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Clang,Clang. The arrows again bounced off the dwarf, the last striking him solidly on his helm beneath his hat. "Oh ayel be feelin dat in da mornin."

Upon sighting the wounded hobgoblin, Klanos snorts derisivly. "Wassa matter, no witty riparte! Ye shoulda figured we be findin ye, smellin lie ye do. Now.. Have at ye!"

With that the dwarf charged in, his mace swinging around to resoundedly thump off the creatures head.

1d20+3=19, 1d8+1=7

Klanos narrows his eyes and grins as the arrow bounces off of his armor. "Heh! Ye best be runnin fer da hills ifn dat be da best ye got. Sounds like ye already be takin a fair bit o' damage from me companions. An now wit ye mewlin like a new born kitten, aye be closin in on ye to. Be ye already at peace wit ye god? Better make it soon boyo."

Homing in on the grunts and yelps Klanos move in towards his opponant, hoping to catch sight of him.

Move 20ft towards target, total defense AC21 Not sure if Klanos can see him as well or just Gambril?

Klanos lets the sniper talk and tries to hone in on the source of the sound while remaining silent himself. Moving in the sounds general direction he tries to defend himself as best he can, keeping his shield just under his eyes and his weapon at the ready

move 20ft towards the sound of the hobbie talking and take the total defense action AC21

Klanos pipe nearly falls out of his mouth as the arrow appears in the tree beside him where his head had just been moments ago. Spinning around, he does actually drop the pipe when some crazy bird thing slamss into his shoulder and wings off for the sky. He was not hurt, just shocked that anyone would attack a well armed group of adventurers.

"Oi! An why donna ye be followin yuir own advice anna come down where we ken see ye! Strikin at folks unawares and such, ye momma dinna do such a good job wit ye did she now.

Torag be bountiful in yuir blessins dis day, as yuir faithful servant comences ta whoopin some crazy archer butt."

Klanos will cast "Bless" on the party and move 20 towards the voice, taking cover if available, dropping prone if not.

Inititive (1d20-1=17)

Klanos looked around, unsure what all the ruckus was about. Finally the noise was revealed to be a fox caught in a hunters trap. Muttering something about human ineffeciancy, he walks up to Holur after he frees the creature from the trap.

"'ere now, lemme 'ave a look. Hmph, ifn ye be needin food dere be much more efficient ways o'trappin yuir dinner wit'oot makin some poor varmit suffer.

Hmm, well ifn we let 'im go as is, likely 'e'll jes get eaten by somtin else. Granted such is da way o'tings, but seein as da damage were caused by sometin not o'nature, figure aye could use a blessin on 'im ta make 'im whole again an den send 'im on 'is way. Wot say ye?"

Perception checks 1d20+4=19, 1d20+4=13, 1d20+4=21

Klanos stands a few feet ahead of the group scowling. Arms crossed, his foot taps out a regular beat as the smoke from his pipe wafts lazily over his head. Looking back over his shoulder he replies gruffly. "Aye be 'ere. Maybe we canna be pressin on now eh?"

Klanos turned as the male named Gambril steered him the other direction. "Err..yea dis way. Long as we be movin somewhere den. Oi, so was dis tree aboot den, we be needin some bark or what?"

The dwarf didn't seem to mind that he was going the wrong way, now that the group was on the move. He looked about with a sad expression at all the sick that seemed to need help. A small sickly looking blonde girl child waved at him from the street corner and he discreetly waved back with a smile only she could see. Inwardly he vowed to see this job done and as quickly as possible as the child began coughing furiously before being herded away by her mother.

Klanos stops once and looks back over his shoulder. He scowls a bit when he sees the others still standing there talking. "Oi! Get a move on ya lazy gits! Aye've no seena sick one yet dat 'ealed up all by 'is lonesome. We 'ave work ta do. Sooner we be gettin to it, sooner dey be 'ealin up. Thas'it, one foot in front o' tha other. Alltogether now."

As the group moved towards the ferry, the dwarf looked the others over, up an down with an appraising eye. "Names Klanos Aleelet. Aye be a priest o' Torag. Should ya find yuirself in need from a kobold's pigsticker, ye comes ta me. Should ye bump yuir toe, call yuir mommy an donna waste me time."

Approaching the water landing, Klanos sees that the ferry is on the other side currently. Looking around he tried to see how to signal the ferryman.

Loud clanking sounds come from around the corner. A moment later a cantankerous dwarf dressed in chainmail with a heavy wooden shield on his arm comes around the corner of Laurels hut. Every time someone coughs he raises his shield in front of his face and takes a draw from his pipe.

Letting the smoke out slowly he lets his eyes rove about as though getting his bearings, then seeing Laurels doorway, grunts and moves towards the hut and moves inside. "Hey, crazy root woman. I got yuir sponge moss. Don rightly know jes how dis be supposed ta curing da sick, but 'ere tis none da same." The dwarf speaks loud enough to be heard outside the hut. Then,suddenly, he is heard again. Followed by what sounds like a small frying pan striking something solid.

"What! Whaddya mean ya got da wrong reagent. Ye know dere being a whole loota sick ones outside yuir door, an ye be sending me after da wrong ting? Ye daft? No..wait...OW! Whaddya... No aye don be wantin money.. What.. OW! Quit it ye crazy.. OW! Donna make me... What... An dey be leavin now? OW! Aye,Aye ooright, jes stop wit da pan already. Daft root woman! Aye heard ye da first time."

Storming out of the hut, the dwarf slams the door shut and scowls.
"Of all da crazy, half-witted, daft... Aye had ta go an pick... Bah, was tha use. Tagdor's beard but ye better be gettin a move on ye ol'git."he mutters to himself.

Hefting up his shield, he looks around wildly, his long beaded bead spinning around in cresent shapes, tangling around his mid-section.
Upon seeing the hearty looking group making to look like they are about to leave, he quickly approaches them.

"Oi! You lot dere! Ye be da ones tha crazy root woman ...eh...whats 'er name agin...Linda..Lonny...L..."

"Laurel, you blasted dwarf!" a voice yelled from inside the hut.

The dwarf blinks towards the hut, then shakes his head and looks back to the group. "Ah right, Laurel den. Ye be da ones goin ta look fer the reagents what be needed ta cure the coughin ones yea? Yea. Allright den, time be wastin, we canna make do wit da introducin me on da way. Lets be gettin to it." With that the dwarf starts heading for the ferry.

This is Scy, Ready to go.

SCY, I am going to say it looks like a 22 point pathfinder buy. Start at 10 etc,etc. If someone else knows the answer and its higher, please let me know. Dont forget your two traits.

Ok all set except for traits. Im still looking. Any ideas for a healing battle cleric?