Corvin Killgannon's page

<- This guy.

I swear. He started out as a 3.5 character in a PbP, and was brought back for two separate campaigns. Two out of three times, he was killed within the first few encounters, once in a near-TPK. The final straw was when, after the near-TPK, our new PCs fought our old ones who had been reanimated as dread zombies. My old PC dropped VERY quickly. Damn shame, really...

Will: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (13) - 1 = 12

I smell a TPK coming very soon.

HP down to 4, then back up to 18

Corvin roars in anger and pain, and slams his armored body into the undead orc.

Grapple: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
Spiked armor damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Corvin Killgannon wrote:

Would I be able to move and throw the box?

Yes, given your strength, you can take a move action and then throw the box. The damage from the box will be 1d6 bludgeoning damage and will have a range increment of 10 feet/

Corvin moves to Q11 and throws the box at whoever's in the way.

If we're using the unused roll from earlier:

Attack: 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 5 - 4 = 21

If we're re-rolling it:

Attack: 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (6) + 5 - 4 = 7

Would I be able to move and throw the box?

Corvin picks up an empty crate and lobs it at the closest orc.

"Come at me, ya zombie piece of s&#%!"

Attack: 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 5 - 4 = 21

Corvin, It will take your full action to move to the box, retrieve it and return to a position to throw. I will use your throw on the next round. I put you back to K12 with the box, Is that ok with you?

Corvin does that.

Channel Energy: 1d6 ⇒ 1

yay

HP up to 21.

o_O How did we do that?

?

Corvin, It will take your full action to move to the box, retrieve it and return to a position to throw. I will use your throw on the next round. I put you back to K12 with the box, Is that ok with you?

That's fine. I can't really do anything else.

Corvin picks up an empty crate and lobs it at the closest orc.

"Come at me, ya zombie piece of s+&*!"

Attack: 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 5 - 4 = 21

Can you even get a critical hit with a wooden box?

Hmmm... all of the things that Corvin is good at (i.e. combat maneuvers) would be a spectacularly bad idea in this situation. Is there anything in the immediate area that could be thrown at the undead orcs and/or create a distraction so that one of the others in the group could get past them?

Corvin is going to wait until after Flavia and Matsumoto take their actions.

Up to 20 hp.

I assume Mason will want to back up near Corvin and probably heal him.

I second this idea.

"Back out of there and get them out here where we have room to maneuver, or they're going to kill us all! Protect yourselves!" she cries to her companions as she gets clear of the monster.

Corvin, ducking under the earth breaker's backswing, quickly pulls back alongside Flavia.

Withdraw as full-round action, move to K12

The undead orcs grunt slightly as the positive energy sears their bodies.

The first orc takes a 5 foot step to the open door P11, and let's out a blood curdling howl unleashing an unnatural rage within itself. It swings its earthbreaker at Corvin. Attack: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23, damage: 2d6 + 12 ⇒ (1, 5) + 12 = 18

The earthbreaker comes crashing squarely down on Corvin nearly crushing him beneath the force of the blow. The second orc moves forward brandishing its earthbreaker menacingly.Q12

Down to 15 hp.

** spoiler omitted **

Man, I wish Corvin had a higher Wis score right now... The perils of a naturally cautious person playing a naturally impulsive character.

I know Corvin wouldn't bother to check, but does the priestess seem to be controlling the undead?

Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

Seeing the undead creatures, Corvin flies into a frenzy, throwing off his cloak.

"DIRTY SONS OF B%!%$ES!"

Corvin nods in agreement and gently pushes open the door, ready for a fight.

"Well, here it goes..."

Corvin does his best not to make any noise, ready to provide some muscle if things get ugly.

Stealth: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (16) - 1 = 15

Corvin turns quickly to Flavia, whispering urgently.

"Quick, we gotta hide or think of somethin' smart to say."

"I'm still here. Not sure what the kid's doing, though."

Perception, just in case: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15

Corvin follows with Urzur slightly behind the rest of the group.

Any checks needed?

"I ain't never said no to a fight before. Ain't gonna start now."

A dark look crosses Corvin's face at Matsumoto's pronouncement.

"This ain't natural. People messin' about with things."

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Corvin digs his elbow in to Urzur's side, motioning to the retreating figures of the oracle and priests. Everything seems to have mostly gone over his head.

"Kid, that lady knows from anything. Damn good speech, that."

Are Corvin and Urzur close enough to everyone else to hear what Matsumoto said?

"Pfft. She don't look like much. I seen crazier s&!*."

Actually true...

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Placed on map.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Corvin turns to a passerby, pointing. "That's a mighty nice fountain y'all got there."

.

