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Oh god this is running again and I forgotted and me sorry

Brycen couldn't believe the sight; his comrade nearly decapitated as the axe enters and exits his shoulder. The dwarf is used to seeing violent acts acted upon things that deserve them, but this was different. This was his friend, his comrade, now beaten and near death. For the moment his heart sank, until his rage quickly peaked as he clenched his hammer's handle with a vice grip. The dwarf daggers his eyes onto the orc with extreme bloodlust as he taunts him to come to toward himself.

"'EY YAH F*!+IN' PIGLET!" he calls out to the orc, "YER AS PRITTY ASN' ELF EATIN PIGSHIT! GIT OVAH HERE AND SHUT ME UP UNLESS YA EGO IS AS TINY ASER TUSKS"

Brycen is challenging the orc and readies an action!

According to the last post, it's still Round 1?

Ini Order: Brycen, Thomas (he went twice apparently,) Hadin, Big Orc, Kareta, Dmitri, Eshie, ???, Tyanos

I think the orc used his turn smashing the door in, so Kareta should be up next since Hadin went.

*cracks knuckles* "Dey nevah lern, do dey?"

"Tune of arse kickin' is a go!" Brycen strikes a chord on his lute.

Playing Inspire Courage

He then impatiently waits for the crowd to come forth, eager to smash some skulls in.

"DAMN 'EM!" Brycen exclaimed as he noticed the halfling fleeing. He yells out to the halfling as he positions himself around Sneeg. We be comin' ta get ya soon, ya yeller belly elfshit stained coward!"

Brycen leaps in the air and attempts to flank Sneeg, who was already being flanked Dmitri on one end, and Thomas on another, effectively trapping him in.

MWK Dwarven Longhammer, Blessed, Inspired: 1d20 + 4 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 4 + 1 + 1 = 17
Damage, Inspired: 2d6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (6, 2) + 3 + 1 = 12

I need to know who is the closest to Brycen. He'll attack as usual if they're close. Same priority order as Hadin, except he'll deal lethal damage to everyone.

Enduring the pain from the dagger protruding out of his shoulder, Brycen's yells the songs almost unhindered by the pain. He ushers all of his force into the weight of his longhammer.

MWK Dwarven Longhammer, Blessed, Inspired: 1d20 + 4 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 1 + 1 = 12
Damage, Inspired: 2d6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (1, 3) + 3 + 1 = 8

Brycen tightens the grip of his longhammer and charges toward the airy looking woman by Dmitri. He lets our a loud "WAAAAAARRRGGGHH!!" that continues the melody to the song he was playing.

MWK Dwarven Longhammer: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 4 + 1 = 14
Damage: 2d6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (4, 4) + 3 + 1 = 12

Brycen takes out his lute and strikes a chord

Playing Inspire courage

Brycen will remain with the group inside as well

confirm starting the bardic performance this round

The GM covered my round as shown above. However, if he is nice enough, he'd let me make my own choices now that I'm back.

"Time ta unleash da tune of arsekickin! Brycen says as he strums a chord on his lute.

Playing Inspire Courage

"'ey!" Brycen yells at the sky, for some strange twist of fate that overcame him. "WHILE I'S BE DAY DREAMIN, SWINGIN' DIS HAMMAH AS ME FIRST MOVE IS NAWT DA WAY I DO TINGS ROUND HERE, YA HEAR?! I BE PLAYING TEH LOOT FIRST"

He ceases his yelling and looked puzzled, as if he regained control of himself. ..."Wait, why's was me yellin' about again?

Since the DM already botted Brycen for this round, I doubt I can do anything other than to yell at him, also sorry for showing up late, again.

"Lewk, we left Oleg's ta find dat beast, I'd say we continue lewkin." Brycen chipped in. "Me thinks Happin's can wait a bit whiles we make haste on dat guts-a-tusk"

Brycen packs up his camping equipment and rides off with the party into the sunrise.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
Survival: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19

Pull yourself together, Brycen.

"I be sure ta gut em first!" Brycen says proudly as he rides with the others.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Survival: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16

"Welp, dey ain't gettin' deader, dat's fer sure.

"I ain't assummin' we be givin' deese guys proper restin' place? I say meat turned ta stone would cause-a-too-much-o'hassle fer us. Might bein' too heavy ta lower ta da ground without us breakin' anythin'"

"Errr, well." Brycen chuckles from embarrassment. "I may haven' been sleepin' when we be returnin' to Oleg's ta gather o' bearings, saw iffinya be so kind asta remin' meh what we be doin' now?"

I've actually been away for too long getting caught up with IRL work, so during the time I made my last post, I was not informed why we've departed from Oleg's. I've already looked back in the last posts to inform myself what we're doing, but even though "I" as a player knows, Brycen still needs a way to get informed about the Tuskgutter. (Metagaming HO! That damn oof.)

I should be all caught up with work now that the deadlines have been less strict. So sorry about that, guys!

Brycen holsters his weapon, embarrassed by his pathetic display of trying to kill a rabbit.

