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Hey all, I've taken a new job and I'm finding it difficult to keep up with the play by post campaign. I just don't have time to do it during work, and when I get home I have too many things to take care of with the newborn. I'm sorry to do this, but I need to take my leave. My hope is that you will be able to find a more responsive candidate to take my place. It has been fun! Thanks for everything :)
Not quite sure what 'Martial Law' means, Paldak decides to leave the talking to his friends. Instead, he waits silently, scratching his head, while looking around for something to eat or drink.
Paldak lumbers along behind Cordwin and the noble, rubbing his head as he wonders silently if Cordwin would ever stop asking questions. He knows not where they are walking, but doesn't care as long as it leads to a warm meal, a cold drink, and a cozy cot.
Sorry that I didn't post yesterday, I was under the weather.
With Cordwin's assistance and Sabina's healing, Paldak stands back up while rubbing his head. Fuzzy memories of wild attacks and rolling goblin heads run through his mind. "Thank you, both of you." He nods to the noble then turns to Alexei. "I agree." He cups his hand over his eyes and searches for anyone in distress, or out of the ordinary. He secretly hopes that most of the goblins are dead or have fled, so that he can go eat, drink, and sleep.
Martials are really fun at low levels. Their power curve is just less steep, so they tend to lag later on.
Paldak groans, rolls on his back, and lets out a long (loud) exhale. "Ughhhhhhhhh.... *cough-cough* *wheeeeze*...ughh." He hears Cordwin mention his name to the noble. He simply raises his hand to acknowledge the introduction then continues wheezing on the pavestone. "...or alcohol. Healing or alcohol...*cough-cough*... One or the other *wheeeeze*... Beggars can't be choosers... But they can be dead *ughhhh*... Or... Not drunk... *wheeeeze*"
In frustration, and with exhaustion setting in, Paldak driven by rage, seeks to finally end his foe. He charges and strikes.
After all the goblins lie dead, Paldak lets out a primal roar... lifts his falchion and slams it back down on the Goblin Commando, severing its head from its body. He then drops to one knee, exhausted and out of breath. After a moment he mutters: "I need healing..."
Paldak roars as the goblin's clumsy strike catches him on his thigh, releasing a spout of blood from a cut artery. His life now in jeopardy, Paldak defends himself the only way he knows how... Killing them, before they kill him. He strikes, with Cordwin providing support:
Paldak's foot slips on the pools of goblin (and his own) blood. His wild swing misses the goblin by a large margin.
Knowing the predators outnumber the prey, Paldak takes his time to circle around the last goblin, stepping over the remains of the goblin dog's corpse, careful to stay out of range of any attacks, and without breaking eye contact. Finally, once positioned behind the goblin , with the ferocity of a caged wolf he strikes.
Seeing no way to charge directly to the goblin or his dog, Paldak sees Alexei in trouble and decides to defend him from the mutt. He moves to I7 and attacks with his falchion.
Paldak roars as a bloody shower of goblin dog erupts around the group. His eyes flash red as he lets his primal instincts take over.
His attention turns to the last remaining enemy combatant, his face splashed with red, and blood dripping from his blade...
Satisfied at the cleaved goblin, Paldak turns to his next target and attacks the closest foe. He is hardly thinking clearly, and sees everything in a tinge of red. He never even notices the goblin's attack that missed wide to the right.
The first goblin's wild attack unexpectedly strikes Paldak above the knee. The pain brings out the half-orc's primal instincts. With a roar, he flies into a rage, looking to decimate any and all who stand in his way.
He swings his falchion down on the goblin who hit him:
Once the goblins go, Paldak will take his turn. (I hope no one is waiting on me!)
Paldak lets out a blood curdling scream and recklessly charges into the fray.
While Paldak stopped to catch his breath, he sees Sabina, followed by his dwarf friend hurry past, Sabina gesturing wildly. He sighs, grabs his recently sheathed falchion off of his back and follows the hurried group.
So are we getting this started again?
That's fine, I understand. If that works for you, it works for me. See you then!
