HP 27/ 54 | AC 17 (T12/FF16) | F: +8 R: +3 W: +4 | Perc +7 | Init +1
Fort DC15:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16
Balzanno shrugs as Gabs jumps out of his arms just fine and makes her own way out of the catacombs. With his earthbrakker in hand, Balzanno tucks his head low and barrels out with supernatural speed.
HP 27/ 54 | AC 17 (T12/FF16) | F: +8 R: +3 W: +4 | Perc +7 | Init +1
Round 1
Fort DC15:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22
Balzanno pauses for the briefest of moments, more distracted by Gabrielle's sudden loss of clothing more than the fire ants swarming over his body and nibbling on him.
He opens his mouth, realizes its a bad idea from his many experiences in confined quarters in the Dooklands, and instead juts a thumb towards the door.
Assuming the others nod.
Stepping up, the hulky g-nome scoops up Gabs and positions her over his shoulder, pausing to admire the goods while eyeing the quickest path to reach the outdoors.
5ft to Gabrielle or move action; then pick her up.
HP 27/ 54 | AC 17 (T12/FF16) | F: +8 R: +3 W: +4 | Perc +7 | Init +1
Balzanno thanks Miles for using his wahnd.
"Thanks."
Without a word, he springs ahead, noticing the two branching passages and hoping to apply his Dookvision to both before any pebbles with light cantrips can be hurled down them.
HP 27/ 54 | AC 17 (T12/FF16) | F: +8 R: +3 W: +4 | Perc +7 | Init +1
"Oh no draggen! Oh no! Oh no, you DINNIT!!"
Balzanno seems to suddenly flare up in rage, apparently shocked that the statue he's poked several times has decided to snack on him.
Bloodrage. Blur goes up along with it (20% conceal). Note that the Dooklands and dungeons are Balzy's favored terrain, so he has an additional +2 dodge bonus down here.
HP 27/ 54 | AC 17 (T12/FF16) | F: +8 R: +3 W: +4 | Perc +7 | Init +1
Although wholly unnecessary, Balzanno flexes as the group arrives at the old dwarven, structure.
"Hey yo! It's dark in dere!"
The g-nome taps his temple.
"Good 'ting I can sees in da dark! Da orcs won't even know we's comin'!"
The g-nomes face lights up.
"Ohhh! I gotta joke about dat, wait til yous hears dis, Gabs!"
Balzanno, caring not for such planning - lights, marching orders, path selection, hefts his earthbrakker and starts marching ahead.
Balzanno occasionally glances down at his feet, mumbling mostly to himself.
"Gotta be a trap 'rounds here somewhere..."
I imagine a party order forms up eventually. If we're two wide probably Balzanno and Miles in front, Gabby in the second row with Frankie admirin' her from behinds. Gumshoe probably nears his boss in the mid-row.
I'll leave it to Miles regarding traps - he may wish to let Balzanno step in one to "learn his lesson", but if he's persistent enough Balzanno will slow down and let Miles check ahead.
HP 27/ 54 | AC 17 (T12/FF16) | F: +8 R: +3 W: +4 | Perc +7 | Init +1
Balzanno whiles away the night gamblin' like only a g-nome can before meeting with the others earlier after a rousing set of exercises.
"Gonna be a bittafa bummer travelin' fer a few weeks widdout my weightset, but ya knows, I 'tink I'll be a'ight."
Balzanno flexes and grins at Gabs, hefts his earth-brakker onto his shoulder and happily trudges ahead at gnomespeed (which for him is a whopping 30ft).
HP 27/ 54 | AC 17 (T12/FF16) | F: +8 R: +3 W: +4 | Perc +7 | Init +1
Knowledge (local):1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15
Balzanno taps his foot as the poem is read aloud, seeming to find some reasonable rhythm to the words.
"Hey! An elf-chick? I bet she was a cutie! Any elf-chick samurai would hafta be!"
Balzanno actually takes a moment to consider the poem.
"So, uh, she was buried in Torag's place? Lookin' at some tears? Dat don't sound too bad. I dunno why dems Ozem Knights 'tink dey could do a betta' job... but whateva's."
Balzanno shrugs.
"Yer da vee-see, and I'm da meatshield! So, if we's just graduated from readin' poetry ta's smashin' some orc heads, just point me in da right direction!"
As another roar from the crowd in the gambling hall erupts, Balzanno gives it yet another wistful glance.
"But, I'm tinkin' dat our pay should be double if we takes it in house chips? Ehhh, Gabby, whatcha 'tink? A whole night gamblin' witta handful o' chips wit' da handsomest g-nome in da house?"
Balzanno grins, showing only a single golden tooth and somehow managing to display a shocking degree of charisma in his proposal.
