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34 posts. Alias of Foxy Quickpaw.


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Bottle: 1d20 + 5 - 2 - 4 ⇒ (7) + 5 - 2 - 4 = 61d4 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 1 - 2 = 3

The guy clumsily swings the bottle at her.


The face of every guy in the bar contracts with a painful expression for feeling with that man. The man moans in pain. He grabs a bottle from the other side of the bar, smashes it and turns towards the half-elf.


The man grins. "I'll show you, you filthy b!@+@."

He stumbles forward and tries to grab Faerveren at her hair.
Grab: 1d20 + 5 - 2 ⇒ (7) + 5 - 2 = 10


The guy looks confused. After a while the penny drops. "Hey!" He tumbles back and points his finger at Faerveren. "You!"

"Filthy elf! I'll show you what you're worth." He reaches into his pocket, pulls out three copper and throws them at Faerveren. He unbuttuns his pants and demands "Now suck my"


That is too much for Gibs to hold back. He starts laughing out loud. "Sounds like she grew some balls. Unlike other people in town."


Gibs chuckles in his cell, but refrains from commenting.


Gibs evades Kendras gaze. He sits down on the sleeping bench and stares at the wall.


Gibs stops in his pace in shock. "Lies! I've done nothing of that! I went to my bed last night and then I woke in this cell! That is all a setup!"


"Nonsense, they just want me locked up because they hate me!" Gibs rages in his cell.


Gibs paces in circles kicking a peanut out the vain on his forehead standing out pulsing and his head red from anger. His eyes throw daggers at Jominda.


Gibs is almost back to full health and jumps up immediately. Rattling on the bars of his cells he shouts in the deep and powerful voice "You shall not prevent our escape! The woman will die again!"


Will Save DC17 Hold Person: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 2 = 6
Will Save DC17 Evil: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 + 2 = 12
Was wrth a try


Will Save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
Gibs freezes in place.


Even though he is hit really hard, Gibs doesn't stop. Continuing his rage he cuts at Jorfa.
Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 201d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3


The old man roars in a shockingly deep and powerful voice, "You shall not prevent our escape! The woman will die again!" Then he attacks Jorfa with a large razor.

War Razor: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 231d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5


Gibs Hephenus - NE Male old human warrior 4

The AP is inconsistent about his history. But I'd say he is a foul tempered retired soldier.

Has complete stats in the AP


As the day dawns Gibs stops with his roaring and rattling. He simply turns around walks back to his cot laying down, pulling the blanket over him and starts snoring.


Im the middle of the night Gibs wakes up in his cell and walks to the cell door he grabs the bars and starts rattling at them with unnatural power. In a deep growling voice he demands [b]"You damned door. Open already." His eyes a glassy glare into the distance.


Spugnoir is always shortly behind Gibs but doesn't manage to grab him. After about a quarter mile of running Gibs finally gives up to run. Being of good health and having a good constitution pays off.

Instead he slashes at the half orc with his razor.
Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5


Gibs evades Grergof's and Spugnoir's attempt to hold him. And though the Sheriff hits him really hard he still manages to flee.


Looking down at himself and processing the accusation Gibs tries to storm past Grergof and the Sheriff to flee.


"What do you want from me anyway! I did nothing. Not to Jominda and not to the Memorial. Are you crazy?" Gibs shouts terrified.


Gibs staggers back and looks around for something to defend himself. He grabs a large bloody razor from his night stand and slashes at the Sheriff with it.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2


Gibs is hit heavily and is in shock.


Gibs is fresh out of bed in his night gown. Which is smeared with blood.


Gibs spits on the ground behind Father Grimburrows back but does as he is told.


"Enough of that prattle." Gibs replies. He turns to the farmers and commands "Get the coffin!"

Initiative Gibs: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19


The man's facial expression changes to dumbfounded. He draws in air as if to revoke the speech but seems to lack the words to do so at the moment.


"This can be a funeral procession if you move upriver. If you want to continue this way we will end it." the man replies his fist clenched around the haft of a weapon at his belt.


"You don’t get it, woman. We won’t have a necromancer buried in the same place as our kin. I suggest you move out while you still can. Folks are pretty upset about this right now."


"That’s far enough. We been talking, and we don’t want Lorrimor buried in the Restlands. You can take him upriver and bury him there if you want, but he ain’t goin’ in the ground here!" the wiry man shouts.


"Hey stay here you spineless wimps!" Gibs shouts angrily. But as he is finally the last one he shakes his fist at Kendra "You have to live in this village. And these guys won't always be around." he threatens before he also turns around and leaves.


"You don’t get it, woman. We won’t have a necromancer buried in the same place as our kin. I suggest you move out while you still can. Folks are pretty upset about this right now."


"That’s far enough. We been talking, and we don’t want Lorrimor buried in the Restlands. You can take him upriver and bury him there if you want, but he ain’t goin’ in the ground here!" the wiry man shouts.