[Game Thread] Freedom is Never Free

[Raunchel]

Khryssa reacts initiative 1+5=6slowly to the presence of the ogre. She seems utterly absorbed in herself. Then she lets the chain that she always has with her loose, letting it dance around her.

[zevonian]

"I want its skull." His fellow road warriors could hope, if not presume, he was only talking about the ogre. He dropped the bundle under one arm, caring not if it landed in front of someone he knew, and threw his spear, all in one sweeping motion. He then drew his falchion and stepped forward.

 

I'll admit, I'm not much for usage of TT. Set in my posting ways based on how I first learned them, I reckon. So here's my mechanics and such within OOC.

Dice Initiative:

d20+2

(17)+2

Total = 19

Free Action: Drop Bundle.
Standard Action: Throw Shortspear At Ogre.

Dice Roll:

d20+3	(13)+3			Total = 16
d6+4	(5)+4			Total = 9

Move Action: Draw Falchion.
Free Action: 5 foot step towards Ogre.

*Post roll results: Init 19, Hit AC 16 for 9 damage.

[Alex M]

Nicholas starts at the appearance of the ogre, a shout dying on his lips as their companion falls. He pulls loose the straps and slings his shield from off his back, stepping to interpose himself between the giant and his fellow travelers. As he moves he draws his scimitar, clashing it against the shield in challenge.

 

Dice Initiative:

d20+5

(13)+5

Total = 18

Move Action: Retrieve stored item (shield strapped to back)
Move Action: Move toward ogre
Free Action: Draw scimitar as part of the above Move Action

[DarthNerdus]

Aelwenn was quite taken aback by the groutesque display of strength on the part of the orge. After a few moments passed she shook herself and faced the fact that she would have to kill the beast if she wished to avoid a similar fate. She prepared herself for what was to come, she retrieved the shield strapped to her pack and equipped it with the movements of one far too familiar with combat. That task accomplished, she reached back to draw her weapon. It was unique, having somehow escaped the notice of her companions until now. While the sword was long, nearly three feet, it appeared to be light and quite maneuverable for she held it easily within one hand. Slightly curved with a widening blade from hilt to tip, it was only sharpened upon one end.

Brandishing her weapon, she spoke confidently to her companions, "Today I shall bring pride and honor to my heritage. Go forth with their blessing!" Feeling the power course through her, Aelwenn allowed herself to be a conduit to the unknown once again. Calling upon the powers unexplained, she blessed the party.

 

Stats HP: 10/10 AC: 17 Initiative: Dice Roll: 1d20+1 (1)+1 Total = 2 (2)

Combat Move Action: Equip stored shield. Free Action: Draw sword. Standard Action: Cast Bless on the party. "Each ally gains a +1 morale bonus on attack rolls and on saving throws against fear effects."

OOC Not entirely finished, but I have weapons armor and spells. Seems like enough to kill an orge. As an FYI, for those who may recognize it, I use an Aldori Dueling Sword, the story behind which I'd love to explain in the future.   ...with these rolls, I suppose it's best I posted last anyways.

[IW2RP]

The orgre moves as

Dice Initiative:

1d20-1

(19)-1

Total = 18

quickly as it can after crushing the archer. He

Dice Attack:

1d20+1

(10)+1

Total = 11

throws his

Dice Roll:

1d8+5

(7)+5

Total = 12

javelin at Nicholas and begins to run at the group roaring. He meets Nicholas mid way between their starting locations.

[Alex M]

Nicholas meets the ogre head-on, roaring to the thrill of combat as he smashes the giant with both scimitar and shield.

 

Full Round Action: Full attack.

Dice Scimitar:

d20+4cx,18	(2)+4			Total = 6
d6+4ci1	(2)+4			Total = 6

Dice Shield:

d20+4cx,20	(9)+4			Total = 13
d4+2ci1	(3)+2			Total = 5

[zevonian]

The half-human swaggered forward, was pleased that he was with this group, as opposed to the folks he met at that inn, or tavern, whatever it was called. This group actually thought that ogres should be killed on sight, and that they had the ability to do so. Jamuss was going to maintain his composure, and swing his sword as smoothly as he threw his spear.

The orc blood in him kicked in, ferocity by primal instinct would now be on display. As he reached within striking distance of the ogre, he snarled, his muscles tightened, and somehow just seemed bigger at a glance. And then he swung his falchion as hard as he could...

It was a perfect display of violence, the sword connecting with full force upon the neck of the ogre. Viciousness had been encountered on this day, and measure in equal unkindness.

 

Based on DM description I believe the ogre is now at M12/N12.
Thus I do as follows:
Move Action: Step to O14. Jamuss havs movement rate 40' so this is no problem.
Free Action: Invoke Rage Ability.
Free Action: Step to O13. Thus Jamuss is in melee range of the ogre and provoked no AOO.
Standard Action: Falchion versus Ogre, let's see who wins.

Dice Raging 2Handed Power Attack:

d20+6	(20)+6			Total = 26
2d4+11	(2, 3)+11			Total = 16

IC text was added to upon reading I had rolled a natural 20.

Dice Confirmation roll for the critical threat:

d20+6	(15)+6			Total = 21
2d4+11	(4, 2)+11			Total = 17

[IW2RP]

Jamuss ends the Ogre with one swing. You hear his falchion scrape against the vertebrae in the ogre's neck as it passes through. The ogre drops to the group with two thuds, one from his body, and a second from his severed head.

 

First hit in the game is a kill shot. This was unexpected. Good job though.

[zevonian]

The orc blood gave a guttural laugh as he spun his falchion in the air and drove it down into the chest of the ogre he just corpsified, cracking bone as he did so. He then leaned crouched down, one hand on the hilt, other hand soon finding ground. Other hand soon found the ogre's head. He took a deep breath. He took several.

