Ezekiel Bane's page

As you very well see, I am a Hellknight and serve the cause of law unto death. Hence, I would love to join any PBP with open-minded individuals willing to overlook distinction of race, color, creed and faction.

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I posted an attack; please see my post above.

Bane moves to the nearest goblin and attacks.

attack and damage1d20 + 12 ⇒ (12) + 12 = 241d8 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

if the goblin is still alive then Bane initiates Cornugon SmashIntimidate (free action)1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11

Bane, confident in his metal skin, waits for his foes to initiate their assault.

Perception1d20 + 11 ⇒ (19) + 11 = 30
Initiative1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

Bane prepares for battle, and unslings his shield and readies his mace.

Bane follows the merry band.

Brother Dumpling seeing Bane straighten in the ready, to Bane:I believe he was talking to the actual soldiers not us pressed men my new friend.

to Grent:I'm almost certain that is the man you were looking for gesturing to the medaled man.

He then takes the final bite of the cheese Wildfen had handed him previously.

"Oh, don't worry about it. Might as well know if we can form a straight line."

Bane is the first one to stand at attention and to form a line. He looks to his left indicating to his companions the direction the line will take.

For Straehan

Bane observes his new companions.

Sense Motive1d20 + 11 ⇒ (19) + 11 = 30

Detect Chaos on!

A halfling looks up. He's quite plump, and a silver symbol of Shelyn glitters on his chest. He is dressed in the garb of a monk, but armour is easy to see underneath. He leans upon a glowing staff, and smiles merrily.
"So, Ezekiel, you are uninterested in being here? I would have thought a soldier like yourself would be eager for a battle."
He pulls out a hunk of cheese and takes a bite out of it. The monk makes what has to be an exaggerated look of disgust and horror as he gulps it down. "My manners are dulled by the awful food they provide, though. My name is Widfen Tomal, but you can call me Brother Widfen."

"I enjoy a battle as much any other bloke, but my business requires me to be elsewhere soonest."

Straehan looks at Bane seriously, gauging how his profession may sit with his new acquaintance, "No. I'm a Sorcerer... dagger-throwing is more of a hobby."

Sense Motive (to see how Bane and Jonin react to his being a Sorcerer) 1d20+8

"We have signi... um battlemages where I come from. So what sort of battle magic can we expect from you? Can you call down fire upon our enemies?"

"Well, I might make our enemies as proficient with a sword as I, among other things. The name's Jonin Sheld." he says, "Well met Bane."

"I'm going to assume that making our foes as competent as you in swordplay is a good thing for. So well met, Jonin Sheld."

"Bah, he needs to learn fast. I hear that the enemy is less than a day away."

"And you, what can you do? Are you a knife thrower of some kind?"

So far, the witch, the hellknight and the sorcerer have entered their appearances.

"You are very wise, Straehan. Yes, the pointy end is supposed to go into the other person but you should have added that a sword also has a blade, which you can use for slashing."

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Pardon Bane if he is a bit caustic with his remarks, no diplomacy this one.

"Then what are you good at, stranger?" quips Bane, as he makes a few practice swings with his heavy mace, the plates of his armor clanking noisily.

Bane waits a few moments before continuing.

"Since we shall be fighting together, it's best we know each others' names so at least when the fighting starts I don't have to shout: 'Hey, stranger!'"

"I am Ezekiel. But for brevity's sake, call me by my family name: Bane."

Bane lookss like the typical fullplated heavy foot soldier
except that he also has a fine cloak over his shoulders.

"I've business elsewhere so the sooner we finish this little war the better."

Ready.

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