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Told you there was something evil afoot here... Hrolf mutters as he sees what happens with the first door. Knowledge (Religion)
Be my guest. I'll stand behind you and bash anything that jumps out at you.
It'll be those damn fire skulls again, ware! Hrolf roars as he whirls round, expecting an attack.
Seek out whatever menace lurks here and destroy it. Hrolf says grimly, keeping his shield and mace up and ready as though expecting an ambush from every shadow.
Well... I can't read these. Suggest we move on?
Movement on the outer wall... Hrolf mutters.
Strapping his shield on and hefting his mace, Hrolf eyes the prison critically. Right... I propose we do a slow walk around the grounds, see what we can see. No splitting up, if someone sees something suspicious, we all investigate. Sound alright to all of you?
Hrolf grimaces. That won't be good fer morale...
It seems to be the source of the town's troubles, Oorin.
DM Hamied: Can you send me a quick e-mail so I can chat to you privately, seeing as theres no PM system here. Thanks. alexkilcoyne@hotmail.com
Waking up early and diligently praying to his ancestors for their guidance in the Trials ahead, Hrolf joins the others for breakfast, a grim expression on his face. After bidding everyone good morning, he slams his fist onto the breakfast table for attention, looking at Kendra with a guilty expression for the gesture. No more research. No more damn books! Today, we take the fight to Harrowstone Prison itself and if shes still willing, we'll take Cathran and er... Oorin? with us! It is high time we stopped reacting to these foul spirits and take the fight to them for the honour of Professor Lorrimor!
Well met, Cathran. Hrolf says finally, a little drained by the day. I am Hrolf Steinolf. With little further ado the Ulfen man retires to Kendra's for the evening too, the one townsperson killed in the fire weighing on his conscience.
Have we lost Iovanna?
Hrolf will spend his remaining spells to cast Cure Light Wounds on a few townspeople. An inspiring speech from someone a little less gruff than me could do wonders here, Iovanna.. he whispers to the Paladin.
+10HP. +1 spell per day. Magic Weapon learnt. +1 BAB. +1 Will save. 2 ranks in diplomacy, 1 rank in kno: religion, 1 rank intimidate, 1 rank spellcraft. Level 2 oracle sucks. Sorry your trips not going well hu5tru
Hrolf continues to battle the largest fire- grabbing a bucket of water from a volunteer he hurls it over the flame, shouting- I can handle this for now, deal with the other fires and then come to help me!
Well hes still charisma 15 but I felt his RP was more muscle than charm...
Thanks DM. With his approval, i've switched Hrolf's strength and charisma, just an FYI.
DM: Is there any chance I could swap Hrolf's strength and charisma around? The way i've been RPing him i've realised that hes a warrior first and a leader second, as well as thinking about his role within the group. Was hoping it would be possible as its still early days and the group's had some shuffles.
Hrolf continues to firefight on his own, barely noticing the deputies. Despite the blood of his ancestors flowing through his veins however, Hrolf cannot quite manage to put out a fire on his own.
Hrolf runs at the fire at O9, desperately attempting to fight it, sweat lining his forehead. Even with his ancestors bolstering his efforts, he struggles to make any impact on the fames.
Almost disappointed that the skulls were dispatched so easily, Hrolf nevertheless moves to I9 and strikes down the last of them.
Hrolf prays to his ancestor's for their aid as his physical form seems to take on a pale white glow, their favor flowing both through his magic and his blood as his arms are strengthened, his will hardened and his battle prowess sharpened. He takes a confident step to the south-east after his prayers, shield ready and mace extended in a challenge. Hrolf was born of heroes and would not waver in the face of the evil that had invaded this town.
If it was me unable to post for a time, I would much rather have the DM take an action he feels is in character for Hrolf than have him have the character stand idly for twelve seconds in a fire. It feels forced and doesn't help the games versimilitude at all. Am I alone in feeling this? FWIW DM, if i'm too slow to post and miss the 24hr mark, please take Hrolf's action for me. I trust your judgement.
The healing can wait girl, help with the fires and keeping people out of them! Hrolf snaps as he tries to battle the fire closest to him.
Between grabbing a tapestry and brandishing it ineffectively at the fire, Hrolf elaborates- Once everyone's out of here and safe, someone should start organising them to gather buckets of water... we won't contain this ourselves... Hrolf moves to F5, seeking some distance for temporary respite from the flame hes struggling with.
Hrolf opts for helping to save a life- moving to D5 and grabbing the townperson, helping him to his feet and dragging him clear.
DM: The magical arrows we gave to Hayashi represented the majority of our loot so far, is it being amended somehow? I just figure if Cathran comes in with lvl 2 wealth she'll start better equipped than those of us here since the start...
