Just checking in! Wife is recovering and baby is being a new baby. Things are slowly normalizing and I wanted to at least jump in to say hello.
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Baby was born yesterday! Finally! I haven't even been on Paizo since my last message, too much going on and wife needed lots of help and work on top of that was smothering. But now the baby is out! woohoo! Everything is smooth sailing from here on out! ;) I got a week off of work now and plan on catching up and getting things rolling again right soon. Baby Stats for those interested: 18 hours in labor 8 lbs , 6 ounces
Baby and mom are doing great!
Sounds good. Also update: No baby yet but two false labors.... ugh (my wife is prego). So work is sapping my will to live these days, and my wife can't sleep and I'm having trouble getting onto the boards. Please be patient as I try to get myself some wiggle room to post. You are not forgotten!
Grum gets back to the group and gives them a wide smile and a nod, and heads upwards in a brisk walk. As they get to the top of the stares his gaze lingers on the mask, "Wouldn't mind that as a souvenier!" he jests, then turns to look around for the next place to go or things of interest.
If the coast seems clear he heads northward and then west to get to the doors west of the stairs. He listens at the door for any sounds, his bow at the ready.
Grum doesn't need much encouragement, hopping up when Talarin speaks and heading to the fire side of the compound. Before he leaves he asks everyone to wait by the stairs, and they'll start up as soon as he gets back. With luck they'll get in with all the confusion... and not burn to death on the way out. "If I'm not back in fives minutes, head up without me. I'll catch up." Grum moves off in towards the farther corner he can find, and get to without drawing undo attention. He waits for an idea situation, a lantern or torch, a flammable room, and shadows to hide in when no ones looking.
Sorry guys. Works been a killer and my wife's nearly ready to pop out another kid (aka= understandably needy) and free time has gotten scarce.
Sweet! My money's on those with highest hp... HP now +13 instead of +8. ;)
Oh and I put 1 new ability point into Dex
+5 (1d10 HD) +2con +1favclss = 8hp
+1 use per day of Rangers Focus Terrain Bond (Ex): ***FOREST*** At 4th level, the guide forms a bond with the land itself, enabling him to direct others in such terrain. When in his favored terrain, the ranger grants all allies within line of sight and that can hear him a +2 bonus on initiative checks and Perception, Stealth, and Survival skill checks. Also, as long as they travel with him, the ranger's allies leave no trail and can't be tracked. The ranger can choose for the group to leave a trail, or even specific members of the group to leave a trail if he so desires. This ability replaces hunter's bond. Skills:
How did I miss the instructions to level up!? Working on it now, or later if I'm too busy now... which I probably am.
Grum has the decency to look sheepish, but agrees readily enough. "Fine by me. But I am eager to be rid of this place, just so we are clear."
Grum lets his enthusiasm for the idea come out full bore with a large orcish smile, "I know it's a stupid idea. But I think it'll give a distraction, and maybe we'll all escape with our lives and burn the place down!" He looks at each of you, "I think the sneakiest of us should find a secluded room or corner, start the fire, and get back to the rest of us. We'll be loitering near the stairs to head to the upper floor and when whoever it is gets back and the sound of panic sets in, we'll move out. Sound good? Any volunteers? I'll do it if none are better suited."
Grum gets an idea but seems uncertain about bringing it up, finally he blurts it out just to see what the others think. "What about a fire in the building somewhere? It's sure to draw a lot of attention and we can all sneak up under the pretense of rescuing people or documents or something. Of course we'd like to avoid burning the place down but... what do you think?"
Hey guys, sorry for the absence. Busy day at work and getting ready for baby in the evenings. I'll get something up tonight or maybe tomorrow.
Grum nods, "Whatever we do, let's make the decision. I do not want to be in this place any longer than we have to. I am looking forward to showing some of these folks exactly what I think of them and their diety. Should we do what we did to exit the place? Just follow the senior acolyte until someone stops us?" He is sure to arm and armor himself, keeping on his robe for the time being, until the jig is up.
Grum barks a laugh, "As fun as it is to tussle with Grob, I'm sure can find a few other acolytes to start a brawl with. Thin the herd, so to speak."
Grum smiles at the overall prospect but appears concerned about one thing, "Just one question, you did say 'Sneak' into the chambers, but then you said 'Do what you must'. I just want to make sure you're fine with my desired version of Sneaking. If you know what I mean."
Grum rubs his face, always grateful to be free of the mask, even if just for a short while, "They're all the more dangerous because their following aren't in it for greed or personal gain, at least not the peons. They're zealots. Can't say how far they'd go to please their diety"
Once through the doors, Grum risks glancing around at his companions, even whispering in a subdued but excited voice, "Nice job Tal! That was great!!" He nods agreement at Rythanus' suggestion, "I'll hang back a minute and trail you all, make sure we're not followed." Once they turn a corner Grum moves to an alleyway, trying to shove himself into any shadows present there. He'll watch the others continue on their way, and tries to spot anyone trailing them, hopefully walking right past his hidden position. Once the others turn the next corner, Grum counts slowly to twenty, and if no one seems to be following his friends, he moves after them, keeping a distance of about a block.
Grum keeps his face well hidden inside his cowl, and tries to look pious while his nerves are tingling. He glances from side to side as they stride towards the main portal and freedom.
Grum nods enthusiastically at the idea, "Once we're out, the pretend senior priest can just revert back to the normal garb, and we'll say we don't know who it was and that we'd never question the authority of a Senior. It's a good plan." He removes the magic sleeves and hands them back to Talarin. "Lets go, no time like the present."
Grum looks at the sleeves uncertainly, but then pulls them off and pictures an orc chieftans garb, wincing slightly as if expecting something to explode. "Did it work?" he asks after a moment, looking at you with squinted eyes.
