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309 posts. Alias of Loup Blanc.


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Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Prophet shrugs. "That's exactly what we can do if they don't shape up and start acting like decent folk." He grins as if at the thought and absently wipes some blood off his sword with one hand, bringing it up to inhale the heady, metallic scent. "I for one would be sorry if I didn't get the chance to kill anyone else, but if they'd rather work, I guess that'll have to do."


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Prophet slinks through the brush far more softly than he should, and it seems the spirits are with him as he approaches the camp. In fact, he makes it right up behind the fat man at the fire, crouched low in the foliage, just out of sight and too quiet to hear. That silence barely exists for the half-orc himself, though, as the blood rushes through his heart, his neck, beating in his temples. The lust of war fills him, and he has to contain his desire to strike until the others are ready. At that point, though, he rises, steps forward to plant his feet, and brings his greatsword down on Fat Norry. So this attack doesn't happen until the others are in position, but I'll roll it now to get it out of the way.

Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11 Spirit Surge: 1d6 ⇒ 4 Total 15.
Damage: 2d6 + 8 ⇒ (6, 1) + 8 = 15


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Well I figured we were all creeping up as close as we could before openly charging in, hopefully getting within a single move. I just didn't really want to be the first to roll...

Stealth: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (18) - 1 = 17

Despite his bulky sword and the rustling of his chain shirt, Prophet moves with a fair amount of quiet through the brush, creeping up on the camp and ready to attack.


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

"Y͝es͜,͏ ͢I̵ ̀s̷ho͞ul̴d͏ ̕t̴hi͢nk só.҉" Prophet growls, his voice clearly indicating he isn't sure why the question is even being raised. What sort of lulgijak wouldn't take out the third guard?


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

"Maybe they can't see the camp, but they'd likely notice us creeping up if we don't take care of them. I'm fine with any plan, just tell me when I should charge in." Prophet has his sword in hand, ready to attack as soon as the others are.


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

"It may be wise to wait, much as I'd love to strike now and drive them in fear. They aren't likely to surrender until many fall, and in the meanwhile we'd be outnumbered and likely to face arrows."

The half-orc cracks his neck and stares at the bandits' leader. "One thing when we do attack. The f́at ͟o͠ne ͏i͢s̀ m̡i̵n͞e̴.̕"


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

"Mmm." Prophet hums in agreement, surveying the scene with a practiced eye. "And this doesn't seem like a trap for an animal. It would batter and crush, and more work than its worth. Does a fine job of killing a man, though."

Knowledge (Local): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
Wondering if this is the sort of trap bandits in the area commonly employ, or something of that nature. Our hunter might be after a different kind of game.


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

"I can see in the night, and waking up between a full sleep will keep my spirit at the ready." Prophet sets his things down and looks around. "I'll take second or third, or wherever you need me. Wake me whenever."

Ş͢l̢e̷͢ep?̢ ͝No̵w͡?́ ̸̀W̛i̸̕͞t̨͠h̀ớu̶͘t̨ ̶́͜a͟ǹ̵y̵͏ ͢a̵͟c҉tiǫ̵͞n̕ ͜mór̸e̵̛ ͏͏ţh͢a̶͟n ̢͜o͝p̸͡e͠n̡͘i̡ņ̴g ̧a͟ ţ͏r̸a͢p ̕o͜n̛͝ ̨̕͏a̷͠ ̧͟l҉̨͝u̢lg̡͞i̵jąk̸̵'́͢s͢ l҉҉̸e̢̧͞g?̀҉ The Kordatar's voice echoes in Prophet's mind as he lies down, and the half-orc has to force it out.

I think I can promise blood and battle tomorrow. Vrasubatburuk ug butharubatgruiuk.

The medium has a sense of wary appeasement. V̢́ę͏r̵y̧̡͜ ̶͞we͘҉̧lļ̕.̀͡

Good to move forward here.


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Prophet set off with the others shortly after the decision was made. After only a short while down the trail, he reached around and pulled his greatsword from its sheath, as well as the candles from his bag. "Have to do it on the move again," he muttered, then looked up to the rest of the party. "Excuse me while I do this. I should keep up fine, just don't expect me to say anything for a little while." With that, he closed his eyes and began to hum.

The Seance:
The seance begins much as it did last time, with Prophet running his hand along the blade of his sword. His fingers swirl up and down, drawing patterns of warmth across the cold steel before it dissipates back into the air. His throaty humming rises and falls almost in time with the motions, the tempo picking up as time goes on from a slow grumble to more songlike.

