Tongu's page

1d4 ⇒ 3 Notice
1d6 ⇒ 5 WD

Tongu happy for the brief rest, takes off his boots, and rubs his feet. As he finds a small puddle to soak them in, he uncaps one of his flasks and takes a deep draught of the soothing liquor. "Ah that's better". "Thank you Cayden for blessing this stuff".

"Nasty looking place hey"? "I say we observe for a while, and see what activity me might find". "We should really circle the village to see what else awaits, but I'd rather charge in the gates alone, than walk another foot through this cursed swamp".

I guess so. especially for items that would be good for anyone. Just take the ones that make sense for your character then roll off for the ones in question. If you win the last roll, you're not eligible till everyone gets a useful item again. At this point there are only two of us, so let's just roll. Speaking of that...should we try to recruit a couple more?

2d6 ⇒ (1, 4) = 5 Roll for boots.

Tongu sits himself heavily on the creatures chest, and glares at him.

"I'm in a swamp". "I'm sweaty and tired". "And I need a drink...badly, so why don't you rethink your position, and I might get up".

1d6 ⇒ 6 Intimidation
1d6 ⇒ 6 WD

1d6 ⇒ 4 Explode
1d6 ⇒ 5 Explode So an 11!!!

Since there only seem to be two active players, what do you say we try to recruit again? I don't mind playing with two, but it might get a bit hairy later on.

1d4 ⇒ 2 Notice
1d6 ⇒ 1 WD

Obviously Tongu needs a drink

"While you're carving him up, and getting answers, I'm going to search the place and make sure there's no more surprises".

Tongu will search the rest of the house, and of course if he finds any ale...well combat is thirsty work.

"Here". "Let me try".

1d8 ⇒ 2 Strength
1d6 ⇒ 5 WD

"That is a sturdy door". "I guess to be expected out here in the dangerous, nasty, awful, hateful, hot, did I mention nasty swamp". Tongu mentions rubbing shoulder.

"Let's look for another way in, or burn him out".

"Oh no you don't".

1d6 ⇒ 4 Attack
1d6 ⇒ 6 WC
1d6 ⇒ 5 WC Explode Total 11...should be a raise

1d4 + 1d6 + 1d8 ⇒ (1) + (3) + (1) = 5 Damage

And spend a Bennie to re-roll that damage.

1d4 + 1d6 + 1d8 ⇒ (2) + (1) + (4) = 7 Damage

Great...Hopefully that will cause a wound...

Have a bit of connectivity through the port right now so will try to see if this posts.

"You're no halfling. Some of my best friends are halflings and they never act like this."

Nils draws his short sword and his dagger and attacks the fake halfling (just with the sword as he does not want to roll at minus -4).

Attack
[dice=Attack Roll (d8)]1d8-2

[dice=Wild]1d6-2

[dice=Damage]1d8+1d6

don't forget your aces (exploding dice). Every raise gets you an extra 1d6 damage.

"By Cayden's coldest mug, you will not get away with this betrayer".

1d6 ⇒ 5 Attack
1d6 ⇒ 2 WD

1d8 + 1d4 ⇒ (8) + (4) = 12 Damage
1d8 + 1d4 ⇒ (8) + (4) = 12 Damage aces
1d8 + 1d4 ⇒ (7) + (1) = 8 Damage aces

Can anybody say ouch!

If the ganging up rules apply there is another +1 to hit

Not to nitpick, but Tongu failed the healing skill check, and all he did was stop the poison with his heal spell. He would have to cast it again to heal up the wounds. Also, after careful reading of the power, not sure of the time frame, but the wounds have to be healed within an hour of taking them..."The Golden Hour", and Poison/Disease within 10-minutes. Let's go with what we have for now, since it's cool, but something to keep in mind.

"That really wont be necessary!" Proudfoot answers. The snake wrangler looks as though he wants to go stand between Nils and the entrance to his untidy home, but he is prevented from doing so by Tongu, who begins healing thew halfling's numerous injuries. The wounds on Proudfoot's arms/torso - both those inflicted by snakes and the other, unexplained wounds that seem to have been caused by a blade - close up as though by magic and his face assumes a healthier colour as the poison is purged from his system.

"Ah, that's much better!" Proudfoot sighs, grinning widely. Perhaps a little too widely. His mouth suddenly seem to take up altogether too much of his face...!

Rolling Notice (with a -2 penalty) for Tongu...
1d4-2
1d6-2 > EXPLOSION > 1d6 > 9

You manage to withdraw your hand as the swamp warden snaps a mouthful of long, sharp teeth closed where it had been but a moment before! Proudfoot's flesh ripples like the surface of a pond disturbed by a pebble as he lauches himself towards you once more!

Initiative [Round 1]
TONGU: QUEEN [HEARTS]

ADRIAN: JACK [CLUBS]
NILS: SEVEN [CLUBS]
PROUDFOOT: THREE [SPADES]

So sorry - work has been stupid busy. Updating now.

Adrian sees the priest lash out at the halfling. He can't believe what his eyes are telling him, but he nocks an arrow into his bow and looses it towards the small, changing creature.

