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Hello all! GM Fanguar has been nice enough to allow me to join your game. I'd never heard of Age of Worms before this, but I love Greyhawk and am looking forward to playing. To fill the gap, I will be your divine caster; a swashbuckling cleric. I already know that your dwur barbarian is looking for religion and I am happy to report that my character is the one to bring him over to the light side. Welcome to Lirr, goddess of Poetry, Prose, Art and Literature. Mwahahahaha!

Ignoring the spider, Aerel plunges his dagger into the sleeping rat.

Coup de Grace Double Damage: 2d4 + 4 ⇒ (3, 4) + 4 = 11

Might as well make it three critical hits in a row, even if the third one is slightly a cheat.

EDIT: Forgot the save Fortitude vs. Filth Fever: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

Arcana: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 12

Alexite stayed for the unveiling of the main attraction. When the creature was brought out in a cage by the carnies, he frowned. Keeping such a magnificent specimen locked up was a travesty, especially as it was no mere animal, but an intelligent species. Ilsurian had to admit that she was quite striking, seemingly possessed of an animal magnetism. Such a feral attraction was having an effect upon many of the assembled spectators.

When she began to speak, he became even more intrigued. Almars Delisen asked for questions from the audience. Alexite asked, "What is it that you have over this carnival which keeps them in service to you?"

Is it possible that we can post our actions and if it conflicts with the rules, the GM will gently point out our error/misbelief? It would seem to be easier.

Should warn you that any prolonged absences from me where Drayen is botting me will cause Hurkkaggina to likely reappear ;)

I don't know what you mean.

Background is finished.

Any word from the GM?

[dice=Xodar Search Check]1d20

Ohhh, missed it by one...

Ah, well, life happens. Twas fun. I am certain that we'll find other games to meet up once again. I look forward to seeing all of you on the boards.

drayen/Disa

Time of Day: A divine spellcaster chooses and prepares spells ahead of time, but unlike a wizard, does not require a period of rest to prepare spells. Instead, the character chooses a particular time of day to pray and receive spells. The time is usually associated with some daily event. If some event prevents a character from praying at the proper time, she must do so as soon as possible. If the character does not stop to pray for spells at the first opportunity, she must wait until the next day to prepare spells.

I forgot to mention that Saturdays suck for me. I am almost always at a RL game all day. Was the site down for everyone today? I couldn't get on late last night when I got home and it was still not working this afternoon when I got up.

I am going to post another response now and I'm sure that Hurkkagg will answer once he's back in town; if the vikings didn't split his skull and take his woman.

Hurkkagg eyes the small female as she approaches him. He says nothing but his blue tinged nose wrinkles and snorts lightly as he takes in her scent.

Not born of the deep this one. Not dokk-olv, but dokk-olv blooded...

The giant goblinoid leans forward so his slave brand on his ear is visible. He then answers in a raspy low voice:

"Hurkkagg no out of place. In his place."

A throaty basso reminiscent of a rockfall rumbles up from his chest as long fingernails from a gracefully tapering hand lightly scratch under his chin. Whether it is a growl or a purr is hard to distinguish.

WTF?! You're going to the northlands without me? You took her, didn't you?!

Even more importantly, Control + C. Every time for every post on any message board, but especially for Paizo. These are the worst boards I have ever used for eating posts.

EDIT: And of yet even greater import, would you consider applications from any of us in this game for your Razor Coast game?

Dotting my intereest. Will get up an idea today.

And one is just a ripped shirt away from running around in her skivvies.

All this is missing is a little romance and you'd have something for everyone. :D

Sesi, BD mentioned we're both aasimar. That means you have at least cold resistance 5. How could you possibly be cold?

Good news! I am leaving for LA in the morning and will return early Monday morning. I won't have access while I'm gone. Well timed on your project deadline, sir.

Brodir: Freebooter's Bane only works against the Worg that Skäne is engaging, so unless your changing target you'll nei get the bonus?

Okay, one point less.

