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


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"If we're not worried about noise," whispers Kael in reply. "I can drop a fireball right on them if they're close enough to one and other."


"Drop it on them Kael, don't worry about me." says Jovik sliding next to the door and hiding in it's shadow. He has a dagger in each hand, ready to attack the ogres as they enter. "Hey scatter and hide and let all three enter before Kael drops his fireball."

OOC: ideally everyone will scatter and hide as they enter and Kael can drop his fireball on all three. Jovik has evasion so i am not worried about getting caught in it. Jovik will try to attack (sneak attack) the last one as he enters.
 

AC 20 (mage armor, shield); HP 36; SpD 1: 4, 2: 6, 3:2

After a brief pause, as what Jovik says registers, Kael nods once and says, "I'll make it as tight as I can, my friend, don't make me regret this..."

With that said, Kael moves back some, so as to drop the fireball as it's needed. Readied, Kael just waits until their unseen foes come within the proper area to drop his fiery cacophony.

[sblock=OOC]Fireball (DC 16) (6d6=24)
Initiative (as needed) (1d20+2=18)[/sblock]
 

OOC: Sorry for the short delay - but Christmas, family, and a cold all took their toll on my time.

Kael steps out into the open as he completes the arcane words and gestures that will summon forth his fireball.

The bead of fire flies out from his open palm, soaring towards the three ogrekin who have just reached the door of the barn. Jovik, hiding to one side, closes his eyes in expectation of the flames.

Before the fireball hits, Kael gets a good look at the three ogre-kin. They are small, perhaps adolescents or late teenagers at best. One has a vestigial arm on his left side that appears as muscled and developed as his other two arms. One has overlarge, milky white eyes. The third is particularly lumpy, but with stunted legs. All three open their mouths in surprise when they see Kael. The lumpy one manages to speak just before the fireball blossoms into life.

"Looks like elf meat? It is an elfy?"

And then the fireball explodes.

OOC: Reflex saves made, failed, and failed, in order of ogre-kin described above.

OOC: I need a reflex save from Jovik - with benefit of evasion meaning no damage if successful

When the retinal image burnt into the eyes fades, Kael can see that two of the ogre-kin now lie burnt and lifeless on the ground, a horrid stench rising from their bodies. The first one, with three arms, is badly burnt, but alive. His eyes are suddenly filled with fear.
 

Jovik had seen Kael's fireballs enough to know their pattern. It was still unnerving to stand still knowing it was coming. But Jovik trusted in his instincts and luck and ducked at the right time as the fireball exploded around him. His body gyrated as he dodged the heat. As the two ogres fell, Jovik stepped forward and shived Goblin Hook deftly into the ogre's back, right up into a lung before the thing could call for help.

[sblock]
Reflex save
1d20+11=21

Surprise round strike.
1d20+11=22, 1d4+2+5d6=18

Init for next round if needed
1d20+8=18
[/sblock]
 

The middle ogre-kin, smouldering in places, his eyes darting about in fear, seems only to register the darting presence of the rogue at the last moment. The very last moment, as a dagger plunged deep into its back and pierced its lung. It gurgled out a last scream, dropping to the ground just inside the entrance to the barn, joining its brothers in death.

OOC: Congrats.
 

After a brief pause settles upon Kael, mirrored by Mal, the varisian sorcerer nods before he speaks, a forlornness steeled in his words.

"It's better done than undone," states Kael to the Wolves as his eyes brief settle on the youthful orge-kin, slain where his arcane might was unleashed. "It's best us Wolves do these deeds, because it'll be worse before it is better."

But, before too much macabre can settle upon the deeds, Kael looks toward Jovik, with an approving nod as he adds, "Well done, Jovik...both in the knife work and avoiding the blast. Now to wait and hear if the others out there noticed."
 

Danth raises an eyebrow at the carnage. "Well done, friends. I might as well just return to town for a drink." He smiles at his companions and waits to see if any further giant-kin come to inspect the blast.
 

Jovik, as cocky as ever flips his dagger up in the air and catches it behind his back. "Nice shot Kael, but you'll need to get better if you hope to singe my hair." laughs Jovik.

"Ok, 5 ogres down. Maybe 2-5 more based on what Jokad and I have heard. let's scout the rest of this barn before we head over to the house."
 

After a dry chuckle, Kael says, "Or just use the directed spells that don't miss." However, it's said with a comrades wink and grin, softening what could otherwise be a threat.

"Anyhow, Jovik has a good idea," states Kael. "If we take our time and make them fight on our terms, we might be able rescue the others and come out of this in one piece."
 

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