Jack Greyfeather's page

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Notice: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Wild: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Tie, so reroll?
Notice: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Wild: 1d6 ⇒ 6
Ace: 1d6 ⇒ 1

"I assume that your oily friend is from the Dark Cathedral. Are you going to introduce us?"

Jack does a happy dance as the last of the worms are destroyed. He pulls out 3 slightly crushed strawberry tarts and hands one each to his friends before consuming one himself.

"So I guess the worms are the thing that we're supposed to put into the container and take back to Mister Cranky."

Assuming Arial isn't successful, Jack will beg the others to leave the mine and take him to the best healer in town.

Success, so you avoid a level of Fatigue. For now. But you still have one horrible green worm burrowing through your innards.

What are you doing next?

Jack sticks his finger done with throat trying to expel the worm. If that doesn't work, he will beg Arial to intercede with her god again for healing.

Vigour: 1d6 - 1 ⇒ (4) - 1 = 3

Wild: 1d6 - 1 ⇒ (5) - 1 = 4

Jack struggles to keep his breakfast down as he looks at his arm. "Arial, help me!"

Round 2

Jack acts with his customary aplomb and springs into a wild attack on the diseased miner.

Attack: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Wild: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Damage: 1d4 + 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + (2) + 2 = 7

Repeats action to start Round 3

Attack: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Wild: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Damage: 1d4 + 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + (4) + 2 = 7

This is bad...this is very bad...

Spirit: 1d6 - 4 ⇒ (4) - 4 = 0

Wild: 1d6 - 4 ⇒ (4) - 4 = 0

Noooo...spend a Benny
Spirit: 1d6 - 4 ⇒ (2) - 4 = -2

Wild: 1d6 - 4 ⇒ (1) - 4 = -3

Nooo, noooo...spend another Benny
Spirit: 1d6 - 4 ⇒ (2) - 4 = -2

Wild: 1d6 - 4 ⇒ (3) - 4 = -1

Nooo, Nooo, Nooo, spend another Benny
Spirit: 1d6 - 4 ⇒ (6) - 4 = 2

Wild: 1d6 - 4 ⇒ (4) - 4 = 0

Ace: 1d6 ⇒ 6
Ace2: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Jack manages to take the horrible turn of events in stride.

Had 6, spent 3, got 1 back so have 4

I have a bad feeling about this.

Vigour: 1d6 - 4 ⇒ (5) - 4 = 1

Wild: 1d6 - 4 ⇒ (3) - 4 = -1

Jack moves forward to attack the nearest 'miner' with his rapier, buckler held in his other hand.

Wild attack and -2 penalty for low light.

Attack: 1d6 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 - 2 = 4

Wild: 1d6 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 - 2 = 6
Ace: 1d6 ⇒ 3 Raise?

Damage: 1d4 + 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + (1) + 2 = 7
Ace: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Damage if a raise on attack: 1d6 ⇒ 6
Ace: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Total damage is either 9 or 17 depending on if attack was a raise

Jack feints low with the blade to catch the miner's attention, the rapidly switches to a thrust to the throat just as he has seen Azander practice over and over in the training yard. His blade buries itself in his foe's throat with a meaty thunk sound.

Azander: I’m assuming that you’re holding your rapier in one hand and a lantern in the other, as Arial has shielded her light with her cape and these guys were just standing here, in the dark….

The nearest miner turns slowly to regard your approach. He does not look well. His wiry beard hangs loose in ragged clumps, the flesh behind the hair is pale and grey.
The man opens his mouth to speak – and a writhing mass of green worms cascade over his bottom lip. The diseased miner gropes blindly for your face, staggering through the puddle of vermin with a vile, squishing sound. Slowly, the other three miners shuffle towards the light, sightless eyes staring at nothing.

Azander: Since I don’t use the Guts skill, please make a Spirit-2 roll against fear.
Jack/Arial: Please make your Spirit rolls with no penalty, as you are not getting splattered with worm vomit. :p

Spirit: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Wild: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Spending a Benny to reroll

Spirit: 1d6 ⇒ 6
Ace: 1d6 ⇒ 1
Wild: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Jack watches the ghoulish miners with fascination. He decides to sneak up behind them to 'get the drop' on them if/once combat begins.

