The Red Hand of Doom!!

[EvolutionKB]

Sir Jonathan searches his memory of the tatoo that Duroin describes. "I will do the talking, but Duroin what exactly happened earlier, it may impact what I say." Sir Jonathan looks down the path. "Was there a way to approach it without being seen as hostile? Even as loud as Kirrg and I are, I don't want to approach unseen and alarm it. With it's permission we should check out it's dwelling, if it had half the treasure that the keep had, we will make out well."

 

[Rhun]

"Let's just hope it wants to meet you," says Duroin to Kirrg in response to the half-orc's comment about never having met a giant. At Jonathon's question, the dwarf merely shrugs. "You must have heard its shout. I'm not sure that it saw or heard me, it merely jumped up and began to shout." The dwarf shrugs again. "Unless you mean to creep through the underbrush, the trail appears to be the only way in. By the way, the giant's name is Warklegnaw, and judging by the smell of the boar, we will be just in time for dinner. Let's hope the boar tastes better to it thanus."

 

[hero4hire]

The group proceeds up the tangled trail until they reach a hill. (You can now read all of Duroin's spoilers)
The old Giant seems to have sensed the group coming for he is already standing using his club to support himself. Although he is indeed twice...no thrice the Dwarf's height! He is ancient and Kirrg can immediately tell from his red blotchy skin that he is suffering from a case of Red Ache Disease.
Upon seeing the group the giant hefts his club up onto one of his stooped shoulders.
"So the wormies have decided to finish the job. Warklegnaw hopes you taste like owlbear, wormies!"

OOC: Actions

 

[Rhun]

Duroin nudges Sir Jonathon with his elbow. "I believe that's your queue, my friend," he says quietly.

 

[hero4hire]

also I need a d20 roll from everyone but Duroin.

 

[ethandrew]

Let the mediocrity continue with a 12.

 

[s@squ@tch]

Virashil, Sorcerer 6, Hp: 25/25

OOC:
I've got your mediocrity right here.
d20 roll (1d20=11)

 

[EvolutionKB]

Sir Jonathan 58/65 hp

Sir Jonathan stops at the threats of the giant. He holds up his hands showing that they are empty. "We mean you no harm, we merely wish your help, for you are large and strong. There is a bridge a short walk from here, is there not? There is an army of hobgoblins whose intent is on conquering this land, the land of your kin. If you could help us destroy that bridge, or at least impeded the army's progress, we would be in your debt."

Sorry for the delay, I had to work today(as well as tomorrow). I take it the d20 is for diplomacy? 1d20+9: who wants average when you can roll a 2? 11 total Can you cure that disease?

 

[hero4hire]

Sir Jonathan stops at the threats of the giant. He holds up his hands showing that they are empty. "We mean you no harm, we merely wish your help, for you are large and strong. There is a bridge a short walk from here, is there not? There is an army of hobgoblins whose intent is on conquering this land, the land of your kin. If you could help us destroy that bridge, or at least impeded the army's progress, we would be in your debt."

Sorry for the delay, I had to work today(as well as tomorrow). I take it the d20 is for diplomacy? 1d20+9: who wants average when you can roll a 2? 11 total Can you cure that disease?

Nope wasn't a diplomacy roll. Requested roll No further info on the familiar looking tattoo on his brow. You will have to remember on your own

"Ha! Wormlings cannot fool Warklegnaw! You have symbol of those who kill Warklegnaw's kin on your shield." He points to the crest on Jonathan's newly acquired shield. "Well old Warklgnaw will be sure to stomp one or two wormies before he goes...Right Piggy?" he says to a giant boar on a spit. Despite his threats he does not move forward.

 

[Rhun]

Duoin looks up at Jonathon. The dwarf speaks quietly, trying to avoid being overheard by Warklegnaw. "It just dawned on me that the giant's tatoo is the same as the symbol that was embossed on that giant spiked gauntlet we found."