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Before I go any further: Javell, would you mind telling me what you are and aren't comfortable with? I don't want to drive you out of the campaign. At the same time, I don't want to water Gul down so much that she is unrecognizable. That wouldn't be fun for me, and I don't have any interest in playing a campaign, which will hopefully run for years, with a character that is no longer real to me. It would kill my enjoyment.

If based upon your response I find that Gul, even with a mellowing arc, isn't what I see her as, then I'll make a new character that won't rock the boat.

"Chaotic evil is the alignment associated with unpredictable evil, creatures ruled by their basest, vilest instincts with little self-restraint. Chaotic evil characters are typically out to get whatever they want at that moment, with no consideration of their acts' effects on others. However, some devote themselves to the spread of more insidious evil. Chaotic evil can be charming and urbane but brooks no resistance to its goals except those imposed by a stronger force. Even then, it schemes to remove the obstruction without any personal sacrifice. Typically, chaotic evil entities can only be kept in line by a stronger force above them. Thus, societies of chaotic evil creatures like drow and gnolls tend to be brutal, ruled by the most powerful individual. Religion is often a uniting factor with this alignment; what force is more powerful than a god?"

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Gul just did what she thought was the most effective tactic. As she pointed out, taking someone alive at this point could mean raising the alarm. Trying to knock them out? Again, could raise the alarm. Tying them up? Could raise the alarm. Killing them both quickly and silently? No chance of an alarm being raised. The people here are her enemies. She came in ready to kill them, and was glad to get an easy kill.

In her mind, what she did is no different than a wizard casting silence and then throwing a fireball into the room. She also performed her violence with the goal of purely being efficient. There was no excessive pain caused. Because what would be the point of that? If anything, killing someone in their sleep is a kinder death than setting them on fire, covering them in acid, running them through the gut with a sword...ie: anything that would happen in combat. If this was the final room, would she have done that? No. Because there would be no alarm to be raised. Well, unless she was hired to kill everyone. Then why wake them up just to kill them?

Is she a paladin? No. She is a half-orc who sides fairly heavily with the orc side, because she spent her formative years around orcs. She sees them as being the epitome of strength, and deep down is terrified at the idea of being weak. Because being weak means being bullied, beaten or killed. It means being seen as useless. So she has exaggerated bravado to hide the insecurity, even from herself, and exults whenever she does something obviously well. Her entire reason for doing all of this is really just to herself...to herself.

What alignment is she? I don't know. I hate alignments. If you write down "Evil" then everything is judged through that lens. The same for "Good." "You're character is chaotic good! They can't do slit someone's throat, its an evil act!" "You're character is neutral evil! They can't give money away like that. It's a good act!" She acts like she acts and sees nothing wrong with her actions.

If the group decides that this character doesn't fit in, then I can bow out.

Before vanishing, Gul looked at Elena with a raised eyebrow. "Knocking her out? Just as easily kill her as wake her up, and then the alarm is raised. And tying her up is the same risk. I'd rather she be dead than you." Gul finished, before turning and disappearing into the shadows.

Gul took her blade and quietly slit the throats of both defenseless women. With a toothy smile she returned, her blade freshly painted red. "All clear. Let's move on." It felt so good to actually prove her worth that it was impossible to keep in. "Follow after me. Let's find the next group and have some fun."

Stealth keep scouting: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

”Same as last time. I’ll sneak up to start things off. When the screaming starts, come in.”

Stealth: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

Surprise round if possible: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18
Damage: 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Attack if the dazed one doesn’t immediately surrender and if she survives: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
Damage: 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Otherwise Gul points her blade at the woman who surrendered. ”Smart. Start talking. How many more, and what magic?”

I’m heading out to travel next week as well. Can post but won’t be able to move on maps.

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Hit Red: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
Damage: 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Gul cursed as one of the foes saw her. "So that's how it is." She muttered, as she rushed in to attack...something which was surprisingly hard to do in the tight confines they were in.

Stealth: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

”Right. I’ll see if I can get close enough to attack her. When the screaming starts, everyone charge in.”

"Two girls." Gul whispered. "Got another spray left? Or shall Sam and me do this the old fashioned way?"

Gul smiled a toothy smile. ”Violence is not the answer. It’s the question...and the answer is yes!”

If nobody stops her, she is going to stab the tied up woman so the group can move on

"So, kill her and move on, or stop and interrogate her for their numbers?" Gul asked the group.

I can

"Got trouble inside, a guard waiting for us. Big, strong, by itself. Sam, ready to have some fun?" Gul said, reporting back. She wanted to see exactly what Sam could do with her hands. It was rare to find warriors who went unarmed into battle, but from what she had heard, the results were almost always bloody. Because either the warrior was good enough to pull it off, or he wasn't. And either way there would be blood.

