Old Snowbeard's page

I fear I can't participate in the reboot.
New project at work and participating in too many games already - as the last few weeks have taught me :-/

Thanks for having me though and good luck with the reboot Wolf.

He offers a deep, courteous bow towards Rosa - which looks both parts funny and alarming, given the fact that his beard is still strangling a leopard-thing while he is doing so.
"Yaharll, tat be a line I have to note down.
Not evry day ya get complimented by a fiend-queen, yaharll!"

He turns and looks at the limb form dangling in his beard as if he just noticed.
"Anyone good in questioning ... overgrown cats?
This lad 's still with us.
Maybe ye can get some useful bits out of it and ask it why 'ey were attacking us like crazy, although we did not have a Miceling with us."

Per: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (12) + 16 = 28
As the clapping sounds up, Snowbeard turns.
"Naharll, that not be all of 'em.
T'ere be sitting a lad an clapping.
Not been t'ere a minute ago.
More in ta shadows of t'e entrances."

So, we're done with them at this point?

On my part, it is likely that I am at (or slightly above) the limit of games I can run with.
I probably should not have get into this game in the first place, but giving the pure awesomeness of it, I really had to xD
I try to get in two posts a week or so but I have a big project looming in front of me at work and I fear that I will have to step back in time to not hold this cool game up.
Or maybe not, as my GM-time in a round-robin table is coming to an end soon, so I may have enough time to stay after all...

50min.
They can try to get free (as from grapple), but must check CMB or escape artist Vs spell DC or become grappled again if they try to move through the webbed area.

Saves: 3d20 ⇒ (9, 7, 15) = 31
Snowbeard just yawns at the feeble sleep-magic of the leopards and slashes at the approaching leopards with a chaotic flurry of beard-braids flailing around like a bunch of cut ropes...

(Having Combat Reflexes, I can take a swing at all (up to 5) of them as they approach, skipping all grabs unless the last one to be able to AoO the others as well...)
AoOs, each +17: 4d20 ⇒ (4, 17, 6, 14) = 41
Potential non-lethal damage #1: 1d4 + 1d6 + 20 ⇒ (1) + (3) + 20 = 24
Potential non-lethal damage #2: 1d4 + 1d6 + 20 ⇒ (4) + (4) + 20 = 28
Potential non-lethal damage #3: 1d4 + 1d6 + 20 ⇒ (4) + (2) + 20 = 26
Potential non-lethal damage #4: 1d4 + 1d6 + 20 ⇒ (1) + (3) + 20 = 24
Grab vs last: 1d20 + 29 ⇒ (20) + 29 = 49
Constrict, non-lethal if grabbed: 1d4 + 1d6 + 20 + 2d6 ⇒ (2) + (5) + 20 + (3, 2) = 32

Now on to round three action, eh?^^
Having got a hold of one of the charging leopards, the beard envelops the victim, reaching for the throat and squeezing tight ...
Keep grapple if not down yet...: 1d20 + 29 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 29 + 5 = 35
Constrict, non-lethal if grabbed: 1d4 + 1d6 + 20 + 2d6 ⇒ (4) + (5) + 20 + (5, 5) = 39

I don't have any fancy passive defenses, so any damage I take, I take.
So, I guess, that are 6 damage then, right?

The old dwarf starts to mutter under his breath again, as if talking to someone else entirely.
"Aye, t'ere are many.
Flame'em?
Narll, 'ey are too far.
Wat? Gettin' big ya say?
Mhh, yeah, maybe.
Lets do 'at."
After a few muttered, arcane syllabyls and hand gestures, the dwarf gets large, the breads of his white beard flying as if caught in a strong wind.
Maybe your eyes are mistaken, but it seems to be glowing in a very faint, blue shimmer.
Adjusted statline for enlarged.
Threated-Area is 20ft now.
Spen 1 Arcane Point to give the beard a +2 Enhancement for the next minute (swift action)

@GM: Shall we post 2 rounds worth of actions or are the leopards doing anything beside charging that might change our plans for round 2?

