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"I've no objection ta a middle night watch."

"Yer worried 'bout wha time 'o day yer headin' into a bunch 'o caves 'cause 'o bein' able ta see? Far as I kin tell, I'll be tha only one what doesn't need light 'o some kind down there. Didn't think ye fairies had developed tunnel vision."

Reidog shrugs. "Restin's fine by me, goin's fine by me. No need fer hurryin'."

"Mebbe a sign tha' cave's gunna be chock full 'o creepy crawlies"

Kicking the stirge off the path, he drops his axe back in its loop and starts trudging down the trail again.

Reidog bats the sitrge away with his shield and follows up with an axe swing.

Axe: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
Damage?: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Reidog takes up a position 5' away from Fergus and takes an angry swing at a stirge, frustrated with himself for missing on his previous attempt.

Axe,PA,Inspire: 1d20 + 4 - 1 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 4 - 1 + 1 = 19
Damage?,PA,Inspire: 1d10 + 3 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 3 + 2 + 1 = 14

...Reidog completes his charge.

Axe,Charge: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 2 = 12
Damage?: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

"Ye durn skeeter, bird lookin' things! Didn't yer learn yer lesson afore?"

Drawing his axe, Reidog charges forward.

Wasn't this cave only an hour away? This is the most violent forest ever... Shall we just kill these stirges?

As fas as I know, nobody else speaks Gnoll, making the issue moot. That is why three of us agreed to walk into the woods and go around them

Reidog grunts. "Evicted from thar home, eh? I kin relate ta that. If they durn't want help, well, good fer them 'n' fer us. T'would be nice ta know tha nature o' tha threat, though."

Shaking his head at their failure to gather information, he allows his shield arm to relax.

"Think we kin jus go around 'em through tha woods, then?:

Reidog looks around in confusion, unsure exactly what is going on. The gnolls weren't attacking yet. That was certainly a good thing.

Their injuries did provide a tactical advantage if it came to that, but it seemed the the oelf was making some headway with negotiations.

Hearing Fergus call back from his slightly forward position, then Naji's statements, Reidog feels the need to chime in. "I'm all fer goin' round, if thar's an option fer that, but Fergus has a point. A little sugar goes a long way ta makin' sure they don't have a change 'o heart soon as our backs're turned.

If yer can get them ta let Fergus heal up tha leader there, might be he'll be grateful, like."

"That's a lot of gnolls. Mebbe we can turn around 'n take a different path?

We got good steel, but we can only guard in so many directions, 'n they'll jus surround us."

Reidog holds his shield ready, but carefully keeps his hand away from his axe.

Reidog pauses as he studies his new companion, "Yer do seem a good sort, Fergus, though I fear ye be tha exception ta tha rule.

As ta tha farmers 'n' such, that jes compounds tha sins 'o yer leaders. Plenty 'o orcs what're farmers, cooks, 'n smiths. Might even live out a peaceful life if thar shamans weren't whippin' 'em inta battle frenzy."

Settling down into as much of a silence as he is capable of, Reidog continues the long trek to their destination.

Reidog snorts. "Shows yer ain't been taught yer history. You humans're always stirrin' up one war or another. Nevermind what other races might get caught up in yer foolishness.

Me ancestral home lies under a volcano now thanks to yer kind, 'n' I ain't seen nothin' ta tell me that tha current crop o' warmongerin' humans're any different."

"Har! Pilgrims doin' somthin' useful?! That'll be somethin' ta see."

Reidog falls in step with the others, glad to be back to the business at hand. When he gets a chance to walk next to Jebeddo for a moment, he finally decides to answer the hanging question.

"Thought we decided ta keep the caverns ta ourselves. Seems like it worked out, but tellin' a bunch o' cave-stealin' pilgrims about hidden temples 'ill just get 'em thinkin' bout gold statues.

I don't wanna have ta be cleavin' me way through a bunch o' stinkin' wretches ta be gettin' out wit' whatever plunder as we might find."

"Aye! Prolly so. No place that goodly folk like yer would wanta go."

Reidog fixes Jebeddo with decidedly meaningful stare.

Reidog gives Fergus a nod of approval as he approaches. "Oh, Aye, 'n' good that yer did. Yer suspicion o' tha fella t'were right dwarf-like.

One less shapechanger in tha world."

His gaze falls on the pilgrims again, and his face scrunches up as if he had just bit into a lemon. "Only thing worse'n a shapechanger 's a pilgrim. Pilgrims 'n' refugees... Show 'em one kindness 'n' soon ther kickin' yer outta yer own home after takin' all yer gold ta boot."

Watching Therion search the corpse, he calls out, "Therion! Yer should leave anythin' he got fer them as t'were hurt by 'im"

Fergus turns back to the pilgrims on the road. "He ran for a reason...I sensed evil in him but was he cursed or in disguise? As Talenvere stated this will hopefully cease the falling of your brothers and sisters."

