Dorin double timed it in to the room, standing before Petros, ready for the spell.
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I too have had a hectic week and feel better that someone else has too. I'll get my post up now.
Gorin Ironblind:
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Race Dwarf Gender Male Age 79 Class Musket Master Gunslinger / Level 1 Init +3; Senses Perception +8, Survival +8 _____________________________________________ BUFFS AND CONSUMABLES _____________________________________________ _____________________________________________
Deeds
Steady Aim (Ex) At 1st level, as long as a musket master has at least 1 grit point, she can take a move-equivalent action to increase the accuracy of a two-handed firearm. When she does, she increases the range increment of the firearm she is firing by 10 feet. This stacks with other abilities that increase her range increment. Quick Clear (Ex): At 1st level, as a standard action, the gunslinger can remove the broken condition from a single firearm she is currently wielding, as long as that condition was gained by a firearm misfire. The gunslinger must have at least 1 grit point to perform this deed. Alternatively, if the gunslinger spends 1 grit point to perform this deed, she can perform quick clear as a move-equivalent action instead of a standard action.
Background:
Gorin was born and raised in the town of Torch, born to a weaponsmith and an armour smith. His parents worked the Torch like many other smiths, shaping skymetals with such artistry and skill that it would make the gods themselves weep, and did on one occasion, if his pappys tales could be believed. He learned the art of armour smithing from his mother, it came easy to him, and he flourished at it though he could never come close to her talent. He worked on his craft for years, till he finally had grown in to adulthood. He earned his spurs as it were, and became a travelling Blacksmith, leaving his family at home and moving out in to the world to learn new skills and tricks. He spent a couple more years in the military near Lastwall, working as a Smith, learning some combat till he was discharged honorably and sent on his way. His travels took him to the city state of Alkenstar, where he learned a new craft, the ability to make firearms. He crafted his first weapon, a monstrous long rifle which he named Runedar, Haven in Dwarvish. He learned how to clean and maintain her, how to make the ammo she used and how to tell when she needed to be repaired. His time in Alkenstar was punctuated with sadness however as a letter from home finally reached him, telling him of his parents passing in a mysterious fire in their home. It was with a heavy heart that he abandoned his new tutelage in the arts of Gunsmithing and returned home to see to their affairs. Personality:
Gorin is gruff and blustery but ha a good heart deep down. He tries to keep people at a distance but he has a soft spot for the weak and downtrodden. Physical Description:
Gorin bears the marks of many years of hard work with the hammer, sporting the tell tale corded arms and heavy shoulders of a true Dwarven smith. Gorin wears his hair short, cropped to his head to keep it out of his eyes while he shoots. Gorin wears a heavily repaired but smart and functional set of Studded leather armour, over tough but breathable clothing. Around his neck sits a braided silver torc with a stylized dragon design inlaid in the ends. Atop his head sit a pair of battered goggles.
Gorin is rarely seen without a cigar clamped between his teeth. So that is most of it done I believe. I do have another question. For ammo, can I craft before the game, or do I need to buy some at full price?
Dorin groans, gripping his axe tighter. "Nay lass, names mean something to some people..."
"Ahm... no." Dorin takes a step in to the chamber beside Kaley, fanning out slightly, glancing around the room. "I think I would rather know yer name, master Bones, before I tell you mine!"
Dorin stops and scratched his head before nodding and taking out the wand. "That is a good idea Petros, indeed!"
Dorin frowned before tapping himself again!
I am the worst. Yes I am here. I had a busy week last week, sorry about that. If that happens again, just bot me. I will not just disappear for good, I will always come back.
Dorin splutters awake, clutching his head and groaning loudly. "Yeh test me today Torah, Father of the Forge. Yeh test me hard. Why the hells is this place so f%##in messed up? Why? We need someone who knows traps. This is flaming ridiculous!" He grabbed the wand and gripped it tightly as he crawled over to look in to the chest. "If yer f$+&in empty I'm rethinking this whole escapade!"
Dorin inhales sharply before moving forward and opening the chest.
"Well this doesn't look at all shifty does it...?" Dorin stays by the door, staring in to the room, not liking what he is seeing one bit. "Check the chest. I bet if there is a trap, it is on that there chest. I'd bet my own aged mother on it!"
PHEW! Yes, yes it was. We might need a Rogue...
Dorin rushes forward in to the room, clanging his axe loudly on his armor. "COME ON YA BEASTIE. COME AND AV A TASTE A DORIN IF YER ARD ENOUGH!"
Dorin offers his hand to Kaley to pull her fully up on to solid ground once again. He exhales sharply through his teeth before nodding and pulling the wand from his belt. He speaks the trigger word and presses it lightly to the wound, closing his eyes and focusing.
He frowns at the wounds the woman bears, before channeling his power in to the wand once again.
"This bloody thing is broken..." He growled before reaching deep down inside of himself and laying a hand on Kaleys arm, sending power flooding through her body.
Nodding in satisfaction as her wounds knit back together, Dorin grins. "Aye, we could do with one of them, what are they called? Rogues!"
"Well that were fun!"
Dorin begins to struggle himself free of the webs.
Dorin sighs and runs a hand through his beard before gripping his axe rightly and moving in after the Paladin. "I will nay let ya get et alone lass!"
"...Nope!" Dorin turns and walks away.
"Though we are looking fer the undead and it is a skeleton hand so it may be the way ta go... Right?"
