Ivan "The Hammer" Ironmug's page

AoO: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

Ivans momentum leaves an opening for the other man get through, but is able to dodge, then dance around for a full powered swing.

attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

damage: 1d12 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14 btw, after checking the weapon, its supposed to be 1d12. my bad

so much fer Dat then...right, on to aggressive negotiations then.

On his turn Ivan brings his hammer to bear. Making sure to take a step back from the men to gain ample handling room.
He aims his strike towards the one the monk left alone.
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

damage: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

His hammer smacks home right on one of the fools heads with a resounding crack.

bwhaha! Ye ought ta know better than be tryin ta scare a dwarf!

now I aint done nuthin' but offer em a drink. What's that done to upset ye so?

what be the matter? Ye seem like ye saw a ghost. Ye need a pint or three laddie.

Ivan looks about at the other customers.

perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

disguise: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

I have the flu and a sinus infection, posting will be sparodic and minimal for about a week.

Ivan has reach with his, so I would an AoO before they bit me. nope, sure did take em by surprise. comon dice, I know you hate me but... comon...

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
As Ivan reaches the curtain, he takes a moment to, foolishly, look back.

Aright laddie, but when I win, ye buying the drinks.

When the Bugs rush out Ivans eye's go wide.

OYE! BY TORAGS ROCK HARD NIPPLES! Those be som' biguns'!

Alright, get behind me lads. Lets go. Ivan will use his hammer to check the curtains immediate area.

I won't be able to place the character until 8 est when I get off. And unfortunetly my phone doesn't play nice with roll 20, so cant see it. Feel free to have me hold my action until something comes within 10ft until then.

Hmphm, ants. what could be less thrilling.. I couldn't tell ye laddie. Ivan follows along behind the party.

disguise: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18

Ivan is merely a few paces away from Tyriel, glowering out across this den of sin

disguise: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Ivan will be going as a guard/healer for the 'merchants'

heh, That is easy enough. Jus' a travelin' healer. not many O' places I know would turn away one O' them.

Ivan looks a bit more woozy than any dwarf ever should, then a split second later shakes his head and glowers at Amsheagar.

Dont be doin' that without tellin' a dwarf would ye??!! Bloody hell, nearly made me sick.
Ivan grumbles and grumbles As the mission is described to them.
oye, I think I signed up fer the wrong mission. ah well, we'll get ye yer supplies, though as to how we are gonna get over a ton of goods through a siege still baffles me. Ain't it the point to keep caravans out?

He grumbles a bit more about having to stand letting criminals run around free performing crimes, and something about wishing one of the buggers tries to pick his pocket.

Tis the frivolous and unserious that fail in this world lass. Discipline and hard work be the path to wealth. Find fun in the work ye do.

Ivan winks.

least that be what me dad told me fore he was killed by an orc. I tell ye lass, I have slain many an orc and undead minion. An' Since I joined the church and learned me art, I ain't had an unfun day in me life.

A dwarf, wielding a huge hammer, as tall as he is, finishes a rite to the goodly gods. He runs his hand over his silver holy symbol and looks across at the others assembled in the room. His eyes piercing anyone they look at. Etched in his armor and weaponry are symbols of Torag, Iomedae, Sarenera, and Desna. When he speaks he speaks with a deep, commanding, gravelly tone.
Me name is Ivan, warrior of the gods. Ye behave yerselves, and we ain't got nothin' to worry bout'

either works for me. roll20 has more, but I can check google docs on my phone.

sorry, this be Ivan. haha.

Hey, I haven't stated him out yet but I will play a dwarven warpriest.