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Was worried I would miss turning this in before shabbat.

Still needs items

Taking wandering pilgrim

Bouldershoulder has heard the call of He who walks in blood ever since the day he found that dead masked man so many years ago. He called to join the monastery and learn their ways, he called to Kaer Maga and the door to join the brothers there, he called to join the scions in their fight with the traditionalists, and now he calls to turtleback. Bouldershoulder has never complained, following where his calling leads, he will work with the party to do what his lord wishes, it isn't like there is a contract for them anyhow.

Rough background, but hope it is different enough to catch the eye.

Well folks, thank you for the consideration. I appreciate how difficult it was for you to decide and I understand how close it was. Good luck and have fun.

Minor changes to the crunch to fix some deficiencies and make myself more rounded... at someones advice.

Adjusted to the new requirements crispy.

Still interested if we can find a gm.

Hey, I already called that. Get your own backstory. :P

Actually we have enough people running dwarves to run an all Torag divinity squad, kinda cool.

Correction to the list of parties, ya missed me lad.

End up with a long day at work and I come back to a fair mess of rp. Seeing as i am not going to force a whole retroactive continuity, even if I could, I will brush off and move to internal monologue.

I really should read over things a second or third time it seems. Missed the rp bit in the tag, but seeing as there seems to be a lively tavern scene going....

Let me know if you want me to expand on the character. If you want to know how he will be roleplayed you can check out the previous campaign post that i have made with him.

I am from a previously failed rise of the runelords campaign. More than willing to adjust to your requirements for character creation. Also a previously failed winter campaign. Hmm might be bad luck for campaigns.

Ok folks, I am sorry but due to life I am going to have to bow out of all games. I really am sorry.

Ok, I am back. Sorry for the inconvenience. How far am I from being able to strike out at the lone creature?

Gonna be unable to post till Sunday. Bot me if need be.

I'll cover you at least.

Sten will take up a guard position at the rivers edge with his Dergar at the ready.

Sten stares at the water for a second and readies himself for whatever inevitable Farie pops out of the ice.

Sorry, missed the new thread. Working on catching up.

My plan was to push down around that tree line the tree line on the right side of the map, should keep us 20' to 25' away from the snow man. Cross the ice shelf and push past the legs before making our way back to the path on the other side.

Difficult terrain all the way around the trees and hit the path again after the legs.

Sten stares hard at the snowman, trying to figure out what the faeries game is with this. Not knowing what else to do he looks to go around the problem all together.

"I would suggest we avoid any obvious traps that may have been lain for us by going around the path here. Just a few steps out of our way may save us all the trouble and heartache."

Sten does not trust this whole area not to be one big giant trap, the snowman, the frozen creek, the legs, none of it.

"Not a clue, but there attempts to dissuade us only tells us we are on the right path and that the lady is still alive."

aid perception: 1d20 ⇒ 6

Sorry no, spiked armor is a light weapon. My fault on that one. Keeping Dergar at reach length in case it tries to run away.

Aoo for reach. 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

Having been denied the reach of his weapon by the elk thing, and not wanting to bring the creature closer to his friends, Sten opts for the old spike to the face maneuver.

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Sten sighs and places himself between the party and the new threat, his Dergar out and ready to smash this new threat.

Sten huffs a little as he crosses his arms over his chest."Now that we have settled with these little buggers, we should be moving on and dealing with the mission at hand. If someone can bag up the wee blighters we should be able to follow the continuing trail."

1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18 The dwarf isn't even fazed bythe fairies attempt to magic him.

Sten holds his wicked looking weapon over the slumbering foe. "Oh little fey folk, put down the bows and come out before I crush ya little friend."

Sten stares down at the little fairies for a moment. "Does anyone have a couple of strong sacks we can place them in?"

Daway gave a name, slumber is a witch hex that she used.

"Well this is going to be annoying. Anyone have a bottle of fire for these trees?"

Sten will loose his form from his waist and look around.
Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 10

"Well we had better make up our minds soon. I don't like the chances of finding the trail should we take to much time."

Sten finnaly stumps his way up with the rest of the group."Unless they shrunk the young lady down ta a more manageable size ta hide her in dem trees, I think we should hurry along."

I don't think we have a healer do we?

Sten cusses a bit as he retrieves his weapon from the snow and swingsit around again to try and smash the beast off his companion.
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17 Ok, now we are cooking.
1d10 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

OK, that d20 is fired.

