Garridan Imoroa's page

Name: Darkstar
Race/Class/Level: Half-Elf Bard (Songhealer) 3
Adventure: The Hellfire Compact
Catalyst: Standing out in the open

While it saddens me a bit, I understand. I'll still be around in August, so it's fine with me. See you in a month!

Yeah, I'm fine... was looking for the GM to do something, myself.

"The stables sound as good as anywhere else," Garridan says quietly. "Lead the way -- and be careful."

"Yeah, have fun judging their 'inner beauty'" Garridan says. "I'll be over here, keeping my weapons sharp. You know, for when they try to kill us... which they will... being ogres."

"I've got some rope, but no grappling hook" Garridan says. "I doubt we could all get over the wall without alerting any guards though... and even if we could, we'd end up attracting attention the moment we have to fight something, and then we'd have all the guards we bypassed between us and safety.

"What if, well, we do the opposite? If we're really obvious about it -- find some log or beam to use as a battering ram and knock a gate in, we can hold the entrance against any guards -- they couldn't overwhelm us since the gate is fairly narrow. If there are too many for us to fight, at least we could retreat without worrying about danger behind us."

15/18 hp

"That would be nice, um, Spivey, thanks," Garridan says. "I guess we'll go look around the castle and see if we can find something for her and deal with these monsters while we're at it. Do you know anything else about it? The layout of the place or anything?"

How much gold was found?

15/18 hp

Garridan looks appalled at Ilir. "We can't just... ignore the whatevers in the castle. I may not be an expert at this whole, um, adventure... heroing... thing. But I do know in all the stories they never ignored a damsel in distress... and she's obviously had it rough here. If we don't investigate these creatures what kind of persons would we be?"

15/18 HP -- the attack was fine

Garridan takes a moment to pray to Desna as well. "I suppose it's a good place to look," Garridan agrees with Ilir, leading the way into the temple.

Garridan swings both with sword and shield, lashing out at the one that attacked him.

Longsword Attack 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12
Longsword Damage 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Shield Bash Attack 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
Shield Bash Damage 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Garridan advances on the reefclaws, leading with his new sword. "Sandpoint!"

Longsword Attack 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Longsword Damage 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

I'm fine with some quick pace, although when I logged on the other day and saw about a dozen posts my eyes almost popped out of my head. Definitely not a game I'd want to get behind on and have to play catch up.

I'm not sure if there's anything actually wrong with them, but for some reason your maps don't like to open in Camino -- it's not much trouble to open them in Chrome (I keep both open at all times for reasons that are somewhat obscure), so it's a minor quibble. Not sure what the problem is.

I've been enjoying the game so far myself -- no complaints so far! This is my first play by post, and I've liked it so much I've joined a bunch of other games on another site.

"Why don't we start by sticking close to the waterline and looking at that ship?" Garridan offers after sending one last concerned look at Ameiko. "It looks out of place, and if there are others about I'd like to know about them."

Garridan spends his last morning saying goodbye to his Aunt and Uncle. They had never been supportive of his interests, and that certainly hadn't changed now that he was planning on leaving the country on a 'fool's errand.' Despite that he tries to keep things calm, not wanting his potentially last memory with his only family being that of a fight.

When Shalelu explains about her home, Garridan tries to smile encouragingly at her. "I, um, I'm glad you're here. I mean, uh, this trip, all of us travelling together... it's good. Really good. It's what I've always dreamed of. I'm just glad that I have- have friends that I, that we, that um, we can share this with." By the end he's bright red and fidgeting uncomfortably.

Eventually they arrive at Brinewall, and his attention, which had been focused on what was ahead is suddenly grabbed by Eliaera's scream. Drawing his sword and shield, he runs towards them, alert for danger. When he sees that the problem isn't a foe to be slain, but rather some kind of... fit of glossolalia, he doesn't know what to do. He settles for standing guard over them, knowing that neither of them are able to pay enough attention to protect themselves if this is the prelude to some form of ambush.

