I'll put forth my rescued Rise of the Runelords Paladin Diamon Erlatt. Background and stats are in the profile.
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Fort save: Diamon felt his blood flow from that last, heroic, stupid charge of his. Even as he fell, he could feel the protective strength of the Earth keep him in this world. He could feel the flow of warm life essence ebb, but he was in no condition to fight. He could only hope his allies could finish what he started.
After recovering from the wave of nausea that passed over him, Diamon laid eyes on what was on the other side of the door. A huge living... thing, patched together from parts of the deceased. A sudden surge of anger gripped the Dwarf, his eyes seeming to flash with a pale gold light, as he bellowed a challenge at the monster and stormed in, flinging his polearm away for his deity's weapon; The Falchion. He slashed brutally across the creature's middle, then once more at its limbs, hewing several arms from its shambling corpse. Wrenching the weapon free, he leveled his gaze at the abomination, appearing as though he were ten feet tall and glaring down at the stitched-together creation. CHARGE!:
Standing in front of the boarded-up door, Diamon produces a crowbar for Korriban to use, while he draws his lucern hammer, using the hooked end to help pry and jimmy. "Nope. Savin' my last trick for when it's really needed. Not burnin' it on a boarded door."
Diamon, hearing the information relayed from Gadriel, sheathes his weapon and presses his hands together. Muttering a prayer to his fingertips as his hands are enveloped in a golden glow. He presses his palms to the wriggling body as the energy flows into it, eventually coming to a halt once more. Leaning back up, he turned, the bags under his eyes a little more pronounced and his eyes looking a bit more dim. "There, that outta do it. Collect it and let's keep movin'."
Perception: Diamon spits on the ground near Vreeg as they walk past, heading into the new room. He heard an occasional thumping sound, but couldn't quite tell where it was coming from. His Falchion sheathed once more, he couldn't find much else of interest in the room, opting to just stand at the entrance to the larger room. Keeping eyes open and staying on alert for the rest of his allies.
The Dwarf grunted and worked hand over hand to haul up the captured souls, glad to see that, for the most part, they were unharmed. NO doubt most were traumatized, but they were alive at least. He turned to Tiora and passed her the handle of the dagger he kept in his boot. "'ere, take this with ya, just in case. If anyone asks where ya got it, it was granted to you by Diamon, Paladin of Abadar." On the blade itself was the rough scratching of the god's symbol; A city before a huge vault door.
Hearing voices, Diamon quickly re-joins his stealthy compatriot, and sees the pit before him containing a few still-living prisoners. Wasting little time, he pulls the rope from his back, secures one end to whatever he can, wraps it then around himself, and throws the other end down into the pit. Leaning over, he says, "Tie yourselves t' that end and I'll haul ya up. We cleared out most of this place already, includin' that Derro prick you mentioned."
Sighing and shrugging his shoulders some, he says, "That's alright, Gadriel. Think I still got a bit o' healin' in me left. In case of an emergency." Falchion drawn once more, he takes up a position near the middle of the group along side Adoros, allowing Korriban to sneak ahead more easily. Perception:
Seeing the massive beast fall much faster than his flying counter-part, Diamon sheathed his weapon and watched Korriban pick over the room more carefully, turning up a few goodies for them. The Dwarf peered over the items carefully, having a sudden flash of insight as he identified each one. "Th' robe is easy enough. Necromancers tend t' favor Robes of Bones. Th' ring is a Ring of Protection +1. Always handy. Th' leather armor here is a +1 set of fine stuff. Seems suited for ya, Korriban. And th' wand.. THe Dwarf made a face at what was contained within the wand. "Ghoul Touch. Looks pretty full too."
Spellcraft:
The Dwarf is shoved back form the grotesque monster bursting through the door, dragging his hammer along with him. He grips the polearm more firmly and moves into position, taking a swing at the already wounded creature. But watching his hammer bounce off his mutated flab. Attack:
The dwarf braces himself against the door, hearing the rapid thumping of feet on the ground as the beast charges the door. It takes the hit rather well, and gives Diamon enough time to go and pick up his Lucern Hammer and take up his spot braced against the door again. While Adoros beside him, he reaches into his pack and drops the length of rope in it beside him. Signing to his teammate that he wants to stretch the rope across the doorway and trip the creature, then tie up his legs, if they need to escape.
Diamon, catching that the door was starting to open, and the sound of something big on the other side, bolts across the room. His Falchion flashing a dark green as he runs and hacks off a section of rock, slamming his shoulder into the door and shoving the carved wedged stone under the door. Keeping his armored bulk against the door for good measure. "Step it up with the cuttin' over there! Dunno how long this door'll keep shut!"
Good tap-dancing CHRIST that fight took forever. Wish I could throw my real dice just to help make things happen...