As she said this she summoned forth her shadow to act as a mirror image of herself. It was always good to be prepared before a fight.

Mirror image 1/1. Do we get a surprise round due to the scouting? Also what can she tell of the creature there?

Survival, I think that the best one can get untrained is 10: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

"Yeah. Fifteen. Good eye." Gul muttered, ignoring the magical drama that was going on. "While you two discuss...whatever, how about you keep it down while I scout ahead? Fifteen enemies are going to easily get around a two-woman frontline. We'll need to know what's ahead if we're going to do this without any casualties."

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Stealth: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

Stealth: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19
Taking the average of our stealth checks?

Gul sat silently in the boat as it cut through the water. She glanced at Sam and raised a finger over her lips and then pointed at her shield.

”Yeah. But it’s a dwarf.” She said, as if that explained everything. Seeing that it didn’t she continued. ”Their people drove mine out of our homes onto the surface. So mine drove theirs on the surface out for a new home. And they want what’s theirs back, but now it’s ours. And everyone fights and kills because both sides think that it belongs to them alone. It’s the way of things. When everyone thinks that something belongs to them, and them alone, then the only way to stop the violence is to be so much stronger than the other that they give up. So in this case, it wasn’t needed to kill every last dwarf. Just, what, twenty, thirty thousand? And then the ones who came after to take it back. Enough for the rest to give up. It’s the same here. These rocks are really valuable. The Pathfinders claim them. This gang claims them. You can’t share what isn’t shareable. So we need to kill enough of them that the rest realize how pointless it is to try and get the stones. It doesn’t matter whether we, or they, has a better claim to it. It just matters who is strong enough to take it.” She finished, feeling certain that there was no possible way to argue against the truths she had spoken.

Gul smiled a toothy grin. "It does, right? But yeah, I think that we need to go in there with blades drawn. We don't know how many of them there are, but we're dealing with something really valuable. They'd happily kill us for it if they had the chance. So we need to do the same. It's like...if a dwarf comes to Urgir, do you shake his hand and ask what he's there for? No. He's come to kill you, so you kill him first. It's nothing personal, but everyone knows that someone has to die. Same thing, right?" She finished, pleased with her foolproof logic.

"Possibly profitable, too. Depending on which girls we hit. We should head to their territory in the early morning, when there is fog. Anyone on watch will likely be tired as it would be the end of their shift. Most likely way to get in unseen before we put a blade into their collective faces." Gul said.

Finished with her shopping Gul walked in. Tall, green and covered in corded muscle, she wore leather armor studded with metal plates and had a pata-blade on her right hand. Seeing Sam, she looked the woman up and down, sizing her up. Not seeing any clear weapons or armor, she said ”So you’re the replacement?”

For Sam, grab handwraps

They can be masterwork for +1 hit and are enchanted like any other weapon. So no amulet of mighty blows needed (frees up neck slot). They’re a must for any puncher

If cursing caused an electric shock, then most of my friends (and probably myself included) would have died along time ago. I have no problem with foul language.

Sorry to hear that. Hope you feel better soon

Good news :)

I'll throw 250 gold in. Money well spent to not bleed to death.

Selling thieves tools for 15 gold. 532 gold total. Spending 100 gold on masterwork thieves tools. Making current armor masterwork, so 267 gold remaining. Saving it for masterwork weapon

ACP is now -2, with the masterwork thieves tools making it +0. Huge improvement. When she hits lvl 3, she'll have 0 ACP.

While the others went and gushed over a psychic book, Gul decided to spend her gold. And spend it she did! Grom had decided to leave under the idea that he didn't think he would survive. Gul's response was to spend her pay under the same assumption. She had her armor refitted, making it actually fit her. It was a world of difference having armor scrounged up and having armor that was suited for the wearer. Unfortunately, she did not have the cash on hand to have make her weapon likewise serviceable. While the gold was burning a hole in her purse, she held onto it, for now.

Gul took this all in with a mental shrug. It gave knowledge? Who cared about that. As far as she was concerned it was a glorified book. She was sure that someone else would be happy with it, but she didn’t see the big deal. Now if it was a sword, or an axe? Now that would be a different matter entirely! Still, this quest sounded like it would make them rich and famous. So there was some value to it.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

”This is stupid.” Gul muttered as she gave up the chase, not even bothering to look for the fleeing foe. ”Lets just head back before we run into an ambush, or get lost.”

Acrobatics: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (18) - 1 = 17 Seeing that Grom was chasing something, and that Elena thought it was important enough to follow, Gul followed suit.

Gul just smiled happily, feeling *great* that she finally got to prove herself. She had been certain that everyone was going to laugh at her after the last fight. But now? Not they all knew that she was a warrior!

