Old Wilmar's page

The old pair stomp slowly and loudly forward.

"All in or all out?" says the dwarf sternly.

Leap: 1d20 - 5 ⇒ (20) - 5 = 15

With a running start the old dwarf, surprisingly, manages to leap between the bookshelves. Once he makes it forward he ask Old Horn to attack.

The older dwarf casts Read Magic and easily deciphers the magical writing.

The old dwarf has no issues with the dark, he says he can provide a light if needed for the less blessed folk.

The old dwarf looks back and forth between the people speaking not understanding what is being said.

With a little bit of effort the old team climbs the stairs. Each of them struggle for a different reason.

Is the water leaving through the gates or coming in?

"How long have you been fishing in this library? What type of fish are here?"

Wilmar had met a surprising amount of talking animals before joining the Concordance and has seen a lot more since. He can tell whatever they are isn't local but exactly what they are is beyond him.

The old dwarf was already shoeless so he just looks down and wiggles his toes. With a quick whistle he enters the archive. Looking confused the dwarf starts talking to no one in particular, "Do you also see our new friends?"

Old Horn set to guard Old Wilmar.

"How overflowing is the Archive? I can help some of us swim for a little bit but Old Horn here might struggle." says an old dwarf wrapped in furs.

Player Name: Llama_Bill
Character Name: Old Wilmar
Society Number: 38768-3
Fast/Slow Track: Normal
Day Job roll: None

What Boon: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Boon: 1d20 ⇒ 20

Wilmar whistles and point in front of himself. Old Horn moves up defend Beric. She will attack anyone who moves up threateningly.

Then Wilmar shouts back, "I think you have things confused. We didn't do anything!"

Delay until there is space.

I'd very much like to do the rest.

Wilmar says flank in dwarven and Old Horn starts making her way towards the goblin. Due to the cramped space there isn't anywhere for Old Horn to go for now.

"Who knows the quickest way to the armoury?" says Wilmar absentmindedly stroking Old Horn.

Wilmar whistles in Old Horn and gets her to block the door. Old Horn fills the doorway very efficiently without trying very hard.

Wilmar moves away from the fight and watches the door to make sure Old Horn is behaving herself. He also keeps his eye on the bandit they brought to make sure they don't try anything during the fight.

Wilmar moves up until he is between the door and Hjort.

Wilmar asks horn to wait outside but to come in when called. The dwarf then makes his way inside with the group.

"Seeing as we have a prisoner I can play a thug if I don't need to say anything. Old Horn can stay outside," says Wilmar putting his hands down by his sides.

"Prisoner," says Wilmar holding out his hands in front of him.

"As they say the second best time to plant a tree...
The Horned Helm seems like the best place to start," replies Wilmar almost to no-one in particular.

Aiding the monk with untrained knowledge local: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (13) - 2 = 11
Aiding the monk with untrained knowledge local: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (8) - 2 = 6
Aiding the monk with untrained knowledge local: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (15) - 2 = 13
Aiding the monk with untrained knowledge local: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (10) - 2 = 8
Aiding the monk with untrained knowledge local: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (13) - 2 = 11

Wilmar attempts to use some of his local knowledge to help the monk with his knowledge gathering. Seeing as the druid has only recently arrived in the local area he is not much help. He mainly leaves the other dwarf to do all the talking while pointing out anywhere that looks interesting.

Wilmar whistles sharply twice and Old Horn moved straight back to his side. He rubs her fur affectionately.

Sling on Orange: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (15) - 1 = 14
Damage: 1d3 - 2 ⇒ (1) - 2 = -1

Old Horn hasn't had to fight many human opponents but she appears to be holding her own.

Wilmar moves into position to make a third sling attack. He isn't worried about Horn, she is a tough old thing.

Gore on Orange: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 2 = 10
Damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

Sling on Orange: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15
Damage: 1d3 - 2 ⇒ (1) - 2 = -1

Wilmar grabs another small piece of masonry and slings it in the direction of the person fighting Old Horn.
Old Horn bellows out but is too distracted by the hit to connect herself.

Gore on Orange: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

Sling on Orange: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12
Damage: 1d3 - 2 ⇒ (3) - 2 = 1

With barely a word Old Horn steps up to defend Wilmar. Wilmar grabs a small piece of masonry and slings it in the direction he wants his companion to go.

Sorry I was up in Scotland for a con so I didn't see the updates. I'll be a human by tonight so I'll update then. I am mostly alive.

"This place looks well gutted," mutters Wilmar. He follows the halfling into the house and helps him look around.

Aid Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15
Survival: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23

Wilmar gets low to the ground and looks around for the tracks of people coming or going. Either will be helpful right now. He chuckles to himself thinking about how even when chipped down to little blocks the mountains will outlive us all.

Wilmar gives the flank of Old Horn a few loving pats, "My big friend here can take it for some of the way too, that chest is almost as big as you. Heck it's bigger than some of us."

Wilmar doesn't look up and speaks loudly to the room more than anyone in it, "Do you know what we're doing here? Oh yeah, this is Old Horn."
The old dwarf pats his animal friend to emphasize the point and goes back to stroking his elasmotherium.

In a flashback you see Wilmar skinning a great bear. He spends days carefully making a set of furs and cold weather gear.

Old Wilmar is an old looking dwarf. Which means for most races he is ancient. Wilmar smells of the outdoors. While waiting for the venture captain he does speak to anyone apart from the wooly rhino he came in with. The Elasmotherium appears to enjoy the attention when it is not huffing at anyone coming too close.