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As Caitlyn listened to Wraith's tale she noted the entrance of a powerful wild looking man with the reddish brown hair. 'One to keep an eye on' she thought.

She nodded politely to the woman in the red blouse and was about to ask where here was in particular but decided better of it. She'd just have to accept there where things she didn't know, like what was an Ulfen exactly? There was a certain similarity with the silver-tongued forked bearded one, perhaps they where countrymen?

Several eyes darted to the waitress? as she entered the in the room in an apron. Caitlyn smiled to herself, she'd met many over the years and more than a few had hidden depths to them.

Her attention was then drawn to the young woman who claimed to have lost her purse arguing with the older man. That was none of her business really but she mentioned a name she'd herd several times now in the bar: Absalom. It meant nothing to her, although it sounded a little Ansolon. Ah how she missed the endless planes! Truly she had gone far this time, for now she doubted she was on her homeworld at all.

Concentrating fully now on Wraith's story a slow smile crept across her features and at the end she told her, "You remind me of someone I once knew. I think they'd have liked that story very much. They once showed me how to take a coin in one hand and make it appear behind your ear. They slowed it down and down until even I could understand but done at full speed they where quicker than the eye and it appeared to be a kind of magic."

She took another long swallow of her drink before replying to Wraith's question, "We won a few battles aye, but the war? Last I remember the refugees where holed up in this misty vale, we'd secured enough food for several months and nobody was dying anymore of exposure in the night. But the dragon armies who had burnt our homes where still abroad and it looked certain their queen would come to rule the surface lands. We where searching for an entrance to a great Dwarven kingdom to claim asylum for the people when something happened and I found myself on the road. After walking for what seemed a very long time I found myself here, and now my past life is fading like a dream. Still there are worse places to be I reckon!"

Caitlyn smiled, "It seems you and I both left something behind. I'm not from around here either, for the longest while I was in a war. Part of a people's militia, fighting for our homes and for survival. Got real ugly, wasn't exactly good for coin but I picked up more than a few scars and stories.... Speaking of which it seems you've earned your self a name, perhaps it's a bit early in the night and we need a few more o'these first" she drained the rest of her flagon to emphasise the point, "But I reckon there's a story behind that and I'd love to hear it."

A bar! With people and grog, Caitlyn had forgotten how much she'd missed that even thought she was certain the morning's headache was going to be of epic proportions...

Caitlin only just resisted rolling her eyes at the haughty newcomer in the red blouse and instead butted in, "Aww, c'mon cut the lad some slack, he's kinda cute and probably more than a little out of his depth! Look how red he's gone, maybe he thought he knew you..."

With a big grin she called out to the lad, "Hey you! Don't just stand there gawping, C'mon over and introduce yourself to the lady!"

Caitlyn gave the provocatively dressed woman a sidelong glance, dressing like that really wasn't her style. Not that it bothered her, far from it, reminding her as it it did of a time before the war when the world had seemed normal. She took a long pull on the dark stout before replying lightly, "Can't say that I've ever been paid to fight, they mostly seem to happen anyway, although chance would be a fine thing! Anyway name's Caitlyn, guessing you're not from around here either? Wherever here is..."

Encrusted with mud and dust from the road, Caitlyn shivered within her furs as she stomped along the path. Coated as she was, there was no color to her beyond her long flame red hair which whipped behind her in the wind. As was often the way of late her thoughts turned to melancholy as she considered all that she had lost: her home town torched, the once proud trees ashes; her best friend Mariel fallen, how she missed her laugh and her wisdom; the minotaur wizard Jackun, she knew magic would fail him one day; even the little one Thistletorp although his antics had driven her to distraction. Now there was naught left but her and the road.

At least she still had her hammer, her knuckles cracked as she gripped its haft. There were desperate men and women abroad these days and its indomitable face had made a red ruin of several would be muggers. So she still had her hammer and her life, she knew she should be thankful but what she really wanted was a drink and a place to by the fire and bask in the luxury of warmth.

