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"You would."

Damrang smiles indulgently at the gnome.

"Well then, let's see what this 'music' is like."

"I don't know about you Vhailor but I don't think this noise is better than muskets, and you know what I think of muskets."

I will be hosting a 4th of July party today and attending PaizoCon this week(end), so my posting will be spotty.

Damrang swallows sickly, turning slightly pale before going back to his drink.

"Yes, much of the world. Freedom is wonderful."

Freedom I may never know again. Stuck down here like this poor bastard, fading to nothing.

Damrang stays behind with Vhailor. Although he is uneasy in these surroundings he is also loathe to leave one of their number alone.

"What is the best kind of dangerous then?"

The kind that isn't a danger to you?

Damrang chuckles.

"That'll start them off on the right foot Vhail."

Looking into his empty pint glass, Damrang casts about for the barkeep.

"Another tankard of" warm moose urine "your fine ale please."

I've thought about it but I'd want to make sure I have enough material to keep people interested, and the time to do it.

Any Iron Kingdoms fans in the audience?

I run the local league for Hordes/Warmachine as well as the tournaments, and I'm going to be firing up my IK RPG when they release the new edition.

"Ale for me as well."

Best get on with it.

Damrang leaves most of his gear and armor in their dwelling, however his waraxe and thieves tools remain on his person.

"Sure Vhailor, this looks fine."

Damrang sighs at this explanation.

"I was raised to hate all of this, and now my town is held captive by the enemies of the people I am forced to work for. You'll understand if it's a bit much. Let us see to our quarters and then explore this district."

"My blood? This foul device is powered by my blood?"

Little matter, they already have my soul.

Like a man defeated, Damrang jabs the device into his palm before throwing it in his pouch.

"I stay for now. Once I have the strength to rescue my home from those who have captured it I will leave."

Damrang says nothing, still in shock that his life has ended so quickly.

I'll never see my parents again will I?

Damrang grunts, too weary to object.

They're no better than these others we just killed.

Heading out of town for a Con, will be back Sunday.

In theory the Flameslingers might be in control of the town now if Obadiah blew the whistle on them, assuming he even made it there. Nobody there would really have the power to stop them taking over.

Yeah, some new gear is in order for Damrang as well. His primary goal will be Iadenveigh, although I'm picturing a Fallout I style ending for Damrang on that front.

Ranger Level 3

HP: 1d10 ⇒ 8 + 3 (Favored Class and Con) = 11

+1 BAB

+1 Disable Device, K. Nature, Perception, Stealth, Survival, K. Dungeoneering

+1 Will

Favored Terrain: Plains

Feat: Toughness

"These zombies will no longer threaten Iadenveigh, but we must not ensure Obadiah completed his mission and warned them about the mercenaries. I still owe these scum a few more deaths."

I'll finish my level up tonight, I'll be taking another level of Ranger.

The wife and I will be heading out of town for a family bbq in Sioux Falls, posting will be spotty until Sunday, GMPC as necessary.

Damrang grunts.

"We almost ready? Can't imagine we have much time. Of course if that elevator is the only other way in besides that door we may be ok. Assume we're gonna check it?"

"I accounted for the zombies, Salvin took care of the hyena, necromancer, and Vhailor. The necromancer near had us."

Damrang quickly loots the corpses after potions are consumed.

Damrang spits on the zombies before limping to Salvin, dragging Odol as he goes.

"Have we healing?"

Gazing down on the necromancer.

"Should take his head quick and get out of here before he's missed."

Round 10

Dwarven Waraxe Power Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 61d10 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

Round 9

Damrang spits out a tooth before swinging his axe with grim fatalism at the zombie that hit him.

Dwarven Waraxe Power Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 91d10 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

Round 8

Desperate to save Odol and unaware just how doomed he his, Damrang steps to the next zombie and swings.

Dwarven Waraxe Power Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 191d10 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Round 7

Seeing the zombie is resistant to his dorn-dergar and having little other choice Damrang drops his weapon, draws his axe and steps forward to the first zombie.

