Bergar Ironhand's page

Sorry, but I just realized I have GM credit on this character for this scenario. Maybe I'll catch a different one sometime. Thanks.

1. Forum Name: WillDH
2. Character Name: Bergar Ironhand
3. PFS #: 110483-9
4. Roll for Day Job: NA
5. Initiative: +0
6. Perception: +0 (+2 vs. unusual stonework. Gets a free check if within 10 feet

No problem.

EbonFist wrote:

GM Ietsuna wrote:

Looking for 3 players to join our Crypt of the Everflame. We have barely begun.

Come to recruitment HERE

I don't think that link goes where you think it goes.

It goes to the campaign recruitment page, while the updated discussion is on the campaign discussion page.

I posted in the discussion tab with my paladin, if you'll have me.

Hey, there. Saw the request looking for other players. Have my dwarf paladin if you're interested. He's only got 1 xp. First adventure was my first PbP as well.

"Yer best ale, barkeep! I jus' came back from a near-death experience, 'n' I need me a good drink!", bellows the red-bearded dwarf as he bursts through the door to the lodge. His highly polished warhammer easily reflects what light there is inside, his holy symbol of Torag as reflective as his weapon.
”Damned museum. First there was this girl tha’ was evil, then she zapped me, then she weren’t evil no more. Place should be shut down, if’n ye ask me.” He scans the room and spies the half-orc sitting by himself. ”Slimer! Fancy meetin’ ye here. Lookin’ fer work, too, eh? Or are ye just here fer food ‘n’ drink?” His ample brow wrinkles as a confused look crosses his face. ”Wait. Do ye even need t’ eat ‘n’ drink… ‘r sleep?” He plops himself down at the same table.
”Hey! Where’s tha’ frogman that follows ye around?” He scratches at his beard as he tries to recall the grippli’s name. ”Pog? Toe? Poe? Poe! Tha’s it! Where is ‘e?”

Got it! Thanks again.

Thanks, GM Gustavef. You definitely made it so I am going to continue PbP. Thanks for running.
And thanks to all my fellow players. You really helped make the game.

A few rounds later, after Bergar is feeling himself again...
"I guess they do mean it when they say 'Ye c'n do anythin' if ye put yer brain to it'...eh? Eh?" Laughing to himself at his pun, he approaches Imrizade.
"Ye okay there, now? Sorry 'bout the hits, but we needed t' put an end t' this thing. C'n ye tell us what that "thing" was?"

Will+2 vs. spells + 1 guidance: 1d20 + 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 2 + 2 + 1 = 13
Bergar, coming back from near-death, barely manages to shrug off the effects of the wand. He growls, feeling the effects of the infernal power in his veins healing his wounds.
"Feeling less charitable right now, lass. Better give in while ye can." He steps forward and swings again at the prone sorceress.
mwk warhammer+smite+non-lethal: 1d20 + 7 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (1) + 7 + 2 - 4 = 6
Damage+smite: 1d8 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 3 + 1 = 12
But the taint in his blood makes him lose focus and fumble as the hammer smashes down. Small chips of stone fly in all directions as his fury is wasted on the floor instead of his intended target.

Everyone, I, ah, don't know if you caught it or not but the paladin just got tapped with a wand of infernal healing. There is a sort of bad side of me that has gotten a slight chuckle out of the concept, our pally is smacked down to exactly 0 hp and his teammate wants to do the right thing to help. But it kind of came out as the wrong thing to do to the wrong person.

I'd like to ask of our GM if you would allow a slight retcon of the recent actions, like maybe a free action by the staggered dwarf to decline the wand tap or a melee touch attack or a will save (that one is allowed per the spell)? Infernal healing is kind of a big no-no for paladins, to be imbued with devil blood powered fast healing and show up as with an evil alignment for a while.

So, having never played a paladin before, I had to look up rules regarding this. From what I found, there is no alignment infraction, he doesn't lose any of his "paly" abilities, and there will be no need of atonement. As such, I decided to play it as he appreciates the gesture, but that it can't happen again. I'm also going to play it that for the next ten rounds, his personalty has changed. Thanks for the ask, Jerry, but we'll pass on the retcon.

