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Leinthan, I moved Brom's level 2 stats to stat block on Brom's paizo page. After we are done with this game day. I am going to remove the link to my mythweavers Level 1 Stats. Excited for what is going to happen next!
There was this archer ranger in a kingmaker campaign that I was in that rolled amazing amounts of crit rolls with a longbow. It was frequent enough that we could almost throw strategy out the window early on. He would have more crits compared to the other party members combined in each session. It got to the point where we would watch his rolls. We made him switch dice. But, He continued to roll well. It was awesome. Indeed! Masterwork composite longbows do rule.
Brom watches Relverest leave the kitchen in silence. Brom is most certainly confused, but he returns his focus on the task at hand. "Let's get some answers." She gets a bucket with water, stands next to the prisoner and looks for a sign that he may already awake. "No suggestive questions, please. Don't cue his answers... I'll try a diplomatic approach. Would be good if someone else put a little pressure on him." be awake and the throws the water in his face. Brom knows that he will not be very helpful in this situation. He will just have to keep his mouth shut when this guy wakes up. "Well... Alright."
Brom listens intently to what Relverest has to say. He could of sworn that in the last few weeks he saw him praying once or twice. Brom wonders why this man carried so much optimism, so much of a romantic sense of the world.
"Our team is still for the goblin, but our motivations are different. That creature in that cage has only made me fill uneasy. We need to protect everyone here. If we leave now... I only expect more trouble to happen to the customers and other employees who partake in this place. The sky has been dark around here for a while and for now... we will play in the dark. We have questions, there must be some answers somewhere. Hold your head high, Relverest, that is when you are at your best. My words don't carry as much as yours do. People make me... nervous... at times. Brom thinks about Shayliss in particular. Brom smiles a little as his face becomes a little red. Noticing a urge in his chest following afterward, he shakes his head back in forth to remove such thoughts. "I am a monk, I should not be thinking..." He soon returns to a solemn face and cools down. "If Zincher laid you out, who got you aware again?"
Low hit die rolls woooo! Hopefully, We will get better ones in the future. I entertained the thought of having Brom's weapon focus a longbow. Mechanically, it would be better. Brom has only used a short bow so far. Also, I though it would be interesting if he switches between Longbow and Shortbow. Longbow for longer range and Shortbow for his most skillful weapon. Skills: 7 skill points +1 to Acrobatics +2 to Escape Artist +1 to Perception +1 to Sense Motive +1 to Stealth +1 to Climb
Level 2: HP: Total-Level 1 and Level 2 Bonus Feats: Dodge- AC is 16, Weapon Focus-Shortbow- +1 on Short bow attack roll. Favored Class: Skill Rank Skills: Mostly just adding ranks into the skills I already have ranks in. BAB: +1 Flurry BAB with only bow+0 Saves: +1 to all saves Special Abilities: Way Of The Bow-Gives me Weapon Focus, Perfect strike 2/day
"Do you think you're able to guard him for now, Bromsen? I'll try to find help for your wounds and the poison." "Uhh... Yes." Brom watches Lluvia curiously. When she leaves the room, Brom crouches down to examine the thug. Brom hopes that his punch did not leave much of a mark on him. The corpse of the snake - in case the exact kind makes a difference - is in the basket there. How are you holding up, Bromsen? And... whatever happened in the hall, Rel? Where is Zincher?" Brom looks at Relverest noticing that something went wrong in the main hall given the mark on his face. "Seems.. like we should have our own private meeting.. Saul certainly has enemies. We do not know why.. This will be more dangerous then any of us have expected. Whether you thought we had a choice, we are now stuck together. I do not know how long the duration, but our job description is not just being employees. We will have to grow as a team to survive." Brom stands up. "The snake wound will hopefully be better after a few days. We should probably talk to this guy, when he wakes up."
Bromsen slowly moves his left hand to his wounded right shoulder. He slightly touches the wound, he feels the wound burn like a hot fire. With a light jolt he removes his hand quickly to avoid any further pain from his shoulder. "Being bitten twice in the same spot does not feel good in the slightest." "Has that thing bitten you? We better make sure the poison is treated... maybe Relverest can deal with it or Sapphire. We better keep this snake, so we can identify it and the kind of poison." "Yes. I am not feeling well at the moment. I am just glad that I found the snake first and no one else got hurt from it." He examines the thug curiously. "I hope he did not leave any more surprises." Brom looks for any more clues or "surprises".
After Lluvia returns with a rope and water, Brom curiously asks her a question, trying not to be awkward. "I have a question that I was meaning to ask you. Do elves sleep?" Brom pauses for a moment thinking on how he said those words. Brom speaks really fast in elven, "Not trying to be offensive or anything. Curiosity got the best of me."
Bromsen holds his ground against the thug and the snake. He quickly moves his arm back, his hand becomes a fist, and he retaliates with a right hook. Brom aims for his opponent's right cheek with the intention of knocking him out.
Brom screams in pain. His grip on his opponent is not tight anymore as the poison travels through his body.
Brom is surprised by the situation suddenly changing into a more dangerous one. However, he maintains his tight grip.
