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Thorgrim feels more of his mind being bled away as the royal man moves closer and heals some of his wounds, but the cloud over his head seems to stick around.

Thorgrim, healed by Maximo, rages around. "You give Thorgrim information for why he spend weeks looking at dumb books!" he bellows into the mirror, ready to strike it. "Or I will destroy your home!" he bellows, smashing a nearby rock.

"Was that your favorite rock?! Thorgrim smash another!" he yells as he smashes another.

If you have one Charisma, then you are probably pretty dumb as a side effect to also being terrible at discussion or negotiations.

Thorgrim is getting uglier by the moment as his usual charismatic self is dulled by the attack from the mirror entity. "Duh... Thorgrim smash!" is all he can think as he tries to hit something with his target of choice no longer available.

Furious Adamantine Piston Maul +1 - Fatigued/Shaken/Charge: 1d20 + 15 - 2 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 15 - 2 - 2 + 2 = 31
Damage: 1d10 + 10 - 1 ⇒ (4) + 10 - 1 = 13

AC @ 18

Do I suffer the Cha drain if I blink out from this existence?

Thorgrim remains undeterred as he swings his hammer twice more. "You think this matters?!" he bellows, oblivious to his own pain.

Furious Adamantine Piston Maul +1 - Fatigued/Shaken: 1d20 + 15 - 2 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 15 - 2 - 2 = 15
Damage: 1d10 + 10 - 1 ⇒ (4) + 10 - 1 = 13

Furious Adamantine Piston Maul +1 - Fatigued/Shaken: 1d20 + 10 - 2 - 2 ⇒ (14) + 10 - 2 - 2 = 20
Damage: 1d10 + 10 - 1 ⇒ (7) + 10 - 1 = 16

Thorgrim remembers that this is a dream world and rushes forward to strike down the fear gaunt with little regard for his own well-being. "How is this for out of the way?" he yells as he charges the creature.

Furious Adamantine Piston Maul +1 - Fatigued/Shaken/Charge: 1d20 + 15 - 2 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 15 - 2 - 2 + 2 = 15
Damage - Fatigued: 1d10 + 10 - 1 ⇒ (4) + 10 - 1 = 13

Provokes if it has reach and AC @ 18 this round.

Will Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

Thorgrim sighs as he gets blasted by whatever eldritch power these ugly women possess. "Ye zapped me good side!" he complains as the left side of his face begins to deform and grow warts.

Growling, he steps forward and swings his hammer into the monsters. "How dare you!"

Furious Adamantine Piston Maul +1 - Fatigued/Shaken: 1d20 + 15 - 2 - 2 ⇒ (12) + 15 - 2 - 2 = 23
Damage - Fatigued: 1d10 + 10 - 1 ⇒ (1) + 10 - 1 = 10

Furious Adamantine Piston Maul +1 - Fatigued/Shaken: 1d20 + 10 - 2 - 2 ⇒ (12) + 10 - 2 - 2 = 18
Damage - Fatigued: 1d10 + 10 - 1 ⇒ (4) + 10 - 1 = 13

Will Save: 1d20 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 + 4 = 19
Well that is exciting...

Fatigued/Shaken - No Rage!

Thorgrim scowls as the sight of little Quart running into the fray, truly shakes him to the core. "Good luck, small one!" he bellows as he holds his ground and draws his piston maul.

Piston Maul-Readied on Approach of Baddie: 1d20 + 15 - 2 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 15 - 2 - 2 = 13
Damage: 1d10 + 10 - 1 ⇒ (6) + 10 - 1 = 15

Thorgrim yawns at the chaotic nature of his allies. "You lot have been cooped up in libraries too long. Let's try to move from this forsaken realm and get back to Cassomir. Trotter has the best blood pudding and, after spending a week doing nothing with you lot, I need the protein to maintain my muscle mass." Thorgrim chides the group before boldly striding towards the bridge and towers attached to this floating island, piston maul in hand.

Thorgrim looks a bit bewildered as he sees the group beginning to fray into a disheveled mess. "Hmph... in-fighting while in another dimension. Seems about right for what I've been handed as missions recnetly." Thorgrim scoffs.

"Are you lot done with the mirrors yet? Let's find this nutcase who was tortured by the Aspis and get that lantern for whoever and be done with this." he says, standing up and stretching, using his piston maul as an aid in this loosening of his joints.

