Ergrin Stonefist's page

"Say, miss. You look like you might have a little dwarf in yuh ... No? Would you like one?"

I love playing as a Human.

Elves, half-elves and half-orcs are tolerable.
I despise dwarves, gnomes and halflings.

Does this make me a racist?

Maybe I just have something against short and squatty characters.
Is there a word for that?

"You don't look that tall yourself, Shadow13. Maybe you've got a little dwarf in you? ... No? ... Would you like one?"

It's not my turn or something, is it?

1d20+4, 1d2+3=[10, 4]=14, [1, 3]=4

Ergrin will attempt to move closer and throw a shuriken at one of the hobgoblins. Can he get to T19?

Ergrin attempts to take out one of the hobgoblins with his shurikens but doesn't do to well.

1d20+2=4, 1d2+3=4, 1d20+2=5, 1d2+3=4

Right. Surprise round. I can't flurry anyhow. I choose not to charge.

Hugo Solis wrote:

Although I hear that hardcore dwarf-on-dwarf pr0n may get slightly censored...

Awww... you're no fun! ;)

Ahhh... so I can put me clothes back on then?

"I would've thrown a stone to wake 'im, and let 'im do our work for us. But, hey, I guess this could work too." mutters Ergrin as he follows behind the other two. Ergrin attacks with his stone fists, pounding on the man-bull.

1d20+4=16, 1d8+3=4, 1d20+4=12, 1d8+3=10

Initiative:1d20+1=12

I'm sorry, where are we on the map?

Alexei catches Ergrin's attention and grins. Military experience has made him adept at motioning actions; he uses this knack with Ergrin now, indicating with gestures that the two of them should:

Trail Kin Lur stealthily (points to Kin Lur, makes fingers of one hand "walk," then points to self and Ergrin with other hand and makes it follow the first hand),

keep to the shadows (points at patches of darkness on the way there and pantomimes tiptoeing), but

stay close enough to the halfling to immediately intervene if he should be attacked (measuring distance motion with arms, with distance closing) .

He makes eye contact with Ergrin to verify that the monk follows the import of his gesturing.

Mijanor, Augrok, Ur, Vykos, and the kid should stay put (points to them and holds hand up in a STOP gesture, points to ground where Mijanor is standing) .

Indicating Jorr, Alexei motions tiptoing and lifts an eyebrow in a silent question: "Can you sneak well?"

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Kirth Gersen (Alexei's player) wrote:

Man, this would be a lot easier at a table in person, where I could just make the daggone gestures!

Ergrin nods to indicate he understood perfectly. He follows as quietly as a ghost.

Stealth check: 1d20+3=23 Whoops. Stealth is +8. That should be 28 not 23.

Alexei knows not to leave uncleared areas behind him; he motions Kin Lur to peek in the doorway of the shed, while he and Ergrin stand by as backup. He also points to the half-orc and bear, points to his eyes, and then points to the ruined keep, attempting to indicate that the half-orc and bear should continue to watch for attacks from there.

Vykos and Augrok have no stealth; why are they with the scouting party? Leaving Mijanor and the kid by themselves?? That's like flashing a neon sign saying "INVADERS HERE ... PLEASE KILL DEFENSELESS CLERIC!"

Ergin hesitates but realizes it is safer to only send one person up ahead. He will wait with Alexei.

Ergrin looks and listens for any sign of movement but he has something in his eye ... and ears. 1d20+10=16

Ergrin has no objections.

Ergrin grins at the suggestion that 'a few of us sneak in' and attempts to calm himself and tune in to his environment.

Final round of RPG Superstar. Remember to vote.

Dungeon Master Drax wrote:

Long into the afternoon the party travels up the Dawn Way. At this point in the road, the Witch Wood forest crowds upon both shoulders of the Way. Before sunset approaches, Jorr finally points out your destination.

Looming out of the shadowy woods ahead is a forlorn sight - a ruined keep. The old castle sits on a small rocky hillock, and you can catch glimpses of a broken tower between the trees. A moss-covered stone at the side of the road you are following marks a footpath that looks like it leads up to the keep.

"This be the only way up to the keep aside from striding through the woods," Jorr whispers. "From here on out, best be as quiet as possible 'til we cross swords."

Make any necessary preparations. The keep is about 5 minutes up the path.

"Torag can be makin it so we don't make a sound or if'n ya know where the lookout is he could be silenced. Can't do nothin aboot em seein us though. Someone quiet want to go get a lay o' the land or maybe put a knife in the lookouts throat?"

He's offering to cast silence on us (though it make communication difficult) or on whoever will raise the alarm. He also channels positive enery to get rid of fatigue and the remains of the damage the hydra did: 2d6=9

Ergrin steps forward quietly. "I'm quiet. See. You didn't even hear me stepping forward. ... Did you?"

Egrin stares at his cousin and tries not to feel envious. He reminds himself that dwarven lust for material things distracts from the inward seeking quest: 'Mine the mountain, or be the mountain. That is the choice.'

