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Stealth: 1d20 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (11) + 1 - 4 = 8

Grum’s idea of hiding, it seemed, was about on par with a toddler playing hide and seek. On the plus side, he made excellent bait.

”Good idea. I hope they are Drow. I heard that they always have magical gear. Then we can ambush them and get rich.” He said, helpfully.

With 2 castings, Grum slaps him as well

”Bah! He is fine!” Grum growled as he slapped his friend on the back, hard. As he did, his innate magic forced itself onto him, giving him darkvision.

Vision mastery, can use twice per day. So 22 hours Darkvision!

Grum took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. He took in the scents and sights of the long walk. ”Ah….now this is new.” Life was short, violent and painful. So in his estimation, it was best to enjoy whatever new experiences came. ”So…do we know where to go from here?”

Grum have Haela a hearty slap on the back and let out a booming laugh. ”Yes!” He said, pumping his fist in the air. ”Smell that?” He said, motioning to the corpses and gore. ”The smell of victory! Let us loot the bodies and press on.”

Sorry misread the map

Hit: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (17) + 23 = 40
Damage with electricity and fire: 1d10 + 1d6 + 1d4 + 26 ⇒ (10) + (2) + (2) + 26 = 40

Iterative: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (11) + 15 = 26
Damage with electricity and fire: 1d10 + 1d6 + 1d4 + 26 ⇒ (3) + (4) + (4) + 26 = 37

Iterative: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19
Damage with electricity and fire: 1d10 + 1d6 + 1d4 + 26 ⇒ (4) + (6) + (3) + 26 = 39

Grum stopped, seeing the wounded chieftain was still alive. He decided to rectify the situation.

Double move

Grum was starting to breathe heavier from the exertion, but he was smiling. The pain reminded him that he was alive, and the knowledge that others weren't made it all the more exhilarating. With but one enemy left, he ran towards it, his blade at the ready.

One Morlock remained to the south of Grum. The half-orc turned from the fallen foe and immediately set about tearing the unfortunate to pieces.

Hit: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (16) + 23 = 39
Damage with electricity and fire: 1d10 + 1d6 + 1d4 + 26 ⇒ (5) + (2) + (1) + 26 = 34

Iterative: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (18) + 15 = 33
Damage with electricity and fire: 1d10 + 1d6 + 1d4 + 26 ⇒ (5) + (5) + (1) + 26 = 37

Iterative: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28
Damage with electricity and fire: 1d10 + 1d6 + 1d4 + 26 ⇒ (8) + (4) + (3) + 26 = 41

Fort: 1d20 + 13 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 13 + 3 = 27

Hit: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (6) + 23 = 29
Damage with electricity and fire: 1d10 + 1d6 + 1d4 + 26 ⇒ (3) + (2) + (2) + 26 = 33

Grum ran through the arcane storm, laughing as he did so at the destruction that buffeted them all. Heading right for the largest of the enemy, he lunged at it with his blade.

Item Mastery

Lightning Bolt big guy and 2 little ones: 10d6 ⇒ (5, 6, 2, 1, 6, 6, 2, 4, 5, 4) = 41

William advanced with his Staff of Fire in hand, while Grum marched forward with his blade held up high. Lightning danced along the edge of the blade, crackling with power. It lit up Grum's face, which was filled with by a huge smile that betrayed his eagerness for what was to come. Such was his anticipation, that when he pointed his blade at the enemy and roared his challenge, his latent sorcerous powers manifested again. Just as William's staff belched forth flame, so too did the lightning of Grum's blade shoot forth in a blinding flash. It was a brutal opening to the battle.

If for whatever reason Grum can't do this, then instead he will use the surprise round to use Dazzling Display: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (17) + 16 = 33

Grum smiled. "Good enough for me. So long as they are clumped up, let's throw a fireball in there and charge in."

