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I would be interested in rolling a rogue for this. Attracted to the more dungeon crawl aspect. Seems like there would be more action. Leaning toward a half orc or elf. I should be able to get something up today or tomorrow.

Seems that we're dead in the water. Good luck!

As the evening wanes, I retreat back to the Dwarven temple to further study the book and gift from earlier in the visit. After prayers and meditation, I cast detect magic, focusing examinations on the ring. I then cast comprehend languages (40mins per cast) and spend some time studying the text. Before retiring for the night, I meditate further to restore my default spells.

I intend to visit any local libraries or dwarven temples to further research the history of these orbs and any tangential information, mythology, folklore etc, that may help song the way. I also purchase a mountain and rock climbing kit, as available.

Well, comrades, what say we grab what provisions we require and make our way towards our fate? Say, two days time, enough to get what we require and complete any research that may assist us on our journey?

Is anyone else still active?

After pondering for some time.... Well, good Talonvor, I have a final question. What would be our fate if we are to refuse this "prophecy," this fate of yours. Not to say that I am...but for arguments sake. What if one or all refused to take on this errand of yours?

Gudbjörn reaches into a large pouch and retrieves a leatherbound tome, and from a second smaller pouch a small wooden stick sharpened to a point and charred. He begins to make some sort of an entry, sometimes pausing to close his eyes, and then returning to his entries.

Hmmmm.....

Knowledge, history: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16 Orb of Dragonkind
Knowledge, religion: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21 Orb of Dragonkind with regards to its significance to the Kobolds.

Knowledge, history: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9 Cyanwoods, Wolf Castle

Here is to hoping you get better sooner rather than later.

Appraise: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12 for the ring, just to get an idea of its base value.

Gudbjörn accepts the ring, studies it quickly, then slips it into a belt pouch. Well Lord Murbark, it seems that there is some civility amongst this crowd after all. Many praises for your most generous offering, I might add. Gudbjörn, Voice of the Forge. Forgive my cynicism and skepticism, but all these rapidly unfolding events are a bit much to swallow. And it would seem that the majority of your fellow highborns might be quick to agree with that.

Gudbjörn looks on in amazement that such dis-civil conduct would be tolerated among so many alleged nobles. It would seem these people are in need of leadership indeed... he muses to himself. So it would seem that we are to first be errand boys before kings... he says while looking around at the group... and a queen, apparently, as well. Do the elvish lords also send their women into battle for them, I wonder?

Hope everyone's Holiday season is going splendidly!

Gudbjörn takes in the vast space quietly, apparently more interested with the halls than the people.

Gudbjörn lets out a snicker. Well, Master Titanblade, it seems they have heard of you, he says, followed by more snickering at his own joke. After pondering the situation a while longer -- These thralls seem to have some expectation of us. How curious, he says while rubbing one of the long metallic beads adorning the end of one of his beard's braids.

Lead on, Lord Talonvar. Let us see what Fate's eye has planned for us.

Which part?

A worn and weathered face encased in fiery red hair and a braided beard ending in weighted tassels that spread across an expansive chest appears. Hanging from his neck on an ornate metalworked chain is what looks to be the head of a great axe, encircled by a flame crest, and cast in silver. Emblazoned across the visible portion of his left cheek is yet another axe head, this time inked into his skin and further decorated with Dwarven runes, while on the other cheek, a flame has been inked, seemingly erupting from the Dwarf's eye. Across his back is slung an ornately crafted greataxe, each blade etched with a screaming dwarf head in a Dwarven-stylized motif.

So it is kings you would make us? Kingships are not handed out like so many paltry things. Either this is all a devilish ruse, or the gods have truly smiled upon us. Unlucky for me, it sounds, Dwarven gods are not the smiling type.

He quickly studies the faces of those surrounding him, before continuing....

Ah, how rude of me. Here stands Gudbjörn, devotee of Angradd, The Forge-Fire, Guardian of War and Decider of Destiny. It seems that it is my destiny to have an audience with a great Mage, though I did not know there were to be others alongside me.

