Dolgrin stays silent, letting his natural sense of evil and good play over him.
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There's been a lot of paizo.com fail on my end too, I just assumed that was blocking your posting.
"See, laughter is the first sign of Note's favor Mitleid! Ha indeed!"
"We shall gleam like the sun above, eh Gruk? For at least ten minutes, anyways."
We'll wait for the laborers if it's less than a week. We'll escort them and the horses to our home base. We'll then go back to the dungeon. Unless there's a random encounter we need to deal with, brv can take us to the dungeon and we can assume + a few people at the fort, + horses at the fort, us on foot (with a mule if it fits on the boat?) at the dungeon entrance. I have no idea where the dungeon actually is, so if I'm wrong about it making sense to bring a packmule with supplies with us, omit the mule.
Dolgrin enjoys the peaceful honest work of travel while it lasts.
Honestly I've kinda enjoyed the rubber-time building stuff. We can head back to the death trap next though.
"We're rebuilding, but the roof is good. We might also be interested in anyone skilled with locks."
<3 MP Thanks for the laugh
It's clearly time for a little bit of hunting in yon wood, then back to town (to cleanse the poison from the hunting you see, and pick up our magic stuff) then back to RA?
Dolgrin spends a morning looking over the gatehouse, gathering the necessary list of supplies. "It's in a sad state friends, we're going to spend a thousand gold if we want it to work, but the good news is that the stonework is sound. We'll be replacing timber and iron, and we have access to those in abundance."
If we have enough to repair the gatehouse/drawbridge I vote we do that. I don't know where we could find a cleric follower to sit in the chapel just yet, but it's worth remembering.
"Now we get to see if they throw arrows and burning things at us or if they let us in. Ah, the simple joys of homeownership."
Dolgrin readies himself for adventure with a rousing song, and a warm bath. Meeting his friends outside, he claps Elathras on the shoulder. "To the castle then, eh? Hopefully with less horrific wounding this time."
Looks good, thanks for doing adventuring accounting!
Random item musing. I think dolgrin's wishlist is something like: Full plate
None of that looks like it's on offer at the moment. Party probably wants a bag of holding
Anyways, the only thing on that list that seems maybe critical is the bag of holding for carrying rope and mounds of loot
"We'd be well served by a set of cords of dwarven ingenuity for the hauling of treasures, but that's the only magic I'm aware of that we might want for ourselves. Wands of stitch and scrolls of lift-me-up are useful, but so is a backpack." Dolgrin looks pointedly at the pants. "Oh and rope, rations, and..." He trails off at their blank looks, then explains. "Muleback cording, for hauling heavy loads. Dwarven make, finest invention since Ale. Why, you can carry more Ale with a set of them, that might explain it."
"Duly noted." Dolgrin begins looking beyond the newcomers towards the tavern, while he doesn't normally drink, the return to form of more talking less doing elves has convinced him it might be a good idea as well. "Mitleid care to find out if the tavern is still selling swill? I think a warm meal of non-wolf and some ale might be just the thing after today's experiences. Oh and they might have warm water as well. We should investigate." He moves past the newcomers with a smile and a friendly wave, turning as he walks calmly backwards. "In the morning then. Glad to see help arrive for the ferry, it's quite the wilderness out there but also a land of opportunity. Note knows we've seen wonders, and horrors. Oh, and don't go down the well. F@%* if we know what that means, but it's pretty clearly a terrible idea if the people who wrote it thought it was the best advice they could give on the myriad host of unpleasantness out there." He gestures vaguely in the direction of the wilderness, then smiles and waves again.
We've died and woken up in heaven, haven't we?
"Pricey, we'll expect a warranty and receipt so we can remit our expenses!" Dolgrin tries to joke, he's not very good at it.
Also we should totally buy elathras a backpack.
Here's what I have for Dolgrin for comparison/correcting. chainmail
I'm fine with doing some accounting work since we're in town just to get the list of items down to a more browse-able size, and Dolgrin is pretty ok with letting anyone in the party use any of that stuff except the Holy symbol and text.
OMG this scene.
"Were any of those times related to falling Daal? Because we haven't checked for traps yet." Dolgrin grins at his friends, and walks confidently into town. "Perhaps Elathras, perhaps."
"I thank you, as does Note, for your assistance. If we can be of service in the future, please ask." Dolgrin is entirely too entertained by the mere idea of helpful elves, and does his best to encourage their good behavior with lavish praise, as if they were particularly precocious puppies. "Truly, we would never have made it back so cleanly or quickly without your wise guidance." In a lesser man, these words would sound insincere, perhaps sarcastic, but Dolgrin is truly noble, and his words drip with heartfelt sincerity. These may be the only useful elves he will ever meet, and he is determined to encourage them to a life of selfless goodness. "Brava."
