Braxen "Brax" Dravensams's page

Profession Gambler: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

Boon?: 1d20 ⇒ 13

Reflex: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

Brax moves behind the others. "What's down ther'?" he says, pointing westward.

Reflex: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

Brax charges the wolf, drawing his hammer as he does so.

Hammer Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

Hammer Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Sneak Attack: 2d6 ⇒ (1, 6) = 7

If the attack hits, the wolf will also be disorientated (-2 AC) for 1 round.

"Yea, looks thick. Let's melt it down."

Brax listens intently, trying to recall some information.

Knowledge Local: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

Brax shrugs. "Might as well see wha' they have ta' say. Beats bein' on this floatin' tub anywa'."

Knowledge local- Irrisen: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

Brax snorts at the nosy woman's questions. "Aye, been ta' Irrisen before. Sorted out some goblin prisoners. Wasn't a fun trip, that."

"As fer where I'm from, was born in a wee little place called Redgorge. In the Cinderlands. Spent most ma' youth in Oir Onore, if yer familiar with that hole in the Mindspins."

"Back ta Irrisen again, I guess. Hmmph. Hopefully no damned goblins this time..." The dark garbed dwarf pulls his cloak tighter around him, looking over the motley crew gathered near. Shrugging, he mutters: "Hot, cold, wet, jungle, snow, whatever, I suppose. Pays tha' same. Guess I'll buy some gear below."

Purchase: Cold Weather Outfit

Thanks Brew! Enjoyed it folks!

Brax takes a very difficult shot.

Shortbow Attack: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (13) - 2 = 11

Shortbow Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Brax rips the arrow out with a grimace, then retaliates with a shot of his own.

Shortbow Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

Shortbow Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Brax moves and readies an arrow to fly if the foe becomes visible.

Brax will shoot at the bird engaged with the summoned eagle with his bow.

Bow Attack: 1d20 + 6 - 4 ⇒ (9) + 6 - 4 = 11

Bow Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Brax double moves to there, readying an arrow to fire.

Brax will try another arrow shot.

Bow attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

Bow Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Brax takes another shot.

Shortbow Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

Shortbow Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

“There ya are, ya dirty witch!”

Bow Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

Bow damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Brax continues moving through the warehouse.

Does anything look out of the ordinary in here or stand out from the rest of the crates and boxes?

Starting tomorrow through next Saturday, I will be on my phone only due to work travel and won't be able to move my token. I should still be able to post daily.

Brax moves up and drinks a potion of Mage Armor. Looking about the warehouse, his nerves are a bit on edge anticipating what's to come.

Yes, it works now. Thanks!

Brax follows up behind Umberto, eyes and ears peeled and bow ready.

Requested access for the warehouse map. I can't move my token.

Brax will attempt to pick the lock.

Disable Device: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (9) + 11 = 20

Brax will follow along with Umberto as he trots the magical keg to its intended destination. Back at the lodge, he will sneak in an ale and a long chew of tobacco. Once ready, he will let the others know that he is ready to proceed to the warehouse if they are.

"Let's find this blasted woman and give 'er what shes got comin'."

“I’m sure we can work something out. Put tha’ keg on tha’ ground and step away.”

" As I said before," Brax says loudly, "Who do ya work for?"

Brax swings his hammer shaft at the woman, trying to prevent her from struggling and possibly breaking free.

Non Lethal Hammer Attack: 1d20 + 4 - 4 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 4 - 4 + 2 = 11
Non lethal damage + Sneak Attack: 1d8 + 3 + 1d6 ⇒ (3) + 3 + (1) = 7

Brax will move into a position opposite Reidog and attempt to bring the hammer down on the woman's head.

Warhammer Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16 add +2 if flanked
Warhammer Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Sneak attack: 1d6 ⇒ 3
Acrobatics if woman threatens as he moves into position: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

Brax, seeing the woman restrained, will check the cart to see if the keg is still there. If it is, he will begin questioning the woman while Reidog holds her down.