"Narll, ye ain't wanna do'at!"
The dwarf flings a hand towards the leopard-thing and a bolt of thick spider web flies towards the rear-leopard, threatening it to get entangled in thick, fast-spreading webs.
Casting: Web

Still around, but taking a back-seat for a couple of days as I am currently in the process of setting up a new game, which takes much more time than actually running one as every GM probably can tell you.

Thanks for the summary GM!
Hold Fast!: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26
As the floor AND ceiling gives way, the dwarf presses against the wall, old fingers burring into the stonework and the dark-wooded staff is used like a climbing hook.
As soon as the rockslide has stopped, Snowbeard cirps and the King sitting atop the staff leaves his unmoving post and starts to grow as its powerful scissors find easy hold in the shaft.
With a groan, the dwarf mounts his mount which then casually climbs down the sheer shaft without any signs of trouble.
Using my familar-mount, refluffed as a riding gecko - which has a climb speed and always-on spider-climb effect - to get down to the others in style.

I am sorry, but I don't fully get it.
What are the options?
Jump through the door with a reflex save, taking some damage from falling debris or fall way down?
Is my reading correct?

Snowbeard follows Davian, babbling away, not addressing anyone specifically.
"Yarll, nothing ev'r was well at the bott'm of a trap.
Remind me of that island full of animals and people out fer eating me.
Evil trappers the 'hole lot of 'em.
Ya folk, knew that ya could survive from eatin' moss'a'srooms fer a week before yer friend finds ya?
Can't stand neither to this day, let me tell ya that much..."

Oh, mhhh, actually, I thought that there is a way forward 'in that hole'.
I didn't get the fact that it is a dead end ...?

Fun fact: after viewing Venom yesterday, I can't stop hearing that voice answering whenever I imagine Snowbeard talking with his beard ^^

Turning round, the dwarf looks behind and around the corner.
"Narll. Yer shiny new boy-toy a' the old-not-old-maybe-giant a' the multi-dead are takin' the stairs.
How's'it goin' down 'ere?
Save for a old man to come down yet?"

(Assuming some kind of positive reply)
Old Snowbeards head can be seen looking down and shaking his head, sending the beard flying right and left.
"Narll, Narll!
We do not climb down that.
Wait'a'sec, will ya?"
With that, he rumours in his bag and produces a scroll.
Reading a spell from it, he soon comes gliding down the shaft slowly, carefully avoiding the hazards.
Use: Scroll of Feather Fall

+++ Looting +++
The dwarf flinches as Niche seems to fall apart, but then again, it is just an illusion.
"Narrl, yer dead fools not stoopin' a old dwarf from findin' good use fer yer shiney stuff.
What a waste to let them go blank in this tomb, eh?
And waht about this? This' a shiny pearl Serill!
's there another one in there?
Yarll, gud boy, I gonna take one too.
And what's'this?
Ahhhh, who can say narll to an old tome in a even older tomb?
Wonder what spells tese lads knew...."
Straight forward pearl of power and a spellbook of yet-to-be-determined spells in it.

+++ Giants in the mist? +++
Upon Niches warning, he swings around, arcana symbols already forming by the old hands.
Ice covers the ground between the group and whatever-the-heck-is-coming before Rosa has proposed to just bypass the danger.
Reflavoured Grease Reflex DC21 between 'us' and 'them'
He turns to see what the others are doing.
Should Davian follow Rosa, he follows the heavy-tongued-cleric without much fuss.

"Yaharrl, it was a gud idea to come here, my knowing it!"
Old Snowbeard is feverishly writing down the Aukans story and Rosas reaction into his notebook.
With a grimace, he turns to Niche as he 'opens' the sarcophagus and starts rumouring around in its inside.
He watches him curiously, like someone would watch a cooking pot, interested whether it will overflow or not.
If nothing happens, he does take several of the massive gems he identified earlier up with his hands covered in cloth.
From the magic items, he collects 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (3) - 1 = 2.
Will have to look into the magic item section.
Instead of one item, could I instead found a stack of scrolls / a spellbook instead?

At the united reminder from the bickering couple, Old Snowbeard sights.
"Yarrrl-Yarrl, yer right.
But that green one would've been perfect raw material for one of Raikus statues.
Well, guess we'll find somethin' fittin' deep'r down, one that isn't cursed, ey?"