After several minutes of this, the half-orc begins taking the candles in hand from where they were balanced on his shoulders. At the same time, his hum turns to a chant once again, low and calm at first. It grows with time though, and escalates a little with each candle placed--this time by wedging them onto the edge of the blade. He doesn't press them hard, and by all rights it doesn't seem that they should stick, but they remain in place as he lets each go. Once all are placed, he reaches into his bag and pulls out the flint and incense. These he runs along the sword's surface in the same manner as the last time, chanting as they scrape along six times. His eyes open as he brings it up again, and anyone looking can clearly see that the orbs are milky white.

The seventh strike lights the incense, and he slowly and unerringly lights each candle. Finally, he places the incense on the tip of the sword, where it balances despite the precarious position. At this point Prophet drops the flint back into his bag and grips the hilt with both hands, ceasing his chant as though waiting.

M̷̕a͘l̨̨͡ą̵z͏̷̢ ͜T̢͏a̡͢r̷̢ņ͝͡. Y̶̷o̷͢ú̸ ̶̀c͟a͏l̸̀͟l͝͏ ͟a̡̧ǵ͝ai͟n ͡s͏͢͡o͜͜͏ ̵͢͟s͏o̕ơ̸n̛.͝ The Kordatar's voice is as strong as ever, but more sated this time. Pleased to be welcomed again.

There is always danger in the world, Kordatar. There is always a place for the strong of heart and arm.

T̴͟h̢e ̵̸A̸n͝҉g G̷̛͘i̸̧j̡a͜k̷͝͠-͏I̴s̢͝h̡͘͠i̷.͡ Th̨̨̛e̵̷҉ ́͘͞ć̸h̶͠ild͝r̶͜e͜n ͢ó̡f̀҉ ̸̡̛w̢͢aŗ.͘ ̀Ý̸o͜u̵̢͟ ̢͘t̴̡͞h͏in̶k̵̡͡ y͜o̴̕u̡͡r̷s̀e͏l̀f̷͏ ̴͟͝on͜e ́͜o̧f͝ t̸h͝ę͜s̢e,́͢ ͏c̵h̷i͟l͝d̵̷ ͝o̷͟͢f ̸͏͢M̴a̢͘ń̨͞?̶̢ The voice takes on an almost threatening tone, but Prophet is used to this.

I think you are the greatest of them all. You are the champion of the Angijak. You are the power of the blood and the spirit. Between us we will take blood.

A pause, and then: A͜͠s̶̨̛ḩ́d͜a̡u̷t͘a̛͠ś ̛͡v҉̸r̸a̷҉su̶̕͜b̡̨a͝t͘l͘͏a͏t͢,͏̨ ̷͡͏M̴͠al̢͘͠a̷̧̛z͘ ̶̨T̷҉ąr͜n̸.̢̨͢ The sign of appeasement from the Kordatar.

Nar udautas.

With that, Prophet opens his eyes, and they are once more their customary amber. "Mi͝r͢dautas̡ vr̛a̕s."

At the camp, Prophet curses as he hears the shouts of pain, and he glances over to see the elves clutching at their legs. He quickly scans the area and triggers another trap with a nearby branch, then strides over to the injured travelers. "Ma̶ba͏j͢ b̡ot ob̡ ͞arm̸a̡uk," he mutters, kneeling down before Annika's trap and placing his hands on it. "T͞his wįl͟l͠ hur̴t́ lįk̢e a͡ ́ẃhor͠e."

Strength: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Prophet shakes his head at Annika's comment. "It's not my point. A village is a village. Everything out here is dangerous and folks should know that. But you and the diplomat here seemed set on helping anyone and everyone we could for the sake of it." He shrugs. "Me, I think a village might be more likely to reward us for help."

The half-orc stands up and stretches as the others seem to commit more towards this path, but his eyes narrow as it becomes more and more apparent that Jhod is hiding something. When Theo speaks up, Prophet steps toward the old man. "Aye, it can wait... unless it's something we should know beforehand." He approaches the elderly traveler and folds his arms, glowering over him. "What aren't you telling us, wanderer? If we get killed out there, it'll be on your head if what you know could save us."


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

"Just think helping a village full of people would be higher priority for some of us than tramping around in a cave for who-knows-what." Prophet shrugs. "Either way suits me fine."


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Prophet frowns at the mention of 'something wrong' in the temple, and he shakes his head at Gallidren's suggestion. "Look, don't get me wrong. Erastil's a powerful god here, and I'd love to be paid for my time, but we know next to nothing about that place, and if the old man's been called to fix it then why should we get involved? It's his task." The half-orc taps the table. "You were all excited to rescue some poor villagers, probably for no payment at all, and now you're springing to go exploring some cave on the word of some graybeard?"


