First the tank got clobbered by yhe giant with chains on two orcs, swung around, smash!
Then the dern crawling hands that crit for 19 dmg, owwww! And srrangle, no castinf verbal!
UODATE- it gets better. The battles r getting interesting. Forgot swarms are completely immune to all regular attacks, only aoe spells hurt.
I lije this bog swamp story area. Good descriptions. Has choices. Even has some choices requiring dice rolls.
IDEAS
- Worg - the beast before you is unusual ly large , and its eyes, especially angry. Its menacing grin might almost be taken for a smirk.
- Worg speaks - I see no reason to fued. We might help each other. (It grins, almost a smirk.). You don’t know the diff betw a wolf an a worg, strange for such a tasty morsel as yourself. - Bring me 3 bodies to eat and I will tell u where an old skninny tasteless old man buried his chest.
- Will o wisp - intelligent. V deadly. Immune to like most spells. 30 ac vs lowbies is harrd impossible.
Sorcerer build - i guess yndead and become a lich?
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TEXT FROM:
The insatiable bog gurgled hungrily after us, but we didn't look back.
Sodden and weary, we finally made it back to solid ground. And a palace of sorts rose before our eyes! — A spacious hut made of mud like the rest, but decorated with pebbles, bones, cattail spikes and snail shells.
In front of the "palace" was a wide and shallow reservoir. Its green water reflected the leaves of huge ferns and primitive clay figurines.
The buzzing of gnats was nearly deafening. We were not far to the center of the swamp — and a firm and steady path led there through the thick bushes. At its end, that tall dry tree stretched mightily upwards, clawing at the firmament.
- [Knowledge (World) 17] We carefully examined the clay figurines, trying to fathom who they might portray.
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TEXT FROM BOG part 2
[Succeeded at a Lore (Religion) check]
There could be no doubt — this was Gogunta, master of the great swamp in the demon Abyss.
But what is this? While we were examining the idol, a large bright-blue dragonfly came out of a hollow in the tree and sat invitingly on the very tip of one of our noses. It was so remarkably strange — it didn't react to our movements, and seemed quite content to remain where it sat.
- (Lawful Good) The idol reeked of evil, to say the least. We were certain we must destroy it.
- (Chaotic Evil) [Fortitude 18] Suddenly The Mercile grabbed the dragonfly and held it in front of his mouth... oh gods, did he just decide to eat it?!
- (Neutral) We thought better of interfering with the sinister idol, and continued our journey.
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TEXT FROM WARG:
Grarrukh: The beast before you is unusually large, and its eyes, especially menacing grin might almost be taken for a smirk.
Grarrukh: "Greetings, traveler. Before you draw your weapon, I wi[sh to know the] reason for feuding between us. We might even be of some use to ea[ch other.]"
Amiri: "Wait, why is this wolf talking? Is it magical or something?"
Grarrukh: "I am no wolf, female. I am a worg. Surprising you could live to your age [get this far] without learning the difference. Well, it's never too late to teach a les[son to an] insolent two-legged morsel..." The beast slowly licks its teeth."
Amiri: "Who are you calling a morsel, you pelt?" Amiri glares at the [beast, her hand resting] on her sword."
Grarrukh: "You say we could be useful to each other?"
Grarrukh: "Bring me someone delicious. Three or four bodies will be [enough,] [and] as a sign of gratitude, [I] will tell you where an old traveler buried his [...]"