Dalgron's page

Guess I'm the resident newbie. I wasn't introduced until 2012!

Tarondor, what was required to get the Zurnzal's Foe boon? I thought we defeated Cetenna.

Thanks for the game, Tarondor.

"Aye, you heard my friends." Dalgron snatches the notes back from Karela with an annoying smile. "We'll need to give these to Tolal."

Dalgron pulls the two sheets of incriminating notes from his pack and hands them to Karela. "Here. I think you'll be quite interested in just what we found in that fort. It seems they were out to frame the Society."

"I'm afraid not, Zhatara. It seems I may have gotten a bit carried away. In my defense, she did punch pretty hard! Someone had to stop her."

"Anyway, let's get out of here and find Karela."

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Dalgron doesn't notice anything weird about the papers, but takes the incriminating documents with him anyway. "At least we now know why those fools back at the market called us Molthuni agents. They were trying to frame us and the Society. They even installed a fake Venture-Captain! We have to tell Karela."

Dalgron surveys the desks and map. "Hm... Is this a command center of sorts? But for what?" He looks for anything noteworthy in the desks or in the stacks of reports.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

Forgive my impatience, but I assume everyone is going to do this anyway. I trust no one will mind me rolling for them? And thank you again Jerrik.

CLW, self: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 full
CLW, Tekkannan: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
CLW, Tekkannan: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 full
CLW, Zhatara: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
CLW, Zhatara: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7 full

After everyone's healed up, Dalgron scouts towards the north.
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

Thank you Jerrik. Dalgron will request to be healed after the gravely injured Tekkannan is healed, of course.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Dalgron breathes deeply as Jerrik's wand cover him in positive energy, watching his wounds close up. "Thank you. Much better. Let's hope we don't see any more of those nasty badgers.. Or feral women.. In here.."

Bloodied Dalgron drops his guard and sighs, then gives the badger another stomp.

"Nice shot, Jerrik. Come, Tekkannan needs help. Does anyone have a potion or wand?"

Not seeing a clear path through, Dalgron resorts to his shurikens, tossing one at the badger from behind Tekkannan.

Shuriken, into melee, cover: 1d20 - 8 ⇒ (2) - 8 = -61d2 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Hah.. It was either that, or move through its square.

Dalgron grimaces in pain from the feral woman's hard punch, then tries to return a finishing blow.

Imp. Unarmed strike: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13
Reroll with my PC folio
Imp. Unarmed strike: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20
Dmg: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Luck's on our side today! I was concerned about getting mauled as well. I haven't GMed this scenario before but this dungeon seemed too empty to not have some badass BBEG at the end, and we've only got four PCs.
I think the total damage (unless she has DR?) should be 22, however? (8+5+3+6)

"Hmph, ya think yer gonna trip ME? Foolish woman!" Dalgron unleashes a pair of haymakers in her face.

Imp U. strike, false flanker?: 1d20 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (20) - 1 + 2 = 211d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Confirm, martial manuscript: 1d20 - 1 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (15) - 1 + 2 + 2 = 181d6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Imp U. strike, false flanker?: 1d20 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (20) - 1 + 2 = 211d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Confirm, martial manuscript: 1d20 - 1 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (18) - 1 + 2 + 2 = 211d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Just that kinda day :)

"Alright, friends. Let's make for that smelly room, then?" The dwarf says as he shuffles towards the room to the west.

Dalgron has a look at the weapon and armor racks.

Anything of value here?

I get the impression we're due for some combat shortly.. The place seems too empty.
I hope our party of four is able to handle it!

A look of disgust on his face as the decay assaults his senses, Dalgron says, "This place is too... Empty for comfort. Be ready for anything."

He then moves across the hallway to the larger room north of him as quietly as he can.

Stealth: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

Survival: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13

Dalgron carefully examines the ground. "Hmm, seems we've got animal prints here, belonging to badgers and weasels of varying sizes. Sounds like we won't leave this place hungry," he says with a grin on his face.

He then heads down the narrow corridor ahead and has a peek into the first entrance to his left.

Stealth: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

Dalgron tries to move lightly and take a peek around the corner to the south.
Stealth: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

Dalgron pulls a rope from his pack and ties the agent up. "Aspis, eh?" He spits onto the ground.

"I don't care how powerful your boss is, we'll handle it. Right, guys?" He pulls the rope tightly around the agent's ankles and hands. "I hope you enjoy lying helplessly in these ruins. Not to worry, we'll take you back to the proper authorities when we're finished here."

I'm for moving on to the next area at this point.

"Killer? Who is this killer, you speak of, elf? And who do you work for? Tell me, or get pummeled."

Intimidate, do I get some kind of bonus given the circumstances?: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (15) - 2 = 13

Dalgron releases the man from his grasp and pushes him to the ground, his foot planted firmly on his chest. "WHAT did you think you were doing? You nearly killed my friends, jerk! Who do you work for?!"