Thorgrim pops open an eye and grins as he sees Niko toss a punch at the grinning Latheas. "What's a few teeth between friends..." he says softly, secretly enjoying the aggression after a week of his own being pent up.

Fresh from his nap, though still feeling tired, the man moves to Quarr. "What's the word, tiny bird?" he asks

Roger that! Sorry about me not ready properly.

Thorgrim continues to recline on the hard ground, entranced by the circling rock islands until he falls into a light doze, his head resting on the haft of his piston maul.

"NNNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKKK!" the Ulfen man snores as the more intelligent Pathfinders take the time to look into the mirrors.

Thorgrim can auto-aid on Perception checks, if needed.

Thorgrim is sucked through time and space to arrive at the Dreamrealm. As he appears, Thorgrim is overcome with fatigue. "Ugh... That has a bit of a kick." he grumbles as he follows the group towards the mirrors in front of him.

"You got be bloody kidding. I was promised monsters and women with lanterns and what do I get? More waiting around. Wake me up when you finish." he says, taking a nap while the group does stuff with the mirrors.

Am I correct to assume that this will also take 4-6 days?

If so, Thorgrim will just sleep off the fatigue.

Thorgrim listens to his inner self as he pops out the earbuds of Sending. "Sorry, I was just listening to the Flesh Puppets while you did your thing..." he mentions offhandedly. "What's going on?" he mentions as Niko confronts Quarr.

"Do you got this, midget person thing?" Thorgrim asks, unsure about anything magical. "If so, send us on our way."

Thorgrim thinks about the other option. "If not, send us anyway as I'm fairly bored and a good problem will be entertaining after this week of watching books gather dust."

Thorgrim sighs. "If you lot insist, I can't very well report back that my charges disappeared into the ether to another realm and never returned." the Ulfen man states resignedly.

"Well, you lot do your magical incantations or whatnot and let's get this over with."

Thorgrim slaps Latheas on the back. "You seem to understand that plane-hopping recklessly is foolish. We should report our findings back to the Decimvirate." he concludes.

Seeing that the group is reticent, Thorgrim explains. "We found out about the lantern and have 322's location. That is what Shaine commissioned us for, "exhausting all avenues of research"; not for going to some Dreamrealm on the whim of a ghost."

YOU SHOW THAT TURD WHO'S BOSS!"

Hunched over in the room, Thorgrim looks at the ghost lady before realizing that his task is complete. "Well, we know what happened to her. She's in some other realm and unless you lot know how to plane hop, we should go get ale and report back to the Lodge. I bet Trotter can handle this." the Ulfen man remarks, not entirely enthused by the Decimvirate's choice in him to go around to two libraries to deal with mundane stuff.

"I've heard of that." Thorgrim responds to Latheas. "I believe that is when you get so drunk on the beach that you could die as the tide comes in and you are passed out in the sand. The Silent Tide'll take you out real slow, never to wake you..." he says grimly, but with a hint of humor in his voice.

As Maximo goes on about the gloriously cunning Taldor, the Ulfen man smiles and bows. "Well, mister scheming noble, perhaps you would prefer to lead?" Thorgrim says as he mockingly bows and scrapes to the haughty pair of Max and Niko.

Before they can however, Thorgrim will quickly stand back up and chastise them. "Never met a noble who'd take point on something like this. Always willing to risk the lives of the guard over theirs. Rather pathetic in the long run, eh? At least Torch was willing to expose that similar vein of thought amongst the Decimvirate."

Thorgrim shrugs. "He seemed fair enough. We weren't just lackeys to the man, at least he didn't treat us that way, not like those scheming a*#+!++s in Cheliax or Taldor."

"Hell, it seems like half of my missions have been to cover the indiscretions of that Colson fellow from Andoran." Thorgrim states as he rolls his eyes. "I thought the Society was supposed to do something of value, but it is just another power-grab. At least in the Realm of the Mammoth Kings, there are no pretenses."

"S++%... Should I even stay in this stupid fellowship of lies?" Thorgrim asks aloud to no one in particular.

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Upon finding the door, Thorgrim has half a mind to smash the bookcase. "Should have just let me smash everything and we could have found this much quicker." he muses aloud, half-serious.