Grunting in response, Reidog narrows his eyes and scans the pilgrims while running a thumb along the edge of his axe.

The whole lot of them might be more shapeshifters or worse. Nothing good ever came out of pilgrims, especially ones devoted to a dead god.

Coughing up some phlegm, Reidog spits on the ground, then regards his teammates. "Time ta be movin' on, innit?"

Bringing his axe down in an overhead chop, Reidog removes Brother Mathias' head.

As he wrenches the axe out of the soil, he kicks the head away. Looking around, he shrugs. "Durn shapechangers... better ta be sure, I says."

Growling, Reidog sets to work and tries to chop the creature's legs.

Axe,PA: 1d20 + 4 - 1 ⇒ (8) + 4 - 1 = 11
Damage?: 1d10 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 2 = 9

This is ROUND 1. The GM has clearly indicated that it is Akeirin's turn to act.

I am guessing you meant to put that in the Gameplay thread :)

Putting the GM's Rolls in order:

Jebeddo - Initiative: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21
Therion - Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
Talenvere Initiative: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21
Fergus - Initiative: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20
Reidog - Initiative: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18
Naji - Initiative: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14
Third - Intiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12
Akeirin - Initiative: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Bhut (Brother Mathias) -- Initiative: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

BOLD have not acted yet

"By the Stone!"

Reidog charges in, axe swinging.

Charge, if able. Otherwise double move into range

Are we following strict initiative order, or will we be using block initiative?

FYI: Here is a sample combat block that I like to use in my games (where I use block initiative). I find that it helps players to understand what is happening and whose turn is next.

Happy to play with any system you choose.

Round 1
BOLD may act

Reillana -9
Squint/Ulyi
Celia -3
Barkot -4
Paeral -15 Needs a Fort save
Grey -8
Ayala
Orange

Initiative?

Reidog: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13

Reidog hangs back near the pilgrims. He does ready shield and axe, but remains ready to protect the pilgrims or to stop an unknown threat from the pilgrims.

Stopping with his hands crossed, Reidog shakes his head. "They always turn tail"

Looking up to the mounted man, he asks. "Care ta show us what yer horse kin do, Tallenvere?"

Finally hearing some of what is going on, Reidog starts stalking back in to the group.

"Rust and ruin! Iffn yer think he's up ta no good, jes turn his pockets out 'n' be done wit' it. All this talkin' ain't gettin' us anywhere."

Reidog is drawing close with a hand out, clearly intending to grab the man

Completely oblivious to the sub-tone of the encounter, Reidog continues waiting from a short distance down the path, mumbling under his breath.

"We've things ta be about. What're ye doin' sittin' round talkin' ta a bunch 'o humans fer. Probably plottin' yet another war. Don't let their soft skin fool ye none!"

Reidog snorts loudly. "Pity. May be he coulda stopped tha Cataclysms. Too bad he got lost."

Reidog pays the pilgrims no more attention as he continues trudging up the road. (Though he will wait impatiently if the other choose to stop and talk with them).

Reidog's entire purpose is to be the shield wall. Being up front next to Fergus, where we can position ourselves to keep the nasties away from the casters, especially as the only party member with darkvision (I think).

My suggestion for 2x2 is:
Reidog - Fergus
Akeirin - Therion
Naji - Jebeddo
Talenvere - Third

This protects the wizards while still giving them a view of the battlefield, keeps the buffers near the majority of the party, and allows the more maneuverable melee types to move around the sides once the situation is clear.

Putting his axe away, Reidog harrumphs. "Silly bugs. Durden't even give us a little bit 'o fun."

With a nod of acknowledgement to Jebeddo, he grunts, "Good work there. Yer been seein' these bugs afore?"

As he talks he continues in the direction of the caves.

Reidog stops and holds out his shield while drawing his axe. "Thos're some might big... bugs? Think they'll leave us alone?"

He readies to attack if one gets near.

Hefting his shield, Reidog grumbles. "If yer gonna spend all day talkin' about exploring, instead 'o actually doin' some exploring, I think I'll head back over ta tha bar there. Never did finish me breakfast."

He turns and takes half a step, then changes his mind. "Bah! Ye'll more than like have no trouble catchin' up ta me."

Pivoting once again, he start heading toward the door.

"Aye, tha first entrance 's good as any. Mebbe we should take tha long way around though, ta make sure we ain't bein' followed?"

Akeirin smiles a little sheepishly.

"If truth be known Master Reidog, I would value your assistance in supplying myself for a...delve. Pitons you say. Interesting. I am to find general supplies, and will return hence."

Elton - can I dispense with roleplaying purchases so as to move on to the Caves?

Reidog shrugs. "Well, iffn yer lookin' ta be fully prepared, sometimes yer needs ta do some climbin', and if there ain't place to put a grapple, pitons'll do.

Though, with all this steel around, a climb like that'd be more like ta kill us than help us. Ye'll need on 'o them little rock hammers too, most like. A crowbar could be good fer bypassin' locks 'n' such."

