Korbin Steelsoul's page

It was wonderful playing with you all. I had a wonderful time with what encounters we faced, and while I usually don't like dwarves, had a wonderful time playing one. I'll take my experiences with Korbin to future games at the table, and for that I thank you all.

At this time, I would like to me marked as inactive for this game. Please remove me as a player of this game.

If you need any RP Help for playing Korbin, DM Camris, be it his motivations, aspirations or how he'd react/how'd he say something, don't hesitate to send me a PM.

With the matter of Grayst largely sorted, the dwarf remembered Midori had dropped unconscious over the fight. "Oh gods, forgive me, won'tcha?" Korbin's beard dances as he recites the words his patron had taught him.

Stabilize on Midori.

Korbin casts a second spell as she comes back to consciousness. "Ain't even seen a dwarven lass take hits like that before. Gods, on ya feet. Up for fightin' another, bigger ghoulie?" he says with a smile. The spell ends, and Midori's wounds begin to heal, the pain begins to alleviate.

Cure Moderate Wounds: 2d8 + 5 ⇒ (7, 2) + 5 = 14

The Dwarf rustled a large, stubby hand into his bag, pulling out a couple potion. "Take 'em, I got plenty."

Two CLW with a CL of 1, take them, I got seven more.

Hahaha, got you covered, one second. Sorry bout that, got caught up in a Ghoul-saving fervor.

Korbin consults his familiar, wondering if his Patron of Wisdom had wise words for the dwarf.

King Crab Aid Another, Heal: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
Heal: 1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 12 + 2 = 20

He leans in to inspect the body, removing King Crab from his shoulders. The Dwarf looks at Grayst, touching his flesh, giving a look to his ears, giving the man a small whiff. "Well, it ain't pretty, but the boy ain't lost yet." The dwarf looks to his Crab, checking his diagnosis with the familar. The crab bubbles softly, agreeing. "Keep the boy from flesh and we can keep 'em steady."

King Crab Aid Another, Knowledge: 1d20 ⇒ 8
Know. Religeon: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

Korbin weighs his options for a cure. Hags and necromancers ain't too far and could fix this, but I hardly trust 'em far as I can throw 'em. There must be somethin'... King Crab bubbles, offering a solution to his master. Korbin pops up his brows, grinning slightly as he nods his head. "That'll work, me thinks.

"Short of killin' the boy, we gots another option. Find what did this to the boy, slay it, and keep Grayst on restoration in the mean time." Korbin smiles to Brin. "Full Ghoul is what we huntin'. Can all get behind a ghoul slayin', no? Save the boy, stop this happening to others, deliver a wee bit of Dwarven Justice?"

Nearest Temple we could have a Cleric sent here from? Does Sandpoint have a cleric good enough for that?

No worries, I actually learned grapple rules just for this Character. Wasn't too optimized so I figured I had to know how to use it.

What I don't know is if the CMB is my grapple CMB or just normal CMB. I'm away from home and don't have my books, so it's either +16, my grapple, or + whatever my CMB is (which I can calculate if you need, DM)

Conceivably, OoC, Grayst could only break out of a DC 36 on a twenty on his side. That is meta gaming, and not something Korbin or how I play Korbin will account for. Theoretically, I am stalling his rise only, and suggest we figure out what to do in the meantime.

I'd rather not kill him if we can avoid it. It might be part of the AP that he dies, but there is something to gain for having Grayst live.

As to not clutter up the gameplay thread, tie up does use a cmb+20. Hopefully this is proof enough as I don't have the books in front of me. Grayst is supposedly downed, so it isn't opposed by anything.

Right on the hair call, I was largely doing it for flavor. Regardless, tie up rules call for 20+my CMB, so 36. Correct me if anytihng is off, GM. And as he is unconscious, it is unopposed and don't call for Grapple to pin to tie up. As for if they are undead or not, probably, but it's not something I'd know. My previous check revealed late stages for ghoul fever, but not gone yet. Perhaps they passed, but it is OoC knowledge if so.

"If you or the others are worried for yerselves, then leave me with my patient. Ya found yerself a stubborn dwarf, and I ain't letting him die or ghoul without a fight. If you wanna stike him again, blade better go through my chest first." Korbin looks to Brin with an almost desperate look in his eyes. He had developed a respect for the half-giant over their brief adventures, but Korbin felt a need to halt this madness at least here. Korbin shifted his glance around the room. "Restoration potions, things for his health, anything you got hand 'em here."

