I'm back guys, sorry for the absence, some RL got pretty heavy.
I'm still interested, and you didn't lose my trust DH. I could tell you were up to something even back at the bridge with Big Blue. But it does look like Carpes heart isn't in it anymore.
Let's see if the mouse shows back up?
That's a little bit of the rub. I think DM's doing a great job of spinning it that we're in a mystic monolith (I'm not stepping a foot outside of it!). But if we were using the 2d10, I think we would have dropped half these guys already and be mopping the rest up by now. You'd likely have dropped one with each attack, you beast. Each attack is largely up to the die roll with a d20. We're only 1st level, but we're still supposed to be pretty skilled, and that just doesn't come across with the d20, at any level really. The results are just too random.
I can totally understand not wanting to do more work for the 3d10 thing, it's kind of the whole impetus behind losing the d20. It was just an idea. As far as crits go, I'd trade less crits for the consistancy and (hopefully) speedier, smoother combat. I'd say leave the crit ranges the way they are, sounds like more invasive surgery than we want to do.
Maybe eliminate the confirmation roll? Seeing as you need to throw 2 dice for a crit in the first place, maybe that would be a boon as well.
I get what you're saying Thorgar, and if we were all at the table together I would be content with the d20 but I'd rather be RPing and moving the story along, than staring at a wall of posts where really nothing is happening. Kind of feels like we're just rolling dice.
So... No one has any opinon about trying this with 2d10? I think it will improve the game overall, giving more consistent results and generally streamlining things a bit.
Come on, guys, put your 2 bits in.
Flurry of Blows/Perfect Strike @ B4
Temple Sword1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18, Damage 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
I'll wait for the results to describe... or you can take the liberty to speed things up.
Just putting this out there, if anyone is down for an experiment, I suggest we try an alternate method of rolling.
Substitute 2d10 for d20. For class skills roll 3d10 and take the highest two dice. It will give the dice more of a bell shaped probability, and make fumbling a class skill less likely for those things a character should be particularly good at.
Haaken twisted as the javelin reached towards his chest, spinning away from one, but unable to avoid the second. Haaken entwined it between his ribs and arm, recieving the force of the missile on his limb to protect the vital organs. A gush of blood signaling the hit.
Flowing with the force of the attack Haaken shifted closer to his opponent, his sword flashing out in a graceful strike.
Haaken is taking a full attack, using Flurry of Blows, I'll hold off on the second attack until I see the results of the first.
Temple Sword 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16, 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10 @ B3
I know I'm a little out of turn here but...
As Haaken dances and weaves through the barrage of spear points his left arm sweeps forward, firing a dart at one of his attackers.
Attack at BR 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
The javelin sailed towards the monk's head with deadly purpose, missing it's purchase when Haaken casually flicked his head to one side, as if to toss a rogue hair back into place.
"I see you come bearing gifts. Please present them!", Haaken's voice rang.
Drawing his sword Haaken centers himself at the threshold of two of the monoliths, "It would seem we have visitors. Shall we greet them?"
Readied Action: Full Attack on any opponent entering a square Haaken threatens.
Haaken's brow draws together in concern, as he quickly closes the distance to the edge of the circle. Hands on his staff, he begins to examine the ring, walking cautiously around the stones clockwise.
Perception 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26 Finally a little love.
"I've spent my entire life in the mountains, and even though it was mostly in monastic seclusion, I think this place strange and uncanny. Have any of you noticed the strange lights in the sky? Or the absence of wind when it should be? Also, the light fades too quickly, I believe."
Haaken pauses, motioning to the forest and the sky.
"I think we should be on our guard. What say the rest of you?"
Yup. The question is yours. Figured it'd be more fun that way, and draw the rest of the group in, as well as save time and discussion. Plus it feels more like a folktale that way. I have no idea why... It just does.
As Haaken listens to the giant's words, he sheathes his blades. His eyes unfocus for a moment, fogging breath escaping his nostrils.
When they refocus, a small smile rests at the corners of his mouth, he says, "Very well. I gift each of my companions one of the questions. For the favor, I only ask that you always remember what I did for you, and to reflect upon it sometimes. I sought only to end your suffering. I did not seek your debt. Maybe someday you will be moved to do the same. I am called Haaken, and should we ever meet again, I would hope to call you friend, but I will not even ask for that.",
Haaken clasps his hands and bows his head to the brute. "Peace be with you." Haaken then gathers his staff and moves to stand behind his companions.
Alright! That's turned out better than expected, so far. Any thoughts on questions? Assuming we're still on track map/adventure-wise he might be able to help us with the next step. Maybe he was bound here by whatever hid Thordan's harpoon?