HP 27/ 54 | AC 17 (T12/FF16) | F: +8 R: +3 W: +4 | Perc +7 | Init +1
Gather Information:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28
"Oh Fustbickles! Dat guy! OHHHHH, dat guy! Yea, dat guy's amazin'! Us g'nomes gotta stick togetha' and yea, I knows all bouts dat guy."
Balzanno grins as Miles mentions gnomes as "fantastical".
"Hey! I likes that! Fantastical! Yea, you know dat Fustbickles used ta' be all palsy wit dat Yommadays back when she was just a gal witta sword..."
Balzanno sucks in some air before exhaling and looking at the door to the gambling hall with barely restrained anxiety.
"So, uh. We gonna keep chitchatting bout ol' Fustbickles's books, or you guys gonna scan it real quick so we can gets out dere and have some fun gamblin'?"
If dere's one 'ting I almost likes as much as tamblin' - it's gamblin'.
HP 27/ 54 | AC 17 (T12/FF16) | F: +8 R: +3 W: +4 | Perc +7 | Init +1
Balzanno leans forward, seeming to wish to elbow Besnik as he comments, but clearly unable to do so from the far side of the desk.
"AHHH! Women, ain't dey alls insightful and insane? Is I right or is I right? HA!"
Balzanno winks at Gabrielle, smacks his lips, and looks wistfully at the door as the cheers explode from the far side.
"I gots'ta be honest, Bezzie. I reads da summons was for goin' ta a tomb or some repos. Ya know, tomb -- witta 'B' at da ends? Or repos, like uhhh, reposis'stories?"
He looks at Francois, then Miles, then Gumby.
"Seems ya gots da booksies here. I mean, ya thinkin' dat maybe when someone's done wit their readins', a demon jumps outta da pages? If dat's da case, den I'm da right g'nome for da job!"
HP 27/ 54 | AC 17 (T12/FF16) | F: +8 R: +3 W: +4 | Perc +7 | Init +1
Balzanno, ever one to help a fellow g-nome out, smirks when he takes in the interior of the Ace of Dreams, bringing the pleasing, vibrant smell of patchouli as a potentially welcome respite from the odorous smell of sweaty gamblers.
He addresses the room loudly, seeing his arrival as something of a gift to all those in attendance.
"Hey yo! Time to git dis party started! Balzy in da house!"
Seemingly forgetting he's in the employ of 'Da Society', he scans the room for some fetching ladies, planning to elbow out any meatheads that might not be worthy of their attentions.
HP 27/ 54 | AC 17 (T12/FF16) | F: +8 R: +3 W: +4 | Perc +7 | Init +1
Balzanno gives Francois a nod of thanks and tucks his own wand back into his belt.
"Yea, I'm alright. Surprised that mage did that splitting inta a bunch of mages trick instead of having a bunch of mooks around to protects him, ya know?"
Shrugging, Balzanno heaves his heavy hammer up onto his shoulder and looks around.
"I wonder if we get anything good for helping stop him, you know? The loots is like half the reason we's all Pathfindas, right?"
HP 27/ 54 | AC 17 (T12/FF16) | F: +8 R: +3 W: +4 | Perc +7 | Init +1
Balzanno Con and HP Recap:
-5 Con drain
+4 Con bloodrage
Normally max 44hp, only down -1 Con, so still at 44hp
Began Charvion fight at 30/36hp (so 6 damage), started Charvion fight raging at 38/44hp
Taken 18 damage, now at 20/44hp.
If rage ended now, would be at 10/36hp.
Balzanno grunts as Charvion's claws rake across his exposed neck multiple times and he finally decides letting go of the wizard and swinging his hammer is the right call (free action to let go and grab hammer).
He swings faster than he anticipated thanks to Francois's magic.
HP 27/ 54 | AC 17 (T12/FF16) | F: +8 R: +3 W: +4 | Perc +7 | Init +1
Balzanno charges ahead, roaring at Charvion as he closes in (free to bloodrage).
"Heeeey! What's da big idea? Who you think you is, eh? Some sorta Eater o' Souls?"
Juggling his weapon to one hand, Balzanno reaches out to grab Charvion by the collar, seeing if he can corral the wizard before he can pull any (what he'd say) "shee-nannygams".
Balzanno has no feats here, so it would provoke if Charvion has a melee weapon handy and wasn't flat-footed.
HP 27/ 54 | AC 17 (T12/FF16) | F: +8 R: +3 W: +4 | Perc +7 | Init +1
Balzanno waits anxiously near Fingalad and considers pulling a couple silvers out to place wagers on Brunhilde and Gabrielle's efforts to both disable parts of the device and duck below ethereal tendrils.
HP 27/ 54 | AC 17 (T12/FF16) | F: +8 R: +3 W: +4 | Perc +7 | Init +1
Reflex DC14:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15
Balzanno stands amid the acid and rubble and shakes his fist at the dragon as it takes to the sky.
