Male HP: 79 Init: +5 Perception +8, Darkvision, AC 22 (24 w/bow in hand), touch 14, flat-footed 18/(20 W/Bow) (+6 Armor, +3 Dex, +1 Deflection, +2 Natural, (+2 Shield w/Bow)) Fort +10, Ref +7, Will +6; +2 vs. negative levels, CMD 26 (FF 23) Half-orc Fighter 1 (Lore Warden, Unbreakable)/Sorcerer 4
Fulk turns away from the Lord and casts a pair of spells, The first is Prestidigitation, to clean the blood and whatnot from himself. The second, cast when he is turned fully from the foolish lordling, is Message.
Male HP: 79 Init: +5 Perception +8, Darkvision, AC 22 (24 w/bow in hand), touch 14, flat-footed 18/(20 W/Bow) (+6 Armor, +3 Dex, +1 Deflection, +2 Natural, (+2 Shield w/Bow)) Fort +10, Ref +7, Will +6; +2 vs. negative levels, CMD 26 (FF 23) Half-orc Fighter 1 (Lore Warden, Unbreakable)/Sorcerer 4
Fulk nods his acknowledgement to Lord Duristan, then goes to grab the boar and drag it to whatever passes for transport. Did we bring a wagon? Lash it to a pack horse? idk.
Male HP: 79 Init: +5 Perception +8, Darkvision, AC 22 (24 w/bow in hand), touch 14, flat-footed 18/(20 W/Bow) (+6 Armor, +3 Dex, +1 Deflection, +2 Natural, (+2 Shield w/Bow)) Fort +10, Ref +7, Will +6; +2 vs. negative levels, CMD 26 (FF 23) Half-orc Fighter 1 (Lore Warden, Unbreakable)/Sorcerer 4
Knowledge(Nobility):1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16
When he gets a chance (especially if he can caast Message unnoticed) Fulk says to his companions "Those are the sigils of the Ariesir, a very wealthy family from the county of Ardeal."
Male HP: 79 Init: +5 Perception +8, Darkvision, AC 22 (24 w/bow in hand), touch 14, flat-footed 18/(20 W/Bow) (+6 Armor, +3 Dex, +1 Deflection, +2 Natural, (+2 Shield w/Bow)) Fort +10, Ref +7, Will +6; +2 vs. negative levels, CMD 26 (FF 23) Half-orc Fighter 1 (Lore Warden, Unbreakable)/Sorcerer 4
Perception:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
Grod smirks a bit as he overhears chatter.
Nodding as Rhia speaks, he says "But not as a group, mind, we fell in together on the road. These woods are dangerous for stragglers." with that, he presents his invitation.
Male HP: 79 Init: +5 Perception +8, Darkvision, AC 22 (24 w/bow in hand), touch 14, flat-footed 18/(20 W/Bow) (+6 Armor, +3 Dex, +1 Deflection, +2 Natural, (+2 Shield w/Bow)) Fort +10, Ref +7, Will +6; +2 vs. negative levels, CMD 26 (FF 23) Half-orc Fighter 1 (Lore Warden, Unbreakable)/Sorcerer 4
Fulk agrees that a direct approach is probably best.
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Fulk stays toward the back of the group. He knows from experience that burly half-orc sorcerers are often not the best choice for diplomatic relations with humans.
Male HP: 79 Init: +5 Perception +8, Darkvision, AC 22 (24 w/bow in hand), touch 14, flat-footed 18/(20 W/Bow) (+6 Armor, +3 Dex, +1 Deflection, +2 Natural, (+2 Shield w/Bow)) Fort +10, Ref +7, Will +6; +2 vs. negative levels, CMD 26 (FF 23) Half-orc Fighter 1 (Lore Warden, Unbreakable)/Sorcerer 4
"You want to arm wrestle? I've got more arm than you." Fulk says, before grabbing the hand that attacked him in both of his and trying to rip it apart.
