*Nanna Andaweena pats down a platt of her hair that is slowly smouldering and puts on a full blown pout of dissatisfaction... Enough to make even the hardest of men cringe in despair...*
You hurt my babies.
*Anduin casts hold person on hag.*
If this doesn't work me childybabies, take her down with yer' fists. We need the heartless wench alive! This is for not having biscuits ya hag!
I could get a lucky dice roll, but Hags have a high will save... @Nimran I cast this as a cleric spell so lvl of caster + 2 (for level 2 spell) + 10 and the hag has a +7 will save? I think...
As Kaled arrives back to the ogre he asks the creature. "So where do you keep the treasure? Your master could not speak much of it."
“Treasure?” the ogre asks. After a moment, an expression of realization creeps across his face, and he gives Kaled a big smile before saying “Oh, the shiny things! She doesn’t keep them here. The lady takes them to her secret place. It’s a good thing you spared me, though. I know where they are!”
Wouldn't it have been better to batter her into unconsciousness now that she was paralyzed? I believe I read that monks can deal nonlethal damage on choice in 3E, hence my roleplaying earlier about Vaga having cloth on his knuckles to avoid killing things and instead. But ok, if everyone is running, so will Vaga
Seeing the others take what they need and run, Vaga decides to follow them. He would have preferred a proper confrontation of the hag instead of this.. whatever this is. Was. He throws a glance towards Guston, "Let's get out of here as well."
Wouldn't it have been better to batter her into unconsciousness now that she was paralyzed? I believe I read that monks can deal nonlethal damage on choice in 3E, hence my roleplaying earlier about Vaga having cloth on his knuckles to avoid killing things and instead. But ok, if everyone is running, so will Vaga
Hey @Skatan, would you please use your rope and tie up the hag? It would be much safer then.
oh man, I had forgot I had that rope That's very clever @Rik_Kirtaniya !
Just as he's about to leave, running after the others, Vaga stops and rolls off his rope he has around his waste. He quickly and deftly runs it around the hag several times, both the arms, the hands and the feet and ties it together with several strong knots. He also tears of as much of his loincloth as he can without exposing his natural dwarven warhammer and shoves it into her mouth so she can't say any spells with semantic components only. He feels a bit bad for her, it was some days since he last changed that loincloth.. or weeks.
And so the party retreats, down the corridor. They meet up with Kaled and the ogre, who are waiting for them. The ogre looks to Kaled and says “Are we going now?”
Guston joins the others after grabbing a few odds and ends of trinkets he can find. They may not be back, after all. “Follow me!” he cries. “Oh wait...” he says, forgetting that he’s still invisible.
"Stealing has no meaning." Vaga says sincerely, but only barely managing to hide his smugness after dropping another sage-like expression he just made up.
"We can return some of them to it's proper owner if that's possible. And we can assure that the hag, or some other vile creature won't use it for ill purposes in the future."
“Give them back to their proper owner?” says Guston. “They’re probably dead. Besides, talk about a lot of work. “We can give some of it to charity instead. Maybe we can find a few poor farmer children who’d benefit. ” He adds this last with a haunted look in his eye as he stares at the lost faces of his flock.
Let's go treeeeeasure hunting! Ahem.. that's not Vaga speaking, that's Skatan, the scoundrel magpie
"Very well, the hag is secured for now. Perhaps we should take the loot and distribute it among the poor and needing. Maybe there's a small trinket or two for a monk in there somewhere, maybe just something tiny, hardly noteworthy for me to hold on to. As a memento of this successful mission I mean. Ahem.. "
The ogre gets prodded enough to start moving, leading the party away from the cave. Some time later, they reach another old hut, similar to the one they had found Keeley in. The ogre points to the door and says “This is the lady’s house. She keeps all of her magical things in there.”
The ogre looks from Anduin, to the house, then back to Anduin, and says “Nuh-uh! I ain’t going in there! The lady will get mad at me if I do! She will kill me!”
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You hurt my babies.
*Anduin casts hold person on hag.*
If this doesn't work me childybabies, take her down with yer' fists. We need the heartless wench alive! This is for not having biscuits ya hag!
"So where do you keep the treasure? Your master could not speak much of it."
A swarm of bats suddenly fills the area, biting at everything in sight. The hag, Guston, and Anduin take 3 damage.
Guston reaches for the eye with his other hand, but the hag jerks away from him just as his fingers start to grip it.
Anduin casts Hold Person, and the hag freezes in place, caught by the spell.
It won't hold for long! And I don't trust my luck for it to work again! Grab everything that isn't bolted down and looks useful and ruuuuuun!
*Anduin grabs the necklace of fireballs from the hag, then grabs the eye, then with his hands now full, flees the room.*
Seeing the others take what they need and run, Vaga decides to follow them. He would have preferred a proper confrontation of the hag instead of this.. whatever this is. Was. He throws a glance towards Guston, "Let's get out of here as well."
*Fiora will wait for Vaga's response before fleeing, and then make sure she is the last one out of the cave*
Just as he's about to leave, running after the others, Vaga stops and rolls off his rope he has around his waste. He quickly and deftly runs it around the hag several times, both the arms, the hands and the feet and ties it together with several strong knots. He also tears of as much of his loincloth as he can without exposing his natural dwarven warhammer and shoves it into her mouth so she can't say any spells with semantic components only. He feels a bit bad for her, it was some days since he last changed that loincloth.. or weeks.
"I'm sorry for this." he says, then he leaves.
"There is such a thing as too far, I suppose. Even for one who would curse others."
*Fiora dashes after the Vaga*
*Anduin gets the eye thing and shows the party. Anduin casts Identify.*
If we just robbed a poor old granny for a weird pendant... I will feel most upset.
“Follow me!” he cries. “Oh wait...” he says, forgetting that he’s still invisible.
"Let us first destroy the eye,
And other things can wait.
Or else things may go awry,
And then 'twill be too late."
“We can give some of it to charity instead. Maybe we can find a few poor farmer children who’d benefit. ” He adds this last with a haunted look in his eye as he stares at the lost faces of his flock.
"Very well, the hag is secured for now. Perhaps we should take the loot and distribute it among the poor and needing. Maybe there's a small trinket or two for a monk in there somewhere, maybe just something tiny, hardly noteworthy for me to hold on to. As a memento of this successful mission I mean. Ahem.. "
I think we have the eye...
*Nanna Andaweena puts a hand down between her ample but saggy breasts and pulls out a club. She clonks the Ogre lightly on the head.*
Right YOOOSE, take us to the treasure sharpest, or I'll put one of THESE
*Nanna Andaweena holds up a bead from her necklace of fireballs.*
Where the sun don't shine! And it will give you a ring-a-fire so bad, people will start using your anus for a hob! Now git!
*Nanna Andaweena starts prodding the Ogre into movement.*
Stealing has no meaning... Stupid boy...
Liberating is exhilarating!
*Nanna clonks him again... A little harder.*
His brain must be low on sugar, he needs feeding up, bless him.
It is, indeed, the hag eye.
…
Actually that's about 1hp per clonk...
Anyway. I'm glad we got the eye!
Right YOOOSE!
*Nanna jabs the ogre in the ribs.*
Get in there, bring everything outside and then you are free to go.