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"I'll take the magic weapon, then, brother. (on Larken's prompt...) Yeah, whiskers. Less yap wagging and more goblin gutting."

"Can you enchant the dwarf's forehead, so he can bludgeon them with his rocky skull?"

Pauugh! If it is you seeing lights, is not my head to blame. It's overcast. The fumes from things stuck in your beard, and stinky sticky drink therein, do addle pate you and make you see imagined things.
Aye, let's shake the jingly pouches on these gorestrewn wretches, and go get this mighty dwarf, and myself, into our wellearned cups.
The dead will buy our rounds this night.

"Come to Hudak, doghater! Ratriding ninny! I will hew you down and make the grass green in the patch where you fell!!!" the mighty Hudak taunts to the dehorsed goblin tough.

Nothing, fortunately for you, since we are not using my patented fumble rules. You just miss. Now Vethran.

Sweet. I don't want to kagle a bastard sword. "Rectum? It damn near killed him!!!"

Hudak goes to cut the goblin down and fumbles-rolled a nat. 1.
What happens when you fumble a bastard sword? (ouch!)

"Hey, careful with that pelt! I was gonna make a hat for my bald head out of it!"

Cannot covert domains to heals. That's something I know tight from playing Rodergo.

If I'm on the ground, bleeding, the spell will go over me, right? Hell, it might even cauterize the wound. ;)

Hudak moves to I6. Don't think he can attack but if so, rat head dog thing hit 16+6=22; dmag 8+3=11. Hope the goblin aoo doesn't crit me...
sorry guys, busier than hell...
(would love to go to J6, but then the goblin on the rat gets to aoo me; my wounded unconscious ass wouldn't be able to protect the healer...)

*ulp* *gnng* ....bummerdude...

Alwyn:

oh, and Aub's on the train home right now I'd imagine. He usu shows up in an hour or two from now.
Wow. Two nat 20's in one day. I'm gonna buy a lotto ticket.

Hudak to b6, attacks goblin at b5.
nat 20, conf roll 14+5=19 damage=6+3+10+3=22.
"I'll catch up to your tally, greedy dwarf."

Hudak's sword is hungry.

Hudak will head that way on his turn. Towards the side of the temple. Hudak has more mayhem to wreak on their giggling skulls. Distance(?)

"Why, you speak of impossible things, like the breath of a fish, of the footfall of a cat. I thank the treespirits thy blade is not as slow as your wit."
for ya'll city slickers out there, this is how backwoods folks make friends. We have to fight first.

"I'm not physically hurt, just saddened there are no more of them to kill. Yon dwarf is stingy. He hogs all the action!!!"

finally...get to start off the Heathy vs. Fakey snarkoff in this reality.

Hudak pulls the shield off his back and arms it up, looking at the wicked little goblin knives, not wanting them in his skin. His abdomen starts to do a dance as the fight or flight wave recedes.
He looks around at this place that has become the red field.

"Goblins squeal and goblins die,
With Hudak's sword in their basting eye!!!!!"

Hudak charges, pulling bastard sword, at the point of the arrow goblin in the vee formation. Atack 12+5=17, damage 6+4.5=10.5 (two handed). When I get a kill confirm,...I'll sing MY goblin song.

"Hah! I told you it was magic writing," yells Hudak as he moves toward the incoming goblins.

That's what I'll do then.

init 7+2=9.
I shield up, pull bastard sword, and move toward the goblins charging at me. If I can, I cut one down. How far the foe?

"I am Hudak. Can I try your rune staver on the treeskins? It looks icy. Icy means good."

"Hello," he greets the mage, "what are those runes ye make?" Then he adds, not wanting to sound confrontational and magicparanoid, "I'm sorry, sorry to be rude. Always the curious monkey I am."

spot=14. Hah! Who needs skill when ya got luck?

Hudak moves closer to Vethran. He is very curious about the writings. He wants to watch, to see how it's done. He's almost childlike in his mesmerism by it; makes no move to cover up what he's doing.

"That dwarf there...up front...he's garbed as a woodsman, I'd sooth.
I thought they all mined, or beat swords of steel.
Strange folk dwell this far south."

"Brother, do you see the man who makes runes on the treeskins? How does he harness them AND tattoo them so quickly without ripping a hole in the sky? Is the skin enchanted beforehand?
I ask you because you whisper to the gods and they murmur back things you seem to understand."

"Hmm....the mosquitoes are big here at Sandpoint."
how's that for quick snarky?

I'll chide myself for being such a party pooper. I'll smile at a remembered joke, and chuckle a bit.

I go down to the temple, somewhere at the back of the crowd. I'm just interested in what all the hubbub is about. Curiosity...cat...whatnot...
As we recently landed and left the employ of our ship, I'll have to find a tavern soon and sample their offerings.
I scan the crowd lazily; not really used to so many people from so many places together at one time. My arms are crossed; I look dour.

Sheepfolk try to trap their gods in a square house. Hudak thinks they might be fools.

Hmmm...these civilized sheeppeople are all gathering about and bleating. What's that about? Brother, let's go take a look.

Hudak wrote:

What's in it for me?

Exactly - just the attitude they are looking for. Welcome!

I like, and completely trust, these guys. Today.

What's in it for me?

Please...o great Dungeon Lord....teleport me to square h6.

I think it is entirely optional if you want to join. I'm sure it won't impact massively, more likely give me as DM something to hang the plot on. As low level PCs it is unlikely you will be core member anyway.

I'll take their gold....of course.

My group is badass. It's a big Shoanti fighter, and a bunch of other guys.

Not big on the whole "joining" thinger much.

I intend to be draped in red.

Oh, my bastard sword yearns for carnage.

My blade hungers after singsong goblins.

Hudak stands ready to tread the thrones of Varisia under his sandaled foot.
Hey, Vatnisse--tell me if you like the backstory, and I'll go with it.