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90 posts. Alias of Deevor.
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Male Half-Orc Rogue 1 HPs:12(8)/12 AC:15/14/12 XP: 40
Please bot Natty if you need to.
My computer motherboard has gone to that great motherboard in the sky.
Thus I may or may not have access to a computer that will allow me to post.
Cheers,
Deevor
Oh I was really enjoying this ... Unfortunately Natty's charisma means he isn't diplomatic very often, but then neither is he much of an intimidating half-orc either. He will make friends with any female NPC that won't lead to him being beaten up, well OK not beaten up too badly.
I don't know much of the other characters, but given the indication in the way the AP continues then each of us should be able to indicate whether our characters would maybe alter their reactions and interactions a little bit.
I'd really like to continue if Zueth can forgive the hauling him out the Inn if we get that far.
Male Half-Orc Rogue 1 HPs:12(8)/12 AC:15/14/12 XP: 40
Male Half-Orc Rogue 1 HPs:12(8)/12 AC:15/14/12 XP: 40
Despite the fists that reign down on him, Natty continues to drag Zueth towards the door, shouting angrily, "Leave him, he's mine to punish!"
CMB (drag Zueth) 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11
Male Half-Orc Rogue 1 HPs:12(8)/12 AC:15/14/12 XP: 40
Not sure if you are waiting on Natty, if you were I'm sorry, I was waiting for the rest of the round to play out. Natty intends to hold onto Zueth. He was getting on good terms with the woman, before Zueth interfered, it could have been a free bed for the night!
Male Half-Orc Rogue 1 HPs:12(8)/12 AC:15/14/12 XP: 40
@GardenTool: Currently Zueth is grappled by Natty and being dragged towards the door as Natty's actions were the first to go off or so I believe.
Male Half-Orc Rogue 1 HPs:12(8)/12 AC:15/14/12 XP: 40
Diplomacy 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (10) - 2 = 8 not such a good roll then ...
Male Half-Orc Rogue 1 HPs:12(8)/12 AC:15/14/12 XP: 40
Natty taken aback by Zeuth's intervention, sneers at his friend, "You would make me belly hungry and disturb me stew!" He seeks a way to get back into the woman's good books again, and immediately tries to grab Zeuth. He shouts loudly "You drunken fool, insult a lady would you, out with you!" Then looking at the advancing locals he loudly states, "Stay your arms friends, my friend here cannot stomach a meagre drink as real men like us. I'll redress the insult he made to the fair lady, whose goodness keeps the ale flowing! Rest easy friends, let me kick his arse from here to Pharesma's throne." As Natty attempts to drag Zueth out of the Inn.
Initiative 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
Grapple Zueth (CMB) 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14
Male Half-Orc Rogue 1 HPs:12(8)/12 AC:15/14/12 XP: 40
"You have something to warm to belly as well as ale." the half-orc smiles at the woman. "You've been most friendly, what did you say your name was again? Perhaps one night, we can have an ale or two ourselves?" as his smile widens and his eyes take in the woman's form, roving up and down. "Never know when I might need a bed to hide for the night." He turns to his friends, quickly looking back at the bartender, "Bring the food, a stew and bread, over to the table when its ready. "
As the scruffy and dirty half-orc sits at the table, he waits for those around him to settle down. He leans across the table, a vertical finger across his mouth, quietly he speaks, "See, now what she said is interesting gossip, which may or may not be true, but let's just say she in a trustworthy sort." He stops, looking at each of you in turn, in case an insight has been gleaned from the previous exchange. "That there Ayala Javeski, clever little ambitious cow from Riddleport, might have had a bit of trouble. She may have bit off more than she could chew, with Donal Carent, a hard one him, leader of the Wreckwash Blades, I mean their name speaks for themselves. Perhaps if we want to find him, we'll need to search for the Varasian camp he calls home, its on the outskirts, may take a little time. One o' you's might have a plan?" he asks, hoping to find more about the Sczarni groups.
