Tholl "11-toes" Bearcarver's page

Thanks for running! I had fun. The first scenario with my talking sword.

Also can't fail those perceptions...
"I think I see vhat you are seeing, Raijan. This appears to be vun uf ze Duskvardens." He shakes his head somberly. "An unfortunate fate for vun who serves to protect others."

"OUCH!", says Tholl, calmly, but with much feeling.
Fort Save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

Thanks for stepping in, Dire. Hope you are feeling 100% soon, GM Kyten.

Tholl moves forward 20 ft. and readies to attack with Gamin should either of the creatures come within striking range of the sentient sword, focusing his strength to hit harder Power Attack w/ Furious Focus. Gamin casts Guidance on Tholl.
In case that happens... attack: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 8 + 1 = 20
damage w/ PA: 1d8 + 13 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 13 + 4 = 20

Tholl moves up behind Zyneste, looking to see the creatures ahead. In spite of any noise hey make, He gets ant eerie feeling. "I do not like zis. It is qviet, too qviet."
Gamin, agreeing with Tholl, stays silent, for once.

After Tholl retrieves his javelin he joins the rest of the group. He takes some trail rations out and shares with the creatures. "Here, please. Have granola bar. Is my own special recipe."

Tholl, realizing his mistake too late, moves to a better position to hurl his javelin.
javelin at blue: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21
damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

As much as Tholl loves to hear Gamin's "helpful" comments, he decides, after hearing Kolok's description of these creatures, to sheath the sentient sword. He moves into the room with the rest of the group, readying a javelin to chuck at the vile beats should the need arise.

"Thank you, friend Gamin. I shall do my best to bathe you in the blood of our enemies."

Tholl and Gamin follow along, looking and listening for anything of note.
perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28

Tholl scoffs at this information. "I have no understanding for this magic stuff. Vat is this ah-goo-ree you speak of? I vill never understand vhy it takes a whole room to do magics. It vould be better suited to making veapons, and armor. Yes?"

I moved Tholl to where he would have been able to see the ooze. Missed that we were up, though. Sorry. I'm also fine with the calling the fight.

Tholl peers into the next room, using the light from his ioun torch and hoping it will reveal any possible dangers.
Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17
Knowledge(dungeoneering)+Guidance from Gamin: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 4 + 1 = 14
"Friends, I do not know if you can see it, but there is a Gray Ooze over there. Ve should exercise caution."

"I vould also like a potion. That cut hurt!"
CLW potion: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

A spray of blood erupts from Tholl's arm as the drow manages to perfectly slice off the large toe sticking through his armor. He yells in pain from the initial cut, then screams again in agony; as pain rips through Tholl's arm, the toe instantly regrows in the exact same spot!
Yes, this is absolutely a thing that he has, received from a specific scenario.

Tholl charges toward the next drow, oblivious to what is happening to his companions. Gamin once more casts Guidance on him, which he once again uses to enhance his swing, hopefully with a better result this time.
Charging attack+guidance: 1d20 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 10 + 1 = 18
damage: 1d8 + 13 ⇒ (8) + 13 = 21

Tholl feels the magic from Gamin course into his being. Deciding to use it right away, he charges the nearest drow, focusing the magic into his swing.
Charging attack+guidance: 1d20 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 10 + 1 = 13
damage: 1d8 + 13 ⇒ (3) + 13 = 16
-2 to AC until next turn

I want to apologize immensely to everyone here. I have been dealing with Life, and let me tell you, Life has NOT been kind. I should be able to post regularly now.

The stone walls of this room are riddled with small cracks. The eastern wall is partially collapsed, its component stones scattered throughout the room and passage to the south.

** spoiler omitted **

There is another passageway to the south.

When/If you go into the other passageway, Perception Check

** spoiler omitted **

Trying to catch up. I am sooooo sorry, everyone.

Gamin speaks up as Tholl advances on the closest figure. "Ya better get yer arse moving, Tholl. the rest o' these folks might think you're not really into this." Gamin casts Guidance on Tholl.
Tholl replies. "Qviet, Gamin! I am trying to concentrate!"
Attack with Gamin: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 8 + 1 = 17
Damage from Gamin: 1d8 + 13 ⇒ (4) + 13 = 17

"Hey there, Tholl, mate, pal. Would ya mind rollin' one o' them pointy things ya got there? No hands, ya see." Rolls d4
[dice="surprised-a-nat-one-is-possibly-a-good-thing" roll]1d4[/dice]

Gamin casts guidance on Tholl, make some snide comment about his abnormal anatomy, and Tholl rolls a d20.

d20 boon roll: 1d20 ⇒ 1

Hey, sorry everyone. I just noticed Paizo keeps eating my posts. I just posted last night and saw it was gone today.

