Iarann Thunderstriker's page

New Will: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (10) + 16 = 26

Iarann keeps pace, closing for a pair of swings:

ATK 1: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (6) + 18 = 24 for DMG if hit: 2d12 + 7 ⇒ (6, 7) + 7 = 20 and Cold: 1d6 ⇒ 1
ATK 2: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (15) + 13 = 28 for DMG if hit: 2d12 + 7 ⇒ (10, 8) + 7 = 25 and Cold: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Bleed: 1d4 ⇒ 1
DC is 12 due to Stanching: Flat v. Bleed: 1d20 ⇒ 3

Iarann shakes his head, not even a fan of halfling leaf, he's DEFINITELY not a fan of ... whatever this is. He suddenly charges through the air towards the monarch:

ATK!: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (4) + 18 = 22
ATK!: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (9) + 13 = 22

He swears, a LOT.

Will: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (12) + 16 = 28 "Yer 'shroomin tricks ain't working on me ye varmint!"

Iarann moves away, drops his axe, and with a facial expression that clearly exudes embarassment, he draws his .... he... he draws.... a ... sigh, he draws a bow.

Elf weapon: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (16) + 16 = 32 for DMG if hit: 2d6 + 5 ⇒ (2, 2) + 5 = 9

GAH!" FORT: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (5) + 18 = 23 Iarann has Poison Resistance 4, so 18 DMG

Iarann then suddenly charges the mossman on the end of the wall:
ATK 1: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (4) + 18 = 22 for DMG if hit: 2d12 + 7 ⇒ (4, 4) + 7 = 15 and Cold: 1d6 ⇒ 3
ATK 2: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (18) + 13 = 31 for DMG if hit: 2d12 + 7 ⇒ (8, 8) + 7 = 23 and Cold: 1d6 ⇒ 2

REF v. Cold: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (20) + 16 = 36 "Yer mother!"
REF v. Entangle: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (2) + 16 = 18 "AH! It's got me by the giggleberries!"

Iarann forces his way out of the area and brings his axe down on the freaky looking mossmanthing.

ATK: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (15) + 18 = 33 for DMG: 2d12 + 7 ⇒ (7, 6) + 7 = 20 and Cold: 1d6 ⇒ 2
ATK: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (14) + 13 = 27 for DMG: 2d12 + 7 ⇒ (10, 11) + 7 = 28 and Cold: 1d6 ⇒ 4

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Pre=roll AoO: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (10) + 18 = 28 for DMG: 2d12 + 7 ⇒ (11, 12) + 7 = 30 and Cold: 1d6 ⇒ 5

"BAAAAAAIIIIIIR!" Iarann moves as quickly as he can. Speed is 30'

Will: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (2) + 16 = 18 HERO POINT
1d20 + 16 ⇒ (19) + 16 = 35 YES!

"Don't you DARE talk about Morgan's mother like that ye barnacle balled bastards!" Irann gives up the defensive stance and rashly and suddenly charges.

Sudden Charge: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (15) + 19 = 34 for DMG if hit: 2d12 + 7 ⇒ (4, 3) + 7 = 14 and Cold: 1d6 ⇒ 3

ATK: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (20) + 14 = 34 for DOUBLE: 2d12 + 7 ⇒ (10, 4) + 7 = 21 and Cold: 1d6 ⇒ 5 Crit = FORT DC 24 or Slowed 1 until end of my next turn.

"What the hell? Does anything make sense here? I'm telling ya'...."

Iarann takes a moment to seek anything else in the woods Perception Cone south: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (2) + 17 = 19 and then readies an attack if anything closes:

Readied: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (14) + 18 = 32 for DMG: 2d12 + 7 ⇒ (3, 9) + 7 = 19 and Ice: 1d6 ⇒ 3.

Iarann gives a mighty battle cry and suddenly charges to help Bair:

ATK: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (3) + 18 = 21 for DMG if hit: 2d12 + 7 ⇒ (9, 9) + 7 = 25 and Cold: 1d6 ⇒ 3
ATK 2: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (16) + 13 = 29 for DMG if hit: 2d12 + 7 ⇒ (5, 5) + 7 = 17 and Cold: 1d6 ⇒ 1

"OHMYITSMADEFORAXIN!" Training and a bit of magic help Iarann's legs move fast enough to close in.

AXE!: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (18) + 18 = 36 for DMG: 2d12 + 7 ⇒ (2, 12) + 7 = 21 and Cold: 1d6 ⇒ 1
AXE!: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (4) + 13 = 17 for DMG: 2d12 + 7 ⇒ (6, 3) + 7 = 16 and Cold: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Wait, I just saw. I have to roll on the second one. No freebie: Athletics: 1d20 + 19 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 19 - 2 = 27

Iarann perks up and then immediately hustles over to help pull Voth up and out!

Assurance Athletics for the win!

Every time I'm on a mission with ghosts, they walk ON the floor, but THROUGH the walls... Why is that?