Hit: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Damage: 1d6 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12
Mirror Image 1/1

apparently yelling at his subordinates had the desired effect, as the foe managed to parry Gul's thrust. Her eyes narrowed as adrenaline flowed freely. She would have another chance...

Hit: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21
Damage: 1d6 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15

"RAWR!" Gul roared, as she pushed her way forward and stabbed at the man once more. She wasn't going to allow something as mundane as a door stop her...especially not in this house that she hated to much. Already the floor had bested her, and a ladder. She wouldn't allow a door to do the same!

Hit: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21 -4 penalty for attacking through doorway, right?
Damage: 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
If Inspire Rage is up, then it becomes 22 to hit, 18 if cover happens, and does 10 damage

Have 1 mirror image up still

With the first enemy coming into view, Gul moved to Grom's side and stabbed at the man with her pata. It wasn't an easy thing to do, given how she was attacking at an odd angle through the door. Luckily though, the blade was perfectly suited for stabbing.

Sorry. No update tonight. I have to go out and be social. :(

Well as it's mandatory fun, I hope that it was actually fun. :)

She still makes way. Because she’s that excited to see the 9th tier spells your lvl1 sorcerer is going to cast.

With a shrug Gul made way, curious to see what arcane powers Axton had behind his mustache. She hoped that it was a fireball, or a bolt of lightning! Something fancy and big that would leave charred corpses. She waited expectantly to see the benefits of having a sorcerer around.

"Well. Seems like we're going to have some corpses worth looting." Gul said. "Ready to kill these fools?"

”Up the ladder. Down the ladder. Fine.” She grumbled as she made her way down.

Hit: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21
Damage: 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

"MONSTER!" Gul thought, as she stabbed her pata at the goblin-snake. She had no idea what it was, but it was disgusting enough for her to know that it had to die. As much as she would have liked to roar a battlecry, she didn't want to alert it to her attack.

Gul looked around incredulously at everyone, wondering if the world had gone insane. The combination of the rare metal and Elena's *very* convincing act had her wondering if she had missed a detail here or there stating that they were looking for a noble. With frustration and anger replaced by confusion, she lowered her weapon and waited to see what would happen.

1d20 - 1 ⇒ (19) - 1 = 18

With a disgusted grunt Gul got to her feet and began the perilous task of climbing. Comic relief. Comic relief! That is what she felt like. And it was not a good feeling. Even with only one hand free she managed to brute force her way up, the sheer adrenaline rush that came from embarrassment giving her all of the strength that she needed.

Climb: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (1) - 1 = 0

Gul did just that. She ran over to the bridle leapt towards it, fully intending to use the momentum to quickly pull herself up. In her haste though, she completely missed, her hand sailing through the air. She landed with a curse and then roared "WHY MUST EVERYTHING HERE BE SO COWARDLY?! FIGHT ME, WOMAN!" Her green skin was flushed with frustration and anger. It was quite clear that if she made her way up that she would not be listening to Elena.

Edit bit of luck: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (9) - 1 = 8

I'm calling it now. Terrain features are Gul's biggest weakness

Feel better, DBH.

Hope you make that Fort save!

Did Gul find anything to stack up to make an impromptu ladder?

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

With the ladder not in working condition, Gul looked around for anything big enough that could be dragged over and made into a makeshift solution to climb on.

"Yes, yes. VERY GOOD! You are both VERY GOOD at killing." Gul said, huffily. She had started out trying to be nice, but her frustration was getting the better of her. She took a deep breath, not looking at the others, knowing that she was out of line but being too proud to admit it. "Let's find something more to practice on."

Readied Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
Damage: 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

Gul stood next to Elena, and kept her blade at the ready. She fully expected the stirges to swoop down at her once disturbed. And when they did, her blade would be waiting.

Face flushed with embarrassment from before, the breaking ladder was too much. Gul angrily kicked the remnants of the offending tool, sending pieces of wood flying. Breathing heavily, the half-orc stalked over to the door and threw it open.

Perception to keep an eye on the creatures above: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Climb: 1d20 ⇒ 16

While difficult to climb with her pata, Gul did her best. Luckily, a mixture of determination and brute strength seemed to do the job just fine.

Acrobatics: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (11) - 1 = 10
Of course, *after* combat it works!

Her faced flushed with shame, Gul made her way back to the group. "Good idea on trying both at once. I'll open the door, Grom can look down that path. If anything wants to come at us, they'll run into one of us."

Acrobatics: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (7) - 1 = 6

With a growl of anger, Gul got to her feet, took a step to charge forward, slipped and fell. Luckily she didn't impale herself as she went down. Her face flushed with embarrassment and rage, she slammed a fist onto the ground.

This is 3 rounds in a row that she can't do anything because I can't make a DC10 acrobatics. Just need to roll a single 11+!