"Aye, followin'em would work for me. Be good to see what 'is fellows are like before makin' too many assumptions on their character."
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"Agreed," Blaughter says to Houk's suggestion. "I been a soldier long enough ta understand the practicality of just killin' 'em...but I'd like to think maybe ma days of always takin' the easy way are behind me. Now, that bein' said...I say we hold on ta the little fellow tonight. No sense riskin' our necks foolishly while bein' civil."
"If it is telling the truth, we're proper bastards if we kill'it...if it's lying, we fight 'ne more kobold."
Just checking in to see how things are going. Any word on the game continuing on?
"Hrrmmmhhh..." Blaughter mutters thoughtfully, "Looks like it'll be 'nother soggy day. Maybe do a bit more scoutin' around and head back, rather than spend another night out 'ere?
Blaughter eyes Margut and the kobold frowning. He seems to think for a moment before answering Minah's request. "Aye lass, I'll lend a hand though I'd like us to be quick about it."
"Hurragh! Foul little wretches! Only good spider is bleeding and dea...er...ah... eyeing Orono he clears his throught, "So, did any o' ye get bit?"
Blaughter hustles his rump to flank one of the arachnids with Orono, his reversion to dealing with the critters warring with his momentary success at killing one of them.
"More bloody spiders..." The fat priest hisses under his breath as he hefts his spear and moves up to defend himself and his companions.
Not sure how you'd like to handle AoOs GM. I'll be online a bit today to check on the game, so I can roll them if they happen...or if you'd rather roll them as they come up that works too. Blaughter is at +5 to hit, and does d8+6 for damage currently
"I'm gonna side with Ros an' Houk on this'n. I think I'd like that bridge between us an' that little bugger an'is friends."
Blaughter finishes digging around in his ear with one calloused and hairy knuckled pinky..."Eh? Someone say m'name?" He asks, having missed the exchange over bravery, halfling lives, and scouting. Seeing the scouts return he shrugs, guessing it had just been a figment of his imagination. "I agree with the lass," He says after Orono speaks...though he's careful not to make eye contact with the woman, and makes a few nervous glances toward her pack (assuming that's where the spider is currently). "If'n we're goin' to be out here we might as well get accustom to the land. Plus, if Minah can scrounge us up some squirrels, an' maybe some mushrooms 'an the like, I can make a pot o' squirrel nut stew for us t'night."
"I ain't one for knowing much about this sort o' thing, but I can tell if it's been magiced."
"Aye, I think we should push on a little further. Maybe we'll have better luck with'a goblins?"
"Eh, I suppose it's as good a start as anythin'. What's the plan now then, hey?
Blaughter uses his own wand twice more while watching the others look for eggs. He didn't know much about owl bear dens, so didn't have much to offer in the hunt, but he could keep his eyes peeled for any more danger.
Hah! Aye, probably. That or destined to create Golarion's first baseball team. Going to go ahead and put Blaughter back to a standard cleric if that's alright GM Ragged. Background Question: Also...Blaughter's hook for coming to the keep was the contract to kill someone there. Did you want to do anything with that or just leave it in the background? As I said before, I've no intent of going through with the contract. If anything, Blaughter would likely make a point of getting in touch with the individual and letting them know someone was interested in seeing them dead.
In theory Blaughter is designed to be a frontline combatant...though I'm going to need to get his AC up...and start managing to hit. I probably should have started the fight off with a buff instead of plunging in to melee too. Considering the number of people we have I'm going to have Bless at the ready next time I prepare. As for a good target to enlarge, Blaughter is a decent choice like Henris said, but hitting Houk with it to give us two melee folk with reach would help. As far as mechanical changes...I wouldn't mind dropping the Evangelist archetype to gain back medium armor prof. Especially considering I spaced the fact that the evangelist loses the ability to spontaneously cast cure spells...
Staggering to his feet slowly, Blaughter hawks and spits a large glob of bloody phlegm onto the ground near the downed owlbear. "Bloody things pack a damn good wholop. Thanks there, lass, for the healin'." He says to Orono, "An' you too." He adds, gesturing to Margut. Before retrieving his spear he digs out a wand and uses it.
