Corbett "the Crab" Cromwell's page

Thanks for the game, at ~200 posts, that was one of the quicker ones!

Yeah, same here. Guess with the quick start, it kinda breezed past.

Player Name: zebeev
Character Name: Corbett "the Crab" Cromwell
PSF#: 262447-2
Faction: Liberty's Edge
Day Job: Profession (Gambler): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19
XP Progression: Standard

Corb scratches the back of his sunburned neck with a meaty paw.
"Aye, the old geezer needs some of his sense back. Can't be wandering around like that all the time, even if it's a touch entertaining."

In close range now, Corb kicks furiously at the demon, hoping to put a dent in it's head.

Brawler's Flurry, 1st Attack: 1d20 + 6 - 2 ⇒ (11) + 6 - 2 = 15
1st Damage, bludgeoning: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
Brawler's Flurry, 2nd Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23
2nd Damage, bludgeoning: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Corb drops his sling, grabbing his longspear and stepping towards the closest dretch. He gives a good solid grunt, and thrusts the spear into the pallid flesh of the demon. "Cursed things, go back to the pit ye came from!"

Longspear (two handed, power attack): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
Damage, piercing: 1d8 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16

Corb wanders into the crowded room, grabbing his sling. Haven't used this in a while, but here goes...

He manages to get enough spin to get a rock to do some damage, despite the tight fit, and lets it fly towards the lumbering creatures.

Ranged, sling (firing into melee): 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (18) + 5 - 4 = 19
Damage, B: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Not sure if that'll hit with soft cover, but here's hoping.
Move: 5' N, 5' SW
Standard: Ranged attack (sling)

@Oded: The Almsman healed us (see GM's last post). Save those heals, haha!

Corb wipes a bit of sweat from his brow, then regards the rest of the party. "I'm good to go whenever you lot are... that really got the blood flowin'!"

He looks down at his arms, where the lacerations from the Wyvverns' spiked chains have healed up to barely show any scars thanks to the Almsman's healing magic. "Lit'rally."

With the last thug up close and personal, Corb tosses a couple of knees into the mix, hoping to catch his opponent in the gut.

Brawler's Flurry: 1d20 + 6 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 6 - 2 = 5
Brawler's Flurry: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15 - possible hit?
Damage, bludgeoning: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

He'll then take a retreating step back, giving Madcap a clearer shot, and keeping his longspear trained on the thug. "C'mon, you siltsucker! You want a piece of the Crab!?"

Full Round Action: Brawler's Flurry
Miscellaneous Action: 5' Step NE

As the thugs barge in, Corb can't manage to stick them with his trusty spear, but manages to kick at one of them as he tries to get to his teammates in the back line. Chains lash at him, and he feels the stings as the barbs rend his leathery flesh.

Now with two Wyverns surrounding him, the old brawler attempts to hit one with a headbutt, then plants the butt of his spear into the stone floor before leaning into it and kicking his foot like a packmule.

Brawler's Flurry vs Green: 1d20 + 6 - 2 ⇒ (9) + 6 - 2 = 13
Brawler's Flurry vs Yellow: 1d20 + 6 - 2 ⇒ (16) + 6 - 2 = 20

Damage vs Green (if applicable): 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
Damage vs Yellow: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Full Round: Brawler's Flurry
Sorry, couldn't get to a computer this afternoon to check in.

"Well not from me, because I'm not a mom. At least not that I know of." she adds the last bit with a sly wink and a nudge directed at Corbett.

Corbett is confused, and attempts something resembling a smile with his checkerboard smile.

If this is a surprise round, Corb would move to 10' east of the double doors to give himself enough room to stab away with his longspear. If it's merely an opportunity to cast last minute buffs, he'll use Martial Flexibility to re-up his Dodge for one minute.

Corb looks to Teke and Oded, muttering under his breath. "Wasn't it the Armsman we're lookin' for?"

Reflex Save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13- success

Corbett scratches his chin, watching Madcap ply her artistic talents. Once she's done, he points out the beggar's bowl, and thumbs down the smaller sewer line. "Hopefully a smaller tunnel means less of a stench... shall we?"

Knowledge (dungeoneering): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Corb will fall in near the back of the group, keeping an eye out, but otherwise letting the nimble folk do their thing.

Corb would catch the red thug with an AoO when he leaves the longspear's threatened range.

Corbett brandishes his spear at the chain-wielding thug. "Woah now, mate - reckon there's a toll to pay, crossing this bridge!"
AoO, longspear (two handed): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Damage, piercing: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

Corb cracks his neck, then grips his longspear before dashing down the walkway.

Move: Martial Flexibility (Dodge)
Standard: Move 30' E, drawing longspear as part of move action

"Steel Wyverns, right? We don't have much on us in terms of money, and I think all we got on us is some weapons of our own..." Corb stretches his arms out, as if he's ready to have a nap.

