Hank the Bugbear's page

I believe it was concluded some time ago that as of season 6, 5 of the Decemvirate are really 5 of the 72 alternate identities of the man whose 6th alternate identity is Ven Levorox. 3 of the others are simulacra of the same man and were both created by and under the control of the same man. Of the last 2, one is his wife and the other is his sister (both whom are under regularly-recast dominate person spells). One of the latter has 14 alternate identities, and one of those is "The Spider". It is speculated that the wife and sister are also alternate identities of the same person.

The same man's 47th, 51st and 69th alternate identities are also Patrons of the Aspis Consortium, and the Season 7 PFS metaplot is really a cover for an elaborate ploy by him to replace more of the Patrons with his own alternate identities or dominated members of his household.

Drendle Dreng is really this man's brother and was once aware of all these things but was too intimidated to do anything about it. Drendle regularly drugged himself to cope or forget these things and over the years so addled his own brain with drugs that he can no longer differentiate the above information from his other varied hallucinations. The man sometimes known as Grandmaster Torch thus does not see him as a threat and lets him live for amusement's sake.

Now, other than On Dark Wings being granted at 15th level and Wings of Fire being at chosen at minimum 7th level, On Dark Wings is CLEARLY superior due to having no use limit like Wings of Fire.

It's like you're comparing a 4th level spell to an 8th level spell and complaining that the 4th level spell is weaker...

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"Hastur!"

The third Hastur! Mwahahahaha!

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"Hastur!'

These fools do not realise what I have begun...just one more...just one more...

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"Hastur!"

Still trying to find the chronicle that grants access to

You WILL have the respect of all other players (and the GM) at your table.

Do PFS characters start with a set of clothing costing less than 10gp (per CRB), or do they actually need to buy it?

'Hank' stares blankly at Nathaniel for a moment, then heaves a heavy sigh.

"Me think me not ku-ah-lee-fyed for this part of job. Me have friend. He good swimmer. Me go get."

With that, the hulking bugbear sprints back down the passageway. You hear a few muffled grunts, followed by a few sibilant hisses. A few moments later, a new figure appears in the passageway, trudging towards you...

"Risk not only prob-blum," 'Hank' states matter-of-factly as he gives Nathaniel an even stare.

"You not smell Hank before when Hank's fur wet."

I hope not... I haven't even had the pleasure of drowning you yet...

"Hank have sinking feeling about this."

'Hank' eyes the water uncertainly, then exhales slowly as he turns his gaze to Nathaniel.

"Hank say feel free, but be careful. Hank know hoo-man once who walk towards strange music. Hoo-man started dancing, and kept dancing till hoo-man go un-kon-shus," he says as he demonstratively prances around before smacking himself on the side of the head with his palm and tumbling to the sandy floor for emphasis.

"Hank think under-water bad place to go un-kon-shus, half-fish or no half-fish."

"Hank not like water. Make fur wet, the bugbear grumbles to himself as he follows the party into the chamber,

"Hank smell funny when fur wet."

As he takes in the sights in the chamber, 'Hank' is momentarily lost in wonder as he notes the colourful coral formations and the teeming aquatic life in the waters. He had never been much of a seafarer, so such sights were a rarity to him.

As he snaps from his reverie, he notes Astor taking watch as Nathaniel walks towards the altar.

"Hmm...Astor seems to be a sharp one. That's good. A keen eye is always welcome. Nathaniel's gone the furthest into the chamber and seems to be concentrating on a detect magic spell. Quite the brazen one, though he's marking himself as a target by putting distance between himself and the rest of us. If there's anything in here, it will probably jump him first. It will probably be worthwhile standing guard by his side as he concentrates."

"Hey wait, alien-man-person. Hank want see shiny altar too. Me come with you!" the bugbear calls out as he strides after Nathaniel, watching his surroundings as he goes.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Edit: Dammit. Ok, so Hank was more than just momentarily distracted by the sights in the cave.

Fortunately, he still has scent, so he automatically detects the presence of a new smell within 30 ft... anything further than that, well, good thing Astor rolled well. XD

'Hank' nods and says, "Me see no nom-noms here. We go down tunnel?"

Nathaniel and Nava?

Astor, 'Lucien' is still in the area and Tuillen's re-casting the spell as necessary. Also, Radic's got a light spell running and Drake's got a torch. There should be plenty of light for low-light vision.

"Hmm...Ashensand," 'Hank' thinks to himself as he scrutinises the dark sand under his feet, "Interesting. I'll have to remember this place, especially if we find ourselves in need of a large fire to put out. Though for the moment, given how close we are to water, I'm going to guess that's quite an unlikely eventuality. Still, I'm glad it's not something ridiculous or creepy like blood-soaked sand or charred bone fragments."

Curiosity sated, he turns to listen to Radic, listening attentively as the elf explains to the group the culture of the Vuljoons, the temple and the serpent-controlling relic.

"Ugh...Hank not like snakes. Except maybe when snakes bring treasure."

"Ah!" the 'bugbear' bellows as he smacks his left palm with the base of his right fist, "Hank have plan. If we find rare-lick, we tell snakes bring us all treasure, and nom-noms, then we send them on quest to find Island of Endless Chocolate Ice-Cream. If they find, we have ice-cream. If they not find, we never see them again."

His proclamation made, Hank contentedly folds his arms across his chest, evidently pleased with his 'brilliant idea'.

Hank the Bugbear made me laugh for like 10 minutes, that's the fun part of hats of disguise.

=)

The 'bugbear' looks at Nathaniel quizzically.

"Too-ee-lun? Oh dee huff-alf. Hey, whare leetul huff-alf go ah-knee-way?"

"More im-pour-tant, we need come laytuh wiff pick-axe! And find nom-noms!" 'Hank' rumbles as he looks at the glittering frescoes.

Waiting to see what my detect magic and spellcraft/knowledge arcana checks reveal about the sand. Someone want to roll knowledge nature to see why it's black?