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Male Monk 4/Champion 1 | AC 18 T 18 FF 14 | HP 22/57 | F +6 R +7 W +4 | Init +3 | Perc +10

Elta looks at Halleck and says without boast or pride, simply stating a fact, "The desert belongs to the Fremen. Anyone on this planet who doesn't know that is a fool and underestimates us."


Male Monk 4/Champion 1 | AC 18 T 18 FF 14 | HP 22/57 | F +6 R +7 W +4 | Init +3 | Perc +10

Elta stood and waited for the inspection to end.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16


Male Monk 4/Champion 1 | AC 18 T 18 FF 14 | HP 22/57 | F +6 R +7 W +4 | Init +3 | Perc +10

Elta watches the man approach Kasit and question him and watches intently.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19


Male Monk 4/Champion 1 | AC 18 T 18 FF 14 | HP 22/57 | F +6 R +7 W +4 | Init +3 | Perc +10

Elta quietly gets out of the truck and moves over next to the others from the truck.


Male Monk 4/Champion 1 | AC 18 T 18 FF 14 | HP 22/57 | F +6 R +7 W +4 | Init +3 | Perc +10

Elta goes to the truck and grabs a hold of it and swings in. He looks at the others when they get in and says "Let's see if this trip gets any more exciting."


Male Monk 4/Champion 1 | AC 18 T 18 FF 14 | HP 22/57 | F +6 R +7 W +4 | Init +3 | Perc +10

Knowledges aren't Elta's thing. I have History and that is it so any DC greater than 10 he's useless.


Male Monk 4/Champion 1 | AC 18 T 18 FF 14 | HP 22/57 | F +6 R +7 W +4 | Init +3 | Perc +10

Elta looks directly at the one with the stained lips and says "We heard a thopter come in and appear to do a drop. After the previous trouble we alerted the guards here and headed out into the desert and hid. When the troop arrived we ambushed them. The one on Borak activated a shield. The one I fought was on drugs, I could smell them. He grabbed me. That was a mistake. I quickly killed him. The others dispatched theirs. I heard the one Borak fought say something. Then the corpses blew up. Next I heard the thopter coming back on an attack run and yelled for everyone to disperse. It launched a missile at killed and wounded many." Elta nods when finished.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27
Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25


Male Monk 4/Champion 1 | AC 18 T 18 FF 14 | HP 22/57 | F +6 R +7 W +4 | Init +3 | Perc +10

Elta managed to move far enough away to take minor damage. He moves back in to see who needs help.

Missile: 1d100 ⇒ 22 Damage: 2d6 ⇒ (3, 5) = 8


Male Monk 4/Champion 1 | AC 18 T 18 FF 14 | HP 22/57 | F +6 R +7 W +4 | Init +3 | Perc +10

Elta looks up and yells "Incoming thopter missile attack! Spread out!" He then heads due west to try and spread the group out.


Male Monk 4/Champion 1 | AC 18 T 18 FF 14 | HP 22/57 | F +6 R +7 W +4 | Init +3 | Perc +10

Elta looks to the now retreating troops and says [b]"Jarrlo troops! Head more toward their drop off point."[b] He then angles toward where he thinks the troops will soon be.

40' movement speed and running

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21


Male Monk 4/Champion 1 | AC 18 T 18 FF 14 | HP 22/57 | F +6 R +7 W +4 | Init +3 | Perc +10

Seeing the man has his held close, Elta smiles and then unleashes a flurry of blows against the man.

Unarmed Strike Flurry 1 PA: 1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (20) + 9 - 2 = 27 Damage: 1d8 + 6 + 1 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 + 1 + 6 = 16
Unarmed Strike Flurry 2 PA: 1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (19) + 9 - 2 = 26 Damage: 1d8 + 4 + 1 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 4 + 1 + 6 = 18
Unarmed Strike Flurry Ki PA: 1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (7) + 9 - 2 = 14 Damage: 1d8 + 4 + 1 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 1 + 6 = 13
Unarmed Strike Sudden Attack PA: 1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (3) + 9 - 2 = 10 Damage: 1d8 + 4 + 1 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 4 + 1 + 6 = 18

Unarmed Strike Flurry 1 PA Crit Confirm: 1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (18) + 9 - 2 = 25 Damage: 1d8 + 6 + 1 + 18 ⇒ (1) + 6 + 1 + 18 = 26


Male Monk 4/Champion 1 | AC 18 T 18 FF 14 | HP 22/57 | F +6 R +7 W +4 | Init +3 | Perc +10
GM_Panic wrote:
Elta Tabr wrote:

Elta arises from the sands silent as a shadow and attacks the man quietly and swiftly trying to hit him in the back of the head to stun him.