Grum sighed. "So, we fighting them or what?" He asked, resting his blade on his shoulder. "I'm all up for killing them all, but if they're just standing around, then we can just walk away. Unless you all think that they'd have something worth looting?"

Grum was itching for the fight. His hand reflexively clutched at his blade.

"If they want to dance, then we'll dance." Grum said, shrugging his armored shoulders. "Or they'll reward us. Either way, we'll have a good time."

Grum nodded and waved Benedict away as he broke down into a fit of coughing. When it finally subsided he leaned against a wall, pulled out a flask of water, took a swig and spat it out on the ground. While his eyes were slightly glassy he otherwise looked fine.

Round 1

Hit: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (16) + 23 = 39
Damage with electricity and fire: 1d10 + 1d6 + 1d4 + 26 ⇒ (6) + (4) + (3) + 26 = 39

Round 2

Hit: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (13) + 23 = 36
Damage with electricity and fire: 1d10 + 1d6 + 1d4 + 26 ⇒ (5) + (5) + (2) + 26 = 38

Iterative: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (4) + 15 = 19
Damage with electricity and fire: 1d10 + 1d6 + 1d4 + 26 ⇒ (6) + (5) + (4) + 26 = 41

Iterative: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25
Damage with electricity and fire: 1d10 + 1d6 + 1d4 + 26 ⇒ (2) + (3) + (1) + 26 = 32

A plant. Grum was almost disappointed. No fear. No anger. No pain. No blood. And worst of all, nothing to loot. Still, it was a challenge. Coming in alongside Benedict, he went at the plant, seeing it as a useful training session.

Cohort or not, IC she is part of our group. Grum very vocally advocates for her to wield the axe of her people.

”A horde breaker!” Grum’s eyes went wide. Then a grin appeared on his face. He grabbed the axe, raising it high in the air as he inspected it. ”How many orcs has this killed?” He mused, his voice filled with awe and reverence. He then thrust it at Haela. ”Can you wield this?” His voice boomed. ”I want to see what this axe can do.”

While Grum had no desire to have the axe (he was more than happy with his beloved sword), he still hovered over William's shoulder out of curiosity. He had heard many tales of the sharpness of dwarven axes, and he really wanted to know what this one could do. Such was his interest that he nearly forgot about the journals. Which, he was sure, the others could read and summarize for him. Regardless, he was sure that something in there would point them in the right direction, or that Gorum would guide them towards their next battle.

Happy holidays to you all!

Hit: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (8) + 23 = 31
Damage with electricity and fire: 1d10 + 1d6 + 1d4 + 26 ⇒ (2) + (2) + (2) + 26 = 32

Upset that he had yet to get his blade wet, Grum charged in without any thought for his own safety.

Grum has been moved, and he has no more actions that he can take. Please place yourselves around him. This should happen after william climbs (?) out of the pit, so he can be included as well.

Ref: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (3) + 19 = 22
Dimension door! To surround the casting snake. Please place yourselves

Grum roared in frustration at the magical shenanigans. One second there was a raging half orc…and then the entire group vanished…

Using his blade, Grum proceeded to hack away at the tentacles that kept him in place…

CMB: + 11 (BaB) +5 (Str) +1 (Haste) +2 (Greater Weapon Focus) +1 (Enchantment) = +20

CMB: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (5) + 20 = 25

…cutting his way free, he withdrew towards Benedict and Haela. ”Gather round.” He said, holding his hand to his bleeding side, a look of rage on his face. ”I’ll teleport us right behind the bastards. Then we tear them to pieces.”

No your plan is probably better…I’ll wait to see what Aerel does. If it doesn’t work for him I’ll try the dimension door

Right I’ll do dimension door. Quite swamped at the moment I’ll get a post up soon. Benedict feel free to move us.

What about dimension door? It would take us out of the tentacles so we won’t be grappled. I worry that breaking free now just leaves us to be grappled again next round

Aerel has dex damage? If that is the case, Grum can heal it.

restoration mastery Would just need to tick off a use of barroom brawler.

