After tying up the prisoners and securing them Colberg moves through the camp looking for all of their supplies.
Looks like the big orc gots this intter'gation under control, suppose I'll go and look for something to keep us alive out here. A couple of these folks ain't go no clue to the cold, especially the priest. Probably gonna have to carry him back to town before this is done.
Listening with half an ear Colberg pipes in about how long they would survive. Calling from inside one of the tents, "If they lucky they can make it back ta the farm 'fore the midnight freeze sets... but Lady Fortune is a fickle mistress." In a normal voice he adds, "'Specially ta those missin' ears, I think."
Searching for supplies and letters:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
"Hurry up priest we don't got all day. Can't be leaving you behind to get snacked on by the little fairies. Torag only knows if they'd look at you and we find you've broken in half."
After Kirridell crosses Colberg takes up the rear.
Acro:1d20 - 2 ⇒ (19) - 2 = 17
As as player I would say go with the rope bridge idea, since in order to swing we need to have the rope attached to a tree higher than the river is wide. then get to a point where we are also higher than the river is wide.
As a character, he will think every idea is bad since it deals with unsafe water. And would probably prefer to stay as close to the ground as possible.
Either way... Acrobatics:1d20 - 4 ⇒ (17) - 4 = 13
Colberg grabs coil of rope from his backpack. "This is all I got, ain't thought I'd ever need a grapple hook. Never bought one. Perhaps your right though Jorgo, I might be able to hit me a tree with an arrow. Dunno how sturdy it'd be."
Colberg nods in agreement with the two big people, "Definitely weren't talkin' ta the stag. See its eyes gone all wide? That's how it should be... afraid of ya Jorgo. Prolly a witch's trick, no how it did it though, first time I seen anything like it. Old man you got any idea how it was doin that talking an stuff?"
As Colberg is listening to Votun's reply he moves about where the stag was and the immediate area surrounding it. Survival:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12 "Hmmm, well I don't see no signs of anything around here 'sides the stag. I guess our only choice is ta follow the munchkin's directions."
Colberg replies gruffly to the taller elf without breaking his gaze at the stag. ”None as strange as this here fellow, though I met a few, but tis not a story fer now.”
Tryin ta throw me off yer trail, huh witch? I ain’t that dumb. No stag I know would stand idly candid with a big ole orc nearby. Colberg watches as the half-orc sidles towards the stage talking all mean like, Aye, yer gonna goof it ya big oaf, this ain’t no special animal, just a trick. Needs a more tact than that, can’t just be all intimidating like you can to smart folk.
Colberg moves to Jorgo, feet crunching through the snow, he puts his hand on the huge orcs elbow since he can’t quite reach his shoulder comfortably. Whispering under his breath, hopefully low enough for the “stag” not to hear, ”Sumthin’s fishy ‘bout this, let me see if I can handle this ‘fore you crack open an innocent deer’s head.”
Colberg steps in front of Jorgo before he can reply to the deer, hands away from his body, ”Ah got some funny jokes fer an animal, definitely the best one I’ve heard from yer kind. How ‘bout you just don’t mind the big ugly” Colberg tilts his head back indicating Jorgo, “and focus on the little ugly, me,” pointing at himself. ” We could use yer help right about now. What say you?” Colberg moves another step forward.
Diplomacy for the Voice:1d20 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1 Wild empathy for the stag:1d20 ⇒ 11 I'm suspecting the voice and the stag are somewhat separate and trying to get the stag to stay still while I approach it. If the stag is a magical beast then you can ignore the empathy check
Colberg slows his pace a bit to fall in step with Kirridell, whispering (though not very quitely), "Well now the little bugger ain't gonna say a thing. Ya say yer gonna pop his head off after he tells ya what ya want ta hear. Five gold says he ain't got nothin ta do with it, 'I just watched it happen' HA!"
Silly priest, ain't know nothin about interrogatin'.
"Ahhhh now we gettin ta the good stuff. Ice devils and mighty trolls, sounds plenty o fun."
Colberg is half listening to the conversation Votun is having, keeping an eye out for any more of the little buggers.
Perception:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
"Wha? what's goin on?" Colberg is a little slow to get the gears rolling as he was fasinated by the things hanging from the tree. He quickly scans the area to see what the cause of all the commotion is.
Perc:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
"Who you talking to old man (Votun), I don't see a damn thing!?"
"Hrmmmm, not liking the look o this place at all. Keep yer eyes open fer any nasties comin this way."