Unarmed Strike Stunning Fist DC 15: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27 Damage: 1d8 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 6 + 1 = 10

Your fist finds his side, but he grabs your hand, holding it in place, and with his own blade stabs you back with the other.

Str roll grapple 1d20+13 = STR ROLL DC23 to brake free

Sardaukar trooper B TH 1d20+12+4 Pos CRIT 1d20+12 DMG 2d6+4+4d6

Sardaukar trooper B HP 40/50

Elta He looks you in your eyes with an evil grin, its the face of a killer, you can smell the drugs he must be on. You take 27 DMG, As he pulls the blade out to stab you again unless you can brake free.

Since I hit him with a stunning fist he need to make that dc 15 fort save or he's stunned.


Male Monk 4/Champion 1 | AC 18 T 18 FF 14 | HP 22/57 | F +6 R +7 W +4 | Init +3 | Perc +10

Elta arises from the sands silent as a shadow and attacks the man quietly and swiftly trying to hit him in the back of the head to stun him.

Unarmed Strike Stunning Fist DC 15: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27 Damage: 1d8 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 6 + 1 = 10


Male Monk 4/Champion 1 | AC 18 T 18 FF 14 | HP 22/57 | F +6 R +7 W +4 | Init +3 | Perc +10

Elta is one with the sand and it whispers the secrets of the surface to him.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30


Male Monk 4/Champion 1 | AC 18 T 18 FF 14 | HP 22/57 | F +6 R +7 W +4 | Init +3 | Perc +10

Elta finds a place in the sands and settles in. Waiting for the enemy to come to him. His breathing is slow and rhythmic almost not there.

Stealth: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29
Stealth: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13


Male Monk 4/Champion 1 | AC 18 T 18 FF 14 | HP 22/57 | F +6 R +7 W +4 | Init +3 | Perc +10

Elta says "Wake up the truck guards and have them tell the local Limir guards what is coming in. The sands are ours. We should take them out in the sands so the don't see us. Hit the from the side if we can though, not head on. Get ahead of them and hide and when they are on top of us kill them."


Male Monk 4/Champion 1 | AC 18 T 18 FF 14 | HP 22/57 | F +6 R +7 W +4 | Init +3 | Perc +10

Elta says "I think you are right. Best to camp with the truck and set a watch. I doubt they will come after us in town but you never know."


Male Monk 4/Champion 1 | AC 18 T 18 FF 14 | HP 22/57 | F +6 R +7 W +4 | Init +3 | Perc +10

Elta says "We have been offered to continue on with the convoy. That may be our best bet for now and now we know to look out for an ambush."


Male Monk 4/Champion 1 | AC 18 T 18 FF 14 | HP 22/57 | F +6 R +7 W +4 | Init +3 | Perc +10

Good luck with your operation.


Male Monk 4/Champion 1 | AC 18 T 18 FF 14 | HP 22/57 | F +6 R +7 W +4 | Init +3 | Perc +10

Elta quietly emerges from the sand and gets behind one of the smugglers and quickly lashes out with a chop and a kick.

Unarmed Strike Flurry 1 PA: 1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (8) + 9 - 2 = 15 Damage: 1d8 + 6 + 1 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 + 1 + 6 = 16
Unarmed Strike Flurry 2 PA: 1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (18) + 9 - 2 = 25 Damage: 1d8 + 4 + 1 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 1 + 6 = 17


Male Monk 4/Champion 1 | AC 18 T 18 FF 14 | HP 22/57 | F +6 R +7 W +4 | Init +3 | Perc +10

Elta comes out of her meditation and looks around. He says "I see the storm is over. Trouble huh?" He then gets out and heads to one of the sand dunes and hides.

Survival: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17

Stealth: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30


Male Monk 4/Champion 1 | AC 18 T 18 FF 14 | HP 22/57 | F +6 R +7 W +4 | Init +3 | Perc +10

Elta continues meditating in the truck.


