Finwik Narthropple's page

As Bjelich begins to present his plan in Kyras' quarters, Finwik looks about for something to drink. He'd prefer wine but settles for water - partially to please the cleric and partially because he knows he should likely sober up a bit.

He listens to Bjelich's plan and thinks on it a moment. After he has pondered, his eyes light up and he says Can we at least see what she looks like now? Maybe she's beautiful. Maybe she looks more human than orc? Long, muscular legs. Strong but soft hands. Hmm

Finwik seems to stare off daydreaming as he tries to recall if he has ever laid with a half-orc before. He can't specifically recall ever doing so but assumes that he must have at some point, given his incilination to waking up after a binge with no memory of the who or what of the night before.

Still waiting on that brothel :p

At first Finwik is confused by the news but that may be more to blame on his drunken stupor than anything. Confusion quickly turns to excitement and he gives the cleric a tiny hug.

That's great! That's great news!

He frowns for a moment at the mention of sobering up but once he realizes Danna is not in town and that he will not be seeing her this day, he reasons there is no harm in sobering up tomorrow.

Today I celebrate Danna being alive. Tomorrow I celebrate her return! Come have a drink Bjelich, first one's on me!

As can be expected, the moment the party returned to the capital, Finwik went off on his own and embarked upon a legendary binge. Unlike his normal happy, drinking, whoring sessions of the past, this was a dark, brooding and depressing affair. Rather than being the center of attention, raising his mug boistrously to the crowd and telling stories or singing songs, this go around he spent most of his time sulking and crying into his ale.

Unlike previous drinking sessions which would end in a tangle of limbs and blankets (or straw in some unfortunate cases), sleep would only find him when he had fully exhausted himself emotionally. The next morning he would begin again, drinking himself into oblivion and crying for the loss of his friend.

Once the shock of the battle and Danna's death is over, Finwik suddenly realizes that he is sitting doubled over on his pony, following behind Kyras and Bjelich. He blinks his eyes several times and his thoughts whirl and confusion turns to anger as he replays the last moments of the vicious battle.

Twisting his tiny mouth into a snarl he yells at nobody in particular Why did she die!? What were we even doing there? We have a kingdom, a KINGDOM! Why are we trapsing around in the bloody woods fighting bloody wyverns!?

Focusing on the back of Bjelich riding in front of him, he grabs the first loose object he sees (a small, dense purse of tobacco resting easily in a pocket on his saddle) and flings it at his head. We should be feasting and drinking and whoring, not trudging about getting our friends killed!

His anger spent, he lowers his head and weeps. After several moments he rubs his eyes and reaches down into his saddle bags, fishing around until he finds a large flask of dark brown liquid. He drains a quarter of the bottle in a mighty swig before he proffers it to the others, offering them to join him in drowning his sorrows.

Likewise enraged by seeing his friend torn asunder, Finwik lunges at the wyvern, seeking to jam his dagger between its scales.

Does it count as a sneak attack if the elemental is flanking? If not he will try to feint for the move action and then attack. Nevermind probably a moot point as he likely missed wildly.

To hit: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13
damage: 1d3 + 2 + 3d6 ⇒ (3) + 2 + (5, 6, 2) = 18

Desperate, Finwik goes on the offensive. In one swift movement he drops his bow and draws his small dagger and thrusts forth, aiming for a segment between the Wyvern's scales.

to hit: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14
damage: 1d3 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Finwik moves to take up a better vantage point to fire at the wyvern.

Agree with Bjelich suggestion and also agree with the feeling of futility

Move Action to AH20, FA activate Stag Helm to render the wyvern flat-footed and uses bow attack.
MWK Shortbow att: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1 He might as well spit at it :P

If he's flat footed from the helm though would it get sneak attack damage?

As Finwik prepares to fire another arrow he suddenly realizes there is nothing standing between himself and the beast. Instead of knocking the arrow in his hand, he lets it fall to the ground. Clutching his bow in his other hand he quickly turns tail and sprints to find a better (safer) vantage point from which to assist his group with his most excellent marksmanship.

