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Runolf rose to his feet calmly, his lips pursed and holding the signal whistle he picked up back in Absalom. On guard in the early morning hours after a full night's rest, he was ready and expecting trouble. He readied the large pole-ax in front of himself, knowing that the wolves advance was inevitable.

He blew on the whistle, cheeks puffing out to full round circles, the shrill noise served to wake his sleeping companions and Hilda joined in with a lonesome howl to make it a duet.

She growled and lowered her head,standing her ground in defense of her pack, threatened by these vagabonds. Hilda circles the edges of the encampment, in preparation to flank the attackers.

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Perform(Wind): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6 DC 5 to raise the alarm, success!

Hilda will put 10 feet between herself and Runolf, off to one side, Runolf has his Bardich drawn and ready in-case the desperate wolves provoke an AoO

Fort Save Base +5 +5 Cold Weather Outfit: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28
Fort Save Base +5 +5 Cold Weather Outfit: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26
Fort Save Base +5 +5 Cold Weather Outfit: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27

Runolf and Hilda can fit in where-ever.

Looking like a 22 on that survival so far, thank you guys kindly!

Runolf walks and talks with Henry, keeping a vigilant eye on the goblins and also out for danger."That's mighty kind of you Henry. Tis my sister, Hilda." The white wolf's ears perk up at the mention of her name and she takes a momentary break from sniffing to lick Runolf's hand. He affectionately rubs the back of her neck in turn.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
Survival: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

Hilda Perception(Taking 10) :20

Runolf saunters out with a good-hearted belly laugh sporting the mysterious potion in his hand, the two tanglefoot bags already secure on his belt. He wanders over to the goblins and sets his sights on gathering the cargo to be ready to move once the fire was contained. He decides to try a different approach." Aye lads, it looks like they've ruined all the fun." He jests, referring to the flame." Signal Smignal, Let's get ready to get moving fellas."

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Diplomacy vs Gobs: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19

"Let the damn tower burn!" Runolf urged from where he poked his head out of the tower. The threat was defeated, the little bastards had probably started the blaze themselves, and the gob-stained ruins were surely of no value to the team. He instead leads Hilda in a search of the tower he's in for anything of value among the scrap while the others play fire brigade.
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Runolf Perception take 10 : 17

Hilda Perception take 10 : 20

Runolf leaps up the ladder, giving Hilda a glance and a shrill whistle as he goes. The signal is enough for Hilda and she begrudgingly remains at the base of the tower, pacing and whining as she waits for her friend to return.

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Runolf climbs the ladder as hastily as possible, and instructs Hilda to wait.

Runolf and Hilda make their way inside and do what they have to to reach the top where the fight is happening in time.

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idk if this is going to take a full round or what, if they can move and make an attack this round, feel free to roll for that.

Runolf makes his way to the door and does his best to burst the goblin-'construction'
"With me, Goblins!" The bearded man shouts, hoping to keep the cargo together. Hilda obediently bashes against the door simultaneously with Runolf
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Hilda Aid Another Str Check:(Success) : 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
Runolf Str Check (w/ Aid Another) : 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

Runolf scoffs at the rope, and sees the door straight in front of him. "Hilda!" He calls out to get the wolf's attention, followed by a shrill whistle that instructs his companion to move with him.

Bardiche in hand, Runolf lowers his head and puts all of his energy into covering the distance between the outcropping and the door of the tower, with the wolf outpacing him along the way. He pushes himself as close to the wall as possible, trying to make the inevitable attacks at him a little more difficult.
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Hilda's no climber, so we'll both use a full round action to run, and make it to the door of the tower. Hopefully the goblins down't have it locked up too tight. GM, is it an actual door or just an open archway of a ruined tower, inhabited by goblins? If it's not an actual door, I'd like to move Runolf and Hilda just inside, thanks.

DM, Henry Odira , Kaneka Kasuri

"I hope you don't mind that I ask, what's so striking about the Ulfen's that you would want them to be on your side?" asks Yenyen at Runolf.

