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my character just needs a rebuild entirely If it helps... Base CR 2 Gelatinous Orb (Tiny!)
CR 1 Id Ooze
CR 1 Mutant Creature
Str (8) Dex (25) Con (28) Int (8) Wis (7) Cha (7) Kineticist Telekinetic (1)
Now you are a ranged damage and close combat dealer. In close combat you now have +11 Hit and do 1d6+8 base damage +1d4 acid damage. And I think that you will have AC25. I think with whip infusion you can even keep a shield inside of you. It just means that you won’t be able to get AOOs. I think this keeps the Bob feel while upping his damage potential and defenses
Because our party comp was Gorthug DPS and everyone else utility/crowd control. And sadly my DPS did not include any tanking. That and undead die at 0HP so no healing was possible
I’m doing good. Gorthug just has a bad case of the dead.
Come on guys, kill this...uhm...guy.
I’m enjoying watching it. And have resisted the temptation to any more last minute tinkering with the replacement.
Well, don’t die. Retreat if you have to. You have the tools for that. Also I finally got my replacement character ready who can fill in for Gorthug’s role. Similar damage, much more durable. The party is an odd one. LOTS of utility power but very little DPS
Ah. Well, still a good feat. But I suppose if that is what you want then two handed fighter is better. At 3rd level, when a two-handed fighter makes a single attack (with the attack action or a charge) with a two-handed weapon, he adds double his Strength bonus on damage rolls.
Holy...I have a new go to feat! Never knew about that one.
Talked to the GM and got approved on concept of next character. Working on crunch.
Pain. It was the body’s way of telling someone that it was damaged. It communicated one’s limitations. Gorthug didn’t feel pain. If he did, he would have know just how damaged his leg was. If he felt pain, he wouldn’t have been so surprised when he stumbled. If he did, he would have felt the bite of the blade as it came down. He always knew that he wouldn’t have a peaceful end. That wasn’t the way of his people. But he had thought that when he died it would be painful. There was much about his death that he hadn’t anticipated. He looked up in time to see his end. His real end. He had only just got this mind back. His memories. His thoughts. His feelings. And he used all of that to thank Gorum that his true end was in battle. As it should be. And then...there was no more. What hit the ground wasn’t Gorthug. It was just an empty husk. He was gone.
Kinda worried though. Shadows can be OP. Immune to mundane attacks, can walk through walls, STR drain...it might all be too much. And the party is lacking a front line. Just need to think...
Yup. He’s dead, Jim. I’m thinking for a replacement to have a Shadow crawl out of Gorthug’s body. The idea being that a Shadow was bound to the corpse of the orc and anchored the soul to it. So when the body was destroyed, Gorthug’s soul would be freed, and so too wound the shadow. Specifically a Vanishing Shadow, which is CR4.
Was at 33 wounds. Healed 5, then took 27. So total of 55 wounds, which takes me down to...
No matter how you cut it, Gorthug is dead.
One upside of being dead was not feeling pain. The blow that struck Gorthug would have killed most mortal men outright, and sent the vast majority of the remnant immediately going into shock. He responded by attacking back, as if though nothing had happened.
Gorthug came out of the darkness, his axe raised. No battlecries, no threats. Just the promise of a messy demise.
Gorthug waited in the dark to see if either of the barbarians resisted the fey magic. And if they did, his axe was ready.
The foe was helpless. Gorthug ensured that he was also headless. And only then did he retreat to the shadows.
Never assume. :p Seriously, I’ve fallen into that trap before. I find it’s best to include that language just to cover for that kind of potential.
”If life were fair, you would have been a worthy opponent.” Gorthug’s voice dripped with malevolence. He waited for the Barbarian to turn towards the sound of his voice, and only then did he swing his axe. At the man’s neck.
I’ll still try to abide by it. Right now I fill the party roll of straight dps melee. Too many class levels would make Gorthug into a PC. Enforcing templates makes the choices harder, but more fitting.
With his wounds rapidly closing, Gorthug continued swinging his axe with reckless abandon.
Stepping over the body and ignoring his own wounds, Gorthug made his way to the barbarian that was struggling with the head-Bob. Not the most honorable target, but then again even in life Gorthug hadn’t worried about that. So why start now?