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 8

Prophet eyes the old man suspiciously, but it's founded more on his general mistrust of strange travelers than any specific response to this individual. "Aye, bring him in. What skills have you, elder? Beyond disturbing sleep and proclaiming faith."


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Prophet snorts. "It's your 'duty' to protect your damn self, and it's good fortune that brings someone else to help you. But I agree--if there's a village out there nobody knows about but bandits, that spells trouble for everybody there. And it may lead us to more information about the damned Stag." The half-orc leans back and sniffs. "Drink today, battle tomorrow, then? Set out at first light for that village? Unless you want to travel at night."


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Still here, just been busy and haven't been sure of how to respond.


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Prophet nods. "Something like that." He glances to Creon as the android grips his glass tighter, and mutters, but he turns back to Oleg. "The b*tch had a map with several points marked out. More bandit nests in the region. We'll go have a look there, clean up the area. We know roughly where the Stag Lord rests, but we don't know exactly where, or how many men are there."

The half-orc leans back in thought for a few seconds. "He's a right bastard, but he needs a large force to do what he does. We kick his legs out from under him, he'll fall like anyone else."


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Prophet drinks deeply, and lets Creon give his own barebones account of what occurred at the bandit encampment. When Oleg asks about the ring, he shakes his head sadly and sets the cup down. "We didn't find it, Oleg. I would guess it was given to her leader, the Stag Lord. We'll find that bastard, though. And we'll get your ring."


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

"Bah." Prophet grunts and shakes his head. "If some of you wish to speak with the man, by all means. Perhaps our more honorable speakers would like to discuss things with him, and drop off the new laborers?" The half-orc looks sidelong at Annika and Theo, but hsi voice suggests he's jesting.

"As for myself, well." He glances back to the entrance. "I think I've already had enough of soldiers for the day. What I'd like now is a seat, a drink, a meal, and we can tell you what happened out there."


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

"That it will be. But before then, if you don't mind, I think a hearty victory meal is in order." Prophet looks to the others as he slides the charter back into his pack. "We had hard fighting yesterday, and warm bellies would do us good."


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Prophet growls audibly. "What do you think I just hit you with? Or do I need to grind it into your head?"


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Prophet scowls when the group is stopped by the apparent new arrivals, and he slides from his horse and steps up to them, reaching into his pack. "What's this, the post gets protection after the need is gone? Wonderful of Restov to finally reach out its hand. Too bad we already took care of the problem." He gestures back to the bandits, then slaps a roll of parchment into the man's chest--his charter. "You're here for Restov, we're here for all of Brevoy. Now get out of my way, little man."

Intimidate: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Prophet awakens with the others the next morning, and he seems back to the way he was back at the trading post and on the road. While still fit as any half-orc might be expected to be, he's lost some of that warrior's edge, and once again the greatsword somehow looks a little out of place on his back. He takes breakfast with the rest of the group without comment and nods. "Agreed. We should get them back to the trading post, and move from there. Some of the points the woman mentioned yesterday seemed of interest."


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Prophet elects to take a late watch in the dead of night.
Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Prophet turns to regard the paladin, and he watches him for a long moment before saying anything. When he does, his voice is his own, if only for now. "The hardest part of life here is that you can only save one person. Yourself. She chose not to."


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
Prophet shrugs and steps forward, planting a foot on her stomach. When he speaks, his voice is no longer raging: it has only the cold, emotionless tone of death. "A̷ ̶҉d͘e͢al̴'͜s̶̨҉ ͘a̵ ͜d͞e̵a͡l͜.́͢͝" He kicks out her other elbow and plants his foot on her palm, then grunts as he swings his sword down. Another spurt of blood jets out over his boot, and Kressle's second hand joins her first in lying on the ground. Prophet then rams his sword straight down through the woman's stomach, just under her ribcage. She isn't quite dead yet--she's pinned to the ground and her spine is severed, but she'll have time to realize what's happened for a moment before bleeding out.

"S͢ay̡ ̛h͢éll͘o ҉t͡o̸ ̀ţh̶e͝ Ab̡ỳss̨ ̕f̷or̶ me̷,̕ ̢w͝i̛ļl̸ you?" With that he reaches behind her and grabs whatever she was reaching for as he watches the woman die.


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

I'll post my level up stuff here, I guess.

At second level Prophet gets shared seance, which will let him share his seance boon with folks pretty much all the time. Effectively this is going to give the party +2 to weapon damage most days.

He also gets taboo, which will give me a limited resource for using spirit surge more often without taking serious penalties from influence. I'll be adding the taboos into his profile.

Another spell known at 0-level, so I'll add that, and my skills all go up obviously. Also just realized I haven't redone my Background Skills, I'll take care of that.