Taking 10 on Heal, Familiar Aid Another
King Crab Aid Another: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
Heal: 10 + 12 = 22

Korbin unlatches his familiar's bag, spilling a bit of sea water onto the floor by Grayst. The dwarf puts King Crab on his shoulder. "Boy is regeneratin', ain't dead. Should be up in a few minutes or so. Kill 'em Brin and we got a problem, boys in my care now." Korbin looks over to the doctor. "Get me what you got for improvin' his resistance to ghoulification. Now, or we'll have you here next to 'em. And I doubt you can regenerate."

Korbin's hair begins to wind around Grayst, subduing the body. The hair wraps around him tightly, and ties itself into knots. He throws a coil of rope out to the floor, and begins to tie him proper.

Tie Up, DC 36 to Escape. Checking Grayst, diagnosing with a Take-Ten Heal (Total 22) for how far gone he is, when his next check is, current ability score damage if I can determine those.

Korbin cuts the hair off from his body with a foot-long metal device. Slowly, his hair extends back out. Korbin examines the man and hopes that it isn't too late for intervention. "We can question the boy like a man 'stead of a ghost or ghoul. Ain'tcha s'posed to be heroes of Sandpoint?"

Welp, that is a high Grapple Break.

When Grayst broke from the grapple, Korbin betrayed a bit of anger. Never had the dwarf failed to hold another down like this. He took a step back, concentrated his ki, and lunged forward. While he would prefer to do this without force, an unconscious Grayst was better than a dead one or a raging one.

The attacks ebbed and flowed like waves. As a hairy fist was sent towards Grayst, another was reared. As a fist recoiled, another launched.

Flurry+Ki, Declaring all attacks as Punishing Kicks. Each hit has a DC 16 Fortitude Save or he is knocked prone.
ALL NON-LETHAL
Attack Roll: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16 Dang.
Grapple on Hit: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (8) + 16 = 24
Damage on Hit: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Kracken Damage on Grapple: 4 = 4

Attack Roll: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26 Dang.
Grapple on Hit: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (19) + 16 = 35
Damage on Hit: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
Kracken Damage on Grapple: 4 = 4

Attack Roll: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9 Yeah!
Grapple on Hit: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (16) + 16 = 32 Hell yeah!
Damage on Hit: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
Kracken Damage on Grapple: 4 = 4

Welp, that is a high Grapple Break.

When Grayst broke from the grapple, Korbin betrayed a bit of anger. Never had the dwarf failed to hold another down like this. He took a step back, concentrated his ki, and lunged forward. While he would prefer to do this without force, an unconscious Grayst was better than a dead one or a raging one.

The attacks ebbed and flowed like waves. As a hairy fist was sent towards Grayst, another was reared. As a fist recoiled, another launched.

Flurry+Ki, Declaring all attacks as Punishing Kicks. Each hit has a DC 16 Fortitude Save or he is knocked prone.

Attack Roll: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11 Dang.
Grapple on Hit: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (14) + 16 = 30
Damage on Hit: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
Kracken Damage on Grapple: 4 = 4

Attack Roll: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10 Dang.
Grapple on Hit: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (6) + 16 = 22
Damage on Hit: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Kracken Damage on Grapple: 4 = 4

Attack Roll: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24 Yeah!
Grapple on Hit: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (20) + 16 = 36 Hell yeah!
Damage on Hit: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
Kracken Damage on Grapple: 4 = 4

Grapple on Hit: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (10) + 16 = 26

Korbin refuses the strike the man. His hair falls to the floor, crawling and forming almost rune-like circles beneath Grayst. With a flex of his core, the hair strikes upward, attempting to grab and subdue. Korbin braces himself and gives some slack to his beard. The dwarf didn't want to be sent swinging.

"No we don't, no he ain't! Boy ain't wicked yet!" Korbin retracts his hair and takes a solid stance. He takes sand from his spell pouch, holding it in his open palm. A voice of wisdom comes to his head and speaks in a language long forgotten. Korbin recites the words and blows the sand, casting his spell.

Casting Sleep on Grayst, DC 14.

