Talryn Ironflesh's page

Yessir, Talryn Ironflesh was pretty damn active up to and after his death.

Talryn will follow the man till hes alone, or atleast appears to be.

"I like that plan."

So lets grab him while hes on night watch, brutally murder him and leave him for the others to find.

"The Caravan "Guard" sounds most convenient. Goes on an expedition and doesn't come back. We dispose of him outside the city limits."

"Brothels have a good history of being valuable information sources. I would recommend that path."

Talryn places a handful of gold coins on the counter.

"Get better alcohol. Even as it is, the place could be a bit more welcoming to potential clients."

"Nice place."

Talryn busys himself with getting his room to look just right. It gives off a very spartan vibe. A weight set and training dummy form.

And then a bird cage appears complete with a songbird within.

Just been working my butt off lately. Sorry.

"Day is fine. The more witnesses the better."

"No. They broke. They know the price of betraying the Mandrigal. The others will know the price of such acts whether they see it or hear of it."

That wasn't clear for me from Vivians speech

Jo makes a disappointed face - bloodshed...well, that depends on Korak and talryn

Talryn cracks his neck.

"Fine by me. Not the first time I've had to make sure someone never talked. This is just taking measures to make sure operatives don't break again."

"How's the security on the Guardhouse? Will this be a big deal or short and quick?"

Talryn is surprised by the gift.

"I uh...thanks Chimon. Here let me give you my necklace. Hopefully you won't need it but who knows right? My way of looking out for you even if I'm not there." Talryn says somewhat awkwardly but insists.

Sniffing stoically, he puts on the new necklace.

Atleast I think it's a necklace.

"If we ever have a minute, I'll leave a prayer for you at a temple of Abadar."

Talryn contemplates thoughts of friendship.

Talryn pats Chimon on the back.

"If any profitable ventures come up give us a call. Or if you need someone's headcracked."

"Try not to get too wild Chimon."

"A hot meal sounds good though. I wonder if Jo has the guts for Qadiran foods." Talryn says with a chuckle.

Talryn watches, amused.

"I wonder if any more of those cultists are going to pop out of the sands again..."

"Mm." Talryn grunts and ties up the archer after taking his gear.

"Cute, but we only need one of you alive. Make a case for yourself." Talryn stares at the ranger on the ground, shield poised for further bashing,

Talryn attempts to pummel the ranger into the sand again.
Shield Slam: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (2) + 17 = 19

Damage: 1d8 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

Unless these rangers have Clustered Shots, my damage reduction applies against both those arrows from Manyshot.
Talryn's wounds close as he moves to engage another enemy.

Lay on Hands: 3d6 ⇒ (5, 3, 1) = 9
4 more today

He moves with incredible speed above the Ranger that shot him and attempts to piledrive him into the sand as well.

Hasted Movement 70, move above the ranger before attacking to shield slam into the sand.

Shield Slam: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (5) + 17 = 22

Damage: 1d8 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

2H Shield Bashing: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (4) + 18 = 22
Damage: 1d8 + 14 ⇒ (3) + 14 = 17

Attack 2: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (19) + 18 = 37
Damage: 1d8 + 14 ⇒ (3) + 14 = 17

Attack 3: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (14) + 13 = 27
Damage: 1d8 + 14 ⇒ (8) + 14 = 22

Talryn raises his shield and slams it down. Then he does it again. And again.

"Clearly you are no match for us, let alone me. Would you like to rethink your statement or do you value his life so little?"

Talryn ends the use of Bane and instead rushes one of the rangers.

Quick Runner's Shirt to get 40 feet closer, then charge a ranger.

Charge from above!: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (14) + 17 = 31
Damage: 1d8 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

Shield Slam into the Ground!: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (15) + 17 = 32

Assuming I succeed at slaming one of the rangers into the dirt...

"Give up now or your friend dies."

Eh, lets make things interesting.

"This is taking too long. I'm going to go beat it to death. Jo, Chimon, can I get some support magic?"

Talryn's shield shimmers with magic.

Construct Bane.

Survival checks: 5d20 ⇒ (19, 20, 20, 6, 9) = 74

Talryn is...really good at survival. My bonus is a +9 or +11 if someone aid anothers.

Talryn can carry jo while flying. Easier that way.

"We can probably get a good price on the merchant vessel by offering protection as well."

Talryn takes the drink and quaffs it.

"This is good wine. You seem quite good at this. Though I'm afraid I don't see it as much more than guessing at probability." Talryn says as he leans back in a chair next to Jo.

Assuming the Casino has rules against armor/weapons, Talryn's armor is currently his Astral Skin which looks like black, simple clothes.

Talryn will accompany Jo. in the event someone gets pissed off and tries to mug her or something.

"You have a death wish."

Talryn accompanies Chimon just in case.

"Absalom is very large and there are many people around aren't there? I'm sure our affiliates have their work cut out for them getting anything done here."

"Of course, I'm sure we have far more subtle men than I..."

Talryn scavenges for food along the way.

