[Pathfinder] Hewligan's Rise of the Runelords: The Hook Mountain Massacre
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Jokad grits his teeth and shrugs. Fighting inside would be too tight for his spear. He leaves the Impaler with Vale, draws Whitefire, and prepares to follow Jovik through the door.
OOC: I think it makes sense for the Arrows to stay outside and cut down any ogres that try to flee. Quarters inside the house will probably too cramped for a large group. Although I have to keep remembering it IS an ogre-sized house...
Rhun
First Post
Danth spins Crimson Dawn in hand, and follows Jovik and Jokad. His face grim, the cleric was ready to end the ogre threat permanently.
OOC: Agree that the Black Arrows remain outside. That will allow them to cut down and fleeing ogres, or warn us should someone try to ambush us from the outside.
OOC: Agree that the Black Arrows remain outside. That will allow them to cut down and fleeing ogres, or warn us should someone try to ambush us from the outside.
hewligan
First Post
The Farmhouse
This giant decaying farmhouse covered in moss slumps drunkenly at the edge of the damp forest clearing. Rickey stairs crawl up to a porch covered by a huge eave held aloft b thick pillars of pine.
These pillars are decorated with crude carvings of manticores impaling children with their tail spikes, and women being ripped apart by wolves. The carvings look like a child's work, but the subject matter grows more gruesome and depraved from one depiction to the next.
An unsettlingly large rocking chair of lashed wood and bone sways erratically in the breeze at the far end of the porch, under a vast menagerie of wind chimes composed of decidedly humanoid bones.
The house's windows have all been boarded up with thick timbers, although it is unclear if this was done to keep intruders out or imprison whatever unspeakable things make their home within.
Jovik and Jokad climb the stairs silently, moving across the porch to the door. Danth and Kael follow some steps behind. Across the yard, fading now into concealed positions, the three Black Arrows crouch with their bows at the ready. Kibb, the bear, moves into the woods a short distance to remain concealed, but close enough at hand to defend his master if required.
OOC: Shall we head on in?
This giant decaying farmhouse covered in moss slumps drunkenly at the edge of the damp forest clearing. Rickey stairs crawl up to a porch covered by a huge eave held aloft b thick pillars of pine.
These pillars are decorated with crude carvings of manticores impaling children with their tail spikes, and women being ripped apart by wolves. The carvings look like a child's work, but the subject matter grows more gruesome and depraved from one depiction to the next.
An unsettlingly large rocking chair of lashed wood and bone sways erratically in the breeze at the far end of the porch, under a vast menagerie of wind chimes composed of decidedly humanoid bones.
The house's windows have all been boarded up with thick timbers, although it is unclear if this was done to keep intruders out or imprison whatever unspeakable things make their home within.
Jovik and Jokad climb the stairs silently, moving across the porch to the door. Danth and Kael follow some steps behind. Across the yard, fading now into concealed positions, the three Black Arrows crouch with their bows at the ready. Kibb, the bear, moves into the woods a short distance to remain concealed, but close enough at hand to defend his master if required.
OOC: Shall we head on in?
Fenris
Adventurer
OOC: Yup yup. Since they know we are coming I won't put it past them. So yes, check for traps as we head forward and in.
Friadoc
Explorer
Kael AC: 20; Mal AC: 26; Spells Remaning - 1: 5; 2: 6; 3: 4
Upon completion of his protective spells, whose arcane might protect both himself and his familiar, Kael nods to his friends and allies that both himself and Mal are ready. Wands and scrolls are readied upon his person, able to be grasped as needed and one wand is grasped within his left hand.
Mal looks at his companion for a moment, uncanny concern etched upon his features, but it is soon dissuaded by Kael's words.
"I'm fine, Mal," says Kael with a half smile and scritch behind the familiar's ears.
[sblock=ooc]The wand in Kael's hand is a wand of magic missile, just in case.[/sblock]
Upon completion of his protective spells, whose arcane might protect both himself and his familiar, Kael nods to his friends and allies that both himself and Mal are ready. Wands and scrolls are readied upon his person, able to be grasped as needed and one wand is grasped within his left hand.
Mal looks at his companion for a moment, uncanny concern etched upon his features, but it is soon dissuaded by Kael's words.
"I'm fine, Mal," says Kael with a half smile and scritch behind the familiar's ears.
[sblock=ooc]The wand in Kael's hand is a wand of magic missile, just in case.[/sblock]
hewligan
First Post
Jovik's hand moves to touch the door handle. Suddenly a raised voice is heard from inside. It is muffled, as if perhaps been a room or two away, but it is still possible to hear what is being said. The tongue is giant, but Jokad listens intently and then whispers the words to his companions.
"I wanna go kills them Mama. I wants to take my cleaver into Turtle town and chops their little heads off. I wants to bring you back their wet bits. They needs to bleed!"
Another voice silences the first, and the conversation becomes muffled.
Jokad signals. Jovik opens the door. It creaks a little. He stops. Moves it soooo slowly. Everyone can feel the adrenaline pouring through their veins.
A dingy room beyond is revealed. A stench, of flesh, of unwashed parts, of putrid things best not thought of, washes up and over you all. Mal whimpers as the smell assaults him.
The room is dishevelled - an entrance room, but with little of interest in it. But beyond, through the open hall, light is visible, and voices, muffled now beyond making out the words.
Then a shouted voice. Jokad doesn't so much translate, and offer up an expletive, but the basic content is clear to all.
"I SMELLS THEM MAMA! I SMELLS THEIR BITS!"
You hear a primal yell, as if something animalistic has been unleashed.
OOC: Something will be coming this way soon.
"I wanna go kills them Mama. I wants to take my cleaver into Turtle town and chops their little heads off. I wants to bring you back their wet bits. They needs to bleed!"
Another voice silences the first, and the conversation becomes muffled.
Jokad signals. Jovik opens the door. It creaks a little. He stops. Moves it soooo slowly. Everyone can feel the adrenaline pouring through their veins.
A dingy room beyond is revealed. A stench, of flesh, of unwashed parts, of putrid things best not thought of, washes up and over you all. Mal whimpers as the smell assaults him.
The room is dishevelled - an entrance room, but with little of interest in it. But beyond, through the open hall, light is visible, and voices, muffled now beyond making out the words.
Then a shouted voice. Jokad doesn't so much translate, and offer up an expletive, but the basic content is clear to all.
"I SMELLS THEM MAMA! I SMELLS THEIR BITS!"
You hear a primal yell, as if something animalistic has been unleashed.
OOC: Something will be coming this way soon.
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