The question struck the man as odd, but he did his best not to showcase that fact." To be honest Yen," he began modestly."it's not something that I've given much thought." And so he took a moment to do just that, he stared off into space and stroked the length of his braided red beard that hung to the center of his barrel-like chest. Hilda, clearly intrigued, tilts her head to the side as she observes her master. " I believe it's a matter of familiarity lass. With an Ulfen at your side, you usually have a good idea of what they can offer. We'll fight and drink and expletive! with the best of em." He declares in a roar, hefting his bardiche into the air slightly and offering a wink to Sverrir. "But it's ultimately just a matter of pride I believe. I've got nothing against any other creature or creed as long as they know how to do right down in their gut." Hilda perks up at Runolf's soliloquy and barks her agreement. The red-haired Ulfen is quick to chuckle and reward the wolf with a scratch behind her ear.

He gives Sverrir a nod as she slaps the map into his hand. He unravels it and gives it a once over before passing it down the line for his companions to see. " Anything of note that we're likely to run into between here and Harvest's End, apart from the lovely weather? Do those bloody Irrisien's have scouts out in force or anything of the sort?"

Runolf picks up some carnivore trail rations( 5 days) for Hilda before they depart

also, Still don't have access to view the map/ haven't recieved the faction mission.

thanks!

Runolf steps forward to the left of Malleck, flanked by the white wolf ever at his side."Merrymeet Sverrir. I see your team is already making ready to move." He speaks in a voice that is more gentle than you would expect from the fur covered 6-foot-6 man. Still, it is with confidence that the words roll off his tongue and the large pole-axe that he rests his weight on provides no indication of weakness."How many of the little devils are we looking at here?"

Okay, complete enough to get a post in character up, DM if you'd like to take a scan over my sheet and see what I'm missing/need to correct
I'm thinking there could be some issues with the stat block for Hilda.

Runolf stood silent as Valsin briefed the gathered individuals on the upcoming mission. His heart couldn't help but skip a beat as his mind raced, and Hilda, the large white wolf at his side picked up on the change in the Ulfen's demeanor. Perhaps out of maternal instinct, Hilda nudges the man's hand with her nose and offers her idea of a comforting lick to her companion. This would be the first "mission" the two would be taking on under the banner of the Pathfinders. Although they had what might be considered their fair share of adventure in surviving the wilderness of Golarion, Runolf felt in his bones that this would be the beginning of his story. How fitting it was that it would begin in the midst of whirling snow and icy air, just as the epics of his Ulfen ancestors. He exhaled deeply and patted the canine on the top of her head. Hilda, clearly satisfied, lays herself at the mountain of a man's feet.

He chuckled slightly, shaking off any nervous jitters and gave a thumbs up" Aye, Aye Cap. We'll deliver your package to you safe and sound enough. It won't be easy, we'll be crossing a disputed border between two warring countries—Irrisen and my home, the Lands of the Linnorm Kings. Getting too close to the actual border before you’re ready to cross will invite trouble. There is no easy way to cross the Iceflow River, which forms the border between the nations north of the mighty Rimeflow River, without attracting unwanted attention from Ulfen defenders who may not look kindly on goblins passing through their lands, trust me: You'll not be wanting to get on an Ulfen's bad side." He shares what he knows freely, and expects his new teammates to do the same if they are to be successful. "Now, to go buy a bit of rations before we set off. The winter never ceases in Irrisen, and so they have to import most foods from outside the borders. There are no crops or easily obtained foodstuffs except those gained through fishing and some hunting of migratory animals. Hilda and I will be happy to assist in bringing in fresh meat but the land and her bounty is fickle, and I'd hate to die frozen and on an empty stomach. "

Runolf turns to leave and Hilda confidently stands and follows him out the door. Both of them offer cheerful glances in the direction of Kasuri. The wolf even moves in for a closer sniff before scurrying out the door behind her master.

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Knowledge:Geography: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

Checking in, I had some technical issues over the last few days and had limited internet access.

I'll finalize the statistics, buy gear, and get a post up hopefully within the hour, thanks.

Here's bare bones of my 1st level Mad Dog Barbarian.

Runolf( "Red Beard" /" The Red Wolf" )

Str 14, Dex 14, Con 16 , Int 10, Wis ,12 Cha13
Base Atk +1; CMB +3; CMD 16
Feats Power Attack, Furious Focus
Traits Dirty Fighter, Nomadic
Skills Acrobatics, Handle Animal, Knowledge(Geography), Perception, Survival

He'll likely be using a two handed ax, Specializing in Flanking with his Wolf Companion

Coming along here, Joakim will have some pretty great saves against spells/spell like abilities

here's a halfling order of the paw cavalier (that I've yet to actually build) I'd like to play