Orin Ro's page

As a player in one of Motteditor's games this is how I formatted the first four lines in my profile.

Full Name Orin Ro
Race Half elf Spell-less Ranger 7 [s poiler=Character Information][HP: 62]; [Armor Class: 24; Touch: 16; Flat Footed: 22]; [BAB: +7; CMB: +11; CMD: 27];
Classes/Levels [Saves: Fortitude: +6; Reflex: +7; Will: +3]; [Initiative: +2]; [Perception: +16] [/s poiler]
Gender Male

Orin steps out in front of the group, placing his blade point down in the dirt. Watching the centaurs circling around them he laughs "Cé hé an ceannaire bhabhta Merry dul beag ?" he asks in Sylvan.

Survival: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26

Orin looks at the furrows and the disturbed earth, his brows furled in concern "Looks like there's a landshark, a bulette, in the area. If we dawdle we run the risk of drawing it's attention."

Perception check: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (14) + 16 = 30
Knowledge (nature): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (14) + 12 = 26

"By the gods, what kind of sick soul would do that to centaurs. Maybe the town was a victim of revenge for this!" Orin says, cutting the hides down. Going over to windswift he draws his camp shovel from the saddlebags and begins digging a hole "They deserve better than than being hung out to dry."

Power Attack
Waist deep in the water, dripping wet, Orin raises his sword to attack.
Attack roll #1: 1d20 + 13 - 2 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 13 - 2 - 2 = 11
Attack roll #2: 1d20 + 8 - 2 - 2 ⇒ (20) + 8 - 2 - 2 = 24
Attack roll #2 (confirm critical): 1d20 + 8 - 2 - 2 ⇒ (17) + 8 - 2 - 2 = 21
Damage: 2d4 + 7 + 6 ⇒ (1, 2) + 7 + 6 = 16
Critical Damage (if applicable): 2d4 + 7 + 6 ⇒ (2, 4) + 7 + 6 = 19

Trudging through the water towards the beast, Orin slings his bow and draws his sword.
(Double move to close with the Chuul)

Knowledge (dungeoneering): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31

"It's a Chuul. Watch out for it's tentacles, they can cause paralysis."

Orin draws his bow and fires a volley of arrows at the creature.
Using Manyshot, rapid shot, and deadly aim.

Attack roll (manyshot): 1d20 + 10 - 2 ⇒ (12) + 10 - 2 = 20
Attack roll (rapid shot) #1: 1d20 + 10 - 2 - 2 ⇒ (17) + 10 - 2 - 2 = 23
Damage: 1d8 + 5 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 5 + 4 = 14

Attack roll #2: 1d20 + 5 - 2 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 5 - 2 - 2 = 2

I agree with Prazi. Keep going until we can't go no more.

Knowledge (geography): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

"Well, there is the one running through town. Other than that I'm not sure."

I knew there was a reason why I put a rank into Knowledge: geography.
Knowledge (geography): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

Orin racks his brain for information about Iobaria "It's a nation, in name only, east of here. Mostly nomadic tribes with a few small villages."

"Well, that's something you don't see everyday." Orin says as he examines the spriggan, careful not to touch the glowing aura around it.

Sorry all, been on spring break with my wife and daughter. Just got back Saturday and have been catch up since then.

Unable to fight off the swarm of birds Orin does his best to protect himself by pulling his cloak's hood up and covering his eyes with his arm.

Orin will go Total Defense until such time as Kereek burns them out of the sky.

"Alright, then. Let's decide what to do with this guy and finish off checking the rest of the town before we head off to talk to these centaurs."

Orin looks out over the town from the fort's ramparts "Agnar's right. There are no bodies. If the town was attacked by these spriggan's the townsfolk would have defended themselves. There would be signs of a struggle at least. The only damage I've seen so far is the hole that Spike made. If they abandoned the town, for whatever reason, they would have packed their belongings and provisions for the trip. It's as if they've just disappeared. Kind of creepy, actually."
Returning to the fort Orin pulls out his sword and begins sharpening it in front of the captured spriggan "What can you tell me about the disappearance of the colonists? What did you do with them?" he say while absentmindedly sharpening his blade, the threat implied.
Imtimidation: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23

Seeing Prazil going for a disabling, rather than killng, blow Orin twists his sword at the last moment striking with the flat of the blade rather than the edge.

