Rel's Faded Glory III: Glory Reborn (FINAL UPDATE 6/22 - SHE'S DONE, BABY!!)
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Rel
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BardStephenFox said:
It's hard to say. I mean they certainly were not happy but it is hard to differentiate their usual "You're a Rat Bastard" glares from their "You're being a Rat Bastard in this particular instance" glares.
Oh, and this is just the tip of one of the longer running battles from this entire campaign. I'll probably have to break it into at least two more pieces to keep the updates of managable size.
And for what it's worth, if you recall the party originally going into the first Temple of Bane they found in the Northlands and the continuous string of fights until they were completely scraping the bottom of the barrel of resources - the next several updates will be very similar. Except that their barrel is bigger and deeper now.
ledded
Herder of monkies
Rel, I like your style man.
RBDM'ing at it's finest.
I bet they never even wondered why the Ogres didnt just charge up the hall screaming for blood, even after they spent a few rounds healing up. Nice touch, I love smart mooks.
If you are anything like our GM OldDrewId, I imagine that at the point they are reaching for the scum at the bottom of that aforementioned barrel, that will become the nice time for you to start thumping said barrel with a Big Pointy Stick.
RBDM'ing at it's finest.
I bet they never even wondered why the Ogres didnt just charge up the hall screaming for blood, even after they spent a few rounds healing up. Nice touch, I love smart mooks.
If you are anything like our GM OldDrewId, I imagine that at the point they are reaching for the scum at the bottom of that aforementioned barrel, that will become the nice time for you to start thumping said barrel with a Big Pointy Stick.
Rel
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Toward the rear of the Ogrish phalanx one of their Clerics emerged and called out to Bane to hinder his enemies in this battle. Seeing that their clergy had emerged, Marcus felt there was no time to waste in bringing the battle to the enemy. If they were left along any longer to get organized then they might stop the party cold right here.
Marcus stepped up to the edge of the pit and saw Speaks impaled upon several of the spears that lined its floor. But the Druid yet lived and his bear form was already starting to shrink and grow wings. Marcus hoped that what he did next would not prevent Speaks from getting out of the pit. The Shield of St. Cuthbert was held forth and it glowed brilliantly with silver light as Marcus conjured forth an invisible concave field to bridge the pit. He called out to his companions, “You can cross! But do so quickly for my bridge will not last long!”
In response the Ogres shifted their longspears to their shield hands and hurled a flight of javelins across the pit. These rained down upon Marcus and Brutus but their armor and hide were enough to turn the points of the missiles. Albius wanted to heed the command of his superior but knew that he would fall to the Ogres in an instant in his current condition. He hung back and used the blessing of St. Cuthbert to heal some more of his wounds.
Lazarius also did not wish to cross the pit without his more marital companions at his side. Instead he wove his hands to call forth a stroke of Lightning that would soften up the ranks of the Ogres. But before he could complete the gestures he required he was blinded for a moment as a ray of Searing Light shot from behind the ranks of Ogres. As his vision cleared he caught a glimpse of the Blue Demoness, smirking at having disrupted his magic! OUTRAGEOUS!!
Marius muttered to himself, “Ah what the hell” and stepped off into nothingness. His foot came down on the invisible Wall of Force that Marcus had conjured. It was as slick as wet glass but Marius was nothing if not agile. He kept his feet and scrambled across the bowl-like bridge to emerge on the opposite side of the pit just behind the enlarged badger.
Cathal decided that he trusted his own abilities more than some invisible bridge and leapt across the pit with the aid of his magic boots. He landed right next to Marius, brandishing his crackling bastard sword and ready for battle. Their position became the front line a moment later when a spear thrust and then an iron-toed boot crashed down onto the badger, snapping its spine. Another of the Ogres took a step forward and thrush his huge longspear at Marius, catching the Imperial Explorer in the shoulder and wounding him where the lightning blasts had failed to do so.
Marcus rushed to aid his comrades but he slipped on the slick surface of his invisible bridge and fell into the middle of the bowl-like depression in its center. There he seemed to hover above the sharp points below and he knew that he had better gain his feet and get across soon before his magic expired. He spotted Albius step to the edge of the pit and glance down to make sure he was ok before casting a spell on one of the Ogres. His target succumbed and felt a sense of impending Doom take hold on him.
Even as this victim of Albius’ magic took a step backward in fear, a new Ogre, this one more feral in appearance, emerged from their line and stepped forward to attack Marius. He brought his flail crashing down onto the human and the chain ground into his upraised left arm, peeling away strips of skin. Marius cried out in pain above the clangor of battle.
Lazarius was again on the brink of unconsciousness and withdrew around the corner out of the line of fire. He cried out to Albius, “Cleric! Heal me!”