"Let's see. Savendir can take his manservant," Flavia grins at Mason, "Urzur and Corvin could get better acquainted, and you can try to keep me out of trouble, Rokuro. What do you think?"

Corvin makes a noise of irritation, but nods his assent.

"Think we should check it out?" Flavia asks uneasily, moving towards the damaged doors to peek inside.

"Yeah, why the hells not..."

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

"Seems a little too quiet in here. And when it's too quiet, that means that it's gonna get real loud, real soon."

The tailor gives Corvin a hard look and then rummages around in the back. He returns with a garish black and red plaid cloak, that looks a little worse for wear. "I think this will fit the bill.", he sneers.

"That'll work."

Corvin trades his horse blanket for the red tartan cloak, making sure the tailor gets a good look at his misshapen flesh and bloodstained armor, and then turns to follow Flavia.

As the group circles the fountain, Corvin spots a tailor. The tailor has a nice array of clothing available. Traveler's outfits are 1 gp for a complete set. With a little haggling, he may be willing to sell you just a cloak for 2 silver.

Corvin slams two silvers onto the tailor's counter.

"GIMME A CHEAP ONE."

Intimidate: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Haggling really isn't his style.

Corvin wraps a horse blanket around himself before heading outside, and keeps an eye out for anyone selling proper cloaks.

As the others focus on figuring out what to do, Urzur sets to the task of practically inhaling his meal. Finishing with a belch, he chimes in with an idea he doesn't think anyone brought up yet. "How about we talk to the guards, too? Weren't they needing to explain somethin' or... somethin'? Maybe after them gender-arms or whatever."

Corvin staggers downstairs half an hour after everyone else, dropping himself on a stool in the corner. At Urzur's pronouncement, he turns to Flavia.

"Somethin' tells me this kid's a few bricks short of a deck of cards."

He grabs several apples from a bowl, and eats every part of them, including the cores and stems.

Corvin heads back to his room early in the conversation. Once there, he makes a mental note to find another cloak in the morning, props himself up in a corner, and tries to sleep.

..

"We could always start breaking heads." Urzur comments, looking solemnly into his nearly empty cup of ale. "If you kill enough of the them, someone important'll show up to investigate. Then ya' lop off an arm or two from them and get information out of 'em."

"I could always, uh, just squeeze 'em for information."

.

"I don't remember this guy at all... Was I there? How drunk was I?"

Make a knowledge(local) check.

I'm an idiot. Thought Corvin had that skill, but apparently he doesn't. Any other options here?

You make your way down the dark street, led by Corvin. All is quiet. You come to the end of Wedge Stair which is a dead end. Corvin knows that it is vaguely straight ahead but your path is blocked by houses.

"Might could find an alleyway somewhere 'round here..."

Knowledge (local) or Perception?

Flavia rises from her crouch, holding the lantern high. "We were hired to find a Korvosan nobleman's son who disappeared several weeks ago from an inn here in town. We seem to be right behind him, but don't know where the prisoners were sent from here. Too bad... " She glances at Corvin and trails off. "But did you notice that guard had two holy symbols? One of Pharasma.. what is that other one? Does anybody know?"

"Too bad what?"

Corvin examines the dead guard, looking for anything familiar.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19
Knowledge (dungeoneering): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17 (Probably not relevant, but worth a shot.)

"I guess we really should get back to our rooms for tonight, and maybe send a note to the father saying we are on the trail. I guess we'll have to carry this guy back to his friends. I hope he's the right one. Is everyone fit to travel?"

"I'm hurt, but not by much. Don't really want to get out on them streets lookin' like this, though."

"The who what now?"

"If we stop to question him, that will give the other guards a lot of time to return. Can we move him somewhere?"

** spoiler omitted **

"If you can stop that guy from dying, maybe we can question him. I'd be surprised if he survived Corvin jumping on top of him like that."

Corvin pauses in his attempt to snap the dying man's neck, dropping him to the floor.

"Yeah, that would, be, uh, real smart, wouldn't it?"

"That was pretty amazing, though." She gives Corvin a smile. "And I want the daggers back once we get these guys safely home."

"Sure thing. ...thanks."

He keeps his eyes downcast, absently shaking blood from his hands.

"Dirty sons of b&&@~es shredded my gods-damned cloak."

Kneeling on the guard's chest, Corvin delivers a backhanded blow to the man's face, followed by a powerful pile-driver to the side of his head.

Spiked gauntlet: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6; Damage: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Spiked gauntlet: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16; Damage: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Corvin takes a flying leap from the roof, aiming directly for the fallen guard.

Bull rush: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23; damage: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 5) = 11

Do I still have to make an Acrobatics roll?