Dunkel Diggerson's page

Thanks GM. It was a fun run and reunion!

Here's what I have handy from HeroLab. Box of folder with hardcopies is still amid 100 other similar boxes as we move.

Player Name : wakedown
Character Name : Dunkel
PFS# : 15208-16
Faction : Exchange
Chronicle# : 15
Current XP : 16
Starting Prestige : 20
Starting Fame : 30
Starting Gold : Pending Folder

Day Job: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15
Boon: 1d20 ⇒ 16

"Aye, th' father o' buried secrets and acquirin' shiny objects form 'th earth, 'innit?"

Dunkel grins, his interpretation of Norgorber one that suits his dwarven sensibilities.

Dunkel nods, absentmindedly chewing a dirty nail from one of his stubby fingers.

"Aye, ah could go fer some..."

Dunkel pauses for a moment.

"Doubtful? Jair?"

He pauses for a moment, allowing his expression to fall blank.

"Ahhh! Ah'm not gonna eat ye both. Ah don't think 'ts awoken those urges again."

Dunkel does seem interested about the tea, but moreso about Hrenthar.

"Say, ah don't suppose ye can lift curses n' such?"

OK, so if I understand this, Hrenthar's our key, but we don't take him with us, we just leave him to stand here until we sail back in a future scenario?

Dunkel sighs as the Lengizen disappears.

"Ah truly did think ah wasn't gonna let 'im out."

Shrugging, he clasps Doubtful on the shoulders, urging him out.

"Nae too bad ah day, eh? Nobody died. No curs--.."

Dunkel sighs.

"Ah blast, ah did get cursed dinnae 'ah?"

Packed my folders up... will take me some time to find them among 60 boxes. :)

Will try to get what I can from his HeroLab file, though quickly.

New Spells For Dunkel:

3rd—displacement, lightning bolt, protection from energy
2nd—protection from arrows

@Jair: Excellent use of Suggestion!

Dunkel blinks a few times, using his own earlier cast spell to pinpoint the rogue.

"Ah, th' invisible one's right..."

He grins as glittering debris showers the rogue.

"err, nevermind then!"

Dunkel swings his axe at the troll, grinning at Doubtful as he does.

"Look Doubtful, we gots ourselves ah' troll, 'ere! No problem fer ah pair o' dwarves!"

Waraxe 2H, Power, Hero, Bard, Flank, Arcane Strike: 1d20 + 8 + 2 + 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 8 + 2 + 2 + 2 + 1 = 27 for 1d10 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 12 + 2 = 23

Waraxe 2H, Power, Hero, Bard, Flank, Arcane Strike - haste: 1d20 + 8 + 2 + 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 8 + 2 + 2 + 2 + 1 = 34 for 1d10 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 12 + 2 = 23

Waraxe 2H, Power, Hero, Bard, Flank, Arcane Strike - haste (crit confirm): 1d20 + 8 + 2 + 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 8 + 2 + 2 + 2 + 1 = 30 for 2d10 + 24 + 4 ⇒ (2, 6) + 24 + 4 = 36

With a massive grunt, Dunkel, unencumbered like a typical dwarf in the trappings of armor, leaps up and swings his axe right at the top of the troll's skull.

That's not too shabby of a round for damage. 72 damage if the troll's AC is no more than 27!

Was Hrenthnar held in statis and is still fully alive? Or does he appear undead? Or?

Dunkel, standing abreast of Doubtful and giving ample room for the others to see over them (save Forlorn), turns and looks with anticipation as to what Forlorn, Jair, Imrana or Wyatt are to say about the matter as it does not immediately pertain to diggin' or axe-use.

He leans to Doubtful to share his thoughts in his kin's ear.

"Ah would'nae mind seein' th' tunnel work o' tha' Sevenfingers tomb.. 'ts jess tha' guardian t'would seem t' be upset by 't."

Dunkel keeps his fingers wrapped tightly around his axe, while he takes a couple steps around to ensure the creature isn't simply buying itself time for its allies to arrive and join in the battle.

Dunkel lays into the strange creature, working in tandem with Doubtful.