Marius collected himself and attempted to execute a forward roll to get inside the reach of the front line of Ogres and their spears. But he tripped on the dying form of the badger and flopped gracelessly to the ground as two spears from the rear rank of Ogres sank into his ribs and thigh. Blood covered Marius as he struggled to regain his feet but he still had some fight left in him.
Cathal stepped forward to flank the flail-wielding Ogre and Marius chose that moment to attack, sinking his blade deep in the creature’s kidney. Cathal swept his blade at the creature as it roared in pain and was rewarded as his crackling sword plunged into its side. But still they were badly outnumbered, severely wounded and desperately in need of the arrival of the cavalry.
Two thousand pounds of tusk-wearing pork hurled into the side of the lead Ogre as Speaks managed to coax the reluctant Brutus to charge across the pit and engage the enemy. The Ogre still stood but he looked sorely wounded.
As Cathal prepared to attack again, his vision began to dim as the Ogre Cleric tried to magically Blind him. But he fought off the ensorcelment and prepared to dive further into the mass of Ogres. Marcus managed to clamber out of the invisible bridge and charged into the battle, mace swinging. His strike downed one of the front rank of Ogres and struck the one beside him.
Inspired by Marcus, Albius ignored Lazarius’ pleas for aid and stepped onto the invisible bridge, moving slowly to keep his feet. It seemed that with most of the party having engaged the enemy that the tide of battle might be turning in their favor.
But the Ogres were not ready to fold yet. One spearman struck at Cathal, failing to penetrate his armor but giving him a nasty bruise nonetheless. Two others struck at Marcus including the one wielding the huge flail. Both blows landed but were not enough to bring down the Shield of St. Cuthbert.
Back up the hallway Lazarius sensed that Albius was not coming to his aid. Cursing he cast a spell to guard him from further attack: A more persistent version of Invisibility. He came back around the corner, his eyes keen for any sign of his nemesis.
With the Ogre phalanx falling apart a bit, Marius tumbled into one of the gaps and readied his rapier for another strike. Cathal observed the movements of his partner and moved to flank the same Ogre. They struck at nearly the same instant and the Ogre was hamstrung from behind a half second before Cathal’s blade struck him through the heart.
Brutus lowered his porcine head and charged into the Ogre wielding the flail. The hulking giant tried to ward off the oncoming rush of pig flesh but was shoved backwards into the wall. Marcus struck out at the Ogre as he was carried away and heard the crack of a rib snapping beneath his mace. He pressed the attack and struck another pair of blows as the Ogre hovered just this side of oblivion.
The sound of Speaks voice caught his attention and he turned to see the Druid weaving a spreading cloud of blue energy. A wash of hope poured out from the Druid’s spell as he completed it, filling the area around him that looked like nothing so much as a Big Sky. As this aura filled the broad corridor, the remaining two Ogre spearmen turned and fled for their lives, leaving the Blue Demoness standing alone at that end of the hallway. Marcus nearly smiled until he saw Albius. He was still struggling to make his way across the pit and as the magical bridge of force expired he was dropped into the spiked pit…
Marcus stepped up to the edge of the pit and saw Speaks impaled upon several of the spears that lined its floor. But the Druid yet lived and his bear form was already starting to shrink and grow wings. Marcus hoped that what he did next would not prevent Speaks from getting out of the pit. The Shield of St. Cuthbert was held forth and it glowed brilliantly with silver light as Marcus conjured forth an invisible concave field to bridge the pit. He called out to his companions, “You can cross! But do so quickly for my bridge will not last long!”
In response the Ogres shifted their longspears to their shield hands and hurled a flight of javelins across the pit. These rained down upon Marcus and Brutus but their armor and hide were enough to turn the points of the missiles. Albius wanted to heed the command of his superior but knew that he would fall to the Ogres in an instant in his current condition. He hung back and used the blessing of St. Cuthbert to heal some more of his wounds.
Lazarius also did not wish to cross the pit without his more marital companions at his side. Instead he wove his hands to call forth a stroke of Lightning that would soften up the ranks of the Ogres. But before he could complete the gestures he required he was blinded for a moment as a ray of Searing Light shot from behind the ranks of Ogres. As his vision cleared he caught a glimpse of the Blue Demoness, smirking at having disrupted his magic! OUTRAGEOUS!!
Marius muttered to himself, “Ah what the hell” and stepped off into nothingness. His foot came down on the invisible Wall of Force that Marcus had conjured. It was as slick as wet glass but Marius was nothing if not agile. He kept his feet and scrambled across the bowl-like bridge to emerge on the opposite side of the pit just behind the enlarged badger.
Cathal decided that he trusted his own abilities more than some invisible bridge and leapt across the pit with the aid of his magic boots. He landed right next to Marius, brandishing his crackling bastard sword and ready for battle. Their position became the front line a moment later when a spear thrust and then an iron-toed boot crashed down onto the badger, snapping its spine. Another of the Ogres took a step forward and thrush his huge longspear at Marius, catching the Imperial Explorer in the shoulder and wounding him where the lightning blasts had failed to do so.
