Torcet Pak's page

Sorry about my absences. I've been feeling that I had been just posting for the sake without substances sometimes and it has bothered me. Due to the nature of PbP, we've been at this quite a while that I do not remember a lot of details about what the characters been through. I've been meaning to attempt to read back so that I can make a meaningful post but other commitments have put me back on catching up. Am planning to run though the gameplay this weekend so that I can make a more meaningful post as we come to the conclusion.

wisdom: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (16) + 0 = 16

Torcet follows right behind Shirak and is just as confused as he is, he ponders looking around the surroundings for any sign or clues.

Do we note any of those strange engravings here?

perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

Torcet turns to his companion, confused, bewildered but trust in his judgement. He makes a mad dash leading a trail of dripping blood behind him.

I'll be out of internet range until this weekend, do not me if necessary. Sorry about that, last minute realisation that the place has no Wi-Fi.

Fort: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4Of course!

Torcet's head starts to spin unnervingly, he begins to look around confused. "I'm.. my nose..." Blood begins to bleed from his nose.

I have one spell use, will Cure light wounds stop whatever it is i'm feeling?

Torcet is slightly startled before he manages to reach the tree. He points his sword to the tent and looks back at Shirak, attempting to indicate something, before quickly turning his eyes back on the tent.

"Reveal yourself! We know you're in there!"

"We mean no harm If you do not." Torcet speaks loudly before whispering to his allies, "I shall investigate, cover me."

Torcet keeps his weapon held high at the sound of potential trouble. He walks carefully and slowly towards the sword, as if to inspect it and possible release it from the wood it's stuck into.

perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

"Wha...at?" Torcet gasps as he was caught off guard at what occurred before his eyes.

Torcet looks around for anything suspicious or out of place.

"I'm far capable of self defense thank you." Torcet assures Galdor. As the group paces above the log, Torcet whispers in the back. "There's something about this place, I'm unusually uncomfortable at this all." Looking nervously into the depths of the river.

"If you would so kindly, what is the description of the gate?"

The walk allows Torcet to clear his mind, and calm his relative nerves, although he still grips his weapon tightly in the event of anything unfortunate.

He proceeds to kneels down at the bank and places a finger in the river, stirring it for am moment. Unsure what reaction he will get, if any. But knows with this place, anything is capable, and keeps a stern eye for weirdness. He then looks over at the horizon somewhat in thought, and turns to Galdor as he walks across.

"What do you mean? That you're unsure about your new form surviving?"

perception on the water: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

Torcet does the same and follows right behind him. Consistently showing signs of nervousness at the situation the group currently finds themselves in.

What is going on?

I'm here as well. I think we're both hoping Reyo sheds a bit of light on the current situation. As it is Torcet is confused as none of this makes sense.

I'm partially to blame for lack of post, I think with my uncertainty of grasping the situation I was not sure how to make a meaningful post and put off posting.

"Glendo..that name does ring a bell." Torcet replies to the man. He however is drawn into the man's words as he becomes curious to understand the representations, the entrance, the demon, the other thoughts that run through his head.

"I.. I don't seem to follow you. Are you saying we have seen the entrance? And that it is not an entrance but a representation? And that the road is through Reyo's sword? I cannot seem to fathom all this. Please.. explain!" He ask as he slightly lets his guard down by lowering his sword.

Torcet feels conflicted between Shirak's and Reyo's approaches. He slightly lowers his sword, but does not let his guard down. In turn, as the man inside Daka speaks, thoughts and questions start running through Torcet's mind.

"You say you were once part of the Blue Gulls? We met them recently but they mention nothing of you in their history. Especially of the magic artefact! And who may this traitor be?"

[ooc]I did a quick scan, I'm pretty sure I don't remember the name! But then again i'm terrible with names.[/b]

"Reyo? What do you mean by that. Do you know this man?" Torcet cries as he follows suit, pulling out his sword. "Who are you?!"

Have we heard of Galdor previously?

Torcet looks warily at "Galdor", "Be you friend or foe? I'm inclined to think the former, but you have taken our friend! How can we trust you?" He attempts to judge the man, but his gut tells him that he is likely alright to be trusted.

Sense motive: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Torcet looks increasingly worried at the conversation at hand. My goodness, has he gone mad? Did he snap? Knowing the impossible could happen here, in the place of the dead(?), he follows Shirak's lead and draws his short sword.

"Stop! Get a hold of yourself Daka! Don't make us put you down!" Torcet screams at the man in attempt to scare him straight.

