To da derro??? OK! On it! ARRRRGGGGHHHHH
Grethe lets out an overbearing roar as he bursts into a fit of rage. he then charges directly towards the derro with his sword held high, taking a mighty swing once he gets there. (AOO on blue)
"Hey guys, it dark in der. Let me go first. k? k!"
Grethe moves into the darkness and takes a look around
perception:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9 survival:1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14
Lets see... lets seee..... lets seee. i see a torch, and nuttin else. Going to go deeper!
Grethe moves up ahead of the party approaching the torches. Once at the tunnel he takes a look around once again in this area.
perception:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Ughhh man wut happen?
Grethe reaches down to pick up his sword just as Watkins taps him with his wand. He feels a small feeling of warmth flow through him
Oh fank for dat! so uhh now wut?
grethe looks around at the dead body trying to find anything of importance
fort:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
In a heroic attempt to dart past the creature, grethe becomes entangles in Jeffrey's flowing hair and cant make it past the creature. He leaves himself open for attack, which this trained beast wastes no time in taking advantage of.
Ahhhhhhhrrgggghhhh......
Just as the creature sinks its teeth into Grethe, he starts to scream out and then stops. stop screaming, stops moving, just kind of stands there unable to do anything, dropping his weapon on the ground below him.
fort:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17 "Ugh what dat smell?" Just as grethes body is wrapped in the foulest of foul oders, he watches as Jeffrey comes face to face with some big stinky thing. But rather than take weapon to the creature Jeffrey instead has puked all over him.
"Wut da?!? First da crap water, now da crap smell, now dis? Jeffrey what you doing? You all in da way man! Arrrrghhhhh I don have time for dis nonsense!"
Grethe yells out a loud roar and goes into a fit of rage and attempts to push beyond the creature.
Once behind the creature, Grethe stops, and then goes into a full power attack from behind flanking the creature.
Round One:
Move: run past creature, Overrun
Overrun:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
If i make it, then ill power attack from the flank
Standard: Power attack, raging, flanking
atk:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22 dmg:2d6 + 12 ⇒ (3, 2) + 12 = 17
Rage remaining: 3/6 rounds
Grethe finds nothing to aid him in crossing this muck.
"Ewwwww dis is gross. I don see no paper either."
He stands at the edge of the rocks trying to determine the best way to get across. "Ugh dis armor, no gud for dis, no gud at all"
He takes his time to take off his armor and shove it in his backpack before attempting to cross utilizing the rocks
With no armor, his acro goes from -4 to +1 acro:1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10
Unfortunately even without his armor, he loses his footing and splashes down into the muck.
"Eeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!" he blurts out while getting his bearings and crawling out the other side.
"I hope i dun catch nuttin" fort:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
Once safely on the other side he puts his armor on, and looks around some more.
Perception:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
Grethe yells up to his friends. "Der a bunch of s@!% down here!" Seeing what he is up against here he is at a loss. "Dis is too much for me. I go see if der another way."
Grethe heads south, but still in sight of his comrades to see if there is anything else he can use to help cross the stream.
Ohhhh Kaaaayyyyy
Grethe hurries over and decends the ladder down into the darkness. He looks around for anything out of the ordinary. If he sees anything strange he yells it up to his friends.
Grethe walks over and takes a peak down inside
Hrm, it look dark down der. I can sees the dark purty gud. Should i go first? perception:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
Grethe looks over Alrathien's shoulder examining the map. Very intrigued by the squares Hey guys! I got it! Der one, two, tree, four, five, six squares, and der one, two, tree, four, five, six of us! Now what dat mean?
as Grethe descends down the stairs, his darkvision eyes are able to pick up all the tiniest nuisances in these stairs, except of course his giant feet stepping on the clear trap sending an arrow straight towards his chest. He lets out a shout Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck! in a volume that can only be that of Grethe.
When he reaches the bottom he joins the rest of the party and finds the blood splattered door. He turns to the party while ripping out the arrow from his chest. As he does, out with it comes a chunk of his flesh, and he screams in pain once again.
