Male Human Cleric 3|| hp: 17/17 (subdual) 17/17 AC18/Touch10/Flat 16 | Fort+6/Ref+1/Will +8 | Init +1 Stealth + 0, Perception +4, Sense Motive +8, Survival + 4
He began to scowl as the wolf showed up and threatened them... in particular the lord and lady. Normally it was a bad idea to do anything to a winter wolf...however he didnt think there would be any negotiating with this one.
"Begone wolf, before his lordship here has a new cloak."
He stepped in front of Fryja trying to shield her from the archers. He had a feeling they would try to eliminate the magic users first, and he wanted to give Freyr freedom to attack their foes.
"And you fools, do you think they will let you live knowing you caused the death of even unfavored royalty. You do this, you are dead. they wont let your loose lips even accidently spread word of such things."
Male Human Cleric 3|| hp: 17/17 (subdual) 17/17 AC18/Touch10/Flat 16 | Fort+6/Ref+1/Will +8 | Init +1 Stealth + 0, Perception +4, Sense Motive +8, Survival + 4
"Trouble waits as well as trouble follows. I don't think the Lady of Graves guided me across you folks for you to fail in the wilds of these lands. Is there a plan for when we get to where it is we are going?"
He asked calmly. There had been a pause at the end of his question, it had seemed a m'lord or m'lady was about to slip from his lips but he managed to stifle it.
Male Human Cleric 3|| hp: 17/17 (subdual) 17/17 AC18/Touch10/Flat 16 | Fort+6/Ref+1/Will +8 | Init +1 Stealth + 0, Perception +4, Sense Motive +8, Survival + 4
"Wolves indeed can be a threat. Let us hope they do find other prey else they might get desperate enough."
He slightly scowled for just a second at the mention of traveling with escorts. He understood the principle of it, he just wondered how all the folk would have been safer if those guards had been made to patrol the lands the witches governed instead. Those werent grudges against these two though. He had to try to remember that and the geas....
He nodded to Freyr wise words.
"We will keep our eyes open for them m'lord. Wolf pelts are good for cloaks."
Male Human Cleric 3|| hp: 17/17 (subdual) 17/17 AC18/Touch10/Flat 16 | Fort+6/Ref+1/Will +8 | Init +1 Stealth + 0, Perception +4, Sense Motive +8, Survival + 4
so good news. its not covid killing me. Its a bronchial infection mixed with walking pneumonia.... good times
I will try to manage more energy for posting things im terrible sorry. Today was the first day in like the last five days ive been able to be upright for more than an hour.
Male Human Cleric 3|| hp: 17/17 (subdual) 17/17 AC18/Touch10/Flat 16 | Fort+6/Ref+1/Will +8 | Init +1 Stealth + 0, Perception +4, Sense Motive +8, Survival + 4
He nodded at Freyr's praise only blushing slightly. He was still wary of the man and his witch sister...but it was nice to be appreciated.
"Damn fey are always a nuisance but that usually startles them away."
He said simply once more returning to his bedroll and trying to get comfortable...until it was time for his part of the watch.
He was quiet in the morning and during the travels taking his turn pulling the supplies when needed otherwise keeping his eye for game. When Nadya told Orm it would be okay to slip away some from the party to gather wood slid further from the party to try and keep an eye on him.
The poor woman had gone through enough already and death always seemed to be waiting for the unwary, unlucky, or the fated here in Irrisin
Male Human Cleric 3|| hp: 17/17 (subdual) 17/17 AC18/Touch10/Flat 16 | Fort+6/Ref+1/Will +8 | Init +1 Stealth + 0, Perception +4, Sense Motive +8, Survival + 4
He awoke with a start at the sound of Freyr's voice and sat up rubbing at his eyes. His hand found his holy symbol easy enough and he grasped it while muttering a magical spell... A burst of shimmering light erupting in the area of the gremlin noise.
if they fail their save creatures are blinded for blinded:1d4 ⇒ 1 If they make their save they are dazzled:1d4 ⇒ 4 for tghat many rounds and finally if they are evil they take damage:3d4 ⇒ (3, 2, 1) = 6 Whether or not they make the save.
