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I see where you guys are coming from of course. This guy by all rights should have the giant template. And did in the first game I played him in. As the only guy around for the job of "hittin' dudes" that did pretty well for him. And it's important to reinforce how uncomfortably out-of-place he was just about everywhere in setting terms. But well, more than once I saw people double-take at his 3d6+13 damage at level 2. It makes other melee types feel like may as well have not shown up, which super sucks. So he's medium now.

Really, he'd be a great fit for this game. But I've made my submission unless the GM allows take-backsies.

Just remembered the only person who doesn't know what's being said is Artemis and probably the human tagalongs, dropping the Draconic tags.
"No idea. Wizard went out of his mind well before we met. You'll hate him."

*Egh* Azruk listens to Bela as he rolls over, a leaf punctured and stuck to the left side of his face falls off as he rises.

"Oh yeah? Maybe I can go reason them to death."

init: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Azruk sleeps his slumber. Roar/snoring all the while.

No check just sleep.

Yes.

Fort: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

Pft. "I'm sorry, my character stayed up past his bedtime, he's too tired to adventure."

Azruk crouches by the others in the party and whispers in a hushed tone. He's finally eye-level with the mammalfolk.

"Least 2 hours to find another spot by the river. If we try to scare them off, they'll come back. Pra'lly soon. Do we take them and hope they're smart enough to run away before all of them die, or not? Only askin' once."

GM, How long would it take to find a different spot?

Azruk just shrugs.

Can someone with Knowledge nature figure out what kind of wild cat I'm about to charge into?

"Right, right, the poor little escaped slaves I'm 'bout ta get stabbed for real soon. I didn't forget about them. Trust me, stopping now is a bad idea. We ain't sitting ourselves down 'til we at least find a place to sleep. Think we can reach that spot by the river we had at least?"

Survival to do that: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

Azruks tone is measured, as if he were planning what he said for some time. He stands still, towering as he does. Looking off to the jungle he starts to think.

"What?" Azruk turn an incredulous horned brow at the scout.

"We've never had an easier time getting around down here. Ya wanna waste that?"

And we're walking, and we're walking...

When the mention of friends comes around, Azruk growls, which is surprisingly uncommon when you think about it.

Taking ten on survival.

And kobold sez?

"I can walk up alone and see what their first instinct is."

Azruk lops back into the den when Artemis speaks. "Works for me. Remember there's rocks in the way. The lil teleport from Felix is a one way trip. We need ta fin' a way to give a signal through stone. Ideas?"

"I don't care. I like my privacy."

Azruk sits a bit away from the cave entrance on his chair. He doesn't seem especially attentive in doing so, falling asleep before long.

"Yeah yeah." Azruk waves off Artemis with a sluggish gesture of his large arm. With his head low he trudges out of the cave.

"Rmm. Keep it." Azruk looks at the one in the back.

"Hell's wrong with him?"

Azruk turns around and sees the rest of the party is going in a different direction than him. "I'll... bolster you... *grumble*" He mutters as he follows along.

Azruk adjusts the belt that Vic gave him just now I swear and nods approvingly at it's ability to change size. This doesn't stop his tone from getting more terse than usual.

"Dumbass! You know who would have benefitted from that? Nobody. Maybe these trogs if they were hungry, but not you. Even thinking we were dead, those people need someone who can lead them. Think the jungles bad? G~$!%@n giant cat tried to eat me in my sleep in one of these caves! I can't believe I have to tell a f%~&in' kobold this, but ya should've run away. If you had to get their attention, fine. After that is when ya disappear. Dyin' ain't a help."

He walks away from the group, seeming intent on leaving now.

"But uh, hey. Good shooting though." The lizard adds ever-so-slighty more softly. Very slightly.

"Wait, Vroka? Where did he go?"

*Lips curl slightly upwards more than usual*

Azruk is secure in his own strength, he don't need no performance enhancing magic... yet. Vic could pick up a transmutation spell or three just to f$&% with people.

You mean my shiny new belt? Mmmh... I'm okay with giving it to you if you show me a big, toothy, non-threatening smile.

"Pick two."

So about that belt...

Azruk just watches silently as Belasara transforms, one horned eye ridge raised.

"...huh." Before addressing Nighttail.

"Anyway, we think we found a couple ways out. Problem is they all suck. One tunnel would lead through drow, a different one through more a these." He points to one of the troglodyte bodies.

"The drow path is a one-way deal through the human village. They collapsed it." Azruk recites the groups options from memory.

"Oh yeah, and one had an aboleth, whatever the hell that is."