"Who do ya work for, lass?"

If the woman next to me is still up, I will attack with a flank.

Hammer attack with flank: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 2 = 9
Hammer damage with sneak attack: 1d8 + 3 + 1d6 ⇒ (6) + 3 + (4) = 13

Yeah, I’m stuck on my phone until Tuesday and can’t grab it either.

Brax drops his bow to the ground with a quick, clattering !THUD! ringing into the alley. He then pulls out his hammer, moving in close to try and swing it with force into the closest woman’s ribs.

Hammer Attack: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 4 + 2 = 19
Hammer Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Sneak Attack if Reidog flanks: 1d6 ⇒ 6

“Newmark, by tha’ gods, man. This is no laughing matter! They’re tryin’ ta take our cart!”

Brax moves into a position of cover, yanking his bow as he ducks down and fires into the fray.

Move one square SW of cart and shoot at the woman Umberto just attacked. (Same issue with moving tokens. I’d like to duck behind the wagon for cover after I shoot.

Bow attack: 1d20 + 6 - 4 ⇒ (7) + 6 - 4 = 9

Brax throws a mass of blackleaf tobacco into his mouth, curses under his breath and spits. "Lads, lads. I'm sure this is all just a misunderstandin'. Why, I used ta be a farmer meself'. Now I'ma judge. I resolve disputes like this everyday. Now what seems ta' be tha' problem here. What happened?"

Bluff: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

“Look, it’s tha’ town guard comin’ round ta’ arrest you lot! Ya better scatter.”

Bluff: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

“Aye, I’m Durge Hammerthrow and you lot are due some free ale once we get ta’ where we’re going. I’ll pour you ALL some meself’ when we come back through, but for now, I need ya to move back.”

Bluff: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

He checks carefully over the crowd as he expects an ambush.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

“Aye, I fancy a swig myself. I’ll help ya load tha thing when yer ready.”

“I think yer plan holds merit, Reidog. I just wanna make sure we can get back to tha’ hideout and see was’ that about. “

Brax catches up with everyone else, his padded feet coming to a soft stop. After listening to the conversations, he is in agreement to head back and grab some rest, ale and head to the warehouse the next day.

Brax bows his head politely to the hostess as he tries to pass through.

“Would ya be so kind as to show me through?”

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Disable Device: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (10) + 11 = 21

Brax quickly jams a pick in and moves through the locked gate at the Embassy Wall, his breath now coming in quick, short bursts.

Would someone mind moving my token please? I still can't grab it for some reason.

Ahh, I see now. i was reading it wrong. Thanks!

Maybe I’m not understanding the chase rules correctly, but with Brax only having a move of 20’ he can’t move more than one “card” per turn. So it looks I would need to make a Reflex save to get past the bathers? And then next turn be at his current position on the map? Sorry, just trying to be clear on what I’m doing and where I’m at.

Here’s a Reflex save if needed:

Reflex: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Brax nimbly tries to dive through the window instead of making up another outrageous story to get by the guards.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

Succeeding at that with a loud WHOOSH!, he will attempt to dodge past the half naked bathers next round, whom he doesn't want to touch. He will continue his pursuit. Double move

I can't seem to grab my token either and move it as well, maybe permissions on the map?

Brax smirks a bit at Lumo, then turns to the bath house guard. “I’ve got ta get through here, that man who came through is a hardened criminal. We’ve been contracted ta’ catch him and yer in my way! Move!”

Bluff: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

Brax tried to move through, but the guards are too sharp. He is intent on continuing the chase, however fruitless. His next move will be to try and slip past the bathers.

How far away is our prey?

Brax looks at Newmark. "I think we can just assume its been poisoned. Would make sense. Maybe we can find out tomorrow for sure."

Brax follows the rest of the group to the stall, a little bummed that fresh ale will have to wait.