"I love those stories," Garridan says, smiling. "When I was young, I read them over and over again, dreaming of ancient cities and- and lost treasures. To think, we'll soon be crossing the length and breadth of the world, starring in our own tale of heroism."

For the first time that evening Garridan begins to relax. "We may not come here for a long time, but we will be there, where we have always dreamed of. Tonight we should celebrate what is ahead, rather than mourn what we will be leaving behind!"

If possible Garridan turns even redder, sinking down in his seat. "I think fighting goblins is somehow easier," he says with a self deprecating smile. [b]"Are you glad that anyone is coming along on this trip?"

But what if someone else wants adamantine waffles? Can you give us some those at least with your maker (with extra flaming burst, please -- I like spicy food).

Garridan frowns, the somber mood of the gathering effecting him as well. He tries several times to start a conversation, but isn't sure what to say. In the end he orders a drink and nurses it for most of the evening, glancing at Shalelu shyly.

I presume there's no issue with me taking the sword and shield?

"It's not foolish to risk yourself for your... friends,"" Garridan says, his face red. "And you don't need to worry about us -- we, um, we can take care of ourselves."

He gives her his most reassuring smile, his face still bright red.

"Um, are you- are you alright?" Garridan asks Shalelu, his face concerned.

HP 13/18, Flanking, Inspire Courage

Garridan grunts as the claws rake at him, before launching an attack combination of his own, swinging both sword and shield at the hideous monster.

Longsword Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
Longsword Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Shield Bash Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17
Shield bash Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Garridan swing his sword, a warcry on his lips, "Sandpoint!

Longsword Attack 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
Longsword Damage 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Garridan moves forward obviously, making noise and trying to draw the attention of as many of the creatures as possible. He remains wary, his weapons raised as he moves, ready for anything.

It's a pretty big space, so I'm just going to have to spend the turn moving I think, following the path Eliaera's diversion took, trying to draw their attention.

At her look Garridan stiffens his resolve and nods, setting his shield and drawing his sword. "I can do that. Whenever you're ready?

"Of course," Garridan says, straightening up slightly at Shalelu's request. "I'll be ready bright and early on the morrow -- with my sword and shield ready. You, um, you can count on me, Shalelu."

By the end of his statement Garridan has turned bright red.

"Are, um, are you alright?" Garridan asks, looking at Shalelu with concern. "How can I help?

Looking at treasure -- everyone should mark down the potions on their sheets: 1 CLW for everyone, and 1 CMW for me and hiro

who will carry the lesser restorations?
who wants the ring of climbing?
who wants the mwk chain shirt?
do you want the mwk wakazashi hiro?

Did I read your post right Ilir -- one of the Jade bracelets given to Sandru?

"I've always dreamed of seeing the world, so of course I'm game to come along," Garridan says.

Garridan looks around the tavern, but is disappointed at the absence of Shalelu. He quickly rallies, sitting down with the others and joining in the festivities, although he blushes whenever attention is focused on him.

HP: 11/18
"Thank you, Ilir," Garridan says with a nod. He grimaces as he examines his deep wound. "Are you alright everyone? Hiro?"

Don't forget, I'm still keeping track of money, XP, Items, etc. Anyone want to claim any of those items for my list?

HP: 4/11, Inspire Courage, Flanking

Garridan grunts in pain, gritting his teeth to try and keep from screaming as another wakizashi finds its way through his armor. Without hesitating he presses the attack, swinging sword and shield at the samurai.

Longsword Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
Longsword Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Shield Bash Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18
Shield Bash Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Yes, good luck on the exams!

I'm available somewhat sporadically, but if I knew I needed to be on at a certain time, I could probably arrange it, particularly on monday, wednesday, and saturday. Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday are PnP nights for me, so that eats most of my long blocks of free time on those days, and I go shopping/run errands a lot of friday before doing various activities. So for me its more of a day than a time thing, as long as I have a few day warning to schedule things to make time.

