"Lucky" Cyrus's page

I will get my char and loose background up by early afternoon EST. The daughter has been sick this weekend, so I have been playing cleric at home this weekend with lots of Elmo therapy and soup, :)

I only have access to the Pathfinder PHB and the online SRD, so the dwarven troubleshooter build will be pretty vanilla.

Dwarven troubleshooters are tinkerers who are trained to fill repair, inspect and test the strength of the clan's mechanical and magical defenses in times of peace, as well as perform tactical strike maneuvers in times of war. While there may not be ballads sang to the glory of their work, it is a respected profession all the same.

(Also known as I promise he will have Disable Device training as well :) )

Leaning towards either a dwarven Ranger or dwarven locksmith (dwarves would never call themselves rogues).

Dotted and ready for action, albeit under a different char this time. :)

As a quick head's up, I am flying to DC today then Atlanta tomorrow afternoon for the rest of the week. I will be able to post, but it won't be until the evenings each day.

That is a great and tempting prize, as that is what I want to get long term for Cyrus. His strength is too low for any medium to heavy armor, plus it doesn't really fit his char background.

It is also a great fit for basically everyone besides Hagrym who needs the heavier armor.

Maybe see if they will "loan" you a chain shirt using your other armor as repayment if you run off with it?

Chain shirt

Chain shirts might be your best bets. +4 AC with only a -2 ACP.

Better than hide, lower weight and still dwarvish enough to pass the sniff test.

Looking to Hagrym and Ulfgard, Cyrus hoped they knew where this Mire was located.

~We shall see soon enough.~

Nodding his head at Naomi's plan, Cyrus resisted the urge to finish his beverage before pressing forward. While the dwarven brew was very nice, Cyrus had managed to avoid over indulging on alcohol since he was exposed to the power of Zors firsthand in the chambers of the undead.

"Thank you Master Brovok for the ale and information."

Knowledge (Arcana): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

Sipping his drink, Cyrus listened to the theories of who could have taken the item and where it could have gone Cyrus wondered if perhaps the solution was a bit simpler to explain, but finding it would remain as elusive as ever.

"What if it is masked, not by a spell but by a metal? Forgive my lack of knowing the size of the Flame, but a box lined with lead will mask all but the most potent of divination spells."

Wondering if perhaps this question seemed too outrageous, Cyrus sought to clarify his reason for asking it.

"Let us assume the reawakened Vampire knows we have the scepter, but it has the luxury of knowing our moves before we can even make them. It however is severely weakened and adjusting to a world far removed from what it last witnessed, so it has to act quickly and possibly crudely while it regains its strength. What if it simply found a soul motivated by fear or spell to hide the Flame in plain sight hoping we would run in circles trying to find it?"

Shrugging as he finished, Cyrus took a sip of his drink and sighed.

"Just a thought and nothing more."

~Vanished no doubt shortly after the vampire began roaming the earth again. I doubt any creature would want to allow the one thing that could destroy it to be easily reconstructed.~

Remaining silent, as he did not want to disrepect the dwarven priest by speaking, Cyrus pulled out the other half of the scepter and placed it on the table for the older priest to reach.

Unsure of how non-dwarven visitors are treated, Cyrus stands with the others behind the dwarves allowing them to drive the conversation.

Rdy!

Lucky's shopping:
Master work back pack 50 gp: 4 lbs.
Darkwood heavy wooden shield 257 gp. 5 lbs.
Rations, Trail 7 days: 3.5 gp. 7 lbs. 2 gp: 4 lbs.
Crossbow, light 35 gp 1d8 19–20/×2 80 ft. 4 lbs.
20 bolts (2gp 1lb)
2 potions of CLW
Bandolier (5sp - )

~118 gp 7 cp remaining

No worries. Date night with the wife catching a Sox game.

Put my master list on the group discussion thread. Once everyone claims anything they want, we can sell the rest and divide it up. The 4K from the palanquin will go a long way in boosting up arms/armor.

As the group dispersed, Cyrus excused himself intent on returning to his room at the docks. While he did not think the others would judge him negatively for the squalor in which he had been surviving, he did not want to tempt Zors to change the game on him again.

Grabbing the most intact of his clothes, consisting of just two more shirts and a change of breeches, Cyrus looked around at the graveyard of empty bottles and the simple cot in the corner of the room.