A smoldering appears in Bergar's eyes, and this time it's not from the Shocking Grasp. The fury in his voice is almost palpable as he says through tightly clenched teeth, "Numbers, you 'n' me 'r' gonna have a very serious talk 'bout what you jus' did t' me. I 'preciate th' healin', but don't ye' ever do that again."
Bergar will be back up to 10hp after fast healing 1 and Poe's CLW of 9. Thanks, guys.

"AAARRRGGGHHhhhhh!" Bergar's body convulses with the electrical current coursing through him. Smoke rising from under his helmet, the tips of his beard singed, and several strands of hair standing on end, his weapon hand visibly lowers as he no longer has the strength to attack.
"Tha's...tha's... pretty...effective...there, girl."
He five-foot staggers away, silently praying to Torag.
Torag, me Father o' Creation, protect these worthy allies who surround me. While I wish t' continue th' fight, if I do go on it'd likely be me last one. How could I protect th' worthy then, eh? I ain't ready t' meet Pharasma yet.

Finally seeing a target that appears to be worthy of divine wrath (at least one he can reach), Bergar activates his Smite Evil against Imrizade swift action, gains +2 deflection to AC vs. Imrizade, runs forward move action, and swings at his target standard, non-lethal.
mwk warhammer+smite+non-lethal: 1d20 + 7 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (19) + 7 + 2 - 4 = 24
Non-lethal damage+smite: 1d8 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 3 + 1 = 11
"Ye be lucky, woman, that I promised t' bring ye back alive if I could!"

Sensing evil coming from whatever the canister contains, but unable to reach it at it's current location, he switches his focus to Imrizade. Detect Evil on Imrizade, move action. Moving as fast as his sturdy but short legs can carry him, he moves forward 20 feet.
"We need t' get t' whatever's in th' canister. I c'n unleash some righteous smitin' on it if I could get t' it."

"A wide alcove in the northern wall holds a dais on which stands the Gate of Beyond, a 15-foot-tall archway carved from a strange, glowing blue-green stone called Abysium. This room is the sanctum of the aberrant sorcerer Imrizade Blakros. A strange metal cylinder is attached to the Gate at the apex of the arch.

@ GM Gustavef: Does the canister detect as evil?

Miklos rushes forward and slashes at the zombie.

I'll take care of this...see if we can free her. Those cords perhaps....

[dice=attack]1d20+7; 1d8+4 can someone move me up pls?

Gotcha covered

Bergar strides into the room (1st move action, 20 ft.), takes a look at the zombie and decides it may not be worth it. I only get one shot at this t'day. Want t' make sure it's not wasted. If only me legs were longer...
Focusing on the cylinder he detects evil (2nd move action), searching for a target truly worthy of his Smite Evil. Not activating it yet

"A trapped, trapped box, sittin' in the' middle o' an empty room? 'N' it's empty? Shoulda seen that one comin'." Bergar adjusts his pack, readies his shield and tightens his grip on his warhammer.
"May not be th' brightest tool playin' without a full deck, but I'd guess whatever's on th' other side o' th' curtain knows we're comin'."
Channeling his divine energy, he focuses on the curtain and the area around it, searching for the presence of unfriendliness. Move action to Detect Evil

With a satisfied "Harumph!" and a tentative sniff of the burning bugs, Bergar looks to Miklos and Vogue.
"Thanks fer the flask, Miklos. And be sure t' thank yer goddess fer me. Don't know I coulda done that without 'er help. So, what say we take a look at what else was in this here box, eh?"

Bergar readies to throw the alchemist's fire at the spiders. "Numbers!@No. 201113 Get out o' the swarm!"
Ranged Touch Attack Alchemist's Fire: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20
Ranged Touch Attack Alchemist's Fire: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6

"Eh? We're doin' this, now? Umm, anybody got some acid 'r alchemist's fire I c'n borrow? I ain't got much on me if'n there's bugs."

