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Thurvek gives the paladin such a stinkeye as Marcus fells the blue goblin.
What did I just say?!!!

Thurvek swing his battleaxe in a downward swing against the blue goblin.
MW Battleaxe: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
Confirming: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16 It's a hit, at least.
Dmg.: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

"By Clanggedin's beard, save me a piece of him!!" Thurvek bellows as he continues his advance toward the blue goblin. Double move, will be able to attack next round, assuming there will be another round.

Thurvek continues his charge against the weird blue goblin. Double move. Darn these short legs!

Thurvek rushes toward the blue goblin, attempting to postion himself for a better attack point. Double move.

Thurvek stares at the DM with such ferocity as if to say, DO IT!!

Thurvek frowns, holding his battleaxe tightly, ready for a confrontation with The Damned Voice!

Thurvek takes his traditional place as flank guard.

Ever forward!

With a sigh Marcus says, "Let's pull them out and give them a decent burial."

With the aid of a rope and hopefully the others, he drags their bodies out. He then starts digging a pair of graves. Backbreaking work but it had to be done. When the hole was deep enough he lowered them in and offered a prayer, The Silver Coursers set out with a noble goal, to rescue lost children. On the way they fell victim to the evils of this place. It probably seemed to them that they died in vain, a cruel end. Lord Torm for their sacrafice I ask that you forgive their earthly sins and guide their souls in the afterlife so that they may find eternal peace."

Thurvek nods in agreement, and begins to remove his weaponry and shield and begins to drag the bodies out of the water.

"My guess", Thurvek said deadpan, "is drowning."

After witnessing Bolkvar being attacked by the nasty elf, Thurverk gets visibly upset, keeping his cool enough not to rage. The dwarven cleric takes a 5-foot step forward to the edge of the water, reloads, and fires.
Heavy Crossbow: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
Dmg.: 1d10 ⇒ 8

Thurvek lets loose on the nasty elf.
Heavy Crossbow: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
Dmg.: 1d10 ⇒ 10

Not stupid enough (yet) to engage a elf walking on water, Thurvek takes out his heavy crossbow and loads it.
Will attack next round.

Thurvek turns from the conversation to search the cave of any obvious scry foci or ease-dropping items.
Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29 D-a-a-a-m-n!

Thurvek takes his traditional role as flank guard, battleaxe ready.

Let's go

At the sound of 'elf magic', Thurvek folds his arms to his chest, and huffs to himself, "Elves.."

[dice=Diplomacy]1d20+7

”Aye. And it’s urgent. Those children we saved? Others may yet be in danger. Your help in this could save lives.”

"Yea damn right!" Thurvek says, pounding his fist in his hand. "Let's go!"

Level 4 Summary:

+1 Bloodrager/Cleric
+15 hp (1d12 max + 2 Con + Toughness)
+1 Cha (12)
+1 BAB
+1 Fort, +1 Will
+2 rounds of rage
+1 1st-level cleric spell
+1 2nd-level cleric spell

Raging Resistance (Ex)
At 4th level, instead of gaining spells, a bloodrager becomes resistant to spells. While bloodraging, he gains spell resistance equal to 8 + his bloodrager level. Unlike normal spell resistance, the untouchable rager’s spell resistance cannot be voluntarily lowered. As long as the untouchable is bloodraging, the spell resistance is persistent, and can only be lowered by ending the bloodrage. At 7th, 10th, 13th, and 16th levels (when other bloodragers would gain bloodline spells), an untouchable rager’s spell resistance from raging resistance is increased by 1.

This ability replaces the spells, blood casting, eschew materials, and bloodline spells class features.

Celestial Resistances (Ex)
At 4th level, you gain resistance 5 to acid and cold.

Skills
+1 Diplomacy
+1 Handle Animal
+1 Intimidate
+1 Perception
+1 Knowledge (history)
+1 Sense Motive
+1 Heal
+1 Climb
+1 Knowledge (religion)

Background Skills
+1 Craft (weapons)
+1 Appraise

Hey everybody! My wife and I will be celebrating our 15th wedding anniversary Thursday, so no posts tomorrow from me. I'm be back on Friday.

The dwarven cleric stomps down the stairs leading from his room to the common room below. Thurvek see the human wizard deep in thought, and walks over to sit at his table.
"Morning, Ranek", Thurvek said with a half-smile. Sleep well?"

Concentration: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13
Thurverk wakes slowly, as the effects of last night's celebrations, still linger. Despite his dreams, the sour dwarf is happy. He not only performed the best field surgery of his life, but helped save three innocent lives. He is proud of himself, but is careful not to feel prideful. Gazing up at the ceiling, the dwarven cleric murmurs, "..Thank you..so much, Clanggedin. Thank you so much for your wisdom and guidance..long may I continue to benefit from them..Praise be your name."
Slowly, Thurvek stumbles around the room, gathering his gear and weapons to pray for his spells, ever grateful for his god's blessings.

In the morning, after prayers, Thurvek will stumble into the temples of Tempus and Torm to explain what happened with the children and his procedure to remove the evil shard.

"I agree", nods Thurvek. "Tonight will consist of two objectives: Speak with any physican or cleric in this town to explain what I did and what I found in Maerla. And find a bar and drink it dry. I think I've earned it", the dwarven cleric smirks.

