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Kvalsir scowls at the wall, wishing that he had ten other Ulfen with torches. We could take this village quickly and quietly, leaving the screams for after our initially assault. In response to Heng's question to Maeve, Kvalsir takes a rope from his own pack and tosses it to the monk. "I will scale the wall as well." He declares as he checks his equipment, making sure that his sword is loose in its scabbard and his tossing his spear up to Heng as well as he moves to do just that. Pathetic wall this. Ah well, best to climb now.

Kvalsir shrugs at Parity's comment. "We shall drepe them easily enough," he growls as he looks for tracks, "Any plan is as good as any other."

Beastfather knows that I haven't done enough fighting recently... especially after that poor showing last night.

Just let me know when Kvalsir is done chanting. I abhor aberrant and abriged alliteration, but I might pop up another post of it if Kvalsir's still doing so tomorrow. ;)

Also, prepping a CLW and a Feather Step. Any preferences for other spells? Kvalsir also has an Enlarge Person from his domain.

Well thankya. Here's a few more verses, then. Also, Goat gumbo, Harlan? I need to work that into a prayer somewhere....

Kvalsir continues his chant to Gozreh.

Thunder thane, thy wrath uncharted, II Bring your blessing to this bearer!
Bestial brother, bold and brazen! II Current carrier clad in clover!
Feral father form the fire, II Creeping claws and clashing teeth!
Veer the viking now voracious, II Send sure summons soon to see,
Craving combat coming closer, II Give the goblins grave and grief,
Fur and fang, form also feathers, II Bring the bear blood blooming bright!

Kvalsir lets out a massive yawn as he awakens to the smell of food. Gods but I feel better now! Probably best to be prepared for another ambush though... Sourly grunting to himself, he goes outside and sits down, quietly chanting Ulfen prayers to Gozreh as he does so.
Beastfather! Bearer of burdens! II I invoke your icy grasp!
Wavemaster! Wisest of wilden! II I deem doom deft for demons!
And so forth.

Kvalsir be preparing spells while the others talk. I'll switch them up and post again tomorrow afternoon (as I have a busy morning, this works out fairly well).
Also, I swear that I'll learn to write decent alliterative poetry one of these days....

Kvalsir listens with half an ear, a concerned look on his face as Harlan heals up. "Hah! The coin-jarl would not have been pleased if you did not return with us, lillebror!" He resists the urge to slap the halfling on the back, and suddenly looks confused. Did he say that he takes care of snakes?

Kvalsir reenters the house, growling as he sees the corpse on the floor. "Almost did for me and lillebror," he comments as he sheathes his weapons and kneels down near Harlan, holding one of his hands over his own wounds. "Don't worry, I'll do what I can." As he says this, he does a quick examination of Harlan, using skills picked up over multiple battlefields. Let the others talk, there is business to take care of. Hopefully he can be moved safely...

Erm... perhaps not, then. Kvalsir will instead Withdraw to just outside the door (or somewhere decently out of the creature's reach while maintining LoS), while I kick myself for not preparing a CLW.

Initiative: 17, HP: 1, AC: 16

Cursing at his current ineptitude, Kvalsir backs away from the creature to clear room for others. What manner of beast is this? A worthy foe... but first I must fix this damage. Limping away from the combat, he grabs Harlan and tries to move him out of the house. This does not bode well...

Initiative: 17, HP: 12, AC: 15

Kvalsir growls at the creature's trickery as he swipes at it again. "Blod og torden bære vår vrede!"

Edit: Changed AC to reflect flat-footed.

Initiative: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

Initiative: 17, HP: 12, AC: 16

Kvalsir lets out a mighty roar as the halfling reveals its true self, and draws his scimitar to hack at the goblin. "Finally, a fight!" he screams, brushing away his tiredness with blood rage. "Dø, djevel! Føl stål av bladet mitt!" Twice he strikes at the creature, to no effect, starting an Ulfen song of battle as he does so.

Kvalsir stands nearby scowling for much of the conversation, wishing that the talking would end so that he can get some sleep, the better to be prepared for killing later.

He yawns as Harlan and Maeve talk to the halfling, and idly glances around. Terrible place to call home. Better off somewhere settled; places like this fall easily to raiders. He snorts at the thought, considering the plan of attack that he'd make on such a stead. Probably more trouble than it's worth, though. Better to attack a town.

Perception Check: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Apologies for the delay in posting--my internet's been a bit spotty. Post incoming.

Kvalsir, whose thirst for combat had waned as the hours dragged on, frowned slightly and let out a sleepy yawn. He nods tiredly as the discussion goes on, and looks for a safe place to rest. Fartil dyrene, how much further? I thought that combat would be soon... bah! To be on a ship, raiding as we pleased again. At least there were no long marsjer to find ofrene to plunder...

He lets out a small sigh as he continues on, perking up slightly at his next thought. At least there will be bekjempe tomorrow. This is good.

Map received.

Kvalsir grins at Sandru's response, and happily sheathes his scimitar for the moment. "Is godt. Let us go a-viking, then, and see what these hunden morder have!"