Uhhhh guys, dere be blood here, and its not mine
the action of ripping out the arrow causes Grethe to bleed profusely, a red fountain, all over the door.
No wait. now dere some of mine. I dun feel so gud at all.
from that hit grethe is now at 2/13 hp, no wait, i forgot to reset my hp after the last one. im at 8/13 now
Grethe lets out an overbearing roar, holding his sword up high over his head, as if expecting some sort of applause for his action. He looks around to see everyone else carry on their way.
He shrugs, and calms down his rage, then investigates the remains of the creature.
Grethe yells out to the party. Der is some dirty, uhhh, rocky, uhh dirty rock guy here! He does not look happy.
Grethe continues to delay until the creature takes a move.
Grethe readies an attack in case the creature advances into range. If the creature does not move on his turn, grethe will 5' in and then attack.
If the creature comes into range, then grethe goes nuts.
He will rage, then swing with a power attack.
Raging Rnd 1
Attack creature with greatsword: atk:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
Dmg if hit: dmg:2d6 + 12 ⇒ (3, 4) + 12 = 19
Delaying until after jeffrey attacks,(5' step back after maybe?) hoping to not fight the creature in there so that others may have some sort of line of sight to do something.
Grethe starts laughing hysterically at both Kimiya and Jeffrey attempt the handstand. Listening to Jeffrey he then gets down and attempts to do a split.
Acro:1d20 - 4 ⇒ (7) - 4 = 3 Ahhhhhhhhh an orcs legs are not supposed to bend like dat!
After attempting the split he falls over landing on his ass letting out another overbearing laugh.
He looks up towards Alrathien. Hey Robey! You almos finished dere?
Grethe joins the gang in the room while Alrathien copies the inscriptions on the bell. He stands there, staring at the bell when suddenly "Guys guys! Dis bell he said makes dem persons do what it says to right? RIGHT???? How dis work?"
Grethe slams the hilt of his greatsword on the bell causing a loud ring. As the bell lets out a loud booming ring, he turns to Jeffrey and says "Stand on your head!"
Whoa! Look at dis place! Wut a mess!
Grethes voice is booming, much louder than needs to be for an area such as this.
Grethe follows Velen in but then adjusts his path.
Leave no stone unturned dey say! I go check dis out over here
Grethe heads to the northern beggars boxes with his sword drawn and looks for anything out of the ordinary in each and every one of them.
Hearing Velen's clank, Grethe wastes no time doing what he does.
Its go time Jeffrey! RAAAAARRRRR!!!!!!
Grethe lets out a loud roar and rushes through the team, and enemies like a mack truck, not stopping until he reaches just past orange. Once he gets there he stops hard and does a spinning swipe back to the orange mob now behind him, using his huge ass greatsword.
At the end of Grethe's roar, all you hear is a hollowing clunks of a head as it falls and bounces to the ground, shortly after followed by the familiar plop of a now decapitated body.
Grethe listens intently to The VC and alrathien talk. When he hears Jeffrey say "verbal dairreah" he quickly shushes Jeffrey. shhhhhh! I'm tryin to listen to dis
He continues to try to remain focused. And mumbles a bit out loud. ok, we go to da north, but we enter from da south? And we look for a bell, but how we know if it be da right bell? Ahhhhhhhh I needs another drink!
Grethe stares blankly unable to participate in the remainder of the battle. He watches as his new friends quickly dispatch of the threat. After a few moments, the paralysis wears off.
Whoooooooooa!!! Good show comrades! I'll gladly hunt with you all again! Time for some drink now yes?!
Grethe is pleased with his party and wishes to continue further with them.
Grethe starts running past all his allies towards the man at the desk. He only gets about partyway though before his armor gets the best of him and he has to stop for a breather.
Grethe looks at his companions smashing the half orcs left and right.
He lets out a shrug "I guess dey not friends. OK Den!"
