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As they wander, Gronak keeps his sword at the ready. He also casts light on one of his gauntlets, adding to the illumination.

Dungeoneering: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

When he sees the spider web hit one of the cultists, he quickly jumps forward to strike the nearest beast.

Greatsword: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
Damage: 2d6 + 10 ⇒ (3, 4) + 10 = 17

Gronak continues working with the boar, and the crate, to support the door. He watches for any sign of failure as the dawnflowers are ushered downstairs.

Strength: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14
Know: Engineering: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

Gronak puts his shoulder into the door, helping to support it as he watches the dawnflowers begin to quietly file through. He grins at the big pig sitting valiantly in the way and idly pulls a fat fish from the barrel, offering the morsel to his partner in their current crime.

Strength Check: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

Gronak gives a silent look to his gnome companion. Seeing Wrofyx’s intent to gather the refugees, he moves to reinforce the door.

Gronak moves towards the door, finding a pile of crates and pushing the heavy gear to support the entrance.

Strength Check: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Gronak stands, pulling his sword from his back.

”Did your contacts happen to tell you anything about this militia’s size or skill?” he hisses quietly to Musello.

Gronak keeps watch outside as all his companions enter the building. He scans the streets briefly as he follows and closes the door behind them.

Gronak gives the knock indicated. 3 times fast, 3 times slow, then 3 times fast again. He steps away from the door, glancing around for any observers on the street.

Gronak ends the spell on his sword, shrouding the party again with the darkness of night. He sheaths the blade on his back, a highly inefficient method of storage, but one that seems to come naturally to the skilled warrior with magical aptitude.

The Kellid gives Ver’Yanion a single nod, entering the building unless halted by his companion.

Gronak nods and starts to head in the direction indicated, leading the way with Ver’Yanion. Noticing the possible risks posed by the dark streets late at night, he pulls his great sword.

”Shirak!” he intones clearly, immediately illuminating the sword bright as a torch.

Not hearing any smart quips or flashes of insight, Gronak flags down the nearest fisherman.

”You look like a man that knows about fish, unlike my companions here. We are looking for the Rods and Reels shop. Can you point the way?”

With his strong, and now a bit magically augmented, constitution, as well as plenty of time on boats on his way to the inner sea, Gronak seemed very comfortable with the trip. If not forced below, he found a clear space near the bow to relax and enjoy the view along their journey. He exited the boat at least as refreshed as his peers, greater so than some.

”Well friends, who knows their way about this city and can direct us to our destination?”

”I am Gronak of Clan Kranum.” The brutish Kellid gives him a firm and hearty handshake. He is now donning heavy plate mail and what appears to be shiny new great sword. ”I have already travelled far from the lands of old Sarkoris to learn the ability to channel powerful magic and save my people from the demonic plague of the Worldwound. One hour on this fine ship will not hinder my progress!”

He turns to his companions, ”Hail friends! It has been long, but I am happy to say that I am now a Wizard.

Gronak
Fighter 1/Wizard 1
Grand Lodge
51854-17
No Day Job

Gronak the Wizard checking in!

"Let's end this now!" Gronak shouts as he charges the small beast.

Greatsword: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 6 + 2 = 14
Damage: 2d6 + 9 ⇒ (4, 4) + 9 = 17

While always willing to be violent, Gronak is rarely angry. Now Gronak is getting angry. He jumps back to his feet, moving quickly and decisively toward the sound in the corner, sword at hand.

”You hide so well, you could have left this place. Instead, you choose to face us. We’ll, face us!”

Gronak opens his eyes and stands, confused as to how he keeps ending up unconscious without even getting into a proper brawl.

He glares, scanning the area for what may be assaulting him.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19

Flicking the gore from his sword, Gronak moves quickly to support the half-ork and his boar. He squints in the low light, searching for any movement.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Gronak readies his blade from another strike.

Ready action to attack when an enemy is noticed within reach.

Gronak quickly moves forward passing Lugrok and provoking an attack from the enemy.

"The bugs grow big down here, but it makes them easier to hit!"

Greatsword: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 6 + 2 = 28
Confirm Crit: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 6 + 2 = 10
Damage: 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (4, 6) + 6 = 16

Know: Dungeoneering: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

Gronak allows the rogue to complete his work without interruption, keeping his weapon at the ready and eyes open for any movement. He sets himself up near the opening to the side room, lighting a torch if needed.

"Seems almost too easy..."

Gronak speaks up, after several minutes of seeming bored or distracted.

"Don't we have some directions? There should be a big room somewhere near here."

He looks around, watching for new ambushes or other indications of where to go.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Intelligence: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21

Frustrated with the deception, Gronak bellows out, "Show yourself, fiend!"

He tries to search for the enemy, watching where Urk and Lugrok are focused and looking for an opportunity to attack.
Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10

Delay. When an opening is available, he will attack.

Greatsword: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21
Damage: 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (5, 1) + 6 = 12
Miss Chance: 1d100 ⇒ 50

Seeing the slimy mess of a creature, and the convenient flank with Ver'Yanion, Gronak swings.

Greatsword: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 6 + 2 = 28
Confirm: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 6 + 2 = 17
Damage: 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (1, 2) + 6 = 9

Gronak keeps his sword ready in front of him as he moves toward Ringo, peering into the darkness and trying to catch a glimpse of the creature.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12
Dungeoneering: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

Snores loudly

Gronak flops to the ground, as gracefully as he would drop into a pile of mammoth pelts after a week of hard travel. His sword clatters to the foliaged ground beside him.

He dreams of leading his tribe to battle against the demon hordes, throwing fireballs with one hand as he swings his sword with the other.

Gronak moves around Urk, focusing on the big plant.

