Ogres to me at the "graduation" monster. It's the encounter that shepherds the party from low level to mid level if they can face one, and get through it without too much trouble.
Follows.
TWO HUNDRED EIGHTY SEVEN
(I/C)
"¿Que es la problema?” Abraxas whispered from the back. “We all agreed we go North, correcto? Did something change?”
Scowling, Lannis looked back and hissed, “Hey Victor stay in your lane, being needlessly obstinate is my job.”
“No problem, Senor Asschaps.”
Meanwhile sniffing the air, Brendon looked west. “I’m tempted by the doors over there, but north is the direction we should take.”
Wyn pointed north, “No use standing in da middle of dis hallway when we know sometin still be in earshot of dis area of da hallway.”
As the Scout turned the group in that direction, passing under the arch, Lyra muttered, “I too am tempted to suggest another direction just to disagree, but north sounds most logical.”
Kovid tapped Brendon and hoisted the lantern a bit higher, “Singular focus. No distractions."
We pressed on, the passage featureless as it made its way north (>Hear Noise, Red 83). Weapons ready and footsteps light, we continued along (Surprise check +2: Red/Black 1 – yes. Attack #: d6: 6 – Abraxas) keeping our attention focused.
Just after Lannis stepped past the door on the west, it slammed open and a 9 and a half foot tall, 850 lb sour smelling brute wielding a length of tree trunk as a weapon and clad in partially cured animal skins charged out and swung at full length towards Abraxas’ head! (>+7 to hit, +4 surprise, Black 19). The Fighter deflected a small part of the blow with the shaft of his Scythe (1d8+3 damage, Purple 4+3 = 7 Damage. Damage Defelction: <Str: Blue 9, take 4 damage!) and rolled back against the opposite wall, bouncing off as he ducked under a second swing. “Bresshed Corflard wants you to SHUT UP AND DIE!” it roared, its breath a mix of garlic and rotting meat.
The rest of the group whirled around, Lannis immediately wrapping his hands over his chest and keening, “I’m too close!”
The Ogre glanced over there and its eyes widened with malevolent hate. “Dwarvesh?! DWARVESH!!” it cried out on seeing Kovid, drooling spittle flying from its misshapen teeth.
(Initiative: 2 vs 2 – tie, reroll. Party Steel 1 vs Ogre Red/Black 4).
(D6: 1-4 Abraxas, 5-6 Lannis. Red/Black 6 – Lannis – Thanks Kelly!)
“Shut UP!” the Ogre snarled, backswinging its trunk hard at the Magic User and attempting to head towards the dwarf (>+7 to hit, Red/Black 5, thanks Kelly!), slamming Lannis hard against the western wall, smashing his nose, tearing his cheek open, and there was the telltale hollow thwacking sound of his skull rebounding against the wall (1d8+3 Damage: Red/Black 5+3 = 8 Damage!), before he slumped to the ground in agony. “Outta my way, STICK MAN!”
Time now is Day 8, 5:25 AM
(OOC)
Ogre! And Lannis is down to 2 hp like that (snap fingers). Ogres have a love of dwarf flesh and if the opportunity arises, they will attack over other targets if easily possible. Bottom of round 1. I will roll for WMC again at the end of each even round, so you have this round and next to either lead him away, or kill him outright (ha! It’s an ogre!)
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