Male HP: 79 Init: +5 Perception +8, Darkvision, AC 22 (24 w/bow in hand), touch 14, flat-footed 18/(20 W/Bow) (+6 Armor, +3 Dex, +1 Deflection, +2 Natural, (+2 Shield w/Bow)) Fort +10, Ref +7, Will +6; +2 vs. negative levels, CMD 26 (FF 23) Half-orc Fighter 1 (Lore Warden, Unbreakable)/Sorcerer 4
Fulk unleashes the dracionic power that flows in his veins, his teeth and claws lengthening as they charge with power. He roars in pain from the zombie's attack, and strikes back!
Male HP: 79 Init: +5 Perception +8, Darkvision, AC 22 (24 w/bow in hand), touch 14, flat-footed 18/(20 W/Bow) (+6 Armor, +3 Dex, +1 Deflection, +2 Natural, (+2 Shield w/Bow)) Fort +10, Ref +7, Will +6; +2 vs. negative levels, CMD 26 (FF 23) Half-orc Fighter 1 (Lore Warden, Unbreakable)/Sorcerer 4
GM-PC wrote:
Sookie smiles at Aliseya's dramatic antics.
"So," she asks aloud to Brias, Fulk, and Drogeda generally. "Colour me curious: why Ascanor Lodge? If you don't mind me asking, of course."
I meant to respond to this earlier, my bad.
Fulk shrugs. "As for myself, I served as something of a go-between when I lived in Belkzen, and made a few acquaintances out this way. Once it...became necessary to move on, I thought I might make contact with an acquaintance who had told me to drop by the Lodge if I was ever in the area, see if I might find some work that way."
Male HP: 79 Init: +5 Perception +8, Darkvision, AC 22 (24 w/bow in hand), touch 14, flat-footed 18/(20 W/Bow) (+6 Armor, +3 Dex, +1 Deflection, +2 Natural, (+2 Shield w/Bow)) Fort +10, Ref +7, Will +6; +2 vs. negative levels, CMD 26 (FF 23) Half-orc Fighter 1 (Lore Warden, Unbreakable)/Sorcerer 4
Fulk nods as the various newcomers (from his POV) introduce themselves, and nods again when Drogeda suggests traveling as a group. "Indeed, numbers would make us all safer in these woods."
Fulk motions the others forward, before turning back to the newcomers with a shrug. "In these woods, if you aren't hunting, you're being hunted. Probably being hunted even then. These are my companions, Brias and Drogeda. We are heading for the Ascanor Lodge." He doesn't seem troubled by these newcomers. But then, anyone traveling through the Shudderwood has probably seen stranger creatures than group of humans. That elf is an odd one, though.
Male HP: 79 Init: +5 Perception +8, Darkvision, AC 22 (24 w/bow in hand), touch 14, flat-footed 18/(20 W/Bow) (+6 Armor, +3 Dex, +1 Deflection, +2 Natural, (+2 Shield w/Bow)) Fort +10, Ref +7, Will +6; +2 vs. negative levels, CMD 26 (FF 23) Half-orc Fighter 1 (Lore Warden, Unbreakable)/Sorcerer 4
"Hold, Brias." Fulk says, holding up a hand to stop the doctor. "You two remain, I will ensure they are not hostile." Without waiting for an answer, he pulls off his cesti, casts light on a handy piece of cloth, and walks slowly forward, holding out the cloth to show he is making no attempt to hide. "Hello, travelers." he says when he reaches speaking range.
To the others:
Approaching is a half-orc, stoutly built, though of average height for his people (a shade over 6 feet). He wears a mithral shirt, has dark red hair, and much of his exposed arms are covered in tattoos. He holds a glowing piece of cloth, but no weapon, though a large bow is strapped to his back.
Male HP: 79 Init: +5 Perception +8, Darkvision, AC 22 (24 w/bow in hand), touch 14, flat-footed 18/(20 W/Bow) (+6 Armor, +3 Dex, +1 Deflection, +2 Natural, (+2 Shield w/Bow)) Fort +10, Ref +7, Will +6; +2 vs. negative levels, CMD 26 (FF 23) Half-orc Fighter 1 (Lore Warden, Unbreakable)/Sorcerer 4
Perception:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14
Quickly glancing about, Fulk sees more spiders coming down from above, and yells out "Look out! There's more coming!" Wasting no time, he casts another spell, targeting two of the spiders in succession.
Swift action to use Arcane Armor Training.
