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This damnable...day! Brin holds the shaft of the javelin and pulls it out of his armor, wincing as the metal leaves his body. I'll cut you all down, you curs! Brin cuts downward into the canvas, working to make his own opening into the tavern.
My apologies for my absence. It's been an amazing past few days and I've been swept up in it.
Brin looks at everyone in his group and whistles to get their attention. He puts his sword under his arm and makes motions with his hands. He points to himself, then has his hand walk across his shield, and then finally points to the edge of the tent. He makes a chopping motion with his hand. Drinking and storytelling go hand-in-hand! But I fear your story today is just scribbles on the edge of the page. Brin takes his sword back in his hand and then moves to the side.
At work I now have two British contacts, two Spaniards, and 1 Pole. There's some breakage between us when speaking English but we never have issues unless things get really technical.
I'm with you friend. Brin fidgets with his tunic a bit and readjusts his shield. He looks confident, and his eyes seem to peer out towards a goal only he can see. Your story is far from done Grok. I'll be close, helping you tell it.
Brin puts his shield up between him and the crushed head nonchalantly. As drops of blood ping against the darkness and his shield he smiles. A group of adventures that I can put my trust in. That the spirits aid through my voice. This is our beginning... Walking up to Norrik and Maurie, who are now examining some shiny trinket, he feels a sense of kinship with the staunch halfling and their new half-orc wizard.
Brin looks at the shard in Norrik's hand and shrugs, going back to surveying the room. Grok, should we head up to the roof to see where we are needed now?
I like the fights! This last one has been fun to read!
Okay then. Brin turns to the others, shaking his head. You all can have your go. Just let me put my shield up if it gets messy.
Let's give our brave manslayer one more shot, shall we? He turns to Maurie, and gives her a wink. Orcish:
The Voice isn't stunted by differences in tongue. Tell us how many fighters you have, tell us their tale.
No torture. Just a friendly chat.
Brin wipes the spit from his face and flicks his hand down onto the floor. He snears for second and then returns his gaze to the captured orc. You're a warrior. I can see it in your eyes. You'll fight until there's nothing left. Respectable and honorable. Brin puts his hand on the orc's shoulder. But now you have respite from that. You've been bested and captured. This...is just a pause for your spirit isn't it? Brin looks deep into Kagak's jet black eyes. So how about this. We leave you to be caught, or freed. Either way you fight again one way or another. Consider the wretches you aim to fight here tonight. These weak townsfolk. They're nothing compared to you. Where is the real fight, orc? Who leading this rabble and deserves our challenge? It certainly wasn't you.
Brin will look at the mirror in a bit. He wants to focus on getting answers form this damn orc.
Brin helps carry to body of Kagak down the flight of stairs to where they found Norrik. With aid, he lifts the unconscious orc up to the wall and fastens his limbs tight to the wall. Sorry, Grok, but I want to know what we're up against before we charge bravely into the night once more. Don't skip pages to hurry to the ending. Brin takes the wand and presses it against the orc's forehead, healing him and standing out of the way of any coughed up blood, or worse. ... Upon the orc waking from his stupor, Brin leans in to his side. Speaking Orcish:
You've found yourself in a bit of trouble tonight.
Is there a knowledge roll I could make to get some idea of what happened to Zove? Not sure her death lends to the storyline, but it'd be cool.
SF turned into a giant party from which there is no escape, lest I look bad in front of my boss. Please feel free to bot Brin. He'd love to cast charm person to get some info.
Just an FYI, I will be in San Francisco starting today and going until next Monday night. Part work trip, part getaway. I don't expect to be as swamped as last time so posting once a day shouldn't be too hard, but they may be shorter than our RP calls for.
Ugh. Ooooomf! Brin heaves on the floor, the healing magic unable to quell the gut wrenching feeling of being so close to death. Who are you? Why have you followed me...? Brin stands up and spits up the remaining the vomit clinging to his teeth. Were we victorious? Oh my... Brin surveys the room, eyeing the blood on the stalwart orc's blade and seeing the noble halfling rewrapping her weird dart weapon. Thank you, everyone. You saved my life and put an end to this small incursion.
Brin will live on! Maybe the dice will change their tune.
Nice crush fest Grok!