Attack roll #1 (power attack, non-lethal): 1d20 + 13 - 2 - 4 ⇒ (18) + 13 - 2 - 4 = 25
Confirm critical: 1d20 + 13 - 2 - 4 ⇒ (5) + 13 - 2 - 4 = 12
Damage: 2d4 + 7 + 6 ⇒ (2, 2) + 7 + 6 = 17

Attack roll #2 (power attack, non-lethal): 1d20 + 8 - 2 - 4 ⇒ (7) + 8 - 2 - 4 = 9

Orin exchanges blows with the spriggan that struck him "Time to end this." he says to no one in particular as he bunches his muscles to add power to his swing.

Attack roll #1 (power attack): 1d20 + 13 - 2 ⇒ (13) + 13 - 2 = 24
Damage: 2d4 + 7 + 6 ⇒ (1, 1) + 7 + 6 = 15

Attack roll #2: 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (19) + 8 - 2 = 25
Confirm Critical: 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 8 - 2 = 8
Damage: 2d4 + 7 + 6 ⇒ (1, 3) + 7 + 6 = 17

Thanks, John. I wish I could say things are going alright but when the incumbent Vice President refused to stand next to the newly elected President during the swearing in ceremony and pictures afterward it's not a good omen. It's going to be a long three years.

Rubbing his shoulder, Orin turns around and goes outside to see what Prazil is shouting about.

Orin move to the west until he is out of the fog then fires an arrow at one of the spriggans on the roof.
Attack roll (deadly aim): 1d20 + 10 - 2 ⇒ (16) + 10 - 2 = 24
Damage: 1d8 + 5 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 5 + 4 = 12

Orin quickly sheathes his sword and draws his bow to fire a pair of arrows at the burnt spriggan before, just as quickly, shouldering his bow and redrawing his sword to face the new threats.
Attack roll #1 (deadly aim): 1d20 + 10 - 2 ⇒ (3) + 10 - 2 = 11
Damage: 1d8 + 5 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 5 + 4 = 15
Attack roll #2 (deadly aim): 1d20 + 5 - 2 ⇒ (16) + 5 - 2 = 19
Damage: 1d8 + 5 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 5 + 4 = 13

Sorry all for the lack of posting but this has been a rather bittersweet week. Despite winning a rather contentious election I was disappointed that not all of the candidates I was running with were elected. Only two of the five others were elected leaving our local with an even split between the two slates.
Yesterday we had to put my dog of 14 years down. She had developed cancer and was in pain and although she is better off my wife, daughter, and myself are still saddened by the loss.
I should be able to keep a decent posting rate for the next couple of weeks before I take office on March 1st, then my posting might become sporadic for a couple of weeks while we conduct a transition between the officers.

Orin rushes across the courtyard to assist Kereek against the wolf facing him.
Power Attack
Attack roll: 1d20 + 13 - 2 ⇒ (5) + 13 - 2 = 16
Damage: 2d4 + 7 + 6 ⇒ (4, 2) + 7 + 6 = 19

Orin has blown past the WBL chart, topping in at 48,683 (if Herolab is to be believed). The +3 ring and the sword account for most (26,375) of that.

Prazil, did you count the 1339 gp, 4sp, 5 cp from the sale of the mundane items?

Okay, after selling off the remaining unclaimed magic items everyone gets 3380 gp, 7 sp, 5 cp.

Orin is going to order a Mithral breastplate from Restov. When it arrives he will ask Kereek to enchant it for him (+1).
Are we paying retail or wholesale for Kereek's services?

Orin,

Why don't you take the amulet of natural armor +2, pass your +1 amulet to Prazil, and Prazil can take the ioun stone? That seem good?

Either that or Prazil can take the +2 amulet and Orin the Ioun stone. The net result is the same.

I've updated the loot list and after selling all the mundane items everyone gets 1339gp, 4sp, 5cp.

