Verik Vancaskerkin

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32 posts. Alias of Seldlon the Swift.


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"Just the five of us, ma'am."


Bill and Eddie enter the tavern and head directly to Cirthana. "Lady Cirthana, we have been cursed. Same as these folks. Can you help us?"


Bill still looks confused.


sense motive: 1d20 ⇒ 14

Bill laughs "You're joshin me Niu." He then gets a pensive look as if he has no clue as to what you just said.


Once everyone has settled in and had their trail rations, Bill says "I got one for ya. I was helping a friend out at the local lodge. Three guys show up and I charge them 30 copper for a room. When my buddy gets back he says it was only 25 for the room. He gives me 5 copper for the guys. When I get to the room, I explain I over charged them and gave them a copper each, keeping 2 for myself cause I ain't good with the math. And then I think. They gave me 10 and I gave them each one back. So they paid 9 each times 3 and that makes 27. I have 2 that makes 29. Where did that last copper piece go? "


"Hahahaha" Bill laughs as one of the lizards drops for her boot and the other is trying to amicably climb up her side to get closer to her hair.


"No worries, Rhen. I'll keep my hands to myself." Bill says as he slaps the dwarf on the backside. "Got my bow back and ready for trouble. Best keep them peeps open." He says with a smile.


Bill is laying belly down on the ground by the fire they just built. Chin resting on folded arms, he watches Festia and Lady Wyvernrose. He points it out to Eddie and Steve. "When you think you have seen it all..."


Survival: 1d20 ⇒ 1


mwk shortsword v AC 22: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18 19–20
damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

"You could have prevented this!"


"What you say is true, Niu. It was just the moment that got to me. The way it happened. He took the glory of our kill with his last breath. Truly evil. I am glad he is dead"


Bill gives the blood spattered Ziera a condescending and judgemental glance as he moves past her.


Bill moves to Depnaakra
mwk shortsword: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7


damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5


Able to breath again, Bill heads into the web with Ranok.
cmb v DC 16: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

Just escaping entanglement, he yells "Curse you, witch! How are we supposed to fight with you around?"

He attempts to relieve Ranok of the large critter.
mwk shortsword (19/20) v AC16: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

confirm (19/20) v AC16: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14


Bill stops short of the webbing. He coughs. "Give me a minute, big guy. Be there...cough, cough..soon."


Bill is wishing he had not entered the stinking cloud. He remains resolute to stay with Ranok as he pukes on Ranok's boot.


Bill grumbles and shrugs he shoulders before following Ranok into the cloud.


Bill follows Ranok.


"I know they were no threat to you. Eddie is our tactition. Eddie !!! what do you make of this?"


Bill turns to Ranok. "That bolt back there that cost me my bow was a message for you. See, we get this training pretty regular and I kinda know some stuff. Don't know it all. Can't do some of what I do know. But you was all pinned up by your allies. If it was me, I woulda backed out of there. The front line is where you are. You back up, I guarantee your casters and archers gonna back up. You got alotta orc in you, Ranok."


Bill was going to end Eadoo. Hearing Ranok's direction, he moves to the kobold protecting Depnaakra.

mwk shortsword: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17
damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10


ref v DC 15: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17


Bill takes advantage of the sleeping monster and moves into flanking position with Ranok. With both blades at the ready he says "Yep, right here with you, Ranok."

In case the coup de grace is not fatal. Ziera's glaive crits at 3x.


Bill moves beside Ranok. "Boss says I'm up front with you till I learn my lesson."
will v DC 15: 1d20 ⇒ 18

Bill's two shortswords begin to do their work.
mwk shortsword v AC 20: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
mwk shortsword v AC 20: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9


Bill and Steve move the mounts to the far southwest corner of the clearing and tie them off. They head back to the office where boss is gathering up the paperwork on the loggers.


Bill looses interest in the fight. "Let's see what Boss is up to."
Steve and Eddie join him.


Bill heads up the watch tower. "Back it up people! You pinned your front line."


"Sorry 'bout that, orc. I'll be more careful." Bill returns his safety to safe.


Bill attempts to think. Boss said to not trust 'em. He is protecting the zombies.
Bill lowers the sights to the orc. He pulls the trigger
crossbolt v AC 20: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
crossbolt damage: 1d8 ⇒ 4
Ranok hears a crossbolt whizz past his ear by a few inches.
He reloads and moves back 5 ft.


Bill looks down the sights of his crossbow. He sees cat/zombie, zombie/cat. He moves the sights to his right. He sees orc/zombie, zombie/orc. He flips the safety off and exhales.


"I see a shot, boss." Bill draws his light crossbow as he moves into position. He loads a bolt. As he is taking careful aim at the melee in front of him, Ziera's words concern him. "What do you mean by that, ma'am?