Dorin smiles sadly at Kaley and pats the woman on the shoulder. "Aye lass, they do all those things, but they also sadly eat the flesh of humanoids, like us. And I dinnae want to leave something like that alive on our back trail, while we are exploring a big dark deep dungeon. We could no have left it alive. And the Poison. nay I'll just use it if we get in to a bind. Tis always handy to have some poison around too. I might be able to brew up an antitoxin from it mayhap!"
Dorin uncorks a couple of viles and crouches before the Spider, before beginning to harvest the venom.
Dorin buries his axe in the body of the Spider, making sure to snip that last little thread of life, before turning to appraise the trap with the Aasimar. "Aye, having a trap of a hole in the floor doesn't seem to make much sense unless it is guarding something. What do you be thinking lass? Try open it to look down in to it? Try seal it so we can walk over it?"
Dorin readies an action to lash out at the spider, should it come in range.
Dorin frowns, staring up in to the hole above them, as he begins to draw together a string of runes and beginning to infuse them in to the metal of his axe.
Dorin follows along, stowing the wand at his belt, till they come to the Trap door. Looking up in to the hole, Dorin begins to focus.
"Aye lad I do! I'll heal us up right proper now!"
Dorin sighs and sets the head of his hammer on the floor, before going to one knee. "Lord Torag, yeh of the Forge, the great and powerful Father of us all who do be children of the Forge, please provide may yeh never let me fall victim to such a horrible death and burial as this!" after blessing himself, he stands, turning to the others. "Aye, we do be right to be taking this man home with us, when we leave next. We deliver him for no other reason that it be the right thing to do!"
Woops. I was running out the door to work. I'll do it when I get home now
Was at a Sci Fi convention this weekend. Met Lancell Lannister and Doctor Woolsey from Stargate Atlantis. Sadly Ronan / Khal Drogo never showed up, even though he is on the island filming a show... AnysY, I'm back now. Sorry it took so long.
Dorin moved back towards his allies, seeking to block the dead creatures path towards the squishier members of his party. As he does he draws down on his power, causing his beard to stiffen and become hard and sharp.
Seeing that his attack has little effect on the Skeleton, Dorin grabs his hammer instead, swinging it with all of his might at the Skeleton.
Sorry Pleiades, busy week. I'll get my action up momentarily
Dorin begins to focus his energies, casting his power out before himself and forming it in to a thin, see through shield of energy.
Scratching his head, Dorin shrugs before moving forward and swinging his axe, full force, at one of the Skeletons. "If'n it's bone, cut it down, if'n its rotten squash if flatten, right?" 'I could never remember tha rhyme...'
Dorin moved up beside Kaley, raising his axe up high, ready to strike if anything happens out of the ordinary.
Dorin strains forward to glance at the scroll of fireball. Though he himself would have no use for it, as a Devotee of Torag, he found the concept of an exploding ball of fire to be more than a little interesting. Some days he wished he had followed his old Pappies footsteps and had devoted himself to the art of Magic. 'Oh no, not for wee Dorin, that do be sure. Nay I was meant for the Priesthood it seemed, meant to wield hammer and tongs, holy symbol and prayer, all in the name of he who builds!' Keeping up with Kaley, Dorin crossed the room, gripping his axe tightly. "Wait up lass, I'll watch your back for yeah!" As he walked, Dorin began to call forth runes of detection and identification, as his eyes began to burn with a bright gold and reddish light.
I did I am pretty sure. I remember levelling anyway. I'll look again.
Dorin moved up beside Briar and stared in to the darkness ahead, looking after Kaley and watching.
"Torags beard..." Dorin exclaims as his light blooms bright and true in the darkness of the new level. When he sees this happen, and the new member casts his spell, Dorin lets his own light drop, taking solace as his dark vision kicks in again."Thank the divines I do be more than happy to be out of that there magical darkness!" Dorin moves up after Kaley and slowly, carefully opens the other door, if it is unlocked, before glancing inside. "Be kind..."
The wand makes Dorins skin crawl just looking at it, and he shakes his head in disgust when it is offered to him. "Nay lad, I do be a ruthless old codger but may that ruthless. I'll trust in me axe and me arm for now, and whatever magic the old Iron Father chooses for me!"
Dorin stared up at the man in the cage and grins, before calling up, "It nay do be often ye find a man kept in a cage like a bird. How do you be lad, well? No wounds on ye?" Dorin begins to follow his companions, keeping towards the back, to keep an eye on things.
Dorin dashed forward, throwing himself in to combat alongside his compatriots, lashing out with all of his might with his axe, sending it slashing down towards the forehead of the Zombie.
Dorin lashed out with his axe, sending it spinning towards the knees of the Zombie beside him and Petros. "By the fire and the forge yeh be cast back tae the pits that spawned yeh!"
Swinging wide of the Zombie, Dorin curses and takes a step backwards. "Bloody evil creature and his nimble dodge!"
Dorin gripped his axe tightly as he darted forward, swinging it as hard as he can at the Zombie before him. "Die ye wee undead scurge. Well... Die again!"
Dorin pushes slowly to his feet, hunching over, gripping his wound tightly. "Buggers could reach a lot further than I thought... Aye. I say we call it a night, maybe come back in the morrow and try get deeper. What say yeah? Get us some food and sleep?" Dorin thanks Kaley for her healing and takes the wand back, touching it to his side and whispering the activation word.
Dorin pushed forward, in between his two allies, before lashing out at the Goblin that had downed Coglen.
Dorin moves in to the doorway, keeping his shoulder against the wall and preparing to lash out at the Goblins should they come close.
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