Ergrin Stonefist wrote:

"What was that?" says Ergrin, his usually calm exterior clearly shaken.

Impressed, Mijanor chuckles, "That! Was ya clearly teachin this forsaken by the gods thing the meanin o' bein on a wrong side o' a dwarf. Ack, they don't smell to be good eatin neither." Mijanor steps around and examines everyones wounds. Seeing that they are no more than scratches at this point he grunts satisfied that they are ready to continue. With obvious dislike and a touch of nervousness he keeps a fair distance between himself and the water and double-checking his footing.

Ergrin glows at the compliment from his cousin.

He looks at the humans working their way through the swamp to the wagon, "You know Mijanor. One advantage of being a foot shorter is that they don't ask us to do that kind of thing."

To be sure, he adds more loudly, "Looks deep. Over my head."

Ergrin deftly steps under the creatures snapping jaws and delivers a mountain-shattering punch. The creature reels and begins coughing blood in five directions. With a final spasm it lurches towards the party and collapses. Augrok's ball of fire begins to consume the corpse.

"Hmm. Don't see many of them this far west in the swamp," Jorr grumbles as he inspects his bow for defects, "but I be guessin' this heat'll be doin' strange things."

Before moving on, decide on any other course of action.

"What was that?" says Ergrin, his usually calm exterior clearly shaken.

Ergrin attacks the snake with two powerful kicks.

First attack is 15 for 9 points of damage if a hit // second attack in flurry is an 11 for 11 points of damage.1d20+4=15, 1d20+4=11, 1d8+3=9, 1d8+3=11

EDIT: Okay, with bless, first attack is 16 for 9 points of damage if a hit // second attack in flurry is an 12 for 11 points of damage. Now, quit with the head-knocking.

Wonderful. It be about time.

Now, if ye remember to give some love to dwarven monks, the Stonefist clan would be thankin' ye kindly.

EDIT: Ninja'd by me cousin Amyrta!

Sorry for my delay of game.

Ergrin: Do you take your readied action? Tarren may be a tad busy...

Yes, Ergrin takes his readied action.

Congrats Jeroim. Ya gotta love a dwarven monk.

Aye!

Remember to vote guys!

Posting in advance of resolution of Augrok's turn:

Ergrin, though slightly too relaxed, has attempted to keep alert at all times. 1d20+1=16

Ergrin whistles quietly to himself unable to think of anything else he needs to do.

"Well? Are we expecting the goblins to come to us or are we going after them?" asks Ergrin displaying the impatience that forced him into the monastery of Stonefist monks so very many years ago.

Jorr Natherson wrote:

"Hundred gold gets you me not leaving when the gettin's good. But I be 'spectin' that the bastard in charge of these scum is somebody right strong or clever. Hobbos respect prowess. And from what I gathered they don't like talkin' 'bout their leader much. Means they're afraid of him."

Just to be clear, according to Jorr, Vraath Keep and the "Goblin Camp" are one and the same.

For some reason was reading it as two different places but clear now, thanks.

"Then ye be in it fer the long 'aul then? Good. Knowin whatcha know aboot this 'ere woods an the like I say we be with a touch o the sunsickness if we donna hire ye. What say the rest o ya?"

Ergrin nods his assent.

((Off-screen casting of 'Goodberry' to cover Augrok and Ur's missing of breakfast. 6 resulting, 4 left. Anyone?))

"Oh! Berries! I love berries!" exclaims Ergrin excitedly forgetting about his 'invisibility'.

If someone more inclined to be a "face" wants to step in, feel free. Kin Lur's not likely to hide much.

Ergrin hangs back, hiding in plain sight. 'I'm invisible!' he thinks to himself.

Ergrin remains still and tries to think non-threatening thoughts.

'Dogs. Dogs are good. I like dogs. I like dogs. I like dog. No! I like dogs. I like dogs.'

Leaving his quarterstaff on the ground and keeping his hands clearly visible, Ergrin, wordlessly glides towards the cabin. Once he is 5' distance he pauses and listens.

Stealth then perception: 1d20+8=27, 1d20+10=26

Ergin keeps lookin' around and listenin' carefully.

I bet if you asked a dwarf woman you would find some who really dig that crossbow wielding dwarf.

And some dwarf men too.

Is male dwarven beefcake "beardcake"?

No, 'beardcake' is kind of a dwarven equivalent of 'lembas' but not nearly as palatable.

Ergrin will take the rear and keep his ears open.

PERCEPTION: 1d20+10=16

Ergrin stays alert and at peace.

Mijanor Firehammer wrote:

Mijanor shrugs, "Shorter be good but so be cavin in more gobbo skulls."

"Better to learn of the beast's heart and strike it there decisively than to waste time striking at its claws. I'm in favor of moving through the woods, hopefully undetected by the hobgoblins." Looking around, he adds, "But I'm not an expert with goblinkin. I'll defer to the group's decision, but it seems we should think of this as a large beast rather than a large group of smaller creatures and plan accordingly."