Sneak: 1d8 ⇒ 4

Wild: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Following the rails (and, incidentally, the metallic ringing sound), the tunnel slopes gently down into the dark. Several adjacent tunnels branch off this main throughfare, winding elsewhere through the mineral-rich earth. After ten minutes of wary advancement, your lanterns shine upon a group of silent figures, clustered aimlessly at the end of the tunnel. They are attired similarly to most of the miners you have seen around Diamond Lake since your arrival. One of these men intermittently raises his pickaxe and bangs it against the seam of glittering metal, shining in the dark.

(They haven't noticed you yet, but that's not going to last long. Jack indicated he was taking some care to be quiet. Arial did not, but I assume that she is not making too much noise. With all his coughing and tapping and grouching, I did not think that Azander would be particularly unobtrusive. Please advise what you are doing next).

Jack continues to slink along the wall staying in the shadows.

Jack slips quietly off the elevator and attempts to melt into the shadows along the walls of the cavern.

Stealth: 1d8 ⇒ 4

Wild: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Jack carefully steps on the lift platform making sure it will hold his weight. "Come on you two, lest ride the elevator."

Jack has 4 torches in his backpack along with flint/steel

Yeah a lock...I love locks...love to take them apart and put them together again.

Jack opens his backpack and pulls out his lockpick set. "Hmmm...heavy duty padlock...standard type...shouldn't be too hard to do..." he mutters to himself as he get to work.

Lockpick: 1d8 ⇒ 8
Ace: 1d8 ⇒ 5

Wild: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Jack's heart breaks a little when he hears the Sheriff's story. "I'm so sorry for your loss Sheriff. Here you can have my strawberry tart, I think you'll find that it makes you feel better than whatever is that foul stuff you're drinking." With that said Jack put the tart on the Sheriff's desk that originally was intended to be a bribe.

"Won't you please tell us what happened to Kullen's body?"

Notice: 1d6 ⇒ 6
Ace: 1d6 ⇒ 3

wild: 1d6 ⇒ 3

"Sheriff why are you so reluctant to talk about this? What's going on?" Reaching into his backpack Jack pulls out a fresh tart. "Have one, they're delicious and tell Ol' Jack what's going on.

Assuming I need to roll for persuasion now.

Persuasion: 1d4 ⇒ 4
Ace: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Wild: 1d6 ⇒ 2

For Jack helping his brother bake brings back happy memories of growing up in the bakery. Once the prep work is finished, Jack puts the pies into the oven to bake then changes into his adventuring clothes and grabs his backpack, rapier and buckler. Heading out back he watches Azander goes through his series of exercises doing his best to copy each move.

Conversation is lacking as the group heads to the Sheriff's office. Jack is lost in thought as he runs through the rapier exercises in his head again.

Jack happily let's the order man take the lead in the conversation with the Sheriff as he causally looks around the office.

Notice: 1d6 - 2 ⇒ (6) - 2 = 4

Wild: 1d6 - 2 ⇒ (2) - 2 = 0

Ace: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Ace: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Jack interrupts as he notices something out of place..."Sheriff why isn't Kullen's body in the cell like you said it was going to be?"

Was there anything else that you wanted to do this evening, or shall we jump straight to the next morning?

Happily full of pie, Jack sleeps the sleep of the just waking up ready to tackle the mine. Vote to jump ahead ;)

"Let's get out of here...I feel oily just being around these people..."

Once out of the estate and away from prying eyes and ears, Jack adds "I think you both better stay at the bakery tonight. Safety in numbers and so on. Besides it will give us all a chance to catch-up. I haven't even told you about my adventure recovering the monkey broach for a certain nobleman..."

"I agree with the Lady Arial. Enough are dead already. I'm willing to do this quest for you on one condition. Any debts that Alison owes are wiped out when we enter the mine even if we don't make it out. "

Jack's initial impression of Smenk is not favorable. I've seen orcs that look more trustworthy. Pulling a fresh strawberry tart from his pocket, Jack eats it without even realizing it as he stares at the mine owner.

