Warenhari's page

I am going to have to withdraw from the game for several reasons, none of them having to do with the game itself. I have enjoyed playing with you guys, and I appreciate Black Tom for letting me in and letting me play.

Good luck, and thank you again.

Warenhari/Saint Meerkat

I'm lovin' the maps. They're looking good.

Initiative (1d20=12)

Original Positions
Warenhari - q2
Po - q1

Double Move for Warenhari
Warenhari - q2 to r9

Move Action for Po
q1 to q9
readied action - bite an enemy that enters p10

just in case
Po Attack (1d20+4=20)
Damage (plus disease: Fort DC 11) (1d4=2)

Initiative (1d20=12)

Positions
Warenhari - Q2
Po - Q1

Standard Action
The door is open, so I use my sling on O11. (I count exactly 50'.)

Sling (1d20=16)
Damage (1d4=3)

Move action
Warenhari - S1
Po - T1

I'm here as well. Posting does seem to vary in frequency, but consider me all in. I think I am confused about initiative order and combat posting. Some tips/advice would be welcomed.

Or cues like "WARENHARI, GO @#%^ IT!" help, too.

Initiative 1d20=9

Warenhari donned his shield and marched with Brock toward the guards who so badly needed whoopin'. Po kept pace one step behind them.

Thank goodness his new hide armor was noisy. It covered the sound of his knees knocking and his teeth chattering. And suddenly, at one of the most inconvenient times in his young life, he realized his bladder was painfully full.

The dire rat next to Warehari tapped his foot, rolled his eyes, sighed, and then acted out the climatic death scene of his favorite character* from the well-known Dunael soap opera, "Dire Circumstances."

Po fenced with an unseen assailant, clutched at an imaginary wound over his heart, bugged his eyes in a very disturbing manner, staggered a few steps, blew a last kiss to his [off-stage] wife, fell onto his back, exhaled heavily, and lay still with his tongue hanging out.

"Why can't I have a normal pet, like everybody else?" Warenhari whispered.

Po opened one eye. "Squeak, squeakity, squeak."

"SO should we go?"

"Yes! Time is wasting!"

"There is nothing to fear! We all have the strength to fight this corrupt woman and her lackeys! If you think we should dress up to fool the guards, we can try it your way. I reckon they all have us pretty well memorized by now, however."

"She has a point. They have probably already made us."

We might try to go by the rear entrance

"That has merit, Juliare, but rather than going around the foe, we should go through him! Forward, Brock! Lead us to glory!" Warenhari brandished his still untried weapon and tried to look tough. He stepped gingerly toward the front entrance, waiting to see if he was alone.

Warenhari P3, Po O3

Yes. I have been checking for posts.

I started to go up and talk to the guards yesterday, but I could hear my old gaming group screaming "DON'T SPLIT UP THE PARTY!!!"

I was bad about that way back when.

"I say we have one of the men, or one of us dress up as a simple civilian, that person runs to the guards askin there assistance, then if, and when they come they leave and separate themselves from the temple, Juliare and I will then take there garb and escort you in under disguise..."

"Clever, clever..." Warenhari murmured to his pet rat as he listened to Brock.

Brock stops then, his face scrunches up "Thats all I really thought out so far".

"Brock, I think that sounds like an excellent start. Once we're inside, perhaps you and Juliare should push us to the floor, tell her to pay up and then see what happens. We might find out something interesting that way."

"On the other hand, Quick might finally get her wish. Whoopin, did she call it?" He winked at the maverick.

"Juliare, what do..." Warenhari cut his question short when he looked at his new friend.

"I'll follow whatever plans you have."

After speaking, Juliare hid his face behind a handkerchief

"Juliare?" He looked to see if the others had noticed Juliare's troublesome gesture. "Do you know something we don't? Let not your heart be troubled, my friend. Our intent is for good."

Once a day is all I can manage.

As far as making decisions and moving ahead, we do seem to be sort of leadership challenged as a party.

The neighbors are happy to tell you that Bjarne was seen just a few minutes ago gathering his belongings and then leaving for parts unknown. It sounds like he won't be missed.

"I'm truly sorry, Quick, but it looks like there won't be any whoopin'." Warenhari and Po slumped a little. "However," he added, "there is a still a priestess who needs her a little lesson in manners. The evening's not a total loss."

Hum , Bjorne doesn't seem the type to go report his failure to the temple. I propose we go back to the entrepot, say to Betsy this shack is somewhere she could sleep and go back to our surveillance.

Now if the majority thinks we must go attack the temple now . I'll come with you

"Juliare, I agree completely. I doubt the priestess has been warned. What do you say, everyone? Glory ahead and all that?"

Warenhari fumbled and stumbled as he returned his pack to his back and picked up his shield. What he lacked in grace he seemed to make up for with enthusiasm.

"To the temple? Yes?"

"Excellent. I'm Quick.

"Oh, really? Well, I don't take that long myself. Oh, I'm sorry. Your name, of course."

So you're in, then?

A look at the poor wretches in front of him evoked a sympathetic reaction. "Yeah, I'm in."