Intimidate?: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

Torcet meditates on the subjects at hand, in hope of an 'Aha' moment, while Shirak attempts to find his centre. But unfortunately nothing comes of it.

"Well, let's investigate this camp then. Be on your guards!"

I've realised that over the course of our game, I have played with some of you in PFS, as such I'm sure our paths shall cross again. :) All the best Daka!

Before attending to the noise, Torcet follows Shirak's lead in examining Daka. "You don't look so well, do you require some rest?"

Sorry! Had feel ill on Tuesday. Catching up with my games now.

Torcet looks around somewhat dazed as he takes a couple minutes to come to his senses. "Shi..rak?" He rubs his eyes, and his parts of his sore body. "I feel terrible, I guess sleeping in here does not work then from the looks of it. How long was I asleep?" He looks at the rubble, uncertain as to what occurred. "I had some sort of terrible dream... I think."

He jolts suddenly hearing the scream from beyond the woods, and picks himself of the ground. "Shall we investigate? No use sleeping anymore I reckon."

Have a good time! I'm from Asia, so Copenhagen is a long long way away from me.

I assume I can make a save now?

Will: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4The game really wants me to lose control!

"No! Stop! What are you doing! I need to know more! Let go of meee." Torcet flails himself in retaliation, attempting to gain control of himself by losing control.

will: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

The walls around Torcet's mind doesn't crumble as the rest of the party attempts to reach into his soul. He burst out in angry. "My mind has never felt better!" The hollow opening in the middle of his stone lute turns into a mouth with sharp edge teeth as the imagery starts to grow monstrous limbs, somewhat akin of a giant spider with no eyes. It starts waving it's limbs trying to grab the group. Torcet laughs in insanity. HAH! hah! HAH!

Simple probability question, (1/20)^2 = 0.0025, i.e. 0.25% chance. 1 in 400.

will: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

At that same moment, Torcet snarls towards Reyo and points his hands towards her. "Mine!!" He yells as a plethora of rocks rise up in the air creating a giant lute. The lute swings itself at the fist.

"I can't help it! I need to know! It's in my nature to examine everything! Arghhh!"

"No Daka, I don't believe I have the power over this." Torcet says, still keeping himself at a relatively safe distance. But after a while, "No!! Stop changing! Why!?" put of frustration, unable to determine what the mass is doing, Torcet dives into it to pick it up and shake it.

Torcet gazes at the mass with great intent, "For a moment, I assumed I was still dreaming."Why do I have a strange feeling? He says as he walks slowly curiously and cautiously towards it. As it continues changing shapes, Torcet looks nearby for stone/mass and flicks it towards the mass, while still walking slowly towards it.

"Well you have a good point Daka. Shall we all try to go to sleep then?" Torcet eyes his companions, clearly indicating that he will want to attempt going to sleep.

Torcet is momentarily lost in thought as he sees the man whither away into nothingness. He looks to Shirak as he calls his name, and speaks boldly. "Hear me out, it might sound crazy.. but what if Daka is right, and we are in some crazy sort of dream. And in death we find escape? Let's think about it. The man just disappeared out of here in death. And if this was a dream, surely we would not truly die in death?"

Reflex: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Due to his close proximity, Torcet reflexes is unable to dodge the hail of stones. He perseveres though, and does not give up fighting with his sword. "Hopefully long enough for us to take out the threat!"

shortsword: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21
dmg: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
shortsword crit?: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12
dmg: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

"I may be a performer, but that does not mean I cannot fight! You're outnumbered, it is futile!" He threatens the bard as he continues to engage in swordplay. However, Torcet speaks bigger than he can fight, as he swings his blade, his arm loses grip slightly, forcing him to miss embarrassingly.

Short Sword: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
dmg: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

reflex: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

Torcet does his best to move out of harms way as he notes the stage throwing rocks at them. "Ouf" he moans as a few rocks still catch him.

Torcet fumes with disbelief that his trust had been misjudge. "I'm sorry to have doubted you Shirak!" Torcet yells as he picks up his sword once again. He makes a move for the bard, hoping to take him down, or disable him so he can hurt no more. He swings his sword right at him.

Short Sword: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21
dmg: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Short Sword,crit?: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16
dmg: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Torcet hums along to begin but can't come to bring his voice with his visible discomfort. But the more he plays the more confident the more Torcet comes to bring to sing.

In reaction, Torcet is stunned and just stands as he watch Daka and Shirak. "What's going on?"

perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Torcet lowers his guards momentarily, as the group seems to be more at ease.

