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HP: Base Atk: +1
Skills: 4-1(int)+1(skilled)+1(FCB)+2(background)= 7 Skill points
Class Features: Rage Rund +1, Favored Enemy (Human) +2, Uncanny Dodge
As he followed along, Baolo adds, "Aye, and if that is the case and we make it long enough to best her, I'll be sure to devise a way to cook her up for you big guy." If it wasn't for the fact that Grumblejack has several heads on the towering half-orc, it would almost be comedic the way that Baolo addressed the ogre.
Gazing out towards the surrounding area, the half-orc tried to guess the best direction to head in order to navigate their path forward.
Dropping a note to let you know that my Christmas vacation begins tomorrow. I will have access to internet and will post when possible, but my posting will likely be more erratic through Christmas Day. I will be sure to get rolls and a post up before I head out.
Looking back towards the prison and then out towards the swamp, the half-orc mutters, "Why we going back to the prison? If we know where we need to go next, then we should run while we can."
The glaive head almost whines with the speed and strength of the Baolo's swing. Indeed, though the guard tries to parry the blade, he does not have time to plant his feet before the weapon cleaves into the man, chopping clean through his arm. Before the man can even let out a scream of pain however, the glaive continues, biting into the guard's ribs, blood and air from the man's lungs mingling with that spewing from his arm. The force of the blow slammed the guard's body against the gate, shaking it fiercely as the half-orc wrenched the weapon from the now limp corpse. Turning his head to the other guard, Baolo simply gave a menacing grin as he hissed, "Your next!"
Double post to roll for crit.
These guards possible the only barrier remaining to there escape, a fury seems to take hold of Baolo. His muscles tensing and his eyes lighting up with anger, he roars You are in my way!!" as he steps back, swinging his glaive around in an rage filled attack on the guard.
His booted foot thumping on the ground, Baolo give a toothy grin as he sees the enemies approaching. "Looks like we got a bit of meat looking to get trimmed!"[/b] He shouts as he draws his weapon and uses its reach to swing at the advancing dog.
Having helped to carry the tables, Baolo worked to shift it to his back once they are in the bridge with archers on their back. Through all this, arms bulging, he continues to move, dropping the table as they neared the portcullis gate and leaping up to scale the gate itself. Though part of him thought he could leave the slower climbers behind, he also begrudgingly had to admit that he only made it this far because he worked with the others here. So should he reach the top of the gate before someone else, he lends a hand up to the next person behind him.
The half-orc stops advancing when indicated to do so and he does his best to rest the table he was working to carry in a more comfortable position. His arms bulge with the weight as he waits for the scouts to return.
Not the brightest in the group, Baolo simply shrugs his broad shoulders at Araton's questions before adding, "All I know is that is we age gonna leave, we probably gotta go through the main gate. Maybe Casius is right and they are setting an ambush? But either way, we gotta go through them to get out...so may as well get too it." Though he didn't verbalize it he did think of the possibility of using the ogre as a distraction. They might be aware of their escape, but hard to focus on them when the guards had to deal with a large ogre after all.
Even though he had chased the last runner down, circumstances had changed. The prison was on high alert now and Baolo was not eager to be the sole target. So, when he sees the guard making it through the door, Baolo stops following, shouting back behind him, "That damn guard has made it outside. We best be moving fast and finding a way out of this place."
Baolo follows after the man, grinning as he calls "Hey Grumblejack! I think the guard wants to play!" Hoping his longer stride helps him to catch up with the guard, he attempts to close the distance.
Moving just enough to get in a good position to use the full reach of the glaive, Baolo swings once more, his big arms bulging momentarily as he put their full might behind his attack
Continuing to test his new weapon, Baolo swings the glaive at the guard, using its reach to attack the guard over Araton's head.
Baolo follows after Araton, weapon in hand as they moved to face the guards int he next room.
Figuring these mutts would be a good test of his new weapon, Baolo lashes out at the first one that comes in range.
I am around.
Baolo grunts as he follows orders for now. Taking up his glaive, he takes up a second row position with the hulking ogre, ready to strike and whoever comes through that door first.