Survival: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29

F*+&ING NAILED IT. WE EAT LIKE KINGS! Behold the wild coca cola machine in it's natural habitat! AND over here we have the bountiful flowing rivers of bacon.

With the cords, I can carry 1,600 pounds worth of it at a heavy load. Pulling it along through the air would get me 5x that.

Talryn starts chopping it up with the handaxe.

"Are you missing a slain dragon in there somewhere or is that where you draw the line in outlandishness?" Talryn says rather dryly.

"Feats of magical prowess won't impress me, though your concern and blood thirst after my short lived demise is appreciated. Not all mages are disgusting, dishonest and conniving creatures it seems. Well you are quite attractive even if still the other two..."

"Might want to check these weapons for magic, they are of a master's make which could be a sign." Talryn says, getting back to business.

Talryn looks around for an axe.

"That was easy."

Talryn swings four times, but only manages to connect against the tree once, its thick bark turning his other three blows.

Unless you forgot to factor Haste into the attack rolls, in which case Sword 1 hits too.

I forgot like +4. Blessing of Fervor for the +2 Attack Bonus, Prayer and Bless.

"Meh. I've already died once." Talryn says as he dashes forward with incredible speed.

Quick Runner's Shirt. Moving 40 feet to the Tree.

Shield 1: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (7) + 14 = 21
Damage: 1d8 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16
Shield 2: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26
Damage: 1d8 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12
Sword 1: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (10) + 13 = 23
Damage: 1d8 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
Sword 2: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11
Damage: 1d8 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Shield 3: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (8) + 15 = 23
Damage: 1d8 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

Add +1 to all but the last one for Haste.

Drow Magic sounds useful. Do I keep my Human Bonus Feat and extra skill points gained up to this point?

Talryn sits up, shaking his head.

"The Boneyard has a long line and I'm quite frankly surprised there was an afterlife for me. For everything the Wizard did, apparently he made a soul too." Talryn stands up, staggering slightly.

"This...is different. I think my hearing might be better too..."

Talryn finally realizes he is naked and collects his slightly looser fitting clothes from his body before his armor reappears with a sudden clash of iron and ash.

"Still functional." Talryn flexes his arm before taking a glance at the Shaman. "No hard feelings."

Damn I had a whole spiel prepared but Speak With Dead is lame hah! Man I'mma be pissed if I reincarnate into a Small sized creature...

"Sure."

O.O

Ferocity is actually really easy to deal with...any amount of nonlethal damage will knock them out once they hit the negatives. 'Course I died before I could help out with that. =P

Wait... I just noticed Talryn as flying... Wouldn't he wake up when he falls?

I was only 5 ft up. No damage, no wake up. Plus I'm not sure if I fall if I fall asleep since my flight is magical.

Talryn's Belongings: Wayfinder equipped Clear Spindle, Boots of the Cat, Quick Runner's Shirt, Aegis of Recovery, Horn of Fog, +1 Cutlass, +2 Spiked Heavy Steel Shield, and 4011 gp.

Talryn's armor crumbles to ash, leaving only lifeless flesh behind.

It's a hex.

LIFE OR DEATH. 1 OUT OF 20 SHOT: 1d20 ⇒ 11

Talryn's lifeforce ends.

INITIATE THE MEATGRINDER.

Talryn unleashes a flurry of deft strikes, clearly demonstrating his incredible skill at wielding a blade and shield in tandem. His sword becomes charged with Orc Slaying power a mere moment before the onslaught.

"RRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH" Talryn bellows.

Shield 1st Att: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (4) + 15 = 19
Sword 1st Att: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (6) + 14 = 20
Shield 2nd Att: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29
Sword 2nd Att: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27
Confirm Critical: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10

Shield 1st DMG: 1d8 + 2d6 + 14 ⇒ (2) + (3, 2) + 14 = 21
Sword 1st DMG: 1d8 + 2d6 + 11 ⇒ (6) + (3, 5) + 11 = 25
Shield 2nd DMG: 1d8 + 2d6 + 14 ⇒ (7) + (2, 2) + 14 = 25
Sword 2nd DMG: 1d8 + 2d6 + 11 ⇒ (6) + (3, 4) + 11 = 24

Talryn steps forward and whips out his sword while taking a swing at the Shaman with his shield.

Orc Slaying Shield Bash: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (2) + 15 = 17
Damage: 1d8 + 14 + 2d6 ⇒ (6) + 14 + (4, 6) = 30

Gah.

Just give me and Korak a second to get our murder on. =P

Talryn CHARGES FROM THE SKIES UPON THE SHAMAN. HIS SHIELD SHINES WITH ORC SLAYING POWER.

Orc Bane Shield Bash: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (8) + 17 = 25
Damage: 1d8 + 16 + 2d6 ⇒ (8) + 16 + (1, 5) = 30

"Well we can either ask or...axe them..."

Time to retcon knowing Orcish...

Talryn takes a quick look above the treeline before floating with the party.

Takin 10 for a 15.