Tural Ardas's page

It's kinda sad to not play Tural any more. He's one of my best and favourite characters.

Good luck and thanks for running a great game!

Tural moves with the group to the food store but doesn't take anything. When Trinia asks to join he nods and smiles.
"You are welcome to join us, the more the merrier. And we're gonna need all the help we can get."
He turns to Allyph and nods.
"Of course we will come back. Maybe not on the way back, I do not know what will happen there and we wouldn't want to get you into trouble. But we will come back to show you the grave."

Tural nods, seeming lost in thought for a moment.
"We do know him, not the most pleasant encounter. We brought him back his dismembered grandson. To make a long story short, the boy was beaten and used for god knows what."
He glances out the window and continues.
"We should find Thousand Bones fast, he seemed really reasonable even though his grandson was killed. If anyone might aid this situation it might be him."
The tree man grabs his bag and nods, signalling that he is ready. he turns to Weiss and Corven.
"Before we head off, since the spirits said you were destined, I want to add you to the group. It will take only a moment."
He moves over to Corven and grabs his head in his hands. Tural closes his eyes and concentrates for a moment. Corven suddenly feels Tural's mind press against his, trying to make some sort of connection.
After finishing with Corven he does the same to Weiss.

Before everyone is ready he makes sure everyone's wards are in place and maxed out.

Should you accept Tural, then you are added to his life link circle! Everyone get's a battle ward cast on him. Since we are a higher level the battle ward is now +4 AC

"Then we should make haste."
Tural says at the end of the story.
"Let's seek out Thousand Bones, maybe he can help us."

"It's been a while hasn't it?"
Tural says, greeting Trinia in a warm embrace.
"Jasan, it would be a pleasure! Some lunch will do us good."
He responds in his own booming voice, grinning at the man. As he steps inside he ducks to not bang his head on the door frame and waits for Trinia of Jasan to lead the way.

Tural blinks as the presence fades, feeling oddly empty inside.
"Well... I think we have our answer."
He holds out his hand to Corven and Weiss in turn, his rough wooden skin scraping their hands as he shakes them.
"Now what, we need some supplies and information in the morning. After that we head off I assume?"

Ancestral memory < 81 is success: 1d100 ⇒ 75

Tural returns to the party, completely rested for the night. He sits down cross legged in the midst of everyone and concentrates on the spell. Ghostly forms swirl around and through him as the spell takes effect.
"Fathers and mothers before me. I have a question."
He looks at Weiss and Corven in turn, asking his question to the spirits aloud.
"These two wish to join our quest, to join our group and our cause. Have you any advice on the matter, have you encountered such a situation before?"

@GM have my grandparents been in such an odd group before? :P

Tural stares in disbelief, taking in the story.
"She has been possessed by a dragon? Well not possessed but... This changes a lot..."
He turns to Weiss.
"I will prepare the spell, see about this whole situation. It seems we need the help more than I thought... I can be ready in an hour."
With that he takes off, leaving the others to discuss what to do. He heads outside towards the tree Weiss was in earlier and sits down. It being dark outside he blends in perfectly as he closes his eyes and begins to drift, letting his mind dwell with the spirits.

Switching spells and resetting spells for the day, takes about an hour!

If everyone is still present once he comes back he will use the spell.

Knowledge religion: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Sense motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25
Perception to see if Weiss keeps her hands to herself during the meeting: 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (3) + 25 = 28

Tural listens to Weiss and Corven explaining their story. Though he doesn't know the god he does believe she tells the truth.
"You tell us you are chosen by a god, I believe that. But the fact that bothers me most is that you proclaim to be a thief, without hesitation."
He keeps his eyes on her, and fills in the gaps for Corven.
"The queen of Korvosa, the one behind the plague and the one pulling the strings in the city. She has a possessed crown on her head, which took control of her. Not only that, it also made her invincible."
He tells him the story they heard, about her being shot through the head and simply ignoring the arrow.
"Blackjack is the hero of the city, don't know him very well but... Before we were there he helped out the citizens."
He thinks for a moment on the last question.
"Bloodpig... is better left alone. A bloody game to entertain a crime lord..."
He looks both Weiss and Corven in the eyes, taking a moment before moving on.
"Now... You both said you were called to join us. We know nothing of this and we know nothing about you but what you just told us. I have a proposition, I will prepare a ritual tonight. I will be able to perform this ritual tomorrow. I will talk with my ancestors, see what they have to say about this situation."