"Clearly he's jittery from our hostility, I reckon." Torcet eyes the bard. "I agree with Daka, why don't we provide ourselves a little entertainment while we're here. I'll gladly sing with you."

After a moment's thought, Torcet pauses and looks at Shirak. "What did you say? Friend?" Turning back to the bard, "Have you seen a grey funny looking humanoid before?"

will: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15

Torcet brushes off the man's stories. Ridiculous, never heard of anything as odd as that in my travels.

As Torcey gets carried away in his thoughts another time, Shirak's intimidating snare brings him to his sense. "what have you done! release them from your spell or you shall face my blade!"

intimidate, aid: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

The pace has really increased! Need to keep up.

"Well, what could be the worst that happens? This place already has thrown us some of the deadliest tricks, a storyteller would hardly seem the worst."Torcet follows closely the actions of Shirak and Daka, assuming if they have done it safely, he can too. [I]This place gets weirder with every breath. Being one of a performer himself in the old days, he sits and waits eagerly to hear what this Hyala of Gyn is.

I messed up! My imagination ran wild before I made the save, sorry GM!

will: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15

Torcet's trance slightly fades as Daka shakes him violently, but he still hears the sounds of the demons movement, a sound he can never forget, as if hundreds of bats moved at once. "Can you not gear that! He's still here! He'll kill us all! WHERE ARE YOU! Show yourself!"

In the moment of lost sanity, he draws his sword swinging it in the directions of where he thinks the sounds are.

Torcet grows frustrated unable to solve the before before him, mumbling under his breath incoherent words. As Daka begins to react, he looks towards him. In his mind he sees something, something standing behind Daka. "Daka! Behind you! That's the yellow eyed demon!" his shouts a mix of shock, frustration, and anger.

Torcet runs towards daka only to have his eyes hope towards Reyo. "Get away from them! I won't let you take them!" At this moment, Torcet's eyes hold back no more, as he continuously runs from person to person chasing after a yellow eyed demon.

Torcet curiousity is again peaked, instead of attempting to search for a means of escape his eyes gaze towards the rock, paying close attention in the details of the liquids that flow from it.
"I'm unsure about the path to be taken forward, but that liquid... what is it?" He asks everyone as he walks slowly towards it. Near, he crouches down and extend his index finger to the liquid, touching it with the tip of the finger.
If it doesn't hurt on the touch...
As he pulls out his finger, he takes a lick of the liquid, attempting to decipher it by taste. Looking funnily as he does.

1st reflex: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
2nd reflex: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

Torcet flinches as a constant stream of stones hits him, he attempts to shield himself with his arms but they do little to stop the flying stones. "Arrr..." Who is this fool? And what sorcery is this?

In a little bit of a fit of rage after being blinded and stoned, Torcet makes a mad dash towards the man attempting to strike him down.
"Who are you!?"

charge! short sword: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 1 + 2 = 15
dmg: 1d6 ⇒ 5

As he begins to see again, his mind becomes clearly as he can assess the threat before him. Torcet picks himself up off the ground, as well as his weapon, "I can't say your observations are inaccurate Shirak, everything has indeed want to kill us."

Move action to get up and move action to pick up weapon

Torcet continues rolling on the ground, hands covering his eyes, unable to react to the surrounding [b]"What's that voice I hear? erghh... There's some sort of strong magic, similar to one that we first met in the woods." As water runs down Torcets face from his eyes, his visibility starts to return, but he makes no effort to get up yet as he can barely make any figures.

Torcet falls to the ground fumbling and dropping his sword as he does so he shouts, "I can't see! My eyes!"

Torcet snickers at Daka's comment about being safe, and nods lightly, a nod of acceptance that there is little they can do against the fate that was brought unto them. He turns over to the rock, "What makes you think that is ale dear friend?" He enquires as he follows Daka slowly behind. Knowing by now never to take chances, he draws his sword as they move and gently waves his hand around. "Be there magic?"

Detect magic!

"I have a bad feeling that we are not in the place we think we are." Torcet follows, right behind the lot as he still yearns to catch his breath. "Are we safe? If so, I'd need a moment."

Torcet slow and steadily with the help of Daka, gets his footing back to follow the party. In his tiredness he huffs and puffs, and makes no remarks about the encounter, just following the group, hoping not to fall behind.

At the end of the run, he looks around, "Surely that could not be it? Could this really be the tavern we seek? Or an illusion?"

perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14