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Congrats! kill them bad guys!

Excited to see the results. Good luck all!

@DM, thanks for catching that. Adjusted.

I'd like to present Dagbur, a straight up barbarian. He's loyal, fearless, internally sad, but externally positive to a fault. He's not the noble and proud barbarian from the lands to the north, but was found on the Mediogalti islands, and is much more animalistic and wild. He's great to have around when things get physical, just might need to be pointed in the right direction sometimes. :)

Hey GM, would you mind closing this campaign? In the campaign thread is a checkbox only available to the creator (you). Its minor but would clean up my campaigns slightly. Thanks! :)

What huh? Someone say my name?

Dagbur finds a piece of paper and grabs a quill in a meaty hand...

StrongestMan@IluvBarbs.com (that may or may not be legit)

**Stands up from computer, goes to kitchen, packages some delicious swedish fish, wraps it in a bow, pays outrageous shipping prices, drops it off at the ups store, and returns to computer**

It's in the mail.

I want to continue. Oh, and 1d20 ⇒ 6

Watching the others respond to Abrus Valsin, and noting Rutilus moving to hide behind him, but not drawing attention to the small man, the barbarian returns his attention to the conversation, and rolls his eyes and murmurs, mostly to himself, "Everyone say what Dagbur already say."

For the record, I was really, REALLY excited to see what Rutilus did from the rooftops. I'm positive it was epic-ness in the making.

Dagbur decides he needs to speak up ,"We went, we got, and we killed bad guys. What you need all this stuff for again?"

Tempting! But heck no

The barbarian lets the anger fade slowly, his whole bearing slumping in exhaustion. He leans against the alley wall, responding in a tired and somewhat pained voice, "Dagbur strong, sneaky sword get lucky poke!" As if to punctuate his point he kicked the nearest loose blade down the alley, not remember or caring if it was the blade which actually cut him or not. "Dagbur ready to go."

Bluff: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (5) - 1 = 4

We probably should, Dagbur wouldn't worry himself about it though...

You talking about the Haraldir fellow? It has been awhile since I've seen him.

Dagbur nods his assent and follows the others out, but anyone watching would see his eyes get a faraway look, and a positively evil smile comes over his features as the strangest idea comes to his mind.

"Ahoka isika mandeha!" Dagbur exclaims excitedly, then looks around for a moment in embarrassment, "Uhh, I mean, 'Let's go!'"

Dagbur watches closely as Rutilus disarms the trap, inserts the key and opens it up, fidgeting slightly in excitement.

If/when Rutilus climbs up, Dabur stands up and moves slowly and carefully over towards the high key.

Strength: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23; Acrobatics?: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

Dagbur's grip tightens on his sword when the pulley system begins to move, relaxing only when things have gone still again. He looks up at the small golden key, and down at the scepter, giving a slow whistle. With a smile, "Shiney! Who wants boost? Someone steady climber on my shoulders?"

Dagbur goes to the nearest wall, and crouches down, hoping someone will clamber onto his shoulders, with someone steadying that person, and then they can move to the hanging key and cut it down.

I second that guess, I texted him yesterday and have yet to hear back from him. I do know the fires are no longer a danger to homes in his area... so it must be something else.

After giving a very innocent look and shrug Wibeke's way, as if to say, 'What?' Dagbur tries to watch what the others are doing, and not get in the way at the same time. He's not a great multi-tasker.

Nice roll!

Dagbur's smile is bigger than ever, skin red from the bleach, "That was great... and now we have key! he seems quite pleased and proud of himself.

13/14 hp
11/14 non-lethal

Dagbur grins hugely and whips his enormous sword off his back. "Dagbur can do it!" He readies to swing, muscles bunched, a big smile on his face now that there's something to smash finally. Allowing a chance for someone to stop him if they'd like. If they don't, Damage on jar: 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (5, 2) + 6 = 13

Dagbur had been standing tall observing things, but his hand was running up and down his armor slowly, his eyes lost in though. At Lauranna's advice the barbarian starts, putting that same hand behind his back a little guiltily. He squints at her a bit, wondering -not for the first time- if she has telepathic powers.