I would switch out one of my spells for a ancestral memory. It can give insight in the current situation. I thought this could be a fun spell to help the situation along! (though it may not be the intended use...) Is this alright with you GM?

Tural looks everything but impressed, being someone who communes with spirits on a daily basis.
"Well met, now let's get Corven and hear what you have to talk about."
He walks over to where Corven mentioned he would go before they parted ways, the nearest place to get a drink. Once found he returns to the group with both halflings in tow.

Tural tells everything that happened since Allyph left, being filled in when his memory fails him. He eventually falls silent, having nothing left to tell.
"Shall we see what those two halflings want before we head off to bed? We still have a ways to go before we reach our destination."
The large tree man stands, stretching his limbs. He moves over to the door and steps into the fresh evening air. Walking to the middle of the street he glances about, to see if he can spot the couple.

Perception: 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (13) + 25 = 38

He spots Weiss with ease and makes his way over to the tree.
"Unusual spot... We are done talking for now. Where is your friend? I believe you wanted to introduce yourself?"
With a flip of his hand he casts levitate on the halfling to get her down to ground level.

Tural nods.
"Three wishes... One for the creature to die a horrific death, and two to revive Baer and Mavor."
He thinks back to the moment, the loss and the horror still fresh on his mind.
"I think Quorthos will pay for it, though he hasn't yet."
Sitting on the other side of the bed Tural tries to comfort her.

"We tried to bring her back, but to no avail."
Tural moves over to Allyph and puts his arm on her shoulder.
"We can show you her grave if you want. It fit's her perfectly, beautiful and rough in the same place."

Tural nods, not sure what to think of the two.
"Two hours it is."
He ducks inside the building.

I assume we will do a quick story to Allyph, so Weiss and Corven don't have to wait? Maybe even in spoilers?

Tural stares at Corven, his golden eyes glowing in the evening light.
"We want to speak with Allyph alone. We can do introductions later. We are almost complete anyways..."
He says, anger and sadness of the recent loss on his face. Moving over to the door he holds it open for the others, making his point clear to Corven. Standing next to the halfling shows something which was hard to see before. Tural seems to be covered with an uncountable number of scars, the grit of battle seems to cling on his body.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28

Not personal ofcourse, but seeing as one of their party members died recently it would only be fitting to tell Allyph in person instead of with strangers. Very nosy strangers at that ;P

Tural takes the flask and takes a good mouthful. Turning back to Allyph he shakes his head solemnly as she tries to look past the duo.
"We'd best take the rest of our conversation inside, or at least not in the middle of the street. A lot has indeed happened while..."
Weiss suddenly butts into the conversation. Tural looks down at her, anger flashing across his face for a moment before turning back into the friendly tree-man again.
"Shall we head inside?"

Tural smiles.
"It's good to see you too."
He turns to the halfling she was talking to, towering above him.
"Who is your new friend?"

Couldn't resist getting the new folks into the game!

Tural fishes out a gold piece among the coins and hands it to her.
"We are indeed. I'll take a room for myself. Thank you."
After a moment he adds.
"I don't need breakfast, only water if you please."
Giving his tree like figure credibility.
"Shall we head over to Allyph, or is it running too late?"

Forgot Neo... Such a quiet guy :P

Tural absent-mindedly answers the question.
"Yes... I mean no... Something like that."
The tree man gives a tired smile. To try and dodge the topic he switches to a different topic.
"Do you perhaps know where Allyph lives? She moved in a while back, friend of ours. Maybe we can visit before the hour gets late."
He rummages in his pouch and fishes out a couple of coins.
"How much per bed did you say?"

"I'll go and talk to the innkeeper, will some of you search out Allyph?"
Tural says, taking a look at the different buildings.
"I don't think she will have enough room for all of us."
He heads over to the inn and walks up to the innkeeper with a friendly smile on his face.
"Do you have two large rooms, sleeping spots for 6..."
He trails off for a moment, adding with a sad voice.
"I mean 5..."