~And from this I have been lifted, but for why I do not know.~

Closing the door and locking the room, knowing that once he left the room would be purged and rented out again in quick fashion, Cyrus began going through the short list of merchants who owed him favors for discrete treatments he had given to themselves or their dalliance partners.

~Let us see if their willingness to have me clear their debts carries into getting provisions for everyone.~

Cash
37 GP, 17 SP
10 iron bits (~5cp)
1 emerald (100gp)

Common Items
Crow bars (4)
grappling hook (1)
dice (5)
Mining pick (5)
Shovel (5)
Hammer (6)
Piton (7)
Chisels (5)
100 ft rope (25 ft x 4) 50 ft rope (50ft x1)
Thieves' tools (1)

Arms/Armor
Longsword (1)
MW Longsword (1)
Short Sword (1)
MW Shortsword (1)
Leather Armor (4)

Key Item
Broken Scepter {Discovered in shrine to Arden} [equiv to (2) MW Light maces]

Discussion Items
---Ghoul Bone club *left by body
---Unholy Symbol of Orcus *recommended for destruction and thrown on
floor
--palanquin (4000 gp)

I didn't further break it down by who claimed what, but I can update that once everyone chimes in on what they took on this thread.

I have been keeping a running list. The most current one is a few pages back and I have the master copy on my home pc.

I will work on getting caught up today as well, as this weekend was Orthodox Easter, so my time was spent with family holiday insanity. :)

As the days to Bard's Gate passed, Cyrus will spend the time trying to get to know his companions better and in turn open up to them as well. Since the gods seem determined to draw him into this game, he wants to know more about those who will be sitting at the table with him.

"Lucky, you continue to amaze me. I am glad I stayed behind to witness such good fortune...and to see how formidable you are with cards. I will know not to bet real coin with you in the future. Hopefully your luck will extend to our journey to Bard's Gate. I am looking forward to seeing the fabled city."

"My thanks, but I have no idea what triggers this relic. When we faced the skeletons in the well, it thrummed with power, but when stood among the undead swarm of bats, it remained cold and lifeless. Even now, I think of what I did besides wishing that my brews could aide Naomi and can think of nothing that would have made it flare with power again. Although, if it can work such cures in its broken state, I wonder what it could do when whole."

"Aye. Lets be off."

Well, if Naomi can't shake this bug, it isn't due to a lack of trying on Dr. Cyrus' part. :)

If this adventuring thing doesn't pan out, it is good to know he should have a good career as standard doc.

Enjoying the laughter of the evening, Cyrus passed the night playing some friendly games of chance with the townsfolk, but made sure to take none of their money. He enjoyed gambling, always had, but seeing the rundown state of the town weighed heavily upon him and he could not bring himself to make a profit off of these people.

~Maybe a few hands in Bard's Gate, but we shall see.~

When Naomi came out of the church, Cyrus could tell by her unsteady stance and paleness of skin that yesterday's exertions may have pushed her recovery back.

As she loaded up the horse, Cyrus quickly went to work making a mixture of herbs and boiling water, a variation of the tea he had brewed for her yesterday.

heal: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31

Cat's claw and ashroot with lemon. I will definitely need to resupply my bag once we reach Bard's Gate if she doesn't get better soon.

Handing her the steaming mixture, Cyrus looked into her eyes as well to see if they were shifting from healthy white to a yellow tint as the illness fought to reassert itself. Seeing no traces of discoloration, Cyrus thanked Zors for some small miracles and stood ready to leave when she was.

"Thankfully, it seems I packed light for this trip."

Feeling a heat coming up from the broken scepter, Cyrus reached down and pulled it from the makeshift sling on his hip.

~By the gods, what was this thing?~

Unsure of how he knew what he must do, he placed his hand on the infected bite, while keeping a firm grasp on the scepter with his other hand.

"Faoi bhfianaise na gréine , a dhéanamh ar fad."

A brief pulse of white light into the bard's arm and the sudden departure of the heat from the scepter told Lucky that whatever had spurred the relic had now passed.

"I don't know what to say to explain that, but I don't think that arm will be bothering you anymore."

Leaving tomorrow

And post 1K.

