Male Orc Barbarian 1
Wow something weird must have happened. I made a post yesterday hitting with a 23, and doing 13 points of damage. Don't know what happened to that post...so I'll try again. AC16(16/18), HP-16(14), Rage 3/12 "I need to get someone to alter this thing". "It's a bit restrictive". 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23 Flanking, Raging, Earthbreaker attack 2d6 + 9 ⇒ (1, 2) + 9 = 12 Raging, EB damage OK now how weird is that to roll the exact same thing again??? Something fishy here.
Male Orc Barbarian 1
AC16(16/18), HP189(14), Rage 2/12 Frustrated at his inability to dent the things armor...Wow I'd love some armor like that...Boodka steps in and swings again. 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14 Raging, Flanked Earthbreaker attack 2d6 + 9 ⇒ (1, 5) + 9 = 15 Raging damage. "This suit is in my way". "I'm going to take it off".
Male Orc Barbarian 1
Valai wrote:
Quite used to being tolerated but not engaged by the more civilized races, it takes Boodka a minute to realize that he is being addressed. "What"? "Huh"!..."Me". "Well I". "Umm". "Yes I was born there, and spent my youth their...but I guess looking back I never really fit in there". "My ideas were I guess a little...well...unusual to their liking". "I do not consider that home however". "Umm...so...How is your day going". Boodka offers a toothy, and hopefully non-threatening smile. Then the friendly moment is interrupted by a clamor from ahead. Raising his Earthbreaker high, Boodka's instincts take over, and he charges the monstrosity. AC14(16/18), HP189(14), Rage 1/12 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15 Raging, Charging EB Attack 2d6 + 9 ⇒ (1, 3) + 9 = 13 Raging Damage
Male Orc Barbarian 1
Feel free to assume that Boodka is travelling along with the group if I don't post otherwise. Don't let me saying 'me too' hold up the game. Boodka follows along with the group, thinking that this is a very strange place, and every now and then hitting something that looks breakable with his Earthbreaker. 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22 Perception
Male Orc Barbarian 1
Boodka watches the events unfold with disinterest. He'll just follow these guys around, until they get him somewhere he likes. As the treat of imminent danger seems low, he rests his weapon on the ground before him, and attempts to stick his fingers in his ears to filter out some of the noise, and is frustrated by the futility of the glass sphere. Then remembering the nose itching trick he puts both arms inside the suit and after some difficulty manages to plug up both ears, and lower the volume to a tolerable level.
Male Orc Barbarian 1
"Well I'm just a simple warrior with shiny armor and a big Hammer". "Pretty easy going...well I must admit if you see me turning red, and starting to foam at the mouth, you might want to stay away till I calm down,...but most of the time I just want to stay warm, have a full belly, and a reason to laugh". I don't trust magic much, so I'm not sure about all that mumbo-jumbo you're talking about, but I'm getting hungry, so if this 'telephoning' thing gets us to where there is something to eat, I'm all for it". "By the way, don't mean to be rude and all, but shouldn't you guys get right-side up before we leave"? "Don't want to arrive there on you heads, and break those fancy glass bowls". For those looking at Boodka as he speake
Spoiler: Not only is this guy really ugly, he's got a wooden eye in one socket with a very crude eyeball painted on it.
Male Orc Barbarian 1
Boodka struggles a bit trying to get to his nose itch, kind of tumbling and turning around, but finally gets his hand in close to his nose only to discover that it doesn't itch anymore. He goes ahead and scratches it anyway. He then turns to look at the others conversing. "Hi my name's Boodka". "Why are you all upside down"? "Hey the metal spider thingy is upside down too". "So how do we get around in these things"? "I'd like to go see that city".
Male Orc Barbarian 1
It was so comfortable. The best sleep he'd ever had. No bad dreams, no having to get up and relieve himself...Too good to be true Boodka's nose began to itch, then when he went to scratch it, he started awake. He couldn't touch his face, and his nose was really itching. What was this strange helmet, and why was he wearing these gloves. He began to pull at the strange glass helmet about his head in a panic, when he heard the metal spider talk. He then screamed at the metal ball as loud as he could, nearly deafening himself in the process. "Hey". "How do you scratch your nose in this thing"! |