Knowledge(local) 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
Male Half-Orc Rogue 1 HPs:12(8)/12 AC:15/14/12 XP: 40
Natty is quick to open his purse, "Well my lovely, to those with a thirst, let's whet our lips and throats here. Ale, for me and my friends. " he says jovially with a wink to the woman. She may be rather older than his normal taste, but no harm in getting her on his side. Never know when a woman can offer you succor and nourishment, if your luck is out. "So my lady of the bar, are you well?" he beams at her, "for if you are in the mood, why your lips can be wetted with a drink for you too?" her asks, tossing back his head. He smooths down his dirty clothes, making a spectacle of himself, as one who tries hard to be above their station. He spits on his grey handkerchief, and wipes the sides of his mouth, smearing the dirt of the roadside across his face, but he smiles none the less. He watches as the woman retrieves the drinks and hands then out.
As the last beer is slopped in front of them, he leans across the counter to the woman. "Say I heard it's not safe in this city, that there's people going missing at night. If you have any daughters, me and me friends would be glad to protect you and them on your way home. Though I bet you don't trust the likes of some of me friends." he whispers conspiratorially across at her. "But really, they's good sorts.That old fortune teller told 'em they's be helping some friendly and helpful people escape from the dark snatcher. But hey what's in a fortune teller's story. I mean he said they'd go to a tower and meet with the girls there. Who knows what he's talking about, you don't know about any Tower Girls do you me lovely?" he asks as innocently as he can. "I'm sure if we could find them girls, it would be worth my friends to lay out a little reward or wager, I mean meeting up with the Tower girls eh? alone and together." he winks suggestively.
Bluff 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (17) - 2 = 15 should you want a bluff check?
Male Half-Orc Rogue 1 HPs:12(8)/12 AC:15/14/12 XP: 40
"If you gonna argue, let's do it over a drink." say Natty, "It's been a long day, and I could do with one. You never know what the barman might know, now do ya? Then once yous both cooled off, we's find them girls." he says with a wink. "Hope them pretty little things, eh!!"
Male Half-Orc Rogue 1 HPs:12(8)/12 AC:15/14/12 XP: 40
"Huh!, perhaps you can go back and talk to the watch, they might have an idea about these 'Girls'?" says a despondent Natty.
Male Half-Orc Rogue 1 HPs:12(8)/12 AC:15/14/12 XP: 40
Knowledge(Local) 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
"Well?" says Natty expectantly to his companions.
Male Half-Orc Rogue 1 HPs:12(8)/12 AC:15/14/12 XP: 40
Natty returns after his little walk and once more stays in the shadows by the fortune tellers tent, watching.
Male Half-Orc Rogue 1 HPs:12(8)/12 AC:15/14/12 XP: 40
Natty walks to the front of the tent, poking his head in he says, "Careful, 'bout a dozen armored and armed men, all 'is mates outside, they be ready to 'elp the drug addled fake, if he calls 'em." He closes the tent flap and walks behind the tent out of view of the carnies, disappearing into the crowd.
Stealth 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19
Male Half-Orc Rogue 1 HPs:12(8)/12 AC:15/14/12 XP: 40
'Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz' and the sound of snoring, Natty waits for a prodding to wake him up ... :)
Male Half-Orc Rogue 1 HPs:12(8)/12 AC:15/14/12 XP: 40
"Well, hes a lying scumbag, of course he'll know how to contact the Sczarni, its just a matter of gold or something else he might want. I wouldn't try anything else just yet, his minders might encourage us to leave rather forcibly. So far I haven't counted those with an interest, but have no fears, we and he are being watched." say Natty with a sneer, as he clears his throat before spitting on the floor. He surveys the crowd once more, concentrating on the carnies he saw previously, counting as he goes.
Perception 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17 to count the carnies watching the tent and them, and their disposition, weapons etc.
Male Half-Orc Rogue 1 HPs:12(8)/12 AC:15/14/12 XP: 40
Away at Music festival 7-9th Sept, no posting during that time.
Away with family 15-16th Sept, no posting at that time
Male Half-Orc Rogue 1 HPs:12(8)/12 AC:15/14/12 XP: 40
Natty takes a 10 on perception to hear the conversation in the tent Perception 10 + 8 = 18 I assume he would have no real difficulty, but if he doesn't ignore the knowledge check.
