Kirwen Wyrmsheart's page

thumbs up, and thanks for the work, Ainvar

I think I said this already, but Kirwen wants the jewelry and that's pretty much it.

I'm pretty sure a potion of cat's grace is only 300 gp, though (resale 150).

"Sure. I ain't quite worked all the kinks out - all these fools just turned tail an' ran, which ain't hardly fun at all."

Dibs on the bow !!!

I like potions.

And jewelry. I really like the look of that necklace.

Kirwen tears the poor bard to shreds and he collapses into a bloody heap.

Have I mentioned I really like this character?

Congratulations! You defeated the Green Tree bandits. You all get 685 xp and one hero point.

So are we done? Is there a denouement still coming?

That should have been flank plus bardic music, so add +1 damage to each of those swings if they hit.

The bard takes a desperate stab at Kirwen, hitting for 5 points. Petra, Felicia and Kirwen can all have a go at him. Juliare is still giggling hysterically.

Kirwen grunts as the blade strikes home, and he coughs a bit of blood, but the large man still bares his teeth in a humorless grin. "You've had your turn," he tells the bard, "and now it's mine." He drops the mace as claws sprout from his fingertips and he slashes twice at the figure in front of him.

Claw attacks with flank and bless (1d20+7=17, damage 1d8+4=6; 1d20+7=24, damage 1d8+4=11)

For reasons I can't technically discuss, I'm going to be a lot quieter on the boards for the next week or so. I will try to keep in touch with what's happening here, though.

I suspect that this is going to get me stabbed, but I think I can pin down the bard.

Kirwen watches the dwarf fall with a satisfied smile, then turns his attention to the bard. Rapidly moving through the undergrowth, he looms over his enemy with his mace held high.

If I get adjacent to the bard, I'm pretty sure that he won't be able to flee without provoking an AoO, even if he tries to withdraw. On the other hand, I suspect he'll just try to poke me, and my AC is only 9 at the moment...

Forgot my bardic music bonus too, actually, and Petra's inspiring word. (sigh) Oh well. Is the enemy bard within range of a charge for Kirwen?

Kirwen grunts in disappointment as the archers take off - he was looking forward to some payback - but doesn't try to undercut the paladin's offer of clemency. Instead, he moves toward Clark and the dwarf, readying his mace, and coming up alongside them to strike at the dwarf bandit.

Pretty sure I wouldn't be able to flank this turn, but together Clark and I might manage it next turn if needed.

Mace attack (1d20+4=20, damage 2d6+5=11)

Couldn't find a profile for the PC, so I used the bonus from an earlier post:

This should do it.

Spellcraft check to avoid losing the spell for damage (DC 14) (1d20+5=13)
Suck.

Kirwen roars in pain as the arrow strikes him, and his massive frame stops its growth, shrinking back to his (still formidable) normal proportion. After a moment's vicious swearing, the sorcerer begins his chant again. We'll try that again...

Kirwen grins. "Feels like I've been waiting for this my whole life," he growls, before stretching out his arms - now tipped with red-scaled claws - and saying, "Enlarge."

I'll assume I'm somewhere to the south, since I haven't tried to sneak toward the camp yet. Probably a full move away, under the circumstances.

Did someone call for a sorcerer? BT, you mind if Kirwen fights out the last bit before he gets retired?

Kirwen makes his way down to the riverside, looming over the survivor. "We should probably hide the body and leave the area," he rumbles to the others. "No sense gettin' ambushed ourselves, if we can help it."

Kirwen sighs.

Juliare seems furious there :

'Who are you calling Points ! I'm not responsible for the way I was born ! "

Kirwen shrugs. "Ain't none of us are, but it's part o' who y'are, all the same. Best get used to it, find a way to make it your own."

Visibly taking hold of himself

" We should find two hiding places near the river. On to cut their retreat and one for the first attack . I can take point and .. " Juliare winces " that is to say be at the foreguard and be the first to give the signal to attack when the bandits near the water. now , which group do you want to be a part of ? "

"I'll need a moment to get dressed fer the party," Kirwen rumbles, "so best if I'm taking the second group."

"Likin' that plan," rumbles Kirwen. "If we keep one alive, he might even answer a couple questions fer us, if we ask nicely..."

Kirwen preens under the praise, then looks back toward Juliare. "Let's get a move-on, Points, we're burning daylight."

I'm not one to take compliments well, but Kirwen wouldn't hesitate... :)

And a hero point to Kirwen just for the cool build. I never saw a sorcerer do that before.

The credit is really Paizo's... it's the bloodline that even makes it conceivable. But just wait till I get to dragon disciple....

"Ha! And keep running!" Kirwen roars after the fleeing monkey things, before dismissing his spell and shrinking back to his usual height.

I should get to go again before they run off, shouldn't I?

