Julen Brelade's page

The veteran notices your group gathering, and takes in your assembled supplies, "So, you are not hunting pigs. Are you trying the bounty then?"

Julen tries to pass the man, of course, swings his sword in the nonlethal manner cited above, and then attempts to pass the man by.

Does it look like the elf has come down the hall towards us or out of one of the nearby doors?

If the elf looks like he has stumbled out of a side-door, then Julen pushes past him. He is driven to find out the goblins and end them!

nonlethal longsword vs elf ONLY if necessary on account of resistance: 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (9) + 7 - 4 = 12

I suppose we need to pick a direction. Left or right?

Julen takes a quick glance at Eagle as the group rushes together headlong after the goblins.

"Feathered friend,
why don't you fly
against these our enemies
before they all die
leaving you empty
This is not the end."

"Julen Brelade and his friends!"

"They will tell the tales of us
From Taldor to the Qadiran Hasifus
For in this moment we are immortal
charging ever onward through portal
into an uncertain future,
that no suture of apathy
can aptly care to seal,
For our future is real."

Coo

"Come back goblins. Come back to meet your maker. I've had enough of your sobbings. Come meet my life taker."
Julen dashes onwards with his armor jingling.

still here gang??

Come and get it! My sword is wetted.
Julen takes off after the goblins recklessly.

Julen readies an attack for when they flee. He pursues to kill the nasty goblins.
attk: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
The longsword flies with the force of a two-handed blow.

. Stands ready, one Julen Brelade, the rhyming bastard Taldan Blade. Said he to his cheeky bride, "Let the horse rest, the bed we'll ride."

So hard to fit those soliloquies down into battle size.

aaataaack sword: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
daamage sword: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Who am I kidding? That didn't hit did it?

"Who hast let forth loose these goblins? I must say again, friends! Who hast let forth loose these goblins? WHO? who? WHO? Who? who?"

Five foot step back, Julen draws sword, drops bow.
"Come at me All of you NASTY NINNIES! I'll carve yer guts and make you BITTIES"

Julen understands his audience.

longbow v goblin 6: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 81d8 ⇒ 5

"ugh, blegh, ugh."

Julen steps east and tries to put an arrow in Goblin 4
longbow: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
dmg: 1d8 ⇒ 5

"It seems he met his end. Does anyone here call him friend?"
perC to look for signs of danger: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Julen hangs well back from xai, not wanting to give her away. Say, 50ft back, he follows her around.

Phone typing stinks

"Yes, that. Quiet as a cat."

Typo - Julen was disappointed to find the door *LOCKED*. Not "unlocked."

Disappointed that the door is unlocked, Julen muses, "Do you suppose the back is unlocked like a solitary rose unplucked"?

High fives for worst rhyme ever! C'mon Give 'em here!

"I see little point in scaling the place upon its face. Knock Knock, right? What do ye say Yngwie? Are you ready to fight?"

If you give julen a red stocking cap of Jolly, he will probably wear it the rest of the campaign.

I demand a squire [jk]

Word is spreading: It's christmas time, here.

May y'all and your families all have a most excellent and totally tubular xmas this year.

Julen finds some random child on the road and asks them to take word to Shalelu at the Mayor's office. Message reads: "Looking for Ameiko at the glassworks. Could be Trouble" Child gets a silver for her/his trouble.

He seems intent on using the front door of the glassworks to get in, and gives it a look-over.

Julen pauses for Eagle to exit the door first. Once outside he stands holding it open behind him with right foot. His hands are busy fastening his sword belt. He looks up and down the street, taking in the sun.
People think they are safe here. They used to consider the goblins so lightly. The guards grew fat and mean. The little green monsters burnt the town down. Now look around, they are scared.

"Bethana, First I will find out a runner to inform mistress Shalelu. If we're not back by supper, find another and tell her to find me, will you?"

I am scared, too, but never will I show it to you. Never. He hopes it is all some mistake. Some misunderstanding, "but how? Now where is there room for the impossible?" Keetan would say.

"We may have to ask Shalelu about it later. It sounds like our friend may be in danger, though she is able and can often help herself. My curiousity bends to find what was told the sheriff by our elf..."

He downs his beer and walks to where Yngwie is acting all cool. No rest for the wicked, eh Yngwie?

Well, M'dear? What do you say, Bethana? Julen leans back, relaxed.

If the sheriff is following leads, that is one thing, but it behooves us, as the Heoes of Sandpoint, too keep up with the rest of the show.