Male Human Cleric 3|| hp: 17/17 (subdual) 17/17 AC18/Touch10/Flat 16 | Fort+6/Ref+1/Will +8 | Init +1 Stealth + 0, Perception +4, Sense Motive +8, Survival + 4
"Can't do anything about the birds. We should be alright as long as folk keep their hoods up. We should see about bagging some game, for the furs, look like a group of hunters or traders then what with the sleds here. Nothing strange about that... even here."
He said simply enough merely trudging forward. He kept his eyes open though. He wanted to turn back to look at the prince and princess but kept himself looking ahead. Wouldnt do to give advice and not follow it. He reached up and touched his holy symbol hidden under his shirt and coat and managed to fight off the long sigh. Death was no doubt nearer than ever even in these lands.
survival for game hunting:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15 perception for evil bird attacks:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15
Male Human Cleric 3|| hp: 17/17 (subdual) 17/17 AC18/Touch10/Flat 16 | Fort+6/Ref+1/Will +8 | Init +1 Stealth + 0, Perception +4, Sense Motive +8, Survival + 4
He found himself laying in bed at the tiny hut he had lived in for most the morning wondering what he had gotten himself into. He rose and made himself a small quick breakfast of bread and cheese and doused the small embers in the hearth. He glanced about and packed up what he thought he may need, a few extra sets of pants and shirts, all the dried foodstuffs, his small book detailing the rights of his goddess, a small carving of a horse given to him a long time ago from his cousin. He glanced at the unmade bed and shook his head. There were a few good memories in this place still but... perhaps it was for the best he was leaving. With Radosek gone there wasn't anything for him here really. Maybe a romance with the widow Nadya? Nah... he wasnt good at romance.
He moved from the small two room home and made his way to the inn, the rough key to the place dangling from his hand. He saw the prince and princess's group eating breakfast and sighed. It hadnt been a bad dream then. He was hoping he had been imaging the pull her felt. He made his way to the innkeeper and asked for a weeks worth of dried food,pulling out his coin pouch and setting his home key on the bar.
"Here's the key to my place, I won't be coming back after I leave with these folk I'm afraid. Take it as payment or hell just take it."
He finally moved to their table and took a seat near it.
"I've a pull cart with runners to put supplies on if need to use it. I've a tent and some extra sleeping arrangements in it. No animal to pull it though, so we would have to take turns."
He sat quietly watching them as if seeing and judgeing them for the first time.
Male Human Cleric 3|| hp: 17/17 (subdual) 17/17 AC18/Touch10/Flat 16 | Fort+6/Ref+1/Will +8 | Init +1 Stealth + 0, Perception +4, Sense Motive +8, Survival + 4
He smiled at the princesses compliment about his bravery and could only shake his head sadly. If she only knew.
"I dont think it was bravery your highness. Had I known it was you and your brother I probably would not have done what I did to be honest. I thought that was the best chance to strike at the tower and its evils without causing the people to suffer. I will support you now fully but free these cursed lands from Tyranny? You all are probably marching to your doom. My family has served the mother of graves for hundreds of years. I'm here send the souls that pass on to their final rewards. I hope you make me look a fool. So..."
He drained his mug and waved for more.
"Drink up, the town is celebrating, they think it is a party...its a wake."
He nodded to her, shot her a wink, then rose from the chair. He moved torwards his original seat pausing and staring at Jiselda and Kleora and laughed shaking his head. Seems everyone was indeed having as good a time as to be expected.
"Bjorn... told you to trim that beard if you wanted attention. No one likes a wild beard."
He took a seat back where he had been minus Kleora.
Male Human Cleric 3|| hp: 17/17 (subdual) 17/17 AC18/Touch10/Flat 16 | Fort+6/Ref+1/Will +8 | Init +1 Stealth + 0, Perception +4, Sense Motive +8, Survival + 4
"Bjorn! Bjorn lad help me clear some space. There should be dancing."
He called to the man with the fiddle before getting up to move to the bar. He still had concerns but watching little Hlaja speak with the intimidating Freyr gave him a chance. He moved to the bar and got a couple of ales... then had the barkeep add a shot of the hard bourbon to it. He made his way through the crowd and sat down across from the princess witch Frjya sliding her one of the drinks.