Korbin gives a glare to the two orderlies, jerking his head to beckon them. "Ya gonna help or just sit there?!" The dwarf thinks that the party should have it under control, but a couple more holding down the to-be Ghoul would assist in helping him look over the man and determine how long he has as a human.

Korbin immeadiantly lets go of the orderly. He attempts to give him a glare before rushing to Grayst. "Stand down, boy."

"Arms down, we can still help him!" Korbin grabs at the man, attempting to secure him with his beard. His hair stretches out, wrapping around the man. He attempts to hold back the arms of Grayst, trying to secure him without injury, trying to hold him back from Midori. The small dwarf tries to hold his ground against Ghoul-to-be.

Grapple Attempt: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (9) + 16 = 25

Really regretting not taking Know. Noble now. Think I've missed a few checks just not having it trained.

Korbin takes a cautious step forward. His eyes still shoot from one man to the next.

"Oi Grayst, his Lordship would be might displeased if we dint show to his Misgiven, eh? Ya want ya lord to be happy, no? Wheres the Misgiven at again?"

I don't think we are fighting quite yet, but just be prepared. We've had tactical overviews since meeting Habe. If it does turn to combat, we cannot kill here. Non lethal only

Korbin gives a look to Midori. His eyebrows rise and his eyes widen. The dwarf looks for an answer to the man's response. Korbin edges forward, careful to try not to agitate the to-be-Ghoul. He moves with a strange, undulating fluidity. Like calm waves, Korbins ebbs forward taking short, nibbling advances. His hair flows with a cautious rippling. While his movements are calm, his eyes dart sporadically. He eyes Grayst, shoots to Habe, back to Grayst, to Grotus, back to Grayst. King Krab foams wildly, trying to communicate with Korbin to no success.

Starting Kracken Style, careful advancement to L14, Readying Action. Assuming combat isn't starting yet and this could be surprise round stuff.

After your speech, Brin, I whispered a little "Brin is in charge!" aloud to myself. You got an audible reaction from me, hell of a job.

Heal: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (15) + 12 = 27

"OI! AIN'TCHA A DOCTOR?!" Korbin's eyes are wild. His teeth are gritted together. His beard frenzies out upon seeing Grayst. "Boy has Ghoul Fever, ain't gonna last long." His beard shapes into two large fists.

Korbin makes steps towards Grayst. "Won't hear ya, Raf, close to being a ghoul now. Ghast maybe even, kid's big... Someone fetch a priest. Need someone to heal what's been done to him. Boy's under my care now, step aside." He gives glares to anyone that makes a step towards him.

Heal, Treat Disease: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (14) + 12 = 26

"Grayst be the one we lookin' for." Korbin flashes his pin and a smile at the doctor. The pin is far shinier and cleaner than his teeth. "Only need a few words. Promise they'll be quick an' kind. Don't wanna be here longer than we need to." His beard is motionless and unassuming, aware of its place here. Korbin's eyes dart around the room, searching for anything off. Have ta check fer any signs of magic when he gives us a moment. Don't 'magine he'll be too kind for spells and chants...

Someone with a positive intimidate/diplomacy score might want to do the intro. Without charm person and ill omen, I'm not one for talking. Pins out, Deputies, we're doing the Law's work.

Always wary when a map comes into play ;)

"Never one fer rain," Korbin mutters, walking as quickly as his stubby legs take him. His beard returns to him, shooting out and grooming itself to look presentable. It bends around the Deputy Pin, knowing that the importance of the object. "Never say what ya just saw a second ago. Hairless dwarves bring bad luck, like thirteen black cats in a house o' broken mirrors," he says with a wink. He looks around briefly before spotting the sign. Korbin locates the cord and gives it a tug. He doesn't wait long before he pulls it second, third, fourth time. He lets go, taking a step back.

"Ain't like none of this. Can't make heads of the targets, wondrin' if it is something just testin' what they can do..." Korbin shakes off the rain on the walk over, or tries to. With his beard wet, he appears almost like a drenched dog. He retracts his beard completely, spraying a mist of water all around him as the hairs retreat back into his chin. He looks to his friends. "Sorry 'bout that."

At the sanatorium, Korbin waits for a response after Brin knocks.

The monk ensures that his deputy pin is polished and visible while reaching for the doors, hardly reaching them. He pushes on them. "Sheriff won't mind, we're on 'fficial business after all."

