Male Human Monk 3 - HP: 44 - AC 19 - Fortitude +8 - Reflex +9 - Will +8 - Perception +6 - Speed 35
Gale agrees with Lokoloko. "You did rather thoroughly mess up that man's shop, which will take him hours to recover from. Unlike you, we mortals do need to concern ourselves with the passage of time, so this is more than a minor inconvenience..."
Male Human Monk 3 - HP: 44 - AC 19 - Fortitude +8 - Reflex +9 - Will +8 - Perception +6 - Speed 35
Gale's antics continue, although this time he slows to let the crowd get a better look, ducking and swaying, tripping and rolling around like a clown-acrobat at a circus...
Male Human Monk 3 - HP: 44 - AC 19 - Fortitude +8 - Reflex +9 - Will +8 - Perception +6 - Speed 35
Gale sees the crowd...and immediately starts swaying and stumbling around like he's absolutely wasted when he was fine twenty minutes ago and hasn't had a drop since....
Athletics DC 18:1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15
...I'm gonna HP it
Athletics DC 18 part deux:1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30
...and the amazing thing is, it works. Whether people just don't want to be in the way of such a large drunk or it has something to do with his fighting style, he's in and out of the crowd like it's nothing.
Male Human Monk 3 - HP: 44 - AC 19 - Fortitude +8 - Reflex +9 - Will +8 - Perception +6 - Speed 35
Gah, didn't read thoroughly, In my defense, I was at work on my phone and it's weird to make more than one at once...
Seeing his companions seem to have the investigation well in hand despite his efforts to 'help' he turns to Takulu Ot. "Don't worry, sir. We're Pathfinders. This kind of thing is their job." He grins sheepishly "My job is to punch things that make their job harder until they stop doing that."
Male Human Monk 3 - HP: 44 - AC 19 - Fortitude +8 - Reflex +9 - Will +8 - Perception +6 - Speed 35
Gale shrugs and starts to look around, but in a manner that suggests he knows he's just mucking around and usually leaves this up to his smarter, more scholarly peers...
Male Human Monk 3 - HP: 44 - AC 19 - Fortitude +8 - Reflex +9 - Will +8 - Perception +6 - Speed 35
Gale is, perhaps surprisingly, not a complete slob. Oh, he eats with gusto and drinks maybe a little more than anyone not a follower of the God of Ale probably should, but he's not shoveling it in, nor does he drink so much he shows any signs of losing his inhibitions early. He even accepts a pickle from the goblin. He also relates tales of his own, including a recent one where he aided in exploring a ruin on a literal sinking island, racing against demons and kissing a succubus and living to tell the tale.
Male Human Monk 3 - HP: 44 - AC 19 - Fortitude +8 - Reflex +9 - Will +8 - Perception +6 - Speed 35
Gale...mostly just sits back, since the others seem to be handling it pretty well....although he does snarkily comment. "You two are pretty dumb for letting it come to this. Never goes well..."
Male Human Monk 3 - HP: 44 - AC 19 - Fortitude +8 - Reflex +9 - Will +8 - Perception +6 - Speed 35
Er...oops, forget my last post. Bad timing, it was meant to go with the former challenge.
Gale looks around, and then roots around in his kit to pull out some bandages, then a small collection of exotic liquor bottles. "Right...let's see...." The various selections, to those who might be in the know, are at least rumored to have medical properties, and the bandages are clean...
Male Human Monk 3 - HP: 44 - AC 19 - Fortitude +8 - Reflex +9 - Will +8 - Perception +6 - Speed 35
Gale smirks. "All right, well, let's get to work then."
Ahletics because who doesn't like hard work?:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11 Will use a Hero Point Ahletics because who doesn't like hard work?:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23
Male Human Monk 3 - HP: 44 - AC 19 - Fortitude +8 - Reflex +9 - Will +8 - Perception +6 - Speed 35
Reflex Save vs Filth Wave A:1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16 Reflex Save vs Filth Wave C:1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27
Gale starts looking. . . a bit annoyed as first lightning, then . . . stuff . . . washes over him. "Ugh. . . still, good work guys. This. . . should . . . finish it!" And he proceeds to . . . . stumble around the creature's flank like he's been downing hard spirits by the bottle, his limbs seeming to wildly flail about while still smacking the disgusting creature hard.