Perception:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
Colberg pulls out his longsword to prod one of the things hanging on a tree. As he pokes it he mumbles under his breath. "What has Charon got planned for us ta'night?" Knowledge (Nature):1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
Summer classes and work have got me stretched for time right now, so I may be a little slow posting for the next month. I'll try for once a day, but I shouldn't be any longer than 48 hours in between posts. You can NPC me as you see fit however to speed up combat or in situations like this where you are relying on me for information to proceed.
Colberg joins the rest of the group at wherever everyone is, "Aye, them bastards gonna pay. Looks like they walked off ta the forest that way. Probably ain't moving too fast either, looks like they took half the poor man's crops."
Colberg's eyes are narrow as he surveyes the scene, clearly unhappy about what has transpired. "Hmmmmmm, why'd the witches minions do all this? We are definitely dealing with something that is not civilized."
Colberg looks around the outside for signs of which way the evil people went as well, in particular whether they raided the farm first or hit the caravan. Tracking:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
Once he is satisfied he looks at the crops to see how they were "eaten" and whether they were withered from the "natural" cold, or if it was from an unnatural source. Knowledge (Nature), Survival:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 61d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
Fantastic rolls I must say.
So so dumb! Why didn't I think of this before. Stupid. Colberg swings of his back pack and starts rummaging through it. AH HA! He yells triumphantly pulling out a flask of oil and some cloth, and immediately begins stuffing the cloth into the top of the flask.
"Ahhgh, Damn them Mosquitoes." Colberg dashes as fast as his short legs can carry him over to the fire by the priest, grabbing anything flammable to use a torch against the awful bugs.
ROUND 2
Colberg moves slightly towards the flying mass of annoyance while putting his sword away. Then he reaches into the side of his pack and pulls out a vial of alchemist's fire. "Move ya big lug!"
Knowledge (Nature):1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7 "You sure about that old man?!" Colberg moves back a bit drawing his falchion and readies an action to cut any mosquitoes that get close.
"Aye, priest man, the jewels likely go to the Lady. But the capt'n ain't likely ta be using the sword no more, no harm in taking it with us. It'd be better off in the old mans hands, at least 'til he bites the dust as well. Either way we're wasting time, let's go." Colberg grabs the breastplate from Votun (but doesn't don it yet) without waiting for a response from anybody and turns and heads towards the Dansby farm.
Colberg gets up from examining the tracks and calls out to the others, "Hmmmm, so we got some witches work here, these ain't no ordinary wounds." Pointing to the mounting pile of bodies that Kirridell is moving. "Looks like she gots a few minions with her and that Lady e'eryone be talkin' 'bout. Likely the drag marks. He minions could be some more zombies too, not quite sure with all this wind making it hard follow these tracks."
Colberg then moves to help Kirridell move the rest of the bodies over to the Ice Statue to prepare for the pyre. Whilst moving the bodies COlberg casually says to Kirridell, "We should make sure we're gone 'fore the fire really starts ta get going, Don't wanna stick around incase the witch decides to come back."
Colberg scowls at the dead zombies, "Hmph, well this don't look good, two convoys and zombies, and a frozen statue. Somethin' made obvious tracks ta follow south, could be the killers, 'specially if there be more zombies. Or it could be a trap too. Witches be tricky, ya never know. Also there is a longsword over yonder by the poor frozen fella if any of ya need it." Colberg moves to grab his bow and clean all the snow off of it before returning to investigate the surrounding area a bit more. "I'll see if I can find anything more about what were up against."
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Identifying tracks of feet and number:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11 Jorgo be taking all the good dice. D:<
"What's goin' on oe'r ther!?" Colberg dashes into view from around a bush whipping out his short bow and assessing the situation, he quickly fires an arrow into the fray at the zombies.
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Fire into Melee:1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (12) + 3 - 4 = 11-2 Cover? = 9
Fire not into Melee12 + 3 = 15-2 Cover = 13
Damage:1d6 ⇒ 6
Colberg lets out a long guttural sigh upon seeing the bodies, "Guess we were too late for this."
He moves up to the wreckage and touches one of the people to see if it is still warm and approximately how long it has been dead.
Heal (Untrained):1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15 Knowledge (Nature) to see what the puncture holes are:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14
He then moves over to the statue to see what it is and how long it has been here. (Based on temperature and how much is melted)
Knowledge (Nature):1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
Finally Colberg starts circling the camp looking for tracks or clues to what caused this and where they are headed.
Survival:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
He does all this in calculated silence as though on autopilot.