Iarann, happy to let the team do their thing, spends some time deep in thought.

Why does it excite me more when the bard plays a song on his own than when I request it??

I wonder if I can untie me bellybutton?

Iarann grumbles at the ridiculousness of it all, "Silly-hoighty toighty-haigh'-falutin-tree-hugging-bunny-licking-mushroom-dancers." He slinks off to go help some straight forward others, BOOST IT: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (13) + 18 = 31

"Methinks I should have gone where the fightin' is. Not sure you even want me here." Iarann is untrained in every possible option, with a threat of a crit fail on Aiding for more than one of them. Neither of his Lore skills is close enough for me to rationalize...

"TIMETOACT was my great uncle's middle name. Let's GO!"

"WOAH! I.... I wanna wrestle it. Cover me." Iarann rushes forth with a sudden charge:

ATK: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (1) + 18 = 19 He utterly misses everything. He abandons the wrestling plan for the moment.
ATK 2: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (1) + 13 = 14 ...

"GUYS! I MESSED UP!"

"Alright! I'm tired of youse!" Iarann licks hip lips and lunges forward, swinging hard against the one near Bair. He overshoots the flank, but sees two targets he can sweep through

ATK v. 3: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (17) + 18 = 35 for DMG: 2d12 + 7 ⇒ (8, 12) + 7 = 27 and Cold: 1d6 ⇒ 1 If Crit = FORT DC 24 or Slowed 1 until end of my next turn.

IF it's still up, he'll target him again, otherwise #2 at +1 more:

ATK v. 2 or 3: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (20) + 13 = 33 for DOUBLE DMG: 2d12 + 7 ⇒ (5, 8) + 7 = 20 and Cold: 1d6 ⇒ 1 FORT DC 24 or Slowed 1 until end of my next turn.

HA!

"What do you mean not real owls? Like fake? Like decorative fake or...."
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Upon seeing the action unfold, "THAT kind of fake!" FORT: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (16) + 18 = 34

He gives a beard-splitting smile and advances with his skull-splitting One True Zanderel. His gait is odd, but somehow he moves fluidly over the rough rocks.

Attacking #2
AXE!: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (10) + 18 = 28 for DMG: 2d12 + 7 ⇒ (7, 6) + 7 = 20 and Cold: 1d6 ⇒ 6
AXE!: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (19) + 13 = 32 for DMG: 2d12 + 7 ⇒ (2, 7) + 7 = 16 and Cold: 1d6 ⇒ 2

"I LOVE this mission it's like one of them Elven spa thingies!"

Perception: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (15) + 17 = 32 sniff.... snigg "Bloody 'ell! Morgan did one of your entourage let one go?"

He looks around and then inhales deeply. "Oh wait.... no... that's .... oi! Be careful, and mind the fire!"

Iarann, having combed the vomit out of his beard, looks at the thorns and brush, "Ahhhh! A little massage! How convenient! It looks gentle like the brush me mum used to use on our back hair!" Assurance Athletics will be a pass.

"Bits of breakfast tarnishing his perfect beard, Iarann projectile vomits on the little one holding on, [b]"Take that ye durned bush!"

He then comes crashing down with his axe on the little guy

ATK 1: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (13) + 18 = 31 for DMG if hit: 2d12 + 7 ⇒ (2, 8) + 7 = 17 and Cold: 1d6 ⇒ 1

ATK 1: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (9) + 13 = 22 for DMG if hit: 2d12 + 7 ⇒ (2, 9) + 7 = 18 and Cold: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Will: 1d20 + 16 - 2 ⇒ (9) + 16 - 2 = 23 Iarann shouts forth most of his breakfast....

There's not a lot left in the tank, so he tries his best to take an enemy down with him before he falls.

v. Tuber 2
He self induces some vomit to shout a few more groceries.
ATK 1: 1d20 + 18 - 1 ⇒ (13) + 18 - 1 = 30 for DMG if hit: 2d12 + 7 ⇒ (9, 5) + 7 = 21 and Cold: 1d6 ⇒ 3
ATK 2: 1d20 + 13 - 1 ⇒ (11) + 13 - 1 = 23 for DMG if hit: 2d12 + 7 ⇒ (6, 12) + 7 = 25 and Cold: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Will: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (6) + 17 = 23
FORT: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (16) + 19 = 35

"It ain't the best idea to attach yourself to me!"

Focusing on #2 unless it drops, then #1

I've: 1d20 + 18 - 1 ⇒ (14) + 18 - 1 = 31 for DMG if hit: 2d12 + 7 ⇒ (4, 1) + 7 = 12 and Cold: 1d6 ⇒ 3
Got Axe: 1d20 + 13 - 1 ⇒ (4) + 13 - 1 = 16 for DMG if hit: 2d12 + 7 ⇒ (9, 3) + 7 = 19 and Cold: 1d6 ⇒ 3
FOR YOU: 1d20 + 8 - 1 ⇒ (13) + 8 - 1 = 20 for DMG if hit: 2d12 + 7 ⇒ (4, 2) + 7 = 13 and Cold: 1d6 ⇒ 4

"I WILL MAKE TEA OUT OF YOU!"