"Caves of Chaos, eh? Sounds ominous. Prolly accomodatin' fer somethin'. Well, I got rope 'n' grapple. Hope we duren't need pitons.

You topsiders'll need light, water, mebbe food if we're down there a bit. Otherwise, how do ye plan fer Chaos, eh?"

Each of the described personality traits are a mechanic that would make it less likely to convert others to...

I like to think of interesting ways to convert a set of numbers into a personality. Sometimes they work, sometimes they don't.

Peering at the mug skeptically, and at Fergus, Reidog waits until Fergus takes his sip.

"Aye! Mighten' be ye gots a little rock dust in ye." Tilting his head back and quickly swallowing half of the mug, Reidog lets out a loud belch.

Looking back and forth, Reidog finds it difficult to maintain any pique, though he knows the other shoe will drop soon enough. Turning back to Naji, he waits for more information.

"So, then, ye mentioned some tunnels. P'rhaps yer needin' more than one good blade?"

Sure, that's one way to do it. Disinterested taciturn silence is another (though hardly fun).

I had already planned to make Reidog loud and abrasive (though in a loveable way). The roll just took the loveable out of it.

Once everyone gets to know each other, maybe he'll warm up a bit.

To the many blessing of Moradin. May your ax stay sharp and your shield never break! He finishes off his mug and puts it on the table. He turns to the priest that was speaking to see what they decide.

Reidog is rendered speechless by the friendly response. He is fairly certain that he isn't being mocked and feels obligated to honor the toast.

Without really looking, he reaches out to a nearby table and picks up a cup sitting in front of one of the patrons. Raising the cup in toast, he swallows it, then grimaces as the hot tea scalds his tongue.

Attempting to hide his displeasure, he simply closes his mouth and waits to see what else might happen.

Thanks for taking us on, this seems like it could be a lot of fun!

Just to give my in-character posts a bit of context: I know that there is no competition for spots, but Reidog doesn't, and well.... 5 charisma.... If you dislike the character, I guess I'm doing a good job. :)

"though the blade of the axe looks new . . .."

Stroking the head of the axe as he sets it in place on his back, Reidog gives a self-satisfied smile. "Don't ye worry none 'bout me axe. Good Blessedstone steel dunna notch as easy as yer human-forged weapons."

The last is said with an obvious air of disdain, just as the human and half-human speak up about their desire to join. Suddenly seeing that there might be some competition - not to mention competition that could reasonably keep him from following - his tone becomes a bit more diplomatic.

"Aye, 'n' this axe were given ta me by me Pa just afore I left tha tunnels. Served me time on the front ranks down in tha tunnels, though it gets a mite... boring... at times. Ain't seen anythin' scarier'n a bugbear in years."

Sneering at Fergus, he derisively asks, "Ain't yer kind done enough damage ta tha tunnels?". Realizing that might not be the best tact, he nods to Naji, "No offense, of course", while his expression clearly indicates that the offense was intended.

"Well, what say ye? Put a wall 'o good Blessedstone steel in front 'a ya, 'er take one 'o these dark-blinded Worldenders?"

Ah, ok. I wasn't confused after all, I just thought I was confused.

I'll switch back to the chainmail. in that case.

Reidog is complete and ready for review.

Suddenly, from the area of the bar, an extremely loud "HAR!" startles the patrons.

You look up to see a burly dwarf in scale mail finishing off a mug of ale. He slams the mug down, spilling a few drops onto the large shield lying on top of the bar and blocking anyone from sitting in the two chairs next to him.

Wiping up the spilled drops off of the glowing boulder painted on the shield with a finger and licking them off, the dwarf then proceeds to loudly suck some foam off of his dirty blonde moustaches. Or maybe they are blonde and dirty, you can't be sure.

"By Moradin's bearded arse! The lot 'o ye are adventurers? Har! A coupla fairies, a world-ender, 'an whatever that masked thing is? At least ye gots a gnome along ta give yerselves some respectability, but yer still sure ta get run out by tha first kobold ye meet."

Grabbing the shield and the huge double axe propped against the two stools on the other side of him, he stands up.

"Well, I'm in tha mood fer a bit 'o amusement. Think I might just follow you lot ta see what comedy ye kin get up ta!"

Walking up to the party, the sweetly sick stench of stale ale wafts off him. You stop wondering why nobody complained about him taking up so much space at the bar.

"Well then. Reidog Blessedstone's tha name. Where 'r' we off ta?"

Reidog Blessedstone wrote:

How are we doing starting gold?

max 1st level, everyone else rolled for theirs.

I got confused by this for a moment.

By "max 1st level", were you referring to HP? I read it at first as Max Starting Gold, but since everyone else is rolling...

Gold: 5d6 ⇒ (3, 2, 4, 6, 2) = 17

I'll need to edit my equipment a bit.

Edit: Easy enough, just swapped Chainmail for Scale mail

Will have opening post up within the hour

How are we doing starting gold?