"Aye, Yer prolly right Old man, the bandits likely be ready fer the sentinels. 'Cept we don't have no clue where exactly the bandits be." Colberg points to all the spots he has marked on the map. "The sentinels might though, doubt Dansby knows where they'd be."
I'm equipped and all ready to go. Besides I have no money anyway, Colberg is a broke dwarf. As for marching order, I'd likely be in the front doing tracking and stuff. Or if miss barbarian wants to take that spot I'd cover the rear looking for ambushes and stuff.
«Sorry about Tess – didn’t mean to make you nervous – but better safe than sorry with her, believe you me. She can mix nitrates and sulfur like Asmodeus himself! »
Colberg doesn't look up from the map and responds in a slower pace than normal, "'S all good, as long as I ain't gonna be gettin blown up in mah sleep." He scrawls a few more thing thins on the map and then turns to acknowledge the Half-orc who is already address the bar maid. Ah well, he don't look ready to leave yet. I'll tell him later
Once everyone is in the Silver Stoat:
"AYE! So we all ready ta go and get some witches?! Colberg unfurls is wrinkly map on the table and points to several areas on the map, "These are all areas that I believe bandits could be hiding, the closest several of which are probably in out interest to check out first. However, Kale tells me that the High Sentinel Lodge is probably already looking for the bandits and likely has some information that could help us. I think we should go there first and see what they have to say about it." Colberg looks around the table then sits down.
"Oh, ummm." Colberg looks down at the ground sheepishly, "I'll-ah, go and-ah, get-ah plan ready. Who is all-ah, going?" He shuffles his foot around on the ground a bit, slightly agitated now. The he looks up attitude shifted, he looks much more ready for business, eyes and lips thin, "I'll be in the Stoat if ya need me."
Colberg immediately jumps to grab the long sword once the mercenary offers it to the group, "Aye, thanks. She'll be put ta some good use, and I'll see both the ladies back to ya safely." He grins as he put the longsword onto his belt.
He turns to look at Tess and Jorgo, "As fer the fire, you two got any o that alchemists explosive fire stuff. That should take care of anything the wit-uh, ummm, take. care. o. them. like- the man said. Fire'll do in a pinch." He looks away nervously, hoping he didn't offend Tess like Jorgo warned.
With most of his focus on various things around the house Colberg barely hears Kirridell mention his map, "Huh, what, why o course I gots a map. Tis a bit messy though." Colberg hastily grabs the map out his his pack and hands it to Kirridell.
Why do Orcs gotta be so fat, can hardly see around this one. And Elves makin things so small don't help nothin either. Colberg grumbles under his breath unintelligibly as they head to the room.
The Languid Human Guy wrote:
"I would like to examine your wounds if you would allow?”
Colberg interjects rudely: "Course he would allow, tha poor sap is injured. Make yer hands all glowly and get it done already. Now make some space so I can get in to tha room as well." Colberg shakes his head as he moves into the room, So afraid of steppin on toes ain't gonna get nothin done fast.
Colberg nods his head with a grunt acknowledging Jorgo just before the door opens and Elder Safander pops out. Colberg looks up at the priest as he talks to Kirrdell, and is slightly surprised when Tess addresses him in Dwarvish. His face softens slightly as a smile creeps onto his face.
Dwarvish:
"Colberg, hunter of ALL the evil things."
After she invites them in, Colberg bustles into her workshop and starts wandering around the workshop inspecting as much as he can while pleasantries are being exchanged.
Colberg trails behind Jorgo jogging slightly to keep up, until they stop at the door. As Jorgo calls out for Tess Colberg looks up and down the house examining it closely.
Big Orc Guy wrote:
"Ehm… I wouldn’t mention anything ‘bout witches with Tess, yeah? Never know who might take offense at some misunderstanding."
"Aye, won't say a word..." Colberg looks up at the Half-orc, eyes narrow, "She ain't a witch is she?"
Well Colberg has no prejudice against magic, and he is extremely biased towards females as witches. Votun can cast spells fine around him as he'll see it as a wizard or sorcerer, but if he sees a hex then things will get really interesting (assuming he is actually paying attention at the time).
Also rolling for my Hex Nails for the campaign trait. 1d4 ⇒ 1
Colberg marches right to the front of the tavern without waiting for anyone to follow. He then heads south for a second before realizing he doesn't even know where Willowbark is. Stroking his beard he turns about a looks around and then heads back into the Silver Stoat and yells across the tavern, "EYY! Lets go, where is this Willowbark place anyway?"
If this short guy here knows his blades like he knows his brews, we shouldn’t have too much to worry about, even with winter monsters!