"I feel.... a pull away from this place and its not as cold. Your doing with the "
Male Human Cleric 3|| hp: 17/17 (subdual) 17/17 AC18/Touch10/Flat 16 | Fort+6/Ref+1/Will +8 | Init +1 Stealth + 0, Perception +4, Sense Motive +8, Survival + 4
He saw the pretty... druid... wizard... witch Kleora enter the tavern and he paused in his tale for a moment, he was waiting to see if the others were joining her. Not that well He wasnt telling the truth, just if the princess were here he would have to watch his tongue for sure. No sense in being too vulgar in front of her. He still wasnt sure about her. She seemed... well not standoffish to him but distant. Then again how could he fault her really? He would have been standoffish with an apparent guardsman at that tower too.
"Mistress Kleora, come come, sit here, make room lads make room. Get the lady an ale!"
He called out before continuing on with his tale about the ice dragon and Radosek's final well moments.
Male Human Cleric 3|| hp: 17/17 (subdual) 17/17 AC18/Touch10/Flat 16 | Fort+6/Ref+1/Will +8 | Init +1 Stealth + 0, Perception +4, Sense Motive +8, Survival + 4
He could see the mixed reactions of the townsfolk and couldnt really fault them. After all, he had mixed beliefs to what they had said as well. He had intended to stay back, try to keep the folk shielded from the going on's of the tower, but with the princess witch's speech he wasnt sure that would possible now. Which further set his path without much of a choice on his part.
"Ulfr! Wulfgard Gather the boys The battle at the tower was something to behold. I'll tell you all about it at the alehouse go on go on. Haelga hurry to the tavern and uncork the Festival ale first round for everyone is on me. Let the Mistress of the tower rest Come on now, hop to it."
He suddenly called out removing his helm so the folk could see his face. He pulled the medallion of his goddess out as well, something they had never seen him do, though most knew of his faith and he clapped a few times to get people moving as he let loose a full laugh.
diplomacy to help settle the crowd:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28
and bam
He glanced back and shot a glance at the princess witch's party grabbing a behemoth of a man with a large wild beard and pulling him torwards the tavern.
Male Human Cleric 3|| hp: 17/17 (subdual) 17/17 AC18/Touch10/Flat 16 | Fort+6/Ref+1/Will +8 | Init +1 Stealth + 0, Perception +4, Sense Motive +8, Survival + 4
Freyr Elvanna wrote:
Freyr glances to their new companion. "You are not bound to this quest as we are. If you want to back out, you still have time. We were entrusted with this task by our grandmother's last surviving herald. Still, I can't fault your courage. If you wish to come with us, we can help loan you some power, but like just about everything to do with witches, there is a cost."
He didnt like the fact they were heading back into the town. The folks there knew him, and he knew them, with any luck they would be smart an pretend they didnt see him. No sense in them coming to harm over him. When Freyr pulled him aside his heartbeat picked up, even more so when the weight of the words the man said hit him.
He can't mean... no that insane who would seek out Grandmother Baba Yaga the great witch?
He glanced to the others and sighed. A pretty elf lass, a pretty druid? wizard? and of course the beautiful out of a fairy tale princess...all marching to madness and death. He supposed he would have to go along, if only to make sure what ever folk got trampled by their quest were seen properly to the afterlife. He nodded to the man and waited for whatever powers the man suggested he be given took hold. He grit his teeth waiting for whatever it was to hit him . . . He bit off a groan as he felt a sudden flare of pain in his head and chest and a strange pull almost a longing to move. Without any way of knowing how or why... he knew he had to find the Dancing Hut... it was the key to finding Baba Yaga.
Male Human Cleric 3|| hp: 17/17 (subdual) 17/17 AC18/Touch10/Flat 16 | Fort+6/Ref+1/Will +8 | Init +1 Stealth + 0, Perception +4, Sense Motive +8, Survival + 4
He had lots of time to contemplate what sort of mess he had gotten himself into. From what little he had gleaned two of those folk in the tower were royalty.... much much worse than any witch noble but they seemed to be in opposition to whatever machinations they family was doing. He had gathered that somehow they were using these towers to open portals across the world, bringing or attempting to bring a world of ice and death. That would not do at all. One cursed land was enough.
