Rodergo Xativa's page

My dad gave me a bow and arrow when I was four, with steel tip target arrows; there's a picture of me somewhere with a little paper native american feather headdress, kneeling 5 feet in front of a target....my dad really liked bows and arrows. His primary question when there's a medieval movie is "was there any archery in it?"
I don't let my kids play with bows and arrows though. I was a pretty mellow kid though; my kids are maniacs.

Having shot actual arrows in the meat world,....

1 when one of those three feathers is missing, an arrow doesn't necessarily want to fly straight

2 after hitting something hard, you often bend and warp the shaft a little, and it doesn't fly straight

Neither of these factors would be mitigated by an adamantine arrowhead, so the rule actually looks good to me in real life; though I doubt anybody's done ballistics on arrows to statistically prove the 50%....
Though I bet a warp wood spell would fix some damaged arrows, and you can glue feathers back on, although the arrow's probably bent allready, so it's less time consuming to just buy more.

AG 26; that's my final answer.

spiritual weapon on construct 2.

1d20 + 11 ⇒ (19) + 11 = 30 damage 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

and again;
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12 damage 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

then
cast bull's strength on myself, in contemplation of melee, and move to w23. Then move to AG 26; seeing if me dicking about with their collection draws their attention.....
Move to AC 16, in case I should have to start healbombing the Lone Gunman...

spiritual weapon on cc 2.

to hit1d20 + 13 ⇒ (10) + 13 = 23

damage 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

fervor effect: +2 attack/dodge ac/reflex saves

Ogay missed that....moving to ac 22 I get everybody but Runzyl in.
I bless fervor on everybody but Rolund
(nothing personal; he gets mad every time I cast stuff on him).
So....
Bor
Basher
Lightbringer
Ez
Me
Gil
and Janosz
get the spell.

It's good for everybody. Even mages!

also move to ac 22. I could get everybody but Runzyl in. We're too spread out; sorry....

casting thiis!!!
Blessing of Fervor each ally can choose once a round to:
*move 30 feet faster,
*take 1 extra attack in a full round attack,
*stand up as a swift action, no aoo,
*+2 attack/dogde ac/reflex saves,
OR
*cast one spell of 2nd level or below as if enlarged, extended,silent or still,
each is chosen every round for 1 round per my level.

each of my allies can do any one of these things, for seven rounds, changing each round per his or her preference. They do not stack with haste.

I'm thinking that my fervor spell might be necessary right here right now.

What a complete bastard thing to do. They're f~$@ed in the head.
They make me want to destroy.

AG 19.

Init 1d20 ⇒ 4

Oh; can we....uh....use spells from the APG?.....heh heh....

Init 1d20 ⇒ 15

Oh; can we....uh....use spells from the APG?.....heh heh....

I think I gotta roll a couplea initiatives or something.....I'll get on it soon, but I have some spackle to remove from inside my nasopharynx first.

Hi ho;
all games....
Aleph's leveled,
Rodergo picked spells;
if something gets rolling somebody feel free to npc either of them or Hudak,......I'm crapping out tonight coz I still feel like s#%*.

blessing of fervor...
I can make each of my allies, for 1 round per my level....
move 30 feet faster,
take 1 extra attack in a full round attack,
stand up as a swift action, no aoo,
+2 attack/dogde ac/reflex saves,
OR
cast one spell of 2nd level or below as if enlarged, extended,silent or still,
each is chosen every round for 1 round per my level.

Lemme know if you guys want me to pop it; it's a 4th level spell, so if you're really scared of this thing we can. 30 feet more movement for 7 rounds though; he might not give up that easily....

"I hear something. Something that....moves by gears and by pistons. Something of the manner of machinery...getting closer......Ez, it might be your construct..."

"yeah. Let's off on our fool's errand...."

I'm kinda lost with respect to passage of time; could I have put a reclip of spells in my gun yet? I didn't know if those Thranish douches would let me rest enow to do so, then I kinda didn't think about it and whatnot.

"Those wounds are post mortem....i.e. after the victim was dead."

then....
"Janosz,....I'm no expert but....those look like footprints.....of an ogre size. Uh.....judging from the depth, they must be armored...."

arcana 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8 nope.

healing 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (13) + 11 = 24

perception 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

1d20 + 13 ⇒ (9) + 13 = 22

"Thankyou warden. Flame be with you as well....."
let's roll.

"Don't really....want to talk here....flies on the wall...."

"No....no threats, no violence. I....think everything's going to be allright though."

Cool.
Half orc bikini beach volleyball team.
Spike my balls, baybee!!!

