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Weekly Geeks - Revenge of the Kobald King Path (Inactive)

Game Master Krallek

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Gronk de'Morcaine wrote:

{{ Question on post conventions being used. I'm seeing some difference between here and other PbP I reviewed. Actual statements by PC in bold. Internal monlogue in italics. Descriptions in normal text. Is that correct and how do you want OOC comments handled? Some that I reviewed used these double brackets that I am using now others wanted them hidden in a spoiler. }}

most folks format ooc comments with [ ooc ] what you say OOCly [/ ooc] only you remove the spaces.

Jeggrim, a little surprised at the wisdom responds

I am moved by yer wisdom cousin. Chance and choice...Odd indeed. Although it seems that perhaps fate has brought the pair 'o us ta the same place seeking the same thing. Ye be chance and choice and meself the same. Perhaps we will find the favor 'o the god's this day and find the road beneath our boots and some coin in our pockets! Maybe that ye can be teachin meself a thing or two about me heritage and maybe that I can be teachin ye a thing 'er two bout the wild 'o the land! Jeggrim looks rather excited at the prospect of working and fighting beside a fellow dwarf for the first time in his life.

Falling back into common
Than ye fer the compliments cousin! It's a fine thing to be sure, usin yer hands and yer wits ta make something lasting! If ye ever feel the need ye just need ask and I'll be doin me best work for ye, ye better believe!

Oh and here is this

Character Sheet:
Unnamed Hero
Male Dwarf Barbarian (Brutal Pugilist) 1
CG Medium Humanoid (dwarf)
Init +4; Senses Darkvision; Perception +6
AC 12, touch 12, flat-footed 10 (+2 Dex)
hp 15 (1d12+2)
Fort +4, Ref +3, Will +2; +2 vs. poison, spells, and spell-like abilities
Defensive Abilities Defensive Training
Speed 30 ft.
Melee Brass knuckles +3 (1d3+4/x2) and
. . Brass knuckles +3 (1d3+2/x2)
Ranged Shortbow +3 (1d6/x3)
Special Attacks Relentless
Str 18, Dex 15, Con 15, Int 12, Wis 14, Cha 8
Base Atk +1; CMB +5; CMD 17
Feats Two-weapon Fighting
Traits Grounded, Iron Liver, Reactionary
Skills Acrobatics +6, Craft (tattoo) +5, Knowledge (nature) +5, Perception +6, Survival +6
Languages Common, Dwarven, Orc
SQ Fast Movement +10, Greed, Hardy +2, Hatred +1, Rage (6 rounds/day), Slow and Steady, Stonecunning +2
Combat Gear Arrow, durable (10), Brass knuckles, Brass knuckles, Shortbow;
Special Abilities
Darkvision (60 feet) You can see in the dark (black and white vision only).
Defensive Training +4 Gain a dodge bonus to AC vs monsters of the Giant subtype.
Fast Movement +10 (Ex) +10 feet to speed, unless heavily loaded.
Greed +2 to Appraise checks to determine the price of nonmagical goods that contain precious metals or gemstones.
Grounded You gain a +2 trait bonus on balance-related Acrobatics checks, and a +1 trait bonus on Reflex saves.
Hardy +2 Gain a racial bonus to saves vs Poison, Spells and Spell-Like effects.
Hatred +1 Gain a racial bonus to attacks vs Goblinoids/Orcs.
Rage (6 rounds/day) (Ex) +4 Str, +4 Con, +2 to Will saves, -2 to AC when enraged.
Relentless +2 Gain CMB bonus to bull rush/overrun while both self and foe stand on ground.
Slow and Steady Your base speed is never modified by encumbrance.
Stonecunning +2 +2 bonus to Perception vs unusual stonework. Free check within 10 feet.

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He quickly pours a round of ale for Staryth and the others as smiles at Marianne and says typically we don't get many requests for 'something sweet' in this place. If it ain't bitter, strong, or cheap most people dont order it. I do have a bottle of merlot in the back from the River Kingdoms. Lemme go get it.

"Thank ye," the dark bearded dwarf states bluntly but not rudely. He watches the boisterous 'tank' come in, though he doesn't know the man's name and returns his nod as well.

Shatterbones offer intrigues him,

"I'd certainly not complain if our paths were together for a time, Jeggrim but we mustn't get too sure of ourselves. Should you get the task and not I, well, I wish you well. Should I get it and not you. I'll hope you'd feel the same."

Staryth nods, "My thanks for the offer of the tattoo." a whisper, "Did you notice that fellow what talked to the bartender? Think he's the big coin fellow everyone is hoping to impress?"

Staryth's write up including background is in his alias for the DM or anyone else interested.

