Gameplay 2 - Deranged Poisoner

Summary of the chaos so far:
- Round 1: Kelvin Web, Owen xbow miss, Jhishma EB for 8 dmg, Cyrind'ae bow miss, Nar Intimidate, Grok prepares an action

Nar's words spoken in Giant draw its eyes, but with the onslaught of attacks, it only grows more alarmed.

The other four rouse themselves and approach the battle.
- Davo grabs his axe and charges in barechested (none of you, except perhaps Owen, are armored). He does no damage.
- Wilma rolls to her feet and disappears into the bush, either running or flanking you can't tell.
- Katyd picks up a spear and hurls it at the ogre's face. She does 6 dmg.
- Tren also takes up his bow and fires it. He does 7 dmg.

- Round 2: Ogre breaks free, Kelvin Firebolt for 1 dmg, Jhishma smite for 26 dmg

To go: Nar, Grok, Owen, Cyrind'ae followed by the four helpers, then the ogre. After that, round 3 (maybe).

Notes: It is close enough to approach and engage in melee combat in one round. Davo and Jhishma are currently so engaged. I should note that it has a greatclub and is wearing hide armour. With 48 damage so far, it is heavily wounded.

Nar's blow fells the creature. It topples to the ground, bloodied but still alive.

Owen holds his crossbow at the ready and seeks the darkness. His ears pick up the faint crackling of several things moving rapidly and without subtlety towards their camp on the same path as the ogre.

With hotblooded anticipation, the group readies for some new horror. The crashing through the bush grows louder and then stops. The twang of a dagger hitting a tree sounds to your ears.

Wilma von Wolf's voice rings out of the darkness in that general direction: "Armed thugs, four of them. Blackguards, by the looks of them!"

Grok's eyes pick out about 4 forms in the darkness. Firelight reflects off glints of metal. As his darkvision kicks in, he picks out three men and a woman. The woman is wearing only narrow bands of cloth arranged in some arcane fashion, and carries a staff with a hawk figurine perched on top. The three men are all wearing breastplates each emblazoned with identical stylized hawks. They have drawn longswords, though in their offhands, two have light crossbows and the other packs a shield. Their gear looks impressively fine to his eye, as if these are some kind of human royalty. Or at least near human, as ears betray one with elven blood.

"Careful, ladies, that one is a maneater. Er, a people eater. Kids, too." The man's voice stumbles over the words.

A woman's voice calls out, dripping with exasperation and fatigue. "Mind if we approach? We've been chasing that thing for hours and could use respite."