Thorgar is all done I believe. He was sent to man a mountain fortress against Karzougs giants under the command of Linnorm King Opir Eightfingers twelve year old son, and after three months of starvation things ended badly...
I think the heirloom weapon errata is pretty great, traits should never be better than feats and heirloom weapon was better than most feats by a ways.
Lucent would you mind me reflavoring the Vanguard of Lastwall trait?
Shield of the North
You have been called from the front against Karzoug the Claimer's giants to see this winter end. As a hard bitten defender of The Land of the Linnorm Kings, you have seen many horrors and atrocities in your life combatting the giants and Karzoug's other fell minions. You gain a +1 additional HP at every level.
or if that is a bit too close something that gives bonuses against larger foes, or specifically giants perhaps? If not I'll go with Northern Ancestry - its just very close to an ability I would pick up at 3rd level from Invulnerable Rager.
I'll be submitting Thorgar the Childeater. I'll need to make some slight changes to his backstory, which will move his fateful starvation to a siege against Kazoug's giants.
Despite the name he is a good guy at heart, horrified by what he has done and what he has lost trying to earn some form of redemption the only way he knows how - with a blade.
Honestly the only thing that's bothering me is the diehard thing. I'd rather die gracefully or be captured and have a chance to escape. This feels a bit like being let off the hook.
Not interested I'm afraid, d20 works perfectly as far as I'm concerned, and there is no such thing as fumbling a class skill in PF. Sometimes you roll badly, but that's okay it makes it all the sweeter when you roll well.
Blood soaking into his furs Thorgar bellows unintelligibly as he steps forward and hacks savagely at the nearest foe. His great blade sending the goblinoid down to drench the snow in gore!
Greatsword Power Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21Damage: 2d6 + 14 ⇒ (3, 5) + 14 = 22
Thorgar steps forward lunging forward awkwardly trying to avoid the stones, bellowing in impotent fury.
Greatsword Power Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14Damage: 2d6 + 11 ⇒ (4, 1) + 11 = 16
Thorgar looks down at his blood and back up at the goblin, the sound of his own heart beat thunders through his mind and in hsi minds eye black blood crawls across his fingers writhing and screaming. He steps forward, cracks his neck and swings, but catches the tip of his great blade against the standing stone sending sparks flying, but coming nowhere near his foe.
Greatsword Rage vs B1: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9Damage: 2d6 + 11 ⇒ (3, 6) + 11 = 20
Sense Motive: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (19) - 1 = 18
"Grrrr that made me so angry I better just skewer myself on your spears," Thorgar sneers drawing his greatsword as he steps up to take cover behind the standing stone.
5ft. to Q14, move to draw sword.
I'll also point out that you only have a standard action and so cannot ready a full attack, also you can never ready a full attack as you can only ready a standard action. I'd suggest either readying a single attack, or charging - which you can do as a standard in a surprise round so long as you only move up to your speed not twice your speed.
"Well I suppose that seems harmless enough, we sleep here then, Thorgar says, giving the sky a beseeching look, give me strength. He sets up his bedroll and hones his sword for a while,
"This swift twilight is throwing me off, what time is it truly can anyone guess? Perhaps we should simply take advantage of these stones while we have a chance and head for our destination in the morning light, if it does not go awry to."
"I don't like it mouse, this is a hard land, if it offers you something soft there's a hidden bard like as not," Thorgar grumbles, stepping into the ring with his blades held before him and maliciously trampling clover to vent his worry.
"Would it be so foolish to camp here? Part of me thinks it would, but then I'd feel a bigger fool if we camped in the snow and this place proved safe. Perhaps we ought to stay here with watches tonight and put some distance between us as this strangeness tomorrow?"
Thorgar scowls at the stones,
"I don't like the looks of these stones. Perhaps they have something to do with the unnatural twilight and the lights? Looks like they are a gateway to the fey world to me."
How large are the stones. Are we talking Stonehenge size? Thorgar smash?
Thorgar exhales in dark amusement,
"I always think we should be on our guard, but we're in Irrisen now, this is a land of magic, blood, and snow. We'd best use what light we have to make for our goal, I'll keep my blade drawn."
"Thought he was a troll, but he is not like the trolls I've met before, for a start he isn't bleeding," Thorgar says watching the big blue creature walk away, "but that doesn't mean we won't regret this."