Ahwww, this is a nice one!: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (18) + 16 = 34
With only one glance, the dwarf is easily able to discern the most valuable gems from the ... others.
He takes 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 massive, green ones and stows them carefully in his back, wrapping a couple of old clothes around each one.

When the group starts discussing the door, Old Snowbeard tries the simple opening charm he knew, not expecting that door to actually open to that. Open/Close Cantrip
Once that failed, he mutters:
"Ehh, tese ruins look'a'lot like tose massive tombs te old Osirian's build in te desrt - nutters if yer asking me.
All filled wit traps, undead a' crazy magicks.
Door are said to be either hidden, trapped or ridiculous difficult to open unless yer knowin' how te mechanism is workin'.
Examples of such mechanisms are: loose stones in nearby walls, weight-sensitive floor plates, triggers reacting to reflected light a' sound-based ones."
Take-20 to search for some mechanism that may be linked to the door for a result of 36.

@Wolf: I was rolling to see if Snowbeard can recall anything about that name Rosa found out from his vast collection of memory.
From Historian racial trait, I get a +2 on history and nobility checks if the knowledge may have to do with dwarves, that's why I mentioned it.
But if dwarves have nothing to do with the guy buried here, I simply don't get that +2, but still have a lot of unnecessary highly-situational knowledge crammed in that skull of his :-)

The dwarf has kept a low profile in the fights, keeping enemies pinned-down until one of the others had time to finish them off easily for the most time.
At the words of Rosa he scratches his beard, rumbling on about various dwarven legends or something. Does he tries to remember facts about this Nazarac or is he just filling the eerie silence with background rumouring of words mostly lost in that long, white beard of his?
Know. History? +2 if there is any sensible relation to dwarven history: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (17) + 14 = 31
My lowest know. skill is @+14, arcana +18, planes +15, religion +15...

I'd guess to better leave the mounts behind.
No fun steering CR1/2 mounts through an undead-invested area...
Unless you always wanted to ride a skeleton-horse ^^
Old Snowbeard stand near Davian, mumbling about what might be a prayer of his own. Or just self-talking about something or another. It is hard to say what it really is.

Old Snowbeard was already awake when Matthew comes to wake him.
As the long-fingered lizard speak up and about a leader, the dwarf grimaces at the new fellows.
At that moment, the heavy-tongued-man steps forward and advises to stick together. By chance, the holy symbol of his goddess slips out of his not-fully closed shirt and then the dwarf remembers what the man had said during their first meeting...
"I say Davian shall lead, yarll!
He be the one talking about unity a' stayin' together.
Most clever word me heard around here since we arrived.
A' he's a follower of the Lady North Star, she who takes care in the travellers.
A' we better pray for some of her luck if we wanting to come back whole, yarrl!"

@Davian: Huh, I just noticed that I totally missed the fact that you are a desna-cleric and actually said so the moment we met. Should have acted otherwise back then, but well ...
Anyway, here have a vote. Snowbeard is nearly trusting Desna followers due to background reasons :-)

I'm fine with it (well, I didn't got too much of her attention as of yet, so I'm probably not a good judge there).
We can't have a friendly, good-hearted hell-dweller, can we?
Probably does not fit the 'evil' label, right? xD

Anyone got words from Aden?
His last post was from Dec 7, 2018...
IC would have nominated him probably, but that wouldn't make much sense if he isn't with us anymore, right?

"Going back? Narrl, I say!
We got plenty o' foes ahead why search another one before its time, eh?
If that thingy is really a demigod, 'en we better get better working together first.
Not to mention looting some shiny stuff from our goal, isn't'at true Sly?"

Just to recall things ... It is morning, isn't it`?
We met late at night, then travelled for a short time and met Niche and company, fought a bit then gtf out of there...
Maybe its not even noon yet?

You're kidding?
If you're screwing causes an multi-century old dwarf grab for his notebook to note your cursing down ...
You know that you nailed it xD

As the shouting starts, Snowbeard cooks his head and watches the spectacle with unconcealed interest.
As the Varisian man comes to the really interesting parts, the dwarf actually takes out his book and takes notes.