Hit Die: 1d8 ⇒ 6 Cool, slightly less squishy.


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 18
Prophet slaps her again when she spits, and he clenches his fist several times. "Cle͜arly ̀no҉ o҉n͏e ̧t͠òld ̧yo̵u͢ ab̀out̕ ͞H̛a͟pp҉s͝.͝ A͡h ̢well.͜" He looks to Theo and shakes his head, almost clearly echoing Kressle's own thoughts to some extent. "S̸h͏e i̡sn̛'͞t͞ ́giv̵i͢n͘ģ us̢ i̷nfo̧rma̧t̨io͘n,̸ s̀h̛e̡'̡s͜ c͝l͟ea͞rly̷ too dan͏ge̷rou͡s͠ ͡to ͟leţ liv͘e̸ as she ͝is̶, ̀bu͠t̨ ͘we҉ ̨d̵o͞n̕'t͝ ͟w͠a͟nt t̨o put̢ her ͞t͏o ҉death͏.̧ ͜S̡ơ ̴here'͢s͟ wh͢at͏ ͜w̸e͠'̧ļl d̸o̧."

The half-orc quickly grabs one of Kressle's arms with one hand, and grabs his greatsword with another. With a growl, he brings the blade around in a vicious arc and slashes through the woman's arm near the wrist, severing her hand. He lets her go with a slight shove, glaring down at the bloody stump before turning his eyes to hers.

"T͟el̵l͘ ͞u̡s ̢w̴hat͠ yơu ha̶ve to he̷a͘l̛ t͞h́e̡ hal̵f̸-elf,̶ ̕a͞n̢d͞ ҉w̡here̴ t͞he̴ Ştag ̧L̷or̶d'̨s ̶f͞o͡r͟t is, and ͢y̡o͜u͏ ̧g̛ęt͞ ̧t̷o ke̶ep th͟e͠ ơt͡her̨ o͘n̨è." It's clear in Prophet's voice that the offer will only be given once.


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Prophet slaps Kressle across the face--a hard, ringing backhand. A slap that shows dominance and dismissal. He then brings his head up and closes his eyes, breathing heavily as the veins in his neck stand out. Calm yourself. He exhales slowly and turns his gaze back to Kressle. "I ̕knǫw͘ o͠f̀ ͡t͡h͞e̢ Ştag ̵Lo͏rd̢'s̡ positio̸n. ̷I̡ ͢wąs ̶ask̛i̧ng͠ ͏f̶or̶ ̷h͟is ͘na͢me a͝n̶d ͘locàt̶i͞on͟.̸ ̸Bu͢t͞ cl҉e̸aving a͞ ̀m͏a͟n҉ i͢n͡ ͞ţw̛ó ̢wit̶h a̵ ͟s̵wip̧e ǫf̵ ̵h͝i͝s ͝bla͡d͞è?"

The half-orc gestures to the men he killed moments ago. "Perha̛p͜s ̴t͢o a̸ ̛l̛ul͢gi̵j͡ak͜ l͡i̛k̸e ̷y͢o͢u̵r̶s̢e̴lf, ́th̢is is im͡pr̶es͞s̕i͢v̨e̵. ̛But n͞o̢t҉ s̕o for me. ̷D͠o͝ ̢y̨o̶u h͢av͟e a̶n͘y͘ ús̴ȩf̡ul inf͜or̀maţi̷on?̀" Throughout this process he maintains a grip on Kressle's collar, making sure the woman doesn't try to escape.


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Prophet heaves a few more breaths as Kressle throws down her weapons. His muscles flex and relax, his fists clench around the hilt of his sword, and for a moment it seems he's going to run the woman through. When she makes her final comment, though, he finally acts decisively, once again plunging his sword through a bandit's corpse. He then grabs Kressle by the collar and hauls her close, where he snarls in her face.

"Ḿy ͝wors͘t?̸ ͜Y͜ou can't͞ ͡even҉ b̢e͢gin t͠o͞ i͝ma͘gine ̷t̨hat.̀ ̧An̡d ͞I'll ̶k̛e̵èp̢ ̶i͘t҉ ̕that̵ way͘ on͜ on͏e̵ ̧con͢d̵it̸io̴n͜." With a quick move, Prophet kicks out one of her knees from the front, not hard enough to break the joint, but enough to cause a spike of pain and drive the woman from her feet. "Ẃ͡H͠O̕͟ ͢͝͡I̢͢S̴̢̀ ͞TH́͏̕È̶͞ ̨̨S̨͟͡T̵A̸G̵̕ ҉L̡̨͝Ò͟R͡D͢͝? ̢͞W̸͞H̶̛ÈRE ̶̨͘I͏͠͠S͘ ͢͡H́E?̷"

