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Sorry for not getting in a story. I meant to post earlier that I would not be able to. I've got plenty on my plate and I don't think I have the time to make this game what it should be if I was chosen to participate. Thanks for the chance though and good luck.

Yeah, I remember that. I took down the dragon on two different occasions. First with an ancient Elven paladin archer and the second time with a witch who was going to take control of the dragon's body after she trapped it's soul away.

And you're right, this game should be about the story. Thusly I made this character as opposed to another.

A healing cleric could one shot the big guy with some preparation time.

If I rebuilt my character, I could have him do it by himself or with his cohort. Whichever is preferred.

I introduce to you Fafhrd and Caecilia. Their backgrounds are not updated yet, but I envision them being rather protective of each other. Especially Fafhrd of Caecilia considering he is by far hardier than she.

Please let me know if there is anything that needs to be fixed about either character.

I'm sorry, but I get the feeling I should back out of this campaign. I've only been a hindrance to you all for the most part in my lack of stability. I'll give it another go if you want, but that's up to all of you.

"'Tis as they've said. I work at the bar brewing drinks and shifting a bit of the more rowdy patrons out the door to prevent any trouble. Unfortunately it seems trouble shows itself whether you want it to or not."

"These creatures were attacking the innocent and we stepped forward to defend ourselves sir," Fafhrd would say as he placed the top of his Avari Maul upon the ground so as not to appear a threat.

Forcing himself to calm down, Fafhrd would start to breath heavily as he looked around for anymore enemies.

If the beast is still up, Fafhrd will move into Viktor's spot and attack.

If not, he'll attack whichever humanoid is still up and closest to him.

With a fierce roar, Fafhrd would attempt to bring his Avari Maul down upon his foe...

Rage

Attack 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (3) + 13 = 16
Damage 3d6 + 13 ⇒ (2, 1, 6) + 13 = 22

Fafhrd would swig a Bull's Strength extract and then move up to the closest humanoid.

Fafhrd, not one for torture, had resigned himself to a corner in an attempt to try and keep his temper so that he did not wind up killing their last source of information. However, as the roars started to ring clearly in his ears, the big man straightened and raised a vial to his lips to quaff it contents down.

Shield - AC 19

Then, letting the vial go to shatter upon the floor, he would raise his maul in preparation for the fight.

"Finally, something to take my anger out on."

Sorry, I've been rather busy with a new job and my weekend had some major downsides, including my grandmother, whom I live with, lost her twin brother. So I'll have a post up soon.

Fafhrd nod in agreement. "Unless if they managed to turn invisible and sneak past us, a secret route out would be most likely answer. And the note could be a bluff. However, if its not..." Fafhrd's knuckles would go white as his grip on his maul tightened. "They'll surely wish they had."

His part said, he would start around the room to search for any secret route out of the room.

Perception - Taking 20 for a 30 total.

I will be busy this week, but more on the terms of my vehicle breaking down than the Fourth of July holiday coming up. Temperatures are pretty much decimating a lot of people's ability to set off fireworks around where I'm at as it is anyways.

Oh, my apologies. When I saw Int, my mind went to Initiative for some reason. Perhaps I should start getting a bit more sleep.

Int:

1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

If no one posts by later tonight I'll likely post again.

That had escaped me me while I was catching up before.

Will do on the Sunder attempts. Didn't realize how reinforced the door was. Going to hang back on posting for a moment to allow some others time to act as well.

"No door shall bar me!" Fafhrd would shout as he swung back once more, arms stretched out to achieve the maximum amount of leverage as he stepped back and swung with all his might to the side so that he would not have to worry about clipping the floor as he allowed his building anger to overcome him.

Enter rage

Attack 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13
Damage 3d6 + 10 ⇒ (6, 5, 1) + 10 = 22

"I shall not be denied," Fafhrd would growl as he swings the maul back and then forward once more.

Attack 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26
Damage 3d6 + 7 ⇒ (6, 3, 5) + 7 = 21

A shame you can't crit objects.

"Then I shall get to it," Fafhrd would states simply as he moved to join the group.

Winding up his hammer, he would bring it down and about like a clock arm to strike at the door.

Attack 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28
Damage 3d6 + 7 ⇒ (6, 3, 5) + 7 = 21

"As he said," Fafhrd would say nodding to Caine as he moved in to get a better look at the room.

Perception 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17

Sorry for the delay, this weekend was a gaming convention and I was out late playing and/or running Pathfinder each night. However, I should be getting back to a normal schedule now.

After taking a moment to look at the lock in a disappointed fashion, Fafhrd would raise his head and offer the now free captive a his hand as a sign of camaraderie.

"Indeed, you wouldn't like me angry," he would say jestingly before taking on a more serious tone as he continued on to say, "but now is not the time to worry about such. Where did they take the other captive?"

