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I make a rude gesture in the creatures direction. (no ranged attack)

Initiative: 1+2 = 3

Anyone who looks at Dahak sees the fire light reflecting in his eyes like the sparkle of a child's on christmas morn. If hammered iron and polished mithril would fllex, his grin would stretch ear to ear.

I answer the captain excitedly, "Dragon!"

Then move to the rail, ready to jump to the ground as soon as it is reasonably safe to do so. (if there is a rope, I will use that to stretch reasonable yet further, but either way, I am willing to risk up to 2d6 of damage to be the first on the ground)

Seemingly sullen and withdrawn for most of the trip, I don't begin to comprehend the loss of one of my companions, nor the illness of the other. Instead I simply stare into the infinite distance of the stars, watching the sky for dragonsign, and continue the laborius work of inticately carving my own mithril flesh.

When the female presents herself to the group, I approach her, and with head tilted to one side, and ask, "Has Lady Blume perhaps met the dragon, Zeranthex?"

Dahak spent much of the trip studying how the 'meatbags' communicate with eachother, and this is an effort to seem more polite.

Dahak find mor people ask if they see Zeranthex

Dahak smash people not answer fast enough

Sorry for taking so long to post the letter. I will get it posted as soon as I figure out what it's supposed to say. Dahak, what other warforged? Your the only one. Jed and Ashur should level up also. Thanks for the patience guys.

That was the funny...

One of the other Warfoged can use the battlefist... though +2 vicious adamantine is scary

I insist on turning the furs over to the authorities, as both the appropriate thing to do, and as recompense for our previous misunderstanding. (By our I mean my)

Otherwise, I will spend the trip in near silent contemplation, always standing in very odd, but out of the way, places. Such as on the rail, or on the roof of any deck building, etc.

When I do speak, it is almost exclusively to ask the crew of Zeranthex, or to probe the arcane mysteries from those around me.

I also use the time to increase the carvings on myself.

Leveling up:
+11 hp (8+3)
1 rank: Knowledge Arcane
and i pick up DR 1/- to complement my 2/adamantine

"... Cast spell at door, not near door ..."

My eyes would seem glazed if i had the capacity

"I am in a cave, there is a dead hydra near by, there is neither a door nor ajar here."

..."The moral of the story is, 'never trust anything you can eat'..."

"...Cast a spell, one of you..."

"Magic in bags?"

I begin dupming any contents out of the bags, and rooting through.

"More Barsh?" I ask, raising an imaginary eyebrow.

**Boggle**

*sighs at the warforged's antics* "Could we not simply have checked first to see if there was a lock. Oh, well, it's open now... Let us try at least to be more wary and quieter in this new place, bashing down doors is hardly either."

"Have you some malady, you seem to be leaking air."

"And what is a lock? And why should we be quiet?"

"Barsh?"

I wander over to the indicated door, and hit it with a maxed out power attack.

AC 16, 24 damage

Assuming the door shows signs of damage, "BARSH!!!" I yell happily, and continue thumping on the door until it is no more.

"This not dragon... me go look for dragon..."

I wander further into the cave

When my rage subsides:

"That one is in need of reassembly," Indicating the ninja. Meanwhile I seem oblivious to the small trail of bubbling oil being left in my own wake.

You forgot to mention the singing

<in draconic>I've been smashing little hydra heads, all the rage duration long... I've been smashing little hydra heads, hope someone with fire comes along...</draconic>

Continuing in a rage, I proceed to smash each head into pulp...

Somewhere along the line, I start singing the dragon worshiping equivalent of 'I've been working on the railroad' in Draconic

I continue trying to work my way around behind the creature, as though I am going to make it to a flanking position, then I continue to beat the beast mindlessly.

Again a full power attack, action point on first attack

While Raging, Dahak Full Attacks, hitting AC 21, doing 20 damage. Then he attacks again, hitting AC 17, doing 13 damage.

Dahak is now at 43 hp (Double check my math)

43 natural remain, but 55 because of raging

Um no it isn't, my previous action was an AoO

Free action, 5' step left
Free action, Rage
Full attack, full power attack and an action point on the first attack:

While Raging, Dahak Full Attacks, hitting AC 20, doing 27 damage. Then he attacks again, hitting AC 15, doing 12 damage.

None to bright, but I plan on beating it into submission

Got real excited by the natural 20 to hit, then rolled a 2 to confirm

I am not sure I can rage on an AoO, if I can add +2 to hit and +3 damage

"Abomination!!!"

My flail comes arcing down with all the anger and power I can put behind the swing.

To hit: 20 + 10 - 6 (power attack) = 24
Damage = 4 + 5 + 12 (power attack) = 21

Init = 3+2 = 5

as you can see, Laucian's view of the war forged has just dropped considerably. But he still has a good amount of respect for him

Give me a few more posts, you will find him just shy of reprehensible. The concept is basically one of the 'followers' from Life of Brian... "He has given us his gourd!"

"We are still here, li'l' one, the lady invoker has robbed the world of our image, but not our form. Lead on, we will follow."

"Mohirro! Dunna."

Draconic

I trot to follow the 'child' out of the room. With magic like that, who needs to listen to sir fancy garb.

By the way, I seem to be leaking a viscous ichor from several rend in my iron hide, in case someone wants to, I don't know, patch a leak or two with a repair spell.

"We were instructed 'don't try to leave town' by the pompous one outside, and their thunder wands are nigh frigtening. Do you think it is wise to agitate them yet more?"

Then turning to the halfling, "Tell me more of this dragon child, all that you know." I hand over 3 of the platinum pieces, not realizing the difference between platinum and silver.