Dalgron winces slightly as the force missile impacts him, but laughs at the weak attempt to harm him. "Who you callin' a human, elf?!" He rushes five feet south and attempts to seize the man in his hands.

Imp. Grapple: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

Dalgron predictably punches the elvish woman again.

Continue grapple: 1d20 + 6 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 6 + 5 = 28
KO punch?: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 211d6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Did we lose Violet?

Dalgron continues his onslaught of thrown fists as he attempts another punch.

Continue grapple: 1d20 + 6 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 6 + 5 = 14
Knockout punch?: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 41d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8 Nope

"Tavrosiel, eh? Hey, Tavrosiel! Yer girlfriend's about to lose her nose!" Chivalrous Dalgron winds up another punch and swings at the ghostly woman. "This one's payback for blindin' my friends!"

Continue grapple: 1d20 + 6 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 6 + 5 = 16
Imp. unarmed strike: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 141d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Will save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

RNGesus be praised.

Dalgron covers his face with his forearm quickly and plugs his nose as the spray streams towards his face.

Continue grapple check: 1d20 + 6 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 6 + 5 = 12 Ooof. I assume that fails, so I don't get a punch.

"Argh!" Dalgron struggles to keep the elf ghost grappled, and shouts back at his companions, "This one's an illusion too, but there's sumthin' real underneath its ghost layer, and I got it tied up! Time to punch this witch's lights out!"

Will save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

Ignoring the illusions, Dalgron will try to move to the ghost lady and wrestle her into a grapple. "This stops now, witch!"

Imp grapple: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

Since I know they're illusions, can I now attempt to charge through?

Reflex: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

Dalgron quickly shakes the rope off, laughing at the ghost's tactics. "Ya damn fool! One does not simply tie up Davarn's Wrestling Champion!" He flexes his arms at the phantom.

I will tell everyone that as an immediate action, then.

Dalgron's dwarven accent comes on as the battle begins. "These phantoms aren't real! I dunnae which ones ya gotta hit, but some of 'em aren't really there..."

Dalgron looks on at the army of ghosts. Not knowing what else he can do, he steps forward and tries to punch the nearest ghost with both fists.

Imp unarmed strike: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (15) - 1 = 141d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Imp unarmed strike: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (9) - 3 = 61d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Will save if needed: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

Dalgron nods as he follows the group towards the front door, then prepares his fists as Zhatara launches her color spray.

Perception, any secret levers?: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

If not,
Dalgron thinks about charging the metal gate a few times, but doesn't think he can actually manage it given its apparent sturdiness. "No luck here, friends... Perhaps going for the fort is our only option. If they see us coming, leave it to me." He smacks his fist into his palm.

"Very well, but are you sure you don't want to come with us? You've investigated just as much as we have, perhaps you know things about this fort that we do not."

Sense Motive, is Guaril being forthcoming?: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

"Sounds exactly like something the infamous Guaril would say.." Dalgron mumbles to himself.

"I'm with Zhatara. Ursoss is up the river, according to this map, and I believe that one shopkeeper fellow, you know, the one who nearly got his lights punched out by yours truly, said something about the thieves coming from up the river."

Dalgron glances at the map. "Many people we've interviewed have told us about the marshes or the river as the source of the thieves. Since only Fealoss and Ursoss appear to be on wet ground, one of those must be the hideout. But which..." The dwarf holds his hand to his chin, trying to figure this one out.

Dalgron hovers behind Tekkannan's back, pretending he's being restrained from harming the two men. "Outta my way, Tek! Let me at 'em! They deserve what I like to call the Thousand Stings of Truth!" He growls as he throws punches into the air behind Tekkannan in an effort to amplify his performance.

Bluff: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (20) - 2 = 18

Apologies, Tarondor. I meant the archer/axeman.

If Violet's attack doesn't take him out,

Dalgron chuckles as he watches the preacher standing there, spaced out and unable to see anything. "That'all teach ya to f+$* with us, ya pansy!"

Imp unarmed strike, flank: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 171d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Imp unarmed strike, flank: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 91d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Seeing that the bowman is already weakened, Dalgron quickly rushes over to setup a flank and unleashes another punch at his already bloodied nose.

Imp unarmed strike, flank: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 81d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

With a grin on his face, Dalgron throws his fist out in front of the archer as he runs by. "Who's tha' pansy now?!"

Imp. unarmed strike: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 191d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Dalgron watches as the arrow skins Zhatara's arm. "Yer gonna regret tha'!" The dwarf dashes forward and kicks the man in the solar plexus, attempting to grab his head into a headlock.

Imp grapple, false flanker: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

Dalgron follows the group with his fists charged and ready to swing. Token moved