Margut's heroics did not go unnoticed, and while chanting Blaughter gives the hobgoblin an appreciative nod.
Staggering back from his mauling, Blaughter howls in rage and pain! Gripping his spear in shaky hands he attempts to skewer the beast, hoping to end the fight so he and the other wounded can get patched up.
Blaughter spends a moment watching the way the owlbear infront of him fights. Beasts went about killing different than men, but they still had their patterns and rhythms and a perceptive old soldier could pick up on...the way something with such bulk will try and use that bulk when it swings, pulling back just a hair too far to get the right amount of momentum...and there! There is an opening!
Having been away from the field of battle too long, Blaughter didn't initially catch on to the situation he and his companions faced...truthfully, when the discussion turned to the subject of Orono's venomous companion his mind drifted to a time, maybe not quite long enough ago, when he was more acquainted with such creatures. The cracking of branches and howl of pain as one of Houk is bloodied draws him to the here and now though, and he rushes toward the beast, adrenaline stripping everything but his training from his thoughts.
Looking around, Blaughter takes a big deep breath and lets it out in a content sigh. "Right peaceful spot this place is. A fella'd be hard pressed not to think about retirin' to a secluded cabin, seein' a place like this."
"Harh Harh! Don't you worry, we get chased by goblins you'll all get away fine. They'll be eating me for days!" Blaughter's expansive gut jiggles with each laugh. "So it's to the caves then I take it?"
"It was worth a try. We'll have to make do with what we've been given. Shall we head out into the field?" "Sounds like a proper plan to me lad. Roscoe, you got a bit 'o intel on the region, any thoughts on where we should go scoutin' about first?"
Blaughter walks around the shop for a moment with his companions, eyeing this and that, before excusing himself back outside. It was good to establish contact with the local buyer/seller, but the old soldier was more than happy to let Roscoe take lead in that endeavor. Outside, he keeps an eye out for any other adventuring types, or arriving patrols to chat with. The captain had said they were the only band of freeblades for the moment, but who knew when that would change?
Blaughter rises fairly early, and spends a surprising amount of time in his shared room exercising, mostly stretches and the like...and is quite limber for a man of his girth. When done, if Margut is awake the old soldier gives him a wink, "Secret to a long life may be heavy armor and a longer weapon than yer enemy, but that there'll keep ye young forever. Now, are you as ready ta eat as I am friend?" He heads downstairs, joining up with the rest of the "freeblades" in time for Roscoe's break down of the situation.
"Hah, all manner of men follow Desna my friend, all manner..." He seems to drift back into his thoughts and memories briefly, before he shakes himself out of it. "As for the undead...I can help out in that regard in'a few different ways."
To Margut, "Been a soldier of some sort or another all m'life. Got pretty good at holdin' the line, makin' sure no enemies get past and tryin' to harass our back line. Helps bein'at I'm too fat ta run! Harh harh harh! Other than that, I took ta the gods more recently, so sometimes I pray to the Great Dreamer, an sometimes I'm lucky enough she answers." To Orono's suggestion "After a good night's rest, an' somethin' warm ta eat in the morning, I'd be happy as a peach to go scoutin' about 'afore we drop any coin."
"Not sure about you lot, but I'm lookin' forward to a bed ain't on the rocky ground for a change." Blaughter says after finishing the stew and drink. "You mentioned being shy 'o coin?" He asks Margut. "I been known ta snore like dwarf, and I'll likely be up and down half the night goin' out to have a piss, but if ye can put up with that I'd be happy to share a room with ya and handle the bill tell we start pullin' in coin on our merry venture." Assuming Margut consents...
"Oh you're a darling star in the night's sky lass," Blaughter says in thanks when Doris brings the food and drinks to the table. Through most of the conversation he adds little beyond a noncommittal grunt here and an appropriately placed chuckle there, seeming more concerned with his own thoughts than the details of the charter. The prospect of a nice bottle of wine is enough to draw him out of his head though. "Aha, this is why I love traveling with the wee folk," he says after Roscoe points out the bottle to Doris. "Sharp eyes and impeccable taste!"