"Do not fret, Bolkvar", Thurvek said gently as he carefully carried Maelra in his arms. "We won. We are bringing these children back from an assuredly horrible fate."
"We must remember one of Clanggedin Silverbeard's most profound lessons: Choosing the proper battlefield often determines victory. We could not engage the bastards who would do this to children for the sake of the children's safety."
The dwarven cleric's voice lowered to a growl. "Oh yes. They are gonna get their's. And it will be a horrid reckoning!"

Thurvek breathes a weary sigh of relief, as he carefully bandages up Maelra head.
"She's as ready as she'll ever be for transport. I could carry her back, but that mean my first priority will not be combat if it comes", the dwarven cleric spoke. "Regardless of who cares Maelra, everyone else forms a barrier around the children until we get back to town."

Thurvek, using Ranek's waterskin, attempts to flush out the remaining ash from the wound before attempting to close and heal it.

With the paladin still nearby, Thurvek exclaimed, "WATER! I need some more water to clean the wound!" Still holding the crystal shard in his tweezers, the dwarf also asked "Someone take this damn crystal from me!"

"I'm busy", grunts Thurvek. "F#<k off!"

"Whatever happens, I must not be disturbed. I'm at a critical part of the operation. Please keep whatever it is away", pleads Thurvek, without looking up from his patient.

The dwarven cleric is too focused on his patient to respond unless he is asked specifically about the operation or the patient.

As he carefully worked on Maerla, Thurverk posed a question to the psychic monk.
"Aldondrick, does your 'mind magic' have a means to sedate people? If so, I may need it."

Thurvek took careful stock of Maelra's wound. It was new, only a few days' healed. There should be no difficulty finding and removing a crystal, assuming the Art about it didn't cause any complications and that one was present. Probing with fine metal instruments, he soon found a hard spot where the flesh should still be soft and a small area of softness about it, which ought to be hard. He thought a small part of her skull had been removed to make way for the hard object within. It was just the size of what they'd found in the horse's brows.

Thurvek's eye's darkened a bit as Maelra's situation hit him.

In a fatherly voice, Thurvek explains, "Don't worry, son. We'll do everything we can to make you healthy enough for travel." The dwarven cleric attempts to find the same materials in Maerla's cut as those found in the ramaging horses. "Now, Algar, while I'm tending to Maerla, please try to describe the weird things the trolls made you eat. It may be important."
I've already made several Heal checks. If you wish Thurvek to make more, please say so.

After any reply he summoned a light to assist Thurvek. "We need to check that wound. There might be something in it. Don't worry the gods will help us cleanse it..."

Thurvek gave The Swordarm of Torm an exasperated look as the human brought some light over.

Thurvek looks up from examining the stricken girl into Bolkvar's eyes to nod, silently confirm his suspicions.
The dwarven cleric leans down close to the girl's head and speaks with a soft, calm tone.
"Maelra. My name is Thurvek. It looks like you have a sharp cut on the back of your neck. I will need you to turn on your side so I can see it better."
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (3) + 0 = 3
Maintaining the calm tone of his voice, Thurvek asked, "Marcus, can you please bring a light so I can see better."
From with the healer's kit, Thurvek produces a small pair of tweezers.

Thurvek grimly walked over to the girl and bent down to administer care. He first moved a dagger from his belt to his boot for easier reach, then opened the healing kit to begin tending to the stricken girl, yet being cautious about any sign of attack.
I came here to save children, and by DAMN, that what I'm gonna do!
Heal check: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (10) + 11 = 21
Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29

Thurvek begins to rummage through his backpack for his healer's kit.

I wasn't sure. The wording was weird.
After shopping the head off a troll to make sure it's dead. Thurvek put away his weapon and calmly walked over to the children.
"Little ones, we have come a long way to find you and take you home."

Thurvek continues his attack on the troll.
MW Battleaxe (with Barra's Buff): 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 6 + 1 = 21
Dmg.: 1d8 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 2 + 1 = 8

The dwarven cleric advances on the remaining ogre menacing the paladin.
MW Battleaxe (with Barra's Buff): 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 6 + 1 = 22
Dmg.: 1d8 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 2 + 1 = 9

With the battle joined, Thurvek takes a 5 ft. step forward to be shoulder-to-shoulder with his dwarven brother-in-arms. With his battleaxe in hand, the dwarven cleric whispers a quick prayer to Clanggedin Silverbeard, and strikes the ogre before him.
MW Battleaxe (with Barra's Buff): 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 6 + 1 = 20
Dmg.: 1d8 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 2 + 1 = 9

Order is Hakon, Barra, Aldon, Giants, Marcus, Ranek, Bolkvar, Ari, Thurvek. The party is up!

I'm confused. Since the giants have gone already, shouldn't they be out of the initiative order for now? And I forget, can any party member do their actions or must we wait for those in higher initiative order to go first?

Thurvek grumbles to himself as Bolkvar seemingly lands with finesse and grace.

Sorry, my fault for not stressing this. You're standing at the lip of a 20 foot cliff, basically. Taking a move action forward toward the enemy would mean falling damage. You can do an acro check to reduce falling damage. Or climb down. Just taking the hit is cool too, but wanted to be sure that's what was intended and not me doing an accidental s@&@ty DM gotcha. :)

WTF. Okay. Thurvek will attempt the Acrobatic check.

Thurvek double moves to meet the cluster of ogres. End of surprise round actions.

Thurvek unhooks his battleaxe from his belt, guarding the rear as the party enters the faux wall.

Thurvek marks the darkness behind them, with his steely-eyed gaze.
Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27

"This is so gods-damn weird!!"