Dwarven Waraxe Power Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 141d10 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

Round 6

Damrang hesitates when he hears the necromancer give his orders, but upon seeing Vhailor attack he moves towards the zombies.

Move 20' and attack a zombie within 10' if I can.
Dwarven dorn-dergar Power Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 221d10 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11

Round 5

Damrang runs after Vhailor, wasting no breath in catching up.

Run to H8

Round 4

With a steady hand that fails to betray his fear, Damrang moves over Salvin while uncorking a potion. Pouring it down the paladin's throat, he waits for signs of life.

Potion of CMW: 2d8 + 3 ⇒ (7, 1) + 3 = 11

Round 3

"Salvin!"

Damrang calls out in anguish before attempting to down the hyena.
Dorn-dergar @ Hyena
1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 121d10 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12

sigh

Round 2

Damrang swings again at the jackal.

"Stop him!"

Dorn-dergar @ Hyena
1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 121d10 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11

Sorry about that, I forgot to mention it and should've. Since I was confused and thought we were on a lift I was assuming I'd land between Gregory and the hyena, which is why I didn't bother to note the square.

Ah, thank you for the clarification. Also, I have 10' reach so I should be able to avoid the AoO.

Round 1

Damrang will jump off the lift and attack the large hyena.

Acrobatics 1d20 - 6 ⇒ (20) - 6 = 14 to avoid damage.

Dorn-dergar @ Hyena
1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 71d10 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11

Maybe be better to have me in front searching for traps at some point, but I find it unlikely they've trapped stairs they need to use every day.

"It was close Salvin, I'm not really built for covering long distances quickly."

"I'm still sore myself, those arrows had a power to them."

"Well done. That was a painful experience. Gregory are you ok?"

Damrang takes stock of the situation before helping strip the half-orcs.

Round 5

Spitting out wood fragments, Damrang leaps to his feet and attempts to down his opponent.

Stand and hit him again.
1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 171d10 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11

Round 4

Enginhouse, much appreciated.

Damrang spits at the half orc and swings again.

Dwarven dorn-dergar +6 Power Attack
1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 221d10 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11

Round 3

Damrang moves forward, spitting blood before attempting to end the half-orc threat.

20' to M9
Dwarven dorn-dergar +6 Power Attack
1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 221d10 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10

Looking at my stat block I realize I made a bad error. I'm updating it now to fix this problem, but my AC should only be listed as 15, since I had my Dorn-dergar out not my waraxe/shield combo. I'll take two more arrows and may not be standing to make this attack.

Round 2 Init 14

"You boys should meet a preacher I know."

Damrang continues to hustle towards the enemy.

Double move to J10.

Round 1 Init 14

"Half-orcs, 2, bows."

Damrang moves forward after calling this warning up the ladder, moving a full 40 feet while drawing his dorn-dergar.

Double move to J6.

"I'll go first, I can see in the dark and take a hit or two if necessary."

Damrang stows his weapons and climbs down the ladder, keeping his eyes open for traps and trouble.

Perception 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

I can mostly see, will be bac up to full posting soon.

"I'll take the tobacco as well, that's probably worth some money and will help down the line. We should travel light, the potions, scrolls, keys, and spell books make sense, no time for the weapons and armor."

Damrang fits the potion in hit belt and then prepares to descend.

"Anybody else hurt before we go farther?"

My posting will be a little off/on starting tomorrow afternoon, I'm going in for elective eye surgery and while I'm sure the painkillers will have me feeling smurfy I won't be allowed to strain my eyes for a few days.

Round 5 was checking on Vhailor, once I've established he's stable I'll head towards the remaining combat.

Seeing Vhailor safe, Damrang begins hauling his weapons closer to the action, not trusting his aim in the chaotic melee.

Round 4

Damrang heads back to Vhailor.

Must make sure the little one is alive!

Apologies, missed that it was round 4.

Round 5

Vaulting the barricade, Damrang checks on his fallen companion.

Heal 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11