Waraxe 2H, Power, Hero, Bless, Bard, Flank, Arcane Strike: 1d20 + 8 + 2 + 1 + 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 8 + 2 + 1 + 2 + 2 + 2 = 31 for 1d10 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 12 + 2 = 15

Will DC17: 1d20 + 5 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 5 + 2 + 2 = 20

Dunkel, through his sheer will as a dwarf, paws a hand at the air as whatever the Lengizen does shimmers before his face.

"Ahhh, tha's nae gonna t' work on ah dwarf!"

Grabbing his axe, Dunkel makes his way in to aid Doubtful, his less-than-ideal sized legs pumping furiously as he does.

Sadly, it's a double move for Dunkel to close into melee, so he'll use all 8 squares to get in and give Doubtful a flank at least for future rounds.

Know Planes: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29

Alas, waraxe crit eaten by a knowledge check!

Dunkel, hesitating for the briefest moment to allow his allies to share insight, shares what he knows.

"Don't let 'em touch 'ye - they'll sap yer ability t' move!"

He them mirrors Jair's mirrors, knowing he will need them should the otherworldly creature decide to focus on him.

Move action to pull a scroll; standard to read it.
Mirror Image: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

As for the woman, it appears she's not going anywhere on her own, so I'd vote to leave her beyond - on the original side of the portal until we return, versus having taken her into the unknown.

Although now we see the portal is bidirectional and the ship's deck appears (relatively) safe, maybe one of us returns through the portal to grab her just in case this is a one-way trip after we do something else.. (break some sort of curse?)

Dunkel rubs his eyes as he sets them upon the strange alien scene of the ghost ship.

"Ach, ah kinnae believe ye put yer hand 'n tha' thing, Doubtful! Just when ah was about t' do it me'self!"

Sighing, Dunkel tilts his head as he approaches the stairs and glances downward.

"Do ye 'ear tha'? Sounds like some sorta strange pipe?"

Certain that there is something dangerous below deck, Dunkel prepares himself for that inevitible.

Let's go with shield and see invisibility on himself. The shield spell will last 6 minutes, so he'll cast that just prior to descending.

"Alas, ah 'ave none o' th' restorative magicks we'd need ta' bring 'er back t' 'er senses."

Dunkel glances to Forlorn for a moment, wondering if the halfling perhaps came so prepared.

"But ah figure she's safe t' move. If any demon comes pourin' outta 'er ears, Doubtful ah'm sure can wrestle 't back inta' ah knot real fast."

We'll see if removing her from the orb's presence does anything? Dunkel will hoist her over her shoulder as needed. He has bog rot already, what else could go wrong?

Has she been turned to stone? Flesh and paralyzed?

Dunkel pauses, certain that necromancy or transmutation magicks are at work here.

Detect magic.

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10

The drowning effect ends with the stopping of the aura? That's good...

Dunkel gasps a few times, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees for a moment.

"Ach! Felt like me lungs were full o' silt, ah did!"

He clasps Doubtful on the shoulder.

"Tha's why ye never take out a 6x8 support post when yer tunnelin' under ah lake.."

Standing again, Dunkel passes his wand to Forlorn.

Cure Light: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

As they proceed, Dunkel narrows his eyes at the sludge.

"Ah don't suppose there's some way t' turn off the mummy-makin' sludge? Ah holy blessing? Con-see-creation?"

Dunkel's eyes continue bulging, one part suffocation, one part shock at seeing Jair use her blade.

Waraxe 2H, Power, Heroism, Arcane Strike, Prayer, Inspire: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (12) + 13 = 25 for 1d10 + 15 ⇒ (1) + 15 = 16

8/38rds drowning.

Dunkel steps around the mummy, continuing to fight to regain his breath while giving Doubtful a nod.

Vs Blue
Waraxe 2H, Power, Heroism, Arcane Strike, Prayer, Inspire: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (10) + 13 = 23 for 1d10 + 15 ⇒ (7) + 15 = 22

The standard action means 6/38 rds on drowning quota.

I forgot the inspire courage. Revise Dunkel's attack to hit AC21 and connect for 18 damage. Bless doesn't stack w/his heroism, so that was properly ignored. :)

Dunkel continues to wheeze as he struggles to inhale any amount of oxygen, his eyes darting to the others hoping they'll know what to do before he suffocates.

Images of that one dig when the ceiling collapsed and his team was buried under four tons of sand and silt dance through his mind.

But it was a glorious shaft once they dug their way out.