Intimidate: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Prophet only presses the attack as he beheads one man and sees Annika fall to the axe-wielding woman. Most of him cries out to attack her, the clear leader and most challenging foe, but he maintains control and simply assaults the next of the bandits in line. Content yourself to revel in all bloodshed.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 - 2 ⇒ (8) + 6 - 2 = 12 Gonna use Spirit Surge to add some to this.
Spirit Surge: 1d6 ⇒ 1 Meh, only up to a 13. Still, might make the difference.
Damage: 3d6 + 10 ⇒ (3, 6, 4) + 10 = 23


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)
Annika Valarius wrote:
Orcs are also horribly improperly rated. They're labelled as CR 1/3, but their closer to CR 1 or 2 each and rarely come in anything less than raiding parties of several. The CR system is less than accurate on a good day and you know it.

Oh, I know that. Just pointint out that even threats often thought of as relatively trivial can definitely put the hurt on you. Teamwork feats also add to the craze, though. Makes sense for a group of bandits to have them if they can, though.


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

To be fair, if you were at full HP it wouldn't have quite dropped you, although 11 damage is certainly nothing to sneeze at. But keeping in mind that at 1st level most martials are still fairly squishy by damage standards. Especially a boss type should be decently built, and if I were making a melee type, I'd give them decent Strength, say 16, and a two-handed weapon, say a greatsword. That right there is 2d6+4 damage, which averages to 11. Any well-built PC is doing loads more than that, even.

Need we remember orcs, the CR 1/3 monster with 2d4+4 damage, an 18-20/x2 crit range, and effectively almost 20 hit points. It can be tough to build something you can actually call a warrior that isn't capable of one-shotting a 1st-level PC on occasion. It's mostly the reason I like to start games at a slightly higher level, even just 2 or 3, and usually with max HP for those first couple.


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Prophet lets out a roar of anger and then pain, as his focus shifts from the woman running out into the clearing to the bandits attacking him. He doubles over from the gut slash for a moment, but the power of the Kordator fills him with strength, and he brings his sword up once again, slashing viciously at the bandit who injured him so.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 - 2 ⇒ (11) + 6 - 2 = 15
Damage: 3d6 + 10 ⇒ (3, 2, 2) + 10 = 17


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Prophet feels the ring of steel on steel, and his shoulder twists slightly. He only roars out a laugh, though, and brings his blade up and around again, to come crashing down on the enemy before him.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Damage: 3d6 + 10 ⇒ (4, 4, 5) + 10 = 23

As that bandit is split from shoulder to thigh (I'm assuming), the half-orc roars again and steps up to the next, sweeping his blade before him.


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Prophet waits for a moment as the battle begins, trying to focus himself and retain control. Already the Kordator is surging within him, seeking to spread wanton destruction. Yo͏u̢ ̛fe͠e̶l̡ ͝it,́ ͠t͢oo̕.̛ ͏It͡ i̶s̀ y͘ǫur ̸l͞èg͡acy̵. K҉il̨l̶ the̷m̢ ̨al̵l̡.̡

Growling, Prophet moves forward. Perhaps. But for now, I leave it to you. Have fun. Feeling the spirit's power grow within him, he rushes forward, bringing his greatsword around at the same target Annika had hit.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20
Damage: 2d6 + 8 ⇒ (2, 1) + 8 = 11


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Prophet narrows his eyes at the elf, but accepts his spell. Why would he call me that? Surely he doesn't know me.

A͞͏ĺ̨l̴͏ ͝l̵͝u̷l̡g̕i͏j͝aḱ̡s͜ ̷͘arę̵̀ ͡͡t̡͡h̨e̕͢ ҉s̷ą̷m̵̢e҉͏. ͢I̵̛t̷̢ ̶͘͟is o̧̢nl͏̷y̢ ̛͜f̷̨l̶̴̨ò̵w̵er̶͘̕y̷͡ ̶̧̛s҉́p̧̀e̸҉e̕͘ch͜, ̨́͟ş̀ì̀́l̷͠v͘͘͝e̛͡r ̵ţ̨o͏̷͏ng͟͝u͢e̶̶ t͞o̴͜͢ ̴m̴ak͢e ̴͝u̡p͏͞҉ ̀̀f̴͞o͘r̵ la̴͘ç̀͝k̴͢ ̕of́҉ ̨s̸̡̢te͢el ̕͜a̷͠r̶̢m̢͜s̡̛.̨͟

Prophet shakes his head and focuses forward, ready to spring into action when the time comes.


