Gornak Elf-Toes's page

Are we still alive here, or is it time to call it a day?

None of the beggars were interested in Gornak's offer of a gold coin?

Gornak nods sagely at Sevegny. "See? Orcs have a saying: 'You catch more flies with a hard slap than gentle touch.'"

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Once he reaches the room full of indigents, Gornak pulls out a gold coin from his purse. Then he proclaims: "First person who shows Gornak where Beltias is gets gold coin!"

Gornak bellows: "OPEN THE DOOR NOW, PUNY MAN!! WE WANT BELTIAS!"

Intimidate: 1d20+8=25

"Yeah, what she said" Gornak adds with an unfriendly glare.

"Maybe Gornak will dance on his face. Who knows?" the half-orc says philosophically.

Gornak snorts in disgust at the timidity of his co-workers. He barges in the front door and bellows: "BELTIAS!! GET OUT HERE!!"

Did we lose Ngozi?

"Gentle?" Gornak blows a wet raspberry. "We go now, teach lesson."

Gornak smiles, his crooked teeth not improving his looks any. "This job sounds better than sweeping floor. Gornak will make sure this man learns a lesson."

"So...no free money?"

"Give these gentlemen 10 silver teeth apiece...and free drinks for the evening"

"That's my first and only offer gentlemen,take or leave it...otherwise...."

Gornak looks confused. "Boss Saul didn't say anything about free money and drinks. Can Gornak get free money and drinks too?"

Gornak nods. "Okay, if elf cleans, Gornak cleans. Gornak likes money."

He starts hauling bits of garbage outside.

Gornak stares at Feldin.

"Gornak is dancer, not janitor."

Gornak practices his inimitable orcish dancing, but it seems to drive away as many customers as it brings in. Fortunately, his intimidating presence (combined with Thumparr's steely glare) is able to get Saul some sweetheart deals with suppliers.

Intimidate: 1d20+8=20

Gornak: HP should be 10. Bardic Performance has now changed. Remember if you want to keep "Specialized Training" from the Campaign Setting book you loose your Bardic Knowledge ability which allows you to use ALL Knowledge skills untrained and gives you a bonus dependent on your level. Let me know if you want to keep it.

I think I'll keep Gornak good 'n' ignorant, thanks. :-)

I'll remove the extra HP; I forgot exactly where they came from.

Gornak slaps Thumparr the dwarf on the back. "Gornak looks tough. Probably scared that guy away. He go home, crying like a little girl. He never come back, job done. Gornak ask Saul for a raise tomorrow."

The half-orc shuffles back to the inn closest to the Golden Goblin and flops down on the common room floor, dreaming of gold.

By the way, I'll be on vacation from Aug 19-26. See you next week!

"Oh, okay. Gornak go stand over there. Let Gornak know when it's time to stab."

The rapier in the half-orc's huge meaty hand looks like a toothpick.

Now that the final rules are out (http://paizo.com/prd), I'll need to make a few changes to Gornak:
-stats need to be tweaked a bit since the half-orc's stat mods were changed
-slight boost to Intimidate skill
-bardic music is now measured in rounds/day
-may want to reallocate skills because of Versatile Performer class feature

Gornak stands in the middle of the street, confused. "What is Gornak supposed to be doing again? We have fight soon?"

"Okay, we go now." Gornak agrees, although the exact details of the plan flew over his head somewhat.

back from vacation...

"Sounds good. Gornak will be dancer. Gornak dance good. People come from all around Riddleport to see Gornak dance."

I'll be gone until Monday. See you then!

Gornak is stonefaced as he replies: "Okay, Gornak drink some rotten grape juice with Saul."

"Sounds O.K. Saul, you pay us money to meet these guys, right?"

Gornak tucks the wand in his belt as he waits for Saul to bestow bags of gold upon the valiant defenders.

"Yeah, reward sounds good. Gornak deserves reward." The half-orc nods approvingly at the astute dwarf.

There are no dead bodies, actually. The cleric was able to stabilize everyone in time.

Gornak pokes one of the unconscious thugs, anyways.

Gornak touches one of the dead bodies with the wand, hoping for a huge "kaboom".

Gornak grabs the wand and waves it in front of him, pointing it at the wall.

"Hey -- YOU WORK NOW!" he orders it.

Try to activate wand blindly
UMD roll: 1d20+10=29

Gornak's eyes perk up. "You owe Gornak? O.K., then Saul can give Gornak a job. Gornak dances good."

Gornak walks up to Saul and throws out his mighty chest.

"Some jerks try to steal gold. Gornak stopped them. And some other people help." He points to himself proudly.

