Male Human Cleric/2 Fighter/1 HP: 36/55 AC10/T10/FF10 Conditions:
Hi Guys,
Sorry about leaving you in the lurch, but not being in any games for the last few weeks, (months), has taken a great big weight off my mind. I didn't realise just how much stress that was putting on me, signing in and looking at stuff and responding, but for my peace of mind I think its time I left the boards for a while.
This has nothing to do with you, its just where I am at the moment.
I wish you luck in the future and hope the game goes well.
Male Human Cleric/2 Fighter/1 HP: 36/55 AC10/T10/FF10 Conditions:
Day 2
Although Canvy feels comfortable in line, in the recesses of his mind, his subconscious holds onto the familiarity of order, of regulation. He lets outs a sigh as he looks down at the tray, his nose screws up No matter what, food is strength. If only he could remember what his mother did to make his food better and how he could make her notice he needed help. The stench assails him.
He begins to move forward, and the red rash around his ankle feels the rough pain of the rusty shackle scraping his flesh. He kicks out at the hurt, hoping to break the chain.
He looks for a door, a way out of this madness... ready to run at the door to break out.
Male Human Cleric/2 Fighter/1 HP: 36/55 AC10/T10/FF10 Conditions:
Hi Guys, time off was longer than anticipated.
After feeling a bit sorry for Holly's passing I contracted a nasty chest virus and have been signed off from work with it. The cough is still with me, but I'm feeling a lot more human again.
I'll hopefully have a post up in the next 24hrs.
Male Human Cleric/2 Fighter/1 HP: 36/55 AC10/T10/FF10 Conditions:
"No, no!" Canvy Mandrain cries aloud. "That hag is gone, gone to the boneyard. I tell you, I have wrested my life from her, I will not be hers..." A bead of sweat crosses his brow, before he slumps down, helpless after the fight for his life .. or is it sanity. Under his breath he mumbles, "See I have given my life to mother now, she is who I serve, not some old hag that died at the hands of my men. I led them forward, when they would not follow, to strike the first blow, to bring her down, though I don't remember the end, because my blood flowed into the marshes like many had lost their life's essence before. Mother gave me the strength to return, yes....that's what happened...."
His eyes glazed over as his head fell forward, on his chest. A large and powerful chest, but scarred by the many battles Canvy had survived, though he covered the one across his belly with the dirty gray stained vest that covered his muscles. He moved slowly, not the swift warrior he had once been, the old injuries had reduced hi ability to react, to run and climb above his enemies, to lead troops in battles. Now his legs, tanned and colored by inks, stiffly attempt to get up, but the will is not there. Canvy Mandrain, lies down, feeling the cold of the ground against his body....
Canvy needs to get skills and equipment sorted, but if I've done manual changes correctly then we are on our way ... Hope to get time tonight at home. Also need to get spells sorted too...
Male Human Cleric/2 Fighter/1 HP: 36/55 AC10/T10/FF10 Conditions:
Canvy hearing Erine's leaving speech, wipes a tear from his eye, "Just when I was getting used to you, even like you Erine. I might have even ... no probably not.. But you echo my thoughts. You know, I think that with our reputation I can get a good position in the Baron's employ. I can make the place here a safer place, practice my ways and talk with mother some more." His hazy purple eyes glow.....
He starts towards Erine, his arms outstretched in a warm embrace, but sees the goat giving him another of those looks and stops dead, "Didn't mean to offend." He stands contemplating for a moment.
"I'll remeber yee Erine, indeed I will, specially now yous a powerful mage. You'll always have a home with me and mother should you need one. Good luck, just call us if you need help." He purses his lips, and with his hand throws the kiss towards the gnomish girl.
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It is some time later after Erine's departure that a youngish man knocks and enters Edrukk's and Broccan's rooms, a young man with brightly coloured cloak, of crimson and green. He carries a lute and looks like he means to use it.
Hermy:
Will come up with a bit more, to check some of his abilities etc...
Hermy
Male Human Bard 7
NG Medium humanoid (human)
Init +6; Senses Perception +6
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Defense
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AC 19, touch 13, flat-footed 16 (+6 armor, +3 Dex)
hp 60 (7d8+22)
Fort +7, Ref +11, Will +7; +4 bonus vs. bardic performance, sonic, and language-dependant effects, +2 trait bonus vs. charm and compulson
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Offense
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Speed 20 ft.