Nonetheless, he tries to buy everyone time to help diagnose why he's suffocating this time with no silt in sight.

Vs Blue
Waraxe 2H, Power, Heroism, Arcane Strike, Prayer: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (8) + 11 = 19 for 1d10 + 13 ⇒ (3) + 13 = 16

The standard action means 4/38 rds on drowning quota.

Drowning 1/38rds.

Con Check DC10: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
Fort DC15 vs Disease: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12

-15hp takes away the 11temp and does 4 real, of which Forlorn heals him back to full at 65.

Dunkel nods to Doubtful's suggestion and seems like he's about to cast a spell before realizing it's impossible. Instead he swings his waraxe before stepping back.

Waraxe 2H, Power, Heroism, Arcane Strike: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14 for 1d10 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21

The standard action means 2/38 rds on drowning quota.

Will: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
Will: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

Dunkel's eyes widen and he begins to gasp as the robed figures close about them.

Oops!

False Life Take 2: 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

"Aye.. tis ah good rod. If ye don't mind?"

Dunkel will use the extend on a casting of heroism on himself if that's OK. He'll add a non-extended keen edge too.

Then at last, for good measure...

False Life: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

Dunkel cracks his knuckles and stretches his neck several times as he looks eagerly at the sealed trap door below them.

"Aye, what a grand shaft t'was. Ah only regret not bein' able t' take me time t' inspect 't properly what with 'avin' t' float down 't."

Dunkel, seeming to be unphased by the cramped quarters with several of his allies, sets some various supplies about his "work site" before taking a swig from his wineskin.

He circles about the trapdoor a few times before finally selecting his adamantine pick and giving the door below a few solid whacks.

Diggin' Time Damage x6 whacks: 6d6 + 36 ⇒ (6, 5, 4, 4, 5, 3) + 36 = 63

If I understand correctly, we need to consume the moss for the negative energy protection...

Dunkel, once he sees an acknowledgement that he too should descend, checks his diggin' supplies a final time.

"See ya all at th' bottom!"

And with that, he begins chewing on the moss and stepping into the silenced area before leaping into the shaft and beginning his descent. He motions for Forlorn to quickly follow.

If possible, will use Feather Fall on both of us. He'll climb out of the silenced area, let Forlorn leap past. Use Feather Fall on him. Recal l the spell, repeat on himself. Make room at the bottom!

Dunkel ceremoniously clasps Doubtful on the shoulder.

He opens his mouth to wish his kin good luck, but no words come out until they take a couple steps away from the shaft.

"G'luck down there. Ah'll be right after ye!"

Dunkel looks eagerly at Doubtful's 400ft of knotted rope.

"Ah ken only hope we go tha' deep! There's some grand deposits usually once ye get a few hundred feet below th' level o' th' sea!"

Dunkel begins packing an array of shovels and picks onto his person from his diggin' supplies and additionally pulls out a wand and applies some magicks before their descent.

Mage armor. 38/50 charges remain.

Dunkel swoons.

"Ah Oblivion Shaft! What a splendid name fer a tunnel! Ah bet it's sides are as smooth as ah dwarven baby's bottom!"

Dunkel reaches into a pouch and holds up several pearls.

"Ah've got tha' feathery fall magic prepared t'day. Ye never know when yer gonna dig inta' ah vertical and take a step too far forward!"

"Prolly jess th' tip o' th' iceberg in terms o' trouble, eh Doubtful?"

Dunkel smirks at his dwarven companion as he begins weaving a spell.

"Ah bet we've got ah kraken or two waitin' for us 'afore we arive still yet..."

Dunkel holds his ground, knowing Doubtful is a split second away from rushing forward to the planks spanning the ships.

5ft. Begin casting enlarge person.

Dunkel digs around in his satchel before producing one of his tomes and tossing it towards Wyatt. The cover bears smudges of mud and the leather has parted along several gashes riddled with sand and debris.

"Aye, th' usual? Copy what ye don't have and fill in what ye do 'n ah don't?"

Dunkel turns back to smile at the halfling amongst them.

"Aye 'n sometimes yer lucky n' diggin's t' be done. Ye look like maybe a fine detail work digger?"

Dunkel glanes at Forlorn's fingers, seeing little signs of brown wedged up beneath the nails.

