Remnants of the Horde-Flight from Aruth

[Jeremy]

OOC: Here's my brilliant plan... Pray. Did she use Dominate Person? Because as a Giant (ogre), Durgo may not be effected. And if she can't see, she can't target him. Sound right? Hmm? Hmm? *pray pray pray*

Bargo hefts up his sword again and tries to see through the Red to his next meal.

 

[Velenne]

Durgo's lips peel back in a feral and altogether unnerving grin as the Hag lands at his very feet. He could almost pity her....almost.

Hefting his Maul, the ogre proceeds to pound her into oblivion with wild overhead chops, bellowing like a rabid bear all the while. These are the moments the Muragar lives for and he enjoys every last savage, blood-curdling second of it.

OOC: Full PA + RA + WF: +11/+11/+6 (2d6+47)(+4 to-hit for her being prone, +2 because she can't see Durgo and he'll be hitting her flat-footed AC unless she can otherwise detect him; Durgo's AC drops to 19)

 

[ferretguy]

Damn this looks ugly...hope that spell don't take on that small brained buffoon....but if it does perhaps mine will slow him down a little... Looking between his choices, (if Forlash notes the ogre braining his kin) Forlash will cast hold Monster on Durgo to stop the slaughter (he may come in handy for me someday.... ) if Ogre seems to be OK then cast Mana Spear on his Aunt.

 

[Uriel]

OOC: Here's my brilliant plan... Pray. Did she use Dominate Person? Because as a Giant (ogre), Durgo may not be effected. And if she can't see, she can't target him. Sound right? Hmm? Hmm? *pray pray pray*

Bargo hefts up his sword again and tries to see through the Red to his next meal.

OoC: No she can't, and no she can't.
I'm a Tard, I forgot that I blinded her...Duh.
I'll edit her action...

 

[ferretguy]

ooc:...hell blame it on the Vicadin....
Shaking loose the images of last action....Forlash prepares to cast Mana Spear on the Hag...Lets try this on for size dearest Aunt....

 

[Uriel]

Durgo's lips peel back in a feral and altogether unnerving grin as the Hag lands at his very feet. He could almost pity her....almost.

Hefting his Maul, the ogre proceeds to pound her into oblivion with wild overhead chops, bellowing like a rabid bear all the while. These are the moments the Muragar lives for and he enjoys every last savage, blood-curdling second of it.

OOC: Full PA + RA + WF: +11/+11/+6 (2d6+47)(+4 to-hit for her being prone, +2 because she can't see Durgo and he'll be hitting her flat-footed AC unless she can otherwise detect him; Durgo's AC drops to 19)

OoC:I rolled a '20' for the first hit, confirmed crit...6D6+141=161...7 shy of the dragon, but still.

IC: Durgo raises Durgo's Maul smashing it into the head of the Hag,watching as her skull was turned to pulp, an eye flying left, her jaw right.
Dead, the Hag lies at Durgo's feet, a crumpled mess.

Midnight Fang hops down to the ground, looking smug, then steps up and pulls her dagger out,resheathing it.

Wekerak stands dazed, then coughs a few times, shaking the after-effects of the Hag's Spell from his mind. He has one wicked headache.

Kurg moves forward, peering around Durgo and says 'the Heart, other Hag say we need Heart, then we go home...'

 

[Velenne]

Durgo hurrumphs and opens a hand toward the hag as if to say "You go right ahead". Other than pushing his fingers into the soft meat of her throat, grabbing the top of her sternum with two fingers, and ripping her chest open, he has no way to get to stupid Hag-bitch's heart. Plenty of brains to go around through....

 

[Uriel]

Kurg bends low, pulling a filleting knife from his belt. plunging it into the Hag's chest,he deftly opens her up and removes her large black Heart, wrapping it in a elfskin suede cover. Tucking it into his satchel, he nods at Duro, deferentially, looking for the next edict of the Boss.

That isn't hard to figure out, as the room starts to moves, the very walls seemng to shudder and quake.

Forlash snarls...he knew what was happening. Each Hag's Demnese was tied to her life. They had a scant few minutes before the entire Cottage would implode in upon itself...

The passage that the Frost Giant had come through was still open.

Near the entrance, bargo stands near the Giant. Ice Giant not so tuff...Bargo show him who toughest.
Bargo's eyes were drawn to the exquisite helmet that was still strapped upon the Giant's head. Plain steel with a nose guard shaled like a dragon, running along the spine of it's length, with silver wings and many blueish teeth set in it's surface, maybe the teeth of baby Dragons...It would look great with his armor.


OoC:So, what's it gonna be? Run forit through the doorway, stay and loot?

 

[Capellan]

Wekerak frowns, trying to remember who he was trying to kill and why. His stomach growls loudly, reminding him of the one truism of his goblin life: those who live must eat, and those who die ...

Scrambling down from the ledge as fast as he can, the goblin pauses only long enough to hack the hag's leg off at the knee, then scoops up the severed limb and whistles for Frostbite.

Time to get out of here.

 

[ferretguy]

Forlash immedietly runs to the crushed body of his ex-aunt, quickly checking her clawed hands for rings or braclets, also if anything remains hanging from her neck (other then her crushed skull....) then proceeds to pull out one of his precious scrolls and reads and chants while moving....leaping in the air and flying towards the giants entry point.

OOC: quick spot/search check (7 and 4 respectively) then using Fly scroll to move a bit faster....damn dwarven legs....