Knowledge(Local) 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11 to know about Nidal and the Nidalese ships and slavers.
Natty lifts his left upper lip into a scowl at the sounds of slavers, whilst it may be profitable for some, to be caught would be extremely unfortunate. "Harder to contact the Sczarni, as if. He would for the right price. Humphf!" thinks the half-orc.
Male Half-Orc Rogue 1 HPs:12(8)/12 AC:15/14/12 XP: 40
Natty stays outside the tent, keeping out of the way, listening through the canvas to the words inside.
Male Half-Orc Rogue 1 HPs:12(8)/12 AC:15/14/12 XP: 40
Natty watches the silent man march straight towards the tent. He stops and out of the corner of his mouth he quietly hisses to the rest of the party "Follow him make sure he doesn't get in any trouble, I'll watch from out here for anyone with ill intent. Shout if you have any trouble." He seeks a shadowy spot among the building along the closed street, hoping to get close enough hear his friends if they shout out for help.
Stealth 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15 from a shady spot in and among the buildings along the road.
Perception 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25 to watch and spot threats to friends if they enter the tent.
Male Half-Orc Rogue 1 HPs:12(8)/12 AC:15/14/12 XP: 40
Natty watches the remote Zeuth leave the room, leaning his head to one side and looking quizzically at him as he goes and then shrugs his shoulders. He moves over to the venture captain, a glint in his eye, he winks at her just as she hands the contents to Erwin. He grins manically, almost bursting into laughter, his shoulders shake as his grubby right hand goes out, inviting hers to into it. He bows to the woman, "Until we meet again my fair captain." and presses his lips on the back of Lady Shiela's hand as he attempts a gallant exit.
Once outside, Natty cannot do much more than hold his sides as he bursts into a ribald laugh and catches up Zeuth. "Master Heracine, our beautiful captain has the softs for old Erwin here, no need for subtefuge when he's there. She gave him them things. Ha Ha! Must like a bit of dwarf, eh Erwin? So com'on then, down to Washer's Row with ya. Just remember the inhabitants have sticky fingers and liking for gold, bit like me really, but they ain't got no panache. No way with the ladies like me and Erwin. Ha Ha! "
Male Half-Orc Rogue 1 HPs:12(8)/12 AC:15/14/12 XP: 40
"Nidalese, who are they? I've heard rumors, but..." Natty's voice trails off. Taking slaves in the midst of this city, that is just not right. How can an honest thief make a living, if he has to worry about being caught by slavers. His face screws up, "Let's go after these slavers."
Male Half-Orc Rogue 1 HPs:12(8)/12 AC:15/14/12 XP: 40
"Where the Sczarni look, there is no doubt risk. We need to know more of this Natalya Vancaskerkin, where did you plan to meet her? How did you communicate with this woman? And the Sczarni, where might we contact them? You give us an interesting story, my beautiful Captain, but not much we can go on, save the name. Do your agents not hear more rumors than that, especially about this Natalya and the Thassilon treasure?" the half-orc looks at the Venture-Captain, for once thinking the 500gp is worth more than rubbing close to the lady Heidmarch. His eyes sparkle with greed, as though this woman already knows how to manipulate Natty and he willingly obliges as though an unspoken contract has been drawn up between them. His dirty gray linen shirt is wiped under his large black haired nostrils as his forearm moves in a sweeping motion across his face. He smiles.
Knowledge(Local) 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17
Diplomacy aid another 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (6) - 2 = 4
Male Half-Orc Rogue 1 HPs:12(8)/12 AC:15/14/12 XP: 40
"It would seem that box had some visitors waiting to get out." says the half-orc in a downtrodden voice thinking how he couldn't even keep hold of the creature. "Strange creatures, just when you thought you'd got on top of them, it seemed you got distracted or mistimed or just straight missed the little critter. You should check your boxes more carefully next time." He seems to hold the ladies responsible for the mess, "We stopped 'em doin' any more damage though, you was lucky we was here." as his voice seems to perk up, as he assigns himself and the group in the room as heroes.
