The Hunt ...
Siggard as nimbly as he can moves with his half elven grace chasing the old sea hag ( she might actually be quite a young sea hag but, well you just can't tell these things from looking at her...which warned by Elijah, is probably a good thing not to do anyway). The hag, bleeding from a pistol wound and the unseen scars of the Magic Missile which penetrated her genetic resistances, limps away with the crying a struggling baby in her arms. She increase the distance between you but heads not inland but across the cove.
"It's mine, it's mine, my precious. Floated to me gifted wrapped like a festive offering by the sea god Poseidon himself. I longed for my own child now I have one she will not be taken from me." the hag squeals as she runs. Across the cove the seaweed and kelp thickens, mush and rotted fruit, flotsam and jetsam mounding together in a heap against a small cave mouth hidden secluded behind long fronds of creeper vines and dank tree roots. The hag enters only briefly stopping to cast a couple of large membranous stench plant globes in your direction. The aim is good and she throws a long distance for such a haggardly creature, the globes smash off seaweed covered boulders to your immediate left and right.
seeing them being thrown and with a couple of seconds before they land and crack open, give me 2 x [3d6] dexterity saves to avoid suffering the vomit induced strength loss.
Further behind the trio of
Pocc, Van de Poel and
Elijah face off against the returning aquatic ogre. It charges across the bay, roaring from its' grinning maw, licking its thick blubbery lips and waving a fisted webbed hand. The creature is huge and strong but somehow the combined roots and fronds of thick seaweed vines and kelp roots entwine to snare and trap the ogre as he approaches.
Entangle spell set off, you are not sure how long the weeds will deter the wrestling creature.
Aquatic ogre save [1d20] = 12. weakened as he is,
'Gin' Van de Poel hits the bottle and finds it empty, his heavy crossbow just too much for the weakling to keep aimed, his bolt shot, it flies harmlessly wide into the sea.
Elijah, picks up the two fainting comrades and begins to head around out of the cove and unto dry land.
"This beast will be upon us soon and we should take the chance to escape while we can, out of the water we may have advantage over this ogre but as we are, doomed I tell you doomed to be washed out to sea, a mess of bones and blood having been feasted on and ravaged to death." The old prophet sounds like the near thunder and with a deep voice of a sea wracked storm. After a few moments limping away, struggling under his burden, the old prophet collapses exhausted on the stony ground out of the cove. Looking over your shoulders you can see that the ogre has cut himself free of half the vines, though they continue to writhe and hamper his free movement. By time he frees one leg another is grasped and pulls him down. Within a few moments your spell will end and he will be free. He throws the trident at the group, it flies perhaps 120'ft landing close by but impaling only loose rocks and gravel with long sharpened prongs.
what do you do Pocc? Seek refuge inland, possible at the ruins of the farmhouse or traverse the coastline further around and support Siggards' attempts to rescue this babe from the droopy breasts of the pus lactating hag.
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happy new year.
