A Wizard Did It (Part 3)
GAME: Whirlpoopin' rolls 1d20+8: (17)+8: 25 GAME: Whirlpoopin' rolls 1d6+4: (1)+4: 5 GAME: Whirlpoopin' rolls 1d20+8: (10)+8: 18 GAME: Whirlpoopin' rolls 1d20+8: (15)+8: 23 GAME: Whirlpoopin' rolls 1d6+4: (2)+4: 6 GAME: Whirlpoopin' rolls 1d6+4: (4)+4: 8
Good news, everyone!
The owlboars released by the wizard in the house -- though really he seems to be blaming you for letting them loose, are goring you with their...beaks.
Yes, owl/boars/.
Either way, you can hear him fuming and ranting with frustration as you engage with the creatures, who are very savagely attacking you. A beak glances across Zeke's shoulderblade, the second launching itself at Tirrynelth and wounding her, and the third smashing across Toha's armored front in a shower of sparks.
GAME: Zeke rolls 3d6: (14): 14
Zeke takes a few quick steps back away from the boar-creature, his staff between it and himself. Of all the things he had expected to see... well it hardly matters now. He closes his eyes briefly and calls upon the Dragonfather, the draconic words set in his mind whispered out of his mouth so quietly that none can hear them save himself. Warmth spreads outwards from him and sinks into the bones of those closest to him, healing what ails.
GAME: Toha rolls weapon3-1: (20)+7+-1: 26 (THREAT) GAME: Toha rolls weapon3-1: (12)+7+-1: 18 GAME: Toha rolls 2d4+10: (3)+10: 13
Sparks fly from her carapace, while some of her motive straps are left frayed in the wake of her goring, the pugnacious porcine too close for effective use of her glaive. The pupil of rage in Toha's eyeslit aligns on the squealing foe and she rears back a fist festooned with spikes and drives it home into the imminent breakfast of champions with a reverberating bellow!
GAME: Tirrynelth casts Mage Armor. Caster Level: 5 DC: 15 GAME: Toha RAGES!, gaining +2 to melee attack/damage/Will saves and 8 temporary HP
Tirry blinks as she's attacked by a beaked piggy. She hops back, hissing a bit at having been cut. That hissing turns to draconic as she mutters out a spell, suddenly enshrouding her self in magical force, armoring her body. "I really have got to use that more often -before- I need to cast it defensively." She mutters.
GAME: Skribbles rolls 11+1: (7)+11+1: 19 GAME: Skribbles rolls weapon11+1: (13)+5+1: 19
Skribbles growls and charges forwards with her warhammer, "C'mere, breakfast! I'm gonna make some bacon out of you!" She swings her hammer around but the owlboar is busy charging itself and it gets away from the swing.
GAME: Disaster rolls 1d20+6: (14)+6: 20 GAME: Disaster rolls 1d6+3: (4)+3: 7
The little Gnome looks around quickly at the Owlboars attack, he grimaces beneath his thick goggles and runs to the right. Lining up a solid shot, the death ray is lowered and a crackling burst of electrical energy darts out searing a long line across the back of a wild animal.
GAME: Whirlpoopin' rolls 1d20+8: (7)+8: 15 GAME: Whirlpoopin' rolls 1d20+8: (2)+8: 10
The two remaining owlboars, once Disaster finishes a third, wheel around and go right for him!
Fortunately for him, they aren't very talented with their beaks and don't make much progress in actually hurting him.
The little Gnome looks around quickly at the Owlboars attack, he grimaces beneath his thick goggles and runs to the right. Lining up a solid shot, the death ray is lowered and a crackling burst of electrical energy darts out searing into the Owlboar. The bolt of energy connecting the device in the Gnome's hands and the beast's head via it's eye for a few split seconds. Then with a swelling pop! The head explodes and sends blood, bone and matter in all directions, showering Disaster in the sudden macabre rain. "Oh dear!" He starts swatting at his head and face. "It's in my ears, my mouth! It's everywhere! Ahhhh!"
