Halvar Grímsson's page

Halvar takes his time to make sure the rest of the ghouls and their leader were looted, including the elaborate mask.

If she gets the lantern we can at least have something of note to bring back to those who hired us.

His eyes go wide when he realizes what was causing the sickness, "A portal was opening inside him...by the gods! You are one tough man Skelg..." he says in almost a cheer.

He motions towards the chest while looking at Bjarke but something in his eyes warns him off possible danger.

"You have cured him but I do not remember any mention of him leaving with you. Is this your choice Skelg? You are a Pathfinder and have your home back in the city, you cannot be forced to go against your will." he asks the other Ulfen.

"Ah, well easy enough. Bjarke help me get him through the portal while the ladies can mingle, aha!" he says pushing his brother through the portal and up to Skelg.

Diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 17

"Skelg the Ripper, your cure is awaiting you on that frosty vessel. You are an Ulfen warrior...we can carry you but we feel you have the strength to make it to the other side. A Natalya is waiting for you. She seems earnest in breaking the curse and if not you can watch us in action!" he says trying to rouse the man.

"You mean you aren't going to to try and force into whatever those were below? Easiest part of this mission yet! We will bring him here immediately and I doubt he will want to keep the beacon around." Halvar says quite shocked by the peaceful encounter but still watches her for any signs of treachery.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

"Actually, do you know how these portals work? We have the Beacon with us...we can grab it from the deck. Perhaps we can use that to quickly get to Skelg." he asks, before rushing back through the boat and bringing the Beacon to her.

Diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 13

"Indeed!" he agrees.

Finding a suitable place to rest, whether on the boat or back on the other side of the portal, Halvar rouses the others after they get a good 8 hours of sleep.

Heading back to where they left off, he urges Bjarke to take the ladder first.

He may be prone to taking mid battle naps but if it was anyone else taking those blows...they might be joining those ghouls. he thinks following him up.

He shakes his head as the woman talks.

"We never took the oars on our raiding ships and we don't care to start learning a new skill. We are here to lift curse upon Skelg the Ripper. I take it you are the captain of this vessel? What do you know of his freezing sickness?" he asks, refusing to relinquish the grip on his weapons.

After the zombie falls, Halvar picks up his weapons and cleans them off.

"Nasty things. I am ready to be done with this foul-smelling boat." he gripes, looking at the ladder. He pauses though letting others prepare before continuing.

Halvar is fine to go but he doesn't have any resources to get back over the rest. Fine with taking one though for casters and Bjarke.

Flurry, Ram Hammer: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 2 + 1 = 17
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Flurry, Maulaxe: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 2 + 1 = 17
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

With only one target remaining, Halvar tosses his weapons at the last zombie. They whistle through the air before starting to glow.

I don't think zombies can be dazzled but if they can, they are for 1 round.

"Again Bjarke..." Halvar sighs as he starts to tear into the next unfortunate zombie.

Flurry, Ram Hammer: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 2 + 1 = 20
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Flurry, Ram Hammer: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 2 + 1 = 23
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Critical Confirm: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 2 + 1 = 7 Shirt Re-roll
Critical Confirm: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 2 + 1 = 14
Critical Damage: 2d8 + 6 ⇒ (7, 8) + 6 = 21

Entering Initiative from Delay, so I will go after Sayuri from now on.

"It will!"

Halvar, now able to see, steps beside his brother to flurry his weapons at the ghoulish creature.

Flurry, Ram Hammer: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Flurry, Ram Hammer: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Unable to see anything, Halvar delays his actions.

"Can one of you light a torch?" he asks behind him.

"Nice chill in the air. It feels like home, brother." Havlar remarks as they step through the portal. He looks back with concern but nothing to do about it now.

He attaches the lantern to his belt and heads down with the group, weapons drawn. When he sees the trap door, he looks it over before slowly opening it for a look inside.

Stealth: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

"That useless servant...might not be as useless as I first thought. I have no idea what this is going to do, so let us prepare." Halvar says handing out the potions and gesturing for the wand to heal the rest of their wounds.

Potion of CMW (Bjarke): 2d8 + 1 ⇒ (8, 7) + 1 = 16 Full HP.
Potion of CMW (Arrabelle): 2d8 + 1 ⇒ (6, 3) + 1 = 10 Full HP.
Wand of CLW (Halvar): 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 Full HP.
Wand of CLW (Sayuri): 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 Full HP.
Idk how many charges that puts it at Bjarke.