With GM approval, I am assuming a background of studying for several years at a Dwarven monastery, from where I have been dispatched to Borin.

My appologies, I was not getting updates that gameplay was updated. I will post today. :(

Yeah, I was looking at mounts, originally going with a boar and saw the woolly rhinoceros and was inspired. A mount who has the same temperament as its rider. I imagined the war barding and horns engraved with runes. All I could think was, "How freaking awesome would that be?!"

These are my selected traits, submitte for approval, modification, etc.:

Called
Your deity or a powerful spirit spoke to you when you were young, dropping cryptic hints about the important destiny that lay before you and how you must win your fights if you are to achieve your predetermined greatness.

Once per day upon rolling a natural 1 on an attack roll, you may reroll the die and take the second result instead

Dragon Slayer
You're greatly skilled in hunting and slaying those who resemble your lord's favored prey.

You gain a +1 trait bonus on attack rolls against creatures of the dragon type.

Dot. Also, any chance of me taking a combat-trained woolly rhinoceros as a mount?

Just finished adding the approved changes to Gudbjörn. Ready to rock and roll.

I am polishing my character up this weekend but yes, with the holiday season I expect a bit of a delay, as long as we stay engaged I am still interested.

Sweet. I'll get him patched up,over the next few days.

Also, in reference to a previous question, would you be willing to allow the alternate racial trait of Wyrmscourged in place of Ancient Enmity, and then also allow for Draconic to be an optional additional language, given the particular history of my character (being witness to the annihilation of his village during a dragon attack)?

Are you going to allow archetypes and include traits? If so, any specific traits, and are you ok with me taking the crusader arch.? It would replace my war domain.

Awesome, thank you, and congrats. I look forward to getting deeper into this. This week is crazy busy for me due to working 15 hour days, but I will keep an eye out at a minimum of daily to contribute whatever is required. As of Friday I will have more free time again. Cheers.

Awesome. I was interested in a boar mount so the fact that you included that is great! Cheers.

My completed Cleric of Angradd for submission and approval. I used the 8k to purchase the +1 Great Axe and +2 Scale Armor, if that is permissible. I left the traits open for what may be presented or allowed. I am also interested in taking the alternate racial trait of Wyrmscourged, which plays into my background, essentially granting me bonuses and saves against dragon magic and energy weapons. I would swap this out for Hatred, the bonuses granted against traditional Dwarven enemies. With this, I would also ask that Draconic be granted as a possible bonus language, and I would swap Giant for that. Finally, I am considering taking the Crusader Cleric archetype, limiting my domain choices to one, and reducing my spells granted by one per spell level, granting me bonus combat feats instead. How does all this sound? Thanks.

Also, what type of necessity is there for mounts, and what type of exotic ones would you allow, considering the type of travel that might be required to track down the Dragon Crowns?

As a Cleric of Angradd, I would have curing capabilities. With spontaneous casting I would be able to support the party in that regard. It would just not be my focal point.

Stat: 4d6 - 1 ⇒ (1, 5, 5, 4) - 1 = 14
Stat: 4d6 - 1 ⇒ (1, 5, 5, 5) - 1 = 15
Stat: 4d6 - 1 ⇒ (1, 4, 6, 1) - 1 = 11
Stat: 4d6 - 2 ⇒ (2, 5, 6, 3) - 2 = 14
Stat: 4d6 ⇒ (2, 1, 2, 3) = 8
Stat: 4d6 - 2 ⇒ (2, 5, 6, 2) - 2 = 13
Stat: 4d6 - 1 ⇒ (4, 6, 1, 6) - 1 = 16

Regardless of which campaign comes to fruition, I would be interested in playing a Dwarven cleric of Angradd, Dwarven God of the Forge with Fire and War as my Domains. He is a combative sort, who likes to swing his great axe first and bestow blessings later. In the case of the Dragon campaign, he is seeking a weapon with which to strike at the heart of Dragon-kind, due to his ancient homeland being completely devastated during a battle between warring dragons in his youth.