”I cast GREATSWORD”

Greatsword: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 6 + 1 = 15
Damage: 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (2, 6) + 6 = 14

In his years living so near the world wound, Gronak has encountered all sorts of unholy vegetation. He knows how to drop these strange trees. He starts swinging at the nearest enemy, moving his way forward.

Greatword: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Damage: 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (3, 1) + 6 = 10

Gronak keeps his sword in front of him, avoiding what he can and hacking down any flora that grows in the way of their path.

He keeps attentive, realizing that such an area is perfect for an ambush.

Gronak wipes the blood from his sword and sheaths the blade as he follows the party to the statue. He watches Naiso and Ver’Yanion in rapt attention as they cast their cantrips, trying to match their hand movements and incantations as he has been learning from Aram Zey.

He nods with Ver’Yanion, ”Yes, probably illusion. Maybe something to scare off the weak minded, do you think?”

Bluff: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (20) - 2 = 18

Gronak twists as the staff swings near his face, allowing the weapon to deflect off his armor. He steps up, moving to flank as he swings his sword back at the second adversary.

Greatsword: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
Damage: 2d6 + 9 ⇒ (4, 6) + 9 = 19

Gronak takes the hit to his jaw. Stunned for a moment, he recovers in short order. He spits blood on the ground at Pellius’ feet.

”You shouldn’t have done that.” He smiles as he heaves his Greatsword for a retaliatory strike.

Greatsword: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
Damage: 2d6 + 9 ⇒ (5, 2) + 9 = 16

He follows through with his blow, stepping to the far wall out of the way to let he companions move forward.

Gronak is used to stepping forward to fight shoulder to shoulder with his clanmates against demons and other unworldly horrors, but has quickly come to understand that the pathfinder’s society occasionally has different ways of dealing with threats. As his predominant goal is to learn the ways of the society and uncover new, more powerful mechanisms for dealing with his people’s abyssal threat, he is happy to sit back and perceive his companions approach. Still, he remains ready to step forward in the ways he knows well.

As the men step out of the tunnel, Gronak draws his sword from it’s sheath. He does not act aggressively, but lazily swings the blade over his shoulder as lumberjack would rest his ax while taking a break between trees. Their new ally is not fond of these individuals, but as he is distrustful of this strange beast, he does not immediately assume these men are enemies unless they chose to indicate otherwise.

Gronak tosses Ver’Yanion a few coins to contribute to the purchase, but stays to watch the beast.

”What sort of creature is a ‘Togg’? I have not seen one of your kind before. How long have you lived in this sewer?”

Gronak climbs down, lighting a new torch of the one he tossed in has been extinguished. He pulls his sword, scanning the sewers as his allies descend.

Know-Dun: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
Know-Eng: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

The large Kellid man, quiet during their initial exchange, lights a torch and drops it down the hole. He steps forward to assist Lugrok.

”Should I go in first, or do you need help lowering Urk?”

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Player: Chris Meuleners
Character: Gronak
PFS#: 51854-17
Faction: Grand Lodge
Day Job: nothing

”we have been gone a long time. While they likely don’t care if they make us wait, we could just as likely be walking back to a room full of guards. I agree, we should take the path we know.”

Gronak wraps his sword back into the cloth covered bundle and attempts to make it look like he has some kind of task to complete.

Gronak turns and looks at Wrofyx accusingly.

”What did you do?

He doesn’t wait long for a response before piling pieces of wood from the chair up into a squat pyramid shaped structure, filled with the stuffing.

Gronak continues to chop at the chair, frustrated as the piece of lumber dodges his attacks.

”We will start a fire with your bones, damned chair!”

Greatsword: 1d20 + 6 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 6 + 1 + 2 = 23
Damage: 2d6 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (4, 4) + 6 + 1 = 15

The scruffy warrior in an ill fitting tuxedo shirt takes another chop.

Greatsword: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 6 + 1 = 13
Damage: 2d6 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (1, 4) + 6 + 1 = 12

Gronak looks for an opening, sliding in next to Lugroc.

“We have urgent business Fat Penguin. We have no time to sit. Get up!”

Greatsword: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
Damage: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

”Finally, somewhere I don’t need to hide like I am a servant.” Gronak scoffs.

He hops down into the room when he has the space available, readying his sword as he peers around.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Gronak takes up the rear, closing the door to the small room and attempting to pull the vent shut behind the party. He grunts uncomfortably as he squeezes himself into the vent, following along on his hands and knees.

Gronak pokes around a bit for anything interesting, but mostly stays near the door at the ready, just in case anyone else heard their scuffle with the imps.

Aid Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13

Gronak takes a brief look at the wounds.

”Is it too late to remove the limb?” but lowers his sword as the elf declares the poison had run it’s course.

He moves on to admire the artwork and equipment in the next room, casually flicking what looks like a riding crop as he examines the painting of Sarenrae.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19

Back on solid footing and emboldened after slaying the first imp, Gronak attempts to bat the other devil from the air.

”Come down here and face me!”

Greatsword: 1d20 + 6 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 6 + 2 + 1 = 17
Damage: 2d6 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (1, 5) + 6 + 1 = 13

Gronak pulls his Greatsword from the awkward bundle of blankets he had been hauling around, letting the bedding and painting fall to the ground. He takes a step onto the bed, surrounding the imp just as Ver’Yanion clubs it, and takes a slice.

Greatsword: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 6 + 2 = 11
Dmg: 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (1, 4) + 6 = 11

Unfortunately, the soft bedding provide terrible footing and his swing goes wide.

Gronak observes the painting, considering their orders.

”They say we are to find evidence of what happened to her, it can’t help to save something that proves she existed.”

He rolls the canvas up with his sword under the sheet borrowed previously to roughly conceal them both.