Melee masterwork dagger +5 (1d4-1/19-20) and
. . masterwork dagger +5 (1d4-1/19-20) and
. . masterwork rapier +6 (1d6-1/18-20)
Ranged +2 darkwood shortbow +11 (1d6+1/×3)
Special Attacks bardic performance 21 rounds/day (move action; countersong, distraction, fascinate, inspire competence +3, inspire courage +2, suggestion)
Bard Spells Known (CL 7th; concentration +12):
. . 3rd (2/day)—confusion (DC 18), haste
. . 2nd (4/day)—cat's grace, eagle's splendor, glitterdust (DC 17), invisibility, versatile weapon{super}APG{/super} (DC 17)
. . 1st (6/day)—cure light wounds, ear-piercing scream (DC 16), expeditious retreat, feather step{super}APG{/super} (DC 16), timely inspiration{super}APG{/super} (DC 16), touch of gracelessness{super}APG{/super} (DC 16)
. . 0 (at will)—dancing lights, detect magic, mage hand, mending, prestidigitation, read magic, summon instrument
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Statistics
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Str 8, Dex 18, Con 16, Int 10, Wis 10, Cha 20
Base Atk +5; CMB +4; CMD 18
Feats Dazzling Display, Deific Obedience, Point-Blank Shot, Precise Shot, Weapon Focus (rapier)
Traits birthmark, reactionary
Skills Craft (painting) +6, Disguise +15, Knowledge (arcana) +7, Knowledge (dungeoneering) +7, Knowledge (engineering) +7, Knowledge (geography) +7, Knowledge (history) +7, Knowledge (local) +7, Knowledge (nature) +7, Knowledge (nobility) +7, Knowledge (planes) +7, Knowledge (religion) +9, Linguistics +4, Perception +6, Perform (dance) +13, Perform (keyboard instruments) +17, Perform (sing) +10, Spellcraft +10, Use Magic Device +15
Languages Common, Sylvan
SQ bardic knowledge +3, lore master 1/day, versatile performance abilities (dance, keyboard)
Combat Gear wand of cure moderate wounds, wand of enlarge person; Other Gear +2 mithral chain shirt, +2 darkwood shortbow, arrows (20), arrows (20), masterwork dagger, masterwork dagger, masterwork rapier, smoke arrows (10), boots of levitation, cloak of resistance +2, headband of alluring charisma +2, masterwork artisan's tools, masterwork Accordian, 1,021 gp
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Special Abilities
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Bardic Knowledge +3 (Ex) Add +3 to all knowledge skill checks.
Bardic Performance (move action, 21 rounds/day) Your performances can create magical effects.
Birthmark +2 save vs. charm & compulsion
Dazzling Display (Rapier) Intimidate check to demoralize can affect those within 30' who see you.
Deific Obedience (1/round) Your obedience for a diety is so great that daily prayer and minor sacfifices grant you special bonuses
Lore Master (1/day) (Ex) Can take 10 on any trained knowledge checks. Activate to take 20 as a standard action.
Point-Blank Shot +1 to attack and damage rolls with ranged weapons at up to 30 feet.
Precise Shot You don't get -4 to hit when shooting or throwing into melee.
Versatile Performance (Dance) +13 (Ex) You may substitute the final value of your Perform: Dance skill for Acrobatics or Fly checks
Versatile Performance (Keyboard Instruments) +17 (Ex) You may substitute the final value of your Perform: Keyboard Instruments skill for Diplomacy or Intimidate checks
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Obedience Paint a small picture, compose a short poem or song, dance a scene from a ballet, or create another work of art, whispering praise to Shelyn’s beauty and grace as you do so. The art piece need be neither large nor complex, but heartfelt and made to the best of your ability. Gift the piece of art to a stranger and pay her a sincere compliment as you do so. If there are no suitable individuals around to receive the gift, leave it in an obvious place with a note praising Shelyn and asking whoever finds it to take it with your warmest wishes.
Gain a +4 sacred bonus on Craft and Perform checks.