"It's ProudFEET!"
As a side note, "hunden morder" is apparently "dog killer." Seemed like the best moniker for PF goblins.
Also, I'm set to go.

Kvalsir snorts at Heng's comment (Why would I avoid combat?) and mutters a quick prayer to the Beastfather before announcing "Move aside, halv-ork. An Ulfen learns to find prey and enemies by the time he turns six!."

Kvalsir frowns, disappointed that glorious combat has, once more, eluded him for the time being. "I don't care what they're using, but they are clearly en trussel. I serve the coin jarl, so if he says 'kill them,' then I kill." he turns to Sandru with a hopeful look on his face. "We will kill them, yes? Too long sitting means lei kriger, which is very bad for the surrounding town." He grins at this last part, trying to pass it off as a joke, but it's obvious that it was only partially so. The chance to fight then taken away? This would not be good for me.

With the wagon out of harm's way, Kvalsir takes a moment to catch his breath (and resist puking) before hearing the sounds of combat. "Utmerket!" he cries as he draws his sword and shield once more and charges howling toward the sounds.

Straining harder now, and letting out a string of curses in Ulfen, Kvalsir throws himself at the wagon with a final grunt of effort.

So I'm thinking that the barmaid just put us to shame, Heng.

Grunting with effort, Kvalsir braces himself against the wagon once more and redoubles his efforts. "Skyve, faen!" he bellows as he applies himself to the wagon.

Edit: The dice gods truly hate me right now.

Kvalsir lets out a loud yell as he spots the tracks, and jogs back to the others. "There are tracks leading away from here!" he says with a grin. This quickly turns to a frown as he notices the efforts to save the wagon, and the fact that wagons saved generally mean more gold and ale quickly penetrates his still-drunken state. Resheathing his scimitar and placing his shield on his back over his spear, Kvalsir moves to lend his muscles to the effort of saving the wagon. "Flytte, vogn!" he grunts as he tries to push it back with the others.

Kvalsir jumps off of his horse as well, and scowls as he draws his scimitar and shield and looks about. "Is there nothing left to fight?" he bellows as he looks furiously about for any sign of the attackers. "Did we ride here for ingenting?" He growls as he stalks about the destruction, ignoring the wounded in favor of trying to find their attackers

Kvalsir comes charging out of his room, wargear at the ready. "Where is the fjende?" he bellows as he brandishes his spear. His shield and scimitar are strapped on his back, and his sling and pouch of bullets sit ready on his belt. "Let us bring the wrath of the Beastfather upon them!"

Go go drunken barbarian guard!

As Harlan's words sink in, Kvalsir grins maniacally and stops waving his spear around. "Is that so? Then there is time to prepare!"

With that, he runs into the Inn, roaring at anyone nearby to get out of his way, and goes to his room to put on his armor and grab his shield and scimitar. Today is a fine day to fight!

Kvalsir growls as he runs outside, blinking in the sunlight. The lack of apparent foes clearly irritates him, and he sourly turns around and growls at the others as they exit the building. "Hvad? Where are the enemies?" As his bloodlust settles, he shakes his head, as if clearing it, and turns to Harlan, ignoring the horse. "Hrrm? Hurry where? Do you know where enemies await, lillebror?"

As he speaks, Kvalsir brandishes his spear, waving it wildly about as if this action in and of itself will help him find something to fight.

Let me know if the Ulfen *coughNorwegiancough* words get to be too much. Normally they won't pop up nearly this often, but Kvalsir is a wee bit drunk right now.

Kvalsir, stands and lets out a bestial roar. He grabs his spear from its convenient spot leaning against the wall behind him. Hearing the screams from outside, he drunkenly rushes to the entrance of the dragon, clearly ready for a fight despite his lack of armor. "Sandru, klar til kamp! Angrep!" (Translation: Sandru, ready for battle! Attack!)

He has a large grin on his face as he rushes outside, and is clearly looking forward to combat.

Kvalsir nods in approval as he accepts his ale, raising the flagon in thanks, but having the presence of mind (thanks to lessons taught in previous forays to the Rusty Dragon) not to try and pinch Maeve as she leaves. He has a drink before turning to the remnants of his dinner, and begins picking out the bits of meat that still remained after consuming most of his dinner. He lets out a roar of laughter from time to time as the song commences, otherwise content to drink and listen to the others for now.

Kvalsir laughs at Harlan's comments and empties his flagon as Sandru responds. "Aye, and nyte ish what I am doing right now... Is gut to hvile between campingvogn vokter, heya?" He turns his attention to Harlan. "And don't worry lillebror, you will be kept shafe on the vei." He tries to take another drink, and frowns as he notices his empty flagon. "Woman, more ale! I have a mighty thirst tonight!"

I enjoy using Google Translate far too much.

Kvalsir snorts and takes another large drink of ale before toasting Sandru back. "'sright. Quality over numbers--and none are better than the Ulfen!" He glances over to Harlan. "Boy, come and drink. One day soon you will be ready to come with Sandru--then you shall be blooded, and halfway to being a man!" He lets out a hearty laugh before continuing. "Then, we shall have to find you a woman! Perhaps a tame Talish lass!" He laughs at his own "cleverness" once more.