[dice=Shooting]d10 for 2d6

Let me know if I got anything wrong there!

Don't forget your d6 Wildcard die. You roll this on all trait tests (Not damage rolls), and use the higher of the two rolls. It can explode. Also you have (3)Bennies to start with. Rolling one will allow you to pick up all your dice and roll again. Usually using more than one action in a round causes you to take a -2 to your roll foe each action. ie...load and fire a bow might be two actions, so the shot would be at -2. I believe that is how it works.

Where did everybody go?

Where did the extra +2 damage come from?

Proudfoot is Shaken. Spirit roll to maintain... the 'thing' he is doing.
Spirit: 1d6
Wild Die: 1d6
Success!

The halfling hisses at you as your little blade opens a red line along his cheek.

When you roll melee weapon damage you roll your STR die, plus whatever the weapon die is and add them together. No wildcard roll on damage, and you can't spend bennies, however the dice still ace, and you get an additional 1d6 damage if your attack roll has a raise.

"Beware"! "Treachery is afoot"!

The big man moves with surprising grace considering his bulk, drawing his dagger and slashing at the best as he moves.

1d6 ⇒ 1 Fighting
1d6 ⇒ 4 Wildcard

1d8 + 1d4 ⇒ (5) + (2) = 7 Damage

1d4 ⇒ 1 Notice
1d6 ⇒ 6 Wild Die
1d6 ⇒ 5 Exploding Die

"Here". "Let me take a look at that wound". "My God has granted me power to heal, and protect".

1d6 ⇒ 1 Healing
1d6 ⇒ 3 Wild Die

1d8 ⇒ 1 Faith (Healing) For Poison
1d6 ⇒ 3 Wild Die

Spend Bennie to re-roll above

1d8 ⇒ 4 Faith (Healing) For Poison
1d6 ⇒ 4 Wild Die

1d8 ⇒ 3 Faith (Detect Arcane)
1d6 ⇒ 4 Wild Die

POWER POINTS 6/10
Bennies 2/3

You're close. Unless something has changed, the wild die is always a d6

1d4 ⇒ 3 Survival
1d6 ⇒ 1 Wild Die

"That sounds like a good idea". "Any idea where he usually shops". "We could then ask those merchants what his preferred choice of goods is"..."Though I can't imagine what anyone could require except for a substantial quantity of ale, to help him through those lonely nights in the swamp alone". ...Tongu shudders at the thought.

Tongu puts his head down on the table and pounds his fist, whining loudly as he overhears the conversation. Brinestump Marsh"! "Not another swamp". "Why me"? He then looks up with a sigh or resignation, and drains his mug in one swallow. Getting to his feet he staggers a bit, and laughs it off.

"Well I've heard enough". "I'm leaving at the crack of noon tomorrow, and heading that way". "Duty calls". "Now I'm going to go get rid of about half of what I just drunk, and turn in for the evening". He makes a point of looking at Adrian, knowing that Nils is in. "You gonna be there"?

Adrian follows Ameiko, surprised to be taken to that table. He greets his new comrades and introduces himself. He settles into his seat with his ale and asks "So, you think there will be others who join or is it up to us fine lads to tackle the bounty?" he smirks slightly. An obese drunk, a gnome and an impoverished outcast all set of in search of a goblin encampment...sounds like a lame joke. "What brings you two to Sandpoint?"

"Well My Adrian, have a seat". "One thing I've learned in the amount of time I've spent listening to strangers in my temple"... Tongu gestures around the taproom, " It's to not judge a man by his appearance but by the worth of his spirit". "I happen to have been a part of a jolly bunch of adventurers that had a quite successful raid up the coast a bit". "The rest took a ship to parts elsewhere, but I kind of decided to stay put here a while". Seems a quite friendly place". "But as my purse it getting a bit light, I thought a through trashing of a few goblins might be good for the soul...as well as the pocketbook".

"So what's your story"? "I'm sure it's much braver and more interesting than mine, or even Nil's cousin".

Finally relaxed now that he has a pint or two in his enormous gut, Tongu turns to his new comrades.

"Well what say ye"? "I'm in the mood for a bit of sport, and could always use the coin". "It can be expensive paying tribute to my god".

As the priest speaks, he carefully tests the heft of his purse again.

"Well". "I can probably answer the first question, before I have an ale, but the rest will have to wait till after I've wet my whistle". "Names Tongu...well met Nils".

Tongu flourishes his hand towards the chair across from him, and takes a seat in the other. He then impatiently waits for the server to take his order.

"I'll have a Big Gulp Ale please... And keep them coming".

Tongu, looked around at his friends as he read the notice out loud. "10-GP for a simple Goblin ear". "I don't know about you guys, but that sounds more exciting than just about anything...well except maybe for a cold mug of ale". "What say ye that we head into the old Rusty Dragon here, and have a fresh one, and mull over this opportunity". Without waiting for a reply, Tongu heads towards the well known tavern, unconsciously reaching for his purse to check how heavy it is.