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Round 1, Init 3

Flaeg just lies there, as you might expect - unless you were expecting him to get up and fight like the other corpses.

Sorry, just had to :)

Don't do it man! You also lose 2 AC when you Cleave. However, Cleaving Finish lets you cleave to any target and not suffer the AC penalty. Check it out!

Round 3
AC 5 (-5 dex, -4 prone, +4 armor)
HP -10/17
Conditions: Prone, Dying

Stabilize (DC 10): 1d20 + 4 - 10 ⇒ (9) + 4 - 10 = 3 Fail. Now at -11. Not dead till -18!

I don't mind if you guys do the smart thing and fight from the hallway. Flaeg made a huge tactical mistake by raging and charging a superior force alone. He rolled the dice and took his chances. If he survives, it will be a learning experience for him. If not, that's the risk you take!

With the Charge and Rage penalties, my AC was 11 for the zombie attacks. It looks like both hit me...

HP 6+2/17+2 AC 13 Rage 2/8

The charging zombies slam into Flaeg and their rotten fists pummel him. With another blood-curdling roar, he slashes madly at one as it moves past him.

Greataxe AoO, Power Attack, Rage: 1d20 + 5 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 5 - 1 + 2 = 9
Damage: 1d12 + 4 + 3 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 3 + 3 = 13

Then, he brings the axe around in a deadly arc at one of the zombies that hit him.

Greataxe vs M6, Power Attack, Rage: 1d20 + 5 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 5 - 1 + 2 = 12
Damage: 1d12 + 4 + 3 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 3 + 3 = 16

Round 1
HP 17+2/17+2 Rage 3/8

Stormfather's Bones! Those corpses are moving!

Flaeg raises his axe, but appears conflicted as to his next action.

Oh my god! I've never seen a dead body before!
Shut yer trap! I killed that witch earlier, remember?
No.. no.. these have worms.. and they're rotting ... and they're falling apart... and look at that one! I can see his brains! I'm not getting that nasty sh*t on me!
Stormfather, boy! Don't you have a pair of stones?
I'm staying right here!
No, I'm not. Move!
Make me.

After no more than a few seconds, he lets out a mighty roar, and charges the nearest zombie.


Free Action: Rage
Full Round Action: Charge to L6 and attack the Zombie in M7

Greataxe, Power Attack, Rage, Charge: 1d20 + 5 - 1 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 5 - 1 + 2 + 2 = 13
Damage: 1d12 + 4 + 3 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 4 + 3 + 3 = 15

I can't seem to edit the map at work. If someone can put me in L6 that would be grand.

Agreed. At first I though the priestess might be fooling everyone in the temple. But with more evil monks here, I don't think so. We can ask, but I bet Junip was in on it.

Flaeg will accompany Strang upstairs. He is unhurt, so he will try to defend the rogue while he finds the goods.

Flaeg is definitely a murder hobo - just look at him.

Flaeg peers around, giving his companions a moment to speak up to avoid further bloodshed (and heal Terion & Strang).

A bit later - whenever everyone is ready GM

Then, he turns back to the tattood men.

You sure you want to do this the hard way? Fine by me, but don't be thinking to beg for mercy later.

Greataxe, PA: 1d20 + 5 - 1 ⇒ (11) + 5 - 1 = 15
damage: 1d12 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 4 + 3 = 14

Tell me about your master. If he leads the cult, I'll kill him. Don't tell me, and I'll kill you. You want to make me angry?

bluff: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (6) - 2 = 4

Sense Motive DC 4:
Flaeg isn't cold-hearted enough to kill someone in cold blood. He does want to know about the cult though.

Sense Motive (DC 7): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16

Flaeg nods, his intuition serving him well. He lowers his axe, and checks on Terion, trying to wake him up and help him to his feet. He adresses the strange monks while he does so.

Now look. We've gotten attacked ever since we set foot in this town. I want some straight answers. What do you know about an evil cult?

Diplomacy: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (18) - 2 = 16

Flaeg gives the tatooed monk to his side a wary glance as Terion collapses from the knockout blows.

I seen you pull your punches. Maybe you got something to tell me?

Then, seeing the other monk pummel Strang mercilessly, he jumps over Terion, trying not to step on him, and tries to brain the monk with the flat of his blade.

I'm only doing this because your friend makes me wonder if you're really my enemy. If you make me angry, you won't like it.

MW Battleaxe vs MA2, PA, non-lethal: 1d20 + 5 - 1 - 4 ⇒ (18) + 5 - 1 - 4 = 18for: 1d12 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 4 + 3 = 17

Edit: I added numbers and stunned or prone to the martial artists & strang. Please correct if I got it wrong.

As Terion wisely elects to stay prone, Flaeg's axe comes flying through the space above him, at about neck-height.