He listened to the Princess and Prince skeptically. Her words sounded good. He didn't have a lot of hope she meant them. Still He was in deeply now and he might as well try to make the best of it. While they might not get retaliated against he had no doubt if it were discovered he was there when Radosek fell they would make him pay. And probably the village since he had no family to torture.
"Pardon my interruptions but are your majesties talking about fighting against Whitethrone? That seems like something that will only lead to your deaths, but if so I would accompany you if you will have me."
He offered quietly. He couldnt stay here, heading torwards a place a misery and death seemed like just the place he might be able to do a little good before he fell.
Male Human Cleric 3|| hp: 17/17 (subdual) 17/17 AC18/Touch10/Flat 16 | Fort+6/Ref+1/Will +8 | Init +1 Stealth + 0, Perception +4, Sense Motive +8, Survival + 4
He was quickly brought back to a more concious state by something warm and soft. His mind took him back to what seemed ages ago, back when his life had seemed somewhat decent.
"Olga, woman. Is it morning alrea...."
He paused as he felt a few sharp slaps across his face, the ground was too hard to be his bed, and Olga had been dead for at least five years now. Killed by a witches pettyness. He froze as his eyes opened wide. He had been at the tower, trying to take out the wretched Radosek when he discovered that the group assaulting the tower included a witch.. in fact it sounded like she was part of THE family. He was doomed.
Male Human Cleric 3|| hp: 17/17 (subdual) 17/17 AC18/Touch10/Flat 16 | Fort+6/Ref+1/Will +8 | Init +1 Stealth + 0, Perception +4, Sense Motive +8, Survival + 4
A look of complete panic and terror overcame his features when Frjya announced her lineage for a moment or two before the stress overwhelmed him and he fell forward.
Male Human Cleric 3|| hp: 17/17 (subdual) 17/17 AC18/Touch10/Flat 16 | Fort+6/Ref+1/Will +8 | Init +1 Stealth + 0, Perception +4, Sense Motive +8, Survival + 4
He was in the act of quickly putting the medallion of his patron Pharasma back against his chest hiding it, along with sheathing his dagger. He mentally cursed himself that he had even drawn it to begin with. He was dressed as a tower guardsman. He carried a spear and a morningstar... and he drew a dagger to confront Radosek.
"Don't tell her your name Kvell don't tell her your name Ka...
He thought to himself even as his mouth fumbled out. "Kvelltorin Crassuson your uh... ladyship... highness...grace."
He looked as flustered as he sounded as he dropped his eyes and knelt. He had been so focused on the end of Radosek that he hadnt stopped to survey the battlefield. Well it was no matter, He had avenged his mother, he had served the goddess as well as he could. He would die fulfilled.
"Who is this person?"
He wondered in his mind looking at her well made shoes.
Male Human Cleric 3|| hp: 17/17 (subdual) 17/17 AC18/Touch10/Flat 16 | Fort+6/Ref+1/Will +8 | Init +1 Stealth + 0, Perception +4, Sense Motive +8, Survival + 4
He frowned at the pretty blonde woman and took her words in quietly. Sadly for him everything was starting to add up. He also slightly frowned at the red haired woman looting Radosek's body. It was their right he supposed he just found looting the dead distasteful. Then again maybe he did have something they needed to turn off whatever foul thing the witches had been doing in the tower.
Turning his attention back to the young witch...which she must be if she was going to claim the tower he found himself at a conundrum. He had helped to murder a witch in front of a witch. This wouldnt end well.
Male Human Cleric 3|| hp: 17/17 (subdual) 17/17 AC18/Touch10/Flat 16 | Fort+6/Ref+1/Will +8 | Init +1 Stealth + 0, Perception +4, Sense Motive +8, Survival + 4
aw man beat me to it Kleora :P
He panted and watch the dragon shatter glad that part of the ordeal was over. He moved to make sure Radosek had met his end but paused a healthy distance away as the red haired woman made sure to finish him. Death was a private thing to most and he gave respect to that. Once she had finished and said her peace to the body he moved to it as well. He said no words aloud, merely adjusted the body to a proper resting pose and gave a short prayer to his patron, bidding her to take his vile soul to its proper resting spot.