After using the wand on the others, Cyrus will do the dirty work of extracting the gem from the skull of the undead creature. While he did not want to think of himself as a grave robber, Cyrus imagined the gem was some sort of practical joke by whomever animated this creature. Perhaps it was meant to remain still until unsuspecting hands reached for it only to feel a sharp bite as the ghoul's teeth ripped through..

~Stop those thoughts. The creatures are fallen and you remain. Focus only on that.~

Walking back to the others, Cyrus listened to Naomi's concerns about the arm and agreed with them.

"I know everyone is ready to depart of Bard's Gate, but perhaps Naomi and I can catch up with the rest of you if one last day of rest is unsuitable to your mindset. I agree with her that she needs rest to fight off the bite of that creature."

Summoning a light at the end of the staff, Cyrus draws the wand to use it on the others.

~I will have to ask Naomi how many charges remain on it. I do not want to rely on it so much that it burns out too quickly.~

CLW wand: 1d8 ⇒ 6 do you want me to roll for each charge, or can we have this stand for end healing on all and subtract accordingly?

Fort Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

Bleeding from a host of scratches, Cyrus once more tries to destroy the swarm by calling upon Zors for strength.

Holy Burst: 1d6 ⇒ 3 DC vs 13 for half

Positive Burst: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Surrounded by the wave of undead creatures, Cyrus struggles to reach out and find the well of power that Zors provides. Once more a weak glow pulses out into the creatures, but Cyrus is unsure of the effectiveness.

Not only am I under the weather, but the dice gods hate me when I try to do anything but Heal skill checks it seems.

Holy Burst: 1d6 ⇒ 3 DC 13 for half.

Sending another holy blast towards the undead wave, Cyrus hopes their combined mights can stop these creatures rapidly.

Although Cyrus thought he was prepared for the onslaught of the undead bat and rat rush, seeing them pour out towards him like a chittering and flapping tidal wave weakened his resolve and he felt his confidence in Zors' gift weaken also. Instead of a bright golden glow, a pale gold tinted burst of white pulsed out and towards the creatures.

Holy Burst: 1d6 ⇒ 2 DC: 13 for half.

I seriously have the worst luck with holy bursts. *sigh*

Cyrus has readied a positive burst and is waiting for the swarm to approach the door before unleashing it.

Init for Cyrus

Init: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17

Nodding his head with the plan, Cyrus readies himself to send a burst of energy towards the undead creatures.

Feeling the connection to Zors at its maximum, Cyrus listens as the others begin to discuss strategy. "I can also call upon Zors to lend me his assistance in banishing the creatures. I would prefer to call this aide should any escape the fire, but if there is a better play, I am open to hear it."

Heal: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26

Handing Naomi a cup of steaming tea as she announced that she wasn't feeling worse today than yesterday, Cyrus hoped that the proper tea would do more than just keep the fever at bay. He would have to look into restocking his herbs when they returned to Bard's Gate, but for the time being he had supplies, he hoped.

"We will take remaining the same as a positive sign. Fevers sap the strength and spirit first and it seems yours are still in good shape. This is the proper ashroot mixture that I have used in the past, so it should serve you well today also."

Stuffing his meager possessions into his tattered pack, Cyrus slid "his" half of the scepter into a makeshift holder on his belt. The weight was uncomfortable, but he felt he would get used to it in time.

"I am as ready as I will be."

While not as skill heavy as Naomi, I was trying to make sure Cyrus could help out somehow since he isn't a martial cleric build. His first wave of stats were designated for his prior gambler life, but barring us returning to a poker heavy side quest, this will be more of a standard skill dump for him. :)

BTW Lucky, what kind of cleric are you? Clerics usually just get 2 skillpoints per level?

Humans get +1 skill each level, then +1 skill for FCB, then 2 for class and then 2 for Int bonus, so he gets 6 skills per level after all is said and done.

Almery takes a look at the lines you have inscribed. "Hmm, it is definitely some sort of prayer or invocation. I think I may be of assistance with the first line at least. 'Dargoth's Fire'. Dargoth is an old dwarven god and there is still a shrine to him in the Stoneheart Mountains called Anvil Plunge. I was there on a pilgrimage once many years ago. If I were you I would start my journey there."

While Cyrus was still unsure of the others' motivation, he knew his choice had been made for him. For many years now, Cyrus had wondered why Zors had spared his life and perhaps his redemption was tied into putting the broken scepter back together again.

