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Karzak will choose the Grand Lodge as well, not relly seeing anywhere else where he'd fit in.

Karzak's eyes light up at Tal's diversion, and he starts towards the bar. He growls over his shoulder at Nester, obviously being above consideration of such things as tracking...Karzak is swift to action and rarely thinks prior to engaging in it.

Yeah; we'll head back then with the artifact...just after we properly insulate our insides fer the journey. He begins rummaging behind the bar for a few mugs.

Karzak grunts noncommittally, then nods. Fair 'nuff, though I'd rather see that bartender speared and gutted. She'll be dangerous if we ever see 'er like again.

I'm not really sure what faction to go with yet; none really seem to fit Karzak all that well.

Karzak gives Tal a nod to the affirmative, then looks fo Nestor. 'Ell, this sure can't be what yer bosses planned for ya', right? Whatcha wanna do now? I'm all fer followin' that slippery fishgirl ta' whatever hole she's carved out fer 'erself.

CMB1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

Karzak attempts to move through the webbing, one hand out in front of him to try and seek out his target.

Moved two squares

Ha! I'm an irish and scottish mutt covered in tatoos, so not so much.

Sorry for the delay everyone! Just got back from vacation, where access was unexpectedly spotty.

Will save1d20 ⇒ 9
Reflex save1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Blinded1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

What the 'ell! Whosit?. Karzak sputters and struggles, now blinded and entangled in the sticky webbing. He roars in anger at his predicament and tries to rip through the webs to where he last heard or saw the bartended.

Perception to track him down1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21
CMB1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

Appraise with plus 2 if nonmagical gem or such1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Karzak looks at the table with interest, hoping to see a fine work of art. He chuckles at Tal, though he shares the man's suspicion. Keep their eyes off a' me, at least

Karzak stands behind the table, his gaze drifting between the bartender and the bodyguard, wondering which one he'd have to put down first.

Karzak enters and immediately thinks of ordering a drink or five. But, seeing his companions watching their suuroundings warily, he also looks for someone or something with which to engage in a fine drunken brawl.

Perception1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

Good here

Thanks for digging, Tal!

Karzak grunts, as if dissappointed with the answer. Well, we'll watch 'em anyhow. One wrong look and...SMASH!. He clobbers an open palm with his fist for emphasis.

I though I had made 2 saves...just can't find the first one.

Wait, Karzak was the one tied to the mast? Well...that stinks...but is accurate.

Karzak turns a glare on Nestor. Expectin' any funny stuff from these gillmen? I'm thinkin' there's some chance they could wan' the artifacts fer their own, right? How much ya' trustin' these fellas'?

Karzak recoils slightly at the touch, then remembers her healing touch and he visibly eases his posture. Thanks, Missy...yer worth a dozen a' those frog-lovin' kobolds at least!

Fort save1d20 + 6 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 6 + 8 = 20

Karzak fights back the effects of the sickness with relative ease, but addresses Tiann at first sight of her. Got any more a' that healin', Missy?

At 7/17 after regaining 1hp for last night's rest

Karzak does too

Buahahaha! C'mon Tal; that wench have ya' so mixed up that ya' had to try and keep up with us, eh? So...how'd that work out for ya'? Karzak offers a wide grin, witnessing the end result of Tal's night. An' where's yer dancin' partner this mornin'? I figured the two a' ya' might send us off with a right jolly jig!

Karzak gives a grunt and a nod at the decision - apparently what passes for shining approval in his book. He pats his rock solid but slightly round belly and roars a challenge. Ha! Bringin' a fellow dwarf too, then? I'll outlast each one a' ya', drink fer drink!.

Sounds like some much needed R&R, then

Karzak snorts. Bah! I ain't scared a' the damned halfling! If he has some err...other motives, then we'll squash 'im and take 'is damned ship! I say we go with the cheaper fare.

Karzak casts his eyes down, looking like a child caught with his hands in a cookie jar. He idly turns a stone over and then back again with his heavy boot. Yeah...guess so.... He seems to want to go further, perhaps to expound upon how much ale those additional 10gp would buy. But, he thinks better of it and keeps his trap shut, even stifling a rumbling belch.

Karzak slams Tal on the shoulder with a mailed fist. Aye, but it worked, didn't it? Muahahaha!

Karzak holds up the ale in question, even going so far as to give it a little jiggle. Some a' the best stuff around, I'm hearin.'

diplomacy for aid...possibly hinder attempt
1d20 - 1 ⇒ (7) - 1 = 6

Karzak totes the ale with ease, grumbling at the fact that he was carrying it instead of drinking it. He grins at the sight of the fat halfling, hoping that the look didn't come off as his usual scowl. Now, 'ere's one who likes 'is drink. I think we'll get along jus' fine.

Karzak defers to Tal in the whole speaking department, hoping that the man had a more glib tongue than he. He waits for his time to shine, hoping to share quite a bit of the ale...and soon.