Knowledge (local): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

Corb's eyes perk up at Solemnia's mention of the Wyverns. "Yeah, them Steely Wyverns ain't quite what they once was. Remember back a bit, there was one lad mincin' about, talking up how he used to run with them."

He looks around, aware that everyone is listening to him blabber on. "An' that Almsman, I heard he takes in the city's poor-folk and gives them a leg up. Bit of grub, and a place to rest for a bit, before back out on the streets... Someone said he wears a mask, though I'm not sure why."
Corb's eye lingers on Jonathan, and he stares at the half-elf's own mask before continuing.
"... in any regard, this sanctuary o' his, I can't see those who do know where it is just giving out it's location for nothin'."

Corb eyes up the others, gauging the situation. Is this geezer daft? Did he strike his head?

"Well, when there's no dockwork to be had, some o' us louts turned to fightin' - smartest of the bunch started makin' a spectacle of it, setting times and taking bets." Corb shrugs, and grins with a pile of yellowed teeth.

"... now, I don't claim to be as smart as I am pretty... but turns out you can bet on yourself. A bit o' moxie, some skills to back it up? Why, one could have made a decent profit."

A large lump of a Taldan man sighs at the Venture-Captain's errand.
"Right-o. Talk to this fellow, suss out his story, then go from there. Sounds straight enough... but, uh..." he says, trailing off while scratching a nasty-looking red bit of rashy skin on the back of his neck, "... isn't it customary for potential Society excursions to be in groups of four or more? Safety in numbers, an' all that? Perhaps it's best to wait a bit."

He wheels around, and regards Ynam the sylph. "Miss Ynam? Miss Solemnia, was it? Corbett the Crab, dearies. Fastest hands in the Puddles, back when I was prize-fightin'."

In the interest of cleaning up everyone's Campaigns tab, any chance this thread could be set to inactive, Greenclaw? :)

Everything looks good to me! Thanks again for the game, Greenclaw!

Agreed! Great RP'ing, everyone!
This is three times now playing this scenario, and I've yet to see a fight happen in Mahdi's Chattel. I'm running it for Session 2 of GDVII, so here's hoping someone decides to go rogue. :P

Corbett sees an opening, so he takes it. He wades into the sea of bodies in the tight quarters, then kicks with all his might.

Unarmed Strike, nonlethal, inspire courage: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 5 + 1 = 16
Damage (B): 1d6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 1 = 7

Move: 10' S
Standard: Attack, unarmed (nonlethal)

Corbett moves to the threshold of the captain's quarters, eyeing up the scrambled mess of a fight that's happening in there. He shouts over his shoulder to the chained slaves, reassuring them. "Fire's out for the most part, hold tight, we'll get you out of here!"

Move: 20'

The kennel master was still in the fight, and I missed him with my non-lethal attack last turn - is he still considered an active combatant?

Still standing over the kennel master, Corbett looks off to see everyone head toward the stern of the boat.

He looks down to the dazed man on the floorboards, and shrugs. "When you wake up from this, know there was no 'ard feelings. Just business." He stomps his foot down towards the man's head, looking to knock him out.

Unarmed attack, nonlethal: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

... but he misses completely. Saving face, Corbett smiles at the man. "Uh... psyche?"

Corbett notices a lull in the clamour of battle. "Everyone okay!? Let's see about freein' them there, eh?"

He walks over astride the kennel master, planting his booted foot squarely on the man's chest. He holds his spear with the point a half a foot away from the man's head, just to let him know it's there. "Easy there, lad. No struggle, and there'll be no need to get hurt."

Combat Maneuver, Grapple: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

Ultimately, just looking to restrain the kennel master, not sure if there's any applicable bonuses for doing so, given his current state.

Corbett attempts to stab at the trollhound once more.

Longspear (two handed): 1d20 + 5 - 1 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 5 - 1 + 1 = 14 - (power attack, inspire courage)
Damage: 1d8 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 6 + 3 = 15

I'm assuming from prior turns that I'm after the trollhound.

Aw, good job GM - I almost feel bad about the trollhound. :P

@Zootloot: Oh, right! 18 to hit. Thanks!

Corbett wades into the melee, and seeing Lotho go down leads him the the port side of the ship to aid him. He steps around the animal handler, who is still reeling on the ship's floorboards in mesmerized bliss.

He squares off with the hound, and yells in it's direction. "Back, foul beast!" he says, brandishing his spear.

Sensing that it's about to pounce, he lunges.
Longspear (two handed, power attack): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
Damage: 1d8 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15

Corbett drops the dead gnoll to the ground, and steps with his foot down to clear him from the spearpoint, like a farmer clearing brush from a pitchfork.

He takes a moment to compose himself, then assures Lotho. "Anger's a wicked blade, mate. Sure, you can cut yourself with it, but if you can get a handle on it, you can harness it for good."