Blaughter listens in on the conversation about charters and dragons, chuckling quietly to himself at the idea of bringing a wyrm down an time soon...then follows the others into the inn. "[b]Oh I've a few coins saved up I could toss into the pot, get us started."
Won't be summoning anything in the immediate future, but I'll start compiling stats preemptively. Would a link to the SRD be alright, assuming a lack of abilities that modify the base summoned creature, or would the preference be to just include the stats?
Having just finished relieving himself on a tree some distance from the path, Blaughter makes his way back to the caravan. He is a man of immense girth in both the abdominal and facial hair region. Even while out making water he keeps his kit and accompaniments close at hand, using his long handled spear as a walking stick while navigating the off track terrain. Over the days of travel he's conducted himself as a jovial enough companion, more than happy to help anyone in the caravan not accustom to roughing it, joking and telling stories about the fire at night...in fact, it appears he is quite fond of regaling the group with some story or another. If even half of them are to be believed, he's been on the field in nearly every major battle in this region and all neighbors for the past twenty years. Perhaps it's just the number of days spent traveling making everyone's tells sound alike, but last night's grand tell sounded an awful lot like one someone in the caravan told the first night... "Lunch time already?" He says hopefully, eyeing Orono's "pet" feast upon some woodland creature or another. His tone is friendly, though he gives the spider a wide birth and nervous glance. OOC: Would like to pick up a few last bits of gear if that's alright. Rope, rations, a tent, things like that.
Dotting.
Hitting a schedule snag at the moment. Curious on what the posting expectations are going to be like? I'm pretty sure I can finish up the sheet in time, I'm just worried about keeping up over the next week if it's something crazy like min of multiple posts a day. After this coming week I should be solid.
Interested in playing this profile. Blaughter is an old worn down solider, jovial and kind natured, tired of seeing good lads fall in wars began by men who've never even seen a battlefield. Or at least that's the lie he's been living the last few years. The truth is, well...something less heroic. He wasn't so much a soldier as a hired killer, and, at least at the time, he didn't care a bit for the young men who didn't make it home. That was a long time ago, though, and he's a different man now. Changed for the better. Even dedicated his life to serving the goddess Desna. Or at least that's what he tells himself. But sure enough, an old "friend" came sniffing around for him, offering a big sack of coin for a job that came as natural as breathing just a few years ago, and Blaughter said yes just out of reflex. Spoiler Alert: ;) I don't want to play a bad guy in this campaign. Backgroundwise Blaughter's been hired to take someone in the keep out (the Castellan perhaps...maybe someone on one side doesn't want to risk him taking orders from the other), but if selected he isn't going to go through with it. It's just his reason for going out that way, and once there he's going to decide doing whatever adventurey type stuff we have to do is going to be his second chance.
Sounds like we have another synthesist...drat. Hopefully the two of us are different enough, both mechanically as well as background-wise to not conflict too much. Rhys Grey...Thank you for the time you spent considering all that. Only thing I would have done different if I were GM would be the hit points, but I'm interested in seeing how it works out (assuming I get selected of course). Ray, thank you for the link, I had no clue they already had a FAQ up for the APG. Good to have handy. Anyways, here is Auzshial Medveyed, though he's not fully statted up just yet. Background is very rough, as I through it together this morning before class...hoping to have to polished a bit by tomorrow. Hopefully there is enough to get a feel for the character. Mechanically I want to make him into a front liner (though looking at the other applicants, we have plenty of meat with which to shield...) with plenty of buffing/counter buffing spells. I'm new to the summoner class though, so any advice people have for building him up as we go would be greatly appreciated.
Human Witch 6 here and getting ready... Going to read up on The Twelve tonight, but so far it seems like something Auzshial could be at least loosely connected to. As for goals, I'm still interested in playing around in the Mournland. Personal goals would include a deceased love one who's body he is trying to track down and bring back. I'm going to come up with some more detail, though any input from the DM/fellow players would be appreciated.
Don't have much in the way of stats on this computer, but here is the alias. This character isn't so much evil, as just off putting. Very Rastlinesque I suppose you could call it. |