Thorgar frowns, running his fingers through his beard and says,
"What do you think you will do with the next few years, now you are freed from the bridge?"
Maybe there is hope I'm wrong...
Fourthed :) This is a nice insight into Haaken's character, it seems like he is quite the most aasimarey aasimar I've played with, which will make him a fascinating foil for Thorgar.
Throgar shakes his head in disgust,
"Bah, do as you will, but I'll have no part in it. If that creature kills I hope you can live with your guilt, because I cannot see any other outcome. Just because our natures do not define us does not mean they should be ignored, nine times out of ten a beast is still a beast and I saw nothing to persuade me that creature is pure of heart."
Then he turns and stares at the creature engraving its features into his memory, and making himself a promise.
Thorgar tenses his hand twitching towards the hilt of his sword eyes burning, but with a deep breath he steadies himself, and looks to Raven and Thordan,
"Mercy? Mercy is well and good, but what do you think he will do when freed, he'll be another monster stalking my homeland, another cause for weeping mothers and sleepless nights. What do you two think of this madness? At least talk to the beast before unleashing it, extract a promise to do no harm - it seems to be honor bound, if it is truly tied here."
Usual its all cool OOC disclaimer :), this is very cool RP!
Thorgar turns incredulous and bellows,
"What in the hells are you doing man? Are you addled? This thing just flat out told us eating children wasn't a big deal and you want to set it free from whatever geas binds it here? And I don't plan to swim back. Stop NOW."
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
Thorgar is busy scowling back at the big blue bridge guard, easily negotiating the slippery bridge. It takes him too long to notice Thorden falling as his eyes go straight for big blue as he hears it, but when he turns around Raven has the mouse in hand. Thorgar nods to the strange winged woman, and continues onwards.
Thorgar shrugs looking skywards,
"I'm not sure I'm cut out for wisdom Haaken, but anger comes easy to me. Besides most things are double edged, even the sweetest things can become barbs when they are taken away."
Thorgar shakes his head slowly,
"You are a weird monster. Enjoy the sun - while you can."
Then he cautiously heads for the bridge, keeping an eye on the monster, using the rope to steady himself as much as possible as he crosses.
Knuckles white around the hilt of his greatsword Thorgar snarls,
"I'm helping the mouse find some magic harpoon to save the Lady he is sweet on. Now are you going to let us cross or not?"
Thorgar's eyes blaze and his jaw twitches as his breath becomes ragged,
"I am Thorgar, called the Childeater. I am man, I am monster, I am a killer, I am father to bloody ruin, husband to cold flesh, and bringer of fury and blood..."
Every muscle in the big barbarians body is taut with tension, visions of carving his interrogator into quivering chunks of meat cloud his mind, even as he hears her voice chastising him for his foolishness.
"I'll grant that you are surprisingly quick for a slobbering monster that lives under a bridge. Very well, my winged companion is returned, name your challenge." Thorgar growls, hands upon the hilt of his blade ready should things come to violence.
I think we might want to see what form his challenge takes, before being hasty. We are first level this guy could presumably squash us like bugs. Anyone got knowledge checks that might tell us what he is?
"Very well, but since you issued the challenge I should get to decide what the challenge is. I name riddles. The first one who cannot answer the other's riddle looses, if we win we may cross, if we loose we will leave never to bother you again."
Thorgar nods as if it is decided,
"I shall begin. Two trolls guard two identical looking bridges over a deep and icy river. One bridge is sound, the other will fail to hold even the lightest of men and pitch him to his death in the icy waters below. One troll always lies, one troll always tells the truth - but you do not know which troll is which. What single question can you ask to be sure you select the correct bridge?"
Not really sure what I need to roll for this, but Thorgar's charisma mod is a mighty -2!
Hmmm, I'm sensing DM motive here ;) When you describe the things as huge, how tall are we talking, 8 feet or sixteen, etc., does he take up say four spaces on a battlegrid?
Thorgar's probably going to charge so can I ask does the terrain do anything to prohibit that, etc.?
On another note, going back to the first post of a thread seems to reset the new post count for me, so if you are experiencing what I was - new posts mounting up in the bracket by the thread even when they had been read - you might try that.
Thorgar raises an eyebrow,
"So you are saying you want us to go all the way to the other side of the river, then cross so you can do you job properly? I suppose we could, but you might scare the mouse some, back up a couple of hundred feet."
Bluff: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (6) - 2 = 4