Greth switfly moves up and around red, who seems to focused on the wiggly fingers to do anything about it. As he runs by red, he lets out a little jest. "Hey ugly! Whats going on ugly? BWa ha ha"
Once Grethe reaches behind red he strikes hard with his big sword.
rnd2:
Move action: Move 20 assuming im not provoking since red is fascinated. If i provoke, ill take the hit.
Standard Action: greatsword. Power Attack
atk:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21 dmg:2d6 + 9 ⇒ (5, 3) + 9 = 17
Grethe lets out a loud booming laugh in this darkness which echos off the walls of this cave.
Good show friend Velen! I come help!
Grethe continues to navigate through the darkness with ease until he approaches Orange from a flanking position. He holds up his massive greatsword and brings it down with a heavy swing.
round2:
Move action: move 20 to flank.
standard action:
round 2 of bloodrage. Attack with greatsword.
atk:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18 dmgifhit:2d6 + 12 ⇒ (2, 6) + 12 = 20
Ha ha ha! Do you even know who I am? I AM GRETHE!!!!!!
Grethe lets out a mighty roar as he enters blood rage. Navigating through the darkness just as if it were daylight he charges directly towards red and attacks with his big ass two handed sword.
Grethe lets out a loud and overbearing laugh as he pats Alrathien on the back. "AHHHH Gud work man! Now lets get dere and see what all dis fuss is about!"
Grethe nods his head in agreement
"Ya ya, i believe da paintings lead to da clues, and da clues we will use to tria, triupmh? No No, oh ya, Triangle where to go"
Grethe stands up and walks closer to the wall, near where the "I" is.
"Guys. GUYS! You are supposed to be polite. If dat supposed to be a door, den you should knock first!"
Grethe knocks on the wall near the location of the "I" that is engraved in the wall, then takes a step back to see if anything happens.
Grethe follows along with the party, letting out a whine here and there. uhhhhhgggggg, someone wake me up when we to da action.
Grethe nods his head in agreement with Jeffrey and Watkins and yells out Yes, to da abby. The crazy painted it, lets go dere. Unless you see something else Jeffrey?
if jeffrey sees something will stay, otherwise moving towards abby.
Grethe thanks Watkins. "Wooo man, dats quite some fine magic you got dere. I feel like a new grethe! Whoa, cept for this giant bloody mess all over my armor. Ha ha ha!"
Grethe lets out a little laugh, then stops suddenly, clears his throat, and speaks to watkins, in as serious a voice as anyone has heard yet, "No seriously my main man. wut happen? I think we won right? Whose dat short little one over there? Where is Jeffrey going? Did i mess sumtin up?"
Grethe is back to 2/13 hp
Grethe sits up on the catwalk, coughing up some blood all over Watkins.
"whoooooooaaaaaa. wha happened? uggghhhhh"
Grethe stands to his feet but winces clearly still in pain. He examines the surroundings, seeing the bloody corpses scattered around the room.
"Whoa! How much did i drink? I dun remember any of dis"
Grethe sees Watkins, covered in a bit of spit up blood holding out 3 potions towards him.
"Tanks man! I really feel like I could use some of dis. "
Grethe pops one more open and chugs it down.
CLWPot:1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 Grethe back to 7/13 "Ohhh that feels a bit better. Hey guys, you mind if i drink da rest of dees?"
Grethe works his way down the catwalk and joins the rest of the party.
As grethe lay on the catwalk, the blood that at one point was gushing from his wounds seemed to have slowed down for now.
I typod grethes hp. he has 13, not 12. still a hit of 14 damage total brings him to -1, so if i understand this correctly its a 1d20+2 (because of my con) and i have to beat a dc 11 (10 +1 because i am down 1 hp)
Grethe looks up the ladder to Watkins standing right at the top.
"Wot?!? Watkins! Did anyone tell you that you have a big ass?"
Grethe speeds his way up the ladder and works his way past Watkins.
AcceleratedClimb:1d20 - 1 ⇒ (8) - 1 = 7
Grethe, huffing and puffing from the climb, catches his breathe and yells out "Foooooook, why didn't anyone tell me MY ass was so big! HA HA HA ". His laugh is cut short as he makes eye contact with the creature on the catwalk.