As he passes by Taldani and Kyras he offers brisk words of encouragement. Keep up the pressure! We will take him when he closes!

Double move to AE 20

As soon as he passes behind Kyras, he lets the feigned confidence drain from his face. Turning to face the beast once more, he is at least embolded seeing he now has two allies standing between himself and the beast.

Finwik advances and lobs another arrow toward the winged beast.

Advance to AI 14 and shoot bow

To hit: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23

Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Finwik steps out from the 'cover' of the bush he is trying to hide behind. Happy to have Kyras between himself and the wyvern, he looks past his ally and sends an arrow sailing toward the wyvern.

Advance to AG 19 and fire shortbow

To hit: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10

damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Finwik draws his bow, advances, and tries his hardest to hide again.

Move to AI 18

Stealth: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (4) + 16 = 20

Startled by the appearance of the winged beast, Finwik follows his instincts and immediately dismounts and heads toward the nearest shrubbery to conceal himself.

Dismount, advance to AG15 and try to stealth

Stealth: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (8) + 16 = 24

Sorry guys I am working on Feb 7 and then will be out of town on the 13th. How about Feb 21?

Finwik says Well no point making my decoys until the livestock have been brought in I suppose. Well let's get on with the scouting then.

The blood drains from Finwik's face as Danna mentions splitting up. His fortitude is restored when Kyras orders the party to stay together.

Good idea. We don't know what we are facing, afterall. I'd hate to see someone face a dragon alone.

His eyes lighting up, he says to the others What if we devise a trap of sorts? Have the livestock brought in to safety and then construct decoys. Fill the decoys with thin walled vials of acid and set them up in the pastures that are most frequently visited? Alternatively we could fill the decoys with large hooks attached by rope to sturdy trees? Should be easy enough to incapacitate or trap the perpetrator.

Glancing over at Danna, he clears his throat before continuing That is, of course, assuming that this is an evil being and not a natural beast that could be diverted toward other food sources..

Surprisingly Finwik is agreeable to leaving the comforts of civilization. Ah the open road, the camraderie, the potential for spoils and the potential for a new title. Finwik the Dragon Slayer! Has quite a ring to it doesn't it?

Rubbing a hand over his face, he casts a nervous glance toward the doorway. Besides....I'd like to put some distance between myself and a few... women.... I've recently met...

He tries to hide a grimace but turns to Bjelich Before we gallop off, could you see if Erastil will cure this hangover? It will make the journey immeasurably more pleasant for all of us. It will relieve me from my pain and relieve you from me complaining about my pain...

Finwik is roused from his slumber by a nudge of his foot at the words Sir? Sir are you alright? Groaning with agony he manages to crack one eye open. He immediately regrets his decision as the light causes his headache to intensify.

Shutting his eye again he mumbles Go away. This results in another nudge of his foot and a reply S..sir I'm sorry but I really must insist. Lord Kyras has issued an official summons.

Sighing deeply into his pillow Finwik says Yes yes, fine. He slowly sits up in the hard, dirty bed and bundles the thin, stained blanket around him. Slowly opening his eyes again he says Well? Either fetch my trousers or go away.

The page wisely decides to take the latter course and quickly scurries away.

Finwik sighs again and looks around the small, dirty room, trying to recall where exactly he is and what exactly brought him here. The where, he realizes, is a small room in one of the less reputable taverns in the fledgling city. The what, he remembers was actually a who; a half-orc woman with one ear, one eye and a smile that only a mother could love. Trying to recall her name, he realizes he cannot and is actually glad of the fact - hoping that she will not recall his as well.