Grum takes an involuntary step back as Talarin's sleeves change colors, "Wha... How did you do that!? That's great!"
Grum walks the edges of the compound, shoulders hunched and trying to look like he's on a meditative walk, but really his eyes are darting all over under his brows. I just need a place to climb... he thinks to himself as he walks and looks. He notes the stable and the guards, trying and failing to find a pattern as they move. Growling quietly in frustration as he fails to find an easy means of escape. He'll join the others and see if they've had better luck than he has, ensuring there are no prying ears about. "Seems like getting out will be difficult. The easiest way seems to be getting a mission or if one of us is lucky enough to be drafted into a supply run. We still need to have a run at Elvar. While I'd be happy to tag along when we talk to him, but no one ever accused me of tactful speech."
Grum looks towards his feet momentarily, considering, and then looks up, "It could be my imagination, but he doesn't seem as... zealous, as some of the fanatics around here. I think it might be worth the risk of feeling him out, tactfully of course. Maybe someone could make an accusation against one of us, to Elvar. See how he reacts?"
The heavy brows of his orcish face turn down in confusion, "What do you mean? Think about what exactly?"
Despite not wearing them yet, Grum takes great pleasure in being reunited with his things. He examines his weapons carefully to make sure they're in good condition before setting them safely aside. Moving to find Krant he stands tall, mask in place and gives an account of their progress. "We've fought amongst ourselves, aided in the preaching of the good word to the masses, and made sure the rabble remembers to pay the Living God his due." As he infers the beating they gave the baker, he grinds a fist into the other palm and chuckles, inwardly rolling his eyes at the man before them.
Grum snorts in annoyance and starts walking away from the shop, " You want to waste your time checking my work? Be my guest. I'm heading back." If Krant doesn't immediately follow, as soon as he's lost in the crowd or around a corner Grum presses himself against a wall. He peaks carefully back around the corner to see what Krant decides to do, ready to rush back if he thinks the baker is in danger.
Grum bristles behind his mask, his large shoulders flexing visibly, "Are you suggesting we not only cannot complete a simple task, but are 'weak' as well?!" He allows more than a little anger into his voice, trying to sound upset.
Ok, see you then! :)
Grum smiles under his mask at Talarin's words and the memory of what they just accomplished. Though she can't see it, Grum looks confused by her words that the shopkeeper had the money but he goes along with it, "Aye, we had to twist his arm a bit, but the 'mission' is done." He tilts his head at Talrin, and shrugs a quick questioning shrug.
I agree, and I don't see why it's not still possible... How great would it be if we just claimed to 'have all that the baker had available' and then hand over the exact amount Krant used to have on his person?! :)
Grum tosses Grob a pan, then wields his own, his body language clearly wanting to bang them together to add to the chaotic noise, [bigger]"WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'You don't have the money!?' I guess we'll just take it out of your hide!" and swings his pan at Grobs.
Grum grabs some of the flour and grabs the difficult mans face, smearing it liberally with the concealing white powder, "Pretend we've beaten you about the face a bit!" he whispers, then asissts with the stomping and intentionally stumbles into a wall, banging into it loudly. he shouts loudly for the benefit of those out back.
Aye aye mate! It's my understanding we're just waiting on Birch, correct?
Grum nods to the shopkeeper, not reaching for any fruit, "Next week you say? Seems a bit long away, don't you think?" In truth the half orc is stalling, trying to think of a way out of this, and hoping an opportunity presents itself.
Feeling quite pleased with himself that the pickpockets antics were twarted, Grum begins to look to the next task with an eye on how he can thwart it as well... without blowing their cover completely. He had no intention of beating up this baker, unless he turned out to be an evil baker, but as he'd never heard of an evil baker before he wasn't too worried. Completely the mission without causing some damage seemed like a tall order indeed. May as well get in there and see what can be done. the half orc thinks to himself. Once Elvar has agreed and moved away to the back of the building, Grum walks inside. "Is Mr Welton around?" he asks casually.
Grum, from his elevated position, notices the dispicable practice going on below him. He starts shouting and pointing at the folks in the close vicinity of each crime, calling out loudly to get their attention.
Grum takes an instant dislike to the days planned activity, and promoting this God of theirs just irks him to no end. He notes what the others are up to, smiling at Grob's feats of strength. Looking around he notes a scalable wall, and turns to the crowd. His voice an unenthusiastic deadpan, "Razmir is above them all. Follow him and he will lift you above the petty things of the world." and proceeds to climb the wall.
Chuckles low in his throat, the sound somewhere between mirth and a bestial growl. "That's a thought that'll keep me happy while doing these useless tasks they've given us. The sooner we're done with it, the better.
Grum nods his head slightly, but doesn't look convinced his 'plan' wouldn't have been the better route. "I suppose you are right." he says, his disappointment clear.
Grum claps Grob on the shoulder, "I couldn't bring myself to participate in that farce. What do you think woulda happened if we just jumped that dung heap instead of fighting each other?"
Grum sits up gingerly, trying to hide his smile behind a grimace of 'pain'. "Nicely done everyone. Quite the display of... prowess."
Grum watches from his prone position, peaking out of one squinted eye at the fight, wincing subtly at the hits on his brother, but not sure he should be rooting for anyone for this farce of a battle. I'll be glad when we can get back at the real enemy! he thinks to himself.
my laptop officially gave up the ghost yesterday. my geekRadar tells me the motherboard is the culprit. it's a work computer, which is 100% essential for my job, so i'm hoping for a quick turnaround. at the moment i'm using my wifes laptop -the availability of which is typically very dear. just an fyi and i'll do my best to post as i'm able while my new comp gets to me.
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