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Prophet offers a nod and moves into position with Annika and Gallidren. Once there, he readies his sword and gives the elves a grin. "M̕i̕r̡daut̡as ́v̷r̶a̛s̕."


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Having stood by while the more tactically-minded planned, Prophet now snorts. "Bah͞.҉ ͞This͡ s̸te̷al̵th͞ i͟s ҉m̕ore tr̀o҉ubl͜e͢ tha̵ń ̸it's ̴w̨ort̡h. Ou͟r͜ su͞rpri̶se҉ ́wa͝s͏ ͠r̷uined͝ ͞w̶he͜ń we ̵l͡et an͡y ̴of͢ ͘t́h̶ís̵ ͏ilk liv͞e ̡before.͘ ̛W͏e̢ ̨sho̡ul͜d ro͟u̡t͞ t͠he͢m ̷f͏aşt̶." He runs a hand along his sword's blade and grins. "Oúr͜ ̷a͜ŕc̴h͡er͢s ̛f̢ire t̕h͠e̡ ̸gu̡a͘ŕd͠s͝ ̛a̵nd ͢t́h͟e ͡re̸s̷t ̧of u̴s҉ ͘r͞u͠sh̕ ͡i͞ņ.̸"


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

The half-orc slowly releases his tight grip on the sword as the conversation with the kobolds comes to an end. He turns to the elf and grunts. "I ͟am̢ Ma͏laz Tarn͞,͜ á local ơf t͡h͏ese͝ ̛l͠an̡ds. ͟I̸'͘ve liv͢e̷d̕ ͠ḩe̴ŗe͢ ͢a̵s҉ a̧... se̶t̡tl̴e͢r҉, f͘o̴r̷ ̸so͜me tim̡e.͟ ͠S̀o̸ f͞a͏r͞ ͘we'v͡e ͝ki͏l̕l͡e͢d ̷a͟ ̷f̀ew̧ w̛o̡rth̶l͞e̷ss̢ ban̷d͞its̕, an̨d̷ ̀n̡o͏w͢ ẃé'r̶e͞ ͝ơn ͡t̴h̢e͟ ̵w̷a͟y̵ ̷t̸o ki͞l͠l ̴t͟hat w͟ǫmąn ̵yo̕u̵ me̛n̢tiòņed. ͢Ỳóu͢'r̛e̶ ͡w̢elc͡o͏me̸ t͏o̷ ̷j̶oįn͟ us if you ҉w͝a̸n҉t.̛" His voice continues to have the menacing growl.

Bluff: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
Well, most of you probably get a sense that he's not sharing the whole truth.


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Prophet growls and shifts his hands to get a new, firmer grip on the sword's hilt. "T͏he͞y͞'̨r̕e g͠o͞i͏ng ̡t̵o̷ run̢..." he hisses, gazing sidelong at the others. "We̢ şho̷uld ̸str̕ik͝e ̸nów, b͘e̶f͘ór͝e th̸e̵y̕ ha̧ve͠ ͝a҉ ́çhanc̀e.͡ K̨i̵l̸l ̕them͜ ̢er͡e̶ t͟hey ̡d̶raw a͢ ͢w̡eáp҉o͠n̶."


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Prophet stands down for a moment as the newcomers approach, and though it's tough for him to do so, he lets the half-elf swordswoman do the talking. We ͜are b̶e͏s̡t͏ a̡t̷ ҉k̸i͜ll̶in̶g n̢ow̶, M̢al̡a̡z. Let͟ ̀others͠ dơ ̛t̢h͝e ̢soft ̛talk͏i̕n̛g.̸ The Kordator's voice was strong in his mind, and Prophet caught himself nodding for a moment before he shook it off. I'm fine with words, Swordsman. It is you who chooses only the blade.

When he notices the kobolds, though, a grin spreads across his face, and he steps forward, drawing the sword out of its scabbard and resting it on his shoulder. He pauses as the new elf steps toward the kobolds and starts talking to them in some other language, and stands by, holding his relic loosely in one hand. If the elf wanted to talk, let him. Sooner or later, the killing would start again. Prophet--and the spirit inhabiting his form--could wait.


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Prophet grins widely and nods. "A̧gr͘e͏e̸d͟. ́L͟e͘t's ͜ge͢t̸ o̶ǹ ͡th̸e͠ road̵ a̷nd̨ ͢f̛ind so̸me̶ ̨more̴ ̀b̛andi̕ts to̕ ki̶ll̴!" With that, he retrieves his bag from the storage house, slings the greatsword's scabbard around his waist and straps it to his belt, and sets off toward the gate of the compound, trusting the others to grab the map and follow.