Grum smiled. The morlocks were in a defensive position. If they moved in, it would be a chokepoint, where the numbers of his group would count for little. It would be four against two. If the line couldn't be broken immediately, then whomever went would be in serious trouble.

"DIE IN THE NAME OF GORUM!" He roared, raising his blade high up, allowing them to see his blade as well as the electricity and fire than ran along its length. He trusted that Benedict could get their own formation ready.

Dazzling Display: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (17) + 16 = 33
For all enemies in 40ft, shaken if the 33 is higher than 10 + the target’s Hit Dice + the target’s Wisdom modifier. For every 5 points that he beats the DC by, increase the duration by 1 round

"Look at that!" Grum exclaimed. "Dwarven armor. Think it'll fit, Haela?" Grum asked, seemingly unaware of how the question could be perceived as being in bad taste. "Always heard that dwarven ruins were filled with treasure, and we find a full suit of armor just lying here." He added, his mood elated after the fight they just had. "Aerel, think you can unjam that door? I'm really curious to see what's on the other side."

Hit: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (2) + 23 = 25
Damage with electricity and fire: 1d10 + 1d6 + 1d4 + 26 ⇒ (2) + (4) + (1) + 26 = 33

Iterative: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (3) + 15 = 18
Damage with electricity and fire: 1d10 + 1d6 + 1d4 + 26 ⇒ (7) + (1) + (1) + 26 = 35

Iterative: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17
Damage with electricity and fire: 1d10 + 1d6 + 1d4 + 26 ⇒ (10) + (2) + (3) + 26 = 41

Hands slick with ichor, Grum nearly lost control of his blade. His frenzied attacks lost much of their accuracy as he had to stop the blade from falling out of his grasp. Luckily, he kept the weapon from falling, which would have been catastrophic.

Hit: 1d20 + 23 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 23 + 2 = 43
Damage with electricity and fire: 1d10 + 1d6 + 1d4 + 26 ⇒ (8) + (4) + (2) + 26 = 40
Wait until the arrows fly and charge a wounded one if possible for the extra +2

Grum took a deep breath as the order to charge was given. He wasn’t the biggest fan of fighting mindless animals. That wasn’t war. It wasn’t nearly as much fun. But he was ready to spill blood nonetheless, as running like a coward was disgraceful. With a slight nod to Benedict he charged in, sword held up high.

”I can try to teleport us down.” Grum offered. He still wasn’t sure that he could do it, but knowing that he did it before gave him the confidence to at least attempt it.

Grum was brimming with excitement. ”So we get to fight a false god? Ah, this day gets better by the moment. This will be a worth sacrifice.” He said with a smile.

”Wants to talk? Huh. Must be scared of us.” He said, sounding somewhat disappointed.

"Well. Time for another day of fun." Grum said, as he tried to roll the kink out of his neck. It hadn't exactly been a restful night of sleep, all things considered. "Down into the warrens! Let's rappel down the crevasse. I'd rather not be washed away and drowned by going down a well."

Grum, surprised at what he had done, attempted to repeat the arcane prowess with a flourish. He looked at his blade and his hands in confusion when nothing happened. He tried again, with the same result. A feeling of panic crept in, as he fell back, so that the others might continue to blast away with alchemical and arcane fire.

Good idea!

Lightning Bolt!: 8d6 ⇒ (4, 5, 1, 4, 3, 3, 3, 3) = 26

His eyes wide with fear, Grum pointed his sword at the swarm as he retreated. Something deep inside of him reacted, and a bolt of lightning shot forth from the weapon. Once more, it showed that he had it within him to be a great sorcerer, but that it was completely wasted potential given the kind of person he was. As such, the swarm was engulfed, not only in fire, but lightning as well.

Grum cursed loudly. As with Haela he was ready to teleport to safety should it reach them, as there was nothing he could do to harm the swarm. Falling back with the others, he was ready to retreat one way or another.

