"Dirty" Harry Calahan's page

im cool with whatever, but i would like to do more than sleep...

coughs pathetically...

im already at a -6 strength. with a str of only 9, im kind of almost dead here

1d20 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 4 - 2 = 4

and im gone...

fort save not aware of the dc: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

1d100 ⇒ 9

Holding his breath, harry drops his shoulder and rushes towards the first exit he sees, an open window. running and dodging around scared patrons, he leaps for the opening and fresh air...
1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

...and slams face first into the window jam. Coughing loudly, Harry jumps and leans out of the window, falling onto his side on the ground outside. Rolling to clear the building, harry stops when he hits something hard. Looking up, he sees a couple guardsmen standing over him, swords drawn and pointed at him.

Well, how rude of you gentlemen to wake an orc-elf up from his nap. Here i was, minding my own business and BAM, there you guys are, prodding me. STanding to his feet, being sure to keep his hands in clear sight.
well good job gentlemen, keep up the good work. I will not delay you from doing the guardsy stuff.
Harry turns and begins to walk quickly towards the front...
NIMOS!? Where are you buddy! NIMOS!!!

ref save vs tankard: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Hmm? what you- OW!! Harry bellows as a tankard crashes into the side of his skull.
blasted heathens. the whole lot aught to burn Harry says loudly, rubbing his head.

perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
tankards: 1d10 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Seeing no one around that is directly threatening anyone within the group, harry will begin to look about for an unbroken seat to sit upon, intent upon enjoying the show.

gm request: 1d10 ⇒ 8

i got your back, buddyharry calls out to nimos, spinning around and looking back at the rest of the tavern.

Grasping his holy symbol, harry speaks a single word. Revealing
cast detect magic on self

hey guys, sorry about not posting for the last few days. i was on vacation up north and the lone cell tower near my inlaws was destroyed by a snow storm, so i was without cell phone service (IE the internet for postings) until late last night when i got home.
ill read up on what ive missed and post shortly...

Initiative: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22
At the sight of viloence, a look overcomes the elf-orcs face. Raising his morning star to hos face, harry licks one of the many steel points that speckle the surface. Some of the points still show signs of recent use, as blood and bits of flesh still hang from the weapon.
In a voice devoid of emotion names harry. Now lets have some fun.

Stepping forward, harry puts a hand upon the minotaur. Speaking a holy word, harry casts a spell upon the ferocious east.
please, honorable minotaur, remind these puny humans why your kind is so ferocious in battle
cast enlarge person on nimos

perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Drinking his thick mead, harry pulls out his pouch of tabac and stuffs his pipe. Picking up the candle on the table he uses it to lite his pipe.
Leaning back, he puffs away, creating a thick cloud of sweet and pungent smelling smoke around him. A look of peace and relaxation overcomes his face as he watches the rest of the group chat, content to listen and learn.

And to you sir. harry nods to kwin.
knowledge religion check for daikitsu info: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

checking out Kol, harry remarks Big fellow, arent you?

An elf-orc with pointed fey ears belches loudly and slams a fist upon the table, only to wince from the too hard surface. Shaking his head in mock amusement at the folly of his actions, he turns the comely waitress.
Aye. I'll have some of your thickest mead, some elvish sprigs and mutton chops he says in a strange whimsical voice. think of a boys squeaky voice as he goes through puberty, deep one moment, light and girly the next

I'll look around and see if i spot any members of my former religious order.perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

looking at the rest of those sitting at the table, the man raises his left hand the glory of Sehr'lozt be upon ye.

aside from equipment, i am done.

did you want me to create my own diety?

well... i guess im out.

im still up for this. just updated my profile with some quick info. will flesh out tonight/tomorrow

stats: 14,12,14,7,17,14

hmmm... i think ill be a rogue.

guess i made the cut for the first 5...

@ronin, any more info about the orc-elf combo you spoke of in the first post?

ill jump in and make some rolls just to see what i like...