The Bold Strider does what he does best and boldly strides into the darkness.

At Latheas' remark, Thorgrim grins. "I'll never die. Tis' the Bold Strider way. Walk into danger and danger will miss you. Run and it will shoot you in the back."

Tossing the book from his face, Thorgrim stands and stretches. "I bet Zey ran. Seemed a frail man. Need more powerful leaders and less people who kowtow to the Decimvirate. Think Torch is still hiring?" the man asks no one in particular.

Continuing, Thorgrim wanders the archives, holding his maul, bashing a few books occasionally. "Torch would've never put me in a library..."

Thorgrim uses the 'spent' books and creates a semi-comfy lounging area in the middle of the library. His piston maul's heft rests on top of a rare copy of the Aroden's Fall and the Implications for Modern Theology. The book is indenting from the sheer weight of the hammer.

The man himself is lounging in a pallet of books lashed together with some rope into a makeshift recliner. "You lot find anything?" he says as Osirion: Glorified Taldor? rests over the Ulfen man's eyes, hiding the shifting light patterns from his view creating an optimal sleep shade.

Reflex: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21 5 damage.

The large man is bathed in fire, but comes out with only a minor burn on his cheek. "A trap in a library? Odd..." he remarks as he sheathes his weapon and retrieves his piston maul.

Once the weapon of his station in the Ulfen Guard is secure, Thorgrim picks up his tridents, scowling as he sees the bits of goopy ooze drip from them. "Need better tridents..." he says summarily, reminded of how ineffectual they are.

Once they have determined that the library is safe, Thorgrim sets up watch in the main hall. "Let me know once you have found the information we are looking for on the forged documents about the sale in Kintargo."

As the group looks on stunned that the Ulfen man knew that, he he raises an eyebrow. "What?! I pay attention."

Thorgrim has none of those skills trained, thus he will sit out on this round of research.

Thorgrim sees the fog advance slowly and shrugs. "Time for ranged combat, friends?" asks the Ulfen man to no one in particular as arrows and bombs fly over his head.

The Ulfen man drops his piston maul to the ground and he draws a trident from his back with surprising speed. He hefts the forked spear at the Hungry Fog with both hands while taking a single step forward.

Trident @ Hungry Fog-30' (-4 to hit) | Haste: 1d20 + 10 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (16) + 10 + 1 - 4 = 23
Damage - Two-Handed Thrower: 1d8 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

As the one releases, the Ulfen man spins on his back heel, grabbing another trident, and chucking it with both hands as well, gaining that extra strength with each rippling muscle.

Trident @ Hungry Fog-30' (-4 to hit) | Haste: 1d20 + 5 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (11) + 5 + 1 - 4 = 13
Damage - Two-Handed Thrower: 1d8 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

Finally, the speed granted by Lathy lets Thorgrim grab a third trident and throw it at the Hungry Fog before the man stands upright and pulls a fourth trident into his hands.

Trident @ Hungry Fog-30' (-4 to hit) | Haste: 1d20 + 10 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (10) + 10 + 1 - 4 = 17
Damage - Two-Handed Thrower: 1d8 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

Quick Draw to do a full-attack and remain armed at the end of my turn.

Oops... My bad.

Thorgrim advances 20' into the room and stares down the globby fog and the vague outline of the spider thing. He spits on the ground of the library and readies his piston maul. "Bring it on!" he bellows.

Piston Maul @ Whoever Shows Up to Dance: 1d20 + 15 - 3 ⇒ (18) + 15 - 3 = 30
Damage - Rage: 1d10 + 10 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 10 + 9 = 27

"I can get behind that." Thorgrim states as he quaffs from his wineskin. It doesn't seem to have the protective powers of Maximo's blend of extracts, but the Ulfen man enjoys it the same.

"Well, I guess we should move on." Thorgrim says as he draws his piston maul, slots in a Thunderstone and strides boldly to the door.

He looks over the door for a second to see if he can find a weak spot or any traps.

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28

He shrugs either way as he hefts the adamantine maul and slams it into the offending doors, trying to break his way in.

Auto-Hit as a Full Round Action.
Damage - Piston Maul Bonus to Sunder/PA: 1d10 + 10 + 4 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 10 + 4 + 9 = 32

"You there! Boy!" Thorgrim barks at the assistant curator. "Fetch Qilaus immediately." the Ulfen man commands of the small, bookish man.

