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Gervar smiled at the offer of lodging and a hunt. "I would be honored to accept both offers. It has been a while since I was on the hunt. I need to keep my skills in practice and boar is a fine meat for the table."

With a smile, Gervar swings at the nearest goblin still standing.

Initiative: 19; AC: 13; HP: 12/13
Move (if needed next to goblin that's still standing and swing with axe.1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21
damage: 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Gervar will keep that up until no more goblins. :)

sorry, had a meeting first thing this morning or I would have posted sooner.....

Seeing that all of the goblins in the area were dead, Gervar turned his attention to freeing the horse attached to the burning cart. "I've got this, check that other cart"

Gervar nodded. "Just because it is commonly thought that very few cannot make a difference, does not mean that it truly cannot happen. In the north, we say that unless you do something, nothing happens. I would choose to do as we have done and save who we can. Every life is one in our favor and one that the goblins have not taken."

Hearing that Eransil say there was someone in the cart about to burn, he sighed. "I am truly beginning to wish I were back home in the cold rather than having to be near all these flames. We fight once more!"

Gervar smiled and ran, full speed toward the closest cart.

Roll for initiative if needed: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15
Initiative: 15, AC: 15, HP: 13 of 13

Double move (80') to get up to the cart 1 on the left side of it.

Gervar forced himself to not smile in satisfaction as the creature's head separated from it's shoulders. Seeing another one almost close enough to touch, his expression became serious. Stepping forward, not knowing if the creature could even understand him, he spoke directly to it. "You shouldn't have hurt the women or these people. Now you've made me a bit angry. That will cost you your life."

Initiative: 16, AC: 15, HP: 13/13
Moving up on the remaining goblin, swinging with axe. 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24
Confirmation: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12 damage:1d10 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Seeing the goblins down the women inside, Without hesitation, Gervar rushed forward, charging the pair. He yelled to anyone around to hear. "Get those women out of there I've got the goblins!"

Initiative: 16, AC: 13, HP:13

Charge goblin 1 by tent- Waraxe:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
Damage:1d10 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Seeing the large bald man has not taken in any of the offerings, will point out the salmon to Gervar: "Try the fish, it's good."

Holy crud! How many posts can come in while typing this up!!

I completely agree. I go to work, come home after and take family to dinner, and yow! LOL

Gervar nodded and smiled. "Thanks, I've had some. I can't eat it much though. Something about it."

As he waited for a response, movement in the distance caught his eye at the same time the cry of an attack by goblins filled the air. He'd heard about the creatures from the dwarves, but hadn't actually encountered any. Supposedly nasty creatures, it looked to make for more of a serious day than a merry one.

As the girl came rushing and the armored man he was speaking with rose and protected the girl, Gervar rose as well, pulling up his axe in both hands and eyeing the goblin and it's dog as he did so.

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
Round 1: Initiative: 16, AC: 15, HP:13

Position self between girl and goblin; Ready to swing at the Dog as it approaches closely.

Gervar wandered about the festival taking it all in. Being unused to such events, he was sure that he resembled somewhat a newborn deer looking about for it's place in the world. Strangely, that's a bit of how he felt. He had been away from his clan too long it felt, but at the moment he knew that being away was a necessary event if he were to ever regain what the shaman had taken from him. He'd arrived in Sandpoint only a day ago, and heard all the talk about the festival. It intrigued him so he decided to attend.

Although he'd left his shield in his room at the Rusty Dragon, he still wore his leather armor with the metal studs that he'd acquired not long ago. He himself, with all of his working with skins and leathers had never fashioned such a thing, but the dwarves living near his people had claimed the studs helped deflect blades, so they were a welcome addition to the armor. Even the axe he carried he'd pick up from the dwarves as well because he'd seen several of them using it and had been impressed. He'd learned their style of fighting with it and so far, he'd not found any other axe or blade to compare to how it felt.

After dodging several children all day who apparently found him different enough to be interesting, Gervar managed to acquire a seat at the feast near a half elf who was engaged in conversation with a couple of humans. He wasn't sure about them as they appeared to be some kind of magicians, but he'd learned that appearances could be deceiving. He raised an eyebrow as another with a raven engaged one of the spellcasters with a pointed remark. He smiled at the pale man's response and continued to observe.

Gear is now updated. :)

I'm in a class for my MBA until late, so will update gear asap in the morning...

Yep, looks good to me too.

I'm in pretty much the same shape as fnord :) I can post on weekends, by checkin throughout the day. During the workday, my post may not be too fancy as I'm posting from my phone, but I'll be posting :)

I'm here and mostly ready to go. :)

I've been trying to think of a ranged weapon that would be appropriate for Gervar but I can't decide between the javelin and shortspear. I see him as picking up the bow or crossbow though as he travels, so that may work too. Thoughts?