Hey guys. I believe Oxnard is going to wander off in search of a more violent lifestyle. I appreciate the opportunity, but am just having trouble finding a groove with him
Good luck, and hope to game with you guys again in the future.
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Oxnard simply shrugs and makes to follow... a bit embarrassed at his uninformed over-reaction.
Oxnard ceases his raging once he realizes that the others weren't dead, and shyly begins to shake his companions awake. "Well you could of said something. Sitting all save there behind your gate sleep spelling people for no reason. Do you get your jollies doing that. They could have fallen and hurt themselves".
Oxnard frustrated at his inability to lay hands on the man, shakes the gate in rage...
Oxnard quickly looks around for another entry... "Murder! Murder most Foul!... He begins to bellow at the top of his lungs. "You've killed them you fiend".
STR Check to tear down gates Initiative
Oxnard would have been waiting with Grenz... but when he sees his friends fall he will bellow forth. "What kind of trickery is this. Now you shall pay"! Will save if this is still needed. CMB to overrun and take the door.
Oxnard is still here... he's just not comfortable in civilization... sober anyway
As the others order and ask questions Oxnard lowers his voice to speak to them. "OK What do we do now? I'm not really familiar with how things work in the city... do we just start asking strangers"?
"Humpf. Well I guess it's off to Dead Fiddlers Square to try and get the lay of the land then".
Oxnard glares at the smart mouthed young lady, but holds his tongue, as he doesn't want the others to miss out on the nice sum of money for his pride. Intimidate with a glare
"I"m in. How discreet do we need to be... not get caught, or not get noticed"?
Oxnard is not used to how things happen in the big city, so looks to the others for guidance. He knows what a proposition means in the small villages, but since it's never happened to him before, he is a bit flustered.
Taking off his travelling cloak, and shaking the road dust from it Oxnard agrees with Grenz. "I'm all for that. Do you know anything about this city... where it's safe... where it's affordable? It's all a bit overwhelming for this country boy".
Let's rock & Roll....
"Yeah I agree. I mighty have to ditch this cumbersome armor. Thought it would protect me, but this territory seems to be more "be quite", and "don't sleep in your armor", so it does me more harm than good. Still let's run at least till they catch us or quit chasing".
Perception
"Much obliged mate. I'm gonna have to start sleeping in my armor, no matter how uncomfortable it is it looks like. Kinda rude for our enemies to attack us while we're sleeping".
Oxnard is just about to quaff a healing potion when he hears Grenz speak, and looks over to the still unconscious Baalintar. With a groan he arises and takes his beaten and bloodied self over to administer a potion to his fallen friend. CLW Potion When he sees that this is enough to bring the man around, he takes his final potion for himself. CLW Potion
Flanking Flail attack Flailing damage "Would you hold still. I'm not fully awake yet".
Knowing that he must keep control of his emotions, without the protection of his armor, Oxnard grabs up his shield, and swings at one of the impertinent rascals. Flail Bite of the flail.
But ends up almost hitting his shin with the flail. "I must adjust to not having armor on when I swing this weapon".
Oxnard rises up, grabbing his flail as well.
"Darn it all, I've got to find some way to sleep in armor". He grabs up his handy Flail and Flails about. Attack
Initiative
Perception Oxnard dreams he is hearing sounds of combat... but is that real?
Was everyone supposed to roll 3d8 or just Grenz?
So Watch order is: Rhîan-nôn
Marching order is:
Dungeon
Maybe this could be put in the "Campaign" tab?
I likey. How about marching order, both in dungeons and in the wild?
Why don't we come up with standard watch, and marching orders so we don't have to do this every time? Oxnard will take last watch both outdoors, and in dungeon environments. He should probably be close to the front... 1st or 2nd in outdoor environments, as his perception is good, and he's got a lot of HP's and AC. Maybe closer to the rear in dungeon environments as he has no night vision? Thoughts?
Oxnard stretches and yawns... "I like to get up early, so I'll take the dawn watch".
Oxnard travels enjoying being on the move again, except for the still slightly uncooperative Mule trying to stop and eat every blade of lush grass along the way. "Come on! You'll get dinner tonight when the rest of us do"!
Oxnard will lead from the rear with Buck, his Mule.
Oxnard shows up ready to leave, dragging an obviously unwilling Mule by it's lead. "Common Buck. You're not really going to make me drag you all the way there are you? I promise my will is stronger than yours, so you might as well give in". "Are we ready to go"?
That was me... And thanks...
Oxnard will get a better rope, and a sconce added to his shield. Any chance of some CLW potions, and maybe an Everburning torch? He will also try to get a mule, and packsaddle / lead rope.
"I feel well enough to travel... and need to redeem myself".
"There is also value in doing the right thing. These bandits were tough, but had we planned better we should have taken them all. Either decision is good by me. We can track them down now, before they have a chance to regroup, or see if there is some reward we can use to better equip ourselves for the encounter".
Oxnard leaps to his feet, and only stumbles a few steps, trying to get his balance...still a bit weak from the injuries. He tries to look as threatening as possible, as he's not the most trusting soul, but he remains silent for now, content to see what develops. Sense Motive
So what experience progression are we using?
Oxnard expresses his gratitude for the healing... "Thank you. I was knocking at deaths portal".
Oxnard sleeps in, and takes part in none of his normal early morning banter. He walks to a fallen log, and sits down, removing his armor padding, and changing the dressing on his many wounds. It is obvious, that he's nowhere near combat ready, and won't be for some time.
Oxnard slowly comes around. The first thing he notices is the Elf dribbling some herbal potion into his mouth. He sits up in a hurry, and the second thing he notices is pain... lots of pain. He slowly rises to his feet, and wincing, probes the many rents in his armor. "Thanks Fibek. Man those guys were skilled". Then looking around the battlefield. "What happened to the rest of them".
Oxnard falls to the combined bandits blows, his liver falling out of the rent in his obviously inferior armor, and begins to bleed out.
Oxnard reels at the mans precise strikes. How does he find the chinks in my armor so easily. Then roaring in anger, he redouble his attack on the man diagonal to his left. Raging Flail
With a roar Oxnard swings his flail at the bandit diagonal to him on his left. Flail Deep bruise
No problem. Just trying to get back in the flow of things.
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