, it was a simple task to swallow the Big Bad whole with the granted domination attack. Our hoots and cheers were the hoots and cheers of legend.Even as the domination wore off, the Big Bad remained in the churning and squeezing acidic stomach of the Feymire Croc. The fight was certainly going in our favor until Banotis the Barbarian, renowned for his pitifully low defenses, managed to eat the bite and the swallow in one fell swoop with the use of an action point by this elite monstrosity. Finny, my Fighter|Cleric, saw the end coming, even with as much going in our favor as possible, it wasn't enough, and my halfling had to turn and flee.Inside the stomach of the Croc, as the Barbarian slid down his throat and into the Croc's stomach, the half-digested and smashed remains of the Big Bad Wizard line the stomach of this beast. While Finny couldn't really see it, the internal damage Banotis was causing as he swung around his Executioner's Axe inside of that beast's stomach in subsequent rounds was enough to put the Croc in the realm of being killable.Finny, during this is running like mad, then realizes that he can't just leave his team to die, and trudges back. Oh, did I mention I was at 1 HP and we were out of healing?The end is nigh for our barbarian being digested, and the poor bard being chomped. Quite suddenly, as my partner's have been slugging it out and on the brink of destruction, the DM said I managed to make it back to the battle. Finny's broken, bloodied, and sure to die body charged forth, blinking away blood from his eyes, calling for the blessing of Avandra as he sliced his short swords forth for a Righteous Brand. A natural twenty.Through the cheers and the hollering, I maximize my damage, roll my critical dice, and just barely place the great beast below the threshold of the living. The Feymire Croc fell limp into a pool of its own blood, as Banotis the Barbarian falls out of the stomach along with some of the remains of the Big Bad Wizard himself.Banotis "Finny, you son of a bitch."Finny, "You think I'd miss this party?"</blockquote>

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