Amund cheered that with a thousand other men would dread, the arrival of the Jotunn leader who commanded the forces that had been driving the humans toward the fjord. Slicing and dicing, he drove into the demon-scourge that stood between him and his desired foe, drving the creature back a step, then a second the down to one knee, where Klaengr's War-Hammer drove down thru the skull, smashing the spark of life from the creature, which returned to the form from which it had sprung, blood, guts, manure and Jotunn jizz, the components of the powerful wizardly that had bound the demon-spirit to this plane and bound it to the Jotunn's will...

Vermundr dropped to one knee, gather his breath and energy for the next challenge, now that Ludvig had destroyed the last of the Wrackspawn, further evidence that this Jotunn had the powers of a necromancer to go with his Jotunn form.

Fjord-ward, Wulfgar downed the last of the demon mounts, and now stood face to face with the demon who had destroyed his home, and had striven to drive them all to a watery death in the fjord itself. Not long ago the death had seemed perhaps much to be desired, now the warrior desired only revenge, a desire so powerful that the sting of slavers lash seemed almost as fuel for his burning internal fire!

Across the battlefield Dragnar had seen the toss of a dice, in the form of Hrunnwulf, had changed what he had so recently thought was to be his fate from dire to... something less so, the last of the zombies and skeletons now hacked to bits on the field of combat.

Aware there had been a threat behind him, the bard nimbly spun around and lashed out, striking the demon who had turned to pursue the raggedy human that had dared rise from its servitude to slay his mount and now dared to face the demon itself. Taking advantage of his position to the creatures rear, Dragnar drove his blade deep into the demons fiery spine, slaying it instantly, much to the red-haired man delight, despite the disgusting form the demons body took now that it was no longer held together by fell magics and satanic ire!

Off in the distance, Geri licked at his wounds...








4 Lemures (wingless demons)
AC 4    Speed 12
HD 2    HP 14, 12 (A)(K), 15, 14(D)(S)
#AT 2 or by weapon
Claws d4/d4
Whips d6+1
Regen 1HP/rd.
5'tall, about 100 pounds, see in darkness,





                                    THAC?
         AC       HP             5    7    8    THAC6
                Max  Now       Base Base  Base    Str   Dex   other
Amund     4/3    47   21        12    10   09           -2     -4 v. Jotunn
Dragnor    2     22   06        14    12   11           -2           (Spells 2  /  0)
Geri       6     18   02        14    12   11
Hrunnwulf  5     35   28        12    12   11     -2
Klaengr    5     36   08        13    11   10
Ludvig     4     36   16        12    10   09     -2
Sigurd     8     23   19        16    15   14           -1
Vermundr  4/3    37   01        12    10   09     -1    -1
Wulfgar    5     39   29        13    11   10     -2


This message was last updated by the GM at 07:58, Tue 16 Aug 2016.

Klaengr pleaded with Amund, pointing at the other Lemure nearby, "Come Amund, let us go kill this other Jotunn jizz loving abomination before us! And then its disgusting creator!"

He waits to see what Amund does, and follows his lead regardless.


OOC Klaengr pointed at the nearest Lemure, but if Amund does something else, Klaengr follows along and lends a bad swing and a miss at whatever it is.


19:19, Today: Klaengr Aegirson rolled 4,3 using 1d20,1d6+1.  Attack vs whatever target Armund goes for.

Sigurd grins as the demon's form collapses on Dragnar's blade. "My thanks, friend. I thought the dwimmerlaik to be beyond my ability to slay. I'm in no rush to face whatever threw that stone, but fate wills as fate wants."

Sigurd will move back from the lighted area, and begin making his way around the circle of illumination clock-wise. While not trying to advertise his presence, he also feels speed may be more important than ensuring he remains unnoticed.

OOC: not trying to hide in shadows/move silently, just sticking to the darkness to be less conspicuous.

Hruunwulf nods at Dragnar, then heads off into the darkness in the direction he felt the Jotuun's voice had come.  He searches for his allies, or more things to slay along the way.

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_{22:08, Today: Hrunnwulf Jorgaldsen rolled 2,2,11,12 using d20,d20,d8+8,d8+8.  Hruunwulf attacks!  (Lemures??).}
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Amund looked around trying to find the Jotunn that was storming towards them.  He holds up his mace:  "Here, Jotunn, Jotunn; Amund has a present for you!"