The massive half-orc that has been sitting in the corner, stands up and walks to the other side of the tavern - by midway he addresses the halfling: Your voice drifts way beyond your size friend, I was not expecting that at all - the tone was not much to my liking but the melody was simply fabulous. Good work!

From there he heads up to the dwarves, and the lady next to them - I'm not much for trying to impress anyone but... Any of you know who that one is? By the way, I am Lagash.

upon completetion of his first song Fultito takes a bow at the one or two clapping.

Well now looks I got one or two fans at least indicating the dwarf with big laugh and the half orc. now this one is dedicated to you. As well as you mighty half-orc

trying to fit in another song before the guitar disappears.

Fulito gives the dwarves another drinking song.

finally as the summoned guitar disappears after the second song.
Fulito climbs up on a nearby table

Thank you all. the name's Fulito Ferrywarden Bard of the River Kingdoms. now for my speciality. he pulls his harmonica from his pocket and begins to jam with this harmonica solo.

Staryth sees Lagash approach and eyes the orc blooded fellow cautiously. His upbringing tells him even half an orc isn't to be trusted, But then, if I were following my upbringing I'd not be here, would I? instead he curbs his knee jerk feelings and says "I'm Staryth. And you mean that fellow in the blood red cloak? Not sure. Gil..the bartender, might know better. "

As Fulito starts up the harmonica, the black bearded dwarf doesn't realize it, but his foot is tapping again.

Aye, it is understood cousin. It is as you said; chance. If our paths are not fated to be, then so be it, though I must admit, Jeggrim is not one to leave everything to fate and chance; fickle wench that she is! Nay, I be thinkin its a bit 'o kickin that makes wave if ye catch me meaning...

Did you notice that fellow what talked to the bartender? Think he's the big coin fellow everyone is hoping to impress?"

Aye, I be thinkin so.

Jegg slips into dwarish as a massive half orc approaches, finishing his thought.

He has the look about him, he does. The look in his eye that says he a meanin business ta be sure. See the way he measures each 'o us with his stare? Weighing the lot 'o us don't ye be doubtin. What do ye say we play with that whore 'o a wench named Fate and see what this cloaked man's about?

Slipping back into common Jeggrim regards the half-ord with suspicion...bloody half-breed. What's he about. I've half a mind ta... The half orc speaks...

I'm not much for trying to impress anyone but... Any of you know who that one is? By the way, I am Lagash.

Well spoken green bastud ain't he...hmmmmm Jeggrim muses before speaking.

Well ye ain't impressin' me ya green-skined oaf! It'll take a bit more than yer ugly mug and flowery words to impress me! Let me ask ye orc-spawn, do ye bleed red like yer man side, 'er black like yer orc side? Ye see in my experiance it makes all the difference on whether or not ye trust an orc spawn... Jegg's words are not angry, just plain and blunt. For even Jeggrim, removed from his kin as he is, still holds their hatred for orcs.

Liberty's Edge

"Ah, excellent, that will do the job nicely, thank you Gill hon," taking the wine she inhales it, takes a delicate sip savouring it for a moment, and then throws back the rest of the glass.

To Jeggrim's comment she replies, 'Well, I am a representative of the goddess of beauty, I can hardly look the frump. Sadly I'll never aspire to the heights of the dwarves aesthetic - I just don't have the facial hair for it. Pleased to meet you honey."

She greets the Cleric of Cayden with a sigh, such men tend to share the lecherous sensibilities of their god and as their deity pesters Shelyn they take great joy in hunting her priestesses. Still they are generally a good laugh, even if she'd sooner lie with a porcupine.

Marianne finally greets Lagash with a slight up turning of her lips,

"Don't know him Lagash, I'm Marianne Benedict, by the by, Priestess and cleric of Shelyn. It might be a pleasure to meet you, but I haven't decided yet."

Seeing the priestess is chatting up Lagash right now, Staryth nurses his drink and observes and listens to the goings on in the place. Content to be still for a little while.

I'm going to be away for awhile, hence the above. I didn't want anyone thinking I was rude if a certain black bearded dwarf suddenly wasn't talking to them. Later ;)

Lagash stares at Jeggrim for a moment, the hint of a smile always playing at the corner of his lips, then offers:

Well, I don't tend to bleed much - still have to find someone that can actually put their money where their mouth is, and draw anything but a smile from my face. But hey, stick around and you may find out - With a laughter he adds: As for trusting me, you better not, because I will not be trusting you until you offer me an ale!