Björn's eyes are mirror bright and his smile is Death's grin itself as he slashes at the goblin at his feet.

scythe melee attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

damage: 2d4 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (3, 1) + 6 + 1 = 11

confirm critical threat: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

critical damage: 6d4 + 18 + 3 ⇒ (3, 4, 4, 3, 4, 1) + 18 + 3 = 40

What do you mean by "how Björn has dealt with the fairer sex"? By the brief description I get the impression of bear of a man (literally) with impressive physique and a lot self esteem, who is jovial, friendly and hearty... not sure where I put a charisma score of 7 (How is that even possible?) in this context, but we shall see.

I don't really see any references to women there, however. Is there a story somewhere I don't know about?

I do hope that I have cleared up any perceived confusion over how Björn

I must admit I am somewhat concerned with the tension in the group at this point. I don't want it to end in blood shed. I find it important that a group, for all their differences, gets to result and works together towards the common goal.

I further hope that you can bear with me to discover his jovial side.

I posted this on the original thread back in 2011 and I feel it is needed now more than ever.

VIKINGS!!!

Northmen plying the seas, raiding the coastal cities and putting the fear of 7' tall, 300 lb, bearded men with greataxes into everyone. (Gee, can't imagine why) Sailing the coastline of Varisia laying waste to every settlement you find. (Burn Sandpoint! Burn!) Sailing through the shadowy waters of Nidal before slipping past the Chelaxian naval blockade of Aroden's Arch and wreaking havoc on both Avistan and Garund. Sailing into Byzant... er, Absalom to trade your plundered loot and hand over all those poor orphans you took in to good loving homes. (Which way to the slave markets?) Then it's back the way you came to do it all again, hitting the bigger cities for better loot... and more orphans. (We've heard the horror stories of what they're doing with the orphans in Isger and damnit, someone has to save them.)

Arrive back home just in time to send off your own beloved Linnorm King (may his longship run agound a sandbar and he die of thirst before he even sees Arcadia), break the heads of all those upstarts who thought themselves your better (or worse, your equal) and get to go out hunting a linnorm to prove that all of civilization rightly fears your battle prowess(but not nearly as much as they do the body odor and rancid breath. No, not the linnorm's).

Hearing the witch's question, Skäne shakes his head and picks up one of the tents. Motioning to his companion, the viking tells him, "Grípa þau. Aðrir geta ekki virðast til að bera þá og þeir geta komið sér vel."

The man giant shakes his head and drops the canvas. He takes up the remaining bundles of rope and tosses one to Skäne. Unspooling the rope to respool it to his size, he drapes them over his head to hang from one shoulder.

Looking to the bear shaman, Skäne slowly shakes his head, "Nei, bróðir, ég held að það er ætlað að vera tjald."

The two northerners lumber down the road to the keep, only occasionally crashing into each other. Once before the town's lord, they stand shoulders slumped blearily looking out at the others. At his offer, they sullenly take up rations and water. Björn picks up one of the piles of canvas, asking, "Er það rúm lak?"

Responding to his friend's statement, "Ef hann vill drengi, hvers vegna að senda drengi að finna menn?"

Ef hann vill drengi, hvers vegna að senda drengi að finna menn? - If he likes boys, why send boys to find men?

Downing another ale while pondering the kobold's insult in bringing men drinks in a child's cup, he misses the clamor at the door. At
Skäne's utterance, he stays seated on the bench. Motioning for more ale, he ignores the interruption... for now.

Count me down for political intrigue and vikings.

Björn and Skäne

Hey all! We had our monthly software release last night, hence the late arrival.

As Skane said, this is not our first go 'round with partnering (Ah, Hakon and Abitan...), even with this particular pair of vikings. I expect this to be great fun for all of us. Yes, Björn is the party's enforcer of fun. I think the picture bears out this truth.

Kaldrnorð is our homeland and Ísáinheim is the largest settlement in the region. This 'home on the ice river' is famed for it's river; both that it remains frozen year round and for a unique breed of remorhaz. The ice river is solid most of the year save for the high summer when it can warm enough that the ice will crack and break under the weight of a full grown Þursfyrðar. Adding to the danger, and the thrill for local hunters, the river is home to a strange offshoot of remorhaz.