MW Battleaxe, PA: 1d20 + 5 - 1 ⇒ (2) + 5 - 1 = 6for: 1d12 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 3 = 13

Flaeg peers around, wild-eyed, at the curtained hallway. He stops at the first curtain, and, as the others file in past, he goes to draw back the curtain with the spike on the tip of his new axe. Unfortunately, he looks back over his shoulder at just the wrong moment.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

Flaeg follows along, ready to jump in and obliterate the room's occupants. So far, all he's had to fight is furniture, shadows, and foodstuffs.

Bah! All these rooms are empty. Who was that crazy priestess hollering for?

He continues holding his borrowed greataxe at the ready, his paranoia increasing with every empty area.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

I didn't get cut or bashed on. What that cultist witch did has my gut aching like I got kicked by a mule. I think I'm fine for now, but if I start pissing blood, I'll let you know.

He looks around at the doors leading out of the courtyard.

Let's check this place out. I don't think Junip is going to wake up any time soon. Maybe hide him and the witch behind the altar, and close the gate? If there are more cultists here, they're dead. Oh, and Junip's axe looks mighty nice. If he's with the cult, the axe is mine. If not, I'm sure he won't mind if I borrow it for a little bit.

I agree with items going to those who need them. And if someone isn't finding anything they want, they get a bit more of the gold so they can buy what they need. As long as everyone's happy, its all good.

HP 13/17 Rage 4/8. Fatigued: next 8 rounds

That was ... intense. By the Stonefather, I am tired. Thank you Ama, Belrain for your magical miracles. When the priestess was doing her thing, it felt like rats eating my guts. Now it doesn't hurt so bad. Did they both die? I will, Terion. I'm good for another fight, I just need to catch my breath for a second. Are Strang and El going to be OK?

Round 6
HP 5+2/17+2 Rage 4/8

Why won't you die?!

battleaxe, pa, rage, flank, bless: 1d20 + 4 - 1 + 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 4 - 1 + 2 + 2 + 1 = 28
damage: 1d12 + 4 + 3 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 4 + 3 + 3 = 18

He nearly faints from the pain.
will: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 1 + 2 = 6

confirm: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
2d12 + 20 ⇒ (7, 8) + 20 = 35

Sorry guys, weekends are usually busy for me. I'm still definitely playing.

Round 4
HP 14+2 Rage 6/8
will: 1d20 + 1 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 1 + 3 = 19

Flaeg grimaces at the hostile energy.

Die you foul woman

He will step to flank with Terion or Strang.

battleaxe, pa, rage, flank, bless: 1d20 + 4 - 1 + 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 4 - 1 + 2 + 2 + 1 = 12
damage: 1d12 + 4 + 3 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 4 + 3 + 3 = 20

Round 5
HP 8+2 Rage 5/8
will: 1d20 + 1 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 1 + 3 = 12

He continues to flank with Terion..


battleaxe, pa, rage, flank, bless: 1d20 + 4 - 1 + 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 4 - 1 + 2 + 2 + 1 = 26
damage: 1d12 + 4 + 3 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 3 + 3 = 14

Round 3.

Flaeg's anger, already awaken by his shameful display earlier, roars into life at Strang's words. He glares at the priestess.

You're..you're not a priestess. Your a g**d**n tiny GIANT!"

Veins bulging and eyes wild, he raises his axe high and rushes in for a killing blow.

Greataxe, Rage, PA, Charge: 1d20 + 4 + 2 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 4 + 2 - 1 + 2 = 12
Damage: 1d12 + 4 + 3 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 4 + 3 + 3 = 18

AC 11 HP 17+2 Rage 7/8

With Terion and Strang rushing the priestess, Flaeg will join.

Double move 60 ft, trying to get behind her.

As the hot blood splashes Flaeg in the face, he gets a suprised and very queasy look on his face and the bloody axe slips from his fingers to the floor. The look passes almost instantly, and his expression shifts to anger as he retrieves his weapon. Stepping back so Ama can have the space she needs, he makes eye contact with Elgoron and lowers his axe so the blade rests on one of his heavy boots. He then looks at the woman and speaks bluntly.

Sorry. Hit him too hard. Forgot not everyone is tough. Defending my clan, just as he was. Tell us about the cult. They're the ones I want to kill.

Well, if Junip attacks Strang with lethal damage, Flaeg will probably step up and behead him.

As things descend into violence, Flaeg looks decidedly nervous. He tears off his hat so he can see better, but Junip hasn't done anything except protect his woman, and Flaeg doesn't recognize either of them as his abductors.He stands his ground, preparing to defend himself if attacked. He will meet deadly force in kind, otherwise he'll attack with the thick oak axe handle.

Ready Action: attack anyone who attacks me or my allies first. If non-lethal, -4 to roll. Great axe, PA: 1d20 + 4 - 1 ⇒ (20) + 4 - 1 = 23 for 1d12 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 3 = 11

Confirm: 1d20 + 4 - 1 ⇒ (17) + 4 - 1 = 20 for 2d12 + 8 + 6 ⇒ (1, 5) + 8 + 6 = 20

Feeling the warrior's eyes upon him, Flaeg peers out from the brim of his broad-brimmed straw hat, meeting the man's gaze and searching his befuddled memories for recognition.