"So um, *br-ahem*... Back ta Oleg's?" he says to the party nonchalantly to cover up his embarrassment.

Bluff: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17

As the almiraj dodges Hadin's flail, the creature plats in front of Brycen, a perfect opportunity to hammer it six feet under.

Brycen yells as he heaves the large hammer towards the creature's head...

MWK Dwarven Longhammer: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 1 = 7
Damage: 2d6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (4, 1) + 3 + 1 = 9

...and instead plants the ground flat with a large, dull sounding thud.

Inspire courage is still kept up

Man, this fight has Monty Python written all over it. Be sure to cover your necks!

"Time ta unleash da tune of arsekickin!" Brycen says as he takes out his lute. "It's a-huntin season!" He begins to jam on his lute while singing slightly out of key, though one could give him props for trying anyway.

Playing Inspire Courage. All allies gain +1 morale bonus to will saves against charm and fear, and +1 to attack and damage rolls.

"That's a flailure." I like you, Hadin. Your terrible puns make everything better.

So I want to apologize regarding my sparse playtime in this PBP. I have an incredibly busy life that involves developing two games, and going to events to promote those two games, as well as getting more tasks for my freelance job.

I'll take better care in managing this PBP in my schedule. It's been rough that the job leaves very little time to myself.

"Onward ta Ol'legs?"

"Now what do we have 'ere...?" Brycen whispered. He waved his hand against the cache to see if there are any magical properties.

Brycen is casting Detect Magic

Seeing that the sorcerer is keeping his distance to keep his eyes peeled on the newcomer, Brycen blurts out his name to get his undivided attention.

"TYANOS!" he yells. "Git yer arse over here! I gotsta few dings fer ya ta check!"

Heaving the last of the piled dirt into the burial, Brycen pats the ground flat with his longhammer. Traces of the imp's blood scraped along the dirt, giving it a bluish tint.

"Name's Brycen. Brycen Chalkstone," he says proudly. I'm da one who be dealin' da hurts to anyone gettin' in our way"

His train of thought trailed toward the dirt he saw an hour ago before burying the two men. He couldn't take his eyes off of it. Investigating it further may lead to clues as to who murdered those two, though it could also be a bait for a trap, he wondered.

"Lewk, innerductions are'll fine an' dandy but me thinks we should be checkin' on dat patch'o'durt I saw. Sumbody watch me quarters while I go check, or help me look iffinya feels like helpin.'"

He approaches the disturbed dirt and takes a thorough look.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Ironic how the number is lower as he is closer to the dirt...

"Yeah, I see a patch-a-durt by da tree. Inspectin' dat oughta give us clues ta who did dose poor bastards in"

He dismounts his horse slowly. "May we come a'lil closer, miss...?" He asks for the name of the hunter.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12

Brycen loosens the grip of his hammer and relaxes his arm on his side, trusting that the stranger wouldn't do anything rash now that she's in the clear. By the patterns of her speech, her words seem sincere to him that the demise of the two figures aren't of her doing.

"Well, from da looks o't, it mays as wells bees a warnin' sign to us. What brings ya here?"

He asks the question as he darts his eyes about, trying to spot out any other uninvited guests.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

"Are dey friends o yers?" Brycen questions as he keeps a firm grip on his hammer, still holstered to his back, itching to be released if the worst happens.

"Looks like dey seen better days, eh?" Brycen says as he looks upon the men dangling below the tree. He then notices the two figures below the tree but couldn't make out what they were.

"Huh, who dat?" He says as he grasps the handle of his longhammer, waiting for the worst.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

Welcome to the game!

Out of seemingly nowhere, Brycen jumps from the party and attempts to plant the head of his large hammer onto one of the blue mites.
"RRRRGGGGHHAAAAHAHAHAHA!!!! I'll teach ya ta mess with us, ya blue twinks!"

His warcry somehow carried a melodic tone, giving any ally who hears it a boost to their morale.

Playing Inspire Courage. All allies gain +1 morale bonus to will saves against charm and fear, and +1 to attack and damage rolls.

MWK Dwarven Longhammer: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 4 + 1 = 23
Damage: 2d6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (1, 2) + 3 + 1 = 7

Also something to note; the mound will not go into cover. It's intelligent enough to know that it can overpower you with ease, and it's not going to give up its chase after you if you keep harassing it from a distance.

If you take it from me, I suggest you break the fight off and flee. Otherwise you're basically committing suicide.

Keep this up, and you'll be the one kiting to the heavens.

The mound will severely overpower you if it catches up. Disregarding the fact as shown that it can charge you into a straight line even as you attempt to kite it, there's only so much land you can run on before you run out of it.

I'd leave it alone. Even the DM said after you found it that he did not recommend engaging in combat with it. Don't be stupid and think you can pick it off from a distance when it clearly can (and will if you keep this up) catch up to you

Since I can't edit my last thing, I'll mention here that when the next round starts and none of you have already booked it, Brycen is not willing to put his life for you for something like this.

"YA BUNCHA BLABBERING-BRAINED BEARDLESS MAGGOTS!" Brycen yells, surprised by the sheer size and speed of the monster that is on the party's tail. "DO YA REALLY EXPECT TA KILL DAT TING?!"