Rising from the bed he stumbles to the corner of the room where his clothes and gear have been cast aside. He slowly reaches down and gathers up the bundle before throwing it on the bed. First he examines his coin purse - lighter than he had remembered it being the night before. He can only shrug and assume he either spent it on drink or dice, or his lovely companion from the night prior helped herself on the way out. Unable to change the fact either way, he sighs and drops it back down on the bed.

He moves over to a small bowl of water on a crooked side-table and splashes some on his face. Failing to exert an effect, he lifts the bowl and tilts it over his head. Feeling just as miserable as before, he sighs and dries himself off with the thread-bare blanket. After dressing and checking over his gear, he heads out into the sunlight. Head buried deep in the cowl of the hood in his cloak, he still squints and raises a hand to his brow before trudging on to answer the summons.

Hey guys can I ask for some advice? Our benevolent DM, glorious be his name, has granted us a level and I'm really excited about it. I'm just having some trouble deciding which feat to go with. I don't want to pick something dumb due to my inexperience. I was looking at either mobility (+4 dodge bonus to AC vs attacks of opportunity that occur by moving into or out of a threatened space) or quick draw (drawing a weapon or hidden weapon is now a free action).

The biggest problem with my inexperience is that I don't know what feats you should be taking early as pre-requisites to awesome feats later on. For instance I didn't know about the improved feint until I was told how cool it was. I'd appreciate any advice. Thanks!

Finwik emphatically lobbies for a broth..ahem...'dance hall' in Thornshill. It is for the good of the people and would boost their morale greatly. Not to mention, they just built one in the capital....

Finwik eagerly spurs his mount toward the camp behind Bjelich...several healthy strides behind Bjelich..

Noting the stillness of the camp, Finwik says to the others That doesn't look right. Shouldn't there be loggers going about...logging..? Somebody should scout ahead and check it out...

During the journey Finwik is not his usual jubial self. Dogged by a terrible hangover and assailed by the relentless weather, he spends his time shiverring in silence. When at long last the party comes to a stop, he collapses from exhaustion.

Hours later, laying close to the fire, he finally stirs and cracks his eyes open. He is awake only long enough to hear that he is exempt from watch duty. He manages a weak smile at Taldani's remark but cannot muster the energy to reply. Relieved, he closes his eyes and lets sleep take him once more.

As he wakes the next day, he feels well rested but frozen through and through. It is not until Bjelich fills him with the warmth of healing magic that he feels like a being of flesh and blood once more. Springing to his feet he sweeps a low bow to the cleric.

Thank you and praise to Erastil! I felt I was upon the brink of death but I have been revived.

Turning to Danna he shrugs. I confess the only time I have spent out doors lately was traveling between bro..eh..buildings.... Rubbin his chin he ponders for a moment then winks at Danna. Frost giant you say? Challenge accepted! That is, if I ever meet one that doesn't try to step on me at first sight!

Finwik is ready

Finwik arrives to the meeting approximately half an hour late. Staggering in, with red eyes and reeking of booze, he is obviously still drunk from the night before. Judging by his disheveled appearance, it is unlikely he even bothered with sleep. More likely - he stumbled here directly from whatever tavern or brothel he last visited.

He begins to apologize and dips into a deep bow but promptly loses his balance and falls over. From his position on the ground he lets out a hearty guffaw. Rather than rising and attempting the bow again, he is resigned to his position on the ground. He shifts to make himself a little more comfortable and turns his head toward Mikmek, listening to the news.

As Danna mentions leaving immediately, the blood drains from Finwik's face. He lowers the flask (that had seemingly materialized out of thin air) and says Leave this morning? What time is it? Don't we need to rest..er...prepare...or..something? Seeing flat looks on the faces of his companions, he rises from the floor quickly. He grimaces and presses one hand to his forhead and takes five deep breaths.

With a resolved look on his face, and just a gentle swaying to his pose, he secrets away his flask and says Alright then. No rest for the wicked!

I am not having any success finding character files in dropbox or info on anybody's page. Can anyone summarize classes and alignments so far?