Klaengr's plea to kill the lemure brings Amund back to the present and he swings the mace wildly at the lemure near them - but misses due to distractions.  Then he focusses on the lemure and swings his blade with much better accuracy.


20:48, Today: Amund Gunvar rolled 8,17 using d20,d20.  Mace and Short Sword Attacks.
20:48, Today: Amund Gunvar rolled 5 using 1d6.  Short Sword Damage.

Vermundr collapses onto one knee, catching himself with his axe.

"Thor, give me strength", he cries to the heavens.  Slowly, shaking, he rises to his feet and looks around at the battlefield before him.  Bleeding, exhausted, near collapse, he battles with himself..."Flee or fight?"

Fleeing is never an option....

Wulfgar gave yet another battlecry, and visciously slammed his sword into the remaining Demon, grinning at the thought of finally avenging the villagers that it had slaughtered.
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22:46, Today: Wulfgar Olafson rolled 10 using 2d4+5.  Damage!
22:42, Today: Wulfgar Olafson rolled 19 using 1d20+3.  Attack!

Dragnar, pants slightly and grins weakly at Sigurd and Hurnnwulf.

When Hrunnwulf starts ambling off, he follows.

Geri hears his friend taunting the Jotunn and gives a strong woof of encouragement, but then a whimper as the bark had caused him some pain.  He continues to lick his wounds; but desperately wants to help his friend, Amund.

A deep hollow laugh comes from the distance, and high up in the air.

"You've destroyed my little playthings. No matter, I shall make more... from your corpses!"

Large, ponderous steps bring the Jotunn in your direction...

(See Map for Group One for an image of the approaching foe...)

OOC: Well now that doesn't look too bad says the guy with 1 HP left.

Dragnar slows his advance.  He's brave, but not foolhardy; he won't be the first to engage this creature in close quarter combat.

Hruunwulf, upon seeing the formidable sized opponent, gapes with a slack jaw.  How will we kill this thing, he wonders, gripping his axe tightly.

"Noth'n to it, but to do it."  he mutters with a wide grin at Dragnar, then he charges the Jotunn.  He crosses the field of battle, raising his axe for a serious draw down, his feet kicking up clods of dirt behind him.

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<sub>16:49, Today: Hrunnwulf Jorgaldsen rolled 1,12,14,16 using d20,d20,d8+8,d8+8.  Hruunwulf charge attacks the Jotunn.

I did not apply any "charging" bonuses or penalties to the rolls.

Will be interesting to see what the DM does with that fumble of a roll.</sub>

While others cringe a little at the sight of the beast, Amund laughs and sings.  "Fe Fi Fo Fum you fight Amund 'cause your big and dumb!".  Amund swirls around and hurls his mace at the Jotunn as he grunts out "Herja!".  He cries out in glee at his results "Take that you ugly bastard!!"

17:11, Today: Amund Gunvar rolled 22 using 1d20+6.  Mace of Jotunn Smashing.
17:12, Today: Amund Gunvar rolled 5 using 1d6.  Mace Mega Damage (Damage = 4(5+4) = 36).

Sigurd stops dead in his tracks as the massive jotunn reveals itself. He starts scouring the battlefield for a bow and arrows, spears, throwing axes, or anything he might be able to use from a distance against the giant.

Vermundr knows that he cannot face this beast with any chance of success.  While dying in battle against one of these accursed beasts would be relief, he would simply stand no chance in the state he is in.  He needs time to collect himself.  Seeing that the others have already begun to engage the beast he takes a moment to steady his breathing.  Leveling his gaze upon the beast he launches an axe into the air....

22:30, Today: Vermundr rolled 5 using 1d20+2.  Throwing Hand Axe.

Klaengr swings his hammer which bounces harmly off the jotunn's armor. "Damn these brutes. Evil and so pompous."

The fog whirls around the giant's legs, feet well thirty feet apart, his head a mere shadow up in the night sky, huge horns sticking out, assumed to be a helmet, but perhaps... something else.

Chains can be seen wrapped around his legs and chest, though they do not seem to bind or constrict him in any way. Cages hang from the chains, and across his back an entire dragon ship swings in the wind, it's main-mast snapped, the corpses of slave rowers still hanging from the galley...