I forgot earlier that both of my Crossblooded bloodlines give +1 damage/die (only on fire spells for Draconic, on all spell damage for Orc) and I took the half-orc FCB for sorcerer that gives +2 more on fire spells.
Male HP: 79 Init: +5 Perception +8, Darkvision, AC 22 (24 w/bow in hand), touch 14, flat-footed 18/(20 W/Bow) (+6 Armor, +3 Dex, +1 Deflection, +2 Natural, (+2 Shield w/Bow)) Fort +10, Ref +7, Will +6; +2 vs. negative levels, CMD 26 (FF 23) Half-orc Fighter 1 (Lore Warden, Unbreakable)/Sorcerer 4
Initiative:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
Fulk moves just in time then reacts quickly, summoning his arcane might to strike back at the creature. Swift Action for Arcane Strike, Free Action to grow Draconic bloodline claws and bite.
Male HP: 79 Init: +5 Perception +8, Darkvision, AC 22 (24 w/bow in hand), touch 14, flat-footed 18/(20 W/Bow) (+6 Armor, +3 Dex, +1 Deflection, +2 Natural, (+2 Shield w/Bow)) Fort +10, Ref +7, Will +6; +2 vs. negative levels, CMD 26 (FF 23) Half-orc Fighter 1 (Lore Warden, Unbreakable)/Sorcerer 4
Perception:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21
Fulk looks around, but can't see anything that might've spun these webs. Remembering the instruction to stay quiet, he pantomimes casting a spell to deal with the webs, then raises an eyebrow.
Male HP: 79 Init: +5 Perception +8, Darkvision, AC 22 (24 w/bow in hand), touch 14, flat-footed 18/(20 W/Bow) (+6 Armor, +3 Dex, +1 Deflection, +2 Natural, (+2 Shield w/Bow)) Fort +10, Ref +7, Will +6; +2 vs. negative levels, CMD 26 (FF 23) Half-orc Fighter 1 (Lore Warden, Unbreakable)/Sorcerer 4
Brias wrote:
Brias sits down as he listens to Fulk. "And you think there might be someone at Ascanor who can help with," Brias mimics Fulk's gesture, "whatever's out there?"
He is quiet for a time, and he seems not to notice when Fox hops up in his lap. He begins idly scratching her head and thinking.
After perhaps half an hour of stillness, he looks down into Fox's eyes, lets out a sigh, and stands up.
"Yes, Fulk. I think I will accompany you, at least to the lodge. I could use a closer look at what's ailing my forest, and you could use the help, clearly."
He nods at Annick and drops his hex, his Kellid face melting away, replaced by strong half-orc features.
"After all. Our people should stick together out here."
Fulk is caught off guard, but quickly breaks into a smile. He offers his hand. "That we do. Good to have you with us."
Male HP: 79 Init: +5 Perception +8, Darkvision, AC 22 (24 w/bow in hand), touch 14, flat-footed 18/(20 W/Bow) (+6 Armor, +3 Dex, +1 Deflection, +2 Natural, (+2 Shield w/Bow)) Fort +10, Ref +7, Will +6; +2 vs. negative levels, CMD 26 (FF 23) Half-orc Fighter 1 (Lore Warden, Unbreakable)/Sorcerer 4
Brias wrote:
Fulk the Red wrote:
"Well, we were really trying to get to the Ascanor Lodge. This little incident has put us rather behind schedule. Any chance I could convince you to come with us? It'd be good to have a healer, just in case."
What? I got nothing. lol
Brias raises an eyebrow. "The Ascanor Lodge? What could you possibly want there? And at a time like this, when the wood is... what's the word? Agitated? There are more werewolves and there is more wrongness than I've seen in years."
Obviously, I've got a vested interest in playing along. :) Likely just an explanation of what you're up to will be enough for Brias. He's primed already, having seen changes to his home he doesn't like of late, he's looking for some way to head off the bad ju-ju.
Honestly? I'm heading toward the lodge because that's where the GM said we're meeting the group. I didn't write his backstory with anything to do once I got there. lol
Fulk rolls his head a bit, then shrugs. "As I said, I'm new to the area. I have contacts at Ascanor. Gotta get there somehow. Waiting just gives" he gestures to the outside generally "whatever's out there more time."