After the group is healed up, and given guidance by Arrabelle, Halvar takes the cloth off the lantern. He aims it at the other lantern before lighting it. He gulps audibly.

Halvar grumbles as he finds nothing else of interest in the warehouse. He watches as they explore the boat, in case anyone comes looking to see the commotion in the warehouse.

"They gave us a beating. Haven't had someone work me up like that in some time." Halvar says helping Bjarke look closer.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

He will also stash the two potions in his bags, after offering one to Bjarke.

"Looks like we own a boat now, brother. Drag the dead into a corner and lock this place up...that useless servant can deal with his goods. We only need The Beacon for now." Halvar says as he covers the beacon in a cloth before picking it up, then looks for a key to secure the warehouse.

"THAT WAS YOUR LAST CHANCE TO FLEE, RAT!" Havlar roars as he swings both weapons, glowing in his hands. His hammer comes in wide towards the vikings ribs and is followed by the axe aiming for the throat of Bengeirr.

Flurry, Dwarven Ramhammer: 1d20 + 2 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 + 1 + 2 = 20
Damage: 1d8 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 1 = 5

Flurry, Dwarven Maulaxe: 1d20 + 2 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 + 1 + 2 = 8
Damage: 1d6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 3 + 1 = 9
Dazzled for 1 round if he is hit.

Halvar laughs as he steps around his brothers body, picking up his weapons as he goes.

Move: Move. Standard->Move: Pick up weapons.

Halvar rushes up the stairs after he hears the hard thud of Bjarke hitting the floor, he had heard it many times before.

Reaching the top he adopts a defensive stance preparing for Bengeirr.

"Want to toss me my weapons back or shall I beat you in the way of old." he taunts.

Standard: Total Defense: +4 till my next turn (Current AC: 19)

Botting Bjarke

He groans on the floor but is able to apply pressure to his wounds, instinctively.

Bjarke: Stabilize: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21 Unconscious and Stable.

Halvar climbs back to his feet and points an axe at Bengeirr.

"I AM GOING TO CARVE YOUR FLESH INTO RIBBONS, BENGEIRR!" he says enraged by being taken down.

Flurry, Dwarven Ramhammer: 1d20 + 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 2 + 1 + 1 = 23
Damage: 1d8 + 3 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 3 + 1 + 1 = 13

Flurry, Dwarven Maulaxe: 1d20 + 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 2 + 1 + 1 = 21
Damage: 1d6 + 3 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 1 + 1 = 6

He sends both his hammer and his axe flying through the air, seemingly unconcerned about the fact that he would not get them back without heading upstairs. They start to glow brighter as they soar through the air. Dazzled for 1 round if he is hit.

Stabalize: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Still dying and take 1 damage.

Dwarven Ram-Hammer Flurry w/ IC and Guidance: 1d20 + 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 2 + 1 + 1 = 13
Damage (B): 1d8 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 3 + 1 = 9
Dwarven Ram-Hammer Flurry w/ IC: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 2 + 1 = 12
Damage (B): 1d8 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 3 + 1 = 7

"Yah, your body will be the one rotting soon. We gutted your guards and we will gut these too." Halvar says as his hammer begins to glow with light, before swinging at the guard with a purple pendant.

If he takes damage, he is Dazzled for 1 round.

Halvar doesn't look impressed that he would have to yell up to the Ulfen.

"We are the Grimmsons from Bildt. First your two guards at the Skelg estate need to be replaced, they died honorably in battle as an Ulfen should. Second, we need your information on what happened to that lantern that cursed Skelg so he can get out of bed and not be denied his honorable death, perhaps that is it? Do you understand?" he calls out in a normal voice tired of this game.

"We are here for answers to why he would deny another Ulfen an honorable death." Halvar mutters under his breath.

"A report from the Skelg estate, it is urgent." he says louder.

"Ulfen are not going to like pet names, Arrabelle." Halvar whispers in her ear as Sayuri works her charm.

He just nods at the bluff.

Without any of the others chiming in Halvar will approach the man.

"Hail brethren, hopefully you have a warmer temperament than the brutes at the Skelg place. Here to see Bengeirr...mind if I head in with my friends?" he tries being cordial.

"Not necessarily but Ulfen can be stubborn and brawn works wonders. We can try talking...better not one of us though." he laughs clapping a hand on Bjarke's shoulder.

"Good riddance." he says to the extortionist dock worker. Once they are a bit away from him, he turns to the group.