"Aye, winter monsters ain't a big deal, but witches, they can get ya even when yer lookin' straight attem. Need to be clever if ya wanna find and kill them." Colberg lifts his drink up as well to the half-orc and then takes a drink, his face go blank for a moment, then scrunches up in to a disgusted look. He sets his Three Devils Ale on the bar and a copper, leaving it alone for the rest of the night.
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The Bar Maid wrote:
"He kin show yeh, Yuln's bein' cared for over at Willowbark's."
To Willowbark's then, the more information to be had, the better." COlberg quickly and crudely stuffs his map back into his bag and pulls out a rusted nail and puts it into his pocket.
As everyone was talking back and forth, Colberg was listening with an ear, but much more focused on the bag in front of him as he rummaged through it.
Damn, gotta keep this thing more organized, has ta be in here somewhere. Sounds like I came ta the right place after all, and mom said drawing yer own maps was useless.
Kale the Bar Maid wrote:
"An' you little master? Anythin' ter drink or are yeh just gonna stand there takin' up my barspace?"
Colberg jumps a bit, startled at being addressed in the midst of his concentration, a scroll in his hand that has seen better days, "Huh! Aye, sure, just grabbin me map out real quick." He puts the scroll on the bar and starts to unroll/unfold in. "Ya got any Gunderbal Special Reserve down here? Or even some Irrisen Mulled Ale?"
The map is a very VERY rough sketch of the surrounding northern area. There a lots of arrows drawn over the map with no apparent rhyme or reason, criss-crossing in every direction. There a a few areas circled and a couple more starred and random Dwarvwen letters are almost as numerous as the arrows. Colberg begins muttering quietly to himself in Dwarvish, barely audible to those who listen, and tracing a few arrows.
Muttering Crazy Dwarf:
"I knew it, The witches be coming south, attacking the unprepared. Damn clever wenches. And from the sound of it nobody ain't know anything about it. It is surprising they are attacking guarded caravans."
Colberg looks up from his map at Jorgo jumping back into the conversation uninvited, "Hey big orc guy, you know where that lady was attacked?"
Colberg strolls down the street, snow crunching under his feet as he moves towards The Silver Stoat. How many years has it been since I been this far south? Has to be like 15 maybe even 20, it don't even get this cold up in the northern regions. Colbeg slows his pace and looks around for a second confused. He then turns back realizing he just passed The Silver Stoat.
"Ah, here we are. Time ta find out bout all this crazy thats been goin on." Colberg opens the door to the Tavern, looking about at all the people in here, looking for any witches in particular. He makes note of all the exits out of this room, just in case. The dwarf then walks over to the bar maid and stands up as tall as he can, interrupting anyone currently speaking and asks, "Aye, looks like winter come early this year, got any idea what could be the cause?"
Currently in Las Vegas, Nevada (UTC-8 as well)
I can easily get two posts a day for the weekdays, Saturdays are at least one, and Sundays are iffy, but I can get one though it might be short and simple.
Very excited to get my stubborn Dwarf in action, I'll have all the rest of him touched up tomorrow. (equipment and a better layout)
Sounds all good to me. Are we in the Silver Stoat now, or we haven't started yet?
@Sigrun It'll be tough with people who choose 20 pt buy. I'm working this out in my head still but I may ask you to choose 2 abilities and take a -2 to those in fairness...if you were chosen.
Actually those stats are rolled earlier in the thread. That is definitely not a 20 point buy. The character was made originally with 20pt but then was changed after the rolls were awesome, which makes me slightly jealous. Haha
Also any issues with Dwarf Ranger Colberg (which is a 20pt buy)? I don't think I will have be able to update him with anything else for the next few days (ie. more detailed back story, Kind of having writers block for this guy at the moment) but if you have any specific questions/issues I can certainly address them (and possibly unblock that writers block).
Here's a guy I have been wanting to play for a bit.