"Well!" Iarann is exited. Once the lizards are gone he looks at the others, "I'm glad that worked. My next idea was to see if one would let me ride on him and if I could hold on without him throwin' me on me pumpkin, we'd be friends."

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"OI! I think there are some evil trees for choppin!" Iarann of course can't see them exactly, but it doesn't stop him from closing in. "TIMBER!!!!"

He rushes forward, and then Points Out what he sees.

Venn snorts. It's hard to tell if it's a laugh.... or its the sound of combat against a rapid-onset nap, but it's loud. He steps to the front of the group with more than a little pushing.

The dwarven warrior does three air squats and two lunges before addressing them.

"Alright. Here's the deal my friends. I like the facets on yer gem if you know what I mean. I think this could be the start of a beautiful friendship if we can just spit on the bronze a little bit."

"The way I see it, we all are pretty fond of a good kerfuffle. But yer also a freakin talking lizard thing. I gotta say, howsabout you just let us slide because there's no need ta fight. It's not strategically sound to go axe to tongue. Just let us go, and we'll let you go. We ain't here ta eat yer.... food, whatever it is you eat. Torag.... how many bugs do you eat in a day? Anyway, think about it. We're on the same team and can help each other out. There are REAL bad guys out there and alliances are WORTH IT."

Lore (Warfare): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31

Iarann, clearly seeing that opening his mouth and showing off his glorious teeth will only wreck it, stays silent an observant.

Third

Continuing to take the burn, Iarann steps up, "DAMMIT This is like freaking herding.... herding.... TORAG'S TAINT!"

The annoying and air-fried dwarf swings his axe at the cat:

ATK: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (11) + 18 = 29 for DMG: 2d12 + 7 ⇒ (2, 8) + 7 = 17 and Frost: 1d6 ⇒ 1ATK: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (8) + 13 = 21 for DMG: 2d12 + 7 ⇒ (2, 5) + 7 = 14 and Frost: 1d6 ⇒ 6

"QUIT PUFFIN AROUND YE WEE KITTEH!"

Iarann moves in to where he thinks the kitty cat will go back to being a cat, he then stands there with his axe held eye. The cinders burn his bears and the embers make his wide grin glow, "PSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPS!"

Fire DMG: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 1) = 5 HP: 140/145

"Oi. Some mushrooms sound delicious. I agreed. Let's go."

"OI! If there's ONE place I'd prefer not to be blind-sided, it's a place with "cliff" in the title. I knew a man named Cliff once, bad luck that one.
Let's get us a map for that."

A dwarf with a luxurious beard and hair that blends into a single mane claps those he knows with a meaty hand. A smile splits the hair revealing some unreasonably pearly unreasonable whites. He holds his axe like a loved one (with a poorly written message on its haft.)

"I think I know ye all." Iarann says walking a wide circle around Morgan's entourage. "Kamil Durus? Not sure I've meet ye. Pleasure. Iarann Thunderstriker and the ONE TRUE ZANDERAL at your service."

Mapping Perception: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (9) + 18 = 27 "Maps! Bring'em over here. I'll tell yeah ....what? TORAG'S TAINT? THERE ARE NO TAVERNS LABELED ANYWHERE!"

Repairs Athletics: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (20) + 19 = 39 "Gimme here! I'll show you. Oi! You, squire, I'm going to need a hefty supply of spikes."

Research Athletics: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (7) + 19 = 26 "Look, I got a rep to uphold, and I don't want anyone to know, but ummmm gimme some of those books."

"It's undignified! I'm not an amphibian."

"Wait a second WAIT A SECOND! The dead? Ye daft? There's literally a page in the durned book telling us to stay AWAY from flying skulls."

Salut mon ami!

"Aye m'liege. Tis done!"

This was a great table and a lot of fun. Thank you! I'll have to download chronicle tomorrow, but will hit you up on Slack if needed, so feel free to close the thread.

"Well someone else is going to have to tell the tale while I drink... I'm not sure what in Gorum guts actually happened. This time s+#% is for the bards."

"So close!" Iarann huffs it to the other side... "yet so far."

Triple stride.

Keeping Dr. Talos up on his shoulders and moving whenever he says, Iarann continues to try his best to aid in the endeavor.

Athletics: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (18) + 18 = 36 That's actually a +3 circumstance bonus to the roll.

Iarann immediately goes over and figures he can help but yeeting the good Doctor up upon his shoulders. "Oi! This should help you reach the top of this @#%@ing thing!" Aid via Athletics with the aforerolled die = Success +1

Iarann shakes his head and rushes in. He certainly doesn't have the expertise, but hopefully he can act as a decent sous chef.
Aid Crafting: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19 Nope!