Just imagine it my dear!
A deviless getting chewed out for real by a stocky man with heavy accent.
They spent the last night together and now they are shouting and threatening each other because of a female Tiefling in the appearance of a succubus.
What do you think? Will they marry tomorrow? Or kill each other in the next hour?
Oh you are so right, live indeed writes the best stories!

"What would you look like without that beard?"

The dwarf looks surprised at that, then retorts:

*** Once in the camp ***
"Yarll, 'et was earlier than expected.
Weird stuff going on indeed, yaharhar.
Time to get into that tomb a' find out what tis all about, right?"

"Yaharrll, a brawl with a drake?
Count me in big boy!"
With a few more steps, the now quite large, but still old dwarf is within beard-distance of the drake which is trying to overpower the giant - beard distance is now a respectable 20ft mind you.
And then ... the long braids of white hair starts to entwine the beast all by itself!
Beard-Time!: 1d20 + 26 ⇒ (10) + 26 = 36
Frighteningly quickly, the thick braids starts to creep around the neck of the drake and starts to strangle it!
Grab Dmg+Strangle: 1d4 + 16 + 2d6 ⇒ (4) + 16 + (2, 6) = 28

Merry Christmas @ all :-)
How big are wyverns?
Reflex: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19
3d6 ⇒ (2, 4, 6) = 12 (6taken)
As the battle in the sky gets more serious and rock starts to fall, Old Snowbeard claps shut the book with a groin and side-steps a major rock during the process of stowing it in his backpack.

Eying the not-dragons, he rumbles a series of arcane-empowered sylabylls and starts to grow to twice the size of your average dwarf.
Once grown, he takes a few steps towards the drake near the funny speaking cleric.
enlarge person, get into position to shield the group from that wyvern, my beard now threatens 20ft around me.

"I lived to old age without purpose whatsoever.
Combat has nothin' ta do with how old ye get.
Unless ya loose o'course..."

The old dwarf strains his neck as he follows the air battle with those ice-blue eyes.
"Yarll, this s'goin' to make a guud story fer Raiku.
Should make a interestin' sculpture: the devil woman fightin' a air battle against enslaved drakes."
And with that, he sits down and produces a thick, leather-wrapped notebook , ink and quill and starts to scribble down notes and several quick but quite-well-matching sketches of the scenery.

"This a question, Mr. Niche.
People just call me like that.
Ya can let it go if the name is too long fer yer long tongue."
At the explanation of the tree.
"Told ya, yer getting in trouble with magick-trees.
They just aint like earnest mudfeet, walking around minding their own braids a stuff."

"He be the only one who came back out of the tomb, yarll!
All other that went together with him are probably thoroughly dead, pour souls may Desna take them.
Pretty-Olivia a me a my beard stayed outside to guard the camp as thy fools went ahead.
Unprepared bunch of overconfident small-frys if ye ask me.
Well, all but Matthew it seems. He be the odd one in the group."

For the first time Old Snowbeard really felt like a dwarf.
All those giant people around ... and they are getting more by the minute!
"Yarll, ye big one ...
Ye can call me Old Snowbeard ...
That was some good kickin' ya showed there.
But do ya know what's up with those fruits?
We all eat from them now?
There's lots of walking left and walking with full stomach is slow."

Turning to Matthew: "Ye dooin' good?"

Know. Arcane: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (18) + 18 = 36
Still thinking about the drakes overhead, Old Snowbeard's strange mount starts to shrink and finally, after returning to its small shape, returns to the top of his walking cane. As the dwarf trots over, he mutters under his breath.
Another voice in my head?
Oh, that's just lovely.
Maybe the devil sword and the strangler will become will become best friends.
Wouldnt that be amazing...
All that mind talk happening in my head ...
I can't wait for it...

@Wolf: Are you okay with pre-game crafting (in my case: scrolls) and how about adding spells to my spellbook for coins pre-game?
I still struggle with my spellbook.
Its the first time I really get to play a character with a non-trivially-small spellbook now that I think of it ^^

As everyone is mounting (or rise up to flap-flap) the crab sitting atop Old Snowbeard walking cane scuttles down.
A blink of an eye later, it grows in size until it is the size of a horse - or maybe a little bit larger.
Old Snowbeard stands firmly atop it's shelled back and points an old finger in the direction the kobold was rushing off to.
The crab hurries off, fast as any horse - despite its strange sidewalk.