Male Monk 4/Champion 1 | AC 18 T 18 FF 14 | HP 22/57 | F +6 R +7 W +4 | Init +3 | Perc +10

Elta works hard and moves items from one truck to the other. When that is finished he gets into the back of the truck and makes as comfortable space as he can for himself.

He looks to the others in the back with him and smiles. "Well" he says "It looks like we are going to be here for a while. I am going to meditate. I will use less air that way. To bring me out just say 'Elta' and I will awaken."


Male Monk 4/Champion 1 | AC 18 T 18 FF 14 | HP 22/57 | F +6 R +7 W +4 | Init +3 | Perc +10

Elta sees the man is out of his element and is earnest about getting opinions. Elta then thinks for a moment about how to survive a storm.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23
Survival: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26


Male Monk 4/Champion 1 | AC 18 T 18 FF 14 | HP 22/57 | F +6 R +7 W +4 | Init +3 | Perc +10

Elta looks at the trucks and says "Either the front or the rear will get hit. I'll take rear."


Male Monk 4/Champion 1 | AC 18 T 18 FF 14 | HP 22/57 | F +6 R +7 W +4 | Init +3 | Perc +10

Elta nods and says "Finding a way to Atoric should be first priority I think."


Male Monk 4/Champion 1 | AC 18 T 18 FF 14 | HP 22/57 | F +6 R +7 W +4 | Init +3 | Perc +10

Elta gathers his few belongings and purchases some food and a tent for the journey. He lines up with the others and is ready for their first test together.


Male Monk 4/Champion 1 | AC 18 T 18 FF 14 | HP 22/57 | F +6 R +7 W +4 | Init +3 | Perc +10

Elta looks a bit stumped for the moment and shrugs. He then says "I doubt a Spice Guild spy is standing around with a sign that says what he is. Anyone have any ideas on trying to track one down? I know we can't go back to the village we were just in."


Male Monk 4/Champion 1 | AC 18 T 18 FF 14 | HP 22/57 | F +6 R +7 W +4 | Init +3 | Perc +10

Once family is done, Elta approaches the body. He looks down and says "I didn't know Ghir long, but he was a very important part of my life. He helped set Ethan and I free from the outworlders. I take this paracompus to remind me of the freedom he gave me, the freedom to roam this world."


Male Monk 4/Champion 1 | AC 18 T 18 FF 14 | HP 22/57 | F +6 R +7 W +4 | Init +3 | Perc +10

Elta watches as Ghir loses his battle to control himself. He bows his head solemnly and silently thanks Ghir for rescuing him. When bid to leave he heads out of the room.


Male Monk 4/Champion 1 | AC 18 T 18 FF 14 | HP 22/57 | F +6 R +7 W +4 | Init +3 | Perc +10

You all have been busy today. First time on the board today and there were 12 in discussion and 5 or so in gameplay.


Male Monk 4/Champion 1 | AC 18 T 18 FF 14 | HP 22/57 | F +6 R +7 W +4 | Init +3 | Perc +10

Elta steps forward and puts his hand out and into the box. Using his knowledge of surviving in the desert heat and sand he battles pulling his hand out of the box but doesn't.

Survival: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (16) + 11 = 27


Male Monk 4/Champion 1 | AC 18 T 18 FF 14 | HP 22/57 | F +6 R +7 W +4 | Init +3 | Perc +10

Elta rests up just happy to not have anyone adding any more bumps and bruises for a few hours. The journey here certainly added a few more.

Elta turns to the others and says "How are we going to get the crates onto the worms?" When the time comes he helps in getting the worms.

Survival: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26


Male Monk 4/Champion 1 | AC 18 T 18 FF 14 | HP 22/57 | F +6 R +7 W +4 | Init +3 | Perc +10

Elta stops and breaths deeply after that dash. He doesn't notice much around him as he looks around astonished there was a seal here.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14


Male Monk 4/Champion 1 | AC 18 T 18 FF 14 | HP 22/57 | F +6 R +7 W +4 | Init +3 | Perc +10

Elta continues on toward the rocks.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22


Male Monk 4/Champion 1 | AC 18 T 18 FF 14 | HP 22/57 | F +6 R +7 W +4 | Init +3 | Perc +10

Elta gets out of the truck and starts dragging the crate away. He says "That was some good driving. We all came out alive. I wonder if we can flip it back over and continue."