41/44hp.
"Yeah! Dat's what I thoughts! Ya big chicken!"
Flapping his arms like a chicken, Balzanno taunts the elder draconic terror, oblivious that he poses little threat to it, before gesturing to his companions.
"Well, maybe dat Bone Eata' won't run away when he sees us comin'!"
HP 27/ 54 | AC 17 (T12/FF16) | F: +8 R: +3 W: +4 | Perc +7 | Init +1
Balzanno stops just short of the massive gate and observes as nearly a hundred Pathfinders form semi-circles, with various "roguish types" and engineers taking a look at the lock.
"So uh, maybe Frank-err, Frans-Wah can summon something to like batter dese down?"
Balzanno scratches his head, as thinking too hard can hurt.
"Or, uh somethin' dat can flies us over? Or maybe somethin' dat lets us climb like a spider?"
"Best I gots is dis earthbrakker..."
Balzanno heads over and gives the gates a push with the dozens of other "strong types" doing so.
HP 27/ 54 | AC 17 (T12/FF16) | F: +8 R: +3 W: +4 | Perc +7 | Init +1
Balzanno looks at the market with some disappointment as he realizes his short buff gnome lands coupled with his ridiculously heavy awesome armor will make it quite a sprint to reach some goblins quickly.
Thus, he goes to his spells, quickly weaving one that will enable him to quickly weave (through stalls).
HP 27/ 54 | AC 17 (T12/FF16) | F: +8 R: +3 W: +4 | Perc +7 | Init +1
I'm assuming Balzanno was not enlarged, not much use in increasing from small to medium as it doesn't give extra each.
Reflex vs DC14:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15
As dragon-spit sizzles against Balzanno's armor, the gnome shakes his fist at the sky.
"Hey! Dragon! Yer gonna pay ta gets those pits filled! I'm gonna finds ya!"
Gripping his earthbreaker tightly, he awaits another drop-off of goblins to smash, catching his breath and working to apply his anger management training.
Drop rage. 2 rounds of fatigue.
4 rounds can be spent taunting dragons. Balzanno at 41/44hp from the drool.
HP 27/ 54 | AC 17 (T12/FF16) | F: +8 R: +3 W: +4 | Perc +7 | Init +1
Balzanno has +11 Acrobatics, so he can take 1 to make the DC10 Acrobatics to ascend at half speed.
Balzanno, despite heavy steel armor wrapping his heavily scented and tattooed body like a Thuvian lunch-wrap, leaps up the benches, bearing down upon the goblin that dared fire upon him in an eerie gnomish rage.
HP 27/ 54 | AC 17 (T12/FF16) | F: +8 R: +3 W: +4 | Perc +7 | Init +1
Balzanno shrugs at their seat selection, finding solace in sitting near Gabrielle and Brunhilde.
He yawns a few times throughout the performance, particularly whenever there is anything to do with plot, history, dialogue or anything not filled with constant action. Even then, he leans over to his companions picking apart the mock combat.
"Dat guy din't even act like he got hit when he was 'sposed 'ta!"
Finally as Charvion takes the stage and his voice echoes throughout the Irorium, Balzanno miraculously shuts up, swallows hard and to the perceptive eye you could detect the slightest shudder. He slinks in low, trying to hide himself between the taller patrons sitting to his sides.
He looks apologetically at them, offering only a few words by way of excuse.
"Heya - if dat guy channels Grandma, tells 'er Balzanno ain't here. I uhh, hadda use da bathroom."
HP 27/ 54 | AC 17 (T12/FF16) | F: +8 R: +3 W: +4 | Perc +7 | Init +1
Balzanno shrugs as he's corrected by the arrogant aristocrat.
"Hey! So deres no needs ta' get yer knickers twisted, Frankie... Francis, Frans-swah? I just hads dis friend back in 'Dooklands whose ma gave him some name like dat, all hards t' pronouncin' and it drove 'im nuts. So what we do is we give each other nicknames, ya knows?"
The gnome holds up one of his fists, letters tattooed on each knuckle: B A L Z Y.
"So, uh, mine's Balzy. Hah! And I is, too! Ya needs someone t' throw a door open and rush in first? Dat's me!"
Balzanno stands in front of Francois, waiting for a moment for the summoner to offer up a nickname, and upon not receiving any continues to solicit for one.
"So, uh. What's yer family name? May be dat can help me comes up wit' somethin'. Like my buddy's was Smith, but we just calls 'im Smitty, ya know?"
Narrowing his eyes, Balzanno shields his face from the sun as he looks for a good seat.
"Anywheres 'deres some ladies is where we should sits. Anyone see any untended lasses? Preferablees gee-nomes, but ya know I ain't got no problems with halfsies either."