Dagbur looks back as the door is locked behind them, sighing heavily, and gives the door a tug. Finding it truly locked he puts a little muscle into it, just to give it a fair try. Str (pulling on door): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10 When that fails (as it probably will) He turns and surveys the objects in the room, but not getting too close. "Um, do we break these open?" Dagbur looks a little lost.

Dagbur listens with half an ear, bored of the old mans rambling, but perks up as they're shown out. He didn't appreciate the old man ignoring Lauranna, but old people can be so dumb sometimes. The barbarian does understand the need to find a map in the basement. This should be easy he thinks to himself as they enter the large wooden door.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

Dagbur smiles, eyes almost as greedy, as the bag of gold is handed over. Catching Ser Jec's comment, he nods. "Come. We go."

Not as a group, I don't think so.

"Haha! Smart box moving Wibeke. Dagbur peers into the crate with the others, taking the mahogany box and storing it in his pack if no one objects. "This look like little box, these other things good?" Dagbur shows interest in the acid flask, a bag of powder and one set of dice. "We go now?"

Happy Birthday!

Dagbur eyes the whole operation, impressed at the others for figuring all these things out! He does intuit enough to realize someone's going to have to attach the crane to the box, and pulls a rope from his pack. [b]"Whoever goes to box, tie this around you, like this. I'll hold other end."[b] Dagbur pantomimes tying the rope around his waist and after whoever does tie him/herself off, ties the other end of the rope to a support beam and takes ahold of the rope somewhere in the middle, giving enough slack to the person tying off the box to move unhindered.

Hate to be a stickler, but Roguehurling is clearly more appropriate

For the record, that was awesome

"This is gonna be good." Dagbur says without malice, really quite excited for what they're about to attempt. He also waits for any instructions if someone needs him to do anything.

Dagbur looks over, "Rustilus, I think this be the job for you."

Secrety pullies in the ceiling of a warehouse storing precious goods and cargo? A storehouse in which the floor may fall apart at any moment? I thought that warning was to keep the horse out of here. **as Dagbur plunges into the frigid ocean** :)

Dagbur just scoffs, still sure the man must be kidding, as he can't conceive of how else the boxes got here unless strong, heavy men were here already.

"All these boxes, and you worried about our weight?" Dagbur laughs, "How you think boxes get here? Walk in themselves? Har har har, you friends so funny!" He is sure you just made a great joke. He moves towards some of the crates while looking around, "Let us see what we find!" Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Others, make perception check before entering, we should have that key! Please.

Seeing the doors swing open, Dagbur shrugs, trying to act unimpressed, and heads inside, sword ready.

Dagbur made his perception check. By his lack of finding it, I'm assuming that didnt' find it :)

The barbarian deflates a little, relaxing his stance and sighing forlornly, "Talky talky talky, old lady and little imp; sneaky sneaky sneaky, Wibeke the only one get to hit anything around here!" the large man complains. But he does step aside to take a more noise-friendly entrance.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

Dagbur walks up to the doors with the others, "There be another man in here, maybe?" He draws his sword, and tries the front door, finding it locked. He looks at the others with confidence, "Dagbur can open!" and spits into his hands, rubbing them together and takes ahold of the greatsword in a firm grip, widening his stance and taking aim at the door. It is clear what his intentions are to the rest of the group.

Giving an opportunity to stop him to the others, :)

I think we gotta get to the warehouse before you can search it, unless you were just planning ahead :)

On the way over
Dagbur's neck hairs lift slightly, "We be watched." and peers around curiously.

The Shop
The thought of a warehouse of goods to look through starts a light burning in Dagbur's eyes, "We should help find crate, seems big important!"

Dagbur nods, resigned, and tries to wave to the Imp as they depart.

Arriving at the Curio shop:

Sense Motive: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (19) - 1 = 18

EDIT: GO Dagbur! Possibly the best sensing of motives he'll ever do.

Dagbur takes the box and stows it, feeling quite sad for the little imp. As they speak to the Paracountess, "Lady, you let little imp go with me? He not seem to like being slave." Dagbur looks at her, hope in his eyes. Also, after a moments reflection, he takes the box back out, holding it high in one hand, "Lady, what this box do?"