Brycen commands his horse to keep up with the party, and away from the mound as far as possible.

Brycen and his horse runs 150 feet away

Brycen laid eyes on the bear making Dmitri's arm a rather juicy chew toy. He clenches his hammer harder and focuses more on the bear within his hammer's reach.

"Alright!" he says surprisingly melodically. "Nobody is goin' down unless I say they goin'! And I'm gonna bust ya good!"

Brycen is challenging the bear. His attacks gain +1 to damage against it at the cost of -2 to his AC against anyone that he is not focused on. His bardic performance Inspire Courage is still continuing.

MWK Dwarven Longhammer: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 4 + 1 = 24
Damage: 2d6 + 3 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (6, 3) + 3 + 1 + 1 = 14

Bam.

It's a +1 morale bonus on saving throws against fear and charm, and +1 competence bonus on attack and damage rolls.

"RAARRGGHHH! HAVE AT YOU, BEAST!" Brycen says in somewhat of a melodic way. He continues his performance as he moves close enough to the bear for his weapon to reach. He heaves with a hefty swing.

Kinda funny to think about a singing/screaming dwarf. I'd imagine he's like the actors in a 1950s musical who sing every line fit for dialogue.

Mwk Dwarven Longhammer: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 1 = 8
Damage: 2d6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (1, 5) + 3 + 1 = 10

Ah geez, now what do I need to sacrifice next to appeal to the Random Number God?

"Look, I ain't da one who is gonna say dat I wanna kill dis beast, but dat thing looks like it wants us out, and if dis pond is what we came for, we'll need ta do da necessary tasks to get it!"

Brycen takes out his lute and plays an uplifting tune, a melody that was taught to him by a bard in the past. Anyone who perceives the notes emanating from his lute seem to have their spirits uplifted to do anything.

Playing Inspire Courage. All allies gain +1 to will saves against charm and fear, and +1 to attack and damage rolls
Initiative: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Brycen doesn't take notice of Hadin's attempt at hiding his feelings of faith from him. Nonetheless, he is none the wiser of Erastil's ways of his religion.

"Wow, yer guy upstairs must have sum purty powerful faith to have defenses of a fortress wit nothing to dem."

Brycen already finds himself dismounted from his horse exploring the area. He looks to Thomas as he dismounts his horse.

"'Shall we look around' you says? Way ahead of ye, pointy ears. Though, dease silly rocks ain't like the temple we is lookin' out for..."

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

"Oi, we're stoppin' 'ere?" Brycen says as he whoas his horse to a halt. "How far off ar' dem trails ta da temple?"

Brycen dismounts from his horse with an uneasy balance in his step. He looks about before looking up.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

"It's goin' ta be a long night, ain't it..." he says as he stares at the skies dimming down as they're blanketed by dark clouds. "Least there ain't a corpse rotting nowhere."

Brycen mounts his horse as Dmitri offers him the handaxe.

"Oh? Um. I appreciate yer offer, but I ain't see meself using this much." He says as he grasps his weapon from his back, a dwarven crafted longhammer of masterwork quality.

"Who knows, I might use the axe as a backup in the event me hammer succumbs to the nature of smashing skulls. Ain't see'n that happenin' either."

"Onward!" He shouts.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17
Survival: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Brycen helps the others provide a proper burial for the fallen woodsman. As Hadin says his final words of prayer, Brycen blurts out of a sudden.

"So! Shall we move out?" He darts his eyes about. "This guy ain't gettin' any deader, and this place ain't gettin' much safer either."

He proceeds to look about to comb as much as any dwarf standing in one spot.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

"Simple? Bah!" Brycen scoffs at the paladin. "I think your little goody twoshoes way of thinking is leading you wrong. I think it's anything but a simple accident. The trees, the rope, it's all deliberately arranged like a trap."

"Meh I can try," Brycen says. He takes out an inkwell and pen and begins to sketch onto some paper. He stresses for a long while as he continues to draw in the same manner as a three year old human drawing on paper for the first time.

Finally, after he loses some patience, he draws one final line, and presents his work of art to the party.

"Finished! So how's this? Would this convince them that the woodsman is dead?" He asks the party in a convincingly serious tone.

Click the link to see his work of art which I made in ten minutes.

"Well, he ain't gonna get any deader from here on out. I think we should move out." Brycen says, out of seemingly nowhere.

"Don't be alarmed, I am still alive... If any of you seem to take notice."

"So, where do we start?"

"I agree," the dwarf says to Thomas. "We accomplish nothing but suffocating the grass that hoists our feet if we continue to stay here."

The dwarf remains on horseback as the human calms the situation. "I come to replace Lady Karina," he says to the group. "She must go with Errol as I was given the order to stay with the bunch of you."

The dwarf stands short of four feet and seven inches supported by a stocky build, but few could really tell his height unless he was dismounted from his horse. He prefers to be up top as his height disadvantage would prove futile when in combat, according to himself.

Sorry for the wait everyone. Real life issues got too much in the way