Korbin does not share the same nonchalant mood as Brin. Perhaps his time at the abbey made him all too disjointed with the terrors outside its walls. Soft even, he thinks. There was once a time when such horrors would be seen by the monk, acts by monsters and men that would keep him restless, wary, guarded. But these are fresh, in his mind, close to home. A wandering monk can keep to the road in the views of such acts, hide in his Abbey and meditate it away. A hero cannot. After a quick cast of Detect Magic and Detect Poison, Korbin turns from the bodies.

"We gots a couple stops more, ain't got the time to give a pause for the dead. We'll visit that Scarnettle bunch if these thread ain't takin' us somewhere."

Heal: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (7) + 12 = 19

Korbin nods, pretending to know about the family now. He spies the bodies, a passing glance letting him confirm what Rafael said aloud. He gives a cautionary glance to Alkaid, bouncing his glance between her expression and the stars once more. What is this, five, six now? His fist clenches.

"Ain't been to Magnimar before... Still feel like we're bein' pulled on a string. How many'll share the fate on this chase of ours..."

"Skurnity?" Korbin says in error. He grins. "Ain't heard of 'em. But if they know somethin', may be time we get friendly." Korbin takes a step back, putting his focus back to the beard and away from Ibor. He looks to his friends. "Know the family? 'Ready dealt with pirates, can't see 'em being more ruthless then 'em..."

SM: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (15) + 12 = 27

Korbin's beard rustles, but he quells any other movements it tries. A pouch at his side hums lightly, King Crab is sensing it too. Somethin' is off, and playin' nice ain't doing what we need. Korbin takes a step forward, eyeing up at the man, gaze unwavering.

"Spit it out boy, I ain't got the patience like the others. Either ya tell us it all, or the Sheriff'll have ya without meals and we'll see how ya fare in a few days."

As his focus on halting the beard stops. the hair begins to crawl slowly, winding around Korbin like auburn ivy. It's twists into small braids is gradual, almost unnoticeable if not being actively observed.

"'Course his memories been changed, he just admitted to drinkin'... As fer a bad crowd, can't blame yaself for it. Had a pal in Riddleport who'd take anything that wasn't bolted to down. Hid what he stole in my beard he did, I was none-the-wiser 'bout it too." He scratches at his chin, still pondering how such items would disappear behind the bearded veil.

Korbin leaves the cell. He doesn't believe there is much to be found from talking to such a man. "Anythin' anyone need from the sherriff 'fore we head off? Still got the loon in the sanitarium to speak with."

Who needs Diplomacy?
And yet, I need Diplomacy: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (7) - 1 = 6

Korbin smiles widely, beard wiggling as his smile stretches. He turns back to the party, popping his brow up. His eyebrows grow longer, independent of his will. "I understand." Korbin flashes his deputy badge to the guard as he takes a step into the cell. "Let's get a coupla' things steady though. Ain't one of these ones here. Know ya angry, but ya know it to be true. Barkin' threats ain't gonna make this right."

He takes a squat in the cell, placing himself between the party and Ven Vinder just in case. "We gotta right these wrongs before it happens to someone else. Katrine ain't alone. We need to find the bastard who did this an' make 'em pay. Vengeance ain't gonna bring her back, but it makes swallowin' it a bit easier."

He nods his head to the others. "My friends've been here a bit longer, know more of Sandpoint than I. I know they ain't who did this, if they were I'd have'em hangin' by now." Truth to these words, Korbin has seemed to gain a fair amount of trust for the party in the last few days. "Let 'em ask ya a few questions, we'll be on our way. And when we find this sonuvab!~$~, he'll face yer justice."

It is ok, Midi. With a -1 to Diplomacy, it'd be hard for Korbin to beat your roll. Doubt he would want to hear the "Ya, she's dead, but if ya shut up an' answer questions we can stop it from happenin' to someone else" line Korbin would have delivered. I'll take the grapple rolls for myself, leave the talking for the folks with the tongues for it.

Thank you, Camris. I was thinking of playing a Chronicler if Korbin dies earlier than I'd like. That isn't why I want the dates, but it could be related.

