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Shrugging in his armor, he walks over to the gate, and does checks it with his Fachaurd, making sure to bellow louding, In the Name of Asmodius wake thy selves and come speak to the clergy [ooc]Checking the gate as in hockey check, not exactly sure how to say it without using the word hockey to describe what he is doing [/b]
Argog nods, cleaning his nail with a strange knife, looking at the woman that had talked to him he asks, You say much about gold and things, however I would like to see the building before we attempt to break into it, also of interest to me is do we have a drawing of the inside of the building, and a good description of what we are trying to take and/or kill? Also are we stepping on any of the Hellknight Orders toes by doing this? The man known as Argog yawns and stretches showing off 4 arms heavily corded in muscle, neck like a tree stump and legs that look to have been made of trees. When he stretches you can finally see him at full height, he stands at 7 feet even, and must weigh 300 pounds or more in all of that armor with those weapons of his. Once the yawn is over he slouches again losing more than 5 inches in height and covers his body once again with his cloak hiding his arms. There is no doubt about it, he has had time to practice this move to make himself look different than he is.
Looking towards the mans hand he takes it in one of his own,I was born with them, Graveseeker was it? Argog is quite literally attempting to hide his dropped jaw behind the visor of his helm, though to be quite honest he doesn't try too hard.
Argog started mentally quoting and making sure that he knew who had said what so that his report could be sent back verbatim.
Argog, strange that he called himself that, stood nearby. Looking around he threw back his cloak showing all four arms, and himself ready for war, letting it fall back into place he smiled behind his helm. "I am Argog, follower of the Godclaw, and I am here to assist those who would bring the glory of Asmodius back to the populace. Looking around the room, he slowly pulled out his holy symbol, so that it didn't looking threatening, ruby red was the metal, and forged from blood it had been. It echoed his dedication, as Hell truly was a place that provided laws. The placement of his interjection was supposed to cause some unrest, but only for those that would not heed the call of the Lord of Hell.
Solider #12 known as Argog approached the derelict building, slowly pulling scimitar and slinging shield into place under his cloak. He kept two of his arms out where they could be seen, one used the Fauchard as a walking stick more or less. Seeing another walking in, he followed suit, head covered with helm, mind calm, and for all the world a simple, normal soldier. The soldier might be down on his luck, but he was there, and had skills that might be called upon.
Knowledge Gathered:
Current Assignment Location - Longacre. Assigned Task - Gather intelligence on factions "disloyal" to the Crown. Cover Story - Mercenary for hire. You arrived three days ago, gathering intelligence is a new, experience, but it is what you have been sent to do. While acting casually a local approached you and offered you work. As a mercenary this work fits into your cover story. The 100 gold offered does not stir your blood strengthening your cover story does. Cimri is the thugs name, an attractive human female. "You will meet me at Fort Estazano at Dusk tomorrow night, it's an old fort just north of the city. You don't say much, I like that about you". She stand and leaves you to await the next day. Argog nodded, pulling the bloodred cloak closer to his body, the gold would allow him to pretend that something mattered other than the mission. The only things that mattered were getting the mission done, and recording the happenings.
Created Race of soldier, who are owned by the Throne of Cheliax:
Argog, Soldier Identification 12 Male chelaxian soldierborn fighter (polearm master) 1 (Pathfinder RPG Advanced Player's Guide 106) LE Medium humanoid Init +4; Senses Perception +0 -------------------- Defense -------------------- AC 19, touch 10, flat-footed 19 (+7 armor, +2 shield) hp 14 (1d10+4) Fort +5, Ref +0, Will +0 (+2 Trait bonus vs. mind-affecting spells and effects from demons); +2 vs. death -------------------- Offense -------------------- Speed 30 ft. (20 ft. in armor) Melee fauchard +7 (1d10+9/18-20) or gauntlet (from armor) +7 (1d3+6) or heavy shield bash +7 (1d4+6) or scimitar -3 (1d6+3/18-20) or unarmed strike +7 (1d3+6 nonlethal) -------------------- Statistics -------------------- Str 22, Dex 10, Con 16, Int 10, Wis 10, Cha 5 Base Atk +1; CMB +7; CMD 17 Feats Exotic Weapon Proficiency (fauchard), Fey Foundling[ISWG], Improved Initiative, Intimidating Prowess Traits asmodean demon hunter, friend of the dead (geb), hellknight aspirant (Order of the Godclaw) Skills Acrobatics -9 (-13 to jump), Diplomacy -3 (-5 vs. Creatures that threaten, accuse, or challenge you and haven't apologized), Intimidate +7, Knowledge (planes) +5 (+8 on checks related to demons), Sense Motive +0 (-2 vs. Creatures that threaten, accuse, or challenge you and haven't apologized) Languages Chelaxian , Infernal SQ pride Other Gear splint mail, heavy steel shield, fauchard, scimitar, backpack, bandolier[UE], bandolier[UE], bedroll, belt pouch, buttons (0.1 lb), conditioning oil for leather (0.4 lb), crowbar, file, small (0.1 lb), flint and steel, hemp rope (50 ft.), leather paring knife (0.5 lb), leather straps (0.4 lb), mess kit[UE], metal polish (0.3 lb), pot, sewing needle, signet ring, silver holy symbol of Asmodius, soap, soft cloth (0.1 lb) (2), soldier's uniform[UE], torch (10), trail rations (5), waterproof bag[UE], waterskin, weapon cord[APG], weapon cord[APG], 2 gp, 3 sp
Soldiers Log 1025a: They created us, all of us are different, when found two alike enough it was breeding pits if the Soldiers had performed well enough. Thruune had need of soldiers that they could control, or at the very leaste would be completely loyal to the Crown that rests upon the Throne. My Identification number is 12, I am one of the longest lived soldiers. I have known no life other than the war games, and fights that we have been used for. No living creature was ever allowed when we were sent to some place. I am to be First it seems. Sent out into Cheliax, there was some group of people that have peaked interested, I was told to Identify myself as Argog around them and to keep my Log up to day, for this isn't just an outing, but a test to see how the Loyal Soldiers of Thruune did without direct supervision |
