Gordak's page

Pathfinder RPG isn't a 1v1 system. It's also not a tabletop wargame. Every one of the arguments I see about caster supremacy and "this spell is broken" ect fail to realize that every challenge is supposed to unfold like a puzzle. No challenge 7th lvl or higher (4th lvl spell range) should be handled alone. The game is designed for a party of 4+. Your fighter can't smash the pesky teleporting wizard? Why hasn't he asked for help from the party's arcane caster, or the grappling monk, or the counterspelling bard, or whomever he has traveling with him?

Everytime I have this discussion at a con or online, its like the person complaining never thought of this.

Also in Louisville and interested. Weekends only. I own everything Paizo wrote.

Blood of the Moon #7

I disagree with Gorbacz. None of my arguments are meant to be theoretical. That and, well ... he's just wrong.

"Sick gnomes. This should prove more interesting than nervous caravans."

and more profitable...

Gordak stalks across the room and grabs a stool at the bar, leaving plenty of space between himself and the gnome lady for all the "talkers" to have a seat. He places a single silver piece down and motions for the bartender.
"The road through Jol was quiet."

"Come, they have strong drink inside." Gordak's rough exterior melts away, and you're not entirely sure but it seems like he's smiling. He jestures towards the Woodsman's Racket inn.
"Please, tell me stories of the southern lands."
I don't intend to clog the thread with dialogue, this is just a "mood" post.

Definately the "about to snap" aspect of the image. It's more like an evil Mr. Rogers to me.

A well muscled, and heavily armed savage approaches the group of travelers carrying an armload of furs. He has dark reddish skin, steel colored eyes, and a bedraggled long black mane that hangs below his massive shoulders. His gear is tied down in a meticulous manner, and one would surmise by his posture and accourtements, that he's used to killing whatever it is he eats.

"Welcome travelers, I am Gordak." He raps his fist and forearm against his chest in a barbaric salute."I am to lead you onward to Jol." He speaks common well enough for everyone to understand, but it sounds harsh and gutteral. It's obviously not his favorite language.

He hands the furs off to whomever looks least comfortable. If everyone is wearing furs, he dons them himself.

Gordak inspects the party in a general manner. He's not used to strange races, or those who aren't accustomed to life in the wild. He's especially looking for obvious weaknesses.
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

Bored? Hardly, this inter-party strife is better than daytime television!

Gordak's never met a devil-man before. This should be interesting!

The Nick Cage icon is creeping me out BTW.

Ready

Traits?

I've been waiting for a northern game. I present Gordak, a Kellid ranger. Is ARG available? I like the human feats. I'll post again when his profile is complete.