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After his brief stint with almost-teleportation, Kranzer becomes a whirlwind of steel, slicing and dicing at the living flames.

mwk shortsword, TWF, bless, flanking: 1d20 + 6 - 2 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 6 - 2 + 1 + 2 = 23
DMG: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

mwk shortsword, TWF, bless, flanking: 1d20 + 6 - 2 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 6 - 2 + 1 + 2 = 24
DMG: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Hey thanks!

"Ha HA! Can't get rid'a me that easy!"

Will Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

Kranzer huffs a few deep breaths as the phoenix barrels down on him.

Reflex Save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20
Will Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

He looks at the others and flashes them a grin through the flames.

Kranzer takes a step to the side, snaps out his shortbow, and fires an arrow toward the phoenix. "Ha HA! Look'a that thing! Fire bird! Who would'a thought. How something like that breathes and flies is anybody's guess! Don't fire eat air?"

Free Action
Draw shortbow (quickdraw)

Standard Action
Attack

Misc Action
Five Foot step

Shortbow: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
DMG, sneak attack: 1d6 + 2d6 ⇒ (5) + (4, 2) = 11

Kranzer has alchemist's fire and holy water to throw.

"Ya, les go!" Kranzer says. Stepping through the portal, his belly turns and he takes a moment to steady himself before peering up at the ziggurat.

He stalks forward, drawing out his short bow and readies a shot at the creature if it takes any hostile action.

Kranzer blinks at Kaya, bits of astral ogre goo evaporating from his face, and, for once, is left speechless. After a moment's more hesitation, he turns and attempts to roll in under the last ogre's defenses to stab at its midsection.

Acrobatics to avoid AoO: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

mwk shortsword: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
DMG: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Sorry about that.

Kranzer drops his bow and flicks his two shortswords out in one smooth motion. Then he takes a step into melee range of the spectral ogre. "Stabbin' it is!"

mwk shortsword, TWF: 1d20 + 6 - 2 ⇒ (16) + 6 - 2 = 20
DMG: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

mwk shortsword, TWF: 1d20 + 6 - 2 ⇒ (15) + 6 - 2 = 19
DMG: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Kranzer jabs a stubby index finger at the tapestry's sky. "Well ain't I a gargoyle's pimple. Look'a that!"

Then he turns his attention to the astral ogres, drawing out his short bow. "I assume stabbin' and shootin' still works on these guys, eh?"

He moves forward, and tries to take a shot at the lead ogre.

Shortbow: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
DMG: 1d6 ⇒ 1
sneak attack (if applicable): 3d6 ⇒ (5, 3, 3) = 11

Kranzer moves forward and attempts to dodge through the spheres, demonstrating the agility a dwarf body might attain.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

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Then, Kranzer tries his best to distract the congregation by producing a set of playing cards and flashing them about. "Anyone wanna play a game?!"

Bluff: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (5) - 1 = 4 If Profession (gambler) is an acceptable replacement, the total would be 11 (+6 skill bonus).

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After that, once the group moves on, Kranzer tries to flip over the table.

Maneuver: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

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Lastly, Kranzer attempts to instill hope in the halfling. "Don't give up on yer god now, neh? That's when ya need to believe the most!"

Will: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Kranzer scratches his head. "Don't know much about book learning (unless the paper's bein' used for playin' cards I guess), but I got some 'a the sharpest dwarf eyes you'll ever see!"

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

Kranzer likewise jumps in to help his allies shut the lid, but seems to be distracted by his lingering injuries and the lingering touch of the wight.

Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Kranzer, miraculously, stays quiet for the minutes required to figure out the first level.

He then whispers to Yabatha, "Oy, can ya ask ol' Nethys if he'd be so kind to fix up a dwarf?"

No, I'm okay holding. Might need it later, and I only have one! Thanks for asking though.

Fortitude: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Kranzer, frozen in place by the paralysis, can only think, This ain't nothing like that dragon!

Kranzer reels from the attack. "What the-!"

Fortitude: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

Before

Kranzer says to Yabatha, "Ain't nothin can get rid'a a dwarf's beard! Unless they get cursed by some witch or somethin'. Might'a heard somethin' like that happen. Hm, but that dragon spit acid not fire. Big heaving rib bones like it was breathin' by dark magic! Didn't like that one bit." His eyes grow dark, weary almost. "Then some demon caught one'a our own. Almost got him, that. Now it's on the loose out there."

To Travail's request, Kranzer says, "You bet I can! Ha HA!" He attempts to cut straight through the club.

Sunder CMB: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

Now

Kranzer peers out at the area around them and once they hear the tell-tale signs of undead nearby, he knocks an arrow to his shortbow and moves up.

Kranzer, not wanting to step in front of the more diplomatically-inclined members, waits in the back, keeping an eye on his surroundings. The wound on his shoulder throbs, reminding him of its existence now and then.

