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GM, While we are waiting to wrap it up, I thought I would take care of some admin and send you the information on the character I would like to apply this certificate to. Player: Siriak
No day job roll And, thanks very much for running this scenario. It was a lot of fun!
Oloch regards the dwarf briefly and turns to face the group. Well, he doesn't appear to be much of a worthy opponent. I will not stand in the way if the others vote to sell the excess loot, he says to Kyra and Mavaro.
Oloch, keeping to himself for the time being, is distressed to hear Anwald mention the 500 gold piece debt. This is not the direction I saw this going, he says to himself.
Oloch sees the man meeting Anwald's description in the pub and tries to appear casual as he waits for one of his more loquacious friends to approach the man.
Looking at the finely made sickle, Oloch adds, Yes, if we can fix this by talking sense to Anwald and , um, keep the sickle in the process then I am all for talking to Anwald.
Oloch admires the silvered sickle. It is a shame to be forced to sell such a fine weapon to pay off this coward.
Arrrrrrrr! Oloch roars as he charges the little cretin.
Oloch moves as fast as he is able to the halfling's position. Unfortunately, his armor is heavy and he can't quite get in an attack, though he is able to set up an advantageous flanking position with Hakon.
Unfazed by his graceless landing, Oloch regains his footing. He looks at the Halfling and growls, baring a tusk.
Oloch leaps down from the height, moving toward the Halfling sniper.
And he crashes in a heap on the ground.
Oloch chases after the Halfling sniper, trying to keep up with the sure-footed rogue while he is dressed in more cumbersome armor.
Oloch moves as quickly as possible toward the Halfling.
Ugh, Oloch thinks to himself, how long must we wait for these assassins to show themselves! Hold up, what's that? The big half-orc probes the space between two of his large teeth with his pinky finger and produces a small chunk of indistinguishable meat for his effort. Sucking the finger clean, he says, Mmm, leftovers from lunch.
Oloch takes stock of his resources: a scroll of healing, flask of acid and a sling and some bullets. Planting the tip of the greatsword in the ground before him, Oloch turns to Hakon and says, I will stand here with you, my friend.
Oloch readies his greatsword. I am with you, my friend.
Hmm, magic sword, you say? Now you are talking my language! Let me guess, Narngar, we get no more clues as to the where abouts of the magic sword 'til we hand over the spider parts. Do I have the right of it?
Captivated by the harmonica playing of the halfling, Oloch barely notices the dwarf.
Oloch says, It's the dwarf then, let's be about it!
Oloch replies to Hakon, Ha! I do not even have to think about it! More money is better. Let's talk to this gnome!
I for one, am perfectly happy with the slow pace!
Hmm, interesting. Anything I can do to help?
Oloch rages mightily and tries to power his way through the sticky strands of the web.
Oloch yells in rage at the sticky webs impeding his movement.
Well, at least in a town full of assassins, everyone is polite to one another, or at least that is what I've heard. Personally, I have no use for poison or assassination. I much prefer a straight-up fight!
Seeing the bad shape Mavaro is in, Oloch decides to forgo attacking this round in favor of passing on a warrior's blessing from Gorum to Mavaro.
Round 1 Oloch moves as fast as he can towards the archers.
Round 2
Oloch steps forward and attacks the greatsword wielding Kellid.
Glory to our Lord in Iron!, Oloch shouts.
Oloch takes a step and attacks one of the greatsword wielding Kellids.
Blessings of Gorum be upon you, brother!
Oloch shouts out to Gorum, Lord in Iron, be my shield in this battle! He then moves as quickly as his armor allows towards Hakon.
I'll be on the road the next few days. I will have my tablet and will post as often as I can.
Oloch laughs out loud at the suggestion that they turn over their belongings. Ha Ha Ha! You are wrong my friends, these things do belong to us...now. By our Lord in Iron, if you want them, come and earn them, Oloch days as he readies his greatsword.
Oloch looks around and says, So, was this the wreck we were supposed to find? This seems too easy.
Yes, we should check it out.
As the group treks into Numeria, Oloch is fascinated by the landscape.
Enough of your lies and deceit, false priest! You have no intention of an honorable surrender!
With Mavaro opposite Everett, Oloch presses his advantage and attacks.
Oh-ho! the little gnat has a sting! Oloch cries out as he recovers from Everett's attack. The half-orc moves slightly to get a better angle and attacks the henchman.
With a bloodcurdling Orcish warcry, Oloch attacks Olson.
Frustrated by the interfering crowd and seeing the prize within reach, Oloch moves as quickly as he can, considering his armor and gear, to the first adversary.
Seeing a few townsfolk between himself and the mayor, Oloch changes his tactics and attempts to reason with the non-combatants. People, why do you let this man put you in danger so he can run away. It is he we want to deal with, not you. For your own safety, stand aside!
Seeing the man with the golden rod, Oloch growls and heads in his direction roaring Get out of my way! as he barrels into the crows, using his build and muscular arms to shove townsfolk out of the way.
Oloch flexes his muscles and holds Big Girta in two hands in front of him. From deep inside his core, he summons a deep growling shout, like his father used to do, and barks Out of my way!
Oloch nods at Mavaro's words. This should be interesting. Let us go see these prayers.
Oloch listens to Hakon and shakes his head in amusement. They do not worship any of the other Gods, just this Living God? Well, Big Girta here will make a believer of 'em , Oloch says, patting his massive gretasword.
Suddenly filled with raging energy, Oloch steps into the stream and swings his greatsword at the annoying little creature.
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