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Sabola was rubbing his bruises and scars, which was all that remained of his mortal wounds now that he had been healed. He observed the actions of his companions, especially Kaede, and observed, "so that got interesting, really quickly."
Sabola slumped to the ground. He was in incredible pain, but there was still an opponent on the field, even if she was acting like she was done. Sabola spit out some blood, his broken ribs grated together. He put away his daggers and drew his saps. He struggled to his feet and approached Ekira, "say it, you're done, let's hear it." It hurt to stand, but falling would hurt more.
How long have we been playing? I played in your Alternity Borderolle's Destiny game, That was, ummm, 2000?
You Kickstarted Thunderscape too right? Isn't that where I caught up with you again? Is it a bad AP?
There's that Thunderscape AP!
Alternity!
Can't escape Barrier Peaks! It even showed itself in Living Greyhawk. The comparison is very fair however, I'll give you that without spoilers.
Arodric, as someone playing it now, Iron Gods is fine. I chose to play a bit of a technophobe, so I could avoid caring about learning the technology rules. This strategy has worked brilliantly! I've never even touched a laser gun or chainsaw sword. Try viewing the tech as reflavored magic and give it a go.
So, ummm, Iron Gods, is that set in stone, or might you run something else? Giantslayer maybe?
Sabola's pain as bad, but e fight was still on. With a good flanking opportunity against the demon, Sabola knew to take advantage of it. The blood steaming from his cuts obscure his vision, but he slashed out three times.
Hasted attack
Sabola knew he had struck the demon, but he didn't know how hard.
Can't say as I have ever heard the term "Upstate SC" before, hahaha. Well, predictions for us range from 18-24 inches in general, with some outlying estimates going higher. Yep, I'll get something up.
We (the good citizens of Virgina and several other mid-Atlantic states) are expecting a monstrous storm, the likes of which we haven't seen since 1922. We're not Buffalo, NY or Denver, CO who get this stuff all the time. This is not the norm for us. I give it decent odds that we'll lose power, and thus internet, so it may be a few days before I can post. Fear not, I have stacks of firewood, and the ability to cook over the fire, so we're not going to freeze or starve in my family.
Sabola saw the hideous creature appear and the darkness arrive. "I don't know what it is, but it's ugly!" Sabola moved past Hedda and got right up to the creature, drawing his cold iron daggers as he moved.
Oh, I've got 25+ aliases myself, so I get that, but many of them are for games that hardly got off the ground.
I never questioned it! Poor Sabola here has played in, ummm, three different games! One gets tired of expending the energy to come up with new and exciting characters, subject to the vagaries of different GM's rules (different point buy, roll dice, etc) only to get into games that go nowhere.
I had been in an excellent Giantslayer game, but the GM had some IRL issues. I was also in a Mummy's Mask game, that was just too slow, so the group folded. Had several other games going too, that folded for various reasons, mostly the GMs couldn't dedicate the time to them. Had a Throne of Night (Drow) game, ALMOST get started, hahaha.
I'm in your two. I am in three that are running a bit slow: Wrath of the Righteous, Iron Gods (which had been moving along, but has slowed recently), Legacy of Fire. I am running two: Way of the Wicked, and Skull and Shackles.
I was in a Giantslayer game that died, and still want to play the character I had going in it. I didn't see any actual Hell's Vengeance recruitments, just the two from the guy trying to run a prelude to Hell's Vengeance, with NPC classes and such. I'll check again.
"Well, they said that, but of course they would say that. One cannot be sure, but really, it doesn't sound like the various stories that link them to the crime add up either."
Action 2 Sabola responded, "A trap? Why Kaz, I'm surprised at you. Of course it's a trap, but knowing that, we can go into this a little bit smart. There have been several other notes right? Might I suggest we compare the handwriting in the various notes, to try and determine some of the veracity of this?"
Action 2 Sabola looked at the body to discern its condition...
...and learned nothing. "Now, now, let's all be calm," interjected Sabola, as he laid his hand on Arodric's and stepped forward. "There is surely a rational explanation here, and one that doesn't require name calling and accusations. I am certainly no expert in forensics, but I do know a man can't be in two places at one time. However unlikely of a witness he might seem on Kazmuk's behalf, Torben Sacha has watched our every move for the last hour, and is fully aware that this horrid deed was not committed by any of us, as it looks relatively recent to my novice eye."