Loot List

There are still several magic items we need to dispense with. Here are my recommendations.

Horn of Good/Evil = Sell
Robe of Bones = Sell
Ring of Maniacal Devices = Sell
+1 Studded Leather = Sell
Amulet of Natural Armor +2 = Prazil or Orin
Dusty Rose Prism Ioun Stone = Kereek
Necklace of Fireballs = Kereek (fire's his thing)
+1 Darkwood Thundering Morningstar (large) = Sell
+1 Hide armor (large) = Sell
Potion of Speak with Animals x2 = Agnar and Orin or Sell
Restorative Ointment = Agnar
+2 Chain Shirt = Agnar or Sell
+1 Longsword = Sell

As far as items go Orin would like to pick up a mithral breastplate (magicked would be nice).

Knowledge (geography): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

Orin walks in on the tail end of the conference and looks around the room focusing on the newcomer. With a nod of his head he asks "What's this about Varnhold?" after being brought up to speed he tells Agnar "Don't worry about the city in our absence. The guard is more prepared for whatever may happen than they were just a year ago." He rubs his stubbled chin while looking over the message from the swordlords "Hmm, it's worth a look. Whatever befell Varnhold may be looking our way soon enough. Better safe than sorry."
Looking at the unfamiliar woman in the room he asks "And who might you be?"

Yeah, I'm still going over our last two encounters and combing through the posts looking for what we found. Once I get the list compiled I'll post it on the loot list page.

Sorry if I've been lax on posting but I'm currently involved in a campaign for my union local and have been spending most of my free time out pressing the flesh. The votes will be counted on February 11th and either win or lose I'll be back to regular posting after that.

Orin wakes up and notices the commotion around Treshiell's bedroll. Walking over scratching his head he reads the note she scrawled in the dirt. As comprehension dawns a look of concern crosses his face and with out saying a word to the others he begins searching the ground for signs of her passage. Unable to find any he vaults atop Windswift and begins riding around the campsite in ever widening circles, staring at the ground.
After several hours searching the area he finally returns to the camp. Despondent, he mutters to no one in particular "She's...she's gone and I never got the chance to tell her I love her." he shakes his head in despair and drops down on his bedroll.
Gathering himself together he gathers up her things and ties them to Sundancer's saddle and gathers up her reins "Come on, girl. Let's head home."

Edited: Apparently Tanner deleted his post. Oh well here's the list anyway.

Ruler: Baron Jon Surtova- former player now NPC
Spymaster: Kereek
High Priest: Agnar Hrolfson
Magister: Treshiell- (Player leaving)
Marshall: Prazil
Warden: Orin Ro
Councillor: Jhod Kavken- NPC
Royal Enforcer: Khundal- NPC
Treasurer: Stevic Leveton- NPC
General: Kesten Garess- NPC
Grand Diplomat: Rupert Hentzau- former player now NPC

Level 7:

Hit points: 1d10 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10
FCB: +1 Skill point

Ranger Talents:
Ranger Feat: Additional Favored Terrain (Mountains)

Skills:
Acrobatics +2
Handle Animal +1
Intimidate +1
Knowledge (dungeoneering) +1
Knowledge (nature) +1
Perception +1
Stealth +1
Survival +1

Feat:
Cleave

25 point point buy. We've lost Treshiell, the Human Witch. The current roster is
Agnar Hrolfson: Human Cleric of Erastil and all around wise guy.
Kereek Kobold Sorcerer and resident pyromaniac.
Orin Ro Half-elf (Spell-less) Ranger and gruff woodsman.
Prazil Kobold Cavalier with a heart as big as his triceratops mount.

Sorry to see you go. Patrik. You were the last original character and I've enjoyed playing with you. Too bad as Orin was going to make an attempt to woo Treshiell during the downtime.
As far as recruiting another character I would be okay with another arcane caster or a roguish character.

"Hey, big and ugly why don't you pick on someone closer to your own size" Orin taunts the creature hoping it will let Prazil go and focus on him instead.