Hopefully what remained of his family would be safe now with his mistress gone and his life ended...though he doubted it. There would always just be another monster in charge of the town he supposed. He took two steps towards the town, torwards home when the words of the blonde woman stopped him. What aid could they find at the top of a witch's tower? He bit his lip and turned to them.
"What is it you seek at the top of this cursed place?"
Watching the ice dragon strike at the brave man beside him he half ducked low chanting and touching his holy symbol for a moment. Hand aglow he reached over touching the man holy warmth and healing flowing into him.
"It's not your time to go to the boneyard yet friend, keep it up we will get through this."
He turned his attention back to keeping his shield between himself and the ice dragons claws and teeth.
He grunted when struck shivering from the sudden cold the ice sculpture inflicted him with. That was going to bruise to be sure. Radosek couldnt get away though he just couldn't. Using his shield to brace against the ice monster and hopefully keeping inside its reach he chanted and cast a spell. With any luck he would blind the bastard and bring him crashing down.
damage if Radosek is considerd an evil creature regardless of save:3d4 ⇒ (1, 2, 2) = 5 failed save he is blinded, successful save he is dazzled for:1d4 ⇒ 4
Male Human Cleric 3|| hp: 17/17 (subdual) 17/17 AC18/Touch10/Flat 16 | Fort+6/Ref+1/Will +8 | Init +1 Stealth + 0, Perception +4, Sense Motive +8, Survival + 4
He blinked at the living ice sculpture and grit his teeth. This was going to hurt. He was about to call out that they should advance as one, to make it hard for the magic ice creature to focus on a single foe when the elf woman darted forward almost too fast for him to register her movement. He beat the hilt of his dagger against his shield and roared out as he charged the ice dragon, hoping to give the elf a little time to end Radosek.
Male Human Cleric 3|| hp: 17/17 (subdual) 17/17 AC18/Touch10/Flat 16 | Fort+6/Ref+1/Will +8 | Init +1 Stealth + 0, Perception +4, Sense Motive +8, Survival + 4
With the others clearly deciding that Radosek did need to die he hurried back to the teleporter.... at least until he heard the gorgeous but hungry looking one mention the rider. He froze and grew even more pale. He was involved in witch business. The worst kind of witch business it seemed. He would be damned for that, he was sure.
He hurried for the teleporter. Maybe he could slip away once Radosek was taken care of. His helm hid most of his features except his beard. He was loathe to shave it, but he would if it meant he wouldnt be mired in witch business.
Male Human Cleric 3|| hp: 17/17 (subdual) 17/17 AC18/Touch10/Flat 16 | Fort+6/Ref+1/Will +8 | Init +1 Stealth + 0, Perception +4, Sense Motive +8, Survival + 4
"Bah He is getting away!"
He called back to the other strange folks he didnt really know. He may have made a miscalculation. He had assumed they were here to deal with Radosek while his witch protector was away. He felt a growing pit of despair in his gut. Had he made his move too soon? Time would tell, besides everyone made their way to their final resting spot at some point.
He gave one last glance at the teleporter and moved back into the room, blinking and watching the others. He wasnt entirely sure what to say at the moment.
Male Human Cleric 3|| hp: 17/17 (subdual) 17/17 AC18/Touch10/Flat 16 | Fort+6/Ref+1/Will +8 | Init +1 Stealth + 0, Perception +4, Sense Motive +8, Survival + 4
perception to hear the word Radosek muttered:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22
He followed after Radosek with a growl rushing to the teleporter the man disapeared through. He called out loudly the word he thought he heard the witch mutter and hoped to follow to end him and send him to his just rewards.
Male Human Cleric 3|| hp: 17/17 (subdual) 17/17 AC18/Touch10/Flat 16 | Fort+6/Ref+1/Will +8 | Init +1 Stealth + 0, Perception +4, Sense Motive +8, Survival + 4
channel positive:2d6 ⇒ (2, 6) = 8
"There is no running this time Radosek. Face The mother of souls for judgement like a real Ulfen man should."
His holy symbol still aloft, he once more channeled healing positive energy's amongst the heroic group before he advanced after Radosek drawing his dagger as he did so.
Unless Im reading it wrong most of you folk should be good to go hp wise yes?Well at least out of dangerous levels.