What are you doing skald? You are not done with this thread. You've only woven but a letter in you ballad. I don't...I don't know where I am... You are at the edge of life young skald. You must sharpen your blade and harden your armor. You have barely scratched the surface of the challenges ahead...
Brin's body lays still, a somber view amongst the carnage.
Brin may have rolled low for the last time! Well, I'm glad I've been rolling a lot of different characters lately in preparation for my investigator to die in my Friday night "Mummy's Mask" game. He's already been afflicted with a "kiss" from a Vargouille. He survived but is still disgusting looking from the first few hours of transformation, so he now wears a head scarf to cover his elf ears turned bat wings.
Brin lies motionless with blood beginning to pool heavily around his body.
You cannot whisk us to bed so easily! Fight on, through the magic! Spread this mage across the roof of this tower! Brin points to the orc that's shown itself to be a user of magic with his sword in a sudden flourish. Your story here will end slowly! Drip by drip.
Brin's words cut through the air, almost sizzling as it meets the ears of those on the roof. He reverts back to his fighting stance and stands above the fallen Cromwin.
Raging Song:
Inspired Rage (Su) At 1st level, affected allies gain a +2 morale bonus to Strength and Constitution and a +1 morale bonus on Will saving throws, but also take a –1 penalty to AC. While under the effects of inspired rage, allies other than the skald cannot use any Charisma-, Dexterity-, or Intelligence-based skills (except Acrobatics, Fly, Intimidate, and Ride) or any ability that requires patience or concentration.
With Cromwin's lit shield bringing shapes to the darkness Brin sees a victory to reach for.
Brin reaches his sword into the air, stretching towards the heavens. His voices booms across the dark sky. "Orcs, curs, cowards of the night. We see through you mock bravery! To arms my friends! To arms my ancestors! Cut their stories short!" Actions: Spellcraft check Starting raging song
Brin looks down to Cromwin who rolls to one side with a groan and then gets up. I'm sorry my friend! I'll see you back in the mess we've made! Brin then turns to the opening, his sword held over his shield like a phalanx soldier. He charges forward into the unknown. As he enters the room above he moves to get to Maurie's side and swipe the orc moving in on her. I'll make ink from your black blood!
Crunch:
Sorry about that. My business trip to SF was a lot more engaging than I was expecting. Back in town and ready to roll&role.
Brin drops his sword just in time to miss cutting into Cromwin's side. He braces himself under his shield as the man tumbles...
But his arm gives out under Cromwin's weight and slides off Brin's shield with a loud crunch as metal meets wood.
Brin sees the bloody mess from up ahead and moves up to support Cromwin. He holds his sword tight to his body, ready to jump through or attack what comes down from the opening. Orcish:
All your hopes, your wants. They die tonight, with you! Ruling request from GM:
Possible Crunch:
Awesome! Glad you had fun! My elven investigator in my local game got hit by a bad will save, followed by a bad fort save. Now, if he doesn't get help within 12 or so hours his head rips off and becomes a flying head that does the same damn thing to others. Or maybe we save him and he remains scarred and with ugly wings for ears. I'll find out on Friday. The investigator has been really fun though, a lot different support class than what I'm used to playing. Part of me wants to bring Krah back if he dies.
Hope it's a blast! I recently found a Friday night game at my local coffee shop/game store. This game's pace and the frequency of my IRL game are a great balance.
There's faint traces of magic above us. Summoning, death, and enchantment. It's faint, but be ready for a fight that's got more than steel flying at you. Brin readies the grip on his sword and rolls his shield arm to stretch. Let's erase the mistake of their existence.
Brin stands to the side of the group, apprehensively eyeing the hatch leading to the level above. "Drums. Another bard..." Brin fidgets with his tunic below his armor and then reaches out with his voice. Sources of magic, be revealed. Brin casts detect magic towards the ceiling, looking for an aura.
Brin's a bit of a whirlwind right now. He just summoned spirits with his voice and that's nuts! I believe he recognized you with that Know. Local check, but if Norrik wasn't coming and going near the places Brin would sing and tell stories then he probably doesn't know much. Brin wants to be a warrior poet, but his initial foray in the battle has rattled him. Now that he's in the thick of things he's trying to prove himself, to himself, more so now than to anyone else.