Male Half-Orc Rogue 1 HPs:12(8)/12 AC:15/14/12 XP: 40
A smile comes over Natty's face as he pins the creature to the floor, holding it down firmly so that it cannot move. Natty spits out the words, "Tie him up or do something to stop these destructive creatures. Oh and put the fire out someone!"
Continue grapple 1d20 + 1 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 1 + 5 = 9 or 1d20 + 1 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 1 + 5 = 7, taking the lowest. If your target does not break the grapple, you get a +5 circumstance bonus on grapple checks made against the same target in subsequent rounds
Then pin the creature down. A pinned creature cannot move and is denied its Dexterity bonus. A pinned character also takes an additional –4 penalty to his Armor Class.
Male Half-Orc Rogue 1 HPs:12(8)/12 AC:15/14/12 XP: 40
Hope you had a great time, ready and willing when you turn the key and start the motor again .. :)
Male Half-Orc Rogue 1 HPs:12(8)/12 AC:15/14/12 XP: 40
Natty once more tries to grab the little blighter, his hands being more useful than their swords. Only if the slumber hex doesn't work.
CMB(grapple) 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
CMB(grapple) 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18
Male Half-Orc Rogue 1 HPs:12(8)/12 AC:15/14/12 XP: 40
Seeing the creatures destroying the ancient tomes, Natty rushes at the one eating the scrolls, diving across the table at the thing. His arms set forward he scowls in his deep gravel voice, "Come here my little friend, come to daddy!". He opens his arms making a grab at the creature, papers and scrolls flying everywhere.
CMB: Grapple 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10
CMB: Grapple 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13
Allowing an attack of opportunity, maybe.
Male Half-Orc Rogue 1 HPs:12(8)/12 AC:15/14/12 XP: 40
Initiative 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
Initiative 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
The half-orc taken aback by the tiny creatures, steps back watching before he is able to gather himself to the shock.
Male Half-Orc Rogue 1 HPs:12(8)/12 AC:15/14/12 XP: 40
Natty smiles as he sees the sleeve of a human move, a movement that is not his arm. Hmmm, a tricky one that, he holds a surprise for the unobservant. I must make his acquaintance. He watches the cloth ripple and be taut, then rise and fall as if a living creature might be breathing under its master's protection.
Then his eyes are drawn to the confident step of a dwarf as he marches up to those gathered round the door and bell. The sun glints off something he holds up, a key. A key, but I wonder what too, interesting although he is brash enough to hold it out for all to see. Is he bluffing or is the key a useless instrument with no mystery at the end of it.
The shadows under the tree seem to move, though there is not distinct form, Natty keeps himself away from those lining up to enter, until he has had a chance to weigh up the companions being laid up for the job ahead.
Male Half-Orc Rogue 1 HPs:12(8)/12 AC:15/14/12 XP: 40
Natty uncomfortable in such fine surroundings shrinks as small as he can. His shoulders hunch over, he pulls his hood down over his eyes, peering furtively the whites of his eyes are seen darting to the left and right, watching the others make their way to the door. He wears his dirty gray-black tunic and cape, it attracts the shadows of the walls and ornamental trees to it, as if the very clothing itself wishes not to be seen. Having given the merest nod of acknowledgement to the guards as he flicked his invitation briefly in their direction, he walks towards the bell, with a slow measured stuttering step. His hand have disappeared into the folds of his hooded cape, he is nothing but a shabby and destitute shadow that has deflowered the fresh garden colors, green, yellow and blue that give vibrancy to the wealthy manor house.
He interrupts his march forward and sidles under the cover of a green canopy offered by a tree and stands in its shadows leaning by the trunk, watching, casting an eyes over the fellow invitees to the manor. Looking at their strengths and weaknesses, identifying any threat. As he observes, his body and clothes seem to meld into the shadow, making it more difficult to identify his position.
Male Half-Orc Rogue 1 HPs:12(8)/12 AC:15/14/12 XP: 40
DM Shisumo wrote: Natty Grast wrote: OK Natty will take Ruin Raider as a trait and loose outcast and its benefits on survival. A little alteration to the background, have him in Magnimar rather than Kaer Maga, but basically the greedy little half-orc is ready to go. That's a hellacious Appraise bonus you're going to have going there.