Warenhari watched the arc jump around Quick's wrist and smiled. Her enthusiasm for getting some whoopin' and bashin' going was infectious. He found himself looking forward to what was to come in spite of the possible consequences. His friends had told him that people act differently in cities. So far that had turned out to be true.

"Quick ,I agree to let him go if he show us the house now but we can't trust him in a real fight not to go to the other side ."

"I admit, Quick, I share his concern. If he'll turn on his master when the chips are down, he'll certainly turn on us if the opportunity presents itself.

"I think we've shown pretty well that we're nothing to mess with. In fact, Bjarne practically sent you all to your deaths, and then ran off. I figured they would want some payback, is all. I know I would."

Squinting his eyes, he waited to see what the man with the axe had to say.

Brock holds his Great Axe out for the men to see, for them to compare it to the sap to help them make the decision.

"This time my Axe would be with you, not threw you, and we would both prefer this yes?"

"Aye Rat man I am Brock welcome to have you!"

Warenhari had a good long look at the axe and at the man wielding it and put his hand on Brock's shoulder. "Thank you, friend Brock. And my name is Warenhari. Waren is fine."

And my rat," he flourished in Po's direction, "is Po. He showed up one day and has saved my skin a couple of times already back in the forest and on the way here. I'll take 'rat man as a compliment any day." He gave Brock's shoulder a friendly squeeze.

To Betsy: "Where can we take you? Someplace safe? Do you have somewhere to go where you can lay low for awhile with Quick's gold piece?" The tone in Warenhari's voice indicated that that he had no idea about the cost of city living. A gold piece in the forest was a rare sight.

To the rest of the company: "Well, there's a priestess that doesn't want botherin' and a malcontent that needs some whoopin' and bashin'." Po twitched his tail enthusiastically at the idea.

Sooner rather than later, indeed...

Warenhari joined Juliare in ministering to the young girl's needs. He approached cautiously, making eye contact, watching for any signs that he was getting to close for her comfort.

Aid Juliare's heal

"And what, exactly, do we mean by 'persuade', if 'being nice' resulted in what happened to this young lady?" There was no sarcasm in his voice; it was more Socratic than hypothetical.

He didn't wait for an answer, but gave the majority of his attention to Betsy. Eventually he stood and said, "Well, my friends told me that if I went to the city that something like this was bound to happen sooner or later. So it happened sooner." He shrugged, and the large rat shrugged as well. It wasn't totally clear if the rat was mimic or comedic.

He knelt down out of the thug's reach. "What exactly did happen here? You should tell me now. This fellow looks right ready to put a wallop in your dumpling pouch."

Diplomacy or Aid Diplomacy (1d20+2=13)

Thanks for the warm welcome everyone. Leave it to the new guy to use the wrong table. It all comes from playing too many min/maxed Barbarians.

I can reliably host maps for free from work if that helps.

This map is from an old campaign I ran.

Warenhari glanced at the floor of the ruined warehouse, hoping against hope that there was obvious plant growth that had established itself through the decaying floor.

If there is anything showing, I'll entangle. If I think he will still be in within 25' in six seconds...

Warenhari flung down his shield, and drew a symbol in the air. "Aid me, friend beetle!"

Spontaneous Cast: Summon Nature's Ally: Celestial Giant Fire Beetle. However, if target is about to go poof, then...

"Hwæt, Po! After him!" Warenhari shuffled after the dire rat, hide armor banging against his shins and shield waving wildly. As he waddled by, he managed to mutter, "Perhaps there is ample greenery outside!"

A young man with copper colored skin and jet black hair stopped to stare at the altercation. "Po?" he said. "I believe these kind people are in need of our counsel. What do you think?" The dire rat chirped an affirmative.

A clear voice emerges from a set of clearly untested hide armor and wooden shield. "Stop this senseless violence at once!" A four foot long, fifty pound rat raises its tail in anticipation. Clearly the rat is the bigger threat.

Initiative: (1d20=15)

Good to have you on board.

She's a cleric with the air and animal domains, but only in terms of mechanics.

Thank you! It sounds like Warenhari and Quick have some common interests, so I guess we'll get along pretty well.

I imagine Waren as being "country boy come to town." He's heard that people con and cheat other people, but he hasn't observed or experienced anything like that - yet. Like Quick, he felt a connection to something bigger, but there was no one among the Rangers to help him explore this connection. So here he is, looking not only for answers, but also for a way to end the endless war between his people and the Orcs of the Purple Claw.

Thanks for the links! The flavor words sound like a great idea. I'm looking forward to picking up some cowboy lingo.

I've been wondering how to convert the Dunael's rage ability, and for now I'll grant you Orc ferocity when fighting orcs. I thought it made some kind of sense.

There were two races with very similar names that started with D. I am at work, so I don't have my books, but I meant to pick the one without rage. It didn't seem like rage and druid went together, although the thought of angry little vines grabbing your feet does sound very b-movie cool. I meant to use the one that is just a plain human whose culture has the favored enemy of orc.

We'll just say that you happened to pass by the docks and saw a man fighting an eagle while there seems to be some kind of ruckus inside an old derelict warehouse.

Works for me! Thanks!

Here is Warenhari of the Dunael Woods-Folk. I pulled out my Player's Guide to the Wilderlands for some color and background. I hope I didn't exceed your boundaries.