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Hol'tos stays with his opponent, slashing at him again, putting extra force into his swing.

power attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

damage: 2d6 + 7 ⇒ (3, 5) + 7 = 15

Hol'Tos thinks his D20 is cursed

Hol'Tos moves in to keep the one guarding his friend busy.

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
damage: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (6, 2) + 4 = 12

Hol'tos sees that a duel is on and slashes again.

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

damage: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (1, 4) + 4 = 9

confirm crit: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

extra damage: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (6, 2) + 4 = 12

While the rogue and Shaman clear one tent, Hol'Tos will keep the guys in the other one busy.

charge attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

damage: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (5, 3) + 4 = 12

stealth: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13

"Just because I came up with this plan doesn't mean I am good at it."

"why not try collapsing their tents on them? If we start cutting guidelines and setting canvass alight half of them probably won't even get out of bed before we have won."

"The sooner this is over the sooner we get paid."

Hol'Tos will make a survival check to pick up the trail

survival: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

"Ouch, that thing can pack a punch, did any of you bring any bandages?"

Hol'Tos swings his sword around for another hack at the animated alter.

attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14 damage: 2d6 + 7 ⇒ (4, 6) + 7 = 17

Hol'tos will move up to the Alter and then power attack it.

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15 damage: 2d6 + 7 ⇒ (4, 3) + 7 = 14

Fort saves: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 121d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

"Anyone else find this heat oppressive?

What do you mean by intruder?

Hol'Tos will take 10 searching the room. Giving him a 16 on his perception

Hol'Tos double moves so he is in position to fight the second dog next round and take some pressure of Daverin.

Hol'Tos will charge at the soldier closer to the party, power attacking.

charge attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16 for dmg: 2d6 + 7 ⇒ (3, 6) + 7 = 16

Hol'Tos will recommend the east entrance.

"I agree with the wizard, this is a smash and grab job, not a kill them all job."

"perhaps you should have people looking into what a Halfling we encountered is up to. He gave his name as Varnic and was asking lots of questions. He doesn't appear to be connected to the convoy in any way and claims he was sent to look for spies."

The halfling glances around, then up at the dwarf. "Sure I'm supposed to be here!" he yells, and then in a lower voice he says, "I was sent to root out spies within the compound. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you? Hmm?"

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He seems to be telling the truth.

"Looking for spies could be quite dangerous I am sure, probably necessary in a case like this, but well above my pay grade to worry about such things. A simple guard is all Hol'Tos is."

"Varnic, it is Varnic isn't it? Why all the questions? Are you even supposed to be here, because I will brake every bone in your tiny, useless little body if you aren't."

Hol'Tos will pick guard

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
Survival: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
Intimidate: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

"I will do what I can to blend in with the Guards."

"Are we to receive any money for operating costs? Buying rounds of drinks for soldiers, greasing palms to look the other way while on sentry duty or overlook lack of qualifications for signing on with the caravan? After all, shouldn't we find and fire those who will easily accept bribes or talk to strangers who by them a few drinks now, before the real convoy?"

Hol'Tos accepts a teacup, but is clearly not used to such sophisticated things and appears unsure how to drink from it properly for a moment before using an all around grasp and drinking half the liquid in one gulp. Some of the tea spills down into his carefully braided beard and onto his tunic. All his clothes look well maintained but have seen some miles and don't appear to have been bought for fashion; they are practical clothes in dark earthy colours. currently his greatsword rests in it's sheath on the ground to his right while his shortbow and quiver rest to his left.

"I also share these concerns, if we hurt or kill many of those responsible for transporting the fake exilir, there will be less guards to protect the real one."

My dwarf barbarian is ready.