Aub:

AUB

I can detect thoughts at will, but it might piss somebody off, so I have to keep it under the table.

They're making me watch ultraviolence with eyeclips on....
"NOT LUDWIG VAN!!!!! PLEASE, NOT LUDWIG VAN!!!!!"

DLST+Friday=Punchy.

Aubrey:

Aub:

responding to Ezrael;

know: religion 1d20 ⇒ 17+14=31.....
whatever that roll lets me know about the Thranish legal proceedings.....

"I can't. I'm too verklempt."

"Hello? Can anybody hear me?"
Should I assume the walls between me and others are stone or are they barred?

"I think.....they do know...."

Rodergo hands over his goods, grudgingly. He's trembling, face red. He's ruder than Rolund about it. Hyperventilating.
Pissed off.
"HERE! TAKE IT!!!! TAKE THIS TOO! IT'S ALL. JUST. STUFF. THE POWER OF THE FLAME YOU CANNOT TAKE!!!"

I don't have any magic plan here. Can't think of one. I'm down for battle though. Might be suicidal.

"Good sir, we are on a mission, bound for the Mournlands. All we need is the rent of a ship and we will be quit of this place.
We are going to the Mournlands.
It's doubtful, don't you think, that we shall return from there...
save my good country some coin and I can guarantee you that we'll see to our own doom.

You know who we are. We don't riot.
If we wanted to we could have left that crowd bleeding in the streets back there. We didn't.

Just let us get out of your hair."

diplomacy 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (5) + 15 = 20 +2 to Lightbringer's superior roll.

"So, what do you want to do here?"

Rod'll walk up to the "leader."

He speaks softly.

"Sir...I will let you go because your heart truly is in the right place.
BUT: if you and this (casts his eyes over the hooligans) rabble choose to interfere with my sacred duties any further, rest assured that...."
then he stares at the youngest squirty kid there;
"you there....I've seen you before. How long have you known that at least one of your grandparents was a werewolf?"

intim: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12 untrained.
That's +2.

I'm on a boat!
NSFW

I'm actually moved to tears.

Rod is shaken for an instant; not the response he expected at all.

"I won't let you down. And I will do my best to ensure that Tira would truly be proud of you, sir.
I.....I feel her presence here...."

let's go see a man about a boat.

mothy,.....uh....you know how I really feel about Lightbringer. He's my hero. He's the wind beneath my wings.

"Inquisitor Thoth I presume?
I am Rodergo Xativa, a humble priest of the flame.

I and my companions ride on the Mournlands, on a mission of grave import. Something to do with a Journal by a guy named Norn, doing unorthodox experiments on warforged.
Much of it is a mystery at the moment; I'll go into as much detail as you wish and I'll cooperate with Thranish authorities as much as possible. (if this is necessary, it will take me a day IRL, as I need to reread all the details, and I'm being constantly interrupted at the moment).
I also know that my companions are somewhat unorthodox.
But ask yourself this:
who better to go on a fool's errand into the Mournlands, probably to their death I might add, than.....
a somewhat unorthodox Priest of the Flame,
his robot paladin cohort,
a few rasty ragamuffins from all points of the globe,
and a pair of Karrnathi?
Beats sending the few towheaded babies of Thrane to their doom. There are so......few, the babies of Thrane, after that last meatgrinder of a war decimated their number."

diplomacy: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (10) + 15 = 25 + AP 1d6 ⇒ 3 OR 1d6 ⇒ 5

Rod turns to the vet.
"Aah. I remember that wound....Did....you didn't lose the eye?....
Is your name Ijago Mandierros? No, that would be too odd a coincidence. Or not. There were so many I had to put back together from that war.
So many....
I don't always remember the faces, just the wounds."

diplomacy 1d20 ⇒ 1 plus action point 1d6 ⇒ 4 or 1d6 ⇒ 6

+15=21.

fumble. woohoo.

"Yes, we only pass through Thrane. We ride on the Mournlands, on a mission of great import. A mystery, involving warforged, and unorthodox experiments thereupon conducted during the Great War......a mystery that leads us to that bleak place. One we must interrogate for the good of all of the Kingdoms.

I know I keep strange bedfellows. Life isn't a Ripanziolo Morality Play....when the boots hit the mud." Looks at Rolund; "this man, is a good friend. An honorable warrior. He and our minotaur mercenary have risked their lives numerous times along with me fighting the forces of darkness.
If the kingdoms are going to have any chance whatsoever, we all have to work together. We all have to put the past behind us.
We're doing that, my little cohort of Thranish and Karrnathi cooperation."

Hmmm.....owell, I needed something to think about tomorrow.