He looks over to his companions, "Oy, one'a them hit me with a bomb back there. You believe it, slate-skins with bombs now?! Anyway, if I give somebody this 'ere wand given to me the most cantankerous shop owner in Kaer Maga (don't think he holds a candle to the missus, though; woman could wrestle and alligator ona tightrope s'far as a I'm concerned)."

He blinks. "Uh, well what I was tryin' to say was, Can anyone heal me with this wand?"

He holds out a gnarled and pitted length of oak giving his best (worst) version of a puppy-dog look.

After all that, he then turns to the lizardfolk and puts his hands on his hips. "Undead, eh? I once fought an undead dragon! Ain't met an undead I couldn't slice n' dice in all my years ha HA!"

Kranzer grins, taking advantage of Yabatha's distraction. His twin swords weave in, flashing across skin and steel. His face is a mask of barely restrained rage. "Ha HA! Nobody gonna hurt these folk while I'm around! They don't deserve no mercy!"

mwk shortsword, bless, TWF: 1d20 + 6 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 6 + 1 - 2 = 15
DMG, sneak attack: 1d6 + 3 + 2d6 ⇒ (1) + 3 + (6, 6) = 16

mwk shortsword, bless, TWF: 1d20 + 6 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (12) + 6 + 1 - 2 = 17
DMG, sneak attack: 1d6 + 3 + 2d6 ⇒ (6) + 3 + (3, 6) = 18

Kranzer raises an eyebrow when the staff thumps the duergar across the head. "Well ol' Kranzer thought he seen everything. Now look at that!"

He moves around the battlefield, keeping an eye on Hudor and Daeron's positions so that he doesn't spoil a shot, moving in close to the lead duergar.

He says between stabbing and cutting at the duergar. "Ya jus might be a gambler's best friend with that kind'a magic, Yabatha! Not that anyone'd cheat at cards or dice or such. And definitely not someone upstanding as myself, ha HA!"

mwk shortsword, bless: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
DMG: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Crit confirmation: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
Crit DMG: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

"No kin'a mine!" Kranzer shouts as he flicks out his short swords with blinding speed. He peers through the darkness, eyes already adjusting to it, and stalks forward, ready to strike at any enemy that comes near.

"Whatavar ya're up to, ya won't see it through! Ya get one chance ta turn this around, neh?"

Sorry about the delay. Will have my post up within the hour.

Earlier

A squat, wobbly dwarf enters the room, bags under his eyes, leather armor stretched over a wide chest. He takes a moment and looks around, blinks. Once, twice.

"Ha, HA! Back in Absalom again! And just in time, name's Kranzer Kraken-Mouth, best trap-solver this side of Kaer Maga, and don't let these stubby sausage fingers fool ya, they work wonders on mechanical stabby things. Even runes on the floor or somesuch, though haven't run into one of those in awhile. Though if we're goin' into some kind'a rug, could be some magic stabbings in there for these ol' fingers to disarm. Don't you worry!"

Realizing he's rambling again, he clears his throat and says, "Good ta meet all'ya. Looks like a bunch'a professionals here, neh?! We're gonna get this done!"

This last statement is quite confirmed by Yabatha, Daeron, and Kaya's expertise in surveying the tapestry.

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Kranzer will also take a potion of cure light wounds

Kranzer looks to the others. "Never been in a rug before." He flashes a smile and produces a set of cards. "But you ever wanna lose some gold in a game or two, I'm your dwarf. That an' savin' the world, too. Or that world. Miniature world. Rug world? Eh, right?"

At hearing of the duergar within the tapestry, Kranzer's eyes narrow, muscles tensing. They ain't no kin. We gotta stop them taking innocent people!"[/b]

Kranzer votes for mission 4. Mission 1 also sounds interesting.

None with Kranzer.

Player Name: Dystopiandream
Character Name: Kranzer Kraken-Mouth
PFS#: 234492-2
Faction: Grand Lodge
Day Job and Roll: Profession (Gambler): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
Fast/Slow Progression: Fast

Only thing to keep in mind with Kranzer is his Dwarven stonecunning, the free check within 10 ft.

Hey everyone. I had several different family related emergencies happen this past week, and some that will happen in the near future and I don't know when everything is going to shake out. I'm really sorry about this, I hate to do this, but I'm going to have to pull out of all my games. I don't want to promise to be back next week, etc. and then not be able to make that promise. So, without knowing when I'll have a moment to update, I need to discontinue the games I'm in.

Sorry about this everyone. You all are fantastic.

"'Ere we go then," Kranzer says under his breath. He looks to see if he can fit himself down the hole, but can't quite fit his girth in all the way.