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Oh boy, another elf. Shaping up to be fun times, huh?

But seriously, welcome to the game! Look forward to playing with you.


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Prophet nods, and he seems more relaxed again. When he speaks, the timeless warrior's tone has come back into his voice. "A̧g͘r̸e̛e̸d͡.҉ ̶See̡i̶ng̨ ̢a͏s ̸w̴e ͠lost̢ no̵ r͞esou̧rce͝s͘ ҉i̸n͝ ͟t̷ḩi̵s̨ ͜f͢i͝g҉h͠t, ͞we could e̕a͠siĺy͢ purs̴u̸e ̸th̶e͠ ba͟n̷d͡it̴s̛ ͢t҉o t҉he̢ir ća͜m͜p ́a͠nd ̶engag̛e͘ ͝t͏hem ͞t͏her̵e͝.̨ An̨o͟thér͜ ͝swift̶ ͘a͠ss̵a͠ult ͟to ̡s̡end͡ ̀th̵em r̴u̷nni̸n͝g, in th̸is͘ ̢li͏f̸e̶ or͡ ̷the ̕ņext.̡" He grins and wrenches his sword from Happs's body, and with a deft swing, flicks the blood clean from the blade. "A͢s ̸f͠o͟r t̕h̢e whe̛l͡p ͝surv̨iv͞o̶rs̀,̢ ̷I t̸ruşt y̴ou̢ ̸have͟ ̡a ͘j͞a̡i̕l ̡of ͞so͟m҉e̵ ̵ki͝n̕ḑ,̴ ́Ol̛eg?"


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Prophet snarls and looks sidelong at Annika. Th͜e ̷lu͟l͡gij̴a̵k̀ sp͜e҉a͏ks̨ weąkne͠s̡s̨.̸ Kill̨ t̡h̛e͡s͠e͡ ͘w͏hel̡pś ańd̵ ͠h͢a͢ve d̡o̢ņe wit̸h it. The half-orc's muscles tense and his whole body seems to strain for a moment. Then, with a grunt, he shoves the bandit away from him and to his knees. Stepping back, he flexes the metal-clad fingers, rubbing the wrist with his free hand.

After a long pause, he speaks again, and his voice is strained, but has lost the savage edge it's taken on since his seance. "You're right." He coughs and turns his gaze to the bandit on the ground. "One more question. Answer the truth, and you get the promise. I won't even hurt you." At this he twitches, winces his eyes shut, and clenches his muscles again. Finally, he opens his eyes and exhales heavily. "Where did you camp? Show us on a map."


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Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

"D̀ŕegot̛h͟?" Prophet turns to the bandit and approaches, staring at him hard. He reaches out with his cestus and strokes the man's cheek, dragging the blade tips across the skin, just enough to feel, not drawing any blood. He turns his head slightly, as if musing, and directs his gaze pointedly to the greatsword sticking out of Happs's still-smoldering corpse. "I a͢sk̨e̕d҉ ͠á ̧ḑoz̸en b́a̢n̵di̸ţs͢ who̶ ͜t͜he S͡tag̨ ̸Lord̡ is͠. Wh͘a̢t ̸d̡ǫ ̡y͞ou͡ think ̵the rig̷ht a͟ns҉wer w̕as̡?"

Regardless of what the man says (and with even more vigor if he stammers or tries to protest), Prophet lets out a ferocious shout, bordering on an animal scream. As he does so, he grabs one of the other bandits and throws the man to the ground. It doesn't hurt him beyond a bruise, but the half-orc snarls and grabs the original bandit (the one who's been answering questions) by the collar.

"Wr̵o͜n̛g̢ a̧ńs̀w͝er͘. And ́r͏ememb̵er, ̶I͢ ̨m͞àde n͜o̢ ̨pr͡o͜m̷i̢s͠e͡s͜.̡ ̛N͟ơw͠: W͞ho. ̧Is.̶ Th̀e St͞ąg ͟L̴òrd?" Prophet stares into the man's eyes, hate and bloodlust filling his own.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Prophet grins wildly as his sword carves through Happs's torso, the savage joy of bloodletting spreading over the half-orc's face. He wrenches the blade out as the man falls, and though there is a moment of confusion when the fire bursts out, the warrior doesn't falter. He lets out a grim laugh, watching as chaos erupts among the bandits and they turn tail to run. Just as I thought. Break their leader, and the rest will flee.

Although the spirit within him calls for him to rush after the fleeing bandits, to cut them down and revel in their demise, Prophet gives it only some small satisfaction. He steps forward amid the dying flames and raises his sword high. After a moment's pause for reflection--and an Orcish curse spoken just under his breath--he plunges the blade down, cracking through Happs's ribs and spine, and leaves it there to soak in the blood as he approaches the remaining bandits.