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Once Qilaus arrives, Thorgrim decides to take point. "We need an audience with the Head Librarian immediately. Take us to her." he says to the man.

He picks up Quarr by the collar of his shirt as the gnome holds out the letter of writ. "This should suffice in place of a warrant."

Ugh... Misread Kelish as Kellid.

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Thorgrim will address the man in Hallit once he hears the familiar affectation.

Thorgrim bows his head slightly at the man as he finishes.

"Hah. The gunman didn't even think to bring his own to the book reading? Idiot..." he comments as he pops the cork on his wineskin and guzzles down several ounces of fortified wine.

As the red liquid stains his mustache and beard, Thorgrim rests his elbow on the hilt of his piston maul. He roughly wipes away the lingering rivulets and looks over Quarr's head at the book he is so excited about.

"You find exciting? Blech." Thorgrim comments. "More shadow demons please."

Still standing guard.

Will Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

"You can never make me sit down! You're not my dad!" bellows Thorgrim as he tries to smash the next devil.

5' steps all day!

Furious Adamantine Piston Maul +1 - Rage/PA/Inspire: 1d20 + 15 + 4 - 3 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 15 + 4 - 3 + 1 = 32
Damage - Rage/PA: 1d10 + 10 + 5 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 10 + 5 + 9 = 32

Furious Adamantine Piston Maul +1 - Rage/PA/Inspire: 1d20 + 10 + 4 - 3 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 10 + 4 - 3 + 1 = 13
Two critical misses in one battle? For shame!

Will Save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

Thorgrim scowls as the devils try to pull him from his rage, but the Ulfen Guard is having none of this. "You're next!" he says as he violently swings his maul around carelessly.

Furious Adamantine Piston Maul +1 - Rage/PA/Inspire: 1d20 + 15 + 4 - 3 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 15 + 4 - 3 + 1 = 30
Damage - Rage/PA: 1d10 + 10 + 5 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 10 + 5 + 9 = 28

Furious Adamantine Piston Maul +1 - Rage/PA/Inspire: 1d20 + 10 + 4 - 3 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 10 + 4 - 3 + 1 = 17
Damage - Rage/PA: 1d10 + 10 + 5 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 10 + 5 + 9 = 31

Thorgrim's HP is 33 at the moment. It should be accurate in his tagline 90% of the time.

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Thorgrim's weapon counts as silver due to having a +3 bonus while raging.

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Thorgrim sees the bearded devil appear and assumes that this was what Nikomedes was speaking of, so he steps to the beast and strikes out at it, trying to sunder his glaive.

Furious Adamantine Piston Maul +1 - Imp&Gtr. Sunder/Rage/PA: 1d20 + 15 + 4 + 4 - 3 ⇒ (20) + 15 + 4 + 4 - 3 = 40
Damage - Rage/PA/Piston Maul Bonus to Sunder: 1d10 + 10 + 5 + 9 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 10 + 5 + 9 + 4 = 37
Glaive is a two-handed, hafted weapon and has 5 Hardness and 10 HP. Adamantine ignores the Hardness, thus 27 damage to the devil and no more bleeding glaive, right? If this is the case, then Thorgrim's next attack has to be a regular strike.

As the piston maul connects with the glaive, the thunderstone in the hammer activates and sends a resounding boom throughout the room as the glaive crumbles to pieces. Thorgrim follows up on that with another attack directly to the devil, leaving the stalker for Latheas.

Furious Adamantine Piston Maul +1 - Rage/PA: 1d20 + 10 + 4 - 3 ⇒ (19) + 10 + 4 - 3 = 30
Damage - Rage/PA: 1d10 + 10 + 5 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 10 + 5 + 9 = 30

"How's that?" he asks of Niko. "Someone glaive him a weapon as I think his is broke." Thorgrim says as he chuckles at his own wit.

Thorgrim shrugs as he decides to try out this new joke. "Make like a fey prankster and get the Puck out of here, you bastards!" he bellows as he takes two swings at the stalkers.