Escape Artist: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

"Yeah, and look at the bite marks there. Little creatures? Maybe we go bring this stuff back to our hideout for that booklearner. Maybe he knows what these things are."

Sorry everyone, we've had a death in the family, so I won't be able to post until tomorrow mid-morning or so.

Survival: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

"Sounds pretty random to me. Anyone else have an idea how to go from here?"

"A tooth?! Maybe somebody got in a scrape, eh? Anybody that knows about such things able to tell what kind'a tooth this is? If it's from some person or some creature?"

Kranzer hands the tooth to anything that will take it.

Kranzer takes a look around the area to see if he can't find something that was missed.

"'Ol Kranzer might be gettin' a whiff of nostalgia. Seems like every day we had a murder to solve in Kaer Maga. One time there was a crazed gargoyle scooping merchants up. Took forever ta track 'em down!"

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

Kranzer rubs a stubby two fingers across his forehead. "I say we check out the murder site first. At least I could do that while you talkative types interview any witnesses. Whaddya thinks?"

Kranzer says, "Hey, what's that sayin'? Looks are in the eyeballs of the beholders? Ain't that a tavern band or a monster or something? Anyway, let's go feed some dogs! Or a person."

He moves up while talking.

Kranzer nods. "Aye, les go then. But I ain't gonna part with all my weapons! Gotta keep a dagger on hand at least!"

He places the dagger into the folds of his clothes and looks to the others.

Kranzer watches the women warily but manages to keep his mouth shut for the moment.

Wonder who tipped them off, eh?

"So," Kranzer says looking down at the rubble. "Sewers it is then?"

"Can't leave coin behind!"

Kranzer rushes back in and takes a look in the office for any traps or dangers first, then a safe or somewhere to hide coin.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

Once Kranzer catches his breath, he shouts, "Who the scraggin' abyss are you guys?! And why are you attackin' us?"

Kranzer huffs, seeing the clogged hallway and runs over to where Merisiel was standing. "I ain't no graceful elf but I'll give rolling in a shot, soon as...ugh...catch my breath."

No worries, I just saw the 'X' on the map and was somewhat confused, but am clear now, thanks for clarifying. Kranzer would attempt to put down blue before stepping forward to his current position.

I'm assuming here that blue is unconscious? If not Kranzer will strike out with his shortswords again.

Kranzer sheathes his swords and flicks out his shortbow. He steps forward past the disabled Asmodean and fires an arrow at the first newcomer in the doorway.

shortbow: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24
DMG: 1d6 ⇒ 3

crit confirmation: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Kranzer moves up and tries to slip his short sword between the dwarf's armor.

"Works fer me! Never liked smug Asmodeeeughs anyway!"

mwk shortsword, flanking: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 6 + 2 = 23
DMG (slashing), sneak attack: 1d6 + 3 + 2d6 ⇒ (1) + 3 + (4, 5) = 13

"I'm comin'!"

Kranzer hustles in through the door, flicking out his short swords and charges into the fray.

Surprise round move in. Round 1 action charge blue.

mwk shortsword, charge: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 6 + 2 = 14
DMG, sneak attack: 1d6 + 3 + 2d6 ⇒ (3) + 3 + (4, 4) = 14

Kranzer says, looking about the place, "Maybe there's some kinda ghost in 'ere. But you'd think it'd come out and try an' make one of us kill the other, eh? That's always been my experience with haunts an' such. Or I suppose they just come out wailing and half of us stand around drooling. Or it could be someone that's just invisible messin' with us. Some Asmodean spy. Though, if that were the case, don't you think we'd've been found out by now?"

Kranzer shrugs. "Maybe I can see if I can drudge up a few old contacts in Old Kintargo. I'll go have a walkabout."

Kranzer hops from tavern to tavern through Old Kintargo, listening in on rumors and gossip.

Knowledge (local): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

"Yeah! Adventurers. Don't I look like one?"

Kranzer leans on the countertop, eyeing the entrance to the back room. "Silver's good with me. I'll take a light mace too."

Kranzer says with a smile, "Well I'll be a hard-boiled gargoyle. Probably should'a expected kin to be in a smithy, but it's always good to see more dwarves around, neh? Can ya show what ya've got fer sale?"

Kranzer shrugs. "Fine by me, I guess. Laria don't have anything for us to do yet? Guess we should find somethin' ta do!"

He follows along.

Great!" Kranzer says. "All the scraggin' paperwork and glad-handing hurts my head anyway."

He spreads his mouth into a wide smile. "Now who's ready to take on the Red Jills? Can't ignore them fer too much longer, could make things difficult for us. Let's find this leader of theirs, see if they'll see reason, or at least stop bullying the people round here. Don't want the city any more of a powder keg than it already is. Whatddya think, eh?"

He idly twirls his cold iron dagger dagger around his stubby fingers as he watches the others.