Bloody hell! Damaran says rubbing a swelling knot on his head. With some effort he climbs to his unsteady feet. Count me out of the next game boys, this place is getting crowded. He quickly adjusts his belt and heads off to the bar. Master barkeep, another round for me if you would be so kind! Damaran eyeballs Marianne, his current state of inebriation impairing his common courtesy.

Taking another swig, Staryth actually looks a bit amused by Lagash's comment, "Well, he's quick, Jeggrim. You have to give him that."

Does Lagash wear a holy symbol anywhere?

He does indeed, on a plain looking cord around his neck hangs a time worn bronze amulet, depicting a stylized ale-mug

So far by my count, this is where we are at for submissions. Though it bears mentioning that not all are completed yet. If I have missed you from this list, please let me know.

Melee Types or Melee Hybrid
Staryth - Male Dwarf Fighter
Jeggrim - Male Dwarven Fighter? Or Monk?
Curos - Male Human Fighter
Lagash - Male 1/2 Orc Inquisitor

Arcane or Arcane Hybrid
Fulito - Male Halfling Bard
Damaran - Male Human Magus

Gronk - Male 1/2 Orc Cleric
Francis - Male Human Cleric
Marianne - Female Human Cleric

Well, I don't tend to bleed much - still have to find someone that can actually put their money where their mouth is, and draw anything but a smile from my face. But hey, stick around and you may find out - With a laughter he adds: As for trusting me, you better not, because I will not be trusting you until you offer me an ale!

Jeggrim stare's at Lagash for a long moment, eyes narrowed, brow furrowed before:

BWAHAHAHAHA!!!! hahaha! Haha! Ha...Ha. Full 'o piss an' devil's spit this one is! I've 'alf a mind ta slap that stupid smile right off yer ugly face, but I...BWAHAHAHAHAHA! Can't...hahaha...stop...haha...laughin! Fine, have it yer way half-breed.

Jeggrim order's another round handing yet another to Staryth, keeping one for himself, and handing the last to Lagash.

Raising his glass

Ye can half yer drink on me orc-spawn and the benefit 'o me doubt, but ye best be believin that I'll be the first ta knock that thick skull of yers straight out yer arse if ya pull any of that filthy orc nonsense!

Jeggrim laughs at the irony of it all.

To Staryth in dwarven

Indeed he is cousin. Keep a sharp eye on that one. I'm not fer casting me lot in wit an orc, half man 'er not. Suppose I've seen stranger things than two dwarves sharing a mug 'o brew with a green skinned oaf though! As fer the stranger in red, what say we be findin out exactly what he's about?

Jeggrim takes a deep drag off his pint, musing at the odd way this day is turning out By the Maker, who would have thought I'd be sharin a pint wit one 'o me kin in the same day I buy one for an half breed orc! Torag ye got yerself one hell 'o a sense 'o humor!

Sorry for the double post, but in response to you DM Krallek;

I'm a dwarf barbarian. I posted my character sheet a while back. Let me know if you need me to re-post it. I'd be more than happy to :)

@Jeggrim ah I see it. You put it under one of those show/hide buttons. I gotcha now.

Knowledge Religion 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

"You worship Cayden Cailean," Staryth observes outloud to Lagash, "Less I miss my guess."

When Jeggrim talks to him, he says back,

"Go easy on the Orc Blood. He didn't ask to be born that way, and the god he follows is a goodly one I hear. Maybe the grace of that god holds back his darker impulses. As for the man in red. Hmm.. you want to just ask him what he's about? if he's laying low he might not appreciate it and then we lose a job."

It's not hard to recognize the symbol of Cayden Cailean hanging around this half-breed neck - standing for Freedom, Ale, Wine and Bravery, usually held dear by those holding freedom and adventure in high regard, opposing tyranny and oppression on principle.

The fact that this is a God that willingly accepts challenges when they are issued, may account for some of the bravado spewing from this half-orc standing in front of you...

You are absolutely correct master dwarf, but worship is sort of a strong word - let's say Cayden and me are travelling companions.

He smiles as he raises his mug at Jeggrim:

Thank you for the drinks short-breed! The next round is on me.

The performance over Fulito makes his way through the tavern his hat out to collect any tips. going from table to table collecting more bits of trash instead of coin.

sifting through the stuff 3 copper well at least it ain't a rotten tomato to the face he says to himself.

he makes his way to the bar where the jolly dwarves are sitting now joined by the Orc. his hat out to see if they are as generous as they are loud.

couldn't help noticed you enjoyed the show perhaps you could spare some coin so I might enjoy a meal? he asks in his most polite voice.

