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Well, my page has decided to not notify of new posts, so I was unaware of the roll call last month. :\

Gremm marks the ground with his sword.

Just a warning, you will probably seeing very little posting from me over the coming week. Diablo 3 is almost here!

Perception
1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

Gremm shook his head.

"Now hold on just a second. My Ma' always never to mess with the spirits. She was always telling me that if I get one of them upset, I could have a terrible life in store for me. Is dealing with the spirit side of things something we really want?"

I guess I'm kind of just waiting to see what MG says. :\

Gremm nods.

"We'll be back sooner than you can count the day's earnings, Miss."

Gremm stood up and readied his equipment.

"Getting out of here sounds like a good idea to me."

Gremm takes a look around.

Perception
1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

Gremm looks around, a bit spooked.

"Now I know the area is a bit dead, but this strange even for Ustalav. Do you think what's been harrasing found its way here?"

Gremm yells out to Jax.

"Be careful up there! It looks like this was the work of more than one person."

I think we have this crime scene covered.

Survival to find and follow any tracks
1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27

Gremm shakes his head at the sight. Almost immediately, he quitely observes the scene, as if it's a motion he has gone through before.

Gremm strolls up as the two shake hands. His arms engulf both of them, lifting them both up in a bear hug.

"I'm glad we could all be a big happy family!" he guffaws.

He sets them down and proceeds to laugh his head off.

Survival
1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

Gremm returns to the clearing, firewood in hand.

"So, tell me Jax, why are you so afraid of vampires? I'm sure you've had your share of playful bites to the neck," he snickers.

Gremm stands up, stretches, and give a loud belch.

"Yeah, what have *hic* you found?"

Gremm was sitting, enjoying the last bit of berries he had picked.

Perception
1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17

Gremm jolts up, eyes bloodshot. In an instant, he is sword in hand, looking about with suspicious eyes.

"What is it, Pa?! Is it that damned weretiger again?" he yells out groggily.

:O

Today on Golarion Hills, 90210...

Gremm follows Jax as they return to the caravan, a pair of laughing fools.

Gremm stares off for a moment. A weight almost visibly falls upon his shoulders.

"Jax, do you mean that? Are you trusting me to go against orders if need be? I'm just a man who always says 'yes.' It's just..."

He stares at his reflection in the water.

"All for one. The squad comes first."

He stands up and salutes Jax.

"I won't let you down, Specialist Fury"

Gremm laughs as he bends down and washes his face.

"I guess I couldn't!"

"If I didn't run the risk of Valen wanting to give me a kiss, I'd just wait until later."

Gremm chuckles as they search the nearby area for some water.

Survival
1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

After a few minutes, they stumble upon a small creek.

Gremm raises his hand in salute, his mouth stained from berries.

Who chooses wisely what?

"Erastil...the Stag." He turns to look at Mirri. "A powerful spirit, that one. You have chose wisely."

Gremm scans the area, joyfully distracted by his snack.

Perception
1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

"Seems fine to me," he calls with a stuffed mouth.

Gremm walks alongside the front wagon, happily eating berries picked earlier.

Gremm chuckles.

"Calm down, you big baby. Gods know you need some fresh air so you should be thanking me."

Sure did! He's only a heavy load for me.

Gremm scarfs down the lasts bits of his meal and jolts up.

"Alright, fellas, we need to get moving. The sun's been up too long and I know Pa would have given me a switching by now. Grab your things. We're headed to Lastwall!"

Before heading out the door, he grabs his pack and Fury and tosses them over his left and right shoulders respectively.

"Oh, don't worry, Fury. With Valen in charge, I know our numbers for new recruits will grow rather quickly. Our squad will probably grow tenfold with all the female privates he brings in!"

Gremm begins to chortle almost uncontrollably.

Do we know what the mask looks like? Last I checked, the decription was only that it's wooden.

Gremm gives Fury the largest of bear hugs, lifting him up a good three feet of the ground.

Fury, where ya been pal?!

Gremm rises quite early, before dawn even breaks. He sets out to the nearby wilderness and begins foraging for food.

Survival
1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27

He returns to the squad just as the cock crows and he packs up all the food into his pack. Gremm begins making the rounds, waking everyone up for their trip.

"Up and at' em, Torque."

"Nine Tail, wake up. Yip, yip!"

"Morning, Miss Acune."

"Valen, let's get going. Come on, Chief."

Every greeting is said with a warm smile.

Gremm nods.

"The Hold of Belkzen, or as Pa always called it, Orc country. Lots of mountains and plenty of fighting everywhere. It's not the prettiest place to travel through and definitely not the safest. It's our shortest route, though. If we go through and can make it to Kaer Maga, then we can travel down to the base of the Storval ang be in the good country."

Happy Holidays, everybody! May you roll a natural 20 on your Festivites checks!

Gremm moves to Two-Bear and lifts him up, with relative ease. He begins to move, taking obvious caution with the Corporal.

"Now that is a good idea!"

Gremm pats his stomach.

"All this climbing has me in need of some mead," he chuckles.

Need a face wrecked... you have me. <SMASH>

This area of the game has been a little quiet. What's everyone been up to these days? How's everyone doing?

Been doing rather well. Just started to learn how to cook. Egg fried rice on the menu tonight. Also in the planning stages of a two player campaign to run for my roomates.

Gremm returns to the ground and presents the feathers.

"I found these on the roof. I think there's something wrong with them."

Gremm mumbles, "The roof?"

He runs over to the building and looks for a means of clambering up onto the roof.

Climb check

1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

Gremm shakes his head.

"If you pardon the interruption, I'm not too keen on going back to Riddleport. There's still some bad blood from when father and I were last there. If we must, I will, but know that there may be some loose ends I need to tie up."

AT this point, Gremm has no one. He will stick with the company until something comes up, which may not be anytime soon.

Remember, Gremm is the kind to let other people handle "business" affairs. He will usually sit in the back while others do the talking. Sorry if this led you to believe I had dropped!

As for choices, I would much rather travel the world. It's all Gremm really knows, after all.

Also, woop! Level 3!

HP roll!

1d10 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Oh, and does anyone have a spare breastplate? I just received Armor Training 1 and am very much in need of more AC.

Gremm fidgets abut uncomfortably.

:(

Where is everyone?

Gremm quietly slips over to the first footlocker. He takes the medals and begins to quietly look them over.

"Well, of course not," Gremm guffaws. "Pa got mighty angry the first few times I just kicked open a locked box. Said it damaged the goods."