Safety? He'll be lucky to make to his afterlife...Davian can you tend to his wounds? His death takes his untold story as well. Brin kneels, trying to get the light on Cromwin's shield to line up with the half orc's face. This man's from town. He worked under Agrit...And where's Zove? Rolls:
You're totally right about keeping track of the raging song in my posts. I'll make sure going forward I'm more clear on how many rounds I've got left, plus when I start and end it. That way everyone can plan their fight better. I don't want Crom missing a swing because Brin was clearing his throat at the time.
Brin's energy and gallantry give way to his sense of self and with quick side-step lets the body of the orc drop to the ground, it's innards splattering on the floor. He looks towards his sword and shakes his head, and then begins to take the surroundings back in again. Grok's short work of the fleeing orc gives Brin time to reflect. Those spirits...they were fighting alongside us. I... Brin looks at Davian's body and moves to his side, kneeling close. I think I can use that wand of his. Just like back at the temple. Brin finds the wand in Davian's belt pouch and and holds it to the unconscious mans body. Be well. Strength to you... Brin repeats this mantra three times, which seems to be enough to get Davian to open his eyes. There you are. Back to the ballad with you. Brin reaches his hand out to pull the cleric back to his feet... Rolls:
Glad to see I wasn't holding up the game. I had a cold since last week that just would not quit.
Brin will be able to take his wand and heal him up.
You see! Even the spirits agree! You are nothing more than ants in an epic! Brin's fervor gets the best of him and next swing goes wild, missing the injured orc by wide margin. His attack is followed up by a burst of ethereal light that juts out from his torso. It whirls and then slams down into the orc. Crunch and Current Effects: Brin uses a free action to keep his song going, and attacks the orc in front of him.
Brin has -1 AC, now at 17.
Yeah, it's real strong for level 3, but the totem path is not going to keep up with our levels, especially into the teens. I thought I'd get Brin a big boost in power and a fun ability to RP, at the expense of some more powerful totem progressions down the line.
They're not able to activate "other" rage class abilities. I'm pretty sure the benefit of the Skald's rage powers translate to the allies that accept the raging song bonus. I'm seeing a lot of 'yes' out of the forums, but I'll look for an official nod.
I'm not exactly sure when the spirits attack during the turn, I'm assuming at the end? I haven't been able to find any discussion on whether or not the Skald get's to roll a spirit slam attack during the first turn he starts the song.
Bringing his shield back up to cover the deep gash in his chest, Brin becomes wild-eyed and gives a quick look around the room. You had your chance! No you have none! Your story will become ash! Brin's voice fills the room, nearly deafeningly so. The skald stands his ground, ready to defend against another hit and keep his comrades' souls bolstered. Turn: Brin stands firm and begins the first round of his raging song. Accepting it means you get a +2 morale bonus to Strength and Constitution and a +1 morale bonus on Will saving throws, but also take a –1 penalty to AC. While under the effects of inspired rage, allies other than the skald cannot use any Charisma-, Dexterity-, or Intelligence-based skills (except Acrobatics, Fly, Intimidate, and Ride) or any ability that requires patience or concentration.
Also, during your turn, roll for a slam attack from Brin's spirit totem against an adjacent foe. Spirits attack 1/round at +4 to hit, dealing 1d4+2 negative energy damage.
Am I supposed to understand what happened to Zove? (I'm a bit sick right now. Sorry if I'm a bit dense.) Anyways, here comes the new Raging Song!
No bear traps today...Skald Brin's own inner monologue repeats the words of the voice with no source. The self-defining word coming naturally. Back to the pits that spawned you wretches! Brin leaps through the door and closes the gap between the left most orc and Grok. He slashes straight forward into the orc's chest but his blade hits the edge of an armor layer. Brin's wrist rolls as the flat of the blade bumps futilely against the orcs thick armor.
Brin moves up behind Cromwin with his shield and sword at the ready. Once Maurie's signal occurs or an orc appears Brin casts light into the tower's lower level. Brin murmurs into the night, Light by my voice.
Welcome back Crom! I loved that Brin got changed into Bromwin. Bromwin and Cromwin, shield bros! Totally relevant!
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