4d6 ⇒ (3, 6, 1, 5) = 15 14
4d6 ⇒ (6, 2, 4, 1) = 13 12
4d6 ⇒ (6, 1, 3, 5) = 15 14
4d6 ⇒ (3, 3, 1, 1) = 8 7
4d6 ⇒ (6, 5, 4, 6) = 21 17
4d6 ⇒ (6, 3, 5, 1) = 15 14

hmmmm..... a lot of choices are now available with this roll. I think ill either play a rogue or a cleric.
Ill make my decision after finding out the restrictions on the divine classes.

chock me down as interested. id like to see more info the elf-orc combo...

hey guys,

i am going to have to back out of this game. I like the concept, and if i had more time at work i would be all over this game. as it is, i am DMing 3 games at this moment, and my lunch break went from 1 hour to 30 minutes.

so, sorry for the suddenness

ok, im in and changed my name...

Calahan stops what he's doing and mics back on the open channel
We get paid to do this?
Grabbing his weapons and training gear, he turns and sprints out of the training facility to the hanger bay. Anyone that impedes his progress calahan just shoves them out of the way, saying You need to run faster.

Ianthé Jack wrote:

You ~ALWAYS~ recognize the guy with the big guns.

I wonder, are you referring to Mel with her 15 CHA puppies, or with Kira and the amount of different blasters (and eventually a slugthrower as a backup) she'll be carrying? ;-)

actually, im sure she was talking about me. =)

Calahan gets changed into his PT gear, black shirt, black shorts, black boots. You see him then put back on his sidearm and sling his heavy blaster over his shoulder. Again, no identification marks, no stencils, just plain black.

Well, modding is all well and good, but when the mod fails, you still have to be able to back it up with your body. If you feel you need to toughen up a bit, or just looking to improve your run, feel free to meet me in the exercise chamber.

As he walks out, he will set his chrono for 90 minutes to alert him of the time.

Thanks, but im sure that by the end of today i'll be back to Sergeant. Calahan laughs loudly at his own joke.

He follows Jack to her bunk, and begins to set up his gear next to hers.

This group of ladies arent very impressive. Same old, same old. Everyone with a specialty, everyone with a war story. I'll be more impressed with what they can do with their down time. Calahan pulls out a couple of cigars and flashes a bottle of alcohol before stuffing it in the back of his locker.

As Jack walks off, Calahan pauses a moment to look at her backside.
hmmmmmmmm....perhaps. it's been a while since...

what time of day is it?

nah, we played together in another star wars campaign last year. rather humerous that we should bump into each other in another star wars campaign.

Calahan just nods to everyone as they are introduced, his long years of being in the service making him hesitant to doing more than just a simple head nod.

Names Calahan, sir. Specialty is weapons. Harry glances around, and then does a double take at seeing jack.

Jack? JACK! Oh wow! i didnt even recognize you on the trip over. Wow! you grew out your hair, and filled out a little bit. Hadnt seen you in a while. How you been?

Of course, the above statement is only allowed if the DM says that Jack and I know each other

*grins at Calahan* So I'm guessing we officially "don't know each other", eh?

well, i didnt see any posting that says we dont know each other... so lets say that we do.

Rank structure will be observed, unless I deem it otherwise.

I guess that statement is meant for me. Harry mutters out loud to no one in particular.

Looking at Harry, you see an older man standing 6 feet tall, with wide shoulders and stout body. A heavy blaster and a bandolier of grenades hangs over his shoulders. A heavy pistol sits in a holster attached to his leg. His uniform is devoid of rank, no name is stenciled anywhere, along with no markings of unit identification. His most noticiable feature is his long red hair and equally long red beard, braided into braids. An unlit cigar hangs from his mouth, but you see him searching his body, muttering Now where did i put that lighter...

Hearing Perallus talk, Harry turns.
That is a fine idea, son. Although i dont think a walk is what we need. I think it would behoove us all Harry pauses, looking everyone in the eye to make sure they have his attention. It would behoove us all to go down to the exercise yard and do some PT. We are all new to each other, and i would like to see what condition we are in. I know the exercise standard is a little lax for these star fighters, but for us in the Black, it was paramount. So i will see everyone in the exercise room in 90 minutes.

