There is an explosion in the water and a gyser that shoots some twenty or thirty feet up in the air after the fireball goes off.  A few seconds later, a head pops out of the water...  Then the rest of a body.  The creature before you is somewhere around ten feet tall, has long gnarly black hair and a pair of ivory horns on it's head.  It's carrying a really, really large sword in one hand... and with it's other it's dragging an allagator by it's tail.  The allagator is as dead as they come, but the huge creature flops over on the embankment and then burps up a literal gallon of water.

"Bla! blugh! *cough-hack-burp* blu! bla! *hack-hack-gurgle* blargh!" There's a noticable stench of burnt hair following the creature.  It's eyes glare bloody murder at Michaela and then it burps again, this time a fish coming out of it's mouth.  The small bluegill flops around on the ground and eventually ends up back in the water.  The creature mumbles something in a language you're not sure you understand...  "zug-zug ga-bla-ulmf uktu bak zu-zug moogah!"

OOC - Gimme a Knowledge (Arcana) roll to identify the creature.  Let me know if you happen to speak Giant.  Also, since Martin went poof, I am taking the region back over.  We'll just pick up where we left off and I'll improvise.  Cool?

Cyrus takes a few steps forward, his spear at the ready, but he's already put the unholy water away.  It wouldn't do him any good right now anyway, not against what they had in front of them.  He ends up stopped right next to Michaela.  "Well love, do ya know what it's sayin'?"  He pauses.
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"I haven't a sodden clue..." she muttered, fire starting to dance around her fingers. "But I know it's trying to make me angry. I don't think it would like me when I'm angry." The last part of the sentence was spoken in a threatening growl, the red rims of her pupils expanding slightly to overtake part of her brown irises as she watched the creature through narrowed eyes and drew on her power.


01:31, Today: Michaela Lehava rolled 16 using 1d20+7. Intimidate.

[Private to DM Swamprose: 18:32, Today: Nerisella Tarmikos rolled 12 using 1d20+2. Knowledge arcana.18:49, Today: Nerisella Tarmikos rolled 13 using 1d20+5. Move Silently. 18:49, Today: Nerisella Tarmikos rolled 17 using 1d20+6.Hide.]


"You know what the old saying is the bigger they are the harder they fall."  Nerisella says drawing her dagger and moving at a 45 degree angle toward the very large creature that came out of the water.

The creature scoffs at Michaela, rising to it's full height.  The language changes to a "so deep it puts Barry White to shame" bass. "You're funny elf.  Puny too.  Not enough food.  Me squash elf."  It hefts the sword up with one hand, practically daring you to make a move.

"Love 'ats a bloody ogre-mage.  You draw on'at, an I'm not help'n none.  I ain't try'n ta get meself kilt over stupid." The tone in Cyrus's voice is more then just a warning.  He takes multiple steps backwards in an attempt to put some distance between everyone.

<I don't want to die>

[Private to DM Swamprose: Keldon stays behind the family tomb watching the others as they take on the ogre mage, deciding if he wants to reveal himself with a spell.

08:48, Today: Secret Roll: Keldon Blight rolled 15 using 1d20+3. hide.
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"Who're you calling puny, musclehead?" Michaela growled, focussing the power that danced around her hands. "I'm Michaela Lehava, Firestarter. No blue monkey crushes me!" With that, she drew her hands back and threw the globe of fire she'd been forming as she spoke.

[Private to DM Swamprose: casting Lesser Orb of Fire. *sigh* It would be a lot more impressive if I did more than 2d8 damage. Or didn't roll a double 1 for those 2d8.

00:03, Today: Michaela Lehava rolled 2 using 2d8. Damage (LOoF).
00:02, Today: Michaela Lehava rolled 17 using 1d20+5. Ranged Touch.
10:52, Today: Michaela Lehava rolled 17 using 1d20+4. Initiative.
20:29, Today: Michaela Lehava rolled 10 using 1d20+3. Spell Penetration. ]
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Okay... Everyone roll Initiative. We've got the Barbarian to blame. :P

OOC

You rolled 17 using 1d20+8 [9].

OOC:

00:21, Today: Secret Roll: Keldon Blight rolled 9 using 1d20+7. init.

It's time I come out of hiding no?

OOC: 15:32, Today: Nerisella Tarmikos rolled 14 using 1d20+11. Init.