"Bag of salt." He was calmer now, balancing himself with his sword as he did. The blood that pooled near him, he paid it little mind, for he was busy looking outward at the foliage in the area. "Do we have bag of salt?"

 

Threat removed from area. Rage ability deactivated.

[jm935]

It takes the apprentice several attempts to speak as he stares at what had been an ogre, as quickly dead as it had quickly killed, and their companion proved more violent. "S-S-Salt? I don't think we have any. Or I don't know if we do. These dried up rations are salted enough on their own I didn't see the need." He calms the donkey only now realizing it should panic, dragging it down and turning it away from the bloody scene of the beheading. Had he thought about it, he'd be forced to acknowledge the turn for his own sake. He isn't frightened—it had been too sudden for that—but his heart, with the donkey, is only now catching up on thw world, pounding quicker and more quickly as he breathes deep to force it slow.

He leads the donkey off a bit, pretense still intact. "Call me when we move. Need to get the beast away from all this blood." Back a ways and a wide circle round to get ahead of the corpse.

[DarthNerdus]

A large grin could be seen upon Aelwenn's face. Despite her lack of assistance, she had quietly enjoyed the spectacle delivered for them. "Wow, you are quite the capable fighter. You have avenged your companion's death." Having mentioned the now dead adventurer, she grows somber and turns her attention to the second, smaller crippled body on the road. "I must admit, I did not interact with this man, he was but a stranger to me. Still, that does not mean he should be denied his proper rites. What do you feel we should do for him? You knew him better than I."

Aelwenn grew quiet as she allows the others to discuss what should be done. She closes her eyes for a moment and allowed herself to breath. Death is no longer a fear for her, she intimately understands the honor within a noble death and that by doing well in your life you may live on through your bloodline. And yet, it never comes easily for her. No man should have met the end he did, there was nothing right, no opportunity to fight in combat for the privilege of life. But perhaps this what he deserved, she would never know.

[zevonian]

Jamuss stood back up, ogre head in hand by its hair. With his other hand he twisted his falchion, causing further breakage of breastplate within the corpse, likely nicking its heart, before pulling the sword free. "I know not how you people would deal with this, but this is what I would do if I were alone. Pick up bundle of dropped boards, make two piles away from road."

He flicked the blood off his sword, then pressed it against the legs of the ogre to wipe away any crimson remnants before storing the blade. It was an odd form of reverance in dealing with his weapon, surely that must be what the others now witnessed, for he seemed to be unconcerned that the ogre's head was dripping on to the road and splashing onto his boots.

Then he looked at the other fallen one, trying to determine if he knew the recently deceased. "Archer, bow, arrows burned on one pile. Other man, weapons he had on him burned as well. In this way, they are armed so that they may battle to gain passage into the next world. Wolves skinned and burned on other pile. Thus we have meat for meals and pelts for trade. Most meat eaten now for we have no salt for preserving them. Clay pots could keep cooked things for a day, yes?
If this not agreeable, then just bury them."

He looked back at the man with the donkey, noting how he properly tended to the animal. "Ogre is moved one pace off of path so others can travel past it easier. Cut legs off to make move easier if you must. Good folks that pass will see what is left of the beast and know to keep their guard up. Bandits that pass will know to be afraid of that which killed it."

At this moment, the human portion of him was pleased that he knew how to speak, and that others seemed to understand him well enough. "I pick up spear now. Use it to pull brain out of ogre. Use dagger from supplies to carve out rest. I tell you all this so you know to look away."

And with that, he stepped away, looking as if uttering all those words took more out of him than taking the life of a stranger.

[IW2RP]

In cleaning up the mess that was once an ogre you find that he has little to offer besides some rather large hide armor, a few javelins, and an enormous club. Luckily his head is just as expensive as always. You build your fires and use the mule to move the massive corpse off the road, and by the time you've finished the sun is nearing the horizon.

Three men round the corner. They all look shocked and approach the group. Each wears his own back pack loaded with supplies. One carries a crossbow, another wears a short sword tied to his waste, and the one up front has a morning star hanging from his site. Each wheres leather armor.

 

Each of you get 160xp

[zevonian]

"I take javelins. That save us from having to make spears at next camp." Jamuss took the ogre's weapons, club included, making it clear that he deemed the monster not worthy of battling into the next world. One bundle used for firewood, one bundle made to replace it.

As he noticed three men walk up, he put one hand on the once thrown spear that he had retrieved prior to ogre corpse moving, and stomped the butt end of it onto the ground so those around him would hear a noise and notice something was up. The other hand was holding on to the ogre's head.

Jamuss made no reach toward his sword. He just stood and smiled.

[jm935]

Zalmoxis is rather nearer the newcomers than he'd like, but does as he must. "Greetings, friends. What brings you down this road?" He would try to sense something of their intent but he'd given up on that sort of subtle social reading long ago; he was only ever hopeless with it. He Perception = natural 20! (total = 22)keeps watch as he waits politely for answer, glad their gear has been tidily piled by the road. Zelophehad peeks out from his perch in the apprentice's hood, Perception = 9eyeing the strangers as well. Zalmoxis readies his power should it be needed.

 

OOC Dice Perception (Zalmoxis, Zelophehad): 1d20+2 (20)+2 Total = 22 1d20+2 (7)+2 Total = 9 Bam! Two skill checks with a familiar! If Zelophehad sees something Zalmoxis doesn't, his ability to communicate is limited. At this low level, they only share an "empathic link," which is described as follows: The master has an empathic link with his familiar to a 1 mile distance. The master can communicate empathically with the familiar, but cannot see through its eyes. Because of the link's limited nature, only general emotions can be shared. The master has the same connection to an item or place that his familiar does.