What can i say? I’m happiest when living dangerously. :D That and reminding that I never have hard feelings on how the dice land.
There is a very good chance that Gorthug is going to die here. And I’m ok with that. He got his mind back and has an afterlife he is looking forward to. Now, I don’t want him to die, but at the same the worst thing is pulling punches. *Starts looking at CR4 monsters*
Gorthug didn’t *feel* the blow, not in a traditional sense. But he knew that if he took another hit like that then it would be the end of him. He smiled. ”Gorum.” He hissed. ”I am here! Take me to your halls. I am worthy, watch!”
Forgot about Slam attack. Added it in: that barbarian is going to have a bad day.
Gorthug dutifully marched forward, grinning. He remembered many a skirmish with the human barbarians of his homeland. They were often proof that when unfettered from civilization, mankind had the potential to be more than sniveling slave-stock. He looked forward to killing worthy foes once more.
[dice=Total damage to gate after hardness]16+8 Gorthug slammed his axe with all of his might into the gate!
The assault on the gate continued, with the undead orc eager to see what was on the other side. ”Your gate will not save you!” His raspy voice called out. ”Cower while you can.” He concluded as he ripped his axe free and gave the gate a solid kick.
Gorthug slammed his axe into the gate once more...but when he tried to pull it out so that he could slam his shoulder against it as a follow-up...he realized the axe was stuck. As such all he could do was strain to pull the weapon out.
Gorthug began trying to batter down the gate. Without any way to go over or under, he had no choice but to go through.
We could handwave it being so scared it just gets unsummoned.
Gorthug thinks it is your slave, so it is yours to do with as you see fit.
Gorthug nodded. ”Better talk from slime-monster. We will kill and eat the princess and become stronger. That is how it should be.” He was quite pleased in how effective his pep talk was.
Gorthug turned to Bob and snarled ”Whining is for the weak. It is elf-talk.” He didn’t know what Bob was, and knew that this was not normal for it. It was concerning, even, as he had decided that Bob was part of his tribe. His words were about as close to a comforting pep talk as he was he able to provide.
Spooky party. What a nightmare to encounter us. Two characters who a very different kinds of scary.
With his mind back, Gorthug now has an amazing +18 Intimidate! Also forgot he has 1 more skill point to play with. So he will have Survival. As it seems like the sort of skill he would have when alive.
GM mentioned that we would level up after this fight. Therefore, to get this ready. Lvl 1 Roughrider Fighter!
Next level Gorthug will take a modified Graveknight Template. Giving him a spectral worg to ride. As for his armor, hopefully by then he will either have found a suitable suit of armor or will have made his own.
With his mind clear for the first time since death, Gorthug took stock of his situation. He remembered dying, being cursed, and then there were broken memories, which became clearer and clearer up until the present. Of rolling years standing guard in a lightless hell. Of murdering wandering adventurers. Of the mistress’ demise and the possession of her son. He remembered killing a dragon. He remembered Goldslip, and her calming presence. But of each comrade, with the exception of her, all he knew were fragments. He remembered Cindy talking of bears, of Piedmontia leading a thieving mission...images of Snowball’s and Bob’s antics...it was a strange assortment of monsters, to be sure. He looked down at the cowering elemental, and then at the enslaved human being temporarily released. And in that moment he made a decision. Every orc needed a clan. And this was his clan. While he didn’t know, yet, what everyone’s place was, it was still good to have a place to belong. He just really wished he remembered *why* they were on the mountain, fighting elementals and trudging through snow. There was probably a good reason for it. But with this group, probably was the key word.
”We killing it?” Gorthug asked in common. His language skills were returning, but he didn’t seem to realize the extent of his prior degradation.
Gorthug hesitated. The little fey seemed eager to take the elemental as a slave. Which seemed reasonable enough.
Gorthug looked down at the cowering opponent. He remembered this feeling. The undead orc smiled. No longer taking it seriously, he began to swing his axe...
Any more teleports for Gorthug? He can smack the scared Elemental, but that might be counter productive
<shifty eyes while hiding an oversized axe behind his back>
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