The boar runs; at 4x normal speed, he's 100 yards away by the time you react. You're left waiting for him to charge again, maybe in a minute, maybe in an hour.
Cricket, you noticed amidst the commotion that the boar had what looked like a wooden amulet on a chain around its neck.
As the sun rises and the day warms, you grow accustomed to the sounds of birds and so on, and are instantly aware when they stop. Once or twice it's a false alarm, and you go back to chewing trail rations, but in one instance, you ready your weapons as a cracking branch signals an impending charge.
:
You're aware of the monster's intent and direction before it breaks from the forest. Anyone with reach weapons can take a swing at him as he comes. Anyone who wins initiative can attack him as he goes by, before he gets the chance to gore someone.
Initiative
Cricket stares at the devil boar in horror.
Wolvie whimpers.
Moving right along...
Initiative:
Wyvurn
Kelgan
Miralda
The boar acts in a frenzy of speed, choosing a new target to gore, but having learned from its previous attempt, it pointedly ignores the heavily-armored targets:
The monster angles for Wyvurn, who had threatened it with his blade on its last charge. This time, it would have savagely gored the doughty hobgoblin, except that Wyvurn's keenly-honed sixth sense allows him to twist aside even after it's seemingly too late; the boar's tusk misses him by a hairs-breadth.
Everyone can now act: Cricket (and Wolvie!), Kelgan; then Caspian; then Jaegr, Wyvurn, and finally Miralda. Also, Kelgan can still resolve his AoO due to his reach weapon.
Cricket casts tarball and holds his action until the boar makes another charge and comes within 40 feet. He also commands Wolvie to hup.
"Cricket is this really an animal?"
"And don't you have some mother tree crap that'll work on it!"
The boar is still there; evidently he's tired of running around and wants to just gore someone. So Cricket can let fly with the tar ball!
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Cricket strikes a strange pose. He stares down the devil boar with his hands behind his back. He shakes his head once. Then, again. Then, he nods his head up and down, looks over his left shoulder, winds up and pitches a wicked sidehanded slider!
To hit:
Damage:
Fire burns for ??? rounds:
Rest of spell:
Wolvie whines and thumps his tail excitedly, obeying his bestest friend's command.
Cricket doesn't answer Caspian's question this round because he is too busy cursing and stamping his feet.
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"Instant wallow and roast! Brilliant!"
"The best anti-pig spell ever!"
The burning pitch would have missed the boar, but, sneering at you through its tusks, it intentionally stands still just long enough for the ball of tar to strike. The fire fails to burn the monster, or even singe its fur. Looking at you, it growls, "Fire has no effect on a thing from the Pit."
Kelgan: You're up!
Then Caspian, then Jaegr.
I don't think it's really an animal, Caspian.
The Devil speaks! Stay close, Miralda.
Kelgan falls into shield stance with a well-practiced motion. He snaps his shield down and locks the glaive into the slot on its side. He grounds the butt of the glaive solidly in the earth with his foot and prepares to gut the boar on its next pass. While the glaive is shaped differently than a boar spear (and lacks its cross-bar!), it will do well enough to spit the murderous swine.
Kelgan's glaive strike the boar as it fails its lunge at Wyvurn; somehow, the thing's hide blunts the blow, minimizing the injury.
Caspian up; Jaegr on deck.
Caspian throws his net at the creature
Net, masterwork
Ranged touch attack, entangled condition
miss!
Jaegr charges the creature bringing his pickaxe down on the beast, "I don't know what you are, but I will bring you down all the same"
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Status AC will be 24 this round
Miralda claps her hands at Caspian's idea to prevent the boar from running off again, and yells in disappointment when it doesn't work.
Jaegr's pick connects with the boar's side; again, the monster's hide seems to absorb some of the blow, but it's packing an awful lot of power behind it, and the brunt of the injury seems to get through to the thing.
It doesn't seem to be visibly wounded, however.
Wyvurn is in flanking position, and it's his turn to attack.