Diamon gives a triumphant shout as the blue bastard finally drops to the floor, seeing him clutching his chest. But he was able to see, through the adrenaline pumping through his veins, could see that the creature was still among the living. Drawing his Falchion, he stands over the repugnant creature and rests the sharp edge against his throat, saying to the rest of his group, "I take it we aren't lettin' this little creature live? He's bleedin' out, but still breathing. Think we could be useful to us in some way?" Perception:
With the blue, swear-happy creature much closer to the ground, Diamon takes up Korriban's suggestion and tries to tackle the thing to the floor. CMB:
I knew that about my weapon, but I wasn't sure if I could actually hit or not with it. I was under the impression that he was 5' too short to reach. And yes, it's a lucern hammer, but you can technically grapple with anything. The back half of that hammer is hooked so it could be used to trip someone. Or hook onto something. And either way, I haven't be able to hit the bastard this whole time, even if I knew I could reach him from the ground. My dice rolls have been garbage.
Diamon, frustrated and angry that they can't land a single blow on this blue monster, and seeing that his allies were nearly as helpless as himself to do anything significant as they slowly bleed them to death, let loose a bellowing roar of frustration, and flung his polearm at the flying creature like a spear. Aiming the iron-tipped end directly for his throat. Attack:
Essentially. I was hoping to have the hook on my Bec De Corbin grab some part of the little bastard. Then either start pulling him down to earth, or climbing my polearm to start stabbing him in the face with the dagger I keep in my boot.
After tossing aside his rope for now, Diamon was plotting how to reach this rude little creature floating so high above them. Another brave wave hit him, causing him to call out, "Oi Adoros! Gimme a leg up!" He motioned with his arms to have the Cavalier fling him up towards the flying figure, waiting for him to brace himself before running towards him, polearm drawn, and leaving the earth. Bringing that longer weapon to bear and hoping he could at least latch onto the repugnant creature. Acrobatics:
Hey DM? I wanna run up the wall and kick off it. How good of an Acro check would I need to reach this flying chucklehead?
Crap! I can't get a good die roll to save my life! Board dice are really pouring their hate into my rolls...
The Dwarf winced as the ray hit him in a weak point in his armor, feeling his skin burn badly from the ray. His retort was to heave the lasso skyward, and snap it taught around the waist of the taunting blue bastard, and start hauling him back down to earth. Not saying anything, but letting his wild smile do all the talking for him.
The Dwarf could feel the bow shaking some in his grasp, as well as seeing Korriban having trouble hitting the taunting blue figure floating so high above them. Suddenly, he had a brain-wave; Instead of using arrows to bring their foe down to earth, he'd use a much older method of doing so. Dropping his bow, he reached into his Haversack and produced a length of silk rope. He quickly tied himself a lasso and began twirling it in his hand, smirking up at the repugnant figure flying above them.
Also still here. Just hanging back as I mentioned before, given Diamon's in heavy armor. Also, had a much cooler idea of attempting Acrobatics to wall run and leap onto the blue bastard, but I rolled abominably poor. So out comes the bow and arrow.
The Dwarf Stonelord was the first to enter the room, making a wrenching sound at the stench coming off the body as he did so. He'd opted to stay back while the more stealthy members of his group investigated the hidden tunnel; Diamon didn't do quiet very well. Upon seeing one of those blue devils again however, and seeing it fly up into the air, he drew his longbow and notched an arrow, leveling it at the flying creature. "Ah'm feelin' generous, so I'll give ya two options: Come down and fight proper, or I'll jus' weigh ya down with arrows."
Diamon's just gonna keep still at the doorway to the secret hall. Don't wanna tempt fate with a crappy Stealth check in heavy armor. He'll just wait for a signal from the rest of the group before he joins them.
The Dwarf pauses at Korriban stopped him, pocketing the items for the moment and says, "Fine. Go ahead an' take a peek. If we don't find anything, I'll seal it up. And I'm no fool, Korriban. I've visited a few crypts and tombs, but my father was a smith and a soldier. He taught me enough to know that boarded doors means survivors, a last stand, or a cage."
"It's been my experience tha' doors boarded up are done so for a reason. I say we head west. But first..." Diamon walks over to the table of alchemical tools and selects a wedge, normally used for chiseling runes and the like into wood and stone, and a heavily worn pestle. He walks over to the hidden door, saying as he lines the file up with the small crack, "I'm guessin' this is like th' other hidden passages we've come across. An' like them, I'm gonna jam 'em shut. If no one has any objections." If no one does: Diamon will smash the wedge and pestle into the door crack. One with a swift boot kick, and th eother with a more direct smash from his Bec De Corbin.
Watching the creature drop, Diamon sheathed his weapon and commented, "Sorry folks. I ain't on t' try and kill somethin' that ain't a clear threat. His allies attacked us, sure. But this one didn't. Looked more panicked than anything." Seeing that the creature was still breathing, he added his two cents as to what to do with it. "Wouldn't hurt t' take 'im to Kroft. Could maybe get a Mage or Cleric t' speak t' it. Hear they got the mean t' talk with anythin' intelligent."