META: As for the diplomacy roll, as Vinder is dropping the highest, he has a pretty good shot of fudging this. He should average a 7.1 on his roll now, and unless he has a +5 to diplomacy (possible, though doesn't seem charismatic or too high leveled), I'd say even your natural 1 has a pretty good chance of success here for Diplomacy or Influencing him to Helpful if charm person works.

Korbin sees the man in the prison. Ain't gonna' get much outta him like this...

Korbin reaches into a pouch as he words of curses leave his tongue. He flicks a small bundle of black-hair to the ground, and it burns up as it falls. His patron tells him what words to say, what gestures to make, and Korbin merely follows.

Ill Omen on Vinder

Korbin starts a chant, planting his feet down, reaching his arms to the sky. As they come down together, his beard splits into two branches, rising at sharp angle. They hook downward, forming some crude, heart-shaped outline around Korbin's face. He finishes his spell.

DC 14 to Resist, Charm person on Mr. VInder. He rolls twice, taking the worst result. In addition, over the next 24 seconds, he has one more roll in which he must roll twice and take the worst result.

Korbin pauses, waiting to see if his spell was successful.

"'Spose its the right thing to do. Changin' sides now, sorry Brin. Crazy could wait a wee bit longer, maybe give 'em time to calm the nerves..."

Already gots meself 'nough trouble rememberin' names... "Funny how we do more talkin' as deputies. 'Spose it'll all lead to a hell'uva fight though." Korbin walks the streets of Sandpoint with his fellow heroes. "Any'll give us a lead I reckon. The three rottin' bodies and the two in jail ain't goin' nowheres. I agree with the big one, Erin an' Grayst first, crooks an' corpses later."

Can I have the date/time? I have the Pirate invasion as being 5/11/4707, I always likes to keep track of this stuff.

The first time a heal check was ever useful, starring +12 Healer Korbin Steelsoul.

Survival: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
Heal: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (12) + 12 = 24
Perception to compare Body-Stink to Axe-Stink: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31, is it the same?
Perception on Footprint: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31, Size? Possible racial imprints, any notes on it?

Korbin eyes the hanging body after examining the ax. "Poor son'uva... Ain't seen claw marks like this in me travels. And I've been the unwelcomed guest in many a cave. Man sized claws, too small fer a bear, too big fer a rodent... Five fingers too..." He inspects the tattoo on the hanging body. Poor taste in ink if ya ask me.

He goes outside and follows the tracks, eyeing the path that he believes to belong to the assailant. He approaches a footprint, removing a notched iron bar and rope from his bag.

Korbin twists the bar, snapping off pieces of it and reattaching to create a shear-like device. He places the rope next to the footprint, and cuts a little larger than the foot. He takes apart his tool, returning it once more to a straight, notched bar. From his bag he removes a torch now, lighting it. He lets it burn for a little while before quelling it out on the ground.

With the burnt-out torch, Korbin sears both ends of the rope, ensuring it will not untangle and stay fixed to its current length. "Less we got a shifter, this may prove useful."

Korbin walks back into the sawmill, hoping Midori follows. He goes to the objects and sees what everyone is looking at.

Fortitude: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

Korbin draws close to the putrid hand axe, he covers his nose with a bearded mask. "Bah. Me had dwarven friends who smelled worse."

Know. Religeon: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

"Me was gonna say it smelled of death, and it seems I wasn't wrong. Dun think a phantom could smell this bad, Brin. Even looks like guts and bone around it. Me and King Krab's coin is on somethin' with a bit more rotton meat."

Corporeal in the check, though I do want to punch a ghost and suck the Ki out of it.

Magmimar? So these things happen elsewhere too, huh. Korbin follows Midori outside. The bodies aren't going anywhere. He squats, his beard rising to stay off the ground.

"Oi, know it ain't easy, but we need to keep on this fer Sandpoint. We'll find the bastard behind this, we'll make 'em pay we will." Korbin isn't quite sure what to say, calming words aren't exactly in his nature.

"Got spells fer ya nerves if ya need them."

Survival: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
Know. History: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

"The hells - Think ya right Al, someone had a wee bit too much fun here...." He tries to gather himself, not wanting to show any hint of unease or weakness. "I, uhm, there're no signs of magic or poison nearby. But that there sign on his forehead... looks to me like a Thassilonian symbol." Korbin's beard scratches at his chin, forming a moebius strip of hair. He recalls his earlier studies into magic with King Krab, he recalls symbols and meanings long since forgot to him.