Male Monk 4/Champion 1 | AC 18 T 18 FF 14 | HP 22/57 | F +6 R +7 W +4 | Init +3 | Perc +10

Elta hears about their guests remains quiet in the back hidden among the crates. When they are dropped he makes himself ready for the impact. He shouts "Brace yourself!"

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23


Male Monk 4/Champion 1 | AC 18 T 18 FF 14 | HP 22/57 | F +6 R +7 W +4 | Init +3 | Perc +10

I was of the impression that fremen viewed all fremen as some sort of family and it was fremen against the outworlders. I could be wrong but leaving them to die due to the Harkonnan's actions seems harsh.

I'm not saying stop and pick them up but more get out of sight and then pick them up. Unless we are pursued.


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Male Monk 4/Champion 1 | AC 18 T 18 FF 14 | HP 22/57 | F +6 R +7 W +4 | Init +3 | Perc +10

I think we need to talk about the shield wall a little. It is not a wall. It is a set of rocky mountains or cliffs up to about 4600 meters high. They are marked on the world map.

That being said the village does have a wall or fence around it according to it's map. It looks like it only has the one gate out.


Male Monk 4/Champion 1 | AC 18 T 18 FF 14 | HP 22/57 | F +6 R +7 W +4 | Init +3 | Perc +10

Elta gets into the back of the truck assuming there is no room in the front and begins to hide himself. He says to the others "Let's get out of here before we have to fight off more than we can kill. Anyone know how to use a lasgun if it comes to that?"

Stealth: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28


Male Monk 4/Champion 1 | AC 18 T 18 FF 14 | HP 22/57 | F +6 R +7 W +4 | Init +3 | Perc +10

Elta says emphatically, "The sooner we are out of the place of debauchery and disgust the better!"


Male Monk 4/Champion 1 | AC 18 T 18 FF 14 | HP 22/57 | F +6 R +7 W +4 | Init +3 | Perc +10

Elta pulls on Aliyan's hand and says "We go with them." To their rescusers he says "We owe you a water debt and will help however we can."

Full Name

Mark Chance

Race

American

Classes/Levels

theologian 2/lovegod 2

Gender

Male

Size

Just the Right

Age

44

Special Abilities

Alcohol Tolerance, Biting Remark, Understate Situation

Alignment

Lawful Good with Sarcastic Tendencies

Deity

God in Three Persons

Location

Houston, Texas

Languages

English, some Latin

Occupation

Writer, Teacher

Homepage URL

http://spesmagna.com/

Strength 11
Dexterity 11
Constitution 10
Intelligence 16
Wisdom 13
Charisma 12

About Spes Magna Mark

Ludo; ergo sum. I play; therefore, I am. That might seem a bit silly, but isn’t gaming a great way to make friends with whom to share good times and grand adventures? I know it has been for me.

More than 30 years ago in a desk at Landrum Middle School, I discovered the Dungeons & Dragons basic rulebook and a graph paper map of a hand-drawn dungeon done with a blue-ink ball-point pen. I shared this treasure with Fred Hawkins, my dearest friend and longest gaming partner. That “finders keepers” moment turned into decades of gaming ranging across dozens of different systems. Throughout D&D remained the cornerstone of my gaming and social life. Except for my wife, all of my best friends have been gamers. Together, we laugh and share a vision of heroism and an escape from grind of the workaday world. Today, as a husband and father, I groom the next generation of gamer. Stalwart adventurers will oppose the remorseless forces of evil long after I no longer have the wherewithal to roll a d20.

Good triumphs. That is the heart and soul of my gaming and the raison d’être for Spes Magna Games. Grab those dice! Gird your loins! Tonight, evil loses!

Of course, after reading all that, you might be wondering who I am. Well, my name is Mark L. Chance. I’ve been involved in roleplaying games since circa 1978. Aside from being an avid gamer, I enjoyed a productive stint a freelance writer for Fantasy Flight Games and have done some projects for Cracked Mirror Publishing as well.

When not focusing on Spes Magna Games projects, I play with my children and wife, watch movies, and read, especially history. I game about every other weekend as a charter member of Man Day Adventures. I’m also a member of the Texas State Historical Association