Male HP: 79 Init: +5 Perception +8, Darkvision, AC 22 (24 w/bow in hand), touch 14, flat-footed 18/(20 W/Bow) (+6 Armor, +3 Dex, +1 Deflection, +2 Natural, (+2 Shield w/Bow)) Fort +10, Ref +7, Will +6; +2 vs. negative levels, CMD 26 (FF 23) Half-orc Fighter 1 (Lore Warden, Unbreakable)/Sorcerer 4
GM Kartari wrote:
Whispers of the Way
Early Morning, Toilday, 8th of Calistril
Fulk slowly returns to consciousness. He's disoriented for a moment before realizing he must have passed out. He's still in the same bed, but the sun's rays entering through the window would indicate it's now early morning.
When he tries to move, he still feels like a warcat of Rull is sleeping on his chest. And his arms feel as though they've carried such a massive cat for hours. But, he feels some improvement from yesterday: his health is returning.
But he's not quite there yet.
Assuming Brias continues to treat Fulk, he will need another full day of rest to return to full health.
Feel free to roleplay some more. I can fast forward to the next morning when we're ready to proceed. But first, Brias will need some motivation to leave his post here and join Fulk on his quest to reach the lodge.
"Well, we were really trying to get to the Ascanor Lodge. This little incident has put us rather behind schedule. Any chance I could convince you to come with us? It'd be good to have a healer, just in case."
Male HP: 79 Init: +5 Perception +8, Darkvision, AC 22 (24 w/bow in hand), touch 14, flat-footed 18/(20 W/Bow) (+6 Armor, +3 Dex, +1 Deflection, +2 Natural, (+2 Shield w/Bow)) Fort +10, Ref +7, Will +6; +2 vs. negative levels, CMD 26 (FF 23) Half-orc Fighter 1 (Lore Warden, Unbreakable)/Sorcerer 4
Sense Motive:1d20 - 1 ⇒ (4) - 1 = 3
"This must've been a good friend, to make such an impression on you." Fulk says, oblivious to Brias's slip. "At any rate, I thank you for your kindness. Such is rarely seen these days. Especially for...our kind" he says, nodding to Drogeda.
Male HP: 79 Init: +5 Perception +8, Darkvision, AC 22 (24 w/bow in hand), touch 14, flat-footed 18/(20 W/Bow) (+6 Armor, +3 Dex, +1 Deflection, +2 Natural, (+2 Shield w/Bow)) Fort +10, Ref +7, Will +6; +2 vs. negative levels, CMD 26 (FF 23) Half-orc Fighter 1 (Lore Warden, Unbreakable)/Sorcerer 4
Brias wrote:
Brias smiles. "Aye, I've got some food. Move slow, now. Your body is still mostly fighting its own battle."
Brias goes about making a quick plate of food. Nothing fancy. Some fruit. Dried meat. Day old bread.
He gives the plate to Fulk and asks, "You're from around here?"
"Ah, not exactly. I'm from Belkzen originally, but, well, I'm...no longer really welcome there. Had some contacts over this way, thought I might be able to make my way here."
Male HP: 79 Init: +5 Perception +8, Darkvision, AC 22 (24 w/bow in hand), touch 14, flat-footed 18/(20 W/Bow) (+6 Armor, +3 Dex, +1 Deflection, +2 Natural, (+2 Shield w/Bow)) Fort +10, Ref +7, Will +6; +2 vs. negative levels, CMD 26 (FF 23) Half-orc Fighter 1 (Lore Warden, Unbreakable)/Sorcerer 4
Brias wrote:
Being around others of the people is almost enough to make Brias slip, but he keeps his mask up for now.
"I wouldn't say 'doctor,' but, yes. I'm the healer. I hear you punched a nightmare and lived to tell the tale. That was either very brave of you or very stupid of you, or perhaps a bit of both. No, don't sit up so fast. You're going to need to get used to going slow for a little while. Your body is doing a lot of work just keeping you alive at the moment. Give it some grace."
"How is your stomach? Can you eat? You'll need to get something down, and soon, if you can."
Saw this and then forgot to ever put up a reply. Mea Culpa.
"My stomach is very empty. I feel like I haven't eaten in a week. You got any food around here?" Fulk says, pushing himself up a bit and looking around the room.