Finwik licks his lips and his eyes dart toward his party before settling back on the old woman. Rubbing his hands together in anticipation, he says I believe I speak for the entire group when I say that we would be remiss if we did not endeavour to improve our treasury. Indeed it is our duty to amass as much wealth as possible, so that we may adequately protect the citizens of our fledgling nation from the harsh reality of living in a fronteir town.

With a sweeping bow, he continues Please tell us more regarding the old and valuable artifact. And perhaps now that we have provided you with a service, he says with a wink, would you consider sharing some of your services for a price? I am sure that a woman of your most clear capability has extensive knowledge in crafting, enchanting or brewing potions?

Finwik winces as he walks past the scarecrow. Upon entering the little hut, he bows to the witch and says Pleasant greetings my lady. We were successful in attaining the mushrooms that you sought. I fear, however, we had already rescued the small child so we no longer require information about his where.....abouts... Would you, perchance, have any other goods or services that you might be willing to part with for these marvelous mushrooms?

After the battle

With the fall of the beast and Bjelich and Danna frantically tending to Kyras and Taldani, Finwik strolls up to the group whistling and smoking a pipe. Completely unscathed, as always, he considers retrieving some healing potions from his sack but decides nobody will die without them.

Once they have been brought back from the brink of death, Finwik says to Kyras and Taldani That was sure some distraction. I don't know if it was quite necessary to get swallowed but I can't deny the efficacy of the maneouver.

Later at camp

Looking over to Danna he says I didn't get the impression that the witch was overly fond of the monster. I feel like she just wanted the mushrooms and didn't care how we procured them. I doubt the death of a monster as large as that would escape her notice.

He taps his chin and ponders for a few moments before shaking his head. No I think it's appropriate to tell her of our actions. Besides, it might be beneficial for her to know just how powerful we all are. If she thinks we are a force to be reckoned with, it might decrease the chances of one of us winding up in one of her potions...

Finwik quickly reloads and sends another arrow flying toward the tendriculous, invoking the power of the staglord's helm to lend strength to his shot.

To hit: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27

Damage: 1d4 + 2d6 ⇒ (1) + (4, 2) = 7

Finwik advances and sends an arrow flying toward the tendriculous, shattering his invisibility in exchange for a surprise attack.

Advance to Q 1 and fire shortbow. If shooting from invisibility doesn't count as a surprise attack, I'll use the stag helm instead. Not too sure on how invis works.

To Hit: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12

Damage: 1d4 + 2d6 ⇒ (1) + (3, 3) = 7

sorry on my phone right now but finwik is going to shoot at it. If he has to move to get into range he will move then shoot. If he is in range already he will shoot then reload. Will post rolls tonight when I get home.

Finwik shakes his head. As soon as I started to descend, I was overwhelmed with the smell. I'm afraid I wasn't able to locate anything of importance. I really think we should try to draw any denizens to the edge of the pit and rain death upon them.

Finwik eyes Bjelich's bandages and shrugs. Winking lewdly at Danna, he says I'll try anything once. He then takes a bandage from Bjelich and ties it around his face.

After only a few moments pass and right as Bjelich starts to move forward, a string of vomit materializes from thin air right in front of the party. After a couple of heaves and gasps, Finwik says Abort! There is a vileness about the place. As soon as I descended into the pit I was overcome with the most nauseating odour I've ever been assailed with....and my nose has been in some unfathomable places. We might be in trouble if nobody has a way to clear the air in there. Unless someone has a stronger stomach than myself.

After a few deep breaths of clean air, he continues, I doubt stealth will work. Would we perhaps be able to draw whatever lurks within to the edge of the pit? Perhaps we could rain a barrage of arrows, spears and acid upon it to weaken it.

Casting a glance at Danna, he says But only if we are unable to reason with it, of course.

