Thurgar Ironhead's page

"Good thing we expected trouble," Thurgar says as trouble arrives.

He moves up close enough to the herd animal to reach it with his hammer and takes a swing.

Lucerne Hammer: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
Bludgeoning: 1d12 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 6
Initiative: 1d20 ⇒ 5

Thurgar has no surprise round activities.

Thurgar will get out his shield and hammer and keep a lookout.

Thurgar takes one look at the tree fallen across the stream then looks at the more agile members of the party.

"Anyone want to try that while the rest of us keep a lookout? I'm just going to get wet if I attempt it," he says.

"Maybe those teens came out here," Thurgar comments.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 19

"She says it's just some teenagers. Nothing to worry about," Thurgar says, returning to the group, confident in the answer.

Barely out the door, Thurgar turns on his heel and ducks his head back inside.

"Hey! How restless is this bear? Because it's gone. Does that happen a lot?" he asks.

Thurgar quickly downs the remaining contents of his mug before clapping it down on the bar as a sign of appreciation.

"Thanks for your hospitality and help," he says with a wave as he hustles out after his fellow adventurers.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 12

Don't worry, I'll mess it up.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 14

Could have been worse.

Thurgar focuses on his drink largely to the detriment of his environment.

"I'll take a pint of whatever you give him," Thurgar says, taking a seat and looking expectantly at the taller and friendlier members of the group to take the lead.

Thurgar's got an 8 so he's got a fairly good chance of botching things, too.

"'How bad can it be?' She might as well have written 'I think we're safe now,'" Thurgar groans.

"Not to mention if it's so safe, why isn't the assumption that a ton of people will pass it and find it by accident?"

He sighs. "Ah well, if I'd wanted a safe job, I would have listened to my mother and become a blacksmith. Let's get moving."

Sorry, I was out at a work convention last week. I could post most days but was travelling Friday and settling back in over the weekend.

"Sometimes it seems like the stock owns you, doesn't it?" Thurgar says with a smile as they meet the gnome and hear her plight.

He keeps back as Lara steps in to negotiate, however.

"Look, friend, you're a merchant, I'm a merchant, so we both know that we're both looking for the best price. Now, we both think we know better than the other what the real situation is, but I don't think we're going to come to an agreement. So, let's shake hands and remain on good terms and go about our business," Thurgar says, offering his hand before scooping up their goods to trundle out of the shop to the next potential buyer.

Thurgar will Thurd the vote for Vox.

"A deal is a deal and we don't want to develop reputations as people who back out of deals. Let's go talk to Vox, first and, if we have some leftover merchandise we can seek out others willing to pay," Thurgar opines.

"Think we have enough for both?" Thurgar asks when/if he finds out there's another client in the market.

Thurgar lifts his prize up triumphantly. He gives a nod of thanks to Crowe for his advice before putting the gland away in his pack.

"Well, since we're here and we've dealt with the guardians, I think we ought to go see what's inside that web ball, don't you?" he asks the group, taking up hammer and shield again.

"You sure know how to handle that hammer," Thurgar says to Crowe.

As though to demonstrate he knows how to handle his own, he finishes off the other spider then kneels down next to it and gets to work.

Survival to gather silk gland: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Death by die roll.

"That was a little strange...but thank you," Thurgar says as Sam applies healing.

Fort: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 6 + 2 = 23

His dwarven hardiness allows him to easily fight off the accompanying poison.

Then, he bashes the spider with his long handled hammer.

Lucerne Hammer: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
Blunt: 1d12 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

"Come down here and fight like men, you eight legged freaks!" Thurgar shouts as he strains against the webbing entangling him.

Strength Check: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

Thurgar keeps marching forward, his pole arm at the ready. He's become certain that something is going to happen.

Thurgar just keeps moving ahead, the only way a dwarf can: slow and steady.

The way he keeps looking around, his gaze darting from one place to another, suggests that the tension is starting to get to him, though.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 11

"Is it just me or is this place really creepy?" Thurgar hisses in a too loud whisper.

Thurgar straps on his shield and starts to head toward the web ball.

"The fresh stuff is probably better, right?" he says as explanation for why he's not just grabbing what's close.

"I'd rather deal with the pickpockets than the assassins. Better to lose your wallet than your life," Thurgar says, though the easy going way he's walking suggests he's not too worried about losing either.

There's no need for Thurgar to get too close. Using a special technique, he uses the edge of his shield as leverage to wield his hammer, letting him keep some distance while doing some damage.

Lucerne Hammer: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
Blunt: 1d12 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

"Almost too easy, right, friends?" Thurgar comments as Newt gathers up the treasures.

He's not quite satisfied that they've found everything so he scouts around the area, looking for any other signs of disturbance or treasure.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 17

Thurgar keeps a respectful distance as the others go about cracking open the weird metal object. If it came from the sky, there's no telling what's inside it.

For that matter, he takes out his hammer and shield, ready for trouble.

When it doesn't explode immediately upon being opened and nothing comes out to eat anyone's face or brain, he leans in curiously to see what they've found.

Thurgar is too busy admiring the view to notice the ground beneath his feet. "Say what you will about the disaster, it brought this land to a somewhat primordial state. Beautiful isn't it?"