Attack roll #1 (Challenge, Aid another, Power attack): 1d20 + 12 + 2 + 3 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 12 + 2 + 3 - 2 = 17

Attack roll #2 (Challenge, Aid another, Power attack): 1d20 + 12 + 2 + 3 - 2 ⇒ (16) + 12 + 2 + 3 - 2 = 31
Damage: 2d4 + 7 + 6 ⇒ (2, 4) + 7 + 6 = 19

Orin slings his bow over his shoulder and draws his sword. Rushing to Prazil's aid he quips "Oh yes, again."
Attack roll (Challenge, Power attack): 1d20 + 12 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (13) + 12 + 2 - 2 = 25
Damage: 2d4 + 7 + 6 ⇒ (3, 4) + 7 + 6 = 20

"Who the hell dresses an owlbear up in armor?" Orin wonders aloud as he draws his bow and fires two arrows at the creature.

Attack roll #1 (Deadly aim): 1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (11) + 9 - 2 = 18
Damage: 1d8 + 5 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 5 + 4 = 11

Attack roll #2: 1d20 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (19) + 4 - 2 = 21
Damage: 1d8 + 5 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 5 + 4 = 13

"I don't know, maybe there's a way to bypass this cave altogether. Another entrance perhaps, although the tracks lead right to the front door."

Hit ppoints: 26/46

CMB check: 1d20 + 10 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 10 + 3 = 27

Orin struggles mightily and finally manages to break free from the creatures grasp. Picking up his sword he turns to face the mound, sword at the ready.

Hit points: 12/46

CMB check: 1d20 + 10 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 10 + 3 = 20

Caught in the creatures grasp Orin struggles to break free.

Lesser Restoration (Strength): 1d4 ⇒ 4
I didn't see where Agnar rolled for it.

Knowledge (nature): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (9) + 11 = 20

"It's a Shambling Mound. It's very resistant to fire and immune to electricity." he shouts before charging across the cave floor to place himself between the Mound and Prazil.
Charge
Attack roll (charge, power attack): 1d20 + 12 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 12 + 2 - 2 = 13

Orin's first bow shots were at the Shrieker, not one of the Violet Fungi. It was before they appeared.

Round #2:
Hit points: 44/46

Standing in the cave's mouth Orin draws his bow and fires two arrows at the fungal creature that Agnar just wounded.

Attack roll #1: 1d20 + 9 - 4 ⇒ (10) + 9 - 4 = 15
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Attack roll #2: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 - 4 = 10
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Wanting to wish everyone Happy Holidays and a Joyous New Year.

Hit points: 44/46

Fortitude save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
Strength damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4
Constitution damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Too late in heeding Agnar's warning Orin hisses in pain as the tendrils rot the flesh where they strike. Cradling his wounds he staggers back to join the others at the cave mouth.

Full round action to Withdraw to the others

No, just a frenzy of last minute Christmas shopping.

"So much for the element of surpirse" Orin grimaces. Drawing his bow he fires two arrows at the mushroom thing nearest him before putting it away and drawing his sword.

Attack roll #1: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12
Damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Attack roll #2: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23
Damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Orin looks at Agnar and winks "I don't to out run it, I just have to outrun Kereek."

We can wait until Agnar and Treshiell are ready.

"Well. it looks like we've come to the right place." Orin says looking down at Prazil. With that he loosens his sword in it's scabbard before heading up to the caves mouth.
Once there he'll pause for a moment to listen for any sounds coming from inside.
Perception: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (3) + 15 = 18
Not hearing anything definitive he will enter the cave, sticking to the wall as he enters to make sure he is not silhouetted against the opening.
Stealth: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14

Vaguely disturbed by the circle, Orin will walk over to it and remove the skulls from it before marring as much of the blood as he can. "Before we go we need to decide what to do with those Trollhounds. We can't just leave them chained up to starve to death. We an either release them back into the wild, which I'm against, or we can put them down."

Orin looks at prazil "Trolls are a fractious lot. With out a strong leader they will eventually wander off. My only concern is how much damage they'll cause before then."

With his sword at the ready Orin will sneak off down the remaining corridor.

Stealth: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28