In the case of the space opera, he is looking for new, mythic metals from which he can craft dedications to his deity.

Thanks!

So.....how do you write the formula to drop the lowest dice? Thanks.

I will chime in on the space opera as well, but would also be interested in the horror campaign as well. Looking forward to seeing what pops up.

The Mummy's Mask would be interesting. It caught my attention immediately, as I am a fan of the Egyptian themes. Reign of Winter would also be a good "cool" time.

If there are young nesting, there is bound to be an adult, unless these other two that were felled were the adults. That being said, there could be other nests close by with their own adults guarding their young, if they react the way most common birds do, and depending upon how territorial they are. Aside from that, I don't think there is anything more to offer us in the way of a camp site down the cliff face.

Aye, it seems we are, but we might as well stick with them now that we've caught up. Lead on, dustæm, says Gudbjörn, as he slides his greataxe back into it's sling.

Gudbjörn follows after Ishirou as quickly as he can. Perc: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21. Aye, I hear it too. Let us make haste, the gods wait not on us! he says, as he hefts his greataxe in both hands.

Just not a lot going on at my location.

So, dustæm, what brought you to this ill-fated trip?

Dustæm is a Persian approximation for "my friend." Gudbjörn, despite his Nordic name, is a desert dwarf. From the descriptions I've read, they have a somewhat Persian/Sumerian theme, so I'm incorporating some "ethnic" phrases to reflect this.

Gudbjörn looks around as the others step off. As they depart earshot, he mutters, I guess I get to stay here and guard the road.

Looking each way, It's all jungle to me. But I like Joll's idea. Might as well continue the heading we're on.

Perception: 3 + 1d20 ⇒ 3 + (5) = 8...In case it is relevant.

Gudbjörn takes up the rear, treading cautiously behind the others and taking in as much of his surroundings as possible, keeping aware of how far into the bush they travel. In one hand he holds his great axe, and in the other, the holy symbol of Angradd, an eliptical axe head wreathed in flames with an anvil at it's center, gently rubbing it as he mutters prayers to himself.

Well, let's be on our way way then. The sun will not be staying high long, and from what I understand of the jungle, its danger grows ever greater as the sun falls. I'd like to be settled with a full belly long before that time comes.

I too will join the scouting party. Too long was I in the bowels of that ship. It's time I see some action, maybe.

Gudbjörn runs his hand over his mussled, salt stiffened beard. I wouldn't know, but at this point, I'd be willing to stomach anything. What say we tie 'me up and take 'me along while we search for a camp site and we can figure it out from there.

Do we find anything on the corpses? Well, the poor souls have been laid to rest. Mayhaps we be finding us some food and shelter. The hour grows late, and I could use something other than a soup.

With a quietly somber bow on one knee, Gudbjörn lowers his head, My lady, it is honor to meet you. while assisting Asmodia, Gudbjörn overhears her prayers and approaches her. Excuse me for eavesdropping, but I too am a chosen of the house of Torag, Lord Angradd to be sure, the Forge-Fire, guardian of war and decider of destinies. Forgive me for saying, mi lady, but it is most surprising to find a tall folk in devotion to the Great Father of Creation. Though not unheard of; it is simply a pleasant surprise. Well met.

Finishing up with the tasks, Gudbjörn walks to Inti, interested in what exactly he has begun to draw in the sand.

You misunderstand me, my friend. I was referencing the dwarf with the bow, obviously some sort of hunter or tracker with that shot of his. I was suggesting that you and I, and that other one over there, Joll, if I'm not mistaken nodding to Joll take care of the fallen, while the others scout an area little more secluded from this beach.

I hate not giving them a proper burial, and burning them might also attract unwanted attention. Shallow graves may have to suffice. I will at least pray over and bless their bodies. May they lay peacefully in their graves as they begin their next journey. In the mean time, it might be a good idea for you to put those ranging skills to work while the three of us (nodding towards Joll and Inti) make amends with the less fortunate souls.