The Dwarf shakes his head, looking to the rest of the group. "Dunno about the rest of you, but I can't understand a word. I say, we just knock it out. It's not directly a threat, but I don't want it runnin' off and gettin' somethin' that CAN fight us." With that, Diamon will rush forward and smash the broad side of his Falchion into the creature's temple, trying to put it down without killing it. Charge w/Power Attack:
Leading the group with sword grasped in one hand, he went in after Korriban gave the all clear for this new room. He scrunched his face at the rank odor coming from this place, his eyes landing on a similar blue humanoid babbling at them. He reflexively grasped his Falchion in both hands, but didn't advance on the scared-looking creature. He couldn't bring himself to go after a creature that didn't present a clear threat. Diamon intently studied the babbling humanoid, trying to deduce whether or not he should outright kill it Sense Motive:
Diamon shakes his head. "No clue. I imagine the Chief would be content with somethin' t' bury, rather than wonder where his son's body is out in th' world. As gruesome as it be, we should collect what we can, and allow the remains t' be properly laid t' rest."
The Dwarf scowls deeply at Korriban, his bearded face making the clear anger and disgust at what his comrade was doing all the more clear. He didn't move or speak a word, his off-hand clenched tight, looking torn between berating the rogue with words or hammer blows.
"Aye, I'm alright." He comments as he picks himself up and yanked out his Falchion before it could be lost under the beast's layers. Cleaning it off and giving himself a once over, feeling pretty roughed up after having put the squeeze on him. He was searching the creature's remnants when he noticed Korriban take one for the team and head deeper into the muck. He gives him a reassuring wet pat on his shoulder and said, "Don't worry. When we 'ead topside, I got some Holy Water for ya to get th' stink off but good."
The Dwarf grunts as he tries to keep himself from being eaten from the giant, wretched beast, keeping a death grip on his weapon even as he feels life start to fade from his body. He felt a wave of warmth pass over him, keeping him in this world for a little longer. Renewed, he swings his falchion around and attempts to cut himself free from the Otyugh, landing back on solid ground and shoring his health up further. "I ain't about t' die t' a beast as hideous as this one just yet!" Attack:
Even as careful as he went, Diamon never practiced his stealth too intently. Upon spying the thing making the noise and speaking, he drew his Falchion and let out a bark of a laugh as it slipped and fell with a wet 'splat'. "Bwaha! And 'ere I was worried about a threat!" He moved in quickly to take advantage of this large opening, swinging his large blade. Attack:
Coming up empty-handed, Diamon soon caught wind of what everyone else was making faces over. He made a retching face as well, but stopped when he heard a voice coming form the foul-smelling cave. "Hang on. I'm.. hearin' a voice from, whatever's causin' that awful stink. One I can understand, too. I think we should check it out. I don't like the idea that I'm hearin' somethin' down there, eatin' bits of others and talkin' to isself."
Lay On Hands:
Diamon lets out a long sigh, cleaning his hammer and stowing it away for the moment. He clasps his hands together, his hands radiating a warm, amber glow instead of the typical bright white of normal Paladins. He breathed deep as he healed his wounds, deciding to join Korriban in searching the room. "Talk about a fight bein' a wash. Feel ridiculous lettin' m'self get bit like that. And then the scaly bastards where harder t' hit than shadows!" He continued to mutter to himself as he searched.
Attack:
Diamon brings his polearm to bear once more, intently focusing his frustration and rage into something more focused. His hammer glows a dark, jade color before swinging it around and smashing it heavily into the body of the last snake that had harangued them for this long. At the mention of healing, the Dwarf shook his head and barked back, "I'm covered!"
Attack:
Diamon, taking a moment to catch his breath and channel his anger into something more focused, steadies his breathing as his polearm becomes unnaturally steady. His eyes opening, flashing with a gold energy, he swung the weapon around and brought the hammer down with controlled rage on the vile red serpent.
Diamon takes another clumsy swing at the snake, still struggling to regain full control of his limbs. Attack:
Diamon finally starts to feel sensation in his limbs again, and feels his voice returning. A slow, building roar grows louder and louder the more he regains control, leaving the cavern walls echoing with his call to action. Grasping his polearm tight, he strides forward and brings it down with the full righteous fury of a Stonelord, intent on crushing the green serpent into dust. Attack:
Thanks for the CMW Gadriel!
Diamon is unable to react to eh spray of the skull-like things on the walls around around them, swearing loudly in Dwarven as he's coated in some awful muck. Already planning to move on and smash those skulls, he's stopped when he feels his body quickly seizing up and not responding to his commands. Which resulted in more swearing from inside his own mind.
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