Think we have a hard time finishing up the combat by Friday, but a cinematic ending is nonetheless possible.
I am starting up a Giantslayer, retro AP if anyone is interested. It will be dwarf focused.
I'm interested in the Giantslayer AP.
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Getting to his feet groggily, Gilbert says, "Thank you, Amarisa. I will attempt to be more cautious for the rest of the day."
I'll be out of touch until Monday. Feel free to GMBot me until then.
"I though I killed the one in the center!" says Gilbert as he grabs another orc.
Gilbert attempts to grab the orc to his northwest.
"With no objections, I'm going to climb down the rope."
Gilbert drops the remaining ten feet into the midst of the orcs
Seeing the orcs retreat, Gilbert will run for three rounds (80 feet each round) to catch up with them.
Gilbert will take cover behind a nearby building, and sling a bullet at the orcs.
"Amarisa and Lorkan, thank you so much! That single attack of his nearly put me out."
On his last legs, Gilbert will attempt to wrestle the Ogre.
Following Thallan's lead, Gilbert will charge the Ogre.
"Thank you, Lorkan. While not pristine, I am certainly servicable now."
"Yes, some generalized healing would be good for all of us."
Since Gilbert has no bats left, next round he will attack other people's bats. . He will kill two other bats.
After being bitten twice, Gilbert will attempt to slice at two of the bats.
Gilbert will attempt to grab a bat as it comes at him.
"Yes, let's go up," says gilbert, leading the way into the attic.
Gilbert will attempt to go around the Orog.
Then, Gilbert will make a single attack against the Orog.
Heedless of danger, Gilbert will go up to the Orog and attempt to strike it.
[HP 5/10] "Thanks, Lorkan. I hope I can make use of your divine healing." Gilbert gets up, draws his temple sword and prepares to deal with the orog.
"No, Laro, you can have mine. While I can handle even the stoutest dwarven brew, I've found that it interferes with my meditations. I will have some food before turning in for the night, though."
"Perhaps we can rest. Or if there is more healing to be had, I could use it." Gilbert goes up to the older man, and says, "I'm afraid that I'm rather beaten up. Do you have some stout armor that I could use? -- If it has armor spikes on it, all the better."
Gilbert will attempt to avoid the attack from the Orog and move up into attacking range.
Then he'll make a single attack (if conscious).
Gilbert continues his attack on the orog:
Gilbert's temple sword flashes brilliantly as he makes two attacks on the Orog.
Gilbert approaches the Orog.
Gilbert moves up to the orc, avoiding the pit, and makes his attack.
Gilbert charges the nearest orc with his temple sword.
Gilbert moves south sixty feet.
Gilbert moves forward . He'll get there in three rounds.
Thinking that the dwarf, Ivan, is way too gregarious, Gilbert says to him, "Ivan, no one calls me kin for good reason. I can be an ally or an enemy, a friend or a foe, but kinfolk are doomed around me."
"Thallan, I can follow orders as well as the next dwarf. " "Shandor, It's not my clan name. I have no clan. As for my given name, I've given that up and took the name of the town in which I trained."
Good luck, have fun!
A nasty-looking dwarf tags along with Sgt Uther. "I'm Gilbert. I like to hurt things."
"Hello, Sgt Uther. I'm glad to be here also. I believe that I'll be getting closer to our enemies than you, but, that'll only make your attacks more effective." Gilbert slams his hands together with a resounding crack.
Gilbert is a hulking dwarf. He wears armor, but fights with his hands. Oh, and his spiked armor. And occasionally with his bow.
Gilbert is a quiet dwarf. Dressed in a spiked breastplate and buckler, he carries no melee weapon, though he does have a composite longbow on his back. He enjoys combat, and loves to isolate the leader of any group of enemies. He runs into combat, grapples his foes, and crushes them to death. When asked of his past, all he currently will say is that the monastery life was not for him.
Sure, keep me in mind. Good luck, everyone.
Additional Flavor: Gilbert is a hulking brute, almost as wide as he is tall. The dwarf wears spiked scale mail and a buckler, but carries no weapon in his hand. When he speaks it is with an orcish accent. He'll tell you that he grew up among the orcs in Belzken, but his manners seem to belie that. Generally, his hood is covering his face, and his visage is not at all pleasant to look at with multiple scars, and the seeming misplacement of his eyes and nose.
Gilbert was born near the Worldwound. His father a cleric and his mother a paladin. Something of the Worldwound must have affected his birth, for his face is misshapen. Both parents were ashamed of his odd looks and the unhelpful comments of others. So, they left the crusade and moved to the border of Belzken in order to provide a safer environment for their son and, possibly to understand why this had happened to them. Gilbert was a hardy child, but did not take to much of the religiosity of his parents. Instead he learned from an order of monks how to move and how to defend himself. He liked how they were accepting of his handicap and really tried to embrace their philosophy. Still, not as wise as the other adepts, he chose an unusual path, but one that was known of around Belzken, that of the Luchidore.
What about Gilbert the Grappler? Flavor:
Gilbert is a hulking brute, almost as wide as he is tall. The dwarf wears spiked scale mail and a buckler, but carries no weapon in his hand. When he speaks it is with an orcish accent. He'll tell you that he grew up among the orcs in Belzken, but his manners seem to belie that. Generally, his hood is covering his face, and his visage is not at all pleasant to look at with multiple scars, and the seeming misplacement of his eyes and nose. Gilbert the Dwarf Grappler, Monk 1: STR 16 DEX 16 CON 15 INT 10 WIS 10 CHA 7 HP 10
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