Karzak, thankful to be back at someplace he doesn't have to worry about strange sicknesses and giant frogs, searches for someplace to warm his bones and get a drink that's as far from water as it can be. Stayin' the night, ain't we?

fort save1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

Karzak shakes off the ill effects; looking at Jake and Jory in confusion. What the hell is wrong with you?. He glances at the road ahead, worried that this could hurt their mission's timing.

Karzak grumbles at Tiann's ministrations...once he wakes up that is; but he eventually mutters a quiet "Thank you", and bows his head, suddenly finding his feet very interesting. He's only too happy to change subject and move on. I'll take watch when it's completely dark if its the same with you; kin see better'n most of ya' tall folk anyhow.

Karzak looks up from the corpse and gives Jake a lopsided grin. Then, his eyes roll back to show their whites, and he collapses into a heap of sweaty, bloody, hairy dwarven flesh with scratched and dented armor.

At -1 HP with rage gone

I don't think we'll be interrogating the kobold...

Karzak moves in to level a strike at the kobold, hoping to avoid the restrictive vegetation in the process.

Str check if needed1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
Attack1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
Damage2d4 + 7 ⇒ (3, 4) + 7 = 14
Reflex check if needed1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15

Actual damage...oops...should be 2d6+7, not 2d4+72d6 + 7 ⇒ (4, 6) + 7 = 17
Crit confirm1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24
Additional damage4d6 + 14 ⇒ (4, 2, 6, 5) + 14 = 31

Great, thanks! I just didn't want a croc-zombie nibbling my toes.

Sorry for the wait; I'm still seeing the Cr (croc) on the map; he's been made into boots, right? I'm looking to take a 5' step on his carcass to attack the 'bold.

Overjoyed at not having to force his way through tangled vines, Karzak brings his hammer up, and then down at the...ahem...frog.

Attack1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10
Damage2d4 + 7 ⇒ (1, 3) + 7 = 11
Still raging; for rounds left

Karzak grunts as the menacing croc is replaced with...um...a frog. His surprise is complete when the plump creature gas the audacity to bite him.

Fort save1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

Karzak tries to rip through the vegetation once again. 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

Finally succeeding, he brings the full weight of his swing down on the croc.
Attack1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
Damage2d4 + 7 ⇒ (4, 2) + 7 = 13
Reflex1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21

Just to check b4 I post - did Tal make himself a pair of croc boots?

:). We were lucky I didn't end up kiling that other Pathfinder npc; he may be the one that bailed us out

I remember him; the mighty magus had to bail you out!

Who knew I'd be so tasty?

Karzak rips away at the foliage again.

Still ragin; str check
1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

He fails again, and he curses the vegetation again as he attepts to swing at the surprisingly deadly croc.

Attack, again with the penalty
1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
damage
2d4 + 7 ⇒ (2, 4) + 7 = 13

Thanks Tiann!

Karzak roars in anger as he tries to rip away the foliage enough to allow room for a good swing.

Rage; str check to break entangle as a move action.
1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Though he fails to do so, he still attempts an overhand swing at the crododile.

attack, with penalty1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
damage2d4 + 7 ⇒ (3, 4) + 7 = 14

Thanks for revising for me GM and Tal; somehow I read exactly the opposite of what you actually wanted to convey

reflex save
1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11

What the..

Karzak growls in anger at the sight, and particularly at the words of magic. He lets out a feral roar as he charges towards the kobold.

Double move to get adjacent...I think I can do that...can't see any difficult terrain in the route, and he'd go around the log

Good to me too!

Karzak grunts as he looks at the log, but his face softens somewhat at the sound of humming. Hrmpf...hums like a true dwarf. Right; let's go ahead and see what he's got ta' be so damned cheerful about. Karzak advances with his usual lack of caution, looking about the log for the source of the fine tune.

Perception
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

Acrobatics checks
1d20 - 4 ⇒ (20) - 4 = 16
1d20 - 4 ⇒ (18) - 4 = 14
1d20 - 4 ⇒ (18) - 4 = 14
1d20 - 4 ⇒ (4) - 4 = 0
1d4 ⇒ 3
1d20 - 4 ⇒ (11) - 4 = 7
1d4 ⇒ 2
1d20 - 4 ⇒ (9) - 4 = 5
1d4 ⇒ 2

Karzak starts out rather well, but the layer of slime that soon coats his armor makes movement difficult after the first few hours. He stumbles several times later on in the journey but, amazingly enough, avoids getting any leeches attached to him.

Karzak snorts at the sight, then clamps his mouth shut with a gulp, realizing that he was only barely more nimble than Tiann in an environment like this. He uses as much care as a heavily armored, thickly muscled dwarf can muster.

Acrobatics
1d20 - 4 ⇒ (1) - 4 = -3