All your saves appear to be one high, but you also don't have the orc ferocity trait listed on your sheet - did you take sacred tattoo instead? Yes, has two alternate racial traits, Sacred Tattoo instead of Orc Ferocity and Scavenger instead of the Orc Intimidation bonus.
I will manually add the Ruin Raider to the sheet the rest was generated using Hero Lab, so I'm surprised it didn't show Sacred Tattoo. Yeah not really sure of the Ruin Raider trait, but it does fit my understanding of Natty, driven by the need to make money, ruins are a bit easier to make money, there's no city guard to stop you. But a little burglary and pick pocketing is also handy.
I have added the various perception checks into the Game Helpers section, hope it helps, there's a lot of them ... :)
Male Half-Orc Rogue 1 HPs:12(8)/12 AC:15/14/12 XP: 40
OK Natty will take Ruin Raider as a trait and loose outcast and its benefits on survival. A little alteration to the background, have him in Magnimar rather than Kaer Maga, but basically the greedy little half-orc is ready to go.
Male Half-Orc Rogue 1 HPs:12(8)/12 AC:15/14/12 XP: 40
It seems a premature end and with Cilda and Choztu unable to continue I think I too will call it a day. I don't really have time for the games I'm in, so it seems dropping one is good for me too. One of the best short lived groups I've really enjoyed playing with you guys. Thanks.
Male Half-Orc Rogue 1 HPs:12(8)/12 AC:15/14/12 XP: 40
Natty makes his way towards the man, staying out of sight behind the lab tables and equipment, he cautiously and quietly get closer to the mad man.
I assume it will take more than 1 round to move 1/2 speed to the man. Do I need to make a stealth roll each round, that Natty remains in stealth.
Male Half-Orc Rogue 1 HPs:12(8)/12 AC:15/14/12 XP: 40
Natty is almost caries away by the barbarian's show of strength and power, a smile crosses his face and his eyes open wider. He lets the word "Cilda" move effortlessly from his mouth in a long low whisper. Yet it is a fleeting moment as his mind brings him back to the problem on hand. He moves towards the man, ducking behind one of the benches.
Stealth 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
Male Half-Orc Rogue 1 HPs:12(8)/12 AC:15/14/12 XP: 40
GM Tierce wrote: hey guys, so if any of you are familiar with The Godsmouth Heresy, then you may get confused shortly.
I spend too much time on pbp, so I have to cut back, so instead of just leaving you guys high and dry, we are going to change a few things and get you guys to the BBEG. That way we finish it and everyone's happy
'Tis a shame, I've really enjoyed this game, the interactions between the characters has been great. Not to mention some good solid GMing which has kept the game moving along. But I know how it is, as I've had to drop DMing games because they take up a lot more time than just playing and appreciate GM Tierce's work so far in getting this off the ground and flowing. Hope we can do the BBEG justice when we get to him and maybe even defeat him.
Male Half-Orc Rogue 1 HPs:12(8)/12 AC:15/14/12 XP: 40
Natty shrugs, nudges Maus in the ribs playfully "See ya just better follow her and keep her outta trouble, so's she'll let you into her good books again." he sniggers.
Male Half-Orc Rogue 1 HPs:12(8)/12 AC:15/14/12 XP: 40
As they walk down the hallway, Natty 'finds' himself next to Maus. "You been a bad boy back there, eh Maus. Upsetting our lady like that. What was you doing? SCARED was ya? Ya won't be enjoying no favors from her later wills ya?" he asks in his gravel weasel like voice, before winking at the man.
As they reach the point of decision, Natty looks to his companions, "See they put big doors like that in for two reasons,. One to keep people out and two to keep people in. Now what do you all think, if its to keep people out, then there's gonna be stuff worth loads of gold in there."
Male Half-Orc Rogue 1 HPs:12(8)/12 AC:15/14/12 XP: 40
Male Half-Orc Rogue 1 HPs:12(8)/12 AC:15/14/12 XP: 40
"See my pretty, that's how a real man works." he continues laughing as the others gather themselves together after the frightening moments when the undead beast posed a threat.