Almost inperceptibly, my eyes fixate on the horizon unseen through the walls, "Master Zeranthex, with these coins I found my contribution to your new horde, with it you will grow strong, and through strenght defeat your enemies..."

Myrkar arrives, and speaks.

"If the dragon this child speaks of is Zeranthex, there will be no bounty horde, if it is not, there will be no mercy," I respond, crystaline eyes flickering as though narrowing.

"Ah, yes, coins, Zeranthex spent a great deal of time speaking of coins and treasure. Apparently he lost a great deal to his enemies...

Sense Motive - 19+0=19

"...Much as you seem to have lost your ability to count. The bag weighed more than thrice this much. If you offer half it would be wise to give me half."

I take a half step forward, the links of chain on my heavy flail jangling against each other as one hand sweeps to the hilt.

Intimidate - 17+9 = 26

Rolled a 19+1=20, so I dound the coins, but don't really know what they are...

"I am sorry child, you seem confused, I seek not any dragon, but the Lord Zeranthex. Would you know if this dragon in the hills is he?"

"I am quite confused, Zeranthex never told me of dreams... you describe them as some sort of scrying. I witnessed Zeranthex scrying on his enemies, but I did not understand..."

If I had eyebrows, one would be cocked as I ask "What is a dream?"

Saving time & Space

{Draconic}What do you know of Zeranthex? Who are you? Do you know where to find the Dragon Lord? Tell me everything you know?{/Draconic}

I am giddy, but cautious. Sense Motive -

I breifly attempt to engage the Shield Guardian in conversation, I assume it does not work.

Otherwise, I step back inside, out of the rain.

"Sirrah, would you care to tell me if mayhap you would know the current location of the Wyrm Lord Zeranthex?"

One track minds are fun

"Moblo nih honoil jt..."

Draconic

"I am Dahak, servant of the dragon Lord Zeranthex. I was merely a road weary traveler when these--" I motion with one hand, indicating the dead 'gang' members, "--brigands came in. I was called on by honor and order to help those in need. I justly assumed that it was the innkeeper being accosted, and strove to protect he who had welcomed me in to share his fire."

As I speak, my other hand slowly moves to hang my flail from a small hook on my side.

Revan Del Rey wrote:

Jedediah Sparks wrote:

Don't worry, I have something planned. if you're thinking what I think you're thinking, what you think I'm thinking would be moronic. Cheers.

Ah, but see, we know that you know what we think you think we think you're thinking we're thinking.

Therefore, obviously, we are going to intentionally let you think that, so that you won't think about what we're really thinking about thinking!

You think?

Personally, I never touch the stuff...

Vissigoth wrote:

Why! Why! Why! Why do you do this to me?

The silver armored man shouts, "In the name of the Baron of Southshire and the Lord Mayor of Danport, I command you to throw your weapons to the floor and surrender NOW!" as he and the rest of the gaurds reload their weapons.

"I am the TRUE LAW! The WORD of GOD himself, you hear? And a TRUE lawman NEVER LETS GO OF HIS WEAPONS!"

Um, sorry, what was that Vissigoth, didn't hear you, something about you running the game? what game?

The lancing light of illumination finally criticals the grim iron clad darkness of my ignorance, shaking my assumptions so soundly as to shake loose the shackles of unbridled rage. Deftly, I flip my heavy mace through the air, catching hold of the short chain 'tail' hanging from the bottom, rendering the wearpon useless, but as near to the ground as I intend for it to get. Staring deeply into the speaker's eyes, my mind wrestles with the weight of the revelation he has just poured into my being.

Finally I speak.

"Gehn?"

Draconic
[spoiler]"Huh?"{/spoiler]

Assuming I made it to attack range, I use a 5' step to back away

Reflex 13+5 - YAY half damage, no alignment damage, and the fire damage doesn't clear my resistance... I only take 13

Oh certainly, not one of my wisest moves... but given that I am a ragiang barbarian, and these people have an announced association with the "brigands" I am about to get blown to bits for a misunderstanding...

but at least I am doing it in character...

sheesh

My most abject and humblest of apologies... sometimes acting in character sucks...

Maroooooooooooooooooooo!!!!

Draconic

I charge the 45' between me and the new leader... Whoever this man is, he is in colusion with the brigands who started the trouble in this place.

Full attack: Charge HS
Attack roll: 13+12 normal +2 charging +6 action point - 6 power attack = 27
Damage if applicable: 5 + 7 strength + 1 enhancement +12 power attack = 25

NOTE: The charge should cause another round of 'fear' checks for everyone... you know, in case the musket guys are prone to rolling ones

Dragonmann wrote:

DM Vissigoth wrote:

Dahak's flail slams into the two gang members. You can use your slam attack as an off-hand attack (was that what you were trying to do?).

Revan's turn.

Well the heavy flail is two-handed, so it is using it as a "natural" attack at a -5 to hit, as if i had claws or a bite... You can allow it or not based on me using a two hander

No. You can't use an off-hand attack when your using a two-handed weapon.

No problem... never sure how all that stuff works, not like i need an extra d4 damage...

I jump up from my chair and trot over to my marker coin...

***ROAR***

Free-5ft step to threaten both G3 and G4
Full round: Full Attack: (still raging)
Attack G3: Attack 16+12=28 assuming it hits :: damage 4 + 7 =11
Attack G4: Attack 10+7=17 if it hits :: damage 9 + 7 = 16

If you allow it: Natural Slam on G3:
Attack: 11+6 = 17 if it hits :: damage 3+2 = 5

I glance around, pull a coin from my purse and drop it on the ground as a marker of my current location. Then I find a seat and rest my aching iron arse...