He takes a moment to relish the open expanse. "And think of the opportunities! Mines, farms, quarries, groves! All this unclaimed space waiting to be profited from!

"Oh...what are we doing? Digging? Sorry, not even a garden trowel here, but I can probably make do with my axe, in a pinch."

Knowledge (Local) Untrained: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14

Thurgar, by chance, knows a little about their destination.

"Oh, yeah, Numeria. Place was hit by a meteor. Or, I guess, the meteor blew up in the sky and then the pieces hit the place. I don't know what it was like before, but now it's a pretty lawless, savage place. There won't be any tea parties or picnics on this trip," he says.

I agree, the GM posts were good and always gave us our next steps. The interactions with the villagers were good and gave a little flavor to what was going on rather than just being skill checks.

I think the only thing that I would have liked to see tweaked a little was the wand use by the bad guy. I'm assuming it was either dice or plot driven UMD failures but it would have been nice to either see the magic effect not working or the bad guy more dismayed/surprised/angry about it to drive home that he was either having bad luck or had been sold a bill of goods.

"We should return these to the good citizens here," Thurgar says, in a tone that suggests that he's trying to convince himself as much as anyone else as his eyes twinkle with greed as brightly as the gold coins he's lasciviously eyeing.

As quickly as Thorgar drew his hammer, he stows it, though he makes sure that the first thing he does is secure the sword the guard so wisely discarded.

"Aye. An impressive hit. A shame there's not much left of this fellow to question, but perhaps we can see what he was making off with so quickly," he continues, beginning to check the luggage the priest was so eagerly packing away.

"Straight to spells? That's not very hospitable," Thorgar comments.

Surprisingly enough, this small village has a sewer system. Thorgar spots an entrance nearby and heads underground.

Knowledge (Dungeoneering): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

Knowledge (Dungeoneering): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

Thurgar will wander around the village until it is time for the sermon. He is polite and will answer anyone who talks to him, but does not go out of his way to strike up conversation or interrupt people as they go about their day.

"Thank you. We'll look around until then, if that's ok. We don't want to interrupt an important man," Thurgar says to the man.

"I always like to judge good...and bad...engineering and art," Thurgar replies, joining newt in approaching the statue.

Despite being a merchant by trade, Thurgar doesn't particularly have the gift of gab so he isn't much use in gathering information.

When he sees Newt and a little froggie, he grins and points a finger from one to the other back and forth a few times.

"No? Just me? Okay," he says with a good natured shrug.

"I'm Thurgar, by the way," he says to the grippli.

"Smart thinking wins out over wanton destruction," Thurgar comments.

He takes his shield back, strapping it to his arm then approaches the Tullivor Mausoleum, heading for the entrance.

"Oh yes, I use a polish of my own design. It's finely ground pumice stone from a dormant volcano on Kortos island mixed with eucalyptus and orange oil with just a little xanthan gum to hold everything together," Thurgar says, examining his shield with no small amount of self congratulation and pride.

"I could give you the formula, if you like. It also makes an excellent dentrifice."

He hands the shield over to Lara, expecting her to admire it as much as he does.

Thurgar eyes the mausoleum, looking for hand and footholds. He figures out a track and gives it a try.

Climb: 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (1) + 3 - 4 = 0

It's hard to tell what gets in his way more...his short, stubby limbs or his heavy, bulky armor.

In either case, he gets no farther than his first foot and hand hold.

"I suspect this tower was built particularly for this purpose," Thurgar says.

"And while I don't want to disrespect the dead, I don't mind punishing pettiness," he continues and sets to work destroying enough of the tower to stop it from blocking the sun from getting to the correct spot.

"Indeed, though I am a little unsettled at the idea of defacing a tomb. Then again, given what's already been done to find the treasure..." he casts a meaningful look at the dead body.

"Fair enough. We know about your family's feud with theirs. But you'll understand if we're a bit wary about trusting someone who very likely murdered someone," he gestures vaguely back at the corpse.

"Was it self defense or something?"

Greetings assorted people.

I'm taking tomorrow off and heading to visit my Mom. Her internet is spotty at best so I likely won't post until Monday.

Please bot me if necessary. (Thurgar will throw his axe then get out his Lucerne hammer. He has a feat that lets him use a reach weapon with a shield.)

Seeing someone with a hawk, given what they've already discovered, Thurgar is immediately suspicious.

He tries not to show it, though and approaches the woman.

"Seems like someone got the order of operations wrong, doesn't it?" he says gesturing back towards the slain young man with gallows humor.

"They're supposed to be dead before you bring them to the cemetery."

Thurgar is no master detective, but he does become suspicious when an investigation into a death that involved some sort of bird of prey leads them to a tomb covered in sculptures of birds of prey.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 6

"Interesting. Hawk's aren't usually aggressive against humanoids," Thurgar comments.

He'll follow the tracks just to see if he can find who left them, though he won't leave the cemetery.

If he can't find the owner of the tracks, he'll head toward the mausoleum.

Thurgar strokes his beard in a thoughtful manner. Looking closely, you might note his eyes darting from one of his companions to another hopefully. Yet, his hopes are dashed and he begins to think in earnest when no one else comes up with a solution.

Kn. Nobility (Untrained): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14

He does know a thing or two about tracks, though so he goes to see what he can see about them.

Survival: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18