"After we go to Balder's Gate, I would be interested in visiting Anvil Plunge. Perhaps Hagrym or Ulfgard could send word in advance that we are coming to help plead our request for an audience?"

Thanks for offering to split the load Hagrym. I wasn't looking forward to having up to 16 lbs tied to two maces. :)

The scepter is made of a three-foot-long length of ash banded by adamantine rings for strength. The scepter’s head is a fi st-sized ring of gold and silver bands imprinted with religious symbols from the eight churches that joined together to create the relic. At the peak of the scepter, a pearl etched with a sunrise sits in the gold-and-silver mounting. The opposite end of the scepter is carved into a sharpened adamantine spike bonded to the ash. It is, however, broken in half. Each half is usable as a masterwork mace.

MW Light or Heavy Mace? Just need to figure out for the weight load of carrying both halves.

{BT}

Discovering that it was easy to forge a connection with the wand to unlock the healing magics within it, Cyrus looked at Naomi and wished the wand could do something for the angry wound on her arm.

"Thank you. I will use this as best I can to keep everyone safe. I think we should get you out of here though to limit the exposure to the darkness of this place."

Working quickly to copy the etchings on the doors, Cyrus placed the sheets of parchment in his pack and looked up to see Hagrym holding the broken houses of the scepter.

"Lucky, I think it might be a good idea for you to keep that scepter with you. If it was truly crafted by eight different powerful churches of Good, then there is some sage that can tell us about it, and maybe even how to fix the damage its received."

Reaching out to take the pieces, Cyrus was not quite sure how to carry them easily, but perhaps he could find a harness for them when they were in Balder's Gate.

"I agree and perhaps they will be able to shed some thoughts on the meaning of the rituals on the doors. For now though, lets get out of here and gather our thoughts on how to proceed."

Updates for Cyrus

hp: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 if reroll allowed hp: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Here is hoping, as 5 is much better than 2.

Skills: 1 {racial} + 1 {FCB} + 4 {Class} = 6
+1 Heal
+1 Know (Religion)
+1 Sense Motive
+1 Spellcraft
+1 Knowledge (Arcana)
+1 Perception

Spells: 4/(2+1)+1

BAB: +1
+1 to Fort/Will saves

Edit: Updated his spells and will be incorporating his new "knowledge" in future posts. To reflect the gods dumping an encyclopedia into his brain, I broadened his skill reflection to match.

Also create water is an orison for Cyrus, so we will always have fresh water as long as he is able to cast. All we really need are a few loaves of dwarvish bread and we will be good to go on rations.

Sorry for slowness. Sick wife and baby means no time for fun. I will level and catch up tonight when things are less crazy.

She does have a +4 waiting on her from the heal check and maybe a touch of luck will be allowed as well

Making his way towards the body on the floor, Cyrus knelt beside it, ignoring the instant soaking of his legs as best he could, and began examining the deceased figure.

Field autopsy via heal check: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16
Body examination for items/physical markings via perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

These were the rolls before combat started, are these ok to examine the two bodies down here, or should I reroll?

This is all I have us listed as finding thus far, but our DM will know if I have missed anything along the way. Let me know if it is broken down ok, or I can tweak it anyway you guys would like.

Edit: I promise that I will start RPing Lucky as a more traditional cleric now that Zors/the universe has data dumped ~How to be a functional Priest in a Non-Functional World~ into his head. Thanks to everyone for humoring me while I RP'ed some of this transition.

I have a list on my laptop and can post it once I get back to the house in 30 mins or so.

Touch of luck for the win!

Upon taking a step back Cyrus spies the broken scepter upon the ground. All the sudden he feels the power of Zors flow through him and he knows this is what has brought him here. You now feel as if you can simultaneously cast cure light wounds for the spells you did not pray for today.

Feeling a surge of magic course through his body when he looked down at the broken scepter, Cyrus wondered who or what was buried here with the weapon.

~One hand at the time. We have to get through these creatures first.~

Running low on options, Cyrus took a step backwards and placed a hand on Hagrym's shoulder, sending a bit of Zor's fortune into him.

Luck touch on Hagrym allowing him to reroll any d20 next round, but stuck with second result if he does.