He turns his attention to the door, looking it over for the tale-tail signs of a trap, nonchantly he says "So, we might as well go on then, you all ready?" his right eye closes as the grins.
Perception 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12 looking for traps on the door.
Thanks Maus ... we have a good range of weapons in the group, so I expect Natty will be a bit useless elsewhere. That and he's not good at finding traps yet, so this one he did good ... the next will be someone else's turn to shine. Plus he's not really that nice a person to be around, hope he's creepy enough.
Male Half-Orc Rogue 1 HPs:12(8)/12 AC:15/14/12 XP: 40
Just to let you know I'll be at PaizoConUK next weekend 20th-23rd-ish and therefore won't be posting. And again from 2nd Aug to 5th Aug at the local Music Festival, so feel free to GM bot for those periods so as not to slow anything down.
Male Half-Orc Rogue 1 HPs:12(8)/12 AC:15/14/12 XP: 40
Natty winks at the boney creature, "Gotta be better than that to get past twinkle foot Natty's dancing defense. Ha ha ha." as he strikes home once more with his mace, shattering several more bones. He laughs loudly.
Round 3
Mace attack flanking position 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 3 + 2 = 17 Damage 1d6 + 1 + 1d6 ⇒ (5) + 1 + (4) = 10
Male Half-Orc Rogue 1 HPs:12(8)/12 AC:15/14/12 XP: 40
Natty having regained his balance after his jump and miss, takes a more careful aims this time, smashing it with his mace, though not with his usual force. Accuracy is sometimes better than pure violence he thinks. "Feel this then you heap of fanged bones." snaps Natty as his blow strikes.
Mace attack flanking position 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 3 + 2 = 21 Damage 1d6 + 1 + 1d6 ⇒ (2) + 1 + (2) = 5
Male Half-Orc Rogue 1 HPs:12(8)/12 AC:15/14/12 XP: 40
Natty not wanting to be near the snake like creature, attempts to jump over its head and land on the other side setting up a position to target the bone snake for some serious damage.
Will Save 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15
Acrobatics 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20
Mace attack 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 2 = 7 flanking Damage 1d6 + 1 + 1d6 ⇒ (1) + 1 + (5) = 7
Male Half-Orc Rogue 1 HPs:12(8)/12 AC:15/14/12 XP: 40
Not liking what he hears, Natty suddenly breaks into a run
Natty will take a 10 then ... for a 15 and a 10 for a 17 acrobatics to run around the ledge to the far door.
Male Half-Orc Rogue 1 HPs:12(8)/12 AC:15/14/12 XP: 40
Does Natty''s perception rolled for his journey round the pit notice the perception DCs?
Male Half-Orc Rogue 1 HPs:12(8)/12 AC:15/14/12 XP: 40
"Oh so now something is scary ask the 'MAN'." he bows to you all, "Follow my sweet, I'll make sure its safe for you." he says with glee and chuckles at Cilda, though his voice is thick with condescension.
Perception 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24 and +1 for traps
Acrobatics 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27 to keep footing around walkway
Male Half-Orc Rogue 1 HPs:12(8)/12 AC:15/14/12 XP: 40
"Morning Cilda my sweet, sleep well in the darkness. Hope my snores didn't disturb you." Natty says, his voice like gravel and rasping, as he takes in deep breaths, waking himself up. Then looking around "We are all safe and sound then, feeling refreshed and ready for the unknown." he winks and smiles in that way of someone who knows better.
As they move down the hallway, Natty scans ahead seeing if there are any obvious traps.
Perception 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22 for traps
Male Half-Orc Rogue 1 HPs:12(8)/12 AC:15/14/12 XP: 40
Natty shrugs when the party go back to the main chamber to lick their wounds. He mutters as he follows, "Is there no conviction to get this thing done and get outta here? Blah there's bound to be more treasures just waiting for us to collect them."
He takes his turn reluctantly to keep watch, more through laziness than anything else. But take his watch he does, he walks through the shadows prowling as a caged tiger, waiting for something to inadvertently come into the party's midst.
Not sure if he recovers 1 HP and the 1 Con damage overnight, but will look it up in the morning.
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