Finwik takes the potion from Danna and says I will angle a bit to the side so that if you charge toward it you won't trample me as I try to escape. He pulls out his dagger, hoping he will be needing it for dislodging mushrooms and not for defence. He points out the path he means to take before quaffing the potion of invisibility and silently making his way toward the mushrooms.

I saw cat's grace boosted dex so it gave the +2 stealth bonus, +1 bonus from guidance, no idea what feather step does.

Stealth: 1d20 + 15 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 15 + 2 + 1 = 23

Is it okay if I add a few normal daggers to Finwik's inventory? I forgot to purchase them back in town because I forgot I had thrown them all away at wisps in the dark.

Finwik swallows hard and puts away his bow. He stares hard for a moment at his pony - it's saddlebags laden with acid flasks. He shakes his head, puts on a look of courage and struts toward Danna. I suppose it's time for me to earn my keep. With your enchantments I might just have a chance, but if for some reason this doesn't work out and it senses me when I'm close...can we have a backup plan? For instance, if I give the signal - the signal of course is a shrieking gnome, the rest of you come running and bellowing from the same direction so as to draw it's attention?

Finwik's ever present smirk disappears in an instant and the blood drains from his small face as Bjelich mentions his name.

Before he is able to begin listing all the reasons why it is a poor plan for him to attempt to sneak into the pit, Kyras dismisses the notion.

Finwik nods enthusiastically as Kyras lays out the plan to slaughter the creature, rather than pilfer the mushrooms and vacate the scene.

Finwik says While I would be more than happy to sneak into the pit and secure the cargo, I must agree with Kyras' plan. We must do whatever we can to make this kingdom a safer place for its residents.

Nodding to Kyras, Finwik draws his bow and looks for an advantageous position from which to cover his braver allies.

Sorry I've also leveled up Finwik in dropbox. I also adjusted some of his feats to make him more practical (switched out some things like survival and picked up finesse and improved bluff). Should be able to hit easier in melee now and do more damage. Also swapped out crossbow for short bow.

Finwik stands by casually with a mischevious smirk on his face as his gaze drifts between Kyras and Taldani while they speak.

So I have a lot of gear on me (bedroll, sack, torches, potions, etc) and weight is becoming a concern as I notice it affects AC at a certain point. I'm pretty heavily weighed down by gold though - is there a way to leave it in the city when we venture off or do we have to carry our gold around with us all the time?

Bright rays of light assault Finwik through the cracks between the boards of the walls as he lay prone, sprawled in a bed in a low quality inn. Waves of pain course through his head as he groans and reflexively shields his eyes with an arm. Parched beyond words, he reaches out with his free hand beside the bed and finds a cup. He sits up and takes a heavy gulp of what he assumes is water. Choking and gurgling, he realizes it was wine. After getting over his initial shock he shrugs and downs the cup.

He slowly rises, naked, and surveys the room. Still deep asleep within the bed are a red-headed halfling woman and human woman with tussled blonde hair. Silently remarking at their beauty, he wonders to himself just how much the pair cost him. With a shrug he stumbles about, collecting his gear and trying to remember the events following the party's return to the city.

He remembers the overwhelming feeling of relief at seeing the city as the party approached it, and then bidding his companions adieu once they entered the gates. He has a vague recollection of arranging for his horse and belongings to be cared for, before quickly seeking out an ale. The rest of his memories are a blur of ale, dice, and women. Great ale, poor dice, and questionable women.

Casting a glance back at the bed he smiles and then turns toward the door to exit the room. As he reaches for the door he notices a mark on the back of his left hand. As he examines the mark closer, he realizes it is a crude tattoo of a Taztylwyrm starting with the head near the middle finger on the back of his head and wraping around his wrist, with the tail coming to a point near his thumb on his palm.

Having absolutely no recollection of getting the tattoo he chuckles and exits the room. In the common room of the inn he downs two flagons of water before venturing out into the harsh light of the midmorning sun, looking to find his companions and make the necessary preparations for whatever adventures they decide to undertake.

How much gold did we each get after the last foray?