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Thorgil keeps swinging his axe.

Attack, Damage: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 141d8 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

"Gahhh!" Torgil grunts in pain and moves to attack the skulk again.

Attack, Damage: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 71d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

"Hell's bells! Where did you come from?" Thorgil yells. He doesn't wait for a reply, instead rushing him with his axe swinging.

Initiative: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18
Attack, Damage: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 81d8 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Oh come on with my attack rolls...

Nice rolls there! Luckily the spider is just as ill-fated it seems.

Torgil dodges out of the way of the spider's bite, spins around and swings his axe again.

Attack, Damage: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 71d8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

"Gah! I wish our cows back home would grow as much!" Torgil comments as he moves in to strike the spider with his axe.

Initiative: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
Attack, Damage: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 101d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Frustrated by missing the little bugger, Torgil attacks again, hoping to be more accurate this time. With a mighty "Yaaargh!" he brings his axe down.

Attack, Damage: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 101d8 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Deflecting the feeble blows of the kobolds easily, Torgil bellows out: "That's right! It's your friend down there with his skull split. Who's next?!"

In case I am out of sync with the rest when my turn comes up, Torgil will engage the nearest Kobold still standing and attack.
Attack, Damage: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 131d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Torgil moves up to the enemies and swings his axe in a mighty arc.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
Initiative: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

Blind as a bat, but fast as a lightning.

"Looks like we have to head back. This is a dead end" Torgil reasons.

"Looks a bit same like on the face at the entrance. So unless someone learned that language since we entered, I'd say no", Torgil reasons.

He looks around for any other exits in the room.

TBH I'd rather wait through the move than to force the game through with too fast pace. But your call.

Yup I'm still here. I also have been under too much load in GMing occasionally and I know how it feels. As long as DaWay is going to try to put effort, I'm going to stick :)

"Grah! I hate when my suspicions are correct!" Thorgil shouts as he spins his axe a couple of times, preparing to strike the skeleton down.

Initiative: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
Damage, if it hits: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Torgil picks up the letter and hands it to Kazuo. "I'm no expert in linguistics, but I think this looks like writing from those faraway eastern countries. Can you read it?"

When they reach the next room Torgil carefully approaches the pile of bones and kicks it gently to see if it would also want them dead.

Well at the moment the game just isn't fun for me, and that's why we play these games, right? To have fun.

But if you say you are willing and able to put some more time and effort into runnign this game, I'm willing to stick around.

Regretfully I will retire from this game. I could come up with excuses of not having enough time and whatnot, but I have to speak my mind.

Call me spoiled (I'm a Weaver, after all) but this game hasn't really been what I expected, mainly because the minimal effort put in by the DM. In the beginning it looked good, but already half way through the first part it started to feel like the players are playing and the DM is just quickly copy pasting text from the adventure book. I understand it could be just lack of time, but whether that or lack of enthusiasm, if the effort is at this level, I'd rather not play at all.

So thanks for the time. You may NPC Torgil as you see fit as I won't be participating in any more PFS scenarios with him. If you need editing rights for his sheet, let me know your M-W username and I'll add it.

Torgil walks up to the door and tries to open it. "Doesn't look like anything more to see here, let's keep going!" he says.

Torgil wipes off the blade of his axe and looks at the now still pile of goo. "Well that one gave up easily enough", he says and looks around again. "You see anything else of interest than the door here?"

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Thorgil's eyes bulge as he witnesses the slime move. "Oh great! Now even some big pile of snot wants us dead too!" he shouts. Hearing Skipper's question he starts moving forward towards the slime with his axe raised. "Don't know but I'm going to try!" the big warrior screams as he brings the axe down.

Initiative: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

So did the gust blow all characters back or did the ones that succeeded in the save make it past?

"Hells bells!" Torgil exclaims as he struggles against the wind. "We need to figure out how to get past that thing. I could always smash that face into dust?"

Reflex save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20

Torgil follows Azizi close behind with an axe and shield in hand.