Crunchy Ranger Colberg:
COLBERG
Male Ranger 1
Init +2; Senses Perception +6, Darkvision 60 ft
==DEFENSE==
AC 17, touch 12, flat-footed 15 (+5 armor, +2 dex)
hp 12 (1d10+1)
SR 0
Fort +3, Ref +4, Will +2
Armor Scale Mail, Medium
Defensive Abilities Defensive Training (PFCR 21), Hardy (PFCR 21), Stability (PFCR 21)
==OFFENSE==
Spd 20 ft/x4
Melee Falchion +4 (2d4+4) 18-20/x2
Melee Falchion +3 (2d4+7) 18-20/x2 [PA]
Ranged Shortbow +3 (1d6) 20/x3
Special Attacks Hatred (PFCR 21)
==STATISTICS==
Str 16, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 12, Wis 15, Cha 8
BAB +1, CMB +4, CMD +16
Feats Armor Proficiency (LIGHT / MEDIUM) (PFCR 118), Power Attack (PFCR 131), Shield Proficiency (PFCR 133)
TraitsRestless Wayfinder, Vigilante Witch Hunter
Skills Handle Animal +3, Knowledge (geography) +6, Knowledge (nature) +5, Perception +6 [Unusual stonework +8], Sense Motive +6, Stealth +2, Survival +6 [Tracking - 1/2 speed +7, Tracking - Normal Speed +7, Tracking - x2 speed +7]
SQ Slow and Steady (PFCR 21), Favored Enemy (PFCR 64), Wild Empathy (PFCR 65)
Languages Common, Dwarven, Skald, Sylvan
I'll get a full equipment list if I get picked
A short interview with the amazing Colberg (aka questions):
Hello Colberg, thank you for joining me here on this fine evening. Let's get things started quickly since you seem to want to get out of here quickly.
Aye, just ask yer questions, don't got all day for this
Most people are curious about your visiting habits around here. You appear randomly and stay for a week or two then you are off and away again. What is that all about?
Aye, well ya see, this place just got that natural draw to it. Can't really describe it. I get a bit homesick of it sometime and just gotta come back and check on all the folks. But after while I get homesick of the forest ya know, and then I gotta be off on my way again. Oh, and them witches ain't gonna be dying on their own either, they need a little help from me. Ha!
I see, speaking of traveling; what do you think about the variety of intelligent races around these parts?
Growin' up in these parts preps you fer all kinds of things, ya learn to deal with a variety of persons, there be many interesting ones you can meet. But, always, and when I say always I mean it, ALWAYS be careful about the unknown, ne'er know when they be bout to stab you in the back. That's why this eye (points to his right eye) always be looking round fer danger.
Hmmm, okay. Well what is it that you do exactly?
I hunt witches! E'eryone knows that, don't be silly.
Ahm, I meant more than that, like-
More? I go out into the forest, track, find, and kill witches. Ain't nothing more than that. They set clever traps sometimes and I gotta figure em out, but then when I do Myr (pats his falchion) comes out, he just loves when head roll.
*Clears throat* Okay, let's change the topic a bit now. What are your goals in life, where do you want to end up?
Kill ALL the witches! Gonna be a witch killin hero, that's where I'll end up. Now I'm done with yer stupid questions. Colberg gets up and storms out with a huff. Now that was a waste of my times. grumble grumble grumble.
Fluffy Ranger Colberg:
Colberg is very gruff and hates when people waste his time. When Colberg was younger he had a terrible encounter with a Witch who killed his pet wolf, Jagros. and now he is out to kill ALL the witches. This revenge has him traveling all over the Taldor and a bit of Irrisen. he loves to travel and he loves animals, especially wolves and likes to keep them as company, though he hasn't found one quite like Jagros.
He is a very cautious individual and takes his time when it comes to anything important, and hates when he is rushed for any reason. Though he is rough around the edges he has a great love of animals and anyone who shares that love will see a side of him they never thought existed.
After a while of drinking a very drunk Colberg gets up from his chair and stumbles his way over to the strange gnome with the trinkets. He slurs out a barely coherent sentence, swaying quite a bit, almsot as if he could fall over onto the gnome any second. "You look like you can have some fun. SING WITH ME!" He laughs very loud getting a bit of attention for it. Before the Gnome can really respond Colberg bursts out is song,
Gonna get up, an hunt
An find me some witches
Gonna get up, an hunt
Take em all down
They can run, they can hide
But I'm gonna find em
They won' know what hit em
Till their heads on the ground
He slurs through the words, but it is a lot more intelligible than he actual speaking voice... maybe it is just because he is louder now. As he is singing he makes his way about the tavern completely forgetting about the gnome and his companions at the table. He mumbles something and the repeats the same lines again, this time louder and less enunciated.
Gonna get up, an hunt
An find me some witches
Gonna get up, an hunt
Take em all down
They can run, they can hide
But I'm gonna find em
They won' know what hit em
Till their heads on the ground
Finally he makes his way over to the halfling at the bar talking to a few people. "Why you not singin wif me? You look like ya can have fun, aye." Colberg then collapses and nearly topples onto the poor halfling, he is knocked out cold.