Kirwen slashes with his red-scaled claws at the two beasts swarming over him.

Claw attacks (1d20+4=10, damage 1d8+4=7; 1d20+4=21, damage 1d8+4=6)

As they flee, he takes another swing at one that leaves itself open to his attack.

AoO (1d20+4=21, damage 1d8+4=10)

How many are in my reach now?

AoO (1d20+4=24, damage 1d8+4=12)
Crit confirm (1d20+4=17, damage 1d8+4=8)
Forgot bless on those - not that I think it matters...

"Ugly little suckers," Kirwen comments to no one in particular. "They even make you look pretty, Thrakhir... Enlarge."

Initiative (1d20+1=12)

Are we talking single or double file?

For single, I'd suggest this:
Juliare, Clark, Thrakhir, Petra, Kirwen, Felicia
For double:
Juliare/Clark, Thrakhir/Petra, Kirwen/Felicia

Bandits but we are not here for glorifying ourselves .

"Speak for yourself, Points, my rep back in Warwik's taken a bit of a beating, and I'd like to see it shined up again," Kirwen says. "You're welcome to tell the story of my thrilling heroics, dollface."

Later...

Perception (1d20+3=14)

Kirwen guffaws loudly.

Perception (1d20+3=6)

"Not too fond of being spied on myself," Kirwen rumbles, "but the fellow seems to have gotten away anyway."

Kirwen rises and follows as well, with an expression of confusion and possibly anger on his face.

While you're at it, make a Sense Motive check.

Sense Motive (1d20-1=14)

Kirwen really has no opinion on where to go, other than where we haven't been already.

Many sympathies - RL has taken a toll on me lately too, and I can very much sympathize! Here's hoping we see you again in a few months!

Kirwen nods. "Yeah, I wasn't too hot on sleeping out here in the first place."

3 four hours watch ,

Brock and Kirwen
Thrackir and Petra
Clark and Juliare ?

Works for me.

Initiative (1d20+1=13)
Perception (1d20+3=15)

Kirwen shrugs. "Fine by me."

To clear up the confusion, you are still in hex 506.

:) I'm not confused, Kirwen is. heehee!

"So... the Duskmoon Hills and the river are in different directions?" Kirwen asks blankly.

Kirwen watches the exchange with mounting impatience. Unlike Thrakhir, he doesn't know enough about the forest to have realized they were not moving toward the Duskmoon Hills, but just tramping through the forest is making him twitchy.

Kirwen frowns - clearly, he thinks short people with primitive spears are not the sort of people you retreat from - but he reluctantly backs up as well.

Do we have any way to tell what the heck these things are?

Perception (1d20+3=16)

Back out to the forest? We still need to find those raiders...

"You kidding?" Kirwen asks, chuckling. "He didn't die, it all worked out in the end, why worry about it? I say, the axeman wants to swing his axe, let'em. It's not like we're out here to make friends anyway."

He watches the interaction between the bard and the cleric with an amused expression, but shows no sign of being interested in volunteering any of his money to pay for the healing.

Looks like we're headed back to the inn, then.

"We'll lose all the progress we made today, goin' back there," Kirwen points out.

Kirwen takes a few steps after the retreating ogre, but Clark's words to Brock and then Petra pull him back. "Ahhhh... feh. Good riddance!" he grunts, waving the giant away before diminishing back to his usual, still-imposing size.

How far are we from the loggers' camp? Would it make sense to head back there and see if they'd let us share it with them for the night?

Did I hit the ogre?

Kirwen probably wants to, but it's not a terribly good idea, what with Brock's condition and all.

Looks like WorsT missed my new position as well. No harm no foul, though.

Continuing my efforts to look as small and unthreatening as a human in a suit of armor can, Clark will grab the bigger man's shoulders and try to drag him back from the ogre.

And hope really hard for a lousy roll on the AoO 'cause what he did to Brock would kill Clark outright.

"Let's see if I can't distract him a bit for ya," chuckles Kirwen. He circles around Clark, reading his mace as he goes, and squares off against the monster with a grin.

Move to 43-44/28-29, which puts the ogre within Kirwen's 10 ft reach. Drawing mace as he goes.
Mace attack with inspiring word bonus (1d20+7=17, damage 2d6+5=10)

If Clark moves forward, then that changes Kirwen's move too - he's still right behind Clark, at 44-45/30-31.

Well, let's not spoil the fun. I say we take the positions on the map for granted and proceed from there. Difficult terrain it is.

Just as long as Brock doesn't die because he was able to get so far ahead of us by ignoring the terrain but we can't get up to save him without ignoring it...

"Move it, freed-man!" Kirwen roars, smashing through the undergrowth to lumber up behind Clark. "You planning on just watching him die?" Double-moving to 47-48/29-30.