"Why are trying to drive our friend off of her land?" Jack suddenly bursts out.

"We better move quickly before Smenk has a chance to prepare."

Please allow me to introducer Sam, and his 'lovely' wife, Jana Greyfeather, proud owners of the bakery.

"Sam, it's good to see you too. I'm sorry that it's been so long since I've been back. Seeing the world and all that. I actually wouldn't have been back except Alison wrote and said that some folks were causing her trouble. You know Alastor was one of my best friends so I couldn't hear about his sister having trouble without coming to help." Jack gives Alison a smile as he finishes.

Jack then whirls to face his his sister-in-law and angrily says "you will make my friends are welcome here. I've changed since we last saw each other dear sister-in-law. I've seen and done things...I've faced three men in battle at once and won...I've killed a man...you're angry words no longer scare me."

Jack turns back to his brother. "Azander and I and a friend are going to set things right with the folks trying to run her off her farm. She needs to stay out of sight until we do. Please allow her to stay and keep her hidden."

Following along with Azander, Jack notices the sign on the door and then pounds on it yelling inside "Big brother, your younger, smarter, skinnier brother is here. Open up!"

Jack slips up quietly behind Azander practicing his stealth and then clears his throat loudly. "Can't believe that didn't arrest you...must have been your charming personality and winning smile," Jack adds with a laugh.

Jack looks on with a mixture of admiration and confusion as Azander states his desire to wait on the Sheriff. Jack decides that discretion makes sense but will not leave his childhood idol. Looking around the square, Jack spots an area of particularly deep shadows on the edge of the square and moves quietly to that spot without another word.

Jack's going try to hide from the view of the Sheriff and his men but stay close enough to come to Azander's aid.

Since it's been years since Jack was in town, he looks to Azander for guidance. However, he does know that just standing around is not a good idea.

Still interested, just RL been really really busy. I'll try to get a profile done up in the next day or so.

Excellent...it's a lot of fun so far even though the other players are much better at narrative than I am ;)

Jack is startled out of his shocked contemplation I didn't want to kill him of the man he just wounded so badly by Alison's scream. Moving as quickly as his large size allows he follows Azander and Arial out the door.

Seeing his friend in danger, Jack bares his teeth and rushes to her aid only to see Arial draw and fire her bow almost faster than Jack can follow as Azander chops into Kullen's arm with dramatic and stunning effect.

Assuming that Kullen has been dispatched by the onslaught

Jack grabs Alison and gives her an awkward hug (as much as one can hug with a rapier in one hand and a buckler in the other). Jack whispers in Alison's ear, "run to the bakery as fast as you can, don't stop to talk to anyone, tell my brother what happened and have him hide you."

After whispering to Alison, Jack takes a position to cover Arial and Azander in case reinforcements show up.

Once it's Jack's turn, using Wild Attack again

Jack again throws caution to the wind, springing forward, rapier leading the way, "this is for Alison, you should have left her alone!"

Attack: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Wild: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Damage: 1d6 + 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (6) + (2) + 2 = 10
Ace: 1d6 ⇒ 6
Ace: 1d6 ⇒ 5

The thug you struck is shaken. The other presses the attack.

I am going to post your Wild Attack query on the Pinnacle forum. I've always read it as the effect lasting until your next turn, but I can see your point and will clarify the issue.

INITIATIVE (Round 3)
Arial: King (Diamonds)
Azander: 10 (Clubs)
Jack: 6 (Spades)
Kullen: 6 (Clubs)
Kullen's Gang: 5 (Diamonds)

Presently, Jack is fighting two thugs by the pit, one of them is shaken. Arial is still fighting the guy with the broken bottle (note to self: improvised weapon) and Azander is driving Kullen (also shaken) back towards the bar.

Thanks for checking...if the rule is written as stands it becomes a great strategy. Wild Attack followed by Taunt. You get to inflict +2 damage and have no penalty to either Attack roll or Parry. You're Taunt would be at -2 but there's no downside if you lose and an upside if you win. Jack could turn into the fighting, taunting fat man.

Once it is Jack's turn, he switches his attention to the non-shaken thug. No more wordplay, need to finish them while I have an advantage.