Furious Adamantine Piston Maul +1 - Rage/PA: 1d20 + 15 + 4 - 3 ⇒ (5) + 15 + 4 - 3 = 21
Damage - Rage/PA: 1d10 + 10 + 5 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 10 + 5 + 9 = 26

Furious Adamantine Piston Maul +1 - Rage/PA: 1d20 + 10 + 4 - 3 ⇒ (7) + 10 + 4 - 3 = 18
Damage - Rage/PA: 1d10 + 10 + 5 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 10 + 5 + 9 = 30

@GM: Did the Stalkers roll for the blinding effect of Glitterdust?

Thorgrim scowls. "How'd you know my name?" he asks. "Also, I don't get it."

"Grr... I'm good with learning jokes, too!?" Thorgrim yells frustratedly as everyone is cracking wise. "So why don't you make like a book and ... get outta here!" he shouts at the stalkers.

Thorgrim hits the ground, but quickly scrambles back to his feet, grabs his piston maul and takes a swing at the glittered creature that just walloped him. "NOW THIS IS MY KIND OF LIBRARY!" he bellows as the mallet end comes swinging around for the beast.

Theatrical recovery from the attack. Thorgrim already had his piston maul out as he was on guard.

Rage. Designating Niko as my chosen ally. Whenever the Ulfen Guard is adjacent to his chosen ally, he can choose to take a –1 penalty to his AC to grant his ally a +1 dodge bonus to AC and Reflex saves.

Furious Adamantine Piston Maul +1 - Rage/PA @ Blue: 1d20 + 15 + 4 - 3 ⇒ (1) + 15 + 4 - 3 = 17
Critical Miss.

Furious Adamantine Piston Maul +1 - Rage/PA @ Blue: 1d20 + 10 + 4 - 3 ⇒ (19) + 10 + 4 - 3 = 30
Damage - Rage/PA: 1d10 + 10 + 5 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 10 + 5 + 9 = 34

Stat block updated with proper AC and HP.

Thorgrim looks disinterestedly at Maximo. "I will pass on organizing such things. These items are of no consequence and the Bold Striders need no books nor parchments to seize their goals. Sheer boldness is always the answer." the tall Ulfen man replies.

The man sees the tiny gnome leaping for a book and he extends his piston maul in a single hand, pushing the tome from the table into the waiting arms of Quarr. "If you need assistance, you need only ask, small one."

Thorgrim sees the various detectives, gentlemen and tinkerers that were assigned to be his wards and the stout Ulfen man decides that book learning is more their purview.

"I will keep an eye out while you handle the documents." Thorgrim decides as he stands guard at the door.

His eyes wander around the room, looking for anything that might interest him as he expects a dull mission ahead of him.

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (5) + 11 = 16

Thorgrim stands silently on the lift as the rest prattle on over titles. Doubt they will let me break stuff in here... he thinks dourly.

He appears to be a walking arsenal as you see a piston maul in his hands and a brace of tridents strapped to his back.

Thorgrim is an Ulfen Guard prestige class, so whenever he rages, he will be giving buffs out to people on the fly.

Thorgrim would happily offer his services to the Decimvirate to work with the Blakros family once more.

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No Day Job
Init +2
Perception +11

I also have this guy if we really want to play up.

Dot

George and Thorgrim are both up to date!

If I choose George: Two Tiefling Alchemists in the same party!? Whaaa?

If I choose Thorgrim: Everything will be broken!

I have an assassin (George @ level 9) and a bodyguard (Thorgrim @ level 7).

I am comfortable playing either, even if we play up.

Great job, Lithrac! It seemed a bit short, tbh. Did we skip encounters or something?

Can't draw multiple weapons on a move action, otherwise I would.

Thorgrim shrugs as he pulls one of his chakram from his belt and launches it through the air at Lord Maravan.

Chakram - Soft Cover | Haste: 1d20 + 9 - 4 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 9 - 4 + 1 = 24
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
Concealment - Low Misses: 1d100 ⇒ 2

Damn...

Soft cover puts my attack at +5/+0, plus Concealment. Means I probably won't do much. Maybe next round as an experiment.

Apologies for not posting. I wasn't getting any notifications that there had been updates, but I should have checked anyway. My bad! Sadly, it looks like Thorgrim would just stay where he is as he has no desire to enter the tentacles of Vladek's making.

Thorgrim looks around and kind of shrugs as he holds his piston maul at the ready. "Uhh... Master Flaxseed, what should we do?"

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