Male HP: 79 Init: +5 Perception +8, Darkvision, AC 22 (24 w/bow in hand), touch 14, flat-footed 18/(20 W/Bow) (+6 Armor, +3 Dex, +1 Deflection, +2 Natural, (+2 Shield w/Bow)) Fort +10, Ref +7, Will +6; +2 vs. negative levels, CMD 26 (FF 23) Half-orc Fighter 1 (Lore Warden, Unbreakable)/Sorcerer 4
Fulk is mostly delirious throughout the process. He sees flashes of his past, of orcs and dragons, raids and fire. Other flashes he cannot place, and he knows not if they are dreams or prophecies, visions of ghosts, vampires, stitched monsters, and other, stranger things. Through it all he feels a gnawing hunger. When he becomes sensible again, he is in a bed, being ministered to by a Kellid healer. ”What? Where is this? Who are you?” he asks, looking around. When he sees Drogeda, he relaxes somewhat as he remembers fighting the creature. ”You must be the doctor.” he says, looking again at Brias.
Here is Ouachitonian's submission, Fulk, the red(dragon)-blooded Sorcerer->Dragon Disciple. He can blast, he can claw and bite, he can even fire horrifyingly deadly arrows from his Orc Hornbow. Not a lot of skills, not as much HP and AC as I'd like, but he's working on that. Dragon Disciple plus picking between Draconic and Orc bloodline powers will help his strength and AC quite a bit at upcoming levels. He's not the best caster, not the best fighter, but he can do some of each. And set lots of people on fire. Fire is so entrancing, don't you think?
Okay, this is Ouachitonian's submission. Fulk is a Ragebred Ranger, natural attack style. He doesn't really like most demons, but as long as they're outbidding his other clients, he's happy to take their coin and kill their enemies. And there's always plenty of work in the Abyss. Much better than dealing with the Infernal bureaucracy in Dis, or the saccharine boredom of Elysium. As a non-werewolf skinwalker, he's got a grudge against Jezelda, the one Demon Lord he wouldn't work for even if she paid, and has gravitated to Haagenti, but it's a business relationship, not worship. I see him as the head of security for the Inn and Out, and muscle on missions. With 5 natural attacks, Favored Enemy Evil Outsider +4, and a +1 Evil Outsider Bane Amulet of Mighty fists, he can tear up some demons, but is just as good killing Devils or Daemons, if that's who the contract's on. He also has FE Good Outsider +2, so he's helpful there too. No method of negating the planar penalties as of yet, but at next level, as a Planer Scout Ranger he'll get Planar Adaptation on the Abyss constantly. And he is CN, so the penalties won't be *that* bad.
Sample:
"You're not on the list."
Fulk managed not to roll his eyes, but couldn't help snorting. "You think any club that can afford you as a bouncer would have me? I know I'm not on the list. I'm trying to apply for a job. You need fighters for the pits? I'm your hog." he crossed his arms, staring up at the giant.
The Vavakia just laughed, wisps of green fire leaking from its mouth and its eyes glowing cruelly. "Oh, you want to die for my masters' entertainment? Fine. But get out of my sight, this entrance is for patrons. Go to the back."
Fulk ducks around the corner as the vavakia lazily sweeps it's tail around as if to hit him. Making the block, he gets in line with a motley crew of others, ranging from a shackled angel held on a leash by a succubus to a half-dragon to a troll. When it's his turn at the door, he steps forward, again finding himself craning his neck, this time to stare at a nalfeshnee with a clipboard.
"What do you do? Cook? Scrub toilets? You're not a dancer, that's clear." the creature says, barely looking up from its paperwork.
"I fight, that's what I do. I'll kill any fiend from a Hamatula down. As long as the compensation's worth it."
The nalfeshnee raised one eyebrow. "Hmph. I like your spunk, kid, but this place is probably out of your league. But I tell you what. I'll give you the opener tonight. Got a Levaloch that thought he could outwit the boss with his weaselly devil prevaricating. Kick his ass and maybe we'll bring you back."
Fulk smirked and cracked his knuckles. Levaloch, eh? Shouldn't be too hard."Sounds like fun. Name's Fulk, put me on the card."