Watch Misfits instead and be entertained by what Heroes never was.

Já, til norðurs!

Yeah, you would have two players for Midgard. Black Dow and I are both looking for a viking game.

Fortitude Save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

Assuming she still can...

Disa cries out in pain as the monstrous jaws clamp shut on her leg. Marshaling her thoughts, the shield maiden channels her own innate resistance onto the spikes of her shield causing them to glisten with corrosive acid. Grunting with the effort, she slams into the beast with the weight of her whole body through her shield.

Spiked Shield Poolstrike (acid): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

Melee damage + acid damage: 1d6 + 5 + 2d6 ⇒ (5) + 5 + (4, 6) = 20

Just a heads up. I am leaving for California this morning and will not be back until early Tuesday morning. I won't have any access until that time, so I will not be posting until late Tuesday.

Sorry for the short notice, but I completely forgot about it. Please feel free to run my character while I am gone and I will catch up when I return.

Wow, that is so weird. I had this epic reply all typed up in response to your epic post that was eaten by the board outage and I haven't summoned up the gumption to rewrite it either...

=P

Meowz, sorry to hear about the setbacks. It's never easy and the holidays always makes it worse. It's very good to see you back, hale if not yet healthy. Take your time. There's always room at the table for you.

Kick ass at Hogmanay!

Disa snorts at her companion's words. "Less talk, more blod."

Heal: 1d20 ⇒ 12 And that will do it.

With a hurried glance, Disa does a double take at the bone handled blade. "That is heinous, Ragnar. That is crafted from the bone of an infant. That blade is discolored with what seems to be blood. I would guess you managed to find some kind of sacrificial tool. Not the good kind of sacrifice."

Leith cracks open a single eyelid at the raucous approach of the woman and her whelps. At the smell of food, he drags himself to full consciousness, taking one of the bowls and pouring the krem atop the vasha. He varkas down the breakfast before surreptitiously eyeing the others to see if they eat theirs.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 1

"What are you talking about? We three are all standing here."

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 16

Disa shakes her head and calls in a stage whisper to the two out in the main passage, "The shield doesn't offer much protection when you stand on the pointy side of it. Come down here, racoon, from the smell of it there is carrion for you."

A lonely track through a dark, forbidding forest.

Damn! Damn! Damn! I cannot believe they left without me! Gods, but had I even stopped to apologize on my way out the door, they would have been on me. He actually sent Pavel and Rawan after me. He will never understand... I had to spend hours shaking them before I could circle back to the rendezvous. And then they are gone when I arrive. Gone! Probably at the insistence of the sniveling halfling bookkeeper. Now I am walking for hours more trying to catch up and I am so tired that I dare not stop even to rest. That woodsman assured me that the only settlement in the area was down this track... What does he kn-

The young man checks his mental tirade at the sounds of screams in the night. He draws his sword as he tries to pinpoint the direction of the voices. Realizing it comes from farther down the track, he moves quickly, his fatigue forgotten, as he reaches a break in the trees which opens into a small village.

The crowds of people running for shelter in the dilapidated buildings causes him to follow their path back to the scene of a pack of wolves stalking through the center of the buildings. It being too dark to know what they hunt, he advances on them from behind and to their left.

"hhhnnnnhhhhh", he whines as he watches the others leave the tavern.

I will be unavailable until at least Sunday night as I am organizing Pathfinder Society for Animefest 2013 this weekend.

EDIT: Ooohh! I'm lucky number 666.

Take your time, BD.

To clarify, Disa is moving to J10 next to Frerin to form the vaunted two man shieldwall. =D

Hi folks, I'm still here as well, just been a bit busy this summer with a new job.

Congrats on the new job!

Oh well Day of the Demon can be added to the list, thanks all :)

Note, too, that #5-03: The Hellknight's Feast is another in the Blakros' series. It is tier 5 - 9.