Keeping an eye out while the others tried to pull information from the woman, Baolo looks for a place to stuff the dead body so it was out of sight. Better to not leave too much of a trail for the guards. As he went about this, he chimes in with, "So we just binding up the girl, then let's do it and go. I want out of this place," Once the password is discovered, it was easy to see that the big man was on edge and eager to get out and away from the prison.
Sorry to see that you have to go. But I hope that you enjoy your new job!! Also good to see that hte boards are up again. I have had a draft sitting in my email for quite some time now.
Baolo had begun to grow bored as he watched the exchange, weapon in hand and eager to either cause blood shed or keep moving. So, with the man running for it, and a shout to get after him issued, Baolo takes off as Saulric and Araton begin to bicker. There was work to do and he would try to do it. In short time, Baolo was at the far door and out in into the night, his eyes and ears attempting to track the fleeing, shouting man in the twilight. A grin spreading on his face, he was determined to catch the man before he got too far.
Baolo's eyes widened when he glaced at the pile of coin in the chest before his eyes turned back to keeping an eye out for other gaurds. That was more coin than he had ever sen in his life. "So this guy is just as foul as Handor was...all the more reason to take his head," the half-orc muttered. While scoring all that coin was good...it would help if they made it out of the prison, but not help them in their current situation. "I say each take what he can carry and we move on. I ain't keen to haul a whole chest around. Already tough enough being sneaky when I was build for choppin'" With that, Baolo follows Araton's suggestion, heading in the direction of the kitchen to see is a sack or such could be found. It was obvious that the half-orc was eager to leave this place and feared that sticking aorund to long would reduce his chance to escape.
If Saulric has the great sword, then Baolo would have claimed the glaive. Sorry for not catching that as I skimmed the posts.
Before the group left the armory, Baolo claims the great sword and heavy mace. Ain't my cleavers and carving knives, but these'll do," the former butcher says as he straps them to his body. Following the others, he simply keeps watch as the next room is picked apart. Once it looks like people are nearly done exploring the room, Baolo moves to check out the door across from where they had entered.
While Katherina opts for a more defensive strategy, Baolo grins at the commotion, his blood beginning to rush at the chance to dole out some pain to his captors. Gripping the sword in both hands, he rushes to intercept the furthest guard, hoping to use his long stride to cut of any escape. Once he moved past his new allies and into position, he slashes with his blade in a broad stroke that is wild and meant to deal more damage at the expense of accuracy. As he attacks, he grunts, "Here piggy, piggy, piggy," the wild, toothy grin still plastered on his green face.
Sword gripped in hand, Baolo licked the nub of one of his longer teeth before whispering, "If we can find where they keep the dogs...and take care of them...it might make it harder for these sods to track us. For whoever is ahead though, I can cover some ground if'n we are going for an assault...it'll probably make a ruckus though."
There is an armory in the prison it seems. We probably still need to get there however.
Baolo did take a sword, he can give over the MW dagger to Katherina for her to use until we find another guard to butcher.
Baolo was setting about stripping the guard he has been searching when the ogre spoke. with speed surprising of a man of his size, he fumbled for a bit with the long sword, completely forgetting he had a serviceable dagger in hand, before turning to face the ogre, his eye nearly slits as he prepared for a confrontation. Once Lazarus begins speaking however, Baolo goes back to his task, stripping out of his clothing and into the guard's before slipping the chain shirt over his head and strapping the long sword's scabbard and belt around his waist. Then, Baolo gives a few test swings with the blade before smiling and sliding it back into it's sheath. Finally, the big man takes the keys, giving the key ring to those who could use it to free themselves.
After Araton deals with the other guard, Baolo goes about looting that guard as well, taking anything that might be of use to him while keeping an eye out for any keys that will help the others still chained to the wall to get free.
Seeing the remaining guard still trying to retreat, Baolo bolts for the man, covering greater distance than normal for a man his size. Hoping to stop the man's escape, he lunges at the man as he tries his best to drive the bloody dagger into him.
Shuffling around to put the guard between the elf and himself, Baolo grins maliciously as he tries to drive the well crafted dagger in between the guard's ribs.
Baolo's grip on his dagger tightens as he hears the guards approach, muscles tensing as he readies to close the distance with the nearest guard. As soon as he is able to react, Baolo rushes the nearest guard, his long strode helping him to cover the distance quite quickly, a mean looking grin plastered on his face.