"Anyone can read this?" Torgil asks as he eyes the script on the relief.

Torgil keeps his shield fastened to his left forearm and scans the area. "Talking corpses! This trip is starting nicely, don't you think?" he says and chuckles.

Back in full force. Was a really busy trip. Thanks for rolling for me, DM. That's about what Thorgil would have done anyway :)

"Damned monster! Stay still so I can send you to the Boneyard!" Torgil bellows as he takes a step on the ghoul's side and swings his axe again.

Trying to get into a flanking position, or offer one of the other group members one.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Going on a business trip for the next week or so. I'll try to throw in a post every now and then, but feel free to NPC me if otherwise you would be waiting for me.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Oops. Hopefully Torgil's not going to sprain an ankle or worse :)

Torgil raises his eyebrows at Azizi's comment. "You call this a paved road?" he says, gesturing at the pile of rubble at the base of the cliff. "You must have some rotten roads where you come from! he says grinning, while appraising the pile with his eyes and tries some of the stones for foothold.

Climb check: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

"Trade agreements? Some sort of papers?" Torgil asks and shrugs. "I suppose we could look for them while we explore the ruins."

Double post by DM? :)

Torgil sits at a table made of a barrel, on a stool made of a thick log, brooding over his gigantic tankard of mead. The crowds clearly are not his thing, at least not until he's downed a few more gulps of the sweet drink in his hand. The fireworks, however, catch his attention, some of them reminding him of the auroras that are common to his homeland on brisk winter nights.

Torgil wipes the gore off his axe on the clothes of his former adversaries. "Who the hell are these guys and why did they attack us?" he says.

Torgil, bloodied by the two kills under his belt already, spins furiously around and moves to attack Halli. "By Gorum, you will face your maker today!" he screams and brings his axe down in another deadly swing.

Attack Halli: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
Confirm crit: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14
Basic damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Critical damage if it did connect: 3d8 + 9 ⇒ (8, 2, 8) + 9 = 27

Will save vs. channel: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Thorgil roars as he's burned by the negative energy. "You will pay for that!" he yells as he moves in to confront the cleric and attacks him with his axe.

Attack Deandre: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Next round?

Torgil narrowly parries Larkin's thrust with his shield. Using the opening, he retaliates, swinging his axe in a wide arc and cutting the rogue a hideous wound.

Attack Larkin: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

I'm also a little bit puzzled where Larkin is getting the flanking bonus to his attack... Maybe I'm reading the map wrong?

Does Torgil get an AoO when Ledford attacks Targ? If he does, here it is:
Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Torgil readies his shield and weapons, ready to confront the enemies.

If the distance between Torgil and the closest enemy is 20 ft or less, Torgil will just step in between his group and the enemy. If they are further away, he will move forward so that the distance is 20 ft

Torgil looks at Targ and Skipper. "Administer the medicine to the children and leave the rest to her. Then let's get out of here before I start breaking up stuff", he says, his voice full of contempt and barely contained anger.

"So what's this talk about the kids working during the day? What kind of work is that?" Thorgil says, eyeing the empty bottles with disgust.

Torgil nods and steps in past the old lady, taking a good view of the lobby.

Thorgil sneers at the old hag. "Aren't you a sad old woman, and a bad judge of character on top of it. Step aside now or say goodbye to the medicine", he says, tired of playing games with the mistress.

"Not going to happen" Torgil tells the woman in a tone that doesn't leave much room for argument. "We were tasked to evaluate your... worthiness for this aid and what we've seen and heard so far doesn't look promising. Let us in, let us see these sick children and then maybe, just maybe we will give you the package."

"You might not want to see that woman, Targ, but I do" Torgil says and you can hear pure anger in his voice. The big warrior walks up to the front door and hammers on it with his meaty fist.

"Fine establishment indeed!" Torgil laughs aloud. "I don't think I've seen a fancier orphanage, ever. But you are right, let us talk to the mistress and take a look around the house. Targ and Skipper, being men of cloth I presume you could even oversee the application of the medicine for the sick children?"