Miralda attempts another bolt of force.
It hits, nearly fizzles out, but ultimately succeeds in damaging the monster.
Wyvurn steps in to harry the creatures flank
Wyvurn comes up swinging after the monster's miss. His sword connects, again with some of its force failing to penetrate the monster's hide, but his channeled ki causes injury that can't be so easily avoided.
The boar seems to recognize Wyvurn's blade as its most immediate threat; it attacks the hobgoblin again, determined to gore him to death.
The boar seems to recognize Wyvurn's blade as its most immediate threat; it attacks the hobgoblin again, determined to gore him to death.
1d20+11; 2d6+18+2d6
Wyvurn is hurled to the ground like a rag doll by the horrifying impact of the monster's tusks; he lies there, unconscious, amidst his own blood.
Cricket is up, then Kelgan.
What. The. F*%$.........
Cricket and Wolvie take a 5' step away from the Devil Boar and Cricket casts bull's strength on Wolvie.
I've largely avoided using Wolvie because I am wicked lazy and thought he had never been advanced. Turns out I already did that, god knows how long ago!!!
Watch out for the jah mind rot, kiddies!
[Facepalm]
Yeah, Cricket casts bull's strength on Wolvie.
Kelgan up.
Caspian on deck.
Jaegr following.
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"Curses! Miralda, back up. I've got to shelter Wyvern."
Kelgan shifts to shield Wyvern instead, trying to prevent the boar from savaging him further.
He swings mightily at the beast, aiming for its eyes.
Kelgan's most ambitious blow yet strikes the monster full-on. Although lacking the sheer power to break through the monster's resistance to damage, his accuracy in this case more than makes up the difference, and the creature is heavily wounded with a gash to the head.
The edge of Kelgan's blade just barely misses the eye, and the enraged boar snorts and tears the ground in its desire to kill.
Caspian, then Jaegr.
Jaegr continues the assault on the beast, assuming Stone Form when he sees what it's tusks did to Wyvurn. Jaegr aims for its skull, hoping to rattle its senses in case it tries to flee.
+2 more if large sized
+2 more if Large
Jaegr steps in quickly, before the boar can flee again. Again his blow is robbed of some of its efficacity, but the force of his blow sends the horse-sized monster crashing to its knees.
Caspian, then Miralda.
Caspian gages the range of the boar and begins to fold his net for storage with the intention of starting an inspiration as soon as he gets that task finished.
"Devil spit!"
Miralda's eyes are opened wide in panic, making her look a bit less alien. With a shaky hand, she points her wand at the boar and discharges it with a shriek:
A malevolent gleam comes into the boar's eye as it prepares to charge the elf girl, perfectly willing to be split open by Kelgan's glaive in order to do so. Slowly, it gains its hooves and begins to move... to be blasted in the face by a bolt of force. It looks for a moment like it's about to get up again, then finally gives up and collapses into the mud. Miralda also falls down, shaking.
Get 'em boy!
Cricket unleashes Wolvie against the already fallen devil boar (Wolvie is so brave!) and Cricket runs over and tries to yank the amulet from around the boar's neck.
Cricket is now holding a wooden amulet, crudely carved in the semblance of a pentagon. It's on a reasonably heavy but very plain chain of dull metal.
Wolvie, his strength boosted by Cricket's spells, still does a poor job tearing at the large carcass, and complains bitterly that the boar tastes like rotten eggs. After a few seconds of this he steps back quickly as the body combusts; yellow flames quickly destroy it, leaving not even ashes.
As soon as the boar collapses, Kelgan drops his sheild and glaive, nodding at Jaegr to keep an eye on the boar.
"Come on goblin, don't die on me now!"
He digs his kit out of his pack and goes to work bandaging Wyvern.
He also applies some of Grandmother Ruke's Grand Rebuke, a pungent, foul smelling ointment.
"There, now, back with us. Catch your breath and have a drink."
Kelgan lifts a bottle of spirits to Wyvern's lips and pours in a shot.