Attack: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Wild: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Damage: 1d4 + 1d6 ⇒ (2) + (3) = 5

Jack looks on with amazement at the lack of agility shown by his opponents. "You skolls are going to have to do better than that."

Jack decides to try to end the fight as quickly as possible by using throwing caution to the wind and pressing forward in a Wild Attack...

Attack: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Wild: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
Ace: 1d6 ⇒ 2
Going by the other thug that should be a raise.

Damage: 1d4 + 1d6 + 2 + 1d6 ⇒ (1) + (2) + 2 + (1) = 6 Almost literally the lowest damage possible

I'm a bit confused by the language of Wild Attack - Performing a wild attack adds +2 to the character’s Fighting attack and resulting damage roll, but his Parry is reduced by 2 until his next action. This sounds like if Jack takes another action this turn his Parry penalty goes away. Is that right?

DM...I will leave it up to you to apply the appropriate test of wills modifier

Jack confronts th gamblers...

Taunting..."You three at the ugliest, dumbest looking thugs I've ever seen. You look like a cross between a troll and a baby skunk. I think I'll call you skiolls."

Taunt: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Wild: 1d6 ⇒ 3

"Now taste steel, you dirty skoll," cries Jack as he lunges with the point of the rapier at the nearest thug.

Attack: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Wild: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Damage: 1d4 + 1d6 ⇒ (1) + (1) = 2

Yuk...spending a Benny to redo attack

Attack: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Wild: 1d6 ⇒ 6
Ace: 1d6 ⇒ 2 Maybe a raise

Damage: 1d4 + 1d6 ⇒ (4) + (4) = 8
Ace: 1d4 ⇒ 3
Raise Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Jack's heart begins to race as his fight or flight reflex kicks in. Despite his suddenly dry mouth he is able to answer Azander in a clear voice, "I'll back your play Mr. Blanche. I don't appreciate people hitting my friends anymore than you do."

With that, Jack follows Azander's example and draws his rapier. He also takes a moment to make sure that his buckler is firmly held in his off hand.

Jack clears his throat bashful in front of his childhood hero. "Mr. Blanche, you probably don't remember me but I always listened when you would come talk to my Ma and Pa at the bakery. I would sit in the corner and eat my tarts and listen to your wonderful stories of adventure."

Jack blushes and then adds "I've become a bit of an adventurer myself. Even have a tale or two. Look at my rapier, I watched you train some of the other kids and I practiced every one of the training forms that you taught them."

Jack carefully flourishes the blade and demonstrates a decent level of competence as he runs through some of the training forms.

Jack pauses for a moment watching the crowd with interest then remembering himself he says, "Come on Alison, let's get you settled."

The Greyfeather bakery is located off the central square towards the 'nicer' part of Diamond Lake. The front half of the bakery building is the where the ovens are located as well as display cases. The back part of the building is hidden by a wall that contains a single door and contains the living area and was Jack's childhood home. It's now inhabited by Jack's brother and shrew of a sister-in-law.

1d6+2

1d6+2

Slipping by the thugs without deigning to notice the leers, Arial climbs the stairs of swift and nimble feet. As she follows the ramshackle balcony to the door they came through she is amazed that the structure was still standing. Had Diamond Lake fallen so far since she'd lived here, or was it simply that her life here had been sheltered?

As she approached the door, she saw the other half-orc, big and brutish, but not as savage as the albino, though his face was decorated with what looked like something gruesome at first glance, but turned out to be pastry. She found herself smiling as the rotund man with the pastry eating half-orc turned and she recognized....

"Jack!" she said, and a moment later his arms had wrapped around her, lifting her off her feet until she laughed and playfully thumped his shoulders. "Put me down!!!"

"You've grown as full as Sehanine's moon," she grinned, returning his hug. She looked to the be-pastried half-orc and then back to Jack, and her smile widened as she remembered sweet, hot, flakey pies that even the elf bakers of Celene couldn't match. She looked at his cloak for tell tale dusting of sugar or flour. "You're still at the family bakery, aren't you?"

"This is Alison's room?" she said, and her head whipped around, but the thugs were out of sight. She took a deep breath and her face grew deadly serious. "It is well that I came quickly, then." As quickly as her teacher could get her to leave. In truth, she had been somewhat uncertain about returning to Diamond Lake.