Male Human Cleric/2 Fighter/1 HP: 36/55 AC10/T10/FF10 Conditions:
More patting the air and Canvy continues, "Don't worry citizens, I'm sure the Baron will have learned from this." canvy goes back and finds the remains of the creature they just killed. "This is the creature that had influenced the Baron, through fear and whatever other means it tried. But thanks to the brave efforts of Broccan, Edrukk Erine and myself, we managed to defeat it and rescue the Baron. Have no fear, you lives will return to normal in no time, won't they Baron? "
Male Human Cleric/2 Fighter/1 HP: 36/55 AC10/T10/FF10 Conditions:
Canvy goes forward towards the crowd, his hands flapping at them to calm them down. "Please, please calm down. We have rescued the Baron, who I am sure will be taking back some of those new restrictions which have impinged on your freedoms and life." He bows theatrically before the crowd, a wicked gleam in his eye, "We warriors for good have disposed of the threat you faced, and I am sure the Baron will need advisers to keep external threats at bay, so we will be here to protect you once more. Isn't that right Baron?"
He whispers to Erine, "Time to settle down, make some roots, you know." His hand clutches his holy symbol beneath his clothes, and silently to himself he breathes out ..."Mother...."
Male Human Cleric/2 Fighter/1 HP: 36/55 AC10/T10/FF10 Conditions:
Canvy stops running and looks back, scratching his head and wondering why he suddenly started to run away. With righteous indignation he takes crossbow off his back and load it with a bolt, ready to fire at the thing.
Male Human Cleric/2 Fighter/1 HP: 36/55 AC10/T10/FF10 Conditions:
Will save 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
Canvy watches as the javelins miss the creature, and with eyes bulging he shouts "Flee....run for you lives...I'm off this thing is too powerful for me...." and proceeds to run from the fight.
Male Human Cleric/2 Fighter/1 HP: 36/55 AC10/T10/FF10 Conditions:
Hearing Erine's plea, Canvy throws one of his javelins at the creature, "Here goes for nothing!" he says to Erine. "I need to fly to hit it or it needs to come down here!!!" the fighter/cleric says frustrated at the none progress being made to tackle the thing.
Male Human Cleric/2 Fighter/1 HP: 36/55 AC10/T10/FF10 Conditions:
Canvy grimaces and starts a prayer, calling "Mother, make him hear your woes." as a sudden sound of howling animals surrounds the flying enemy.
Casts Sound blast sonic damge 1d8 ⇒ 7 Fort save DC14 or be stunned[]
Sound Blast:
School evocation [sonic]; Level bard 2, cleric 2
Casting Time 1 standard action
Components V, S, F/DF (a musical instrument)
Range close (25 ft. + 5 ft./2 levels)
Area 10-ft.-radius spread
Duration instantaneous
Saving Throw Fortitude partial; Spell Resistance yes
You blast an area with a tremendous cacophony. Every creature in the area takes 1d8 points of sonic damage and must succeed on a Fortitude save to avoid being stunned for 1 round. Creatures that cannot hear are not stunned but are still damaged.
Male Human Cleric/2 Fighter/1 HP: 36/55 AC10/T10/FF10 Conditions:
"Indeed, I should recover some, before we move on, I'm a little whoozy with the pain." the half-orc says as the sweat from fighting mingles with his slowly seeping bloody wounds.
Male Human Cleric/2 Fighter/1 HP: 36/55 AC10/T10/FF10 Conditions:
Canvy smiling continues to attack... but seems confused by the lights going out, then blinking his eyes as they come back on again.
Attack Falchion 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (1) + 7 - 4 = 4 power attack Damage 2d4 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (1, 4) + 4 + 4 = 13 channel smite 3d6 ⇒ (1, 6, 4) = 11 will DC=15 for half
Male Human Cleric/2 Fighter/1 HP: 36/55 AC10/T10/FF10 Conditions:
Ignoring the fire breathing dogs, Canvy concentrates his might on the imp, he moves to the imp and with his falchion, sweeps it through the air. "Owner of the dogs, tell them to sit or you die with my next stroke." However distracted as he sidesteps the fire, from the dogs attack, he swings at the flames rather than the imp. "Die, firey."
Male Human Cleric/2 Fighter/1 HP: 36/55 AC10/T10/FF10 Conditions:
Canvy growls, "Damnable imps...." he chants a prayer calling for his mother to speak severely to the imp and his hounds. Before moving towards the hounds and the imp, taking his falchion in his hands and smiling manically.
Casts Sound Burst hoping to catch the imp and hounds.