Time and miles passed and by increments she realised she'd come across a town of sorts and found what by the looks and the sound of it was a bar. She sniffed as she breathed in the rank smell of unwashed humanity mixed with the heady smell of fermented hops and barley. Lingering on the doorstep she almost backed away, the place was the worst kind of dive but there was music, her kind of music. Setting her jaw, she swept in and after reserving a seat with her cloak and glowering at anyone who might gainsay her, she strode to the bar.

Leaning there for a long moment she listened to the bard sing of the thrill. Well she knew that feeling, that glorious cocoon whose heat made her feel invincible, that let her dare to try the seemingly impossible like tackling Onyx head on, the intoxicating thrill that made it hard to tell friend from foe. The ghost of a smile crept onto her face, she turned to the barkeep and dropped a handful of coins on the counter. Indicating the bard she told the barkeep sweetly, "Two of whatever they're drinking..."

Drinks in hand she wandered past the bald elf over to the tables where the bard was singing, and she stopped once more to listen. When the bard eventually fell silent she told them, "A fine song! It seems to me you've earned a drink." And with that she thrust a the flagon and asked with a grin, "Do ya know any more like it?"

What an interesting way of running a recruitment, I think I'll put my hat in the ring.

I've always had a thing for barbarians, (here's a couple of other ones I've played on these boards: Old Grog & Captain Johnson) but my favourite was Caitlyn. That game had a 25pt build which allowed for halfway decent social skills which I enjoyed. Of course it would be possible to adapt this to 20pt or lower builds, don't really need 18 str in an RP heavy campaign.

As for a 2nd character, I've had plenty. Perhaps one of the paladins... Marcus has seen a few rebuilds over the years including zipping from Golorion to The Forgotten Realms, Taldor would be like coming back home. Of there's Mr Kincaid but I'm not sure this is the right campaign. The campaign guide suggests virtuous bravo archetype, mechanically that's one of the weaker ones (loosing spell casting) but swashbuckling types are interesting to RP (which is more important)...

I've enjoyed this game but I don't think it would be the same with a different GM.

Thanks for the good times!

Caitlin couldn't help a disapproving frown when Jackun's art turned him into a mist. If that spell had been done wrong, the results could have been as horrifying as they where gross. And that was far from the only danger, if he mistimed things he might revert to his normal from on the other side and be stuck... Frustratingly there wasn't anything she could do but wait and worry, and pace. She hefted her hammer, it's weight was reassuring - yet useless all the same.

Dripping with sweat, Caitlyn stopped for a breather. She fumbled with her canteen before popping the lid off and downing the lot. Still breathing heavily, she asked Jackun, "Can you get through that, or do I need to start training as a miner?"

Caitlyn shook her head at the absurdity of what she was about to try. She tool a pair of foot long iron pitons from her pack and by hand wedged them into the biggest crack a foot apart. She then gently used her hammer to force them in as far as they'd go easily, leaving them both stuck in the wall.

Then rolling her shoulders she gave them a practiced look before smashing her hammer into them for all she was worth!
Sunder with Power Attack?: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27Damage: 1d12 + 13 ⇒ (5) + 13 = 18
Sunder with Power Attack?: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29Damage: 1d12 + 13 ⇒ (7) + 13 = 20

Dubiously Caitlyn eyed the cracks, "We're not going to have to try and dig through that are we? I suppose we could drive pitons in hope that we widen them. Could take some time, won't exactly be quiet..."

Caitlyn glanced at the wall and then her hammer and sighed, "I do hope I won't have to try and break trough with this. My hands are still smarting from yesterday's exertion."

As before, Caitlyn was right behind Jackun and she frowned as she scanned the western area for signs of danger.
Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21

Caitlyn examines the scimitar for a moment, testing its balance. She appreciated the finess of it's forging for it was obviously a masterwork. She handed it over to Mittens to look at saying, "Nice. But too dainty for me, I fear I'd dull it's blade in a week. Hammers are more my thing. Perhaps this might suit you better?"

Caitlyn's eyes boggled at the scene. "Well that's not something you see every day!" she breathed.

of course in this accursed place treasure might come with nasty surprises, so Caitlyn scanned the area for danger.
Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (11) + 12 = 23

East then west!