She tapped gently on the door. "Alison?" she said. "There are old friends here to see you."

"And to answer your question fair Arial, I am no longer at the shop but my brother continues the business still. I should warn you that he's gained a bit of weight since last you saw him. He's not been able to keep it under control like I have," Jack finishes with a wink.

"Of course we will help," Arial says, without giving the matter a moment's thought. Without consulting Jack, either. She sits beside Alison, putting a hand on the poor woman's shoulder. "Even if we weren't friends, you've suffered enough losses already. It's clear that this man Balabar Smenk is corrupt and manipulating events to take advantage of your misfortune. Sehanine knows who is worthy."

"Yes, yes, we'll help. You may not know this about me but i've become a bit of an adventurer after I left The Lake. I can weld this rapier to good effect against these scoundrels if necessary."

Jack wrings his hands together for a moment clearly struggling with a decision..."Come, gather your things, I will take you to my brother' shop. He's a good-hearted man and will give you a safe place to stay until Arial and I sort this." He will that is unless he shrew of wife puts a stop to it...she's not going to be happy to have a beautiful young woman come into her world.

Jack, is the Greyfeather Bakery still trading in Diamond Lake? Do you have family members living locally and working there? Will leave this decision up to you.

I'd like to say it's still in business. It is now run by Jack's older brother and his wife. (Jack doesn't own any part of the business.)Amazingly, they are both fatter than Jack. Jack loves his brother but can't conceive of a life led in Diamond Lake and not exploring the wider world. There is no love lost though between Jack and his sister-in-law who has a shrewish personality and an acid tongue. Her great pleasure in life is spreading gossip about the townsfolk.

Notice: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Wild: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Jack turns to watch the thugs leave. He squeezes his bulk away from them the best he can. He absent-mindingly reaches for another tart before realizing with disappointment that he had traded them away.

As he stands there trying to process what he's just seen and heard his attention is attracted by a beautiful Elven maiden who has joined them outside the door. He stares at her for a long second then breaks into a huge smile pulling her into a hug as he exclaims, "Arial! It's me...Jack Greyfeather...it's been years...by the gods you haven't changed a bit!!! Are you here to see Alison. Look I got a letter from her asking me to come. Oh it is good to see you."

Jack releases Arial from his hug and steps back a bit. He drops his voice to a whisper, "Did you see those nasty thugs. They were just in Alison's room threatening her. I was about to go to her aid when they left. Should we go in together and find out what's going on?"

Link to map of Diamond Lake and environs: http://tenetti.org/kts/DandD/DiamondLakeMap.jpg

You are in the Square, the Flophouse where Alison Land is staying is point 9 on the map.

I must be blind...I can't find #9 on the map...other numbers no problem, just not 9

Jack walks up to the brute. "Hello there, beautiful in the old home town isn't it? You look familiar, you didn't attend lessons with me did you?" Jack adds as he holds out his hand a bit put off if the brute did not offer a handshake in return. Either way Jack continues, "Wonder if you could help me? Looking for a friend of mine that's staying in your establishment. Name is Alison Hand, appreciate directions and all that my good sir."

Jack pauses to see if the brute responds favorably. If not, he says, "Of course, hate to be a bother. How's bout a trade. I have a bag of 10 tarts,well actually 6 now, traveling being hungry work that I will give you to show me where Alison is in Jolek's. These our excellent tarts, made them myself. Family used to be the bakers in town. Greyfeather Bakery ring a bell?"

Persuasion: 1d4 ⇒ 4
Ace: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Wild: 1d6 ⇒ 6
Ace: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Folks, our GM has started the game thread :)

Jack nods at the miners as they walk by. He recognizes a few here or there from growing up in town but most look like strangers. This town looks no better than it did when I left, he thinks as he absentmindedly pulls a strawberry tart out of his bag and eats it without even noticing the taste or the strawberry jelly smeared around his mouth. I wish I had stayed away but it seems like Alison is in trouble and I always look after my friends. With that thought, Jack makes his towards the waterfront and his old friend.