"As good a place as any." Grum said. It felt like they were somehow losing momentum, which was odd, given how amazing they were together as a group. He hoped that a good night's rest would clear their heads so that they could start anew.

10 wounds left on Grum as he had 51 taken. Using curative mastery for 3x cure light wounds. First on himself. Whomever needs healing still can take the other two .

CLW: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
CLW: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
CLW: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

>Happy fighter noises<

Would be glad to give Haela the +1 and upgrade to +2

”No!” Grum said with a booming laugh. He began to take the corpses and threw them into the mud to make an ad-hoc bridge. ”But that was a great time. Come, walk over.”

Hit: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (20) + 23 = 43
Damage with electricity and fire: 1d10 + 1d6 + 1d4 + 26 ⇒ (9) + (5) + (3) + 26 = 43

Iterative: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (5) + 15 = 20
Damage with electricity and fire: 1d10 + 1d6 + 1d4 + 26 ⇒ (2) + (6) + (3) + 26 = 37

Iterative: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12
Damage with electricity and fire: 1d10 + 1d6 + 1d4 + 26 ⇒ (3) + (4) + (3) + 26 = 36

Confirm: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (15) + 23 = 38
Crit: 1d10 + 26 ⇒ (10) + 26 = 36

With an approving smile Grum raised his sword. ”Son of Gorum!” He laughed. ”Welcome, brother!” He said, warmly, as he swung his sword at the neck of his foe.

all vs big one who hit Grum

AOO: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (10) + 23 = 33
Damage with electricity and fire: 1d10 + 1d6 + 1d4 + 26 ⇒ (10) + (6) + (3) + 26 = 45

Hit: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (10) + 23 = 33
Damage with electricity and fire: 1d10 + 1d6 + 1d4 + 26 ⇒ (4) + (2) + (4) + 26 = 36

Iterative: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (14) + 15 = 29
Damage with electricity and fire: 1d10 + 1d6 + 1d4 + 26 ⇒ (5) + (5) + (4) + 26 = 40

Iterative: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25
Damage with electricity and fire: 1d10 + 1d6 + 1d4 + 26 ⇒ (3) + (2) + (4) + 26 = 35

Grum reeled as the morlock walloped him on the side of the head. Blood ran down from his temple as he turned to give the morlock his full attention. With something between a snarl and a laugh he went straight for the large morlock, ripping and stabbing with his sword with reckless abandon.

Save vs poison: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (16) + 13 = 29
Assuming a 29 saves for the following rolls

Hit: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (15) + 23 = 38
Damage with electricity and fire: 1d10 + 1d6 + 1d4 + 26 ⇒ (6) + (2) + (2) + 26 = 36

Iterative: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (12) + 15 = 27
Damage with electricity and fire: 1d10 + 1d6 + 1d4 + 26 ⇒ (8) + (4) + (3) + 26 = 41

Iterative: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17
Damage with electricity and fire: 1d10 + 1d6 + 1d4 + 26 ⇒ (3) + (2) + (2) + 26 = 33

Grum let out a roaring laugh as the darts broke against his armor. One managed to scratch his cheek, but it was just that, a scratch. The idea that it might be poisoned didn't even cross his mind as he swung his sword, leaving a trail of sparks and flame behind it as it went. The name "Gorum" echoed through the tunnels as he joyfully went to work.

Move action for flight mastery. Gives Grum 'fly' as per the spell

Seeing the barrage of projectiles, Grum laughed in joy. Without thinking, he took off running towards the foes, his innate magic causing him to go through the air so that the terrain passed harmlessly underfoot.

Standing over the corpses of the morlocks they had already killed, Grum held his position. While Aerel freed himself, Grum watched to ensure that they wouldn't be surrounded or ambushed.

Bab: +1
Saves: None
HP: +9
Skill Points with FCB: +3 Perception
Feat: VMC Prestidigitation (woo?)
Class Features: None