Hiiram Melech's page

Hate to do this, but I'm going to have to step out, too. With the SLA ruling pretty much making this character not rules-legal, I've lost any interest in actually playing it. In addition to my school and work schedules, on top of this game not really ending up what I expected, I just really haven't had the motivation for poor Hiiram.

Hiiram cautiously pokes one of the empty pieces of armor with his boot, before moving to check the chest.

Going to grab:

• +1 Spear
• Ring of Protection
• Belt of +2 Con

Hiiram also does his part, inspecting the various items they procure.

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 12 = 17

Hiiram shrugs before he decides to help gather things. "Ain't nobody around t' buy or sell this stuff anymore, anyways," he rationalizes.

Hiiram does the same, his attention torn between several magically-infused items at a time. 'Such a wonderful place! Great Nethys, surely once I grow too infirm to travel, opening a shop like this should be a proper way to venerate you,' the tiefling thinks to himself, grinning all the while.

Aid Another (+2 Perception @Alfred): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21

"You've got my vote, mate." Hiiram says with a grin. "Think they should just hide here 'til we're done?" he asks, gesturing to the man and his family.

Hiiram seems uninterested in the conversation until they mention the possible connection between the Linnorm King and demons. "There's surely magic at the center o' all this, and it's my job to find it. If this Ingimundr fella is usin' it t' do things like this, then maybe we can throw a shovel in his plans, if ya get what I'm sayin'."

Hiiram rolls his eyes. "Alright then, if you're done threatening the unarmed and terrified townsfolk, who appear to be the only ones still alive in this whole forsaken place, can we get on with asking them things that are actually relevant?" The tiefling sighs theatrically at both Ulfen men. Turning his attention to the man and his family, the Nethian continues, "Do you know if there are any other survivors? Can you explain what you saw that led you to this?"

Hiiram rubs his chin, curious at the magic auras he can sense. "Powerful creation magics are everywhere," he informs the rest of the group. "Quite interesting."

Hiiram attempts to search for sources of magic through the town, thoroughly worried about the seeming complete lack of living folk. "What could have happened here?" he asks, mostly to himself.

Hiiram casts Detect Magic.

Hiiram blinks, not sure to make of what just happened. "Uh, what?" he questions the others.

Alternatively, if you are in a higher level game you could build for early entry evangelist to keep your BAB, HP, and skill points up.

If I recall correctly it was something like

Race with lvl2 Arcane SLA (Tiefling)

Rogue 1
Snakebite Brawler 1
Scryer wizard 1 (lvl3 SLA, take deific obedience as a feat)
Evangelist 1
AT 1
Evangelist rest (you align AT at 2).

Somebody called? (Vivisectionist/Mindchemist Alchemist instead of Rogue, yeah, I know.)

Hiiram continues to hurry towards the shield wall, worried about how he can contribute. He tries to keep to cover as best as possible, hoping to find a way to strike at the enemies from out of sight.

Hiiram runs to get within range of the rest (120 ft./round) and then tries to find cover or somewhere he can hide.

Stealth: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (14) + 13 = 27

Hiiram bolts out after the others, worried about getting left behind. "This ain't my style!" he complains as he rushes towards the fort.

Double move action (60 ft.) for as many rounds as it takes to get to the fort.

How far is the fort? Can I reach it with Send Senses (100 ft range)?

Hiiram grits his teeth, trying his gambit once more, another small gout of acid issuing forth from his outstretched hand and lancing toward one of the opposing force's men.

Hiiram casts Acid Splash (standard action).

Acid Splash touch attack (Inspire Courage): 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 5 + 1 = 22
Acid Splash damage (Focus, Inspire Courage): 1d3 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 + 1 = 5

Just so we're all on the same page: having a map that shows both our positions and the enemy's positions, in addition to the terrain, is amazingly helpful in figuring out what exactly we can do. It's more work, yeah, but it helps prevent the awkward state where nobody really knows what they can/can't do, where they can/can't move, etc.

Hiiram finds a spot behind the shield wall, looking for a niche in the enemy's defenses. He pulls a vial from his belt clutching the container of bright green liquid tightly as he gestures and mumbles underneath his breath. As an opening appears, he swiftly points at it and hisses, "Kαίομαι!" as a small bolt of acid flies from his hand towards the target.

Hiiram moves and draws a vial of acid (move action) and casts Acid Splash (standard action).

Acid Splash touch attack (Inspire Courage): 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 5 + 1 = 13
Acid Splash damage (Focus, Inspire Courage): 1d3 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 + 1 = 3

I imagine green is the hill, tan is the beach, red is our boat and blue is the water.

Initiative: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Hiiram pulls a potion from a pouch inside his vest, pulling out the stopper and drinking the concoction inside. An opaque field shimmers softly around him, before fading from view.

Hiiram consumes a extract of Shield (standard action). I'll wait until Roll20 is working before I figure out what the rest of his action is.

You have to log into your Roll20 account before it will let you join the game. :)

-edit-

Or not? Huh.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22

Hiiram hops off the boat, also glad to be reunited with terra firma, but the exposed position he finds himself in keeps him alert and uncomfortable. A cursory glance of the surroundings proves his fears are not unfounded. "Not t' cut ya off, Captain, but it looks like they're waitin' for us a'ready," the tiefling states, attempting to subtly point at the ridge where a number of men hide, ready to pounce.

Hiiram adjusts his gloves, checking that his gear is all in place. "I hate folk like that," he mentions offhandedly. "Sure, a warm welcome is nice an' all, but there's a limit t' this kind o' thing, ya know?" The Nethian cups a hand to his ear, and attempts to see if he can hear what the welcoming committee is saying to each other.

Hiiram uses Send Senses (Su) to hear what the group of men are saying.

Hiiram picks the seat behind Soral, hoping that the man sitting next to him would be able to make up for his middling strength.

Berth #13.

A silver-haired tiefling is among the gathered raiders. Though he appears hearty and not at all a stranger to battle, his slight frame is easily contrasted against the large Ulfen folk. He stands near Hálvr, arms crossed and a calm look on his face. "I'm called Melech," he states matter-of-factly, "You need somethin' found, you need information, maybe somethin' taken from somebody else, I'm your man." His short, red-scaled tale swishes behind him, and he breaks into a grin, as he continues, "So, let's go a raidin'."

Dot.

I'd be down with that.

Southeast 'Murrika here - EDT (GMT-5).

Hiiram will probably be quite interested in your spellcasting and Raging Songs, Halvr, because they're both really outside of his experience.

Skald + Bloodrager + Warpriest should be all the buff dudes we need. And even though most of us casters have an evocation focus, we can still buff as necessary. :)

Hiiram is pretty much just a wandering scholar, and he's in the Linnorm Lands to learn more about the magics used here. He's a simple, solitary guy, and he was pretty much lured into coming on the raid to see what the spellcasters on both sides are capable of.

Neat. Looking forward to running with you, boss.

And, to everyone who didn't get picked: Good luck next time! There will be plenty more games and you guys all had great applications. :D