Hrunnwulf charges forward, lacking nothing in courage, though some might wonder if lacking in wit... it is only as he charges that he realizes how large be being really is, his charge not bringing him near to swinging distance, though he was certain it would, as had Vermundr, whose throwing axe rose, rose them fell, well short of the giant, the range misguided by the unbelievable size of the foe.

Singing a song of confidence and pride, Amund hurls the gift of Hel at the giant, a heavy mace that should have had no chance of reaching one fifth the distance to the giant, but as it flies it begins to hum, and unnaturally pick up speed. Rising up it catches the giants eye. With a booming laugh he reaches out to swat it aside, only to cry out in pain as the missile ripped into, then thru the skin between his thumb and index finger, flying past him into the darkness... the first blow has been struck, and not as the giant had expected.

Behind him Sigurd feverishly searched about for weapons he can launch from a distance. Only three spears and a javelin come to hand. Gauging Hrunnwulf's  progress, he knows he is still well out of range, but he feels better for the weapons in his hand.

Klaengr and his hard bitten shield-man Ludvig took a deep breath, and with an abiding rebellious cry charged behind Hrunnwulf, while Wulfgar, with less flash but no less courage, slid into the shadows and moved towards the beast that had destroyed his home and family...

When things seemed darkest... they found a way to get darker, a second figure, rising from the shadows, if anything larger than the giant you  face before you, standing at his shoulder, approaching out of the night as well, eyes red with flame, flesh black as night...




Necromancer-Giant
AC 5
HP ??
#At 1
Dmg 1d50 by club or 10d6 boulder
Specials


                                    THAC?
         AC       HP             5    7    8    THAC6
                Max  Now       Base Base  Base    Str   Dex   other
Amund     4/3    47   21        12    10   09           -2     -4 v. Jotunn
Dragnor    2     22   06        14    12   11           -2           (Spells 2  /  0)
Geri       6     18   02        14    12   11
Hrunnwulf  5     35   28        12    12   11     -2
Klaengr    5     36   08        13    11   10
Ludvig     4     36   16        12    10   09     -2
Sigurd     8     23   19        16    15   14           -1
Vermundr  4/3    37   01        12    10   09     -1    -1
Wulfgar    5     39   29        13    11   10     -2

Dragnar does not keep pace with the others, moving at approximately half his regular speed.  He holds his weapons, but does not seem prepared to engage in combat.
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"Gentlemen, this day may not be ours if we don't think of some way to deal with these behemoths...and fast!"

OOC: Vermundr scans around for any signs of cover.  Barring any, his first move is to remove himself from the lit area of the map, moving towards the right in a flanking motion.  How far are we approximately from the edge of the fjord?

Wulfgar searched the battlefield for weapons, finding a couple of hatchets and a knife. Securing them in his belt, he too began searching for cover.

Sigurd arms himself with a few spears, but when he realizes the actual size of the jotunn, he wonders if it's even worth trying to throw them. Then another appears behind the first!

There has to be another way defeat them, he thinks. How easily could they be tricked?

The young outlaw runs toward the cliff edge, hoping to find some way of either luring them over the side, or else a safe way to escape the wrath of these creatures.

Ludvig moved to aid Klaengr in getting to cover. Given the foes it seemed the best course of action, but even so he surveyed the field for some sort of advantage.

Amund's glee was short lived as he saw the minimal damage that his Mace of Jotunn Smashing had done to the beast.  He calls out "Geri, did you see where my mace has gone?"  When seeing the others dive for cover, his senses get the better of him and he rushes off to were Geri is hiding to give his friend comfort and think of a plan to destroy these hated foes.

Klaengr was stunned, looking dumbstruck as the gigantic creatures shrug off blows that would fell the hardiest warriors of the north-lands. He shrugged his shoulders and looked with regret at Amund and Ludvig. A fools errand it had been to come here. Diving for cover behind some brush and a stump, Klaengr began to pray in earnest.

"Aegir, if your will is for us to survive this day, my brothers in arms, and  your loyal priest, then show us a sign. Show us a way to defeat these insurmountable foes. Let us be your hand, your weapon, in avenging the north-men these Jotunn have murdered. Do not let us go gently into the night forever. But if we are to go to the abyss, let us take these vermin with us!"