Caitlyn's lips formed an O of surprise, [b]"That was... Wow! Well then I suppose we'd better see what is within!"[b]

Cautiously Caitlyn entered the vault, scanning left and right for danger.
Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (20) + 12 = 32

Guidance no since it specifies the type of roll from this list: 'single attack roll, saving throw, or skill check' but dispel magic makes a dispel check. Inspiring word adds skillcheck to that list but that's not a dispel check either. Caster level bonuses work however as does the luck domain reroll and the Borrow Fortune spell (sadly not available to us)

After a dreamless sleep that barely refreshed her, Caitlyn yawned and fumbled with her pack. Bleary eyed she rummaged round until she had found her copper coffee pot, water, crushed roast beans, a spirit lamp and her flint and tinder. It took a few tries to get the blasted thing lit, but before long it was bubbling away and a rich and complex coffee aroma was fighting with the resident damp and mildew of skullcap. The result was coffee so black it was more of a syrup and best eaten with a fork. Caitlyn had several cups before she felt vaguely human and somewhat grouchily asked, "So... What next?"

Caitlyn sighed, "Yeah I guess. I'm beat anyway, my knuckles are raw and every part of me aches from all that smashing."

Turning to Mariel, looking surprised, Caitlyn asked [b]"What just happened?!"[/ooc]

GM can we roll any knowledge checks to understand if that was some sort of teleportation magic?

Plastered with sweat and hands ringing from the repeated strikes, Caitlyn panted, "This seems futile! Jackun what do you suggest?!"

She will follow Jackun's direction, smashing whatever is necessary. Hopefully we don't have to go as far back as bedrock, but if we do, we do...

Caitlin's fists and feet were still cracked and bleeding from all the statues she'd smashed. She glanced at Jackun, "Please tell me I can use the hammer this time?!"

Using wyrmslayer to demolish the arches would hurt her hands no end, but at least it would be quick, she could put a lot of force behind the weapon's sharp spike. Once everyone was ready she set about turning both sides of the arches to rubble! Sweat and sparks flew as she used Wyrmslayer like a pickaxe.
All this smashing makes good training for spell sunder!

Sunder with power attack: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (5) + 13 = 18Damage: 1d12 + 16 ⇒ (12) + 16 = 28
Sunder with power attack: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (15) + 13 = 28Damage: 1d12 + 16 ⇒ (11) + 16 = 27
Sunder with power attack: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (19) + 13 = 32Damage: 1d12 + 16 ⇒ (12) + 16 = 28
Sunder with power attack: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (3) + 13 = 16Damage: 1d12 + 16 ⇒ (7) + 16 = 23
Sunder with power attack: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (15) + 13 = 28Damage: 1d12 + 16 ⇒ (10) + 16 = 26
Sunder with power attack: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (6) + 13 = 19Damage: 1d12 + 16 ⇒ (11) + 16 = 27

Noting how close Marie's hand was to her holy symbol, Caitlyn leant in close to whisper, "Best leave it well alone! Lets get out of here."

She then opens the door.

Sweating despite Skullcap's dank cold, Caitlyn muttered, "I hate this place so much! I think I'm going to have nightmares."

She examined the door on the other side before trying to open it.
Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (18) + 12 = 30

Caitlyn gives it a most distrustful look, grits her teeth before edging along the wall like a crab to try and get past...

You can get BG2 from gog.com it's aged pretty well. The add-on throne of Baal is worth playing too.

Given my multiple playthroughs of Baldur's gate, I'm very keen to avoid anything that looks like a mage's skull!

Caitlyn sighed and scanned the room suspiciously.
Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (17) + 12 = 29

She stared to move forwards before stopping to ask, "Is there anything we should know? For example if the floor in front of me was enchanted..."

Caitlyn take a sharp breath, clutching her hammer before asking Jackun, "What happened here? Did the art do that?"

I'm taking the family on holiday to get a bit of Christmas sun. I won't be able to post till tomorrow but I expect to have internet at the villa.

With her knuckles in bits, and plastered with sweat from smashing another set of statues, Caitlyn stands next to Jackun - ready for whatever horrors lurk behind the door.

Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 18

Jackun hadn't answered her question, so Caitlyn eyed him and the statues suspiciously as he approached. The leather in her gloves creaked as she gripped the pommel of Wyrmslayer. She wondered if it would soon be hammer time...

Doo d-d-do. Do do. Can't touch this!

Perception: Did that statue just look at me funny?!: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 12 = 17

Cracking her Knuckles, Caitlyn asks Jackun, "Do you need me to smash this one too? If so it'll be quicker if I can use the hammer."

Cailtlyn rolled her eyes and cried, "Oh for the love of all that's holy I've got to do it again!"

Uh barbarian smash time again? I'm reminded a little of this.

Weapon in hand Caitlyn stepped through the door in front of Jackun, ready to fight whatever might be on the other side.

Perception if applicable: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21

All right so maybe we're good to go on if Mariel and Jackun are.

It had taken hours. Every part of her was sore and she was drenched with sweat. The sight of the shattered statue would have been gratifying if she hadn't so damn tired. "Perhaps we should rest?" she suggested when she caught her breath.

How are we doing for spells?

If it really is a statue, it's going to have Hardness 8 and 15hp per inch. She does actuality have Dragon Style and Improved Unarmed Strike so she can do 1.5x str damage on a hit.

If looks could curdle milk, the one Caitlyn gave Jackun would have qualified, this was going to hurt! With out a word, she turned towards the nearest statue and pivoted on one foot before lashing out with a surprisingly graceful yet powerful side kick. As her foot smashed into the stone, she cried "Yaaa!"
Unarmed attack, Dragon Style, Power Attack, Rage: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (12) + 12 = 24Damage with 1.5x str: 1d3 + 7 + 3 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 7 + 3 + 4 = 15 If it's a creature and it has SLA's that's +2 from witch hunter and also +1 from axe to grind.

Trying hard to keep calm Caitlyn asked, "Smashing them without metal sounds painful Jackun. I don't want to use my fists, because I'd just break every bone in them. Is there some clever way of destroying them?"

You'll be in our prayers Mariel. I'm sure it'll go well, fingers crossed it!

Caitlyn grunted in dismay and full of sass she demanded from the universe, "What the #&*~! am I supposed to do now? Fight the undead that plague this tomb with harsh language?!"

Cailtlyn nods and swings her hammer mightily, grunting with effort as she brings it down on the statue. As she swings she growls, "Into ITTY-BITTY PIECES!"

I'm not sure if this will precipitate combat or if it's just a statue. In case it's the latter, I'll roll a few sunder attempts to speed things up.
Sunder with power attack!: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (10) + 11 = 21 Damage: 1d12 + 13 ⇒ (7) + 13 = 20
Sunder with power attack!: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26 Damage: 1d12 + 13 ⇒ (7) + 13 = 20
Sunder with power attack!: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (12) + 11 = 23 Damage: 1d12 + 13 ⇒ (6) + 13 = 19

Looks like north from Caitlyn's position is another set of doors. But from what I understand there are suspicious robed statues in the two alcoves, which she is getting antsy about.

"Soo..." asked Caitlyn, "What do you propose? Should I smash them into itty-bitty pieces?" To underscore this she smacked the head of wyrmslayer against the palm of her hand making a meaty thwack!

Phylactery of positive energy adds 2d6. Caitlyn could take lesser celestial totem. VMC order of the star cavilier is a big boost too.

"Why thank you Mariel!" beamed Caitlyn, "I think I'm ready if you are Jackun."

Caitlyn glanced round at the others before replying to Jackun, "I'm uhh a little stiff from where that statue walloped me. Mariel is putting a brave face on it but I've know her too long for her to hide things from me. She's hurt, as is Mittens."

Looks like the three of us are down a little HP according to the map, otherwise Caitlyn is good to go.

"Ow my ears!" moaned Caitlyn, the din had been incredible and her ears where still ringing. Still beating on the metal till it failed had been oddly satisfying.

She poked her head through the other side and had a good look to see if there was anything alarming about the robed statues...
Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (13) + 12 = 25

"You might need to check these Jackun" she sighed.