With a toothy grin that promises much pain in store for those he would use the dagger on, Baolo takes the dagger and then takes up a place to keep an eye on the door to the cell block.
Where Araton was the picture of calm as he entered into his trance, Baolo seems to be the exact opposite. Indeed, even as he relaxes, his eyes pop open every once in a while and he gnashes his teeth as his thoughts go to being free and facing the guards to come. He does use this time to also collect any additional information he can however, trying his best to keep an ear out for what the guards might be doing and when they leave their posts.
"Here for attempted murder I am. Murdered many more than Talingarde may know. Anyone from Matharyn mighta heard o' the Talirean Butcher...that was me," Baolo added. "Like some of the others here, I do well with a blade in my hand and prey to butcher. And if the blade's big enough to cleanly hack of limbs...all the better." Unlike the other half-orc, Baolo seems content with some indiscriminate slaughter. Indeed, a fire seems to come to his dark eyes at the thought, as if a seething rage could boil up at a moments notice. It wasn't clear what had happened to the half-orc to set him on his path to this cell block, but it certainly left its mark on the half-orc.
Baolo having fallen into his own rather shallow musings, he snaps back to the present at hearing the cell block door clank open. Seeing the elf enter again, Baolo's toothy grin returns, "So youse had a good visit with yer lady friend? Right quick that one." Once the guards leave and the elf mentions a means of escape however, the half-orc turns completely serious. "Hell, its what I was willin' to do that got me locked up here in the first place. You sayin' that the visit with yer lady friend was more than just pleasure?"
After seeing the guard's reaction to Saulic's actions, even Baolo was quick enough to check his own rashness, keeping quite as he turned his eyes down and fumed...wondering if he would get a visitor as well.
Seeing the man commanding the guards center the room, Baolo glares maliciously at the fat sergeant. This was the man who gave the order to sear Baolo's flesh. And if the half-orc ever got free, he would be sure to do the same to the pudgy man. However, the glare quickly vanishes upon hearing that one of those he was chained up with has a visitor. Whose this elf that he gets a visitor, Baolo wonders as the elf is taken away.
"Guess I might as well tell ya'll a bit 'bout me ain't the worst thing I can do while chained up in a cell on an island prison," Baolo grunts. Before he could say more, he grimaces a bit as the raw, burned flesh on his arm rubbed against the shackles on his left wrist. "Gah, whoever decided to mark me there is gonna get me boot in his arse...if I happen to get free that is. Anyway, tha name's Baolo. Had me own butcher shop I operated outta until that prat Knight of Alerion found out me side operation...and saved a more fortunate than 'e deserves son o' some noble family from meeting me meat cleaver."
The greener half-orc snorted at Katherina's words before commenting, "Don't know bout none of that. I's just wished I coulda butchered that puny nobleman before I was caught. Attempted murder...ha! How could they not know about the other five saps who made their way to the mouths o' the poor?" Then, hearing Saulric speak, Baolo comments, "Ain't never heard o' Branderscar before? Them holier than thous at the orphanage chewed my ear off about how I'd end up here. Guess they was right." The last sentence was said with a very toothy sneer, as if Baolo was unimpressed with those threats.
The hulking half-orc hung from his chains, shifting his weight as he tried to get comfortable, a wiry black scuff of hair growing on his chin. Occasionally, the others can hear Baolo grumbling something about what he would do to these bastard guards if he was back in his shop.
Cool. Actually, with changing over to half Orc, that opens up the Hateful rager archetype. While it means I would have to give up invulnerable rager AND Dreadnought, getting favored enemy fits it a bit better with his crime, killing the Mitran worshiping humans who looked down on him in his youth. It might add an additional challenge when raging to ensure Baolo doesn't take out teammates, but the flavor is hard to resist.
Cool. I will be keeping an eye on the recruitment thread. As for the campaign ideas, those both sound interesting. It might take some reworking to make it work, but I see much potential. Part of me is thinking about switching up Baolo a bit, if that is okay. The build would be mostly the same, most likely switching him over to half orc, losing the bonus feat but fitting into his current backstory a bit better.
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