In the blink of an eye, Gornak stops dancing and he turns from a graceful swan to a hulking ox again.

"Hmmph. Some war dance. Gornak didn't even get to stab anyone. Hope Saul was watching, though."

Actually, can I add a casting of Inspirational Boost in Gornak's action? I forgot I had it; it would raise the bonus to +2/+2 attack/dmg.

POOM. POOM. POOM.

Now that Gornak can see, he grins a crazy grin and starts jumping up and down with his hobnail boots.

POOM. POOM. POOM.

It's amazing how gracefully he can leap into the air and yet land with a bone-rattling thump.

POOM. POOM. POOM.

He also starts chanting softly in his gravelly basso: "fight...fight...fight..."

The war dance begins.

Inspire courage using Perform (dance)

"Me? Who is me? Where is me?" Gornak stumbles after the voice, his sight not quite restored yet.

Gornak lumbers forward in what he thinks is the direction of the action. Swinging his rapier crazily about his head, he roars: "What's going on? Stay back! No one takes Saul's gold!"

He thinks he can almost start to see some blurry shapes...

Move forward a bit

"WAAAUUGH!" Gornak bellows like an injured orangutan. "What happen!"

He draws his rapier and moves his sightless eyes around the room, oblivious to trouble.

"Nobody take Gornak's gold! Mine!!"

Gornak wanders over to the locked door and waits as politely as he can for Saul to return.

Gornak's nostrils dilate and his knuckles crack as he gives a furious glare to the head on the ghoulette wheel.

"You cheat Gornak. Gornak will not forget this, head."

He staggers away, barely able to control his rage while Saul is around. He cools off for a few minutes, then looks for an opportunity to talk to Vancaskerin.

Gornak will bet 1 gp. Just tell me if he wins or loses anything. :-)

Do we start out with 1 gp in chips, or is the entrance fee just a fee and we have to buy more chips?

Gornak scowls. "Gornak reads good. Don't care about soul, and already paid fee. Might as well enter."

Gornak takes a pen and writes down his mark, the orcish runes for "Elf" and "Foot".

I have no interest in actually playing out a bunch of gambling games; I'd be perfectly happy if you just tell me if Gornak wins or loses.

"For that surely isn't a goblin." Then Beriadan will extend his hand in greeting as he says, "The name is Beriadan, tracker and swordsman."

Gornak snorts. "Gornak knows what a goblin looks like, Beriadan. That is an imp-goblin, goblin that looks like imp. Just like owl-bear is owl that looks like bear."

He gives Beriadan's hand a big SQUEEEEZE.

"Nope, that's not imp. That's goblin."

"So where are you from, Ngozi? You too, Elf-toes dancer."

"Gornak is from Belkzen, land of dwarf-crushers." Gornak grins, evidently thinking he just made a clever joke.

Speculating on the tiny monster, Gornak sagely opines: "That is goblin. Hall is called Golden Goblin, so that must be goblin."

Gornak "takes 10" for a grand total of 9. :-)

"You can dance the rain dance, yeh, orc man? Maybe you show Ngozi your rain dance sometime. Just make sure you and dwarf man not dance the war dance. Not yet, anyway. The big door men are watching, yeh?"

"Yup, rain dance work every time. Sometimes it take three, four weeks, but it always work."

"Ngozi is here to win gold in big game. If you two fight, maybe there be no big game. Then no gold. Maybe, instead, Ngozi buy you two a drink at bar, and maybe we forget war dance for now, yeh?"

"Yes, we fight later. First Gornak needs a job. If you see Saul, tell Gornak."

Gornak growls in a low tone, like an angry dog.

"Gornak dances good. War dance, fan dance, rain dance. Once Gornak gets job, maybe I take you outside and dance on your head." Gornak smiles menacingly, revealing various crooked and missing teeth.

"Gornak is not gambling tonight. Just looking for Saul, to get a job."

"Looking for job. Gornak is a dancer. Maybe Saul needs entertainers for casino."

Gornak pauses. His torn chain shirt and bloody rapier don't suggest light entertainment.

"What are you looking for in Riddleport, dwarf?"

"Gornak's name is Gornak Elf-Toes. Maybe you heard of Elf-Toes and Oakleg? Was famous comedy team. Not any more."

Gornak grabs the proffered hand and squeezes, impressed by the strong grip of the squat little fellow.

"And is he drinking...milk?"

At the mention of milk, Gornak turns his great, shaggy head around.

"No, puny dwarf. Gornak is not drinking milk. Stupid Golden Goblin does not have milk. That makes Gornak angry. But Gornak will wait until he has job before making trouble. After getting job, then there is lots of time to make trouble."

Gornak glares at the dwarf.