Male Human Cleric 3|| hp: 17/17 (subdual) 17/17 AC18/Touch10/Flat 16 | Fort+6/Ref+1/Will +8 | Init +1 Stealth + 0, Perception +4, Sense Motive +8, Survival + 4
He had spent months infiltrating the tower as a guard hoping to get a chance to find some way to strike back at those stationed above him, above the people. To find some way to strike a blow for his cousin, and all he had lost. The tower had been abuzz in movement for some time now, with the mistress gone and Radosek left in charge might be his chance, but it seemed the man was paranoid or smart enough that he never took the chance.
He was in the privy saying a fervant prayer when the chaos that was the twins arriving began to unravel the tower. Still he held back carefully following along afraid of blowing the moment. He snuck closer still trying to gather his courage. A lifetime in Irrisen had stolen most of that away, at least when it came for striking back at the witches. Then he heard the man gloating and he heard a voice call out for parley. Oh he wanted to just have them murder that damned goat, he hated the thing.
"Master Radosek! They have allies in the tower!"
The tall guard began 'hurrying' forward to ensure they would all be in reach. He fumbled with his holy symbol held by a peice of leather thong on his neck. He pulled out the old worn holy symbol of Pharasma once his mother's and now his and focused his will through it, a burst of positive energy escaping out and splashing over everyone in the room.... everyone except Radosek and his Damned goat.
channel energy:2d6 ⇒ (1, 6) = 7
"Me."
He added after the burst of energy started to heal those opposed to the male witch. He had probably just started the countdown to his own death...but for the first time he wasnt afraid of meeting it.
Male Human Cleric 3|| hp: 17/17 (subdual) 17/17 AC18/Touch10/Flat 16 | Fort+6/Ref+1/Will +8 | Init +1 Stealth + 0, Perception +4, Sense Motive +8, Survival + 4
His actor would be Vladimir Kulich. He played Buliwyf in the 13th Warrior, Is the voice of Ulfric Stormcloak in Skyrim, and was Marcus in Legion. Among many other roles. :)
Male Human Cleric 3|| hp: 17/17 (subdual) 17/17 AC18/Touch10/Flat 16 | Fort+6/Ref+1/Will +8 | Init +1 Stealth + 0, Perception +4, Sense Motive +8, Survival + 4
Howdy folks, just your friendly semi secret cleric of Pharisma here, finishing up filling out this charector sheet will have it and a decent backstory incoming.
I need to adjust his stats and post the other needed info, but Kvell was built for this ap in mind, at lunch currently at work, when i get home I will make the updates and post the other requests as well
With Kvells background and time spent with caravans since his younger days I sort of picture some of the ..skills and trappings of the ranger of things he picked up and learned, no doubt from older grizzled veterens or the like. When the caravans arent running he does a bit of trapping and leatherworking,
But Im sure he would possible be attracted to a certain elven ranger, whom i understand plays a part in this Ap as well. I could see him doing his best to emulate her a bit, to get closer to her perhaps, but the leveling scheme is tentitive.
If for instance Kvell makes it in, and another ranger or good skill charector is in but our front line melee is lacking, I would probably stick to straight barbarian.
Just need to check to make sure the math on the equipment adds up, other than that, Kvell here should be good to go. I look forward to any comments, concerns or questions, Will have the equipement check done shortly.
dotting and posting for interest, Kvell here was built for The Jade regent Ap but the game never got off the ground. will go over him to make sure he meets your creation guidelines tongiht when i get off work.
Sandru and his caravan fit better thematically for my barbarian and his backstory. Koya is awesome, had I went the arcane route I first contemplated I would have chosen her probably.
Male Human Cleric 3|| hp: 17/17 (subdual) 17/17 AC18/Touch10/Flat 16 | Fort+6/Ref+1/Will +8 | Init +1 Stealth + 0, Perception +4, Sense Motive +8, Survival + 4
"Coconut sack?" He asked glancing to Everest for explanation. The metal man seemed to be very knowledgable. He started to laugh his mirth returning. Get that girl a drink, she's got fire." He added taking another pull. He did glance to the small girl with the colored eyes. "Thanks for the words, you too sir and spot." It was obvious that the Centaur didnt take much offense at the anger from the teifling bunny-girl, if anything he appreciated the fire she had.