"Or perhaps ah diggin' songbringer? Ah met this dwarf once who knew th' best songs t' get our diggin' on..."

With his arms behind his back, Dunkel paces the main deck while maintaining a good distance from the ship's rail. Excusing himself, he descends below deck to the cargo hold for the hundredth time since setting sail on the Pixie before returning above deck.

"Ahl'right lads n' lassies.. good news is all th' diggin' gear's still secure n' ready fer whatever tunnelin' we'll need 't tha' Spires this trip. Ah've been thinkin' maybe ah nice 10x6 would be jess right."

Dunkel glances towards Jair and Imrana. "-t'd let the taller folk among us have a comfortable height, and t'd let two o us stand abreast 'n work at th' same time."

Dunkel then nods towards Doubtful.

Diggin' dwarf checking in, ready to pillage more spellbooks!

As always, thanks for another great run. The chronicle looks good, I can fill in the day job.

I could certainly see tagging into GM at some point ~ but likely not for a few weeks as I just borrowed time from RL for a bunch of GM duties in the past 4 weeks!

And there's this in case we just want the old-school way of bringing him down...

Dunkel, feeling emboldened by the protection of his many images, steps back in while brandishing his waraxe with newfound confidence.

Waraxe 2H, Power, Arcane Strike: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20 for 1d10 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21

GM Lari's up right?

You've got +13 AC compared to Dunkel, I think we can risk it!

Dunkel grunts as he takes a solid hit, wheezing even as Beorin's divinity mends some of it.

65-26+7=46hp.

Dunkel, realizing any single swing could be his end, wisely steps back and swiftly reads a scroll.

Mirror image.

Images: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

"Alright, orcy, lesse if ye can figure out which o' these 's th' real Dunkel!"

It had to happen. That's my first death in 27 characters and 9 years!

Death by X3 crit eventually claims us all, and is nigh unavoidable!

Dunkel stands in shock as he watches Thorn brutalized by the half-orc.

"See how ye like an axe fer ye'self!"

Waraxe 2H, Power, Arcane Strike: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11 for 1d10 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14

But it appears he's too distracted observing if Thorn still lives to effectively connect.

Dunkel grumbles something about his feet as he lumbers ahead slowly while drawing his axe.

Double move for Dunkel to get into melee.

Dunkel finds a reasonable location to set up his diggin' team, passing out assorted signs that detail special summertime incentives and discounts for those who may be interested in employing any dwarves.

Once he's content the crew will do what it can to secure business, he perches himself somewhere with a good vantage point and tries to listen in and observe anything that might fuel their intel on Aspis-Bloodcove relations.

Perception?: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (14) + 15 = 29

Do we have any reason to not want to work with Cartehegn? Dunkel leans the way of an ally he already knows to be trustworthy versus one that ambushed and was trying to stab us.

Dunkel studies the woman, although he's rarely if ever found a deal he didn't like, although most of the deals he attempts involve diggin' somewhere.

Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 9

Dunkel scratches his beard as D'lack talks with the woman, but holds up his hands and speaks softly to his fellow dwarves as he hears some of the distinctions drawn between the Society and the Consortium.

"Well, we in tha' Exchange dun object t' ah wee bit o' profit, here n' there..."

Coughing into his hand, he speaks up enough so the woman can hear.

"N' why d'ye think these goods are ill-gotten, lass?"

Dunkel blinks and rubs his eyes as he slowly ascends the building as Doubtful literally squats and leaps up onto the building with a single jump.

"Wha? Magic?"

Shaking his head, he resumes his climb, sucking in wind as he crests the roof and takes a semi-circuitous route to the woman on the corner.

Double move. Left room for a charge for Doubtful.

Dunkel squints upward at their assailant on the roof.

"Ah got th' one on th' roof! Faster than ah cavespider 'n ah squid!"

With that, he works a spell offering little further explanation to his metaphor.

Cast spider climb.

Dunkel clears his throat and moves to slap Wyatt on the back.

"Aye! O' course! Ye, too, Wyatt! Ah sometimes forget ye're 'n elf... tha' is 'ntil Doubtful 'ere reminds me!"

Dunkel appears skeptical on his own.

"Ye mean... land pirates? Well, ah can speak fer th' others when ah say ye've found th' right dwarves... n' humans t' set things straight!"