Action 1 Sabola greeted the others and upon hearing Kaede's query he responded, "They are well fed and well cared for. Naturally they claim innocence. The male dwarf said hey came to investigate a Sarkorian ruin and were arrested in their beds on their second night here. He didn't know much about the murders, and were actually in their rooms at the time of the second murder. That might be a decent alibi if we can confirm it. They haven't fought anyone, and have made no attempt to escape. Apparently Tobia Luin received a letter that identified them as the murderers, which was the first time they came under suspicion." Sabola had been ticking items off on his fingers as he related them, one finger remained standing. He stared at intently at the errant finger, "Oh right, and they are all worried about being executed." He lowered the last finger. He considers his companions, "What have you learned?" Action 2 Sabola considered the missing dagger before announcing, "so, ummm, if that item shows up quillons-deep in a body, might I suggest that none of us claim any association with it? Even better, might I suggest you discard your empty scabbard at the earliest discrete convenience, and stop wearing it right now?" Action 3 Sabola stepped forward and bared his teeth a bit more than usual. He looked at the young whelps, "life is all about choices. I advise that you choose to be elsewhere and not threaten your betters. It's just advice though, your call." Sabola pulls forth his two saps and commences limbering up with them. "Shall we agree to keeping the injuries as nonlethal ones?"
Action 1 Sabola's intoxicated act had been convincing enough to get him locked up in the drunk tank near the Pathfinders, but when one of them tried checking on him, the jerk guard was having none of it. Sabola decided that he could wait, and besides sleep is what most people expected drunks to do anyways. Sabola slept, but only for a couple hours. His internal clock woke him up in the darkest hour of the night, well before daybreak. Sabola looked around. His Orc eyes could see fine in the dark, as could those of the dwarf that had spoken to him earlier. Sabola tossed a few stones at the dwarf, who was sleeping nearby. Finally, the dwarf roused and looked at Sabola. Sabola placed his fingers over his lips to silence the dwarf, and mouthed the word "friend" in common. It took a few minutes, but the two developed a method to communicate in the dark by spelling out letters with their fingers in the dust. Sabola wrote "friend of Pathfinders, what happened? What is truth?"
It took a while, but finally Sabola knew as much as the dwarf was seemingly willing to tell a stranger, so Sabola ended with, "sleep now, in morning I go out and try to prove you innocent." Finally, he wiped the whole are clear of their writing, and added some boot prints to cover it up. Sabola went back to sleep, and on the morn the guards released him, keeping a portion of his coin equivalent to the fine for public drunkenness. As he pocketed his possessions, Sabola gave the dwarf a long stare and a wink before turning and walking out into the late morning sun. "Now to find the others," he thought.
I'm in prison with the Pathfinder's right? I'll get a post up, where I query them a bit, without telling them who we are.
Sabola's week off Sabola awoke, briefly confused at his surroundings. "Right, the temple, they let me stay here last night." Sabola had wanted to be away from the barracks and the others, and nowhere else made sense as a place he would feel comfortable. So he had implored the local clergy, and given his history and willingness to work for his board, he was allowed to stay. He performed his morning deviotionals and set about making the repairs and cleaning that were his ticket to a meal and a dry bed for the day. Breakfast was plain, but warm, just like he remembered from his youth. The discussions were the same old theological ones he remembered. Only the voices had changed, as even the furnishings seemed universal. After the noon meal, Sabola secured some alone time with Thaedrus, one of the more senior members of the clergy. Sabola unburdened his soul to Thaedrus. He told about the recent mission, his doubts, the deaths of the crusaders, and the many infirmities he experienced on the trail. "But she carried you though all of this, did she not," queried Thaedrus. "I suppose so, but my contributions seemed small compared to the others. The enemies are mighty and mythical, and my powers are mundane. How can I compete with that?" Thaedrus considered the question, "have you prayed to Her and asked this question?" Sabola sheepishly responded "no, you are the first to whom I have expressed these concerns." Thaedrus nodded, "indeed, shall we join together in prayer?" Sabola nodded and the two knelt at the small wooden altar in Thaedrus' apartments. After 20 minutes of praying, which consisted of equal measures of formulaic dogma and situational supplication. When they finished, Sabola felt refreshed, but the light he saw in Thaedrus' gray eyes told him that the old priest had also felt something during their ministrations. "May I see your blades Sabola," Thaedrus asked. Without a word, Sabola showed his weapons to Thaedrus. "Yes, indeed, the very ones, most interesting. Would you mind if I borrowed these for a few days? I assure you that I will return them before your week here expires." That was five days ago, and Sabola as planning on leaving the next morning, to have a day to get back into the rhythm at the barracks before his duty time started again. Thaedrus came to Sabola in the rock garden shortly into the second hour after the noon meal. Sabola had been raking the garden, an activity that comforted him greatly. "Sabola, you are leaving soon, are you not?" "Tomorrow morning, if it pleases," Sabola responded. "Then my timing is perfect, I place these back into your custody." Thaedrus plucked the two blades from inside his robes and presented them back to Sabola. "The mundane eye will find no change to your weapons, but..." "The balance, the sharpness, they're exquisite," Sabola interrupted. "They are the same, but better. What happened?" Thaedrus smiled, "Your senses serve you well, most would not be able to feel the difference. We have enchanted them, to better enable you in Her service." Sabola looked back at Thaedrus, "they're magic now?" Sabola juggled them briefly, and balanced the one on the tip of the other. "How can I repay you?" Thaedrus laughed, "by continuing your quest of course. She needs you, and we are just enabling your efforts. Do please stop by and see me when you are back from your next task." Sabola teared up and thanked Thaedrus. He joined the clergy for the evening meal,and packed his goods before bed that night. The next morning, he performed his devotional with his blades, and was more confident than ever. "Whatever challenge awaits, these blades will see me through," thought Sabola. He shouldered his burden, and headed back to the barracks.