GAME: Zeke rolls weapon1: (20)+8: 28 (THREAT) GAME: Zeke rolls weapon1: (9)+8: 17 GAME: Zeke rolls 2d6+6: (8)+6: 14
"You're killing them?!" shouts the goblin wizard from the other room, behind the force field of some kind on the other side of the oen you're in.
"...do you have any idea how long it is going to take me to make more f them?!" He sounds marginally upset.
When the hog comes close again Zeke is readied, his eyes narrowed on the mage-changed creature. Out comes his quarterstaff weilded in both hands firmly, and down it comes smack down on the creature's snout with a large crack. The sith-makar makes a soft exhalation of noise as the weapon connects so solidly with its target and quickly looks around the room. "Thisss one isss not trying to kill your... whatever-thesssse-are, but they are not tame!"
GAME: Toha rolls weapon21-2: (8)+10+-2: 16 GAME: Toha rolls 1d10+11: (3)+11: 14
When breakfast decides to hoof it on over toward the dripping Deliverator of Genius, the raging golem storms after. As Toha closes the distance, her punching hand clamps onto the shaft of her glaive and her followthrough shears about thirty pounds of bacon off the bone, making the chimerical beast drop in it's tracks. Who brought the skillet?
GAME: Tirrynelth casts Scorching Ray. Caster Level: 5 DC: 16 GAME: Tirrynelth rolls ranged: (17)+3: 20 GAME: Tirrynelth rolls 4d6: (18): 18 GAME: Skribbles rolls weapon11+1: (9)+5+1: 15
Tirry raises an eyeridge, tail lashing as she mutters out more words, she points two clawed digits at the beaked-porker that's still alive, thumb held up kind of like a gun, before a beam of red energy lances out and strikes the thing, searing a line down its flank... Suddenly she pauses and blinks "I do believe..." Sniff.." Yup, I smell bacon."
GAME: Disaster rolls 1d20+6: (15)+6: 21 GAME: Disaster rolls 1d6+3: (2)+3: 5
Skribbles turns around to see the owlboar again and...a swiiiiing...and it's juuuust a bit outside.
GAME: Whirlpoopin' rolls 1d20+8: (19)+8: 27 GAME: Whirlpoopin' rolls 1d6+4: (5)+4: 9
The remaining owlboar wheels around, and let's be honest, the golem is the weirdest and noisiest of the bunch of you and is thus the target of its immediately rage. A shower of sparks later, Toha is left with some deep gouges along her front armor plating.
The little Gnome manages to clear enough blood and gore off his face to see the other two Owlboars racing towards himself. "Oh! No! Nooooo!" Turning the little Gnome blazes away, his tools and equipment ringing loudly as he dodges through the room. Just as he's about to be over taken by the last boar there's a slip. Disaster bounces off a table, his deathray pump pistoning from the impact. As he arcs back his weapon discharges, the bolt of electrical energy bouncing Disaster away from the boar as it turns and sending the little Gnome to his knees.
GAME: Zeke rolls weapon1: (7)+8: 15 GAME: Toha rolls weapon21-2: (7)+10+-2: 15
Toha staggers some from the Owlboar's attack, and she turns with a wild swing that neatly bisects a stray dustmote in the air. Surely the hogfather is in trouble, now.
GAME: Skribbles rolls weapon11+1: (2)+5+1: 8 GAME: Disaster rolls 1d20+6: (14)+6: 20 GAME: Tirrynelth casts Scorching Ray. Caster Level: 5 DC: 16 GAME: Tirrynelth rolls ranged: (6)+3: 9 GAME: Tirrynelth rolls 4d6: (21): 21 GAME: Disaster rolls 1d6+3: (3)+3: 6 GAME: Whirlpoopin' rolls 1d20+8: (14)+8: 22 GAME: Whirlpoopin' rolls 1d6+4: (3)+4: 7
Now focused on Toha, the remaining boar strikes with its beak in a blind range.