Right, may as well go full on multiattack here. ◆Flurry, ◆Strike, ◆Strike
Male Human Monk 3 - HP: 44 - AC 19 - Fortitude +8 - Reflex +9 - Will +8 - Perception +6 - Speed 35
Gale looks over his shoulder to see all the brainy types behind him and sighs. His manner suddenly shifts, and while his expression doesn't change at all he suddenly starts staggering to the left and right, as though he's either very drunk or trying to lure the ooze in front of him out of position. Then, suddenly, he shouts, his arms flaring as he lashes out with both arms in sudden strikes forward that flash with energy, before he takes a third swing...
◆Stumbling Stance into ◆Cast Inner Upheaval for Force and take a flurry on RED as part of it, then take another ◆Strike on RED without.
So, total is first the Inner Upheaval deals 19 Bludgeoning and 7 Force, assuming a 15 hits, as a single blow for DR purposes, then if an 8 hits that's 10 more Bludgeoning.
Male Human Monk 3 - HP: 44 - AC 19 - Fortitude +8 - Reflex +9 - Will +8 - Perception +6 - Speed 35
Gale gives Lokoloko a quick Look. "Let's...save that for a last resort, shall we?" With that, he sets to work trying to climb up the other side of the tree...
Male Human Monk 3 - HP: 44 - AC 19 - Fortitude +8 - Reflex +9 - Will +8 - Perception +6 - Speed 35
Gale considers for a moment before lifting up a convenient barrel nearby. "Got a few skills, but my strength is what I'm best at. Which folks find comes in handy."
Male Human Monk 3 - HP: 44 - AC 19 - Fortitude +8 - Reflex +9 - Will +8 - Perception +6 - Speed 35
...Gale is not the kind of Pathfinder the Society brought in for his mind. Not dumb, just. . . not the field they think he's good for. Someone has to stop the monsters from eating the scholars, after all.
Male Human Monk 3 - HP: 44 - AC 19 - Fortitude +8 - Reflex +9 - Will +8 - Perception +6 - Speed 35
Gale thinks about it for a few moments, then shrugs. "Not much to tell. Used to run a bar in Absalom for awhile, help out around the neighborhood, that kind of thing. Actually still head back there when I'm home. Got pretty good at it, even when the toughs decided to try to move in. But I have a bit of a private mission to try out all the spirits in the world, and someone pointed out it'd be a lot cheaper to go there instead of buying all these bottles. So, joined up with the Pathfinders to add some flavor to the chronicles. Probably never getting a full publishing credit, but that's fine, as long as we wait 'till the next morning to ship back out for the next assignment."
Male Human Monk 3 - HP: 44 - AC 19 - Fortitude +8 - Reflex +9 - Will +8 - Perception +6 - Speed 35
"Right. So, I'm Gale. Gotta admit, figured I was just in on this for bodyguard duty like usual. But I'll try anything once. Not twice, though. Learned that lesson with that Kaoling 'wine'. Only thing that ever knocked me out...uh...anyway, that's for after school." The man suddenly looks sheepish. "Right, so, where we headed?"
Male Human Monk 3 - HP: 44 - AC 19 - Fortitude +8 - Reflex +9 - Will +8 - Perception +6 - Speed 35
"'fraid I don't," the large man replies with a shrug. "The mystical side isn't really my thing even if the Lucky Drunk's been generous with a few gifts for me."
Male Human Monk 3 - HP: 44 - AC 19 - Fortitude +8 - Reflex +9 - Will +8 - Perception +6 - Speed 35
"Haha~! Thanks, my little friend, but I don't think you'll be finding too many takers. Pickles are fine for a long expedition, but we have fresh fare in just a little while. At least, I would assume that our hosts will be feeding us." Gale shakes his head. "Oh, introductions, of course. I'm Gale Goumel, lay priest of Cayden Cailean." Interestingly, the man doesn't have the usual rapier, just his big fists, which are covered in callouses.
Male Human Monk 3 - HP: 44 - AC 19 - Fortitude +8 - Reflex +9 - Will +8 - Perception +6 - Speed 35
Gale is a rather large man with a genial smile and pretty quick to pull a flask, although the wooden holy symbol of Cayden Cailean around his neck over the apron he commonly wears, even on Pathfinder missions. He spends much of the journey joking around and taking sips from his flask as the party travels, although oddly he never seems to get outright drunk except when stopping in towns where there's no plans to stop for the evening - definitely one of the odder humans to come to the attention of the Master of Scrolls, but he notably doesn't have much interest in the treasures the Society tends to loot and is decidedly more concerned with local cultures.