Why hello, my name is Kvalsir Bjornserkr, and I'll be your crass barbarian for the duration of the trip. The emergency exits are to the back of the wagon train and please remember, this is a non-smoking wagon.

Kvalsir downs some ale of his own before commenting. "Aye, and it will allow you to pay your employees, eh Sandru? After all, coin jarls rule by coin, and coin ensures a golden army--but without it, the gold leaves!" He laughs at his own cleverness (or at least what he sees as cleverness) before letting out a large belch.

Ah, these southern lands are not so bad at times--and coin for golden-haired Ulfen, ha! If I cannot go a-viking, then a coin thane I shall remain for now! And this jarl is at least unlikely to get his caravan sunk.

"Coin jarl" seems like a decent title for someone paying an Ulfen mercenary. Similarly, "coin thane" seems decent for the mercenary.

Ok, I think that Kvalsir's pretty much set, except for appearance and items (and a complete statblock, but the basics are already listed on the profile). I might also tweak his spells a bit, although I think that they should work fairly decently for scouting right now, if not combat.

Sure thing; I'll have Kvalsir finished by tomorrow morning. Need to poke through Ult. Combat a bit first, but I have a rough sketch of him (as a druid) up on the profile already.

Edit: Wait! I just got a great build idea for him as a Bard(Savage Skald)/Ninja combo! He'd be able to shapeshift with spells and....

J/k. Probably not terribly amusing, but adding this amused me for some reason.

Ja. Thinking about it, though, casting might be the way to go, for the sake of Magic Fang & such. As far as stats, if I went caster I was planning on 14/16/14/10/14/10. Starting at level 2, he could bump up his Strength to 18 for 4 rounds one combat a day with Shifter's Blessing--which would be enough to swing a few times before running back to shoot arrows.

My main concern is if I try to split his focus between that and ranged attacks, he'll get screwed over on ranged or both (which is probably the case).

Hrrm. Druid stat split: 16/10 or 12/14 or 13/10/16/10. Focus more purely on Strength, get decent spells, and, eventually, Wild Shape. Yessss.... as long as no one minds another melee, that may be the way to go.

Heh, the real problem here is that I think I'd enjoy both concepts :P I enjoy making characters and, once they're made, enjoy playing them, but I always have issues just picking something to play. Ah well I think I'll go Druid (barring any amazing things for the Ranger in Ult. Combat), and handle some of the buffing, Harlan. Definitely need to keep the other concept in mind for future games, though.

On a druid related note, how do you feel about me taking the Ferocity subdomain, Nomad? Bear Shaman's have access to the Strength domain, but Ferocity seems to fit better.

Thanks for the thoughts, all!

Edit: It also occurred to me that the Ranger would not be so great at lower levels, whereas the Druid starts out fairly strong, and will let me RP him growing closer to Gozreh as Beastfather, while still focusing on Bears.... Interesting.

Message sent off as well. Looks like a Gish-heavy party between Parity, Malnival, and Maeve (to some degree); should be quite interesting. Given the current party setup, I'm thinking that Kvalsir might be of most use as a Druid or Ranger. If Druid,I'm still thinking of going Bear Shaman for flavor, while the Ranger would still be a Shapeshifter, but one focused on a mix of ranged combat and using his shifting for melee.

Any thoughts on this (i.e. anyone feel the desperate need for Kvalsir to be something else)? Right now, I'm leaning toward the Ranger, as it wouldn't have to rely on casting as much, and would help justify getting some ranged combat in. Still not sure if I'll go caster Ranger or Skirmisher, but we'll have a few levels to work things out before that matters anyways.

Yay for game!

Could you let us know the current party makeup as well, Nomad? Since Kvalsir can go several different ways, I'd like to build him to try and fit any gaps that we currently have.

Also, would you have gone on any of Sandru's expeditions with him, Harlan? If so, we might want to work out how well Kvalsir and you know each other.

As far as the email thing, would it be acceptable (for you and Maeve) if you posted your email and had us all send you a message? That way, we wouldn't have to post our emails on the board, and we can still use MapTools (which I've never used before--should be interesting). I also feel a bit uncomfortable posting my email here, but I'm not sure how else this would be viable, short of a move to a different site (unless there's a way to post links here fairly easily. Dunno, still fairly new to these boards).

Heh. Human something. Do you want me to pick anything in particular, or are you fine with the open-ended character (mechanically speaking)?

Also, I have a rough sketch (w/o stats or anything) for each of my potential builds at level 1 on Kvalsir's profile.

Cheers, and good luck, all!

Here’s my (Kalizkan's) application with Kvalsir Bjornserkr. To summarize the “Mechanics” section, I have several ways of working this character out—as a ranger, a druid, or a barbarian. If you would like me to pick only one of them, please let me know, and I’ll start statting it out and let you know which one it is. I’d be happy with any of the builds mentioned, though.

Any feedback is welcome, and please let me know if you have any questions.

Edit: Hrrm. It just occured to me that I might be able to pull off this concept with a Synthesist Summmoner as well. Of course, the relative lack of arcane casters had nothing to do with me making this realization... >.> Actually, that's a rather intriguing idea, now that I think about it.