Seeing the first strike had not done the job. Fafhrd would pull the maul back once more before hammering it down once again.

Sunder Attempt - 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24
Damage - 3d6 + 7 ⇒ (3, 4, 2) + 7 = 16

If Drankich clears himself from the doors immediate area, Fafhrd will attempt to the sunder the door.

Sunder Attempt - 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27
Damage - 3d6 + 7 ⇒ (3, 3, 3) + 7 = 16

Fafhrd would casually grunt a warning to the man in the cage as he spits into his hands.

"You may want to stand back."

Then, taking firm hold on his hammer, he would speak to his companions.

"And you may want to keep an eye on the door as I might be bringing us some company in."

Finally, Fafhrd would raise the hammer back, looking ready to slam his hammer into the lock of the door once the captive moved away to safety.

Fafhrd will move forward and take a closer look a the lock as he places the head of his maul lightly upon the ground.

Does the lock appear to be built in or a padlock that he could smack off?

I'm back and I'll finish getting caught up tonight.

Unfortunately I will not be back on till next Wedsnesday most likely. I leave Friday for Canada and will not be back until then. If you wish to roleplay my character some, I am fine with that DM DarknLight.

"Our friend here came into the city in a rather dirty manner so thank him. Though the person following us about is of more interest to me right now. Did you notice anyone tailing you?" Fafhrd would ask from his position behind the bar where he was already engaged in trying to wash away the lingering smell.

"How is it the beast does not smell foul after traversing such a stench filled place?"

Not one to go anywhere unarmed, Fafhrd lifts his Avari Maul and places it easily over his shoulder before starting out after the beast.

"No time like the present, eh?" he would comment to the others as he started out.

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Keeping close to the beast, in case someone else might find it unwanted, Fafhrd would wrinkle his nose as they neared the tunnel.

"Phew, that's one hell of a way to get in."

Fafhrd would look from the beast to Jael and back again.

"How about it Rocky, care to show us how you got in the city?"

Is the creature missing any of its teeth? Does the rock seem to be anything more than just a normal rock?

Fafhrd would give the beast an odd look. He would have to take a closer look at the rock later, but for now he needed to be a good host. Slipping the rock away in one of his pockets, Fafhrd would go back to the others.

"What do you think we can spare of our dinner for our guest here?"

Fafhrd, coming back from his endeavor into what they had in terms of food, would notice the creature start off. With an inquisitive expression, he would follow it over to the rock.

"What's this?" he would inquire as he knelt down to examine the rock.

Might I inquire into what we have in terms of raw meat for our guest?

"Let me check our wares," Fafhrd told the beast as he filled up a bowl he had found under the bar with water from a rain barrel he had carried in earlier while preparing the bar.

While putting the bowl down in front of the beast, he would address Chuluun, "I know not of what its name might be or how it would communicate it with us, but I find creature a suiting name for now as knowledge of its kind still eludes me. That is if it does not mind being addressed as such."

"What's your preference my friend? Something raw? 1 bark Cooked? 2 barks As for a drink, do you want something with a kick? 1 bark Or something like water or milk? 2 barks"

"Would the creature like something to eat? Surely as hosts we are obliged to offer our guest such. But what does it eat? And more importantly, does it drink?"

Seeing no further threat at the current time, Fafhrd would go back to the bar, placing his hammer not to far from where he took back up to wiping the bar down.

"Perhaps the creature would care to act as a guard. Surely its heightened senses could help warn us of any approaching danger before our own. Hell, could even possibly act as a mascot for the place."

Fafhrd would move to allow the beast past him as he kept an eye on the crowd for any trouble. Then, after the beast had made it past him, he would take up walking behind it.

"I am fine with them coming after me, but I fear the bar may become their target instead. And I doubt they will forget this creature that easily."

As he spoke, Fafhrd would move out towards the creature. Still carrying the large weapon slung over his shoulder, he expected to the crowd to part for him.

"Why do I get the feeling this might come back to bite us in the arse," Fafhrd would ask to no one in particular.

"A little daily exercise helps keep the ale gut away," Fafhrd replies as a grin forms upon his lips.

Pulling a flask from his bandoleer, Fafhrd would quaff its contents as quickly as he pulled it out.

Shield - AC = 19

"I suggest you boys calm yourselves before this gets any messier."

As he spoke, Fafhrd reached in the doorway to pull out his Avari Maul and place it upon his shoulder, ready to swing it if it became necessary.

Sorry for the delay. I'll try to keep up a bit better from now on.

Fafhrd, having found a strange pleasure in polishing the bar, would raise his head from his work to peer questioningly at the others.

"Trouble?" he would ask simply.

I'm just seeing a theme in you enjoying Code Geass. I would suggest something simpler. They are planning on serving the downtrodden for the most part.