*blows out a lung full of cigar smoke*

would appear that we will need to go find a rebel air strip, drop in, and steal some of their x-wings.

be pretty easy to accomplish. Find a rebel base on a fringe planet, air lift on the opposite side using the planet to shield our approach. Have a wave of TIE fighters fly over and attack the base, allowing ourselves to be shot down. We crash about 30 klicks away from the base. Infiltrate our way through the surrounding terrain, hop the fence, set some charges in the armory, and when it blows we hop into some x-wings and fly out of there.
How do you think the rebels are able to steal the shuttle crafts?

what is "star wars"?

pulls out cigar and starts to smoke it.

Melgora, Night 2

Harry, Night 3
Helrun, Night 4
Kira, Night 5
Ianthe, Night 6
Perallus, Night 7

awww...i want to be #6.

everyone has the rank of LT

well, thatll be gone soon enough...

im here. im game. just lost track of time.

"Well, Ianthe, the day is still young. "

Why is the character joining the navy?
To get out and see the galaxy. There had to be something better than the trees on Kashyyk..

Where were they born/raised? I was born on a human colony on Kashyyk..

Why are they a loyal citizen of the Empire? ill get back to you on this one

Are they racist against other species? Sexist? Harry is equally speciest and sexist against all races, sexes, and breeds throughout the galaxy. Except for Wookies, he has just a mild dislike of them..

Do they have a particular hatred of the New Republic? Just another army to attack and inflict damage upon, all for the name of the empire.

As a fifth level character, and an officer (You must be an officer to fly), what sort of military service has the character seen up to this point?
Harry has been in the military for the last 15 years, and would be a Colonel by this time, if he would learn to not speak his mind openly infront of everyone. Harry has no problem telling it how it is, and to whomever had just spoken, be it an Admiral or General.

i see that your scars have healed, ianthe :)

heavy weapons sergeant reporting in

ill check my stats and whatnot after my class tonight making sure im on par for the game.

Bueller? Bueller?

Heavy weapons sergeant reporting for duty.

Had this guy in an old campaifn so I thought id dust him off

Got room for one more?

Hmmmm...ill dot for interest. I like this idea. Pathfinder, roman style. Id play a human knife weilder, from beyond the northern forests, in the uncivilized lands. Fighter barbarian., flaunting my uncivilized nature in everyones face. Yeah I like that idea

Huh... And here I thought a cleric was a shoe in for this game

When I get to a pc ill post a background that will be great for harry

A new Jonasty game! color me interested!!!

Names Harry. Harry Calahan. But my friends call me "dirty", cuz whenever i'm around, the situation always turns dirty, quickly. I am a true follower of the Goddess Sarenrae, may her light bless all of us forever. Harry bows as he intones this prayer.
My specialty lays with the sun. I bring the light of the sun to the darkest of corners. No place is too dark that cannot be brought into the light. No creature so evil that cannot be brought back. Yet, I recognize that there are those that have no wish to be brought back to the light, therefore i carry the lightbringer, a simple scimitar that i infuse with the light of Sarenrae to enlighten those that refuse to see. With its flashing blade, redemption is granted to the unwilling.

dirty harry calahan: 6th level cleric crusader of sarenrae. using the archetype crusader

crusader archetype

ill fill out skills later.

well...i guess this adventure died... :(

test

calahan picked up the missle launcher before moving to the lift

Calahan thumbs the button marked roof

Smirking, calahan says Calm yourself doc. Your panties are twisted so tight they are a thong now.

Looking at everyone calahan begins to give instructions. Alright. here's the plan. First, we secure to roof. That is our extraction point should the fecal matter hit the turboprop. Clear it of any enemy personnel. We disable this lift and all others in this building as well. If an explosion comes from that high up, it'll be taken as a bomb going off. Next we secure the top stair wells. Not sure how many stair wells are here, but we will lock up all but one. Once the top is secure, then we plan for going back down for the targets.