Well lloks like that +11 to init is not really helping out.  :)

Okay, well, the order is Michaela, Cyrus, Nerisalla, Ogre Mage, and Keldon.

Michaela needs to overcome MR 19.  Good luck.

Michaela tosses a little ball of fire from her hand.  It splats the ogre's face, singing it's horns with a cackle, pop, and then hiss as the spell fizzles against the creature's magic resistance...

Cyrus sighs, shakes his head, and charges forward, plowing into the Ogre Mage with his spear.  The weapon pokes the giant in the belly and runs it all the way through, a good two and a half feet of solid oak shaft and metal spearhead sticking out, coated in blood.

The ogre grunts.  "Zug-zug."

OOC - Next

Nerisella rushes out at lighting speed toward the giant. Swinging her sword at the beastly thing with all her might.

[Private to DM Swamprose: 19:33, Today: Nerisella Tarmikos rolled 24 using 1d20+6. Att.19:37, Today: Nerisella Tarmikos rolled 2 using 1d6+1. damage.]

OOC - Okay...

IC - The ogre mage looks to the side as Neri rushes forward and stabs it in the belly just underneith Cyrus's strike.  It looks down at the two weapons sticking into it and sighs.  "Uhh. Dis suck worse den anyfing dat suck before." It makes a blarging sound and then topples over on it's back, hitting the ground and sinking halfway into the deep muddy pond.

OOC - End combat

Michaela forced herself to calm down, concentrating and closing her eyes as her fists slowly unclenched. When she opened her eyes again, the red rims around her pupils had almost dissapeared.

"Now, how to get across..." She muttered, going back to check the boat again.

"We could use him."  Nerisella laughs as she looks over the giant for anything of value.
[Private to DM Swamprose: 21:50, Today: Nerisella Tarmikos rolled 17 using 1d20+4. search. ]

Cyrus yanks his spear back out of the giant's armor and glares at Michaela.  "Next time you're on your bloomin' own.  Those things are magic resistant.  If I hadn't run it through, you'd be a statue of ice by now."  The priest of Talos grunts, snorts and then goes about cleaning the blood off the end of his spear.  His attention drops back down to Nerisalla.  "What did ya find?"

OOC - Neri - you found, obviously, a chainshirt made for a giant, but it's got 2 big holes in it and a nice slash mark.  There's a huge greatsword.  In it's belt is a pair of scrolls, a handful of little black beads, they look kinda like pearls, and four ruby gemstones.

"Well I have these they look like pearls but I'm not 100% sure.  But these are ruby gemstones.  Nerisella says holding up the items.  "Also there appear to be a couple of scrolls of some sort.  Perhaps someone with better skills at reading should look at them."

"Well ya don't plan on hold'n all that for yerself do ya?  Howzabout ya gimme a couple of'em gems and you two keep the rest, eh? Seems fair ta me."  Cyrus sticks his greedy hand out to take two of the gems.  While waiting on Nerisalla to hand over the rubies, he tilts his head to the side and looks at Michaela. "I see no need ya cross the pond love.  It's not that big.  It's not that deep neither.  Hey...wassat?"  Immediately, Cyrus's attention shifts towards the Tower.  Something seems off...

OOC - Make a spot check, DC 13.

"There's the tower to look at, which is where most of the treasure'll be. That's why we need to cross... she followed his gaze, warily. "What do you see?" she narrowed her eyes, squinting up.

A tall human in full plate exits the tower, he's holding a large steel shield, and has a sword sheathed at his hip. He looks at the water for a moment, getting his bearing to remember where he crossed the first time, and starts to calmly wade across the pond towards the group.

He takes a peremptory look at the dead ogre, then fixes his eyes on Michaela as he approaches, deciding since she initiated the battle that she must be the leader.
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"Well I was gonna say that there was some light comin' from the tower, but I guess that would be a bit redundant now, wouldn't it?" Cyrus says this all in such a casual manner that if he weren't being serious it would seem like he was being sarcastic.  He glances down at Nerisalla, still holding his hand in her direction, though it's clear from his wriggling fingers he's getting a bit impatient.

The Priest of Talos looks at the big guy in plated armor as he starts coming across the pond, finally raising a single eyebrow as he approaches.  "You expectin' someone?" Cyrus asks this to nobody in particular.

Nerisella hands over the 2 rubies and pockets the black pearls.  "Hey Michaela you want this scrolls?  Who do you think that maybe?"  Nerisella says as she walks up to Michaela to hand over the scrolls.