"Sounds reasonable t' me. You've much more knowledge 'bout them things th'n I do. I do know tha' I don't want t' be fightin' no bugs. Hammer 'r no, y' can't seem t' ever make a dent in 'em."
He shifts his attention back to the curtain.
"So, we movin' on then? This black curtain blockin' some weird green light sure don't look dangerous at all, does it?"
He glances back at the rest of the group. "Tha's sarcasm, by th' way," he says with a wink and a grin. "People tell me they don't always get it."
Torag, forgive me fer talkin' so much. I know ye ain't big on wastin' breath but, Droskar's dregs, I be nervous today! Prob'ly 'cause I didna get me coffee...

"Lemme check this thing." Bergar moves closer, prays to Torag, and detects for evil on the box. If none, he will notify the team, then shift his attention to the curtain. My first time playing a Paladin. I keep forgetting I can do that...

Moving down the shaft will require either a Acrobatics to not slip on the mold, or Climb.

Sorry, didn't realize we weren't done in that room yet.

Bergar eyes the stairs warily. "No' exactly the most agile dwarf there is, but I'll see what I c'n do. Ye may want t' clear th' way down below![/]
Climb: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (5) - 1 = 4
OOOF!UFF!UGH!AAAARRRGGHHH!!
Or at least I'm assuming. *facepalm*

"Eh? Who said that? Whatcha mean "Singin' fingernails?" He looks around, spotting the pack and the fungus. Move action to Detect Evil on the fungus
"Vogue, get yer purty boy head up here 'n' see if ye know what this thing is. I want t' check out this pack that's 'round th' corner, but I'm not trustin' anythin' here I don' recognize."
Eyeing the fungus suspiciously, he readies an action in case it decides to act like the plant in the last room and attack.

"Short 'r' not, I'll admit I've been humbled today. I'll give it me best!" Bergar backs up, bangs his hammer against his shield, and throws all his sturdy dwarfness against the door.
strength+ 1 aid: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 3 + 2 = 17
strength+ 1 aid: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 3 + 2 = 20

"I don't think there's anythin' beyond this door, but it seems t' be stuck. Lemme see if I c'n open it."
Strength: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

What in blazes is wrong w' me today? Can't seem t' hit the broad side o' a aboleth!
Well done, Aisha. Definitely condsiderin' m'self t' be in good company t'day. There anythin' else here worth note?
Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 9
AAAAARRRRGHHHHH!

Once again Bergar tries to "plant" one on the beast.
mwk warhammer: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
But his attempt fails to take "root".

Finally snapping out of whatever funk had befallen him, Bergar moves into the room and swings his hammer at the odd creature.
mwk warhammer: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Curse these dice rolls!
I moved your token for you, Miklos.

Bergar suddenly feels like he is in a thick fog made of a viscous substance, unable to clearly perceive anything, or to get his limbs and body to react as quickly as he would like. The world around him seems to speed up as all his allies rush ahead of him to deal with the new threat the wretched Blakros Museum has managed to spew from its bowels.
Might as well make those dice rolls dramatic, right? Geez.

"Guess we've found one o' Nigel's men. Wonder where th' other is?"
If there's nothing else to do here, Bergar will move over to the door with Tem and No. 201113.

Bergar wrinkles hose nose at the smell of decay. He looks suspiciously around the room to see if there is any obvious danger lurking (you know, like some sort of animated object?).
"C'n anybody tell what may've happened here? This the girl we're lookin' for?"
Heal: 1d20 ⇒ 16

Bergar, trusting in his allies' skills, moves up behind Vogue. Warhammer at the ready, shield in hand, crossbow reloaded (safety on :P), he whispers.
"Alright, "Absalom's Next Top Model", ready when you are."

Seeing Vogue looking at himself in the mirror, Bergar speaks up.
"You 'bout ready there, Fabio? We still gotta find this missin' Blakros girl, if yer not too busy."