I'm still here. I'm game for picking the pace back up.
Paldak flicks his falchion to rid it of the goblin blood that accumulated on its surface, then sheathes it on his back. "I'm sure there's more, there's always more... They're like rats, just a when you think they're all gone, you find them where you least expect it." Paldak shields the sun from his eyes and searches the surrounding area for more goblins, or for someone in urgent need of help.
Paldak encouraged by the now bloodied Warchanter, swings for a killing blow, hoping to sever its stupid chanting head from its tiny shoulders.
Paldak deftly dodges the attacks from the gangly little beasts. He wheels his head and shouts: "There is no hope, you will all die by my hand!" He adjusts his stance and without blinking, swings again at the Warchanter, this time in a downward diagonal cleave, hoping to detach head and limb from body.
Paldak streaks behind Sabina to attack the Warchanter head on. . His muscles tighten and he heaves his Falchion in an upward arc. Paldak lets out a roar as he directs the swing towards the goblin.
Paldak's wild swing arcs far too high and misses the goblin.
I think we are waiting on Nightingale. I think he is getting adjusted to his new school schedule.
It's okay, this relaxed pace is fine for me. I'm now officially a dad, and I can attest that those sleepless nights aren't just a myth! Thank [insert favorite pathfinder deity - I'm gonna choose Besmara] for red bull!
Paldak, not having yet quenched his thirst for goblin blood moves forward towards his newfound prey. In his rage he calls out to the Warchanter. "You and your crew will die the same as your cowardly friends, you rat!" Realizing there was still quite a bit of distance between he and the goblins, he adopts a defensive posture.
Paldak's delight from seeing the sleeping goblin squashed is quickly dashed after Sabina suddenly breaks out into an evil speech. This concerned Paldak deeply, but he realizes now is probably not the best time to bring it up. "Alexei's right, let's clear out these goblins before the do more damage." Paldak looks about to see if he can see any troubling spots, paying specific attention to the direction of the explosion.
Paldak exhales and watches the two frozen goblin halves fall separately to the ground and explode into countless pieces upon impact. He turns and nods at Alexei before shifting his focus to the two remaining goblins. The fire in his eyes smolder as he yells, "Death awaits you all!
Seeing Alexei bloodied, Paldak moves fast. In a flash, Paldak shifts infront of Alexei, his falchion raised above his head. After Alexei's touch, the steel blade glitters in the evening sun as ice forms along its edge. One instant later, Paldak is towering over the tiny goblin, heaving the sword down in a violent two-handed chop. The blade leaves an icy smoke trail as it cuts through the air toward the creature. As he swings his falchion, Paldak bellows, "Die vermin!"
Speaking of rules (I meant to bring this up but I forgot about it), Paldak will be using intimidate quite a bit in the future. You can check out the rules here: http://www.d20pfsrd.com/skills/intimidate Basically, it plays out almost like an attack roll against an A/C. I roll my intimidate check vs 10 + their hit dice + their wis modifier. Obviously it's still up to you, but if it my intimidate roll is put against their wis roll, I might end up winning a lot more than I should... And we definitely don't want Paldak getting a big head ;)
"Cowardly runts! I will enjoy cleaving each of you into two!" Paldak is eager to run into battle, especially after seeing Sabina quickly jump into the fray. As Paldak stands ready, he can't help but notice cold air radiating off of Alexei. He notes to himself that there is much more to this man than just a fancy tongue and title.
Alright some combat! Just an FYI, the map link doesn't seem to be working for me.
From the empty bottles and slurred speach, Paldak recognizes Sabina as being a little drunk... "Rough day?" Paldak asks while blowing on another spoonful of soup. "Yeah mine didn't turn out as great as I was hoping either. That was of course until I won this prize." Paldak downs the spoonful and picks the thunderstone back up from the table. After staring at it a moment, he turns back to Sabina, "Tell you what, you seem to know a lot more about these types of things than I do... You should have it." Paldak places the stone back on the table and pushes it towards Sabina. "Afterall, if it weren't for your kindness, I would have slept on a floor last night. It felt good finally sleeping in a bed. I don't know what's got you down, but hopefully this turns your day around" Paldak gives Sabina a smile, then turns back to his soup. "And don't think about not accepting it! Knowing my luck, I'll set it off in my pocket by accident n' blow my pants off. I'll be the talk of the town with my epic orc farts."