HP: 11/11, Inspire Courage, Flanking
Seeing the greater danger of the samurai, Garridan turns his full attention to it, trusting his armor to keep him safe from the normal skeleton. He launches a probing strike with his longsword, before following it up with a powerful slam of his shield.

"Drop the leader, it's the real threat!"

Longsword Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
Longsword Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Shield Bash Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
Shield Bash Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

HP 11/11
"Sandpoint!" Garridan shouts his warcry, swinging his sword at one skeleton, and his shield at the other.

I think I have it up at this point -- if you disagree, ignore the shield bash and I ready it instead.
Longsword Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
Longsword Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
Shield Bash Attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Shield Bash Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Can you believe it? I'm on 1,979/2,000 XP thanks to the bonus 400 XP from being friends with Ameiko... Gahhh! :)

See, this is why we should check out '???' places first;)

HP: 11/11
Garridan drops his lantern, drawing his sword and engaging the closest skeleton.

I would expect to be attacked where I stand, but if not Garridan advances a step to engage a skeleton.
Longsword Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22
Longsword Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Garridan sees the undead start to rise, and responds with a crisp downward stroke of his longsword. "They're moving! he yells as a warning.

Longsword Surprise Round Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24
Longsword Surprise Round Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
Longsword Confirm Crit: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15
Longsword Crit Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Garridan mostly keeps an eye on his surroundings, still upset at not being able to help Eliaera. He does respond quietly to Ilir as he speaks, however. "You'd be surprised how many tales of great heroes seem to start in tiny little caves near sleepy home towns," Garridan says.

Garridan looks desperately across the water, his need to help her warring against his knowledge that armor isn't made to be swam in. "Eli! Can you make it back to this side!"

Unless you want to see how well you can fish the fighter out of the drink, I'm stuck on shore. No swim ranks and medium armor.

Garridan eyes the water. "If someone else is interested in getting wet, the can, but I for one am not that interested in some crystals."

"Never underestimate the stupidity and cruelty of goblins," Garridan says, shaking his head. "Anyway, let's see what else is around -- I doubt that spider was all that lives -- or unlives -- here."

Garridan cleans and sheathes his sword before retrieving his lantern and shining it into the crevice. "My, it just sort of... disappeared in there, didn't it. That isn't the least bit nightmare inducing."

Garridan is slowed by having a lantern in his sword hand. Setting it down carefully so as not to damage it or put it out, he then draws his sword and advances on the spider.

I think dropping the lantern would be a free action, even if I'm careful with it -- if not, I'll just move and not make an attack this round.
Longsword Attack 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
Longsword Damage 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Garridan takes a moment to prepare his lantern, before lighting it. Holding it in one hand, he walks along cautiously, ready to set it down quickly and draw his sword.

"Let's stay away from the water for now -- maybe take the right path?

"Thanks, Eli," Garridan says, relieved as the healing magic seals the deep stab wound. "Money well spent."

When they arrive at the cave, Garridan eyes the vines with distaste. "Yes, I think it'd be best if you dealt with that, Ilir. Those vines are hideous... probably evil too. Definitely a job for a paladin of Shelyn."

HP 5/11
"Oh, fine," Garridan says. "Besides the impaling. The painful, painful impaling. I don't need vital organs overmuch, do I?"

Assuming of course the skeletons are all gone.

HP 5/11
Seeing his friend in danger, Garridan advances cautiously next to Eliaera and takes a more controlled swing.

Longsword Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
Longsword Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

5/11 HP
Garridan grunts loudly, holding back a scream as the sharp, curved blade slices through his scale mail like so much cloth before sinking deep between two of his ribs. Biting his lip until it bleeds to hold back a scream, he draws his new sword and swings wildly at the skeleton, trying to gain some breathing room as he raises his shield.

Longsword Attack 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
Longsword Damage 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10