Ragnar Skarr's page

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PFS: 12713-2
Faction: Grand Lodge
Day job: none

Like some of the others, Ragnar keeps pondering the riddle and its answer for a while, having expected a different kind of answer.

"And what kind of riddle is that?" Ragnar asks, somewhat amused but with his sword still ready to strike at the fox-man.

The hulking, threatening figure of Ragnar, greatsword in hand, moves in just behind Salena, ready to engage whatever is in the room.

Ragnar looks at the worm's carcass with satisfaction, a slow smile coming to his face. He moves forward and kicks some of the worm parts around, looking for anything of interest.
Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 19
"Yes, it definitely feels as if something is here, but we can't seem to find i for some reason," he agrees with Salena after a minute or so.

Ragnar easily harnesses his already existing anger at the birds to stoke his inner rage; his face turns red as he slashes at the worm with a mighty swing, attempting to cut it in two.
Attack, +power attack +rage +inspire courage: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25
Damage, +power attack +rage +inspire courage: 2d6 + 12 ⇒ (6, 2) + 12 = 20

Ragnar nods and leads the others towards the dancing lights, still sullen from his previous humiliation.

Ragnar follows the others, clenching his teeth and clearly brooding on his perceived humiliation. He says nothing for a long while.

Will save: 1d20 ⇒ 10
Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 7
Ragnar blinks as the light seems to blind him for a bit.

I think the whole Sylvan thing is a misunderstanding, the fish creature was hinted to speak Aquan.

Ragnar nods and heads towards the birds. "So listen, little guys. We need you. NOW. No whining and no delays - its either help us or bear the consequences. For instance," he moves and snatches a fishing pole from one of the birds' hands, "this fishing pole seems so fragile. I'd hate to see it break," he says while beginning to apply pressure to the rod. Faint cracking sounds can be heard.
Intimidate: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

Ragnar winces. "Does anyone have some magic spell that can help us communicate? If not, I'll go get one of those birds here to translate for us. By force if necessary."

Ragnar voices his opinion, "Yes, but let's clear this floor first, there are two other doors on the other side of the hallway."

Ragnar rolls his eyes at Kaylee's last question. "The girl has a point - why did he lock you up and take your form instead of just killing you?"
Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 10

Sighing, Ragnar moves forward and tries to break the lock open, first by bashing the lock with the pommel of his sword, and then simply grabbing the cage door and trying to pull it out of place while emitting a rising growl, but his efforts are not really successful.
Strength Check: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Ragnar gets up and walks to the burnt corpse of the fey creature. "A pity," he says as he nudges the remains with his boot, "she could have had a better end." He then proceeds to search the surroundings and the corpses for anything of value.

Will save: 1d20 ⇒ 15 Ragnar shakes his head as Kaylee seems to cast another spell on him. So many conflicting thoughts, he thinks to himself as the battle around him seems to rage. I just need some time to rest, and it'll all pass... He steps aside, drops his sword - the ring of steel on stone reverberates throughout the room - and sits down with his back to one of the walls.
Ragnar went out of rage once he started speaking, and he'll pass this round if you agree DM.

Sv. vs. Will: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
Ragnar's eyes seem to become blue as the spell takes over his mind. He nods to the fey creature and says, "Why would I attack you, m'lady. This was all a terrible misunderstanding. I am sorry for that." Retaining some of his own identity however, he adds, "Although they should have known better than to get so close to me." Nonetheless, he raises his voice to the others, "No more bloodshed! We can talk this through like civilized people. No need to act like barbarians!"

Ragnar advances into the room sword ready; as the creatures appear to want to fight, he can do little but oblige their request. He closes in with a couple of steps, then swings his sword at the first creature, his blood boiling with rage. His swing connects, decapitating the creature as his sword moves on flawlessly to deeply cut the second creature.
Attack, +rage+power attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26
Damage: 2d6 + 11 ⇒ (2, 3) + 11 = 16
Crit confirm, +rage+power attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
Damage: 2d6 + 11 ⇒ (5, 2) + 11 = 18
Cleave, attack+rage+power attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
Damage: 2d6 + 11 ⇒ (3, 1) + 11 = 15
The room appears to be painted with blood after Ragnar's swing, as the Taldan smiles, then looks forward to the next enemy, grunting at him.

Jaquilin gives a half-smile and shakes her head. "I never go shopping without my servants, but the people of this land look down on such privileges as owning slaves I'm afraid." she smiles as she is momentarily distracted from walking through this muck in her dress.

Ragnar looks at Jaquilin approvingly and adds his two copper pieces of advice. "Yes, but why should we care what the people of this miserable land think. If you want to own slaves, as I do, just do it. Lead them or be led by them."