"I think they mean they have a friendly cleric. Still, its night time. If we're not dying, I vote we finish sleeping and resume this conversation in the morning with freshly rested heads. Humans are not at our best at this hour, mores the pity. Good night friend elves. You are welcome to our camp, but all talk of business should wait, it doesn't sound like another half day will end in disaster, but haste might."
Dolgrin falls on his face, a rich roaring laughter bubbling out of him. "Ah, well that's an easy mistake to jump to, what with our trying to kill one another. We were with them, oh Note. What fine companions we were too. Why that trap and ambush was just hide and seek with knives it was. A friendly sport for elven children I'm sure." Dolgrin finally pulls himself together, but occasionally the grin peeks through. "No ma'am, we have been accused of many things, but banditry was never our profession."
Dolgrin seems confused, then winces. "I was sleeping, in the forest, surely I would have woken?. I suppose I have been wrong before... I think your hearing may simply be better than mine?" He sounds unsure. "So if we are quiet, might we go back to sleep, mistress elf? The night would be calm, if we were to let each other be. Note values rest in times of rest, and the sun is down."
I think you having a 2h weapon is slightly better than me since your str is higher, and they have the same + to hit. Silver vs +1 magic is about a push for dr, maybe silver is slightly better because of our preponderance of werecreatures? So given the above and that I already modified the statblock and dice tags for 1d8, going to just keep the longsword plan.
"I don't suppose they brought breakfast?" Dolgrin rolls over on top of his gear, keeping his hands in sight, as he looks over the woods. Spotting the arrows his voice grows sad. "Ah well. You'd think common courtesy was extinct. Lads, ladies, gentle creatures with bows, I bid you good morning. I am Dolgrin Brightlaughter, in service of Note, and these are my companions. Can we skip ahead to the boasts of mutual prowess and drinking, or did you have something else in mind?"
"Ah, if Elathras is telling stories, it is time for me to be sleeping." Dolgrin lies down, then sits up and pulls his chainmail off. "Always forget the little things. Good night friends." He falls asleep almost instantly, his hand on Note's symbol. He doesn't even snore.
"Hrm, moss looks natural, no sign of evil, I suppose so. I'll dig the trench over here." Dolgrin sets to with a grin, singing a jaunty tune about the knight that fell from his steed. "The mud was thick, the ground was slick, the horse was all ashudder.
He stops a moment, and listens. "Seems all right." He resumes digging, humming the tune now, quietly.
Ok, updated in hero lab so my alias and statline should be right.
God it's been so long, I can 2 hand a +1 longsword in PF right? The rust is real.
Yeah paladin is fine since the plan was least 4 levels of paladin and probably 4 levels of oracle then reassess - paladin gets more smites at 4 and better lay on hands, oracle gets more spells. I don't see where you rolled his hp, so doing that here.
Feat = Extra Revelation: Life Link (2 links, within 120') I'll update the alias in the morning. Did Dolgrin pick up any permanent disfigurements while he was thinking deep thoughts?
Yeah paizo.com is apparently committing seppekku about updates just as I'm trying to come back and play. Hi everyone. My daughter didn't die. My various old people seem to have stopped trying, and life is calm and zen like. So I finally have time for online elfgames (orcgames?) again. Thank you for all the kind words. They meant a lot to me, my wife, and our family. Now returning to buttkicking for goodness.
"Lads I feel like I've been in a fugue, but I think I finally figured out what was wrong with those rats, men, rats...In the castle? You remember, Elathras the ratmen." He pauses dramatically then continues in a shocked whisper. "Werewolves! Rats. Men? Wearratmen." He munches his lower lip a moment, watching as his companions continue to butcher the wolves. "I am not sure what to make of it. The brightness knows I've seen my share of curses, but rats. Why rats? I must think on it more." He is totally silent to their further questions.
Sorry for being gone - I had a death in the family and it meant driving to the middle of nowhere. No mental bandwidth left for internet things. I'll be back friday, but feel free to continue to bot me in the interim.
Dolgrin charges the were rat
Dolgrin continues to falchion away at the rats.
"It's a good day, an easy warm up, companions, and maybe some treasure yes? Die beast of evil! A good shot mitleid!" A simple half-orc is Dolgrin.
Dolgrin lashes out with his Falchion.
"The best things in life require sacrifice, and ratmens are a worthy offering."
"Ah it's good to see you have not lost your sense of humor Elathras. Note approves!"
Huzzah for Note and The Line Of Brightlaughters....
Good to hear it.
See you then! Take care of yourself and have some fun!
"No no, we have no drum Daal. Och, Wdrozgrúk they are among us! Why were you lads not saying anything about the small and biting?"
"That is true, but if the silence bothers you we could sing, eh?" Dolgrin considers it a moment, then discards the idea. "It is perhaps the wrong season for caroling, and we have no drum."
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