Azruk looks down over his shoulder at the kobold and blinks for the first time since the fight started.

"You got any idea what a pain in th' ass you are to keep track of?" He uses his skills in comforting others quite well.

Quitter talk. Vic took like three AoO's, and hes fine.

Azruk tears into the smaller reptilian.

Attack: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19

Damage: 2d6 + 12 ⇒ (2, 1) + 12 = 15

Bite: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Damage: 1d3 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

I know Azruk's behind Art and Vic, so put this behind them. I just want to see if Vic gets knocked out a second time in one fight.

Well, if I'm doing my math right, Vic would be at -1 HP, right? At least he isn't dead. Might I recommend more Flaming Sphere in the future?

Attack: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13

sword: 2d6 + 12 ⇒ (4, 5) + 12 = 21

Azruk swings at the Trogs head, still glaring wordlessly at the subterranean.

And then?

So, I make this mistake a lot, but I forgot to add a bonus to Azruk's fortitude from the increase rage gives to Con. He actually did just barely make each save.

The thoroughly graphic nature of Vic's situation is not lost on Azruk. What's more, the trogs ignored him. In the stench and spreading melee the lizard moves over to the scholar focused trogs, and without a word, bats one into the air with the sheer force of his swing.

Attack: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26

damage: 2d6 + 12 ⇒ (4, 6) + 12 = 22

His eyes stay very focused on the trogs.

Initiative
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Victarion

Artemis

Azruk-Hal

Belasara

I don't know where the trogs and Nighttail fit into the initiative here. Who's next?

Fortitude: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

Forfeiture: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

Fortify: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

Fortitudinal: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

I don't suppose the stink aura is magical? Otherwise OH BOY.

Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11

Azruk says nothing at the scene, until after he runs his way in and begins working to chop the head off the nearest troglodyte. The reptilians speed relative to his size becomes readily apparent.

Rage Charge: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (15) + 12 = 27

Dam: 2d6 + 12 ⇒ (5, 6) + 12 = 23

Azruk turns to acknowledge Artemis, but keeps walking.

Fact: There are many species of lizard that have poor eyesight and compensate with a keen sense of smell. Also fact: Azruk-Hal is not one of 'em.

Are you asking which one we follow? Cause we still only have the tracks to follow anyway.

Something, something, attack of oppor-shushing, something, something.

"If only Vic had a muzzle."

Azruk gets up and walks, following the footprints he's found. Partly choosing to let his actions clue the others in on what he found, and partly looking for an excuse to not have to admit he doesn't know what to say next. He already has his sword out, having unsheathed it at some point.

"Smell sulfur. Eggs. Victarion. What did ya say the trogs scent was?"

Track tracking: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

The snarl that crept up on Azruk lowers at the sound of Bela's murmuring. He keeps his beady eyes peeled at the camp and stomps his way over to the bodies she examines. He isn't in the habit of expressing himself but that doesn't mean he can't see turmoil.

"Do you... need a minute?" He crouches to try to get down to eye level, but ends up about two feet taller still anyway.

"No, no, no son of a b!@@*!" Azruk hurries his pace as the grisly scene comes into view. He gives a look around for Nighttail.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23

Azruk gives a routine attempt to retrace his steps. Less than 100 feet doesn't seem like much distance, but in a dense jungle, it could be worth double checking.
Survival: 10 + 8 = 18

Do the Hustle: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

"If they haven't moved camp and nobody stops to fight more vermin." The massive reptile idly scratches the base of a tooth as he finds his direction again.

So we keep walking, yes?

Azruk Gives Vic and Bela the stink eye.

"That's enough wasted time. We walk." He seems to be in a sour mood. More than usual.

Aannddd Bela!

Rrr

Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

damage: 2d6 + 9 ⇒ (2, 5) + 9 = 16

Azruk begins hammering the spiders with his blade with mild irritation. He attacks the closest one that bit Vic.

Now charge.

Charge: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12
Dam: 2d6 + 9 ⇒ (3, 2) + 9 = 14

Better

You're right.

Acro.: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28

The f&*~?

Azruk takes a rather less impressive route over the logs and vaults the former tree like a hurdle. Unfortunately for him, he catches sight of the others in the party stopping to deal with the spiders.

"Wha-are you-alright, so we're doing this then!" He runs his way over to the action and gives whichever spider happens to be unfortunate enough to be the most directly in front of him a big ol' whappin'.

Charge: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11

Damage: 2d6 + 9 ⇒ (5, 2) + 9 = 16

And his lack of enthusiasm shows with a completely off the mark swing into some spider-like foliage.