"Hmmm... A Sihedron Rune me thinks. Meant somethin' about the arcane back in its day. "

Korbin lets a single drip of blood with a sharp fingernail. It forms on his finger, bubbling into a glistening crimson droplet that falls to the floor. He casts a spell.

False Life: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

"Thought maybe the sheriff was exaggeratin'. Why couldn't it justa been more pirates?"

Know. Local: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23

Korbin salutes back. He uses his own hand, keeping the beard as tame as he can for the moment. "So this the mill them all keep whinin' on. Guess mums'll be happy that their babes will get some sleep with this down fer a bit." Korbin adjusts his pin once more, donning it on the center of his robe, covering it with beard. Dun' need to be a braggart, folks already recognize us. Korbin speaks in murmurs to himself, moving his arms and hands. Afterwards he keeps his concentration, looking around the mill. He does it again, different words this time. While he casts his spells he is largely silent.

Midori, don't we have that only over 1/2 dice HP rule going on? Like, the keep rerolling for health if its is less than half the dice roll?

You trip'em, I grapple'm.

Between Vampiric Touch, False Life and my ability to recharge Ki now, I'd say that I am ready to go all out and start being reckless. Raf, feel free to be horrified the first time I suck the ki energy out of a living being.

HP: 1d8 + 1 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 + 1 + 1 = 8, Con+Toughness+FCB

Flurry BAB +1/+1

Gained Iron Mountain Ability:
At 5th level, a monk of the iron mountain can deflect blows with an active defense that complements his bastion stance. If the monk starts and ends his turn in the same space, he gains a +2 shield bonus to AC and CMD until the start of his next turn. As a swift action, he can spend 1 ki point to increase this bonus to +4.

Gained Hungry Ghost Ability:
At 5th level, a hungry ghost monk can steal ki from other creatures, though this ability is controversial in some circles of monks, who see it as nothing less than a form of vampirism. If the monk scores a confirmed critical hit against a living enemy or reduces a living enemy to 0 or fewer hit points, he can steal some of that creature’s ki. This ability replenishes 1 spent ki point to the monk’s ki pool, as long as the monk has at least 1 ki point in his pool. He cannot exceed his ki pool’s maximum. At 11th level, each time the monk successfully steals ki, he can make an immediate saving throw against one disease he is suffering from. There is no penalty for failing this saving throw. The monk gains a bonus equal to his Wisdom modifier on the saving throw.

Gained Third Level Casting

Gained Two New Spells,
3: Vampiric Touch, Heroism

Skills +7:
Perception 11->12
Sense Motive 11->12
Acrobatics 6->9
Heal 10->12

Gained Feat Kracken Style:
When you succeed at a grapple check while using this style, your opponent takes an amount of bludgeoning damage equal to your Wisdom modifier in addition to any damage your grapple deals, such as when you choose to harm your opponent as part of a successful check to maintain a grapple. In addition, you gain a +2 bonus on combat maneuver checks to maintain a grapple.

Gained One Addition (4->5)use of Punishing Kick.

Korbin mind recites his new title. "Deputy Korbin," oh how me mother've been proud. He almost forgets to say the words, but he recites them. "I do. Fer the good've Sandpoint." He takes the pewter star, pinning it to his chest, moving the beard to the side to show it off. "Aye, let's have a look at the poor bastards."

Now that I am the Law, everything I do is Lawful! Makes being a monk that much easier!

That is funny, I just moved everything yesterday, and the unpacking and net comes today. Small world.

Korbin nods through it all. He seems content to be claimed a hero. When the note is given to Midori, Korbin gets on his toes, attempting to sneak in a peek. "Oh ho! Well, heroes ain't got much ta fear. 'Spose we'll have a lookie on the mill, we will."

He turns to the sheriff. "Given the happenings here, ya poor men must have quite the morale troublins. Workin' 'longside us heroes may give 'em the hope to get 'em back in shape. Fer the sake o' the town, I'd be willin' ta join up, take up as officer or what have ya." Korbin's eyes gleam, he smiles wide. "Temp'rarely, of course. Give a thought to it, Hem."

Hey! Hope everything goes alright! We will carry on with the memories of the strength you showed those Pirates!

"Eeheh! Knew ya would like that one! Almost fell in off the pier with that jump, I did!"