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Thrugg plants his tower shield in place against the tidal wave of undead. He swings his hammer at those who pass by. One of the undead manages to deliver a vicious wound. "Oy is dat the best ye gpt" he shouts.

Character Name: Thrugg
Player Name: Zach D
PFS#: 133462-11
Faction: Grand Lodge
Day Job Roll: May attempt a JFC thing. Will delay until then.
Notes: Tower shield shenanigans. I will post current AC in my post so I do not alway have to change my statblock. Also have bodyguard and combat reflexes for a total of 3 AOOs
Initiative mod: +2
Perception mod: +13 + stonecunning

A dwarf, who is currently kicked back in the chair, "oi...your a bit late. The whole damn lodge is out fighting some nasty she devil and her army at this time." He then smirks, "Don worry lad, once they get back, the venture captains will put some more missions on the board"

He then walks up to the bar and throws a few copper pieces down, "in the meantime, have a drink on me."

Since we slayed avelexi, I think the top boon/bane gets crossed off too.

And thanks for running.

It appears I never gave you my info. Here it is.

Player Name: Zach D
Character name: Thrugg
Character number: 133462-11
Faction: Grand Lodge
Day job (roll if you want to):profession soldier: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

Thrugg drops his shield and hammer to the ground with a clutter and grabs the greatsword to make a hasty swipe at the succubus.

attack+IC+bless+flank: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (16) + 14 = 30
CI damage: 2d6 + 5 ⇒ (6, 6) + 5 = 17

Thrugg feeling a bit lucky now, takes another two swings.

attack+bless+IC+flank: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (19) + 13 = 32
attack+blees+IC+flank: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (8) + 13 = 21
miss chance, lo miss: 1d100 ⇒ 64
damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

attack+blees+IC+flank: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12
attack+blees+IC+flank: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23
miss chance, lo miss: 1d100 ⇒ 16
damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

Sorry, I named it myself on hero lab....It is just a +1 adamantine warhammer..nothing too special yet..

Thrugg swings his shield around now that room is available, he then shift towards and enters his defensive stance and swings at the creature.

miss chance, low miss: 1d100 ⇒ 77
attack+inspire: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26
damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

Thrugg swings at the succubus again.

attack #1: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (1) + 12 = 13
damage: 1d8 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

attack #2: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22
damage: 1d8 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

Thrugg drops the unconscious body and pulls his hammer and swings it at the woman.

no shield equipped yet

attack: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (7) + 11 = 18
attack: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

posting from phone at the moment, so unable to move token.

Thrugg continues to move back out towards the entrance, carrying his captive.

Thrugg looks around as he notices the male no longer in the cage or anywhere to be seen. He draws his hammer one handed, with his other still holding onto the cleric of shax.

"Yerp, I can get her." He says lifting her up onto his shoulders. "Someone else is going to have to take point, while I carry her out"

Thrugg hooks his hammer to his belt and sets his shield edge down into the dirt. He bends over and picks up the set of keys, "One of these may open the cell. Might as well try them." He says tossing them to one of the men in front of the door.

Thrugg continues through the fog after his compatriots. "You all got this situation under control yet? He says attempting to grab hold of the cleric of shax.

grapple, aide: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13

Thrugg lifts his shield in front of him and heads into the fog, trying to find the source of the loud bang.

"Kelemur you in here?"

Double move

Well, that sort of worked...

will save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Thrugg shudders as the negative energy washes over him, "I was not expectin that"

"Come on you ninny, you come out and attack at us and then withdrawal when we destroy your minions. Yer god must be soooo proud."

[dice=antagonize, intimidate]d20+12[/dice] DC is 10+targets HD+wisdom mod

Thrugg moves around the wight and swings from his new position.

swing: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23
contact: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

We have a road block right now, so Thrugg will delay, until he sees an opening.

perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

"Hey boys, we got more company coming down here." He shouts out as he swing with his hammer.

attack vs orange: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27
magic and blunt damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

attack vs orange: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24
magic and blunt damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
crit confirm: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15
extra damage: 2d8 + 10 ⇒ (6, 5) + 10 = 21

Thrugg moves out, swinging his tower shield around. Double move down the stairs. Swift action to activate Mobile Bulwark Style . CMD vs Overrun 31, Trip 36, Bull Rush 41

"And I thought I would give us away with my armor." Thrugg says with a chuckle. Following the group, he cinches his helmet down tighter and unhooks his hammer.

