Belrim Ironbeam's page

The dwarf, heavy pick in hand, stands in front of the group, ready to attack the mysterious humanoid(?) in the fog.

Belrim looks around the floor to find something hand-sized but heavy to throw. When the dwarf finds something that fit the bill, the fighter throws it into the yellow fog.

The dwarf shakes his head 'no'.

"Mind yourself, 'fuzzy'", Belrim threatens, stroking his beard, "I still haven't made my mind about you!"

Belgrim shakes his head 'no'.

The dwarf sighs. "I'm Belgrim." Pointing to the naked human, Belgrim adds, "I can't remember his name."
"You are in a sanitarium overun with shapechangers and other weird $#|+. I wouldn't trust me either."

"WHAT THE F#<K IS GOING ON AND WHO ARE YOU 'PEOPLE'?!!" the dwarf bellowed behind the naked human. "Gods-damn! I hate this place!!"

Belrim follows the naked human, trying to both keep watch over the unarmed man and see if his eyes were deceiving him.
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Belrim looks around in astonished disgust. "By the Creation Father, who would collect such things?"

I'm a little confused. Have we started all over or are we back at the sarcophagus?

I still wish to keep the godling class for Belrim. Anything I can do/have so sticking around, like the 25-point buy, etc?

Sticking with godling class.

I can't think of anyone who'd be willing to join. I'd would like to rework Belgrim if we move forward. Gestalting would be easier, but it's your campaign and will comply.

The sanitarium seems like a slog, but not all campaigns have to start out the gate like gangbusters! I'd like to continue, but I understand your situation, Modred, and if you wish to cancel the adventure, I'd live with it. If we continue, can those who stayed get a boost somehow, like re-rolling better stats, extra feat, etc.?

The dwarf looks on in quiet apprehension, not trusting ANY damn thing in this place to be what is it.

"Those you see before you also came to this sanitarium without our memories, fighting ungodly horrors", the dwarf said frankly. "My name is Belrim..and that's about all I know..oh! And I think the leader of the resistance of the horrors is also a stinking shapeshifter, so watch out for her!"

Belgrim, confused on how to remove the bonds of this human, takes out his greatpick and tries to pry the bindings off.

Hey everybody! My wife and I will be celebrating our 15th wedding anniversary Thursday, so no posts tomorrow from me. I'm be back on Friday.

"Damn. Another unfortunate bastard." The dwarf laments, shaking his head. Belgrim attempts to slap the human out of assuredly nightmare scape.

You know Modred, with this campaign more might be the merrier. If you still have friends who wish to join, I don't see a problem.

GRRRRRRR! I'll stick around.

I confused. Can Granite only see his attacker or can we all?
Belrim takes a few steps back as the sarcophagus changes in nature. Then the dwarf notices Granite yelling something.

Belrim eyes the sarcophagus suspiciously.

Belrim sighs audibly as the there was no supposed attack. "By the Gods, I hate this place!" With heavy pick in hand, the dwarf helps riffle through paperwork, looking for anything of use.
Knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
"Found a wand", Belrim says in passing.

Belrim cautiously approaches the desk with the two dead doctors. He readies an action to attack the corpses in case they rise as undead.

Belrim readies his heavy pick for another fight.

Fixed.

1d12(max) + 4 Con/level

I'm frontline. The others are too squishy, but they help me out when they can.

Count Overwhelm for me too.

There aren't many to choose from since we're all 2nd level.

Belgrim, as a typical stoic dwarf, folds his arms and grunts in agreement with Randee.

Perhaps, for everyone sake, we should let this campaign die. If RL gets in the way this much, take care of RL, and maybe we'll meet again on the forums. What does everyone else say?

Belrim walks up to the north doors and puts his ear up to it to hear if someone or something was behind it.

[dice=Perception]1d20 + 7

I'm sorry. Did I say North? I meant East. Yeah, East. That's what I meant. :(

Belrim walks up to the north doors and puts his ear up to it to hear if someone or something was behind it.
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

I'm sorry. Who are you and what are you doing on our game postings?

"Torag!" Belrim cursed.
The dwarf quickly slip his heavy pick on his hip, while drawing his dagger, throwing it in one smooth motion.
MW dagger: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
Dmg.: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Belrim Ironbeard advances on the far ratling, and attempts to pierce it's hide with his heavy pick.
Heavy Pick: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
Dmg.: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Not even sure if Belrim is tall enough to even hit the ratling, honestly. Hoping for the best!

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
Belrim grunts, "Yep. I see them."
The dwarf positions himself between the others and the small holes.
"See if those northern doors can be opened, quietly."

Belrim nods at Randee, heavy pick in hand.

Belrim listened to the kobold and nodded in understanding.
"Let's join Grendl. See what he found."

Belrim quietly unsheathes his heavy pick, as the grippli listens at the doors.

First of all, as far as we players know, we are not inmates. Adventurers in the wrong place and the wrong time, yes, but inmates, NO!
Belrim looks around with distaste. "Lots of ways to go, Lots of ways to be ambushed. I hate this damned place!"

The dwarf looked at the human with a furled brow. "...okay, then."
Looking distrustfully at Winter, Belrim states, "I could use a refill of my waterskin. Can you handle that?"

Belrim nods at Winter then nods at the others to make sure all understand.
"Randee", asks the dwarf, "How are you for light? I think you are the only one of us that needs it in the dark."

With the others in tow, Belrim walks up to the collapsed portion of the hall.
Clearly that will have to be removed in order for us to progress.
The dwarf miner carefully looks over the collapsed area to see if it can be safely exhumed.
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

Belrim, whiles saying his goodbyes, pulls Kaloora close and away from the humans.
"Watch these humans. Winter in particular. I don't trust it. The minute Winter turns into a shapeshifter, smash it's brains in."
After his talk, Belrim takes point in further exploration.

I was just thinking about this campaign when I was walking my dogs 10 minutes ago thinking, "I wonder if we can get that Godling campaign back off the ground?" And there you guys are! Awesome!

Will save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
Belrim laughs bitterly, "Not a chance in Hell."

"No one knows. Most of still don't even remember who we are", spoke Belrim.
As York and Winter leave the heroes along, the dwarf speaks to Randee in a low voice, "I don't fully trust Winter. I suspect she's a shapechanger as well. I will watch over us as you sleep, then you watch for a few hours, while I get some shuteye."