Yeah your guys comments didn't even appear on my tab. I only saw it when I was posting on another pbp.
That sucks, I know we had a good start but it's been a struggle. It's been fun playing with a group that knew the story, I was really looking forward to see what changes you made from the original story arc. Sometimes these things happen and I will look forward to any games you start. Thx for letting me play! I would be up for a reboot, Durom is still around.
Heck yeah Ashardalon series is doing fine! That is one of my longest lasting pbp I have been apart of and the first one that we actually finished a module and moved on to the second one in.
"Agreed.....did I just agree with Trap, oh brother I am loosing it in my old age. Not thinking treasure myself but maps or war journals to find out more of this dragon army." Durom barks back to the kender.
Durom moves closer to the row boats looking for tracks in the sand, "Bwa, let me know if you hear anybody. We can't let any scouts find us since we don't know how close the army is."
Perception:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
Survival:1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26+2 if there human tracks.
"Alright, trap you and me will sneak in and check things out. Now Trap you will not leave me sight or I will cut off your top knot!" The dwarf bellows in a whisper as only a dwarf can. Then starts moving down towards the ships.
The dwarf ducks down lower holding his crossbow tight and whispers, "By my grandfather's dusty beard what have we walked into, Donner have you seen those banners before I don't recognize them."
Durom shrugs at Rummy, "Just a stick ah? Magic be new to me, so I thought you may have more experience with that kinda stuff." He pats the gnome on the back, "I knew I shouldn't of asked the drunk, haha. With our current luck I would say we take the stairs as well."
He shakes his head at the kender, "So whats you think it is Mr. Barefoot."
"Trap take the rocks as well as the dagger wit me votes, and hey Rummy do you know anything about this stick?" He holds up the wand for Rumal to take look at, he asks after Rumal is done drinking though.
"If theres one thing a dwarf knows its rocks, let me take a look at those little one." The dwarf looks over the rocks and feels the difference in him, something he never believed would happen but his grandfather was right they did come back.
"You didn't each those mushroom's again did you Trap?"
If the Dwarf can't figure out what the rocks are, he'll just dismiss them and reload his empty clips and sharpen his bolts.
Let me know what knowledge you wish for me to roll on them GM Trajan. Also sorry I've been missing for a while, it's been an odd week for me so I will keep up from now on and my character is all leveled up and ready to go!
@GM: I know Reorx isn't among the current discs but I am going to use his domain of Artifice for my domain. Do you want me to wait until we find the Reorx one or let me pick it. I was still going to pick spells since I worship both Paladine and Reorx.
HP roll for next level in inquistor:1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
Dorum reads them as well, thinking of his grandfathers stories as he reads on. If this power can bring back my friend, maybe the gods are truley real.
The dwarf suddenly stops reading and was in shock of the mutt talking and the gods return that he lost sight of his manners, "Sorry Mutt just realized I be acting like a gully dwarf and ignoring me manners. Da names Durom Stonehammer and what is yours?" He holds out his meaty paw to the dog.
"By Reorx's hammer, how can this be....." He runs over to the gnome. "Rumal how can this be....I mean bout time ye came back you were making the kender and Solomnic worry." The dwarf says with a sigh of relief.
"Yeah lad I'll come wit...*Hearing the mastiff*..blasted Kender what did Trap do now." With that Durom hefts up his heavy repeating crossbow ready to take down this mutt.
The dwarf staring at the evil statues gritting his teeth with anger at that dark witch and her swamp lizard for what happened to Rumal, but a lot of that anger was at himself for telling the gnome to cover him. ”I should of covered them, I should be the one dead…..” To focus on his inner turmoil he doesn’t join in the conversation and only breaks out of it when he notices the elf go outside. The dwarf follows trying to slip away without notice from the kender or Donner.
Stealth:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
Once they are out of earshot of the others the dwarf says to the Elf, ”Where ye be going pointy ears?” As he speaks he keeps one eye on the sky and one hand tapping his grandfathers warhammer for guidance.
Sorry for that late response works got me a little thrown off but should be all good now! Just played my silence into Dorum’s actions.
Durom lost in thought of his friends severe injuries, the dwarf tries to shake off the blame he wishes upon himself he tries to distract himself and looks towards the statues.
Dorum lost in thought staring at Rumal's Limpless body is startled by the elves shouts at him. "...yes yes, let me help. Janos be careful with our friend there, move inside quickly." He pulls out a hammer and two pitons, "Let us secure it, at least we'll have a warning." The dwarf trying to distract his despair by building this barrier.
Seeing what he does through the darkness the dwarf drops his crossbow and grasps his family warhammer and charges towards the dragon. Letting out a angered roar as he charges the dragon he is stopped and knocked back by the force of the creature flying up. The dwarf Looks up and yells, "I'LL HAVE YOUR HIDE AS MY BOOTS! THIS I PROMISE YOU WYRM!!" Then a single tear shows itself on the dwarves angered face then focuses on the his fallen friend. "Aye lad, I am but Rumal..."
"Aye I gotcha lad." Durom drops his crossbow letting it tangle off his side by the sling, then picks up his friend gentle and takes him to the closes cover. "Rummy provide us some cover!" He shouts at the gnome as he moves towards a shelter.