Moving with the rest of the group, Tholl keeps trying to chat up the locals, but ultimately he feels out-of-sorts, much preferring the wide open spaces to the cramped, crowded feeling the city gives.
diplomacy aid: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10

"Vell, lead the de vay and I shall follow. Point me at de enemy and shall run him/her/it through. I do not pretend to know much about many things, but I do know how to fight." And, once again, the voice of Tholl's sword, Gamin, puts in its two-bits worth...
"Ya know, Tholl, mate, I like ya, and I like travellin' with ya. But I gotta be honest, I'm not a "Drench-me-in-the-blood-o'-my-enemies!" type-a sword. Don' get me wrong, I know what I was made for. But that don' mean I gotta like it, right?"

Taking in all the sights while Tun and Kolok fill the group in on some of the history is a bit much for Tholl, but he takes it all in stride. Once they reach the Common House, though, he feels more at home. Ordering himself a mead, he sits himself down at the table, listens to Halman's tale, and asks, "Vhat exactly is one of these "Augers?"
diplomacy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Buuuut... he stands out like a sore thumb (or extra toe, as the case may be) and is unable to collect any information from the locals.

Being more of the outdoor type, Tholl eyes the expansive city a bit apprehensively. Fortunately, his time in Absalom has helped to alleviate the feeling. He turns to the others.
"I agree ve should hire a guide. I vould also like to find a dealer of ranged weapons, should ve have the opportunity before ve set off."
Tholl would like to purchase a masterwork composite longbow with a +4 strength rating (800 gp), 20 arrows (1 gp), 20 blunt arrows (2 gp). Total 803 gp.
Gamin speaks up. "Careful, there, mate. A sword might get insulted watchin' you spend that much on a bow."

Tholl, sounding somewhat subdued since Gamin’s speech, responds. ”Zis may be true, friend, but how many of zem have said toe sticking out of their upper arm?” Tholl stops talking, realizing he has just drawn attention to the very thing he wished not to. His face flushing red, he looks up from his sword to the other Pathfinders standing near. ”Er…uh. Hullo. I am Tholl Bearcarver, from ze Lands of ze Linorm. Uh… Yes. Um, so… I have extra toe sticking out from my arm.” He indicates his right arm, and, sure enough, sticking out from a hole in his armor, is a large human toe. He then draws his sword, which has a large obvious flaw running the length of the blade. ”And dis is my svord, Gamin. He can talk. Ale, please!”

Long blond, braided hair and a long braided blond moustache adorn the head and face of the weather-worn man that enters the lodge. He is talking animatedly, as if carrying on a conversation, although no one appears to be walking with him. When he approaches the bar, two voices can be clearly heard.
"All zat I vant is for you to accept that I vish to be de von to bring it up. Since you are not a humanoid, I do not expect you to understand.”

Player Name/Alias: WillDH
Character Name: Tholl Bearcarver
Character Level: 4
PFS # / Character #: 110483-7
Faction: Grand Lodge
Slow or Normal: Normal
Perception Modifier: +9
Initiative Modifier: +6
Favorite Color: Black
Day Job Roll (if any): None

As the large man enters the room, the conversation he seemed to be having with himself abruptly stops. His piercing blue eyes survey the office. The blond hair on his head is long, pulled back behind him in several small braids. The full handlebar moustache is also braided, the ends of which reach just below his clean-shaven chin. The skin of his face tells of much time outside, tanned and weatherworn. Around his neck he wears a necklace with several various teeth and claws hanging from it. The well-used, but cared-for splint mail he wears marks him as some sort of soldier, as does the small assortment of weapons he carries. A second glance, though, reveals a peculiarity in the armor covering his right upper arm: a small hole has been added, and sticking out from the hole is, oddly enough, a big toe. Eyeing the others in the room, he addresses them.
Russian-type accent "Hullo, fellow Pathfinders. My name is Tholl Bearcarver. I am fighter from de lands to de north, vhere the Linorm kings dvell.”
Coming from the direction of his sheathed sword, another voice speaks up. ”Hey, mate. I think they’re starin’ at yer arm-toe.”
Tholl glances down at the expertly crafted hilt that is visible above the sheath, his face getting slightly red. ”Qviet, Gamin! I told you I prefer to bring it up!” he snaps.
The voice responds, sounding a bit amused. ”Whatevah, mate. I still think you should paint the nail. Makes fer a better introduction, in my opinion. I’m just sayin’…”