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HP: 6/13 AC: 18 (touch 11, FF 17) CMD: 15| F:+4 R:+1 W+3 | Int: +1 | Perception +6| Spd: 20ft
![]() Arn pulls a dagger from his boot, "hope this'll do da trick!" He then attempts to wedge the door closed. With the door jammed, hopefully, Arn follows his companions out of the room. Climb: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (19) - 1 = 18 ![]()
HP: 6/13 AC: 18 (touch 11, FF 17) CMD: 15| F:+4 R:+1 W+3 | Int: +1 | Perception +6| Spd: 20ft
![]() Arn moves forward at the cry, he had never encountered the undead, he had heard stories but never dealt with one up close. Standing next to Helgar, Arn does not lower his weapon or shield while Helgar examines the bodies. ![]()
HP: 6/13 AC: 18 (touch 11, FF 17) CMD: 15| F:+4 R:+1 W+3 | Int: +1 | Perception +6| Spd: 20ft
![]() Arn's stomach had been turning for quite some time abroad this death ship. The stench of death and rot had moved from his nose and taken up residency in his mouth resulting in involuntary twitching from time to time. How many dead people have seen at this point? ![]()
HP: 6/13 AC: 18 (touch 11, FF 17) CMD: 15| F:+4 R:+1 W+3 | Int: +1 | Perception +6| Spd: 20ft
![]() Arn stands guard as the other search the area. When they travel below the chittering and sight of the rodents gnawing on flesh made is stomach turn. "I'd say poor bastards but it be startin' ta hav' a diminished effect." ![]()
HP: 6/13 AC: 18 (touch 11, FF 17) CMD: 15| F:+4 R:+1 W+3 | Int: +1 | Perception +6| Spd: 20ft
![]() Arn secures the pouch next to his other coin pouch not bothering to check or count the coin entrusting that it was all there. He gives a nod to the captain, then looks to the ladies, "I 'ope Rhaedlaf be alright. Drinkin' wit humans always be risky business." ![]()
HP: 6/13 AC: 18 (touch 11, FF 17) CMD: 15| F:+4 R:+1 W+3 | Int: +1 | Perception +6| Spd: 20ft
![]() Arn listens to the ladies introductions and stifles a chuckle when Aris mentions how she smells. Clearing his throat when it comes his turn, "Thank ye fer da consideration. Ta be 'onest I'm not much of a sailor or overly found of boats but iffin' dere is adventure ta be had an people ta 'elp I'm 'appy ta be o' service, I gots a keen eye, a sharp axe, an a sturdy shield." ![]()
HP: 6/13 AC: 18 (touch 11, FF 17) CMD: 15| F:+4 R:+1 W+3 | Int: +1 | Perception +6| Spd: 20ft
![]() In the morning bright and early Arn is back at the table where everyone had left him the night before and it is unclear to everyone if he woke up really early or had just slept at the table all night. Seeing Arís and Nempura Arn slips out of his seat and approaches, "mornin' lassies how'd ye sleep? I conked out at..." Arn's voice trails off then he narrows his eyes looking at Arís and steps closer to her, "Not to alarm ye, but ya smell like a elf! ![]()
HP: 6/13 AC: 18 (touch 11, FF 17) CMD: 15| F:+4 R:+1 W+3 | Int: +1 | Perception +6| Spd: 20ft
![]() Dig dig dig: We dig dig dig dig dig dig dig in our mine the whole day through To dig dig dig dig dig dig dig is what we like to do It ain't no trick to get rich quick If you dig dig dig with a shovel or a pick In a mine! In a mine! In a mine! In a mine! Where a million diamonds shine! We dig dig dig dig dig dig dig from early morn till night
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HP: 6/13 AC: 18 (touch 11, FF 17) CMD: 15| F:+4 R:+1 W+3 | Int: +1 | Perception +6| Spd: 20ft
![]() Arn admires Helgar's work when Arís shouts her request, he exuberance drawing a chuckle from the paladin. "'Ell it may not be permanent but tis fine work, I be sure you'll be makin wonders that grab the attention of all creation in no time," Arn tells Helgar before joining Arís in the song. Arn takes a swig of the barleywine, "Now dats a proper drink! ![]()
HP: 6/13 AC: 18 (touch 11, FF 17) CMD: 15| F:+4 R:+1 W+3 | Int: +1 | Perception +6| Spd: 20ft
![]() "Aye, dammed thing be always blowin' ash all over an' reeks o' sulfur," As Helgar displays her warhammer Arn admires the craftsmanship and is taken aback when she offers to bless his axe, "it'd be me honnor ta receive da blessing!" Arn pulls out his axe setting it before the cleric. ![]()
HP: 6/13 AC: 18 (touch 11, FF 17) CMD: 15| F:+4 R:+1 W+3 | Int: +1 | Perception +6| Spd: 20ft
![]() "Common room be fine," Arn pulls out a gold coin an places it in Alia's hand, "an keep the ale comin'." "Hail and well met, I am Arn Blacksnow. And da ale ain't all dat bad fer tallfolk brew," Arn says draining his tankard. "I 'ave been wanderin lookin fer adventures an folks I can 'elp, I was gettin' board on guard duty on long patrols looking fer orc that we 'ad already ran off." ![]()
HP: 6/13 AC: 18 (touch 11, FF 17) CMD: 15| F:+4 R:+1 W+3 | Int: +1 | Perception +6| Spd: 20ft
![]() Gather Info: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20 Arn's mail clinks as he comes down the stairs and takes a seat. "Ale, please, an da meal also, thank you lass," Arn say to the the maid as his eyes scan the Orc's Head. 1d100 ⇒ 99 |