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Korvin, do you still want to report as Sczarni? I haven't but I'm about to submit. I'll give you till 5pm EST though.

Yeah, that's fine. Sorry for disappearing. I've put in something like 54 hours at the office since Thursday (yes, over the holiday weekend), and things weren't exactly quiet before that.

Thanks again for running this for us.

I survived!

I think I got those, Liara. I was at -11/15, and then rage ended and I dropped to -13/13. You lose from both current and maximum HP when rage ends.

As the positive energy washes over him, Korvin's wounds stop bleeding onto the riverbank, although they are still raw and gaping open as he lays there motionless.

Well, that's probably it for me. Rage drops when I go unconscious, which puts me at -13 out of a possible -14.

Korvin Catossen wrote:

Now that I'm in range to meet it, I'll wait for its action before I post.

funny I thought it was in range to meet you lol

Po-TAY-to, po-TAH-to. We shall meet and clash like the mighty titans we are! *flex* :)

Now that I'm in range to meet it, I'll wait for its action before I post.

Acrobatics: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (1) - 2 = -1 I miss strength-based jump checks
Swim: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20

Korvin, disdaining the log, makes his way through the brush and takes a run at the river. He launches himself into the air to try and leap it, but his foot slips on the muddy bank and he ends up stumbling into the stream instead of soaring over it. Undeterred, he half-walks-half-swims his way to the other side and pulls himself out.

I'm not sure how far I can get. I'm jumping from the spot next to where Azura is right now, which is 40' of movement, but I'm double moving so I don't know how far I get on the other side of the stream (with another 40')

Sorry for the delay - I got called out of town unexpectedly.

Korvin quaffs the other potion, and then rushes forward, mattock in hand.

How deep is the stream? And what would the DC to jump it be?

Save the wand charge - I've got the CLW potion from earlier. I can chug that.

CLW potion: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 Well, that was rather ineffective. Up to 9/13. I'll drink the barkskin potion, too.

Korvin rushes out of the cave, with the speed of the wild men of the tundra. Pulling out first the almond-flavored potion then the woody-flavored one, he drinks them both as he runs.

Korvin moves with the others, catching his breath from the effort of clobbering the ooze as he goes.

Dropping rage, taking the round of fatigue on the move.

And just after the "edit hour" is up, I notice that cuatroespada didn't actually roll the save. Oops.

Fort: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

Disregard the previous post.

Korvin feels the numbing of the ooze wash over him, but powers through it with a growl. He slams a mattock down on his attacker, pointy bit digging into its goo.

Attack (power attack, rage, bardsong): 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 6 + 1 = 16
Damage: 2d4 + 12 + 1 ⇒ (4, 1) + 12 + 1 = 18

Korvin stands as in-the-way as he can while unable to move out of the way. No blob of goo is going to ooze past hi... oh wait.

3d6 is a lot of paralysis, even if it did roll minimum.

I'll move up and put myself between whoever is furthest forward (looks like Liara?) and the cube. If she's backing up, though, I'll stop as soon as I'm past her.

Korvin eyes the secret door, or the approximate area that Elise indicated it was in. "Will I fit?" he asks her, with a motion towards that area. "If so, lets do it."

"Lets." the barbarian says with a leer, "I'm sure we can work something out."

One last attack...: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 6 + 1 = 25

Perhaps inspired by Elise's words, Korvin slams his mattock into a zombie from underneath in an upwards swing, sending it flying back... or it would if waves of holy light weren't already turning it to dust as the weapon passed through it's decayed flesh. The big man stands there blinking in surprise and catching his breath, while he looks around for more foes.

Korvin grunts with effort as his swing goes wide instead of connecting, and he has to stop the mattock's momentum. He brings the weapon back around for another blow...

Attack (PA, rage, bardsong): 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 6 + 1 = 11
Damage: 2d4 + 12 + 1 ⇒ (4, 1) + 12 + 1 = 18

Korvin moves up next to Taro, mattock in hand. He takes a step or two forward from there, as if to charge through the bottleneck, but checks himself. Instead, he yells out in Skald, "Kom og hent oss, råtten seg!" and readies himself to attack the first one that comes in reach.

Readied attack (PA): 1d20 + 5 - 1 ⇒ (1) + 5 - 1 = 5
Damage: 2d4 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (3, 2) + 6 + 3 = 14

Works for me. No fishy help from the gillman?

Korvin replies to the criticism with a shrug. "I guess it doesn't matter, since he didn't understand me anyway." Instead, he motions to get the gillman's attention, then makes a grab for a fish.

Unarmed: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

He then motions towards the creature, and the water, then shrugs and tries to look helpless as he spreads his hands.

Korvin isn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but sometimes that can be beneficial. "Fishman, can you catch us some fish?"

Korvin shakes his head, dismissing the question he asked. To Azura, he says, "What would you have me do to help?"

also, Korvin, do you move closer to address the gillman? i'm considering you all where you are on the map, and it matters a little bit for this encounter.

Oops. I didn't notice the encounter map until you asked. I've moved myself up.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (16) + 0 = 16

Impatient at the talk of dead gods, the Ulfen gets right to what matters most to him: "And what brings you here, now?"

Korvin starts and grabs hold of one of his mattocks when he spots the gillman, but when his companions choose words over violence, he stops himself from drawing it.

Words, he leaves to the others, but he keeps a close eye on the creature, ready for any signs of treachery.

The big man looks around the large cavern, curiously. "Perhaps this is where the fish-people were going? There's water here, anyway." He stomps a booted foot at a centipede that gets too close to him. "Rather infested."