At this news Jaquilin looks up and down Ragnar with one eyebrow raised in a confused and curious look behind her half-moon glasses. "You with a high-born woman? Oh, you must mean one of those posers like Taldor or Ustalav." she states with a wide grin "I would be very surprised if you could get anywhere near a high-born from the greatest nation in the world."

...but after Jaquilin's second remark, Ragnar becomes more reserved and his voice more threatening, "Careful with your words woman", he says slowly. "I'm a Taldan, and I don't like people who talk about my country like that. Especially not when they're not even human. And to the point, I've had my own share of highborn women. How should I put it - they are special in distinct ways... but it'd be a waste of time to explain it here."

And while speaking Ragnar moves to open the next door.

Ragnar chuckles at Kaylee's crude advances and almost hysterical narcissism, then answers back. "With you? Thanks, but no thanks. I do not take any woman to my bed - only those highborn enough, or exceedingly beautiful." He then moves on to sift through the various books and see if there's anything useful.
Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 14

Ragnar eyes Kaylee, "Love letters? What's the purpose of that? Does it make you feel better? I'd rather have the real thing - and unlike some others in our group here, I don't have to brag about it every five minutes.". He looks around to the others and says somewhat rudely, "If you're done investigating here, we can move on,". He moves towards one of the closed doors, and opens it once a couple of others are behind him.

"This area seems clear," Ragnar says and moves closer to examine the scroll fragment.

Bottom left, it's closest to where we entered the room. Added Ragnar there as well.

Ragnar continues to grumble for a while after the group leaves the birds. As they enter the storage chamber, he quickly considers the situation. "Let's clear this place before moving up, we don't want anything to surprise us," he says in a secure voice, then draws his sword and moves into one of the corridors, ready for anything.

Ragnar clenches his teeth as the birds insult him and appears ready to draw his sword. Only the intervention of the three ladies seems to stop him for a minute, as he moves away, leans on a wall, draws his sword and begins to sharpen it using a small whetstone he took out of his pocket. The grinding sound seems to help him relax, but on the other hand, his sword - an ugly but obviously effective piece of steel - is now visible to all.

And Kaylee: sure, Ragnar wouldn't be able to withstand Kaylee's charms were PFS more pvp. His methods are effective, though... sometimes.

While Kaylee continues to charm the birds into giving up the scroll, Ragnar wades over to them and snatches both fishing rods from their hands. "The scroll, or I'll break these," he says threateningly as he begins to bend them both in his hands. Unfortunately, he doesn't do a good job this time.
Intimidate: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Ragnar looks at Kaylee and the others in disbelief. "Are you seriously considering fetching a fish and get their scroll in return? Why not simply take it now? Less time wasted for all of us - and I'm sure our employers would appreciate that. The way I see it, they're only two and small. And," he adds after a glancing at the two creatues, "they don't seem very powerful."
Sorry for the slight derailment, Ragnar is a difficult guy to get along with!

Ragnar moves forward, ready to draw his weapon in any case he'll need it, answers with a thinly veiled threat. "You there. Yes, you creatures. I don't care about your fishing spot or your fish. We don't have time for such trifles now. Let's put it simply - answer our questions quickly or suffer the consequences.
Intimidate: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Ragnar nods to Kaylee who seems to have forgotten their past disagreements. "It's good to see you too Kaylee, I'm glad you're still with the Pathfinders," he says politely while returning the hug, although unable to mask his disapproval of Kaylee's sexual bluntness.

Ragnar listens to the conversation, then remarks, "With all due respect, Master of Scrolls, this job seems to be more fitting to a plumber than to a fighter. Since I respect you and your rank, I will follow your commands to the best of my ability however." He then turns to the others and says matter-of-factly "Let's move on, I'd rather get this done with as soon as possible."

Dot.

Fine for me, I'll hang around in this thread...

Thanks for GMing this scenario!

Ragnar goes out of rage, and looks quite surprised. "Umm... I didn't expect that to end that quickly..." He then turns around and doesn't really know what to say. Turning to the surviving tiger, he points out "I can try to take him or we can release him. It's a shame to kill such a noble beast if we can avoid it."

Ragnar has 10ft reach (and being enlarged that might extend even further) so he doesn't have to move from his position to hit both, and therefore he won't be endangered by Eponine's bomb.

And sorry Eponine (and N'Neka) for engaging against your will :( Ragnar was growing tired of the negotiations and the man's unsubmissive response kind of set him loose.

Ragnar shrugs and just says, "You got your choice and made it. Let's see now if you chose correctly". All of a sudden, the barbarian slashes at the man with his massive sword, which became even bigger as a result of the growth spell. Blood splashes across the room.
Attack+rage+power strike+growth: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27
Damage+rage+power strike+growth: 2d6 + 13 ⇒ (1, 2) + 13 = 16
And confirm crit:
Attack+rage+power strike+growth: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13
Damage+rage+power strike+growth: 2d6 + 13 ⇒ (5, 4) + 13 = 22
No crit I guess, and cleave to the tiger:
Attack+rage+power strike+growth: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12
Damage+rage+power strike+growth: 2d6 + 13 ⇒ (4, 6) + 13 = 23

And Ragnar unfortunately finished his daily rages...