"Through the woods," says Ergrin. "If our mounts can manage."

KaeYoss wrote:

Is that even a real name, "Stone fist"?

Sounds like someone with really clumsy hands, unable to craft even the simplest tool, let alone arms and armour, and thus forced to fight without any weapons or protection. ;-P

Aye, 'tis true, me hands are clumsy at fine craftwork, to my mother and father's shame.

But as me brother and I can attest...we don't need a weapon to hurt ye.

Word.

Is that even a real name, "Stone fist"?

Sounds like someone with really clumsy hands, unable to craft even the simplest tool, let alone arms and armour, and thus forced to fight without any weapons or protection. ;-P

You'd best be watching your tongue no-beard. The Stonefists are as immovable as the mountain and as powerful as an avalanche.

Ergrin Stonefist wrote:

"You could ride 'Ergrin,' cousin," says Ergrin helpfully. "He's a good slow moving mount."

Ergrin recieves a punch in the arm for his trouble which with his training he probably deftly dodges. "I be knowin chur slow but it wasn't in how fast ye walk that I was meanin. Any more "'elp" from ye and I'll be knockin ye in the 'ead with me 'ammer."

Ergrin shrugs and tugs on 'Ergrin's' reins. "As you wish, cousin."

Invisible castle down so I rolled at home for the survival check 18+3(wis)=21

"You could ride 'Ergrin,' cousin," says Ergrin helpfully. "He's a good slow moving mount."

I believe my cousin just woke up in a tavern continuing the conversation of the night before. Not the first time a dwarf has done that. Not the first time this week.

DM:

Ergrin gazes around the room, trying to gain some insight into the character of this halfling wizard.

Perception (1d20+10=22)

I'm confused. Have we rejoined the others yet? Are we all together or seperate?

Ergrin Stonefist wrote:

Mijanor Firehammer wrote:

Ergrin Stonefist wrote:

"Taking out a few patrols will warn them that they are being hunted. Is there a way too do that without tipping them off? To make them thing the patrols have left of their own accord? Perhaps some subterfuge?"

Mijanor shrugs, "Not much of the skulkin around type. Prefer to hit 'em 'ard and alot but ifin ye can pull it off I'll get chur back."

"To do that, we'll need to travel fast and know where we're going. If we are going to take out more than one patrol before they have a chance to know we're coming, then we'll need horses and eyes in the sky. You don't suppose that Augrok can talk to birds, do you? I've heard that his type can."

Mijanor snorts, "I'm not needin any animal to be carryin me around so I can fall off and be breakin my neck. If'n ya ask me that poor half-breed be a lil too close to 'is animals if'n ya know what I mean but aye 'e might be able to get some birds on our side." Mijanor sighs, "I like 'im but 'e always be remindin me o why we be needin to get rid o the gobbo's ever chance we be gettin."

Ergrin remains silent for a moment uncertain of how to respond.

"Well, I'm not seein' as how we'd be blinding the fort without speed of movement. Fer a small number of warriors tuh take on a larger group will be requirin' being where we are not and not being where we are," says Ergrin thoughtfully. "And then, when they look for us where we are not being, we'll be required to not be where we are now not and instead be where we once were if you catch my meaning. But, if yuh can do that without ridin' a horse, yer a better dwarf than me."

"Ah, ferget it cousin, we're just overthinkin' it, aren't we. Let's just be gettin' out in the countryside and killin' gobbos."

Ergrin Stonefist wrote:

"Taking out a few patrols will warn them that they are being hunted. Is there a way too do that without tipping them off? To make them thing the patrols have left of their own accord? Perhaps some subterfuge?"

Mijanor shrugs, "Not much of the skulkin around type. Prefer to hit 'em 'ard and alot but ifin ye can pull it off I'll get chur back."

"To do that, we'll need to travel fast and know where we're going. If we are going to take out more than one patrol before they have a chance to know we're coming, then we'll need horses and eyes in the sky. You don't suppose that Augrok can talk to birds, do you? I've heard that his type can."

Ergrin Stonefist wrote:

Mijanor Firehammer wrote:

Pointing at the map, "Drellin's Ferry be the place we be and 'ere at the keep is where the gobbo's most likely be."

Ergrin ignores the gamblers and tries to make sense of the map. "So, cousin, what are we to do? Taking a keep may be difficult even by stealth."

"Aye, that be the short of it but gobbo's are not bright and even less so when ya give 'em a good reason to be mad. We go around takin out Gobbo patrols and make 'em blind, then see what we can draw out. Too bad we don't be 'avin the Master Masons around. I'd place all me gold on the fact those keep walls be crushin the gobbo's inside right quick."

"Taking out a few patrols will warn them that they are being hunted. Is there a way too do that without tipping them off? To make them thing the patrols have left of their own accord? Perhaps some subterfuge?"