Paldak stumbles through the crowd holding his new found thunderstone infront of his face. Paldak felt that there was more to this stone than meets the eye, but he wasn't adept enough to truly understand what it does. Thinking to himself, he realizes it probably would have been a good idea to ask the person running the game... Ah well. After a moment or two Paldak finds himself infront of a stall put up by the proprietors of the Hagfish, and he sees Sabina sitting by herself eating some delicious smelling lobster chowder. Paldak grabs some lobster chowder for himself and sits across from her. "Hello again! Good choice!" He says raising his full bowl in a greeting. Paldak sits down and takes a bite of the chowder, it's much too hot and he quickly spits it out. Realizing he must look rediculous, and that he'll have to wait for his soup to cool off before eating it, he decides to quickly change the subject and make small talk with Sabina. He fishes out the thunderstone that that he had previously placed in his pocket, and disays it to Sabina. "Any idea what this can do? It's called a thunderstone, and I'm afraid im not familiar with it." Paldak smiles and continues, "I won it in a game of strength!" Paldak decided she didn't need to know the full details. He then waits to see what she has to say.
Before we set off we shall certainly make a pit stop at two Knights brewery for some portable liquid courage! On another note, I'm sorry that I missed posting yesterday, I had a job interview and I had to take both my pets to the vet for their annual checkups. The cat then made a mess of things so he needed a bath. Needless to say, all of this combined with a full day of work and a pregnant wife, as soon as I hit the couch I fell asleep. Sorry for the inconvenience!
As Paldak walks away he hears the game proprietor offering another prize. Tempting as it was to just keep walking, Paldak eventually decides to turn around and walk back. "Give me another... wait a moment" Just as Paldak was about to grab another beer, the thunderstones catch his eye. "I can choose one of these?" Paldak asks while gesturing towards the thunderstone. "This may actually be useful to me, I'll take one." Pleased with his new find, Paldak resumes his quest to find one of his companions. For the moment, his attitude has improved greatly, no longer was he thinking about ways to prove his strength, instead he was pondering interesting uses for his new prize.
Paldak sighs, disappointed in himself. "I'll take a beer I guess." Upon being handed the beer, he cracks it open with his teeth, and drinks it completely in one go. Frustrated, he walks away and slams the empty bottle into a trash bin with enough force to shatter it. He doesn't bother to look around to see if anyone noticed. Having gotten his fill of carnival games, Paldak decides to go find one his new found companions and hopefully turn his day around.
I'm getting all the bad rolls out early :)
Paldak reaches into his belt pouch to fish out the 5cp. It's noticeably lighter after losing the arm wrestling wager. Just thinking about it brought a grimace to Paldak's face. Without a word he sticks the coins in the proprietor's hands and picks up the mallet while keeping his gaze locked on his target. Paldak takes a step towards the apparatus then gets into a slightly crouched stance before the tilted board. Then, without further hesitation, Paldak effortly hefts the heavy mallet overhead and brings it thundering down onto the raised platform.
As Paldak forces his swing downward, the torque causes his foot to slip, preventing him from being able to hit the target with his full power. Knowing it wasn't his best, Paldak slowly raises his glance to see his result.
Paldak sheepishly looks around to ensure that he didn't recognize any nearby faces that may have seen him arm wrestle. After a moment, convinced that no one would recognize him, Paldak walks up to the proprietor. "That's a fine weapon you have there. While I prefer to wield a falchion myself, it doesn't have that satisfying... crunch... when I crush my foes!" Paldak turns and eyes up the game apparatus, then glances back at the proprietor. "My name is Paldak. How do you play?"
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