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It's big, whatever it is. And dangerous. Olfwei runs out of the tavern, apparently retreating.
Rubbing his eyes sleepily, Olfwei lets himself out the stable and runs into the tavern, looking out the window to see what this way comes. And if it's something wicked.
By the end of the first night, it will have been decided that letting Olfwei loose in the tavern is a bad idea. Being around animals seems to calm him, so he'll be tucked in for the night in the stables @ BI 54.
"I will help," the big barbarian says. "We should gather wood and food, and try to bring as many people as possible into a single central area."
Olfwei looks around and shrugs. "Walls imprison those that live within them. Crow's Watch could be a trap as easily as a refuge."
I think I'm advanced. +13 hps, +1 to BAB & Fort, +Rage Power, +Wild Fighting...
Seeing almost all of the risen creatures handily dispatched before he was able to shake off the ragged feeling left by the last encounter, Olfwei turns towards the last, his long legs eating carrying him swiftly to the scene as he raises his war-scythe.
Sizzle.
GM:
The way I read the wild rage, I would only need to make the check to end a rage when I kill someone. Having made it the last time I hit the wolf, I should be fine.
That is how I read it, but it's your call. I'm happy to abide by whatever ruling you make. A wild rager’s rage functions as normal, except that when she reduces a creature to 0 or fewer hit points, she must attempt a Will save (DC 10 + the barbarian’s level + the barbarian’s Charisma modifier) or become confused.
Dropped to the ground by the hideous creature, Olfwei sits up and slashes awkwardly at it with his war-scythe.
If I die and return, do I get to play my zombie self?
Feeling the war-scythe slice through the unnatural flesh, Olfwei's bloodlust surges, threatening to overwhelm him, but he is able to master it, for the moment.
Noticing that battering the beasts isn't as effective as it should be, Olfwei drops the huge club and pulls the war-scythe over his left shoulder, as the pain of his wound clouds his vision in a red haze of bloodlust.
Religion for undead, generally.
@ DM Kor: Good deal.
Oh, and the other balancing factor of the confusion is that rounds I'm confused and raging don't count against my rounds/day of raging. One little noted feature of confusion is that if you are attacked, you automatically attack that creature on your next turn. Which is more incentive for getting in the thick of it. To be honest, I don't see the point of playing a barbarian any other way. Anyway ... I'm having fun. Thanks for a good game!
@ DM Kor: Having reduced the wolf to 0 or less hps, I think I have to make a will save. Wild Rager. I'm not sure if that only applies when I am already raging, but I'll assume it's every time I drop someone unless you rule otherwise. So I'm fine.
Olfwei growls, not unlike a wolf himself, and takes a step to a more advantageous position before aiming another powerful blow at the wolf's skull.
"These are not the wolves we have at home!" Olfwei bellows, annoyed that his mighty blow didn't seem to have hurt the thing as it should have.
Seeing the creatures attacking the guards, the young Ulfen roars and advances quickly, pulling his massive club from over his shoulder. Coming around to the right of the guards, he delivers a tremendous blow to the nearest beast.
At midnight on a Starday, Olfwei would be at the cheapest tavern in town, half-drunk and attempting to bedazzle the prettiest things around him by flexing his muscles and waggling his eyebrows.
Olfwei is a huge, wild-eyed Ulfen with tangled blond hair and just the beginnings of a beard decorating his chin. His armor is pieced together of castoffs, though they have been carefully repaired. He wears a massive club over his left shoulder and a razor sharp scythe over his right, with a crossbow at his hip. Even sitting still he is practically explosive with adolescent energy. He showed up in town a few days ago, and has been loitering around the springs ever since. He's asked around about mercenary work, but is still sleeping rough, judging by the sticks in his hair.
OK, I lied, by today (Qorin) Olfwei has come to Haldors Spring on instructions from the elders of his tribe, who suggest that the waters might help to cure his violent outbursts. It has not occurred to Olfwei that they probably just wanted him to go away, and he has cheerfully hiked across half of Golarion thinking that he will be cured here.
Olfwei: Olfwei
Human (Ulfen) Barbarian (Superstitious, Wild Rager) 1 N Medium Humanoid (human) Init +2; Senses Perception +5 -------------------- Defense -------------------- AC 16, touch 13, flat-footed 13 (+3 armor, +2 Dex, +1 dodge) hp 18 (1d12+6) Fort +4, Ref +2, Will +1 -------------------- Offense -------------------- Speed 40 ft. Melee Earth breaker +5 (2d6+6/x3) and . . Scythe +5 (2d4+6/x4) Ranged Light crossbow +3 (1d8/19-20/x2) Special Attacks rage (6 rounds/day) -------------------- Statistics -------------------- Str 18, Dex 14, Con 14, Int 10, Wis 12, Cha 8 Base Atk +1; CMB +5; CMD 18 Feats Dodge, Power Attack -1/+2, Toughness Skills Acrobatics +5 (+9 jump), Climb +7, Escape Artist +1, Fly +1, Perception +5, Ride +1, Stealth +5, Survival +5, Swim +3 Languages Common, Skald SQ fast movement +10, uncontrolled rage (dc 10) Other Gear Studded leather armor, Earth breaker, Light crossbow, Scythe, 32 GP -------------------- Special Abilities -------------------- Fast Movement +10 (Ex) +10 feet to speed, unless heavily loaded. Power Attack -1/+2 You can subtract from your attack roll to add to your damage. Rage (6 rounds/day) (Ex) +4 Str, +4 Con, +2 to Will saves, -2 to AC when enraged. Uncontrolled Rage (DC 10) (Ex) When drop a foe become confused (Will neg). If fail, save again each rd.
Ay.
Background: The north was his home, the near endless wilderness of forests and mountains, swamps and prairies. His tribe had kept to the old ways, giving thanks to the spirits of the land and the creatures they hunted rather than to any of the great gods the southerners worshipped. How can the gods hear the prayers of so many thousands? the shamans said.
Olfwei listened carefully, and studied the animals they hunted. He learned the strength of the bear and the stealth of the cougar. He grew strong and powerful, and when the spirits recognized his dedication, they began to speak to him. He was not to be another shaman of the tribe, they whispered. He was to go south, among the soft people in their cities, and he would find his destiny there.
Writing fluff right now.
Alias of Sai Ling.
crunch:
Wolf
Human Savage Barbarian/Druid Gestalt ST 20 (24) DX 15 CN 16 (20) IN 13 WS 16 CH 9 hps 14 (16) AC 12 Touch 12 FF 10 F +5 (7) R +2 W +5 BAB +1 CMB +6 CMD 18 Init+4 Move 40’ Skills: Stealth+6 Acrobatics+6 Peception +7 Handle Animal +5 Know: Nature +5 Feats: Power Attack, Toughness Traits: Reactionary, Magical Lineage Nature Bond* Nature Sense Wild Empathy Fast Movement Rage (7/day) Spells Memorized: Lvl 1: Faerie Fire, Obscuring Mist Lvl (DC 14) 0: Know Direction, Stabilize, Purify Food and Drink Alignment: Neutral *Paw (wolf)
Personality: Olfwei is a simple soul, driven by his appetites and not given to introspection. He exists in the moment, says only what is perfectly necessary, and remains still and quiet, until he explodes in bestial fury.
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