Felthin the Clanless's page

Wow, the Dwarf and the Half-Orc started arguing about who is better at getting punched in the face. It's like it's a RPG or something.

It's on my tagline, under Current Damage

"But yer wearing paper thin armor, which means that you'll get hit, a lot, making your durability worth less."

"Be quick about it then. Ogres are stupid, not deaf. I'd like to not give them any more time to prepare than we can." Felthin's statement is, however, undercut when he starts swaying slightly.

Meant to post this with my last post, but forgot to.

Before he rushes into the cabin, Felthin claps Darmok on the shoulder and says "Not a bad shot for a Half-Orc."

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"Oh, yes. Stupid trap can't catch me." says Felthin as the sawblades screech off of his armor, but don't manage to draw blood.

His blood up, Felthin tromps right up to the farmhouse door and lets himself in.

Felthin returns in kind, Laughing even as blood tints his saliva.

Attack Roll w/PA and Favored Enemy: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (10) + 16 = 261d20 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13
Damage Rolls: 1d12 + 17 ⇒ (8) + 17 = 251d12 + 17 ⇒ (3) + 17 = 20

Felthin reels from the massive hit to his kidneys.

Felthin just pushes forward after the cat, using his axe to cut branches in his way.

"Sure. Hopefully there are more Giants!" says Felthin rather gleefully.

I'm not gonna lie, when I saw that 20 I was like "Oh man, this is gonna be good!"

Felthin wipes his axe on the dead giant's clothes, and then resheathes it, completely ignoring the dogs.

On his turn, Felthin continues to attack the Giantkin.

Attack Rolls w/Power Attack, Favored Enemy and Prayer: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (20) + 17 = 371d20 + 12 ⇒ (13) + 12 = 25
Damage Rolls: 1d10 + 18 ⇒ (5) + 18 = 231d10 + 18 ⇒ (10) + 18 = 28

Confirmation Roll: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (8) + 17 = 25
Crit Damage: 2d10 + 36 ⇒ (8, 4) + 36 = 48

Chuckling, Felthin says "Stupid Giantkin. You should know better than to try and mix it up with a Dwarf."

Full Attack w/Power Attack: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (2) + 16 = 181d20 + 11 ⇒ (7) + 11 = 18
Damage Rolls: 1d12 + 17 ⇒ (3) + 17 = 201d12 + 17 ⇒ (11) + 17 = 28

Felthin watches as the group rushes to save the Firepelt, and nods with a bit of respect. As the man-beast approached, Felthin would draw his axe and say "If you like living, you should flee."

Intimidate +4 vs. Giants: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15

Perception: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (8) + 14 = 22

Giving the hunter a stern look, Felthin's eyes would widen and then he would say "Where did you get that cloth from?"

I'm fine with jumping ahead. I'll just want to make a change to my memmed spells, then good to go.

Felthin hands the woman a handful of gold coins, including an extra for some more pints.

"So, there are Ogres round here?" Felthin perks up as he hears that rumor. "I'm betting they are responsible for the goings-on around here. Can someone give me a rough idea of where their camp is?"

Dwarves were not meant to be wet.

It was this truism that Felthin thought to himself a lot over the trip to the ferry, and it would likely continue to be his polar star.

Felthin was everything you'd expect a Dwarf to be, should you really think about it. Short? Check. Muscular? Check. Beard? Yes, indeed. The necklace of preserved ears he wore on his belt was a bit different, but still within the realm of reasonably expect a Dwarf to do.

Felthin spared a glance to his companions: A pair of Humans and a Half-Orc. At least the Half-man seemed to know how to wield a weapon. The Humans didn't even seem to know what armor was for! This will be an interesting outing indeed.

I'll get an alt created shortly.

As far as our prepayment goes, I'd recommend a group wand of cure light wounds, and maybe a scroll or two of lesser restoration.

EDIT: and here is my alt.