"Me and Bjarke are fine with forcing out way in...that okay with you two?" he asks patting his axe and hammer.

"More than I would have offered. He better hope it is enough." Halvar mutters.

"Yes, harassing is something we are good at. That should do it!" he says slapping him back on his shoulder.

"To the decks. See the hangarmaster. Let's go." Halvar says pulling Arabelle along and finding the others.

Halvar follows after Arabelle before he strangles the servant.

"Bengeirr" he corrects each time again, the Ulfen tongue one he handles well.

Diplomacy (Aid): 1d20 ⇒ 1 LOL

"About the replacements, they may have been injured. This Bengeirr wishes dishonorable death upon Skelg? Then he may the same kind who sends thieves to steal from him? So we have a ship of Haldyr and Bengeirr the Fool. Can you point us towards either of them?" Halvar presses the servant.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28

Halvar pushes past and into the vault, looking for any trace of the bandits.

"Cowards are easy prey, I will keep one alive for you to deal with when you recover. The doorway, is it still down there?" Halvar asks Skelg although he does hesitate thinking about the lantern.

"I share her concerns. The lantern, the Beacon of the North? What of it? Are we at risk when we give chase?"

After the...uh...altercation, Halvar was on edge but also rather disappointed that the manor held little of interest. When they finally found Skelg in the master bedroom, he was glad his armor was light as the blistering heat billowed forth.

"Pathfinders, yes. Ulfen, too. I would say speak quickly but you seem to be in poor shape. What about that man in the corner?" he asks glancing at the servant.

Halvar quickly grabs Bjearke, ensuring he doesn't rampage further.

"Fight is over. Time to come back to us." he whispers as he wrestles the bear. Once that matter is attended to, he picks up his weapons and checks the two guards over. Whether it was gear or magic placed upon them.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

"What a mess. The stench." quietly murmurs his brother, before stepping to the side.

With a flurry of steel he tosses both his hammer and axe at the remaining enemy. The flash with blinding light as they sail through the air. Enemy is dazzled if hit by either.

Flurry, Ramhammer: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Flurry, Maulaxe: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

"My apologies. The sooner we end this the sooner I can calm down the bear."

"I don't like the way you are brushing off your kin."

Halvar notices something is wring, just like his brother. He quickly draws his weapons.

"Being awfully quiet Bjarke...I never expected the small ladies to barge in before you. Let's go before they get in trouble." he says closing the gate behind them and marching up to the door.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

"The cold is certainly nice but it feels more like a witch causing trouble. Move aside. SKELG THE RIPPER, OPEN UP AND GREET YOUR ULFEN BRETHREN!" he pounds on the door much harder than Arabelle. Turning back he smiles at her.

"Many of us are hard of hearing."

"Skelg the Ripper." Halvar would quietly interject each time she got the name wrong.

"Hopefully it is easy to spot the Ulfen's estate..."

Diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 8

Out on the street Halvar will attempt to ask for directions but between his imposing size, bare chest, and quiet voice he is unlikely to have much success.

"Yes, Bjarke but...I will have to axe you to keep the jokes at a minimum when our employer arrives." Hal replies to his, lowering his face into his palm after adding his own pun.

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"The proud fool has probably been dealing with this curse for some time, we may not have long. Do you have a map? I am not familiar with the Ivy District." Halvar says rising and putting his gear back on.

Halvar opens his eyes to glare at Bjarke for a moment.

"Don't give him any ideas, on the weapon or the celebrating. I took my oath knowing I would have to wrestle a bear on occasion, but not a dragon." he says letting out a long sigh before standing up and gathering his belongings.

"My name is Halvar Grímsson and that is my blood-brother. We are indeed Ulfen, hailing from Bildt. We see other northerners from time to time but you are from the Crown, the first we have met. We have sailed to Almhult on occasion." he answers the small woman, his expression darkening as he remembers the violent purpose of those trips. He quickly regains his composure and takes a seat at the table.

A massive Ulfen man is sitting cross legged against one of the walls with his eyes closed. He is shirtless, revealing elaborate scars and icy-blue tattoos winding around his muscled body. His belongings are scarce. An axe and hammer of dwarven design lay across his lap, a shoulder bag rests on the ground beside him, and a crimson scarf embroidered with runes is draped across his shoulders.

Without opening his eyes he calls out to another Ulfen man standing nearby.

"Bjarke, how are you feeling? These labyrinthine halls driving you mad yet?" he asks quietly.