Liberty's Edge

"Oh joy, another follower of that love lorn wastrel of a divinity," Marianne injects, tone playfully challenging,

"They say his gifts have swollen my Mistresses' art and violin collections beyond counting. And yet he still fails to understand that she is the goddess of love, not lovin'. Anyway I say give the fellow a chance to size up the talent, I'm sure he'll let us know when he's ready to talk - chasing after something isn't always the best way to catch it," she finishes with a smirk.

I know lovin' jars a little, but I could not resist.

I be chasin' after a few coin my lovely lady, and perhaps your Misteress may find a way to contribute to the arts of those less fortunate than herself Fulito bows to her and holds his hat awaiting a generous contribution To the the fine artistic talants of the harmonica guild of the Inner Sea.

Aye Staryth, ye're probably right on both accounts!

Jeggrim clinks his mug against Lagash's saying,
Cheers! From one misfit to another! And ye best be believin I'll hold ye to that offer! Jeggrim gives a friendly laugh, a loud booming affair.

Turning back to the human priestess Marianne Aye lass, there be wisdom in yer words. Jegg laughs again, the double meaning of her words not lost on him Yer a feisty lass ain't ye? Haha! Jeggrim shakes his head chuckling to himself about the strangeness of priests and the various gods.

OOC: Ok DM Krallek, glad you found it :) Let me know if you need anything else from me.

couldn't help noticed you enjoyed the show perhaps you could spare some coin so I might enjoy a meal? he asks in his most polite voice.

"Here. Go feed your gob and stop making a fuss." Staryth says bluntly as he shoves a coin in deep into the shadow of the hat.

For those that peek:
It's a single gold coin.

Fulito takes out the coin and looks appreciative. he goes to find his own table to order a much a single gold coin can buy.

Fulito's table rmains not to far from the bar. as he continues to watch those that are statring to become a bit roudy. he glances over to the cloaked figure then back to the others. a smirk suddenly crosses his face.

GM Only:

Once Jeggrim sets his drink down (since he is the one that ignored his tip request) then use Prestidigitation to dump his drink into his lap. casting as steathy as possible
stealth check if needed 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28

Liberty's Edge

Marianne chuckles,

"I've always wished I had a better ear for music, I can't play an instrument to save my life, but I do appreciate a good tune. And as you say Shelyn is nothing if not a patron of the arts - THE patron of the arts."

She plucks a single gold coin from a small purse and flips it into the hat.

The bartender Gill brings over a meal to Fulito's table. It aint fine fare thats for sure but the food here is hot, brown, and there's plenty of it and he smiles as he walks back to the bar.

Then he speaks to those assembled near the bar in a whispered voice I seen y'all peeking at that red cloaked one in the corner. That one over there is a smuggler. He'd be just the type to bypass roadblocks and such to take advantage of this trade dispute to turn a coin or two. Might be he is here on business. Might be he is here for the company too. He's hired from here before. Usually he just sits and watches what y'all do and then he judges who to hire from there.

Jeggrim, out of the blue and for no apparent reason your half full mug of ale tips on it side and spills onto your lap. Perception check please.

Liberty's Edge

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

"Oh honey, you drink it, you don't wear it," Marianne says in her most motherly, while amusement dances in her eyes.

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

So like I was saying...Drink spills...Bah! What in the hells?!

I have to head out for a few hours, I'll be back later. Thanks for all the fun RPin so far guys and gals. Having a blast!

Maybe you should not drink more my loud friend - Lagash pipes in in the midst of laughter.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

Updated character sheet with the bonus third trait and also discovered I was 2 languages short. made all applicable adjustments in profile.

Fulito the character is engrossed in his meal while the Player goes to bed for the night

I'm also off to bed - I'll leave Lagash to enjoy the evening as he likes to, and he will offer rounds until the tavern closes. Was a pleasure ppl.

Thx Ridge

Perception 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23

Man Gill, end times not be feared. End pain, end toil, end hunger, even end death. End times be good thing.

Yeah, it looks like you may have forgotten me, DM Krallek.
My stat block is up. I had just posted a complete background and bolded the stat-block for clarity, then the site ate all my work. I'll have to do it all again. (I should have copied it before submitting, curse me.)

I may try to post the rest up later this evening, but I don't know if I have the gumption right now. Plus the Daily Show will be starting soon, I don't want to miss that.

Silver Crusade

Listening to the conversations from the far end of the bar Curos moves over to the assembled adventurers, "greetings friends, I couldn't help but overhear your conversation, are you also seeking a cause" his tone is friendly but his eyes somewhat menacing.

Silver Crusade

They look honorable enough considering the surroundings curos thought, but I must be vigilant, chaos hides in many forms

Silver Crusade

@DM Krallek, just noticed there's a lot of fighter types here I've got a rogue build ready to go if that would work better?