That the dear Magnimar Monumental Stout, the one with the faun? After slapping down a gold on the counter, Julen proceeds to one of the taps behind the bar and proceeds to inexpertly pour a set of four beers.

I've had some wicked nights with this stuff. Julen smiles to himself. Payback is always worth it.

Bethana, have a beer with me. Let's talk for a moment about the sheriff being gone.

"After sleeping mine most fitful evening,
and a proper session of prognostication,
I have this thought, an inkling or seeming
that we should invest our reward towards the town's proper fortification. Of the different honors of this town,
I'll have you but quickly gaze around.
We are together a stone from cheliax,
and as Ameiko has played our fairest host,
I fear today we may not relax
as I had hoped. Surely however,
one with more intimate knowledge of the place
can bring other clues to bear at face.
We cannot follow clearly laid crumbs forever."

Wow, you guys flew through that today. Sorry, was at work all day. Anyone want/have skill in Know(Local) on this one?

ride: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14 He gallops over to cut off one horse's escape.

"Have you thought to name your horse, Yngwie? Do you think it might keep it from running away? I only know what I've picked up here and there, but my luck with horses named has my good name shamed. There was a stallion once. It made me look quite the dunce. You wouldn't like to see any of the old stunts, too painful, really."

Julen helps Yngwie collect the horses from atop his mount. He wasn't borne on a horse, per se, but it looks like he's picked up a few tricks along the way.

Whilst treating his horse to a sugar cube, he says "I should think that if she did know the cad, would I share mine own knowledge to be had. A familiar face, but a stranger. A figure unknown to me, sadly."

*snap* Julen clicks his fingers together to get Eagle's attention as he dismounts.
"It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul! Stop your writhing lest out quick your blood flow, still too freely from your eager open veins and bring upon the rest of us some pains!"
He tosses aside his weapon and tries to take a look at Eagle's wounds.
diplomacy to actually be cool: 1d20 ⇒ 19
heal(untrained): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

I would be happy to face difficulty which might kill my character.
Julen will live again. Maybe not in this campaign, but yadda yadda.
DMing my home game gives me relish towards playing new characters. Also, I AM OWNING THESE ROLLS!!! 19s Forevah!

"You don't scare me, piggie! It's all more bacon for me!"

ride again if necessary: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
dmg: 2d4 + 6 ⇒ (3, 3) + 6 = 12
From atop his horse, Julen attempts to rightly skewer his boar for the pits.

init: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
perc: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
ride: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
With one hand on his ranseur, and another on the reigns, Julen is distracted managing his horse at first. (If possible, he tries for a better glance at his targets.)

Once she is under control, he whips the reigns and charges at the new opponents.
charge: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
dmg: 2d4 + 6 ⇒ (3, 3) + 6 = 12
"Ho, Now This is interesting! Now we each get one of the things!"

Julen puts away his longbow, draws his ranseur, and gets ready to charge the creature in the grass.

It's not that there is anything wrong with the build. It's the dang dice. Tres unfortunate. I had that happen one time when I was rolling with a ranger in pfs.

Yer a champ for hanging in there Xai. I don't know much about random dice generators, but I've come to the superstition that I roll better when there are more people are on the website.

Yep, wanted to see if I hit!
dmg: 1d8 ⇒ 4

attk (does aiming add +1?): 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 4 + 1 = 23
Julen lets fly and rides toward the boar.

Julen starts aiming. initiative if needed: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

Julen keeps riding forward, acting cool.But we're still talking! When did it get to be night! Eek!
I'm sure it's nothing, Aldern. Here, ride on the west side of me. I want to tell you a story.
Julen scrutinizes the west side now, trying to determine if anything hidden there among the trees.perC: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15

bluff to act cool: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (5) + 0 = 5
Once I was working with Keetan in-in-in Turtleback Ferry,
When we found a blackhearted bandit-it up in the Dairy.
Balanced above the cows, the sot had too much loot to carry.
So head over heels he tumbled down
Atop a heifer's head landed a crown
Shoes of silk landed in the fresh-pulled milk
The would-be thief took a kick to the knee
and flew out the door into a tree
where he hung with his cassock around his head.
You might ask how I know dear Yngwie.
Who's to say?
I'd rather not tell I knew him before that day.

Julen draws his bow, and readies an arrow.
"That would prove an interesting development. Eagle, do you see anything out there. Or perhaps has Aura noticed a scent among the flowers?"

Julen tries to play it cool, glancing a few times eastwards.

HPs: 1d10 ⇒ 6
leveling complete
selected cleave!

After being ambushed already once today, Julen keeps an eye on the forest as we ride and chat.
perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19