"Desna's dimples! Hopin' there's not more o' those around." Bergar gathers his dropped weapons. His brow furrows as he looks over the damaged pick.
"Damn things a bane t' weaponsmiths. Wonder why I never heard o' 'em before."
As he walks past Poe, he slaps him on the shoulder. "Thanks fer the healin' there, Frogger. Painful hit it was, but I'm better now."
He turns then and gives Miklos a hard look. "Mighty fine hit, son. But next time, don't go runnin' to th' other room when yer friends r' needin' ye. Prob'ly coulda ended this sooner, right Milktoast?"

Noticing the crack in the pick's haft, Bergar drops the now inferior weapon with disgust. Well, he warned us... Following the tenets of his deity, he tries to strategize.
"This thing's not standin' up. Maybe we should back away so it'll stand up then try ranged attacks?"
On that note, Bergar 5-foot steps away (sorry Aisha), draws his crossbow and fires at the prone statue.

lgt crossbow, cover & melee: 1d20 + 1 - 4 - 4 ⇒ (19) + 1 - 4 - 4 = 12 damage: 1d8 ⇒ 5
following two rounds move to reload, standard to fire
lgt crossbow, cover & melee: 1d20 + 1 - 4 - 4 ⇒ (4) + 1 - 4 - 4 = -3 damage: 1d8 ⇒ 8

lgt crossbow, cover & melee: 1d20 + 1 - 4 - 4 ⇒ (7) + 1 - 4 - 4 = 0 damage: 1d8 ⇒ 7

Blast!! Reason I hate this thing...

I guess Pretty-boy's useful after all. Bergar reluctantly drops his precious hammerfree action, draws out his heavy pick and steps up to engage the stony-faced adversary.5-foot step up and free draw as part of a move action.
Silently praying once again to Torag, he swings.Standard
heavy pick: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20
Arrrgh! So close to a x4 crit!
damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Sounds like fun. Definitely will be trying to jump in on those if I can. I haven't played most of those scenarios.

Bergar, hearing Aisha's warning, moves into the room. Double move to get to current location
"Movin' statue, eh? Sounds like it's gonna need someone t' knock a chip off it's shoulder."
'N' another jab like that, Vogue, yer gonna be gettin' 1d6 points of "Copyright Infringement" damage up yer arse.
Love ya', Jerry ;P

"Got a pick 'r broadsword fer ya t' use. Or me crossbow if tha's more t' yer likin'."
Bergar moves up behind Vogue and readies himself. He quietly speaks to him.
"What kinda name's Vogue, anyway? Ye ask me, a person takes one word in Common and makes it 'is name, well, he got somethin' not quite right in the' head."

Hmmm. Reminiscent of King Tarrgick's reign, maybe? Bergar grabs a rag out of his pack and polishes his hammer. "I ain't seein' nothing here o' note. So, go back t' number 2, 'r go on through number 3 right here?"

"Well, tha' was the oddest lookin' bear I ever seen. Don' think it was real, either. Good hit there, Slimer. Now, there anythin' in here we're looking for?"
Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 17

Bergar, noticing most of the rest of his compatriots acting, realizes something is amiss. He silently prays to Torag: Oh, Father o' Creation, guide yer servant's hammer true.
The owlbear comes into view and he swings...
mwk warhammer: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
move action: 10 ft(15 if that dino tail counts as difficult)
standard to attack

"Huh? What bear?"

Token moved to behind Bergar. Tem already has the side spot.
"Keep that light behind me, if'n ye can. Got me dwarf eyes. I c'n see just fine."
How do them others do it, not seein' in the dark, 'n' all?

Bergar moves forward, readying his warhammer and shield. Smacking the hammer on his shield, he addresses the group.
"Well, I usually say 'Right is right', but these doors seem to be conveniently numbered for us. I'm up fer following th' numbers. Any objections?"
Bergar will move 10 feet to whichever door is labeled "Storeroom 1". Also @ GM Gustavef, since it's my first PbP, do I request access to edit the map, or do you move the token for me?
Also, perception to listen for any sound on the other side of the door.
Perception: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (10) + 0 = 10

Just an FYI for table 1, Bergar's not unhappy or belligerent. He's what I like to refer to as "cliché dwarf-friendly". It may not be coming across that way.