On to Altaruk! Enter the "Mak".

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Mak's jaw drops as he watches the shapeshifting giant leap into the silt.

With nothing better to do, he pulls another stone and slings it toward the bruised tentacle he hit last time.

[Attack roll: 13 (+1 for Halfling = 14, THAC0 16) Damage roll: 1]

[AthasianLaborer]

Rizla drops to the deck and rushes to the railing to see what has become of the suicidal half-giant while carrying a carved marble monkey's fist on a rope in his hand.

[DM Bob]

Hurk sinks into the powdery whitish-grey silt.

Multiple tan tentacles wrap about the goliath, now b'hrog. Painfully, I might add. At least 5 find purchase and begin constricting. (16 damage - I was nice enough to give you the adjusted AC.)

There's an issue though... well, outside of Hurk almost capsizing the Gambit as he careened off the boat. It rights itself and luckily no one falls off deck.

This is not shallow silt. Even with his current size, he begins to sink. And fast... bringing the horror with him.

The one rogue sling stone only grazed the monster before it vanished below. On a plus side...

It isn't seen by the rest. The only evidence after a solid 6 count is a plume of dust and a half-ship sized depression on the surface.

Round one of nine remaining on the suffocation timer before checks need to be made. See OOC for rules. This is considered exertion, but with a full breath. Edit.

[Attilius]

Oct 29, 2020 15:15:46 GMT -12 DM Bob said:

Hurk sinks into the powdery whitish-grey silt. Multiple tan tentacles wrap about the goliath, now b'hrog. Painfully, I might add. At least 5 find purchase and begin constricting…

Hur’rohg flex’s his muscles to counteract the tentacles constriction as best as possible. He quickly reaches out with his two top arms and yanks hard on two separate tentacles to draw himself closer to the creature. Simultaneously, he uses his two bottom arms to search for the creatures mouth.

As the duo continue to sink, for the briefest of moments he thinks to himself as only a multi-aligned half giant can: “This is really REALLY handy to have four arms… Kreen have it pretty good!” and “Why haven’t I thought of using this form before? I could totally kick Coden’s ass with two more arms in sparring practice…” and “Does this mean Gitmog’s endless fitness pushups will be twice as easy?”

The increasing pressure and need for air snaps his thought process back the present. As HurK finds the creatures maw, he uses his lower left arm to grab a hold of it’s bulbous mass to draw in close while he thrusts his entire lower right arm inside it’s mouth, all the way up to his shoulder and allow it to easily bite down hard.

At that very moment the half giant smiles within and thinks “Thank you…” He instantly concentrates his inner Nexus energy, doubling his bodies cells over and over again at an insanely exponential rate.

[Expansion 20-4(grey death) = 16, rolled 16 = success
Power manipulation 17-4(grey death) = 13, rolled 11 = success
-71 PsP's; +16 kinetic energy damage stored up]

As Hur’rohg quickly grows in size to 360 feet tall and 36,000 pounds, he bear hugs the creature in a strong embrace, holding it as tight as possible to his chest. The ever growing giant thrusts his two feet downward towards gravity. Upon hitting the seabed he will immediately stand and break the silt’s surface, facing the Gambit. He shakes his head violently to rid himself of the silt while blowing his held breath out of his nostrils to clear them.

If HurK’s expanding arm inside it’s throat and mouth didn’t kill the embraced creature, he'll take one of his three other fists and 'BOP' it on it's head to knock it unconscious (non lethal).

[Thac0 18; rolled 18-4(grey death) = 14+3 strength = 17.
Damage = Giant blunt fist (no idea what that would be for his size) +8 Str + 16 Kinetic +d10 detonation from earlier power score + whatever the bite damage received was]

[Coden Rokos (Jesse H.)]

"Ah crap," mutters Coden under his breath. "Every huge predator for a mile is gonna see that."

[AthasianLaborer]

Rizla will begin building momentum with his meteor hammer, giving it only 2-3' of slack, spinning it clockwise to his righthand side.  The first hostile thing that he sees that comes within range is getting walloped by his fist on a rope.

[DM Bob]

Well.

It's quite amazing how elastic these things are (they do feed on most normal giants, you know), but there's little that can stand to such a brutal attack.

The silt horror rips open, spatchcocked on Hurk's fist as he coughs up silt and dust. The teeth cause negligible damage, but the tentacles constrict and continue their attacks. 6 of that damage is from constriction. 4 of that damage gets absorbed by the kinetic control. If you wanted to get a good look at how this beast functions, you may soon have the opportunity if you can make it to shore. It is way too big to bring onto the ship - being a full 3/4's it's size.

And it's true that anyone looking in this direction for quite the distance can see the mega-huge b'hrog that eerily looks like Hurk.

Mak does not have anyone notice his supplication, nor does he have a proper target as the horror is now twitching on an incredibly huge fist.

The new elves raise weapons shakily in defense after seeing Hurk's transformation. Signs of the evil eye are made as they step closer to the others. It is oddly quiet as the dust slowly falls.

[Attilius]

Upon seeing the dead creature, Hur’rohg immediately stomps the ground at his feet to disperse his stored kinetic energy within and drops that power. "Everyone all right? Sorry about rocking the boat. I tried to jump off before I got too big. I have to go check this thing out on shore, It's amazing!" he says to the Gambit.

As his eyes drift to the empty crows nest, he angerly frowns and curses: "SHIT!" then immediately looks upwards and all around in every direction. IF no Roc's or other massive creatures are spotted, he'll then shrink his size so that only his waist and above is out of the silt. (not sure how deep it is here.)

[DM Bob]

Fifty some odd feet deep where you stand. You are compressing silt and it feels weird beneath your feet. It's actually hard for you to see properly, as the dust and grime is everywhere in your eyes, ears, nose, happy bits and multiple armpits.

Also at this height, you're pretty sure you can be spotted, but with little detail in Balic. Identified from either shore of the Estuary. And not able to be seen as far as Ledo Isle.

The elves are currently passionately arguing with each other... the new and old crew all pretty much arguing while pulling a bead on you with various ranged weapons.

[Attilius]

Seeing no visible threats he immediately shrinks down to 100' tall and slings the dead creature over his shoulder with his upper left arm.
"Ibek! Are you serious right now? I just saved your life!" He questions

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Mak just stands there slack jawed. Never would he have imagined such a great power be displayed within such close proximity. He'll take to scanning the sky and the silt for any other immediate threats brought on by the momentary appearance of the... giant-er... giant?

[Coden Rokos (Jesse H.)]

"Weapons down! Weapons down!" shouts Coden commandingly, in the way that only a military leader can. "He's still one of the crew - one of us!"

"HurK, great thinking - now toss that thing and let's get out of here before any bigger scavengers come calling."

(Leadership proficiency check: 13 - success)

[Attilius]

"Thanks Buddy but you guys go on ahead, I'll fly and meet you as soon as I'm done. I HAVE TO study this in order to copy it..."

[Coden Rokos (Jesse H.)]

"You sure you're going to be able to fly with all that silt in your lungs? If you have a coughing fit and crash into the silt sea we won't be able to save you."

[Attilius]

"You always were the smarter one, good point! Give me one of the small barrels of water. I'll clean myself out on shore as I look this thing over... Anyone want to join me? You'll probably NEVER get to see one up close like this again... It's really a marvel: it can actually breath this gunk in?!"

HurK moves over to the Gambit and brings his hand up waiting for a barrel