Ragnar has been impressively containing his bloodlust so far, although in reality he is just waiting for the tiniest excuse before he can paint the room with red.

Ragnar enters the room and moves from the doorway. "Nice place you've got here Zamir. Shame to lose it all. I'm sure your pet tiger will get really sad once his daddy will lose his head. We'll give you one final choice. Either join us or have this," Ragnar nods at his already bloody greatsword. "It's as simple as that. This is your last chance to salvage something out of your miserable life. Choose wisely.
Intimidate: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
Upon any hostile movement by either the tiger or Zamir, Ragnar will drink Eponine's enlarge person extract. Thanks for the reminder!

"I'm sick of talking to this door. Let's move in and beat him up into submission," Ragnar says as he advances to the door and kicks it in.

Ragnar turns to Eponine, "Who said he won't be allowed to ever use a slave? That won't make him likely to join us. Slavery is a part of the world and while we are not going to open up this discussion, it's obviously not going away anywhere anytime soon."

Ragnar then turns to the door, "Whatever your stance is, I am sure we can be flexible with our terms and reach an agreement without more bloodshed; if you'd disagree this friendly offer, based on the blood trail leading here I'd say I'm quite sure it'd be your blood which will be spilt. Don't end your life here, you could do better than dying in such a s!@#hole!"
Intimidate: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

Ragnar goes out of rage.
Taking a breath after the short battle, Ragnar calls out again. "Zamir! Enough of these games, your henchmen and underlings are no challenge. Come face us like a man!"
Before moving on, Ragnar will examine the statue's weapons.

Ragnar raises his voice as he readies himself for another battle. "Zamir! Come out and talk to us!" As Eponine's firebomb flies next to him and directly hits the statue, Ragnar releases his own rage and slashes at the statue. Woodchips fly everywhere as his sharp sword cuts deep into the animated creature. Grinning, Ragnar takes a step back to allow someone to flank the statue.
Attack,+rage+power attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
Damage,+rage+power attack: 2d6 + 12 ⇒ (5, 4) + 12 = 21

Ragnar moves into the room, looking around for anything interesting. He then steps up to the statue and examines the weapons in its hands without touching them.
Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

If the answer to Eponine is not positive, Ragnar will try himself:
"Zamir! Zamir! You probably didn't hear what happened because your guards died so fast they couldn't even make a sound before choking on their own blood! Corpses of your other men who were stupid enough to try and stop us litter the courtyard above as well. You have two options. You can either join us and our organization and continue to live and prosper in your business. I highly recommend you choosing this option. On the other hand, you can try to fight us, although so far your men's record hasn't been the best, to say the least - you have eight dead, while none of us is even injured! Ha! You know what, I'm feeling good today so I'm even willing to balance the odds in your favor a bit - come fight me out here, man to man!"
Intimidate: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
...and the entire speech became totally unconvincing.

Ragnar laughes as he easily dodges the feeble blows, then slashes again at one of the bandits, cutting a deep wound before moving to the second and literally decapitating him.
Attack+rage+power strike: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
Damage+rage+power strike: 2d6 + 12 ⇒ (6, 5) + 12 = 23
If the first one hit, then cleave to the second:
Attack+rage+power strike: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
Damage+rage+power strike: 2d6 + 12 ⇒ (2, 6) + 12 = 20
Crit confirm (probably unnecessary)
Attack+rage+power strike: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
Damage+rage+power strike: 2d6 + 12 ⇒ (6, 2) + 12 = 20
If both are dead, Ragnar goes out of rage.
Literal fountains of blood splashes around the large man, who turns aside to the slaves. "You're all free - tell whoever you meet that Ragnar Skarr saved your miserable skins and spread the news about what just happened here. Now go!"

Ragnar moves ahead to get a better look at the insolent bandits. "I couldn't care less about these slaves around here, but people who speak to me like this will pay."
That being said, Ragnar swings his sword at one of the bandits, but misses completely - not encouraging considering his own strong words. Cursing, he resumes a defensive position.
Attack,+power strike: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Ragnar cleans his sword on the dead monk's corpse, swiping at least some of the blood. "Down seems the way to go next. Let's not waste time and head down there."

Ragnar moves straight ahead, trying to outpace the remaining monk and catch him before he runs away. "Surrender now or be cut into two like your friends around!"

"Move away from the entrance, let us all come in!," Ragnar shouts as the sounds of battle begin coming from inside.