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
As he passes the plank, Korvin stops to eye it for a moment. Then he picks it up, turns it upside down, and leans it back against the wall where it was. He then gives a decisive nod and moves on.

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Perception: 1d20 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (15) + 4 - 2 = 17
Arriving in the large cavern, the large Ulfen looks around curiously. "I wonder what this place is supposed to be?" He picks up one of the blue torches from the wall and brings it over to examine one of the carvings.

I can climb up first and anchor the rope, too. Otherwise I'll stand at the bottom and give anyone who needs it a push. Taking 10 gives me an 11 unless I take my armor off, which would bump it to 14.

Korvin climbs down the rope as well, eyeing the cloth on the ground as he lands.

Climb: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12Plus whatever aid-anothers there were
"Is it useful? Could a gillman have dropped it?"

Korvin claps a hand on Liara's shoulder comfortingly. "If it happens, do what I'd do. You go on, and have a drink in their memory later." He then gives her a suspicious look and continues, "You will go drink in my memory after this, right?"

In the back of my mind, Korvin is saying that he really wants to take on the minotaur... But I know that if I didn't roll a 20 (which would make it explode), its counterattack would kill me, so Korvin's getting overruled.

As the minotaur emerges from the woods, Korvin grabs a mattock off his back and prepares to charge forwards towards it, but stops after a single step as the backpack goes flying past him and the halfling's words register.

Instead of charging forward, he hurls the mattock towards the beast with a wordless shout of frustration, and turns to duck into the cave.

Improvised thrown weapon: 1d20 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (16) + 1 - 4 = 13 Subtract -2 for each 10' away it is. I'm almost certainly going to miss.

Inside the cave, he pauses to let his eyes adjust to the much dimmer magical light, then peers around.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

Fortitude (while raging): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

Korvin scraps the last few snakes off of him, stomping on them as they hit the ground. He seems to enjoy the crunching sound, or maybe it's just the feeling of not having snakes coiling on him any more. Accepting the potions and healing from the halfling, he slips them into his belt pouch and thanks her. "I'm sure if I have time for them, they will prove quite useful."

Survival: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23 "Onwards!"

If I don't use up the potions, they still don't automatically stay with me to the next module, right?

I'm back. Sorry for the delay - especially with that initiative roll.

As the snakes turn to orient on him and his companions, Korvin grabs one of the numerous mattocks adorning his body and charges at them. He appears to be... hissing(?) at them as he does.

Bloodraging, charging (if I can), power attacking

Attack: 1d20 + 7 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (4) + 7 + 2 - 1 = 12
Damage: 2d4 + 9 + 3 ⇒ (4, 1) + 9 + 3 = 17

AC is 11 until next round

I might not be able to post for the next day or two myself.

"I'm just here for the adventure of it all," the northman contributes.

To the chilly Liara, he offers an an appraising look and a chuckle. "If you think this is bad, never visit the northern kingdoms. This would be a gentle summer breeze, there. Still, you are welcome to whatever portions of my blanket you need to warm yourself."

The big man broadens his shoulders as he grins at Liara. "Have no fear. I will stand between you and the minotaurs." This boast would probably be more impressive, except he promptly sits back down on his chair and picks up his mug. "So now let us drink and plan this expedition!"

Ya'll post fast. I can do once, sometimes twice a day, so please take no offense if I don't respond to everything.

Korvin looks around at the three attractive women (and the halfling) who will be accompanying him on this mission, two of which are hiding from each other on either side of him, then tilts his head to the side. "This ought to be interesting," he says with a tilted smile.

To the halfling's information he replies (with a more normal head orientation), "The tide is especially high when the moon is full. Maybe it just brings more water in for them? They do use gills, after all."

Korvin took a seat backwards on a chair soon after entering, so as to get his head further from the ceiling. Even seated, he towers over their halfling guide once she is introduced. "Greetings yourself, Janira. How big are these caves? Unless you were standing on your own shoulders, I don't know if I can fit where you went. And you would have had feet in your face." He nods to himself, as if that meant something.

He doesn't initially make any comments aloud to his fellow initiates, but he does wonder in his own mind about Azura's "glow" when she's clearly not on fire. He is willing to be pulled out of his chair by the beautiful woman, although he hunches a bit. "I'm Korvin." he says as he moves.

You both found great avatars to match your artwork!

Korvin is a tall, hulking Ulfen, with the typical pale coloring of his race. However, there just seems to be something slightly... off about him in some way. Maybe it's the five mattocks strapped to his body in various locations. Maybe it's the vest full of little pointy things he wears. Maybe it's just the look in his eye. Or maybe there's something more...

Edit: Just realized you can't wear a barbed vest over medium armor. Sad.

@ Korvin that is a rather interesting build lol hope you don't blow thru all of your weapons lol (then again that may be a good thing lol)

There's a reason he's CN and abberation-blooded. He's got a very bizarre outlook on things. Hence the unusual choice of weaponry. On the other hand, if he rolls a 20, things explode.

I don't actually know if I even intend on playing him past first or second level. The need for magical weapons kindof breaks him, because it will get expensive quickly to keep stocking and repairing them. (How do you repair a broken weapon in PFS anyway?) I do expect him to be fun within that range, though!

Edit: I also expect to be buying a wand of mending ASAP...

Checking in with my Bloodrager, to replace Poz. Korvin's still something of a rough draft, but he exists at least.

Number: 85191-2
Faction: Sczarni (maybe)
Fame/PP: 0/0
XP: 0