What else is it gonna do?
GAME: Zeke rolls 3d6: (9): 9
Tirry blinks and fires another beam at the piggy, then looks at her fingers, blinking a few times. "That coulda gone soooo much better." She mutters. She then tilts her head to the right.. "Gotta try better next time....
Another bolt of electrical energy reaches out and touches the remaining Owlboar. The stench of ozone and burned fur and feathers filling the air as Disaster frantically pumps his weapon back to life.
GAME: Toha rolls weapon3-4: (16)+7+-4: 19 GAME: Toha rolls weapon4-8: (19)+7+-8: 18 GAME: Toha rolls 1d4+5: (3)+5: 8 GAME: Toha rolls 1d4+5: (3)+5: 8 GAME: Tirrynelth casts Magic Missile. Caster Level: 5 DC: 15 GAME: Tirrynelth rolls 3d4+3: (4)+3: 7
Tier sighs, her tail whips once and she mutters another spell "Try something else." She says and a trio of bolts blast away from the Sith Sorceress, each one whipping through the air, passing around, over and even between folks legs to strike at the piggy, each tiny force bolt lancing into the pig unerringly... "There Take that?" She says. then sighs "I'm sooo horrible at combat.. never know what to do."
Again beset by belligerent bacon, Toha, with rivulets of silver seeping briefly from her wounds before the Sith's channeling seals the damage, discards her glaive. Her hands close into fists and she unleashes a fierce pair of spikey haymakers across the creature's tusky beak!
GAME: Skribbles rolls weapon11+1: (8)+5+1: 14 GAME: Disaster rolls 1d20+6: (14)+6: 20 GAME: Disaster rolls 1d6+3: (1)+3: 4
"Why won't it stop moving?" Disaster yells as he sights and fires once more, another bolt of lightning burning into the creature. As the little Gnome starts moving once more while pumping his deathray to life. "I'm running out of the flux compound! I won't be able to generate the proper electron bridge for the nations to create the destructive effect!"
GAME: Whirlpoopin' rolls 1d20+8: (17)+8: 25 GAME: Whirlpoopin' rolls 1d6+4: (4)+4: 8
Wheeling around, the creature now moves towards Disaster. Fortunately, he's a short step away, in this small and encloistered space, and gores him with its beak.
It's a boar. What's it gonna do?
GAME: Zeke rolls 3d6: (11): 11 GAME: Toha rolls weapon3-4: (1)+7+-4: 4 (EPIC FAIL)
Seeing his allies continue to suffer injury upon injury Zeke calls upon the Dragonfather time and again to keep them sound of body as they try to defeat the final boar creature.
GAME: Toha rolls weapon4-8: (15)+7+-8: 14
Toha, still riding her 'Whitefire' continues to unleash her fists on the starchy swine, though her enthusiasm seems to be affecting her aim as her first swing throws her well off balance, and the upward backfist she follows up with only serves to right her stance, such as it is.
GAME: Tirrynelth casts Magic Missile. Caster Level: 5 DC: 15 GAME: Tirrynelth rolls 3d4+3: (6)+3: 9 GAME: Skribbles rolls weapon11+1: (11)+5+1: 17 GAME: Skribbles rolls 1d8: (7): 7
Skribbles screams, "Enough! I want bacon!" She brings her hammer up one last time and brings it down once more, squarely on the boar's head, almost flying up in the air from the impact of the strike. She takes a step up and blows up to move a lock of hair out of her face. "Bring me some eggs...."
"You... you useless ADVENTURERS!" The word is spat like an insult. "You storm my cabin ,you let loose my expriemnents and you murder them! DO you have any idea how long it's going to take me to make more?" The power is gathering around him, yes, and one can sense that this wizard, this very bvored goblin wizard, is getting /angry/.
"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU HAVE DONE?" He jabs a stubby green finger at them.
-TBC