"Your not blind lad your just human, by Paladines blade is that a dragon." Grumbles the dwarf as he hefts up his repeating crossbow and lets loose a volley of bolts.
"Aye the elf is right, but dee prints could tell us more." The Dwarf slides off his pony and takes a longer look at the foot print. Gripping his crossbow close to him. "Janos I can tell you the elf speaks true, thats about all I notice."
Early at Camp.."Don'cha worry folks I found some swamp rats, we all deserve some fresh meat after the night we be having." He cooks up the meaty rodents and offers to who want some and if there is any left will salt it up for trail use. "Come on elf, you should have some it will put hair on your chin HAHA." Seeing to be in a better mood the dwarf gets to work on the cooking.
"Let me take a look at that map, I think I had one just like that but it went missing right before we all seperated..hmmm." The dwarf stares at the map and moves in to take a closer look.
"Traps right, thats what me dwarven eyes spotted as well. As for this place Xak Tsaroth, I don't know much about it. But I am going to see if I can catch some dinner so we don't need to use our supplies up." The dwarf hefts up his repeating crossbow and heads out into the wooded area. The members of the group that have known the dwarf to usually make one person go with him so he could blame them if he didn't catch anything. They know the dwarf needs to think of something.
As he stalks outside in the hunting grounds, he goes over in his mind of the other elves acclaim to the gods being back.
The dwarf stays quiet as he looks on at this army of gobbos mixed in with humans. He whispers, "By Reorx's anvil, why are there humans with these greenskins. Any of ye know who marches with them."
The dwarf stares onto the humans traveling with the goblins and tries to make out any symbols or coat of arms they might be displaying. "By the way I knew, gobbos didn't make those weapons."
The dwarf looks onto the weapon Sir Donner holds up to him, "Let me see lad, it does have the same look look to it." He takes a closer look at the blade seeing if its the same cheaply made weapon like the other gobbos had. And thinks about the weapon as he starts to help the human set up the bodies
Sorry about the delayed response guys.
Craft(Weapons):1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
After picking up his gear, the dwarf's face turns red in anger that he can't protect his home. "Rumal you speak the truth, let us hide and make it around this force. Will do better hiding and you better be right about the gods elf were taking a big risk." It's odd to the new comer that Durom understood the gnome pretty well.
We letting trap do the hide check for us, can I aid other with my stealth? If so 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
"You quick pests! I'll send yas back to whatever rat you worship." Durom grunts as he drops his crossbow and pulls out his warhammer. Though his swing goes wide
"Trap! What in the blasted mine are you babbling about Groundhogs for?!" The dwarf knowing the kender's eyes much keener then his quickly grabs his crossbow and readies himself for whatever these "groundhogs" are.
In the back, so I can keep an eye on everybody and to help the new ones from hearing his complaints about having to leave his beloved spiced potatoes again. *sniffle*
"Then we will seek out your proof at this place, I searched farther then that for the last 5 years. Good thing you caught me before, I truly took off me boots. Xak Tsaroth you say, I think Grandad told of that place..." Durom ponders for a moment.
Just a general Intelligence check for it:1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21
And a Knowledge(Religion):1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
Durom looks down at the gnome and nods approval to his cousin kin. "Good job lad, you prove that you got dwarven blood in your tree." He then looks back over to the pair of elves, "Seen that trick before, try again pointy ears." He growls.
His eyes stares out wandering if he could be telling the truth, Could this elf speak truth. Why wouldn't Reorx speak to him, like this claims cheeseleaf speaks this radical.
"I know it's a rare case, but I agree with you Donner. This one has no powers from tha gods, it only the bag that grants his power. And that smells of wizard trickery, if you wish to prove your power lad throw that bag to the side and show us this cheeseleaf's blessings upon you." Durom taunts the elf.
"Oh great another elf, thats just all we need right now." Durom mutters as he see's the newcomer. He holds his hammer tight and grumbles at the New elf "YOu with him pointy ears? Or might you be the curious sort?" The dwarf gains a smirk as he notices the elf let the kender behind him.
As kids Korso and Wyl ran in the same circles, gambling, picking fights and staying one step ahead of the guards. But when they got older, Wyl was recruited by Mr. Black and Korso by Estevoc. They haven’t seen much of one another in recent years for one reason or another. Then one day they were both tasked with a job by their respected employer to break into the same place (left opened) and acquire different items (or Korso could be looking for someone). They both had their own paths of ingress and egress and everything was going smoothly until they reached their goals and noticed one another then things went south. It turned out the mark knew Mr. Black was up to something so was expecting him, they ended up having to fight their way out together. Wyl failed at his mission while they were able to acquire Korso's before we left.
How does a alchemist(vivsectionist)/barbarian/magus sound?
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Round 1
Mutagen as a standard action (+4 alchemical bonus to STR)
Rage as a free action (+4 morale bonus to STR & CON)
Round 2
Cast Enlarge Person as part of an attack
Maybe sneak attack as part of attack
Round 3
Become enlarged (+2 size bonus to STR -2 DEX)
Cast Bull's Strength as part of an attack (+4 enchantment bonus to STR)
