Leif Gorumson's page

Leif is too old for a day job.

"I'm thinking you'll have to wait to read it in our chronicle", Leif explains to the incredibly well-timed Major. "We wouldn't want to spoil the surprise."

"It is known", Leif grumbles as he tends to his wounds.

CLW: 3d8 + 3 ⇒ (3, 3, 8) + 3 = 17

"Is that boy's unquiet spirit what's been calling you to this place?"

Fort: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

Delaying to see if Cliff and Itra finish him.

Fort: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

Determined to discipline the unruly children, Leif calls down a wave of punishing positive energy.

Channel: 3d6 ⇒ (1, 2, 5) = 8

Fort: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

Leif groans as the ghost's touch chills his old bones in the worst kind of way.

Focusing through the pain, he directs his companions. "Cliff, return this spoiled spirit to whatever afterlife it's been neglecting."

Haste on Cliff for the round.

Suddenly aware of the clear and present danger, Leif offers Itra a plain platinum band and then mutters a Gorumite prayer linking their life-forces.

Shield Other.

"Something's wrong here. I'm not certain what killed them but these men couldn't have died more than a couple months ago."

Gripping his holy symbol tightly, Leif crouches down to study the corpses.

Heal: 10 + 9 = 19

Casualties from the accident?

Leif grimly hands over his siphon and then follows behind the rest of the party.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

Leif follows closely behind the other Pathfinders.

"These are valuable". Leif says looking over the trinkets. "We should take them with us."

You only took 14 damage. 2 charges should be enough.

"Let's find those papers. We should assume any other local wildlife is going to be hostile as well."

"Swing with the shoulders boy", Leif barks at Cliff. "You're holding an axe, not an oar!"

Gorum's Orders #1. Cliff is hasted this round.

Will: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

Bah.

4 Star GM!: 1d20 + 8 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 8 + 4 = 21

Leif grits his teeth at the sound of the plant-man's shriek. Seeing Cliff reach for his axe, he intercepts the aasimar and touches the haft of his weapon sending a shock of cold through its blade.

Add 1d6 cold damage to that attack.

Leif once again rests his hand on Itra's shoulder. "Itra, explain to Pip the trouble those that interfere with Pathfinder Society business often find themselves in."

Touch of Glory #2.

Is there anything like squatters rights that would give these plant people the right to claim ownership of the ruins?

"I'd like to speak to your Master Gardener first."

"I don't give my blood to just anyone. I've seen to many witches in my days for that."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

Any knowledges?

Wary of the small creature, Leif answers with a scowl. "No. We are here looking for papers from before this place's fall. Who are you?"

Leif sighs as his battered armor starts to weigh on him.

"Then we should see it done. This girl cannot go through the rest of her life with a needy spirit haunting her. Are you certain the papers survived the disaster?"

Leif's hand rests on his holy symbol while he waits for an explanation.

Intrigued, Leif looks to their ward for an explanation.

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

Any knowledges to be made in regard to the apparition?

Leif rests a mailed hand on Itra's shoulder and clicks his tongue at the foolish marines. "I suggest you boys go back to enjoying your drink."

Touch of Glory on Itra for +5 to a cha check.

"Oh, and Mr. Gorumson, before I forget. Please keep your positive energy away from me. You won't do me any favors with it.

"Whatever you say boy", Leif replies with little humor.

The Gorumite priest leaves the girl's evaluation to his peers. Instead he gestures toward the door with his mailed hand. "Where would you like to visit first?"

"We will guard your daughter with our lives", Leif adds. "Put your worried mind at ease."

"There's no sense in hearsay when we can meet the girl and see what she has to say for herself. Thank you Venture Captain, we'll see the task completed right away."

"Well than she might as well be an invalid", the old man grumbles. "But I suppose that's good enough."

“You’re probably wondering where I’m dragging you, eh? Seven years ago I sent young agents much like yourselves on a preliminary exploration of the necropolis below the Drownyard in the Precipice Quarter. The Drownyard is the name that was given to the old Tri-Towers School, once home to some of Absalom’s wealthiest progeny. It was destroyed in the great earthquake of 4698 AR, and we thought that all of the children, teachers, and staff had perished.”

Lief quietly scoffs at some of Dreng's choice of word but follows along regardless.

"The girl, Junia, how well has she recovered from the ordeal? Children in these warm southern lands tend to be a bit softer than I'm accustomed to dealing with", the aged northman asks coldly.

Young people are so lazy.

Elderly dot.

Leif doesn’t seem to share much of his companions’s regret for the lore lost with the slain mummy.

”We should recover what we can depart for now. I’m afraid my strength is nearing its end for today.”

Leif produces his healing wand and touches it to Khamul's shoulder.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Yeah. Healing channel.

Leif channels that last bit of his divine power.

Last Channel: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 3) = 8

That's 18 for Leif and 17 for Khamul.

Leif calls down Gorum's might.

Channel: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 4) = 8

Leif produces a wand and flicks it calling down Gorum's blessing.

Bless.

Leif continues directing Khamul.

Last haste for the day.

You should also take the turn you missed because you thought you failed the save.

Khamul are you including the resistance bonus to saves from shield other.

Will: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

I'm a 4 star DM!: 1d20 + 7 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 7 + 4 = 27

Leif shakes the creeping fear from his thoughts and gestures toward Khamul. "Destroy that monster!"

Haste on Khamul for this round.

Leif imbues Kelevan with the familiar blessing.

You know the drill.

Leif touches Kelevan with another minor blessing.

Leif steps over and touches the bleeding necromancer with his healing wand.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Leif bless the elf again.

Rinse and repeat!

Leif touches Kelevan's shoulder again to improve his goop-aim.

Leif touches the elf with a bit of Gorum's might.

Guidance.