Is this one of the bastards that jumped me?

With rolls like these, who needs enemies!

As does Flaeg, masterfully* disguised in his wide brimmed straw hat.

extremely generous definition of masterful

"I got one too," Flaeg interjects. "Like a buzzing bee in my brain. Started up right after we met that merchant the other day. Can't get it to go away - like a bad rash."

To the temple!

He meant 'gin ... Into the tavern gins-blazing.' I've seen fire-bombs made of a gin bottle and a burning rag. Waste of good alcohol if you ask me.

Satisfied with his explanation, he pulls his hat back down, then slaps himself in the head a second later.

No, he meant 'gun' you stupid dwa---*slap*
Get out of my head, you damn whiny voice

I can do this so no one will know who I am.

Flaeg pulls out a floppy straw hat and puts it on, pulling the brim down to conceal his face.

Disguise: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (14) - 1 = 13

Nice one, Clark Kent ... <snicker>.
Who the Stormfather is Clarque Kennit?!
... never mind.

hide armor 15, great axe 20, (3) javelins 3. Total 38.

I got what I need to fight. The rest of my share goes to someone who needs it.

Flaeg outfits himself sparingly, wanting to reclaim his original equipment.

You both have my blood-debt. I'll find the way to pay it. Don't die before then. He gets a bit gruff when the elves part ways, masking his true gratefulness.

He doesn't care where we start looking. I'll hold my temper for now, but when we find our kidnappers, I'm cutting them in half. He pats his greataxe blade for emphasis.

Man, am I always this violent? I never have the balls to say this kind of stuff to those bullies in gym. "I'll cut you in half!" Yeah, that would go real well.

Paladins are a ton of fun in the right hands. Sounds yours might be more "The Punisher" then "holier-than-thou" so its all good.

I dealt with them while in Biloxi MS. Be well. Hunker down & avoid the football stadium.

Great Axe/Battle Axe/Hide Armor: 3d100 ⇒ (10, 90, 92) = 192

Well. You're not the first elf to look down his nose at me. You are the first to help me out. I owe you my life. What can I do to repay this debt?

I shop around and find a decent axe.

That axe will do fine. I ain't no prude. Let em stare at me all they want. I'll wait to get armor until everyone has had a go.

As he is freed, Flaeg looks suspiciously at their liberators.

Who in the Stormfather are you?!

I punched the good! They show their faces again, I'll punch some more. Can anyone get these foul ropes off?

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

Flaeg jerks upright, dim nightmarish memories mingling with a hangover and many aches and bruises.

Whubbulugh? Gah! What the hell?!

He peers around frantically, and then calms down a bit when he sees his companions similarly trussed up.

Guys, we're in a tight spot!

Works for me. Flaeg's easy to kidnap in his current state!

Wull.. alrightsh den. Shleeping upshtairs.

I mumble and stumble my way to the room.

Uh, oh. I don't feel so good

I run to the window, fling it open, and hang my head outside while I get sick. Then I curl up into a ball and pass out.

Hrum? Ah yes, I am scared of no beast, great or big. I hate giants. You might want to fix your roof, its spinning! Well sung, Ping!

That's fine with me. You guys will probably have to carry Flaeg in. Jeff's way to excited with his first unrestricted access to alcohol to do anything but drink, drink, drink.

Too late!

I don't need a fancy room, the floor is fine. Also, more ale!

Hello men. Betcha never seen a dwarf before. I know yer relaxing after a hard day, so if I'm bothering you, just say so and I'll leave you alone. Anyways, what I came over to say is: tell me what the devil is going on around here and I'll buy your next round.

I pay no mind to haggling over the rooms.

I'm not spending my beer money on a place to sleep!

Thanks! That's mighty kind of you!

I eat the food with gusto, draining all three mugs before I've gotten halfway through the roast.

Hoy, innkeep! I've a powerful thirst. Let me get another fistful of pints. As for rooms, how much is it to sleep on the floor in here?

I trade him a second gold piece for five more mugs, and wave around the common room to clarify my question.

With a full belly and my last mug gripped tight, I look around to see if any of the locals look like laborers. If so, I'll make my unsteady way over to them.

"I'll have the dinner, and as much beer as I can get for this," I say, handing him a gold piece. Then, I settle down and look around while I wait.

"This is a great place to find out about the monster. I bet they know where it lives. I'm not very good at asking nicely. I'll just end up pissing them off. Ping, I bet you could sell ice to an ... uh ... Iceman. Why don't you ask him when he gets back?"

Yes, yes. Let's get some beer!

I follow Terion to the table.

Agh, put me where I can charge!

Actually whererever is fine

I enthusiastically reply to Terion, it is totally awesome!

Looking at the faded, whitewashed inn, the tingling sensation that warns of danger sends shivers down my spine.

I'm not sure, but let's find out.

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