"Many people here do not play by anything." "I hold on to my code for what is right." Even under this situation Brom is concerned for his opponent's well being. Moving with his opponent rather than against him, Brom repositions. Brom puts his back facing the snake in order to protect his opponent. He attempts to move himself and his opponent away from the snake with a hard effort. Brom is anticipating a strike from the snake. Hopefully, it will miss.
Not waiting to find out, Brom charges at the suspicious man. He attempts to put his right arm around his neck and squeeze him in a head lock to prevent him from escaping.
Brom looks for a moment, focused on his companions interaction with Zincher. He gets a little distracted by Shayliss. Brom thinks to himself. Her hair is like fire. Brom shakes his head back to remove such distracting thoughts. He realigns his focus on Zincher. "Hmm! If we assume that he is here to cause trouble... How would he do it? He must have some people working under him. He is Saul's competitor... If he caused trouble, He would probably not do it in public." Brom thinks for a moment and realizes something. "He must be the tree! We have not seen the forest yet. Our focus is not on the big picture." Brom moves from the catwalks and checks each room that the customers are not supposed to go into. Searching for any disturbance or trouble.
Seeing that there are no signs of other henchmen working for Zincher, he watches the situation unfold. Brom knows that shooting anyone with a bow and arrow would be a foolish mistake. It could easily hit the wrong target intended in such a crowded area. Besides, He is not the kind of person to shoot arrows at people. Especially... without any good reason.
Right On!
While the rest of the party decides to go down to the first floor, Brom stays above in the catwalks. Looking for suspicious cronies that might be working for Zincher.
I am going to be busy for today. Celebrating Mother's Day. Moms are awesome!
Brom looks over to Relverest. "Sounds good, I guess. He looks a bit terrifying though. Lets have the approaching him part be the last on our list or not at all."
Brom might need some meds. That is up to you to find out. There are some themes with this character that I am leaving up to the reader's interpretation. He is definitely not a perfect hero by any stretch of the imagination. But, that is what makes him so interesting! He is fun to play.
Brom does not need to shop. He only has 15 gp worth of money. Saving it for later.
Brom sings the short song, "Monk On Hollowed Ground." "On this hollowed ground."
After an hour or so, Brom leaves his to room to go up to the second floor. He lowers himself down on part of the catwalks. He sits down with his leg crossed with the intention of meditating. He consciously controls the flow of his breath, breathing through his nose and out his mouth. His eyes close with a straight sitting posture. Brom would not want future back injuries. He lets out a hum. "Ommmmmmm..." He lets out the sound in till he needs another deep slow inhale. He replicates the sound again using the same technique. "Ommmmmmmm..." He repeats the sound, making each one louder than the previous one. After 3 more of these, his mind is the void, calm and centered. He stops the humming and remains silent.
Brom reaches his room. He opens and shuts the door behind him. He sits on his bed pondering. His mentor appears to him and starts speaking to him, Girl trouble? Her name is Shayliss by the way. Acted quite the fool just a moment ago. I see your bit hesitant of your new found employee friends. Brom lets out a sigh, "Yes, you are always perceptive sensei. I am not sure if I was protecting Releverest from danger or innocent customers from Relverest. He was blind, but he seemed to be willing to kill anything that came close in front of him. Lot of people in one room. Aine has not really talked to me after she got the job. Llvuia and Aine did not have too much of a problem killing either. Lluvia is really mysterious, she did not talk to me at all while we were working up in the catwalks. Sapphire was willing to backstab me, over a word, I can easily imagine what could bring her to the brink. Well, Shayliss... " His Mentor listens intently to what he has to say. You can't read their minds Brom, time will only tell. Killing is not something you should grow to love, but at a place like this you cannot avoid it. You can keep running, but you might have to release an arrow into someone's head sooner or later.You are in the most danger here, the monk code you follow is going to be tested. Brom replies, "I... I... have only used my bow for only sustenance reasons.... rabbits and such..." When the time comes I will personally instruct you. Let go of your fears. His mentor then disappears. Brom then lays down on his bed. He continues to ponder. What Brom does not know is that the mentor is himself. This is not magic, but the power of the mind. Insanity may have ups as well as downs. If you call this insanity.
As Shayliss stares at Brom, Brom's cheeks get flushed red. He feels a tension in his heart.
Brom walks in hearing nothing that they said. "My pockets are completely empty besides 4 trail rations, I hope we get paid soon." He faces Shayliss. "Red haired lady... What is your name? I do not remember."
It is hard to tell whether the faculties of our minds are crazy or not. But if one is crazy by norms and standards, Brom might be crazy. While he is walking on the catwalks, he seems to be having a one sided conversation. Speaking out loud as if someone is there. You may call it strange, if you like. But maybe there is a higher purpose in this activity.
Brom continues to walk around the catwalks above.
Interesting.