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
Sten brings his mighty dergar to bear... and promptly loses the chain weapon due to the slick ice and snow that has begun to build up on it.

1d20 - 1 ⇒ (12) - 1 = 11

1d20 ⇒ 6

"Don't take to long friends, we still have a trail to follow." Sten waits impatiently for the others to finish checking the contents of the chest.

"Let me help you there my boy." Sten will aid Ianto as best he can. "We really need to be following their trail afore we lose it, the noble lady may well still be alive."

"Ya have the right of it lad, and beat me to the punch. I would hope we are in the company of people who understand property laws and not common scavengers." Sten flips the chain back around his waist, the dull clank of metal on metal emphasizes his words. Sorry lads, two paladins of community centric gods in party.

Stem shakes his head at the scene, nothing was ever easy anymore. Swinging his great chain out and around he brings the fist down against the first undead, seeking to end its sad existence swiftly.

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22 power attack.

Rolling to confirm
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
2d10 + 12 ⇒ (7, 3) + 12 = 22

Also how are they standing? If they were standing next to each other in such a way as to allow for cleave I would have cleaved. If so. 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10 if that hits 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10 or 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9 if I have to cleave with the armor spikes.

Sten limbers out his Dorn-Derger, playing out the chain to its full extension he readies himself for any trouble. "Let me prepare to remove any threat that might be in their, though I we will be finding someone who managed to survive this mess I do not believe they would leave any alive save the one who got away. If one of you would be so kind as to open the door and move back when ya do." Sten will position himself 10' away from the door so he can strike anything that comes. Readied action to strike and then attack of opportunity for whatever steps out, knowing my luck this will be completely wasted and their will be a severely frightened handmaiden.

"Frozen magics, hateful fey, I think it best we rescue this young lady from their clutches before they sacrifice her to some foul god. I wager they did not kidnap her just to invite her to some young child's tea party now." Sten is visibly annoyed with the prospect, he hates the thought of fighting creatures of the magical persuasion. He would prefer the sound of steel against steel not magic and trickery in the dark cold.

Sten is pretty well immune to any normalcold weather we run into, and magical is not going to care about cold weather gear. Besides he is broke and in need of his next meal ticket."

"It seems to me that we should push to where they were attacked without delay, mayhaps these attackers have left sign of their leavings that we can follow."

Sten pushes himself from his chair, the last meager morsels of his meal have long since been devoured. "Oy. Ya be wanting a capable hand, well I guess I can be helping out with that." The man who calls out is a sturdy looking dwarf, four foot tall and almost as wide. Wearing his dwarven made scalemail as if it were every day clothing, the pattern of interlocking dull metal broken here or there by a wicked black spike that is obviously for more than decoration. To most it would not be ovious that he is armed as well, the dorn-derger not being seen often outside of ancient paintings and the armies of some deep mountain clans. The long chain weapon is wrapped loosely around his waist, the metal fist at the end looking like nothing more than a decoration until it is in use. All this only serves to highlight his burnished copper hair and dark piercing eyes. His braided beard is a thing of dwarven beauty, an intricate pattern of weaves holds the whole thing together as a river of copper that flows nicely over the armor and intermingles just so with the spikes so as not to reduce their efficiency.

"I am Sten known as the Bouldershoulder. Son of Hoggric who slew Findorc. Grandson of Termic who forged Brekken the Blade Burner. Last of the line of Tolordric Seven Gems, King of the Stoneflow and slayer of the wyrm Kassiladrikan. Faithful of Torag all glory to the Kith and Kin. And how may I know thee fine folks, may your ancestors look upon you with pride and know thy worth."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

Sten sits in a small corner, watching and searching the crowd with his eyes. Just having spent the last of his meager funds on the bowl of watered down soup and small hunk of bread, he is already looking for the next employment opportunity, the next leg of his trip moving him ever closer to his ancestral lands. He watches still as a small group of people, many he recognizes from the caravan detail, gather for a game of cards.

Two paladins can be fun with the differing views on things. Who is Ianto's deity?

Bowing out sadly, it has been a month since anything happened with this game and I am reusing sten in a reign of winter campaign now. Been fun, and I will always remember the karl conversations with and about him.

Restructured Sten Bouldershoulder to meet requirements. Again I am not going for psf credit so don't worry about that. I am just going to have fun playing in this ap and I hope everyone else does as well.

Meh?