Sound Burst:
School evocation [sonic]; Level bard 2, cleric 2
Casting Time 1 standard action
Components V, S, F/DF (a musical instrument)
Range close (25 ft. + 5 ft./2 levels)
Area 10-ft.-radius spread
Duration instantaneous
Saving Throw Fortitude partial; Spell Resistance yes
You blast an area with a tremendous cacophony. Every creature in the area takes 1d8 points of sonic damage and must succeed on a Fortitude save to avoid being stunned for 1 round. Creatures that cannot hear are not stunned but are still damaged.
Male Human Cleric/2 Fighter/1 HP: 36/55 AC10/T10/FF10 Conditions:
Canvy stands his ground, as he looks at the vile cleric and readies his polearm for the fight, allowing him to attack from distance. He calls out for 'mother' to help him and his allies defeat this vile follower of evil.
Know(Religion) 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19 to recognise if the cleric is undead and know what religion he follows? Casts Bless +1 to hit, +1 vs fear
Male Human Cleric/2 Fighter/1 HP: 36/55 AC10/T10/FF10 Conditions:
Canvy stops his concentration as Broccan looses his wild abandoness, returning to his normal self. He nods appreciatively at Edrukk as he goes to make the final cut of doom for the monster. "Mask, what?" he searches for an answer.
Male Human Cleric/2 Fighter/1 HP: 36/55 AC10/T10/FF10 Conditions:
Fort Save 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22
Canvy feels his legs stiffen, almost plating themselves in the ground. His blood seems to freeze in his legs, as he quickly realizes that his body is being made into stone. Without taking his mind off the spell, he channels his mind to resist the cold feeling, pushing it back. "No you don't." he says, before calling on his mother to guide him.
move action: concentrate on Broccan's spell. std action: casts guidance on self.
Male Human Cleric/2 Fighter/1 HP: 36/55 AC10/T10/FF10 Conditions:
Canvy calls to his mother, "Send your anger to aid our allies." as he casts a spell, his mind approaches Broccan's with the gift, offering him the benefit that it gives. He then seems to split into two, as an exact image of himself.
Std: Canvy would cast before Broccan in initaitive order as this is still his 1st round action, casting Rage. Broccan has the choice to accept the spell or not... will add +1 to hit and damage, +1 to fort saves, +6 HPs...-2 to AC. No fatigue at the end... Move: CopyCat, image for 5 rounds.
Rage Spell:
School enchantment (compulsion) [mind-affecting]; Level bard 2, sorcerer/wizard 3
Casting Time 1 standard action
Components V, S
Range medium (100 ft. + 10 ft./level)
Targets one willing living creature per three levels, no two of which may be more than 30 ft. apart
Duration concentration + 1 round/level (D)
Saving Throw none; Spell Resistance yes
Each affected creature gains a +2 morale bonus to Strength and Constitution, a +1 morale bonus on Will saves, and a –2 penalty to AC. The effect is otherwise identical with a barbarian's rage except that the subjects aren't fatigued at the end of the rage.
Male Human Cleric/2 Fighter/1 HP: 36/55 AC10/T10/FF10 Conditions:
Canvy sheepishly cocks his head to one side, "If only I could help with beating back those flames, I would. I think I'll do better beating back the evil priest you think is there." he says helpfully.
Male Human Cleric/2 Fighter/1 HP: 36/55 AC10/T10/FF10 Conditions:
Canvy turns from his chuckling friends, with lines of growing anger across his brow, his lips tightly pursed. "Sorry my friends, but these companions of mine are .... well annoying me. They obviously cannot see the greatness within me, the deadly T-Rex slayer, a man of destiny. I am sure you all see the truth of it, for you are wise men able to make up your own minds." He nods, as his eyes move over the assembled druids, "So with your good wishes we will take our leave and go to fulfill our fate."
"Come along, my good traveling companions, let us prepare for the bloody road ahead." as he turns to Erine, Broccan and Edrukk.
Male Human Cleric/2 Fighter/1 HP: 36/55 AC10/T10/FF10 Conditions:
"So my friends," Canvy addresses the druids, "It's death or glory to rid Cauldron of this rising evil. Then if that's the way it is, then that's the way it is, but any help you can give me, Canvy bane of T-rex, then give your gifts now." he stands proudly. Nodding to his friends, "It is time to bring balance, to push out the growing evil."