Cathran of Mendev- there is always a place for a warrior at our side. Everone else- even if you do not have the skill at arms to fight this evil, you can all help. Pray to your ancestors and gods for the strength to endure. Care for thy neighbor and share his troubles. To survive this, you must pull together, become a tribe, a community, rather than acquaintances that gather only in hard times. Endure, Ravengro, and know that we will defeat this menace!
Let it be said now, that any maggot who dares question the late Professor's integrity again will face an honourable challenge from ME! Hrolf roars, banging his mace on his shield for attention with a crash that reverberates through the room. Such naysayers did not deserve the great man!
Hrolf closed his eyes for a moment, letting his threat and words sink in, and goes to his spirit place, where he finds both the Elder and the Silver Wolf waiting to advise him. Time seems to stand still for him as the familiar clearing in the grove of trees atop the celestial mountain materialises in his mind, he in the centre and all around him, seats of carved stone and bone. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------- Greetings, Hrolf Steinolf Shaman Gudmand Frodi, the Silver Wolf, said to him. This time, he was in his human form, almost as ancient as the Elder but with a predatory posture that never truly left his posture, a reminder that he was as much Wolf as Man. He was sat upon one of the many seats in Hrolf's spirit council, leaning forward expectantly. Hrolf bowed deeply and then sank to one knee. I come to seek your advice, ancestors. he began. These people- how can I best make such weak men and women keep their spirits and morale in face of such strange events and threats? The Silver Wolf seemed to look down upon Hrolf in disapproval, his ancient face frowning. They may be weak individually Hrolf, but see the purpose that grips them when they are united in their questions and fear. Recall the teachings of Old Deadeye and the strength of community. Think of them as a pack of wolves without an alhpa- give them purpose and they will endure, together. Brook no challenge to your dominion over them, for it is for their own good that you and your allies control the situation. Give them hope, give them purpose, give them fear and most importantly of all- give them the truth. The Silver Wolf suddenly changed into his beastial form, leaping for Hrolf's throat. Too slow did the Ulfen man react, and the massive grey wolf slammed into him, knocking him on his back as the grove in the mountains faded away.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------- Hrolf took a deep breath, involuntarily shuddering at the feeling of his ancestor's teeth on his throat. Now that I have yer attention again, hear me now citizens. You are being assailed by the Undead- and we are finding evidence to suggest the spirits in Harrowstone Prison are restless and causing these happenings. I won't speak for my companion, but I plan to investigate these troubles and to honour the Professor and his hometown- and I suspect I will not have to go alone. We will drive the spirits from the prison or find some way to seal them safely away again. Until we succeed though, expect things to get worse. You must stop casting blame at one another and realise this is a threat to all of you. Pull together, people of Ravengro. Honor your ancestors with your courage and fortitude and together we may yet see the sun rise on this dark night in your town's history. Spirit Council assisted diplomacy.
I think ye'd better step up to the occassion Iovanna... Hrolf mutters as the crowd gets ugly.
Probably because we're the only ones doing anything or seemingly capable of swinging a weapon in this soft man's town. Tell them we're on our way.
Hrolf answers the door, snarling and barking at whoever is there with a furious WHAT?! that he fuels with his frustration.
Hi all, I hope you all divided mundane loot as I divvied it up some posts back(look through Hrolf's post to find it if necessary. We gave Hayashi all the arrows, meaning we lost most of our treasure wealth. We still have the following left to divide- - Two scrolls of hide from undead
- Two seemingly different scrolls (ask kendra to identify?)
Hrmmm... All very interesting, but how does it tie into the Professor's death and will? How does this help us? Hrolf asks, frustrated.
Hrolf shares his information with Rosanna.
Following the two women into the library, Hrolf asks- Whats our next move?
Hrolf continues to act as a guard for the pipe seller.
Knowing that Iovanna has been here before, Hrolf waits for her to take the lead.
It is good that you followed my counsel, warrior. Hrolf said, moving to protect the man from any unruly members of the crowd.
Hrolf grunts in disdain towards Gebs once more, then turns to Kendra's other allies. I would counsel seeing how Grimburrow deals with this; if he looks set to allow harm to this man I will intervene, however.
Some people in this place seem to be foolish, but no more than you, Gebs... Hrolf says with scorn, twisting the final word with disdain and tapping his blood stained mace against his free hand with a heavy thunk; walking over to Gebs menacingly. His meaning is clear. Any further slight towards my companions or Kendra will be taken as an offence to my honour. And I will answer such a challenge in the Ulfen way, runt. To accentuate his point as he slowly and menacingly approached the man, Hrolf slammed his mace against his shield, the sound reverberating through the street. Intimidate
Oooh no ye don't! Hrolf yelled in the midst of his battle rage, swinging his mace with far greater force than he had dared to apply at the risk of hitting Rosanna.
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