Curos wrote:
Listening to the conversations from the far end of the bar Curos moves over to the assembled adventurers, "greetings friends, I couldn't help but overhear your conversation, are you also seeking a cause" his tone is friendly but his eyes somewhat menacing.

Staryth nods, "A cause would be nice, but we may have to settle for work." He nurses his drink while Shatterbones cleans up a bit.

dotting for later...gonna work up a ranger build. and have it posted sometime tomorrow :)
4d6 ⇒ (4, 5, 4, 5) = 18 =14
4d6 ⇒ (6, 1, 6, 4) = 17 =16
4d6 ⇒ (2, 2, 2, 5) = 11 =9
4d6 ⇒ (6, 3, 2, 6) = 17 =15
4d6 ⇒ (5, 6, 3, 1) = 15 =14
4d6 ⇒ (5, 2, 2, 6) = 15 =13
4d6 ⇒ (4, 5, 3, 1) = 13 =12
4d6 ⇒ (3, 3, 6, 1) = 13 =12

Silver Crusade

Staryth wrote:
Staryth nods, "A cause would be nice, but we may have to settle for work." He nurses his drink while Shatterbones cleans up a bit.

Curos seems to relax little as something which could almost be mistaken for a smile appears on his face,"The truth of those words may be the cause of all the world's tragedy wise dwarf"

Regaining his composure, "but surely all men have their own causes, what brought you to this corner of the land?" Curos signals Gil for another round.

Bah! Must have a hole in me lip! Jegg laughs at his misfortune, At least it was just the last bit 'o backwash left in me cup! Another hearty laugh, then turning to Lagash I suppose I'd be takin ye up on that round now greenie if yer still fer buyin!

Jeggrim regards Curos for a moment, Cause? What ye be babblin about longshanks? Most 'o us are here fer work and coin, what cause are ye referin to? Yer not one 'o them mad manlings all hell bent and full 'o fire, standin tall on some pillar screamin 'bout one durned thing 'er another are ye?

Jegg pauses a moment to think before continuing
Although I suppose we're all fer being bound by the same "cause" I reckon. These parts 'o the world attract such people. Mayhaps we just all call it something different, but in the end we ain't much different by my measure...Cept them point-eared, smooth-faced, fairy lovin elves! Not a durned thing they do makes sense! Jeggrim erupts into laughter at this, slapping he knee and bellowing at the top of his lungs.Staryth am I right! Haha!

"Staryth Torhammer, third of that name," Staryth introduces himself not for the first time today, but it just seems odd to not start out proper, "And the full story of that is not something I wish to reveal just yet.No offense meant, of course. Suffice to say I heard Andoran was a land where each man might pick his own path and live by his own choices. That appeals to me."

He looks to Jeggrim, "That's another way o putting it, to be sure. But the man has the right of it that I'd not mind helping make the world a better place WHILE I get paid."

Both Grimly and Legash notice the little bard give out a giggle when the cup spills

Silver Crusade

Curos acknowledges Jeggrim with a nod, "You both seem to value freedom, that is admirable. But when all the sheep walk their own path they are easily eaten by the wolves"

Curos shifts in his seat slightly, "perhaps that assessment is unfair though, neither of you strike me as sheep. Still, a certain amount of order will always be necessary to maintain freedom."

The blackbearded dwarf frowns, "Some truth to what you say, stranger. But I'm more of a wolfhound than either sheep or wolf. And a wolfhound who is leashed and muzzled too tightly is no good to anyone when the wolves attack. One must not get so caught up in the way of things that one loses the goal."

He rises, " Your pardon. I'll return shortly. Must visit the necessary."

And off he goes.

Yeah, time to crash.

Silver Crusade

To Staryth as he leaves, "Of course, perhaps we may continue this conversation another time".

Silver Crusade

Curos turns to Jeggrim "But I have gotten so lost in metaphor that I forgot my manners, my name is Curos Flcetcher, and you?"

Silver Crusade

I'm done for the night, so ignore my previous post
Curos turns back to the bar and drinks in silence.

Liberty's Edge

Marianne scoffs at the doomsayer,

"Maybe and end would be a good thing for you - I wouldn't want to comment I'm sure - but some of us love life and this this world is a place of surpassing beauty. Only an idiot would think snuffing out all the joy in the world was worth ending pain, that's probably why Groetus is as popular as he is."

Knowledge Religion: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

Fulito finishes his meal and soon has troubled look on his face with all the talk of doom and end of the world. but as the priestess soon points out "some of us love life"

He jumps up on the table hey that reminds me of a song. and he breaks out into his tune. a song about life

EDIT forgot perform check (just in case) 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

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