With the melee underway, Corbett grabs a boarding pike from a nearby rack, and trods towards the gnoll on the port side of the ship.

"Why, you no-good, dog faced..." mutters the Crab, couching the spear under his arm and running it directly into the gnoll with a sickening impact -- now shouting at the top of his lungs --"... SLAVEDRIVING SCUM ! WHIMPER BACK TO LAMASHTU'S WITHERED TIT, YOU MEWLING CUR! "

Attack vs. Yellow Gnoll, longspear (two handed, power attack): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23
Damage: 1d8 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15

You're in luck, because you have the Two-Weapon Fighting feat.

If you have a base attack bonus of +1 or higher, you may draw a weapon as a free action combined with a regular move. If you have the Two-Weapon Fighting feat, you can draw two light or one-handed weapons in the time it would normally take you to draw one.

And I went and created an owl token to lessen the load for Greenclaw. :P

Corbett eyes a boarding pike from a nearby rack, and grits his teeth. "You bring us hell, damned slavers, and we'll give it right back!"

Just a flavour post - Corb's got a longspear, but it doesn't really make sense to me how one can just walk around with a 8-foot-or-longer spear whenever not in combat.

Corb lets out a sharp sigh of breath, knowing that whoever is topside won't be too happy to see a boarding party.
He shrugs his backpack off, then opens it up to grab a grappling hook tied off to a loop of rope. He throws it over his shoulder, then ensures he has his swordbelt tight. He spits into his cupped hands, then grabs the roughshod rope rungs with calloused palms.

Right ol'boy, over the top we go.

Climb: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
Knowledge (local): 1d20 ⇒ 13

Corbett eyes the ship as they approach it. "Ochre sails. Means she's flying Okeno colours, and we 'appen to be looking for an Okeno slavecaptain. Looks like we've found our target."

As they come across the prow, Corb points out that the "Kat Season" looks like a hastily made modification of it's nom de mer.

He looks around the small boat at the others, then motions to the rope ladder. "Bird's not a bad idea. When it comes to boarding, want me to go first, or do any of you want to take point?"

Corb shifts nervously, looking around the room, then back to Esper.
Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19

Corbett can't help but nod his head at the mention of members of his party wanting to see harm inflicted on the slave dealer, but when he sees that it won't have to come of that, he picks up a glass that partially managed to survive the whole protection-racket charade and wrings some of the wine out of the edge of the rug into it.

When Mahdi's horrified look reaches his eye, Corbett simply flashes his corn-cob smile of yellowing teeth. "Can't let a good vintage go to waste, eh?"

Corbett takes up a spot leaning against the wall, amazed at Esper's ability to dance around social convention and confrontation.

Hell, I think she could convince a fish it could breathe air, if she wanted to...

The old tough scratches at a rough patch of skin on his neck, seemingly tingling at the uneasy thought of such psychic powers.

Corb eyes up the room, riding the slight waves of tension.
Gods know I don't mind a fight, but lets see if this bunch won't back down first. In the meantime, just look like the biggest, meanest p---k in the room, Crab...

EDIT: Paizo boards don't censor a certain euphemism, it seems.

Corb nods at Esper's suggestion, lumbering over to the door. He gently cups his ear and puts it to the crack of the door, while looking at the light bleeding through the crack in the doorjam to see if anyone's near it on the other side.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

Corb places a cauliflowered ear up to the door left ajar, and hears the muffled sounds of a scuffle through it. "Right..." he whispers, "... seems we're not the only ones who've come to visit our friend Mr. Mahdi... someone's certainly not happy with someone else, by the sounds of it..."

Corbett gets up to leave, sneering at the lawyer. "I'm sure all that opulence drowns out the despair of the business that takes place there."

Diplomacy, Aid Another: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (18) - 3 = 15
"Look now, good sir - we're investigators, and we're... investigating... something very important." The big man darts his eyes to the more socially inclined, hoping to get bailed out from having to speak. "We know you're tied to this Mahdi fellow through your dealings, so we just want to ensure that everything was on the up-and-up, is all."

Dahrani gives a small smile before continuing.

"However, if the slaver requires a different tactic, I think there's a few of us willing to put some fear into his heart."

Corbett smirks and nods in agreement as he attempts to crack his swollen knuckles. When no popping sound of relief comes, he simply cascades his fingers then shakes the meaty paw out.

I'm going to say that an over-the-hill rusty lump of a guy like Corbett would unquestionably accept the attention of a charismatic woman, so he'll accept the surge trick, haha.

"Thing I don't understand about these noblefolk..." says Corbett with a yawn, "... is how they're always sending some represent-tator to speak with another. Seems right to me that if you've business with someone, y'just go straight to the problem, right?"

He looks around the room at his newfound compatriots, then shrugs his shoulders. "Though I suppose us lot aren't quite the type for High Tea in the garden or some parlour games on a lazy afternoon, eh? Let's go talk to the help, shall we?"