Old Dwarf eyes are still sharp: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (11) + 16 = 27

Half a day into their travel, they stop before a strange sight indeed.
"Narll, the giant is talkin' with a skelet afoot the tree. Trees aint talk.
Unless they do. You'r in trouble if they do. Or yer an elf. You know, maybe they do talk with the tree...
See those apples a' pear. Something is not right with them. Fruits aint shimmer like gems in the sun, yarll?
And those linnorms up there ... There are more than three of'em.
Maybe a full nest hidden in the clouds or something."
What sort of scaly beasts are there? (nature?): 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (4) + 15 = 19

Jup. Unless you manage to make an all-trici-pony who is for all intents and purposes as (or more) powerful than everyone else, there will be times where someone else is going to shine.

Old Snowbeard is a grappler and debuffing - lots of it coming via times cold damage spells, non-lethal damage and entorcer-fuelled intimidation.
Against undead ... Tough luck for me. They are immune to frostz most mind affecting and non-lethal damage.
I imagine that our noble halfling will have a good old time against those.
I second as witch debuffer (misfortune and cackle anyone?) and walking library due to my obscene number of skill points and into modifier but I severely lack ranged capabilities.
But, you just wait until I get a Spellcaster into my beard.
He must make two (!) Concentration checks against my CMD and cannot use any spell that requires either a material or vocal component ...

@Rosa: I don't think you *must* change your char either.
While that attack came across as ... well, evil ... that is totally on the table for an evil character, eh?
And she didn't know about the poisonous glass sextoy, did she?
It would just have been an ordinary kick-to-the-nutseggs otherwise - probably painful but in no ways life threatening.

As I started reading the IC I was really intrigued by the interplay between Rosa the hellhound and our halfling paladin.
As long as everyone is aboard and no side is going too far, inter-party-twists can be a lot of fun and heavily rewarding RP experience.

Noticing the last sleepers getting up, the dwarf stows the book he was reading in and calls over:
"Yarll, ya lads have slept enough?
Ready to ride out again.
Lots'o evil stuff awaits to get laid to rest.
Ever noticed that the clatter of a dying skeleton hitting bare stone sounds astonishingly similar to the sound of an anchor-chain being wheeled in during a storm?
Yer want to listen closely the next time we get rid of one and you'll see!"
Edit below...
With a groan he stands up and casually passes by at Olivia and the desnan cleric with the funny accent.
"How does it look, yarll?
Aint it better to sent her back to catch some nice'a'long rest, eh?"

At dawn, you find the white-bearded dwarf sitting leaned against a rock, smoking a seriously ornamented wooden pipe and reading in a huge tome, obviously a spellbook.
It is enveloped in green leather which origin one can only guess and is quietly murmuring to himself.
He did sleep during 3rd watch but seems to be awake since then, his eyes like two rock crystals in the darkness of night.
(Ring of sustenance - need only 2h of sleep)

*lol*
That was a quite massive wave with the pillar GM :-)

"Yaharll, yer dwarf 's not shabby, master longear.
For the ᛚ's try to ta grind yer tongue against yer teeth.
That worked for ... a good friend of mine who struggled with them as well."
Its obvious that he was close to say something different there.
"Working together ... yarll.
Although ... If any of you tries to kick me like that mamsel just did...
I will not accept any responsibly for any reactions of my beard."

@GM: I added a lot of backstory.
It was real fun and a quite pleasurable way to spent the time waiting for ones delayed train... :-)

To the likely surprise of the elf, Old Snowbeard addresses Lidras in elven. Sure, the rough voice of the dwarf is not exactly made for the fine syllables of the elven tongue, but he is obviously well-versed in it.
"నా, మీ స్నేహితులు ఎల్లప్పుడూ ఈ బిగ్గరగా ఉంటారు మరియు వారు ఎప్పుడైనా ఎప్పుడైనా ఎప్పుడైనా పడుతున్నారు?"

The dwarf looks kinda worried about his comrades.
"Heya, why aint ya saying anything about this to me before?
When did that happen in the first place?!"

Of course I could totally see a succubus running around with a glass ... Ohm ... Male-part-replacement inside herself.