No worries! I actually have a fun story. I was playing in leinathan's kingmaker campaign. I had this really badass cleric/oracle doctor named Roland Thorn that was totally was not built to be balls to the wall. I gave him 16 con, endurance feat, and diehard feat. However, He had 10 strength and 10 Dex. He took the Merciful healer archetype. The Merciful healer archetype requires that a player take the healing domain for awesome features like not provoking attacks of opportunity when casting healing spells. He was the perfect defense, man (not on offense). He could soak up alot of damage.The shield other spell worked really well with him. Roland was rather unlucky. He nearly died from: a druid, drowning (A giant sea turtle being the culprit), getting shot by a chord of shards by a pc bard, two trolls slicing into his backside as he runs away, and jumping over a chasm and fighting head on 7 mites and some kind of beetle. What truly saved him was his con and diehard. He finally died in chapter 2 in Kingmaker, He was a favorite among our kingmaker group (All the other characters were amazing as well). The point of this story. Diehard is an awesome feat.
After Shayliss and Llvuvia speak, Brom proceeds to the stack of gear. He crouches down and looks over the gear. "Needs, not wants." Brom starts compiling the arrows, separates 40 arrows out of the rest. He inspects the handy work and craft of the arrows making sure each one is suitable. He then takes the 40 arrows with him. Brom stands up, starts walking, but then pauses for a moment. Brom, clearly looking somewhere else, speaks, "I understand... Your advice is always helpful, thank you." Brom walks over to the stairs. Before he ascends the stairs he turns around for a few last words. "No questions at the moment, Larur. I am ready to rest and relax. Have a good night." Brom claims a empty room and quickly falls asleep for the night.
Brom will be all eyes and ears. Perception is his best skill.
Brom's face tightens and his eyes become narrow. He looks back to watch Aine fill her mug and leave. Relverest inclines an eyebrow at the departing Aine and turns to Bromsen. "I don't think it's anything you did," he says softly. His face relaxes after Relverest's spoken words. He looks over to Relverest and gives a little nod.
Brom gives a disapproving look at Sapphire momentarily, but after a blink of his eyes he turns around. Brom walks over to Aine. "Aine, you have been rather quiet as of right now. Anything on your mind? My arm has gotten better from the last arm wrestling match we had. No longer painfully sore.." Brom smiles a little. "I could only imagine what your full strength could be. I might of had merely a glimpse of it during this predicament."
Brom approaches Relverest. Whether he heard him or not, he speaks to him as he is silent.
Brom listens to Saul.
"I am a honest man. If I wasn't honest, I would not be a monk anymore. If you truly wish to be a honest man. You have my respect. Being an honest man seems to be quite a dangerous venture in this place. That is adequate payment. I accept your generosity in offering lodging." Sapphire hops down from the counter and walks towards the two thugs tied up on the floor, looking one over before delivering a nasty kick to the face sending him to the ground. She spins around to face the others, breaking the now empty bottle over the back of the other thugs head mid turn. Brom, not pleased of Sapphire's behavior, responds, "Really?! Come on! That is completely unnecessary."
Brom wipes a few tears from eyes and gets up quickly. The tears cease as he stands tall. "I am willing to lend my eyes and ears to find cheaters that break the rules." Brom pauses for a moment. "Lluvia has a good point." Brom sternly looks at Relverest. "Dear gosh, Relverest! Maybe you do not want to read the fine print before you sign, but I would like to know what we are in for. Unless you do not care about sending people to their graves without any good reason. There are very few good reasons." Bromsen points to the dead bodies piled up by the orc bodyguard.
Brom looks up at Relverest making eye contact. "I...I.. have not seen much action." Brom looks away with his face a little red from embarrassment. "Blind you might... say."
"I feel sick." Brom places both of his hands on his stomach after looking at the dead bodies near him. His knees are now on solid ground with his face looking down on open floor. Everything Brom has eaten today comes out of mouth. The sound is no doubt disgusting in nature. "Ugh."
Brom looks up again at the rafters. With a slight shake of his head, he proceeds to the gruesome bodies. Brom crouches silently with his face filled with horror at the sight of the dead. Brom does not speak a word of anything.
Brim starts moving his hand to grab his bow, but stops for further focus on finding the creature.
"Huh" Bromsen quickly gets up, standing tall. He looks around while the fighting continues. He tries to avert his eyes as Lluvia and Aine brutally strike their foes. He fails.... "Yuck!" As he looks up his eyes open wide in shock. "Who opened the cage? Oh no, where did the creature run off to?" He draws his bow looking and listening for the creature that escaped from the cage. Also looking for any sign of where it has been.
"I feel stra......" Bromsen drops to the floor asleep.
Brom opens his eyes as he rises from his crouch. He looks around to understand the situation, actively looking for anything that might throw them off guard. He lays his eyes on the thugs because of the women's voice.
"I need someone to take Blondie's right side. Aine! Are you willing? Crazy Lady! What other talents do you have? Can you get behind your friend, Blondie, please?" Brom quickly moves to Blondie's left side, facing the enemies. Brom is adjacent to him. "Hey! This is Brom! I am on your left side. These men are carrying saps and do not look friendly. I am a little bit nervous. Oh! No! Deep breath in, deep breath out."
He is probably busy with stuff. No worries.
"What do you even mean blond haired guy? I don't understand what you just said. Maybe I do not want to know what cut throat means to you. I don't even know your name." Bromsen crouches down and closes his eyes. What is going on around here? This is crazy!
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