Prison sounds great! I'd like to have my "good" gear in the hands of my compatriots though. Prefer to get captured and imprisoned just carrying the minimum.
Hahaha, yes, well. So, it's an amazingly good scenario, and one that I completely enjoyed playing with what turned out to be the PERFECT character for the scenario. I'm willing to play it, but let me lay out the problem: 1) This is a "talky talky" module
I recommend one of the others jack up their talky skills, and I sit this portion out.
Question: Is this 5-22 "Scars of the Third Crusade?"
Level 5 Sabola posted, but I didn't fix my dice macros or mini stat lines yet.
Excellent, then I'll take 2! When dual wielding then, I should be at +7 to hit and 1d4+5 damage on each hand.
I was going to make my two cold iron daggers be +1, but Cold iron has that 2000gp "surcharge" for becoming magic, so I'll just get my main hand one made magic I suppose. +1 to hit and damage on main hand (+1 weapon)
What am I supposed to be doing about gear? I'll post my full statblock in my profile once I figure that out.
Well, Rogue is a parent class for Slayer, so that choice "usually results in redundant abilities" per the ACG, so I'll pass on that. Fighter, hmmm, no, I'll pass. Very well, Unchained Rogue it is. This, I believe is my progression: +5 HP (class)
+11 Skill Points (8 Class, +2 Int, +1 background)
Feat: Double Slice
+1d6 sneak attack (5th level rogue) Skill Unlock: Knowledge (religion) (5th level rogue)
Hey all, so I'm back in country and on the net. I guess I have a couple turns to catch up on, and I need to level up Sabola. At last check, I guess that Fabian didn't like the idea of Barbarian-Rogue, so any suggestions on what I should do for my next level instead of Barbarian?
I believe Sabola's 5th level will be Unchained Bsrbarian. The Rage for unchained works differently, and specifically works well with a Des based build, so it seems like a good fit.
I too am good with whatever, but remember I'm outta here tomorrow, and cannot guarantee I can be back to posting until 4 Jan.
Sabola watched as Arodric struck down the winged demon. "I guess we showed them huh?"
The schir having been dispatched, Sabola turned to face the dretch that had attacked him.
His daggers flashed in the light, and slung demon blood around, but only one of them hit their mark and sunk into the creature's hide. Sabola moved slowly towards the Vrock.
Round 4 Sabola continued to slash at the the brimorak...
Again his first blade struck the creature hard, but he missed with the second... ...nevertheless, the damage was done, and the creature fell at his feet. "Let's go get the other ones," he directed. ...the creatures blood spurted out, and his strike had made the creature disoriented.
@Kaede: the brimorak is NOT down due to Sabola's attack so you may want to revisit your action...
Round 4 Sabola saw Hedda's large body fall to the ground. "That's a shame, I hope she makes it," he muttered as he looped slightly to the south and got into a position to flank with Kaede, the magic from his boots helping him to get in safely.
+5 with daredevil boots Sabola got in under the brimorak's guard and slashed out with his cold iron daggers.
His first blade struck the creature hard, but he missed with the second... ...nevertheless, the damage was done, and the creature fell at his feet. "Go get the other one, I will help Hedde," he directed. ...the creatures blood spurted out, and his strike had made the creature disoriented.
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