At Annika's question, Prophet turns to her. She sees the same animal, predatory glimmer in his eyes and grin that Theo noticed earlier, easy to see in close quarters without combat raging. The half-orc raises an eyebrow, almost as if he doesn't understand her question. "I̕ ͞s̀a̧i̛d ̛w͠e ͢w͠ould͠ h̨it҉ h̸a͞rd, dr̨iv͢e t͘h͡em͘ ͏b͜e͝f̛o̵re ̢ús͘,҉ ỳeah? A̧n͟d́ ̧ņow͘ w͞ę ͏ha̴ve. ́S͏e̵e how t͡he̡y r͏un,͝ ͝a̴nd̛ ͝we̵ ͠ha̢v̸e ̛n͡o l̶o̕s͢s̡es? T̴hi̶s̨ i̶s҉ ̡a ́v͘ict́ory ͜w̧ith͞ou͏t ̢ques͟tio͡n͡."

With that, Prophet makes his way toward some of the other bandits, leaving Theo to deal with the one he's chosen to question. "Y̡o̵u ̀w̸it͏ne̡ss my̶ ̶ḿig̶h̕t̨ an͢d̨ see͡ yo͞u̧r lead̢er̶ ͝d̶e̡a̸d͡. ̀M͠ak̸íņg ̛any̕ moves̡ ͝wo͞uld͏ be a ͘ba̸d id̷e̸a̧,̛ y͢ea͜h?" He raises his cestus'd hand, the metal gleaming in the sun, and hooks a thumb back at Happs's body, still burning and with a greatsword shoved into it.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 9 + 1 = 13


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

"V͞r҉a̡sub̸a҉tl̷ąt̢ ̧ud͞a̵u͜t͜a҉s͝!" Prophet's cry is a hideous growling shriek, filled with bloodlust and hate. He rushes forward, his sword trailing behind him, and leaps across the strewn debris hiding the bear traps. Landing on the far side, he brings the sword up and around, aiming to slash straight through Happs's armpit and out his opposite shoulder.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14

Charge Attack: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 6 + 2 = 21
Damage: 2d6 + 8 ⇒ (6, 6) + 8 = 20
Sheeit. Maybe even succeeded at that goal.


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Prophet grins and nods at Theodore's response. "Th̡at͘'s rig͠ht, H͏apps.̷ ̡Yo̶u'v҉e got͝ ̴on̡e ̷o͠pt̢įo̢n ̶h͝ere͏. ͞On̴l̢y c̨h̛oic̸e͞ is w͠h̛et̕her̸ ̶yo͝u͠ die ̕l͢i͞ke͠ ̢a ̶ma̡n,̴ ͝or͘ ̨a ̵dog." Prophet shifts his stance and grips his greatsword with his off hand, still held loosely and pointing toward the ground, but ready to fight. "N̷ar̷ ̨m̢at͜ ̀k͟or͡dh-̡i͡s͏h͞i͠."

Intimidate Aid Another: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22


Male Half-Orc Medium (Relic Channeler) 2 | HP 18/18 | AC 15, touch 11, FF 14, CMD 15 | Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +4 | Init +1, Perception +5 (darkvision 60 ft)

Ah--the map made it look like it had doors going on, so I figured it did and we could wait behind those. In that case, I'll just be outside with Theo, cause Prophet isn't good at Stealth unless he's channeling the right spirit. Also, on that note, to all: Don't know how much you might have looked at Prophet's sheet, but he's no longer a synthesist summoner--he's now a medium from Occult Adventures, since I thought that fit his concept better (and isn't stupid powerful), and Jon let me rebuild since we hadn't done any combat yet.

Prophet fights the urge to charge into battle, suppressing the spirit of wrath and vigor that surges through him. Instead, he lets his greatsword hang idle at his side, loose in his grip, and shakes his head. "Y͡o͢u͢ ͝mistake͜, fe͡llo͝w. ́Ẁe̢'re ̕o̵nĺy͝ ͠p͘as̶s͏in҉g th͘rou͘g̛h, ҉d̷o͠n'̨t ̕w̢an̡t͡ tro͠ub͝l҉e.̨H͞elp͠ ҉y̢oưrse̵l̶v͞ȩs." He steps to the side and gestures at the stores. "We ͢w̶ere҉ ̀si͜m̷ply in͠s͡pe̴c҉t̨in̸g ̨t́hei̴r ̀wàr̡es̵."

Bluff: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 7 + 1 = 9 (+1 is from campaign trait)
Well, I'm about to get shot.

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