"Another's purity of heart is not my Wyrd." A heartbeat passes as Haaken stares Thorgar in the eyes, he then spins, and sets to work hewing at the rotten supports.
Yeah! Saw the opporunity for it and had to jump at it! I'll be able to relpy in a few hours...actually screw it I'll keep it moving!
"Monsters stalking your homeland? You called yourself such, to the very being you would accuse! And weeping mothers? At least admit your hypocrisy. I also will not seek to cage the brute with words, trading bonds of one type for another."
"I will give it the gift of freedom! All actions are gifts. What it does with it, is it's own choice. If it seeks to give me the gift of pain and death, it is a gift I shall politely refuse, and return to him neatly packaged with care, if I am able."
Your own sleepless nights are a cage you crawl into of your own accord, Thorgar. A key to which lay before you. The answer to pain is not more pain, it is forgiveness and even love. I think you consider yourself lower and more horrible than this creature you would condemn!"
"No soul is beyond redemption, Thorgar! And each creature must redeem themselves.', Haaken strides over to one side of the bridge, motioning with his sword to the other
"If this leads to a battle, we'll stand together, brother. Begin your rise from the beast you claim to be. Do it now, with me! All souls watch us! "
Haaken stops and turns, emerald eyes burning with reflected sunlight.
"The giant has done us no harm, even when it could. It's disinterest in it's task, and the age of this bridge tell of how long this creature has been held in thrall here. No soul should live in chains, even invisible ones, warrior. If you hold that the only way off this mountain is back over that hazard, you certainly could use a taste of the wisdom you disdained moments ago."
The only eater of children I know of stands before me holding fear and guilt tight about him as a cloak.", Haaken replies, his voice strong and even. His sword points to the giant. "It's sadness should move you, not to violence, but to mercy! I will at least set the brute free and give it the gift of liberty today, even though it may harm me. Where is your courage? Muster it and aid me or let it fail and scurry to safety, your own hidden chains dragging behind you."
Acrobatics 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 15
Haaken begins to reach for Thordan just as Raven saves the noble mouse, throwing him slightly off balance, he uses the rope to steady himself.
On the other side, Haaken pauses, and stares at the giant in silent thought. He then shifts his gaze to the bridge.
Compassion move me
Haaken drives his staff into the snow and strides over to the bridge.
I would like to examine the bridge for the best way to destroy it. Can't tell from the description whether or not it's a rope bridge...
Haaken winces,"Use care Thorgar, my friend. Vengence is double edged. "You are never punished for your anger, instead you are punished by it.", said the Vaekha. Wisdom I have learned, but I suspect you know more of that than I.
"Well that was interesting.", Haaken says, staring pointedly at Thorgar. He only thinks of himself as a butcher. Hardly knowing his true worth.
Haaken strides forward, walking with his quarterstaff.
Running to Thorgar, sword drawn, Haaken slows when he realizes the barbarian has put down the spider. "You truely are fearsome, friend.",Like a troll cleaving an ox. Haaken reaches for the fox. "Even so, you're wounded. Let me lighten your burden."
Looking to the others, "Thorgar's correct, we should find a haven if we can, and tend to him."
Haaken awakes and sits crosslegged. Meditating, he sips from his waterskin, and slowly rises, proceeding to move through basic stretching exercises and transitioning into a series of motions known as the "Three Treasure Step".
Afterwards he joins the group, relaxed, focused and at peace.
He sits near Thorgar, curiously observing how dissatisfied he is with his wandermeal gruel, while nibbling on his own spartan biscuit.
"Have we any idea how much farther to our goal we are?"
Haaken lays out his bedroll, and while sitting crosslegged oils his temple sword taking the utmost care with each small movement, and upon finishing the task smoothly sheathes the blade, placing it beside him, and shifts slowly through several postures over the course of a 1/2 hour until he is laying, quietly breathing, into slumber.
"I'm at fault. The creature drew me away, and everyone here followed to aid me.", Haaken frowned. I apologize to you all., Haaken looks pointedly to Thorgar.
Didn't know there was a penalty for attacking with the torch...I'll just leave it up to the DM to sort it out, like I have damage. I can start doing that if it helps, though.
Glancing at his arm, Haaken moves with the barbarian to harry the sparkling entity. Swiping at it with the brand to drive towards Thorgar.
Torch Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
Haaken meets Thorgar's eyes and gives a quick nod. "Ready?"he asks.
Flourishing his torch he lunges at the glittering lights.
Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Will save:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17
Seeing the wisp evade the torch with such obvious fear Haaken presses the attack, swiping the torch in a warding arc. 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
"Raven is correct, Thorgar, it flees the fire! More torches and we can defeat it."