Marcus rushed to aid his comrades but he slipped on the slick surface of his invisible bridge and fell into the middle of the bowl-like depression in its center. There he seemed to hover above the sharp points below and he knew that he had better gain his feet and get across soon before his magic expired. He spotted Albius step to the edge of the pit and glance down to make sure he was ok before casting a spell on one of the Ogres. His target succumbed and felt a sense of impending Doom take hold on him.
Even as this victim of Albius’ magic took a step backward in fear, a new Ogre, this one more feral in appearance, emerged from their line and stepped forward to attack Marius. He brought his flail crashing down onto the human and the chain ground into his upraised left arm, peeling away strips of skin. Marius cried out in pain above the clangor of battle.
Lazarius was again on the brink of unconsciousness and withdrew around the corner out of the line of fire. He cried out to Albius, “Cleric! Heal me!”
Marius collected himself and attempted to execute a forward roll to get inside the reach of the front line of Ogres and their spears. But he tripped on the dying form of the badger and flopped gracelessly to the ground as two spears from the rear rank of Ogres sank into his ribs and thigh. Blood covered Marius as he struggled to regain his feet but he still had some fight left in him.
Cathal stepped forward to flank the flail-wielding Ogre and Marius chose that moment to attack, sinking his blade deep in the creature’s kidney. Cathal swept his blade at the creature as it roared in pain and was rewarded as his crackling sword plunged into its side. But still they were badly outnumbered, severely wounded and desperately in need of the arrival of the cavalry.
Two thousand pounds of tusk-wearing pork hurled into the side of the lead Ogre as Speaks managed to coax the reluctant Brutus to charge across the pit and engage the enemy. The Ogre still stood but he looked sorely wounded.
As Cathal prepared to attack again, his vision began to dim as the Ogre Cleric tried to magically Blind him. But he fought off the ensorcelment and prepared to dive further into the mass of Ogres. Marcus managed to clamber out of the invisible bridge and charged into the battle, mace swinging. His strike downed one of the front rank of Ogres and struck the one beside him.
Inspired by Marcus, Albius ignored Lazarius’ pleas for aid and stepped onto the invisible bridge, moving slowly to keep his feet. It seemed that with most of the party having engaged the enemy that the tide of battle might be turning in their favor.
But the Ogres were not ready to fold yet. One spearman struck at Cathal, failing to penetrate his armor but giving him a nasty bruise nonetheless. Two others struck at Marcus including the one wielding the huge flail. Both blows landed but were not enough to bring down the Shield of St. Cuthbert.
Back up the hallway Lazarius sensed that Albius was not coming to his aid. Cursing he cast a spell to guard him from further attack: A more persistent version of Invisibility. He came back around the corner, his eyes keen for any sign of his nemesis.
With the Ogre phalanx falling apart a bit, Marius tumbled into one of the gaps and readied his rapier for another strike. Cathal observed the movements of his partner and moved to flank the same Ogre. They struck at nearly the same instant and the Ogre was hamstrung from behind a half second before Cathal’s blade struck him through the heart.
Brutus lowered his porcine head and charged into the Ogre wielding the flail. The hulking giant tried to ward off the oncoming rush of pig flesh but was shoved backwards into the wall. Marcus struck out at the Ogre as he was carried away and heard the crack of a rib snapping beneath his mace. He pressed the attack and struck another pair of blows as the Ogre hovered just this side of oblivion.
The sound of Speaks voice caught his attention and he turned to see the Druid weaving a spreading cloud of blue energy. A wash of hope poured out from the Druid’s spell as he completed it, filling the area around him that looked like nothing so much as a Big Sky. As this aura filled the broad corridor, the remaining two Ogre spearmen turned and fled for their lives, leaving the Blue Demoness standing alone at that end of the hallway. Marcus nearly smiled until he saw Albius. He was still struggling to make his way across the pit and as the magical bridge of force expired he was dropped into the spiked pit…
Speaks With Stone
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Alas, poor Albius.
I thought I'd add that the Animal Growth also affected Brutus so he was extra large and in charge. The badger was summoned primarily to trigger traps, but Rel decided that even a badger with Giant Growth was not enough mass to trigger the pit trap. So he ran across followed by me and I triggered the trap. At least Brutus didn't fall in, cause I'm not sure how we would have gotten him out without a LOT of trouble.
I thought I'd add that the Animal Growth also affected Brutus so he was extra large and in charge. The badger was summoned primarily to trigger traps, but Rel decided that even a badger with Giant Growth was not enough mass to trigger the pit trap. So he ran across followed by me and I triggered the trap. At least Brutus didn't fall in, cause I'm not sure how we would have gotten him out without a LOT of trouble.
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