[Pathfinder] Hewligan's Rise of the Runelords: The Hook Mountain Massacre

OOC: to clarify, the Kreegs are half-ogres, hence the ogre-kin tag. The bear mentioned ogres at the fort (rather than half-breeds)

The walk is short, perhaps 30 minutes of so through forest paths that appear to be relatively well established, whether by deer and animals, or the ogre-kin you do not know.

As you approach the site, strange fetishes start to decorate the trees. Bones hung from dried strips of meat or ligament, copper coins bashed thin and embedded into the trees, bloodied daubs that hint at danger, stones in little piles, clearly organised in certain little pyramids, or circles, even the odd animal skull, crudely painted in blood, hanging from a low branch.

There are no clear areas to leave the horses, but Kibb is indicating that the homestead is very near, just through the trees ahead.

OOC: Let me know your desired approach, and if suitable please provide rolls for any actions you wish to take.
 

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Jokad motions for all to stop and he slides back to join the others.

Whispering he says, "Kibb seems to be aggitated. I think we are very close. Let's find a thick stand of trees or brush and picket the horses there and hope they are alright. Grab a little food from the packs in case we have to flee without them."

"We continue the rest of the way as silent as we can. If it comes to a fight, and it will, expect no mercy and grant none. Do not allow yourself to be taken alive."



Jokad eyes up the best spot he can to leave the horses then they continue toward the homestead. He'll stay a little way in front with the bear.


OOC: Who are the Kreegs? I thought we were fighting the Grauls.
 

"No, you wait for me to scout it out' says Jovik as he creeps silent as a shadow forward through the trees to see what the bear is leading them towards.

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Sorry fro the delay, first day of finals and I got rear-ended in my car :.-( Mostly Ok, but should be back in the saddle soon.

Stealth
1d20+14=29
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While Jovik scouts ahead and Jokad and Kibb keep watch, Danth looks for a nice thick stand of trees in which to secure the horses. A stand that is preferably obscured by other trees and shrubs so that the horses will not be easily seen from the trail.


AC: 22 (24 vrs EVIL), Hit Points: 56/56

Magic Circle vrs Evil in effect, approximately 40 minutes remaining


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- Level 0: Detect Magic, Light, Guidance, Read Magic
- Level 1: Command, Bless, Shield of Faith, Divine Favor + (d) Cure Light Wounds
- Level 2: Deific Vengeance (CD), Hold Person, Resist Energy, Silence + (d) Heat Metal
- Level 3: Summon Monster III, Magic Circle vrs Evil, Dispel Magic + (d)Searing Light
- Level 4: Holy Smite, Summon Monster IV + (d) Fire Shield
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Jovik slinks through the forest for a hundred yards or so on silent feet until at last he can see the homestead.

It is in a clearing, with two buildings, one the main homestead (to the west), and a barn-like structure to the east. There is a rather ill-kept vegetable patch south of the barn, with lots of maize and stubby green plants that suggests potatoes or similar. The roof of the barn sags, as if aged and ill maintained. The main house is in a similar state of slow decay.

In the yard, between the two buildings, an 8 foot tall monstrous ogre pads back and forth. He has a grotesquely deformed head that resembles a giant pumpkin on one side, as if some tumors have taken root and gone crazy. He wanders slowly over to the cornfield, stopping to pull a few weeds from between the stalks, and shouting an obscenity at a crow that had dared to land on the edge of the vegetable patch. He carries a large ogre-hook weapon, that he uses to pick dirt from under his nails after he has finished picking a few weeds.

Jovik, just five feet from the eastern edge of the clearing, is only twenty or so feet away from this ogre-kin, but he is blissfully unaware of the young rogue's presence.
 

Jovik debates for a bit and thinks to himself "WWJD" "What Would Jokad Do?" and with a grin pulls a pair of daggers. With Gull's Wing in one hand and a normal dagger in the other. Jovik strikes silently and quickly throwing both daggers with precision, both burying themselves deep in the ogre's neck.

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1d20+9=25, 1d4+2+1d6+4d6=29

1d20+4=21, 1d4+2+4d6=25

Woot! 54 points of damage. Gotta love Sneak Attack. ;)

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Having secured and hidden the horses, Danth returns to Jokad's side. "I hope Jovik is not getting himself into trouble."
 


The daggers don't just hit, they seem to dig themselves into the thick flesh and muscles of the deformed ogres' neck, burying halfway down the blade. The monstrous man staggers momentarily to his right knee, his eyes fixing on Jovik. There is fear and pain, and perhaps a lack of comprehension behind those eyes. He bellows in pain, perhaps fear ... and turns to run towards the barn.

Gull's Wing twitches, shudders, and pulls itself free from the flesh, spinning back to Jovik's waiting hand. The ogre's neck is slick with blood, the gash from Gull's Wing is ragged and deep. The ogre almost stumbles as he runs. He is clearly suffering.

Jovik, hand on the dagger, knows he has just this once chance to fell the beast before he gets into he barn. Just this one throw.
 

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