Thrugg hangs back and waits to see if Kelmur notices anything.

He will move up if given the all clear

"What does anything I said have to do with fishin...oh. No, I meant, someone being the bait for the murderer."

Thrugg looks up to Ravenoor, Look, where I come from, women with beards are some of the most beautiful ones and most sought after. I was attempting to flatter her."

"Do you want to go and check out the temple, or go with the whole bait routine" He wipes his brow, "Actually, we have not spoken to the clerics yet.

Thrugg takes a off trying to chat up the inhabitants of the city.

diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 1

But nobody wants anything to do with the dwarf. He yells after one of them, "Well, thanks anyway"

"I don't usually get along with orc-lings but, I like your style Kelumur." He stands and heads to the door. "Let's not waste too much time."

"I'm not one of those overly religious sorts. I know some of the dwarven ones, and that symbol does not look familiar." He looks over to the ones wearing holy symbols.

"Do you all recognize it?"

"This is odd. Definitely targeted attacks." He strokes his beard and ponders. "We should look more into the victims themselves first,see if they have something more then just religion in common."

"Thrugg" the dwarf responds to the half-orc.

At the sound of the racket, he turns around and calls out, "You alright out there?"

Thrugg comes in through the main door and leaves a battered and beaten tower-shield at the door. "Stay" He says lovingly to it. "Good shield"

He then removes his boulder helmet and hangs it on the handle of the war-hammer hanging from his belt. Thrugg moves to the table and sets his bag down by a chair and takes a seat, trying not to damage the chair with his plate.

If we are to wait on the Captian, she could at least set out refreshments. With that thought he pulls out his wayfinder and starts spinning around by the leather cord.

I have a level 6 dwarf fighter available.

Thanks GM, looks good to me.

fort: 1d20 + 6 - 2 ⇒ (13) + 6 - 2 = 17

"No idea what yer talking about Omar. Maybe some sort of allergy to all those plant things?"

......"Is he uh, talking to the plant"

Thrugg shakes the brain matter off the end of his hammer and keeps guard as the rest of the group does the investigation of the small cave.

Thrugg continues his assault with the hammer.

attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28
damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12
confirmation: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27
extra damage: 2d8 + 10 ⇒ (8, 6) + 10 = 24

Thrugg brings his hammer around once more.

attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18
1d8 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

fort: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20+2 vs spells,spell like abilities and posions

Thrugg moves up to the beast, and in a single motion, draws his hammer and swings at the maw of the cloaker.

attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23
spoiler: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Thrugg swings his shield over his back pack and cinches it down with a makeshift sling.

With the tower shield carried he can make the climb check easy.

Once down in the bottom of the cavern, Thrugg takes point and head in.

Can we perhaps, please change it to fey bane ammunition. If not that is fine.

Thrugg finally recovers from the scare not being able to help. Glad to see his team survived. He picks up the ammunition and gives it a test with his thumb.

Bad pathfinder, did not bring anything for swarms...

Thrugg moves to where the shadows are coming from...double move...accepting rage.

It may be one of those magical constructs Thrugg says getting closer to the doll. Reaching out to pick it up by the leg.

here goes nothing diplo: 1d20 ⇒ 11

Guess I'll tag along with Azrael and Omar.

"Does it really matta who is more important, when both of you together built such a wonderful town." the dwarf says trying to soothe the debate. "How did this spat even start?

Sorry for my lack of posting here lately. It has been one problem after another here. Starting off with my old trusty laptop dying on me. Then they redid the computer access at work, and paizo was blocked from the IP for being a not trusted site. Then when I got my laptop up and running, I got saddled with a trainee that will most likely being terminated after the new year, and it my job to do the final assessments.

So please bear with me while I play catch up. Or if I am too behind, I will understand being cut.

Thrugg wakes and starts putting on his plate armor. He goes into a panic looking for his trusted warhammer, but forgot he turned it in to the sheriff.

This is trouble some.

He then hooks his boulder helmet onto his belt, grabs his shield and heads out the door.

"Well we better start now. While the suns still up"

"All this don feel right. Sacrifice don sit well with me. Specially since the one being offered up, most likely has nuthin to say bout it."