Wednesday, October 3, 2018

D&D Post Game 9-15-18 Part 1


Three days and four nights of travel and the party eventually made it to the region where the barbarian and giant raids had been occurring. Their first stop was a moderately sized plantation where various vegetables and grains were grown. What they found was a large home, a barn, a silo and workers quarters that had been crushed, smashed and ransacked. The nearby fields had also been cleared of crops. Nothing remained by torn roots, vines and tufts of vegetation. The party dismounted and began to search the grounds.

They found boulders and what looked like ballista bolts in the crushed ruins of the plantation home. The walls of the workers quarters and the barn appeared to have been smashed open from the outside and then again from within. All of these buildings had been ransacked and anything of value looked to have been take. Also any food (even including animal feed) had been taken as well. The grounds were also covered in the deep impressions made from feet from very large humanoids. They continued to scour the grounds looking for any survivors. All they found was the torn and what appeared to be gnawed left arm of some unfortunate victim.

They decided to check out the battered silo before leaving to follow the various giant tracks leading West. As they approached the silo they saw the lower legs of what must be an ogre (by the size) sticking out from behind the silo. It appeared it was lying down, possibly sleeping or relaxing. They made their way toward it and then the legs twitched a little, but the creature appeared to still be lying on its back. They made their way around the building and discovered why the ogre was lying so still. It was dead. A large form was hunched over the body stuffing handfuls of ogre remains into its maw. It appeared to be a hill giant, but it was unlike any hill giant the party had seen before. They were used to seeing a textbook description of a burly, hairy and robust humanoid that stood 10 feet (or taller) and weighing upwards of a ton. What they saw instead was an emaciated giant with mottled sagging skin. It looked like the creature had gone through rapid weight loss. Upon its wrists and ankles were shackles and the remains of think linked chains. Its only attire was a worn and torn large animal skin that was covered in offal and dung. The pathetic looking giant raised its head and upon seeing the quartet of tasty morsels bellowed and lunged forward to try and grab a new and tasty looking snack.

The party sprang to action! The rouge and monk deftly leapt aside. The bard unleased a blast from his pistol as the farmer turned warrior let arrows fly. The giant thrashed about grabbing, swatting and biting at anyone near him. The rouge dodged large fist, but in doing so left himself open to the beast’s gaping maw. The giant latched down on his leg and tried his best to remove it in one bite. Thankfully the bard was nearby and his, limited but still helpful, healing magic kept the rouge up (with both legs) and in the fight. The monk was also able to doge a few swings, but not all of them. A sizeable punch knocked him back, but he quickly recovered. The bard and fighter/farmer continued to fire at the beast. This along with the weight of attacks from the monk and the rouge’s sneak attacks soon laid the giant low. By the look of the beast, they were definitely doing it a favor. They had no idea who could and would keep a giant chained and in this type of starved condition. They policed the area finding nothing but more tracks. They mounted up and rode off as the sun started to set. They now knew there were giants and ogres active in the area and they were going to try their best to stop them from doing further harm.

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