The only reason Tural has so much HP is because everyone tends to leach it off of him! People keep dying and they expect him to give his to them! These people...

I could... I could... I could buy... *faints*

Tural looks in awe at the amount of money being offered him.
"Tha... Thank you."
He looks at lord Valinlot and holds up his drink.
"To a better future, for a better Korvosa."

Tural tries to put up a smile, but only manages to do so half-heartedly as he sighs on the inside.
"P-pleased to meet you."
He glances at the pitiful fire and moves over to help. His flint and steel in hand he tries to get the wood, though it isn't much, going.

Survival: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19

I always have my campaign tab open so no problem there, can't find my PM's however... Also had an addin I used to manage the website, but that stopped working the moment the website updated.

Take your time! We'll be waiting for you!

Tural accepts the invitation with a friendly nod.
"That sounds lovely."
He says as he makes his way towards the wagons, taking a good look around. If offered food Tural declines, not trusting complete strangers and having a ring that fills his belly just fine.
"Have you been on the road for long?"

Tural looks very surprised at the man bouldering towards them.
"Hello, I'm Tural."
The tree man says as he shakes the man's hand.
"Has the road been good to you?"

That must have been a ton of time to read everything... But yea it's a fun group with lots of rp possibilities! ^^

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (2) + 15 = 17

"Helloooo!"
Tural calls after the watchmen.
"Seems we are headed the same way, may we approach?"

"Some parted, some in other ways."
Tural says as he looks sad.
"Even with everything we learned she wouldn't come back. It's easier to deal with people you don't know as well."
Once all the weeds are gone he casts a few create water spells to water all the crops.
"Everything still looks the same here."
He eventually says, a smile returning to his face.

Tural joins his farther weeding the garden, making some small talk.
"Thanks for letting us stay. The times are getting dire."

"We lost too many already, I don't want to take the risk to go back."
Tural says solemnly.
"We are just with the four of us now, there is no way we stand a chance right now."

Tural nods.
"That sounds very reasonable. Let's search out these Shoanti keepers of knowledge. Maybe they know something to remove the crown. If not... We'll have to think of something else."

Welcome indeed!

Tural remains at the grave for a while, recounting memories of Baer. He eventually heads back to the group, remaining silence for the rest of the evening.

Yeah... The amulet. Even checked if I didn't already have an amulet of some sort... Thanks!

Tural shakes his head as he stands over Baer's corpse.
"Best we gather some rocks to make a grave then."

Survival to find a suitable place: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27

He sets off to look for a suitable place with Mavor, soon finding the perfect spot. A smile crosses his face as he looks at the spot. A small clearing surrounded by blooming flowers, nettles and brambles with on one side a rough cliff side.
"I think this would suit her."

I would like the ring of protection, seeing Tural is getting into the fray more and more. Otherwise the pearl of power could be of use to him.

Tural looks a bit sullen as another of their crew leaves.
"Maybe someone new will cross our path?"
He says to himself as he lays staring at the stars.

I think a new player wouldn't be unnecessary. We lost a lot of our firepower.

Happy new year everyone!

@Imoya Good luck and maybe we'll see you in the future!

Happy holidays! Hope everyone enjoys it ^^

"Good idea"
Tural whispers as he is tapped with the wand.
"What about the boat though?"

No problem!

Level 10:

+1 level of shaman
HP +8
BAB +1/+1
Will +1
Gained 4th & 5th level spell
Hex: Murksight

Skills:
- Perception
- Diplomacy x2
- Intimidate

I don't have a character for that level, so I'll let this one go.

Hurray for level 10!

Harse sounds good

Tural glares at Denario.
"Could you stop wasting my healing?"
He looks at Vencarlo.
"Harse sounds good. I have a place somewhere in between but with everything going on I don't want to risk anyone there."

Tural lets the woman do her third eye thing.
"I think we have already shown our trust, we did not take you down with Glorio. Same goes the other way round I guess. You didn't turn on us the moment we attacked him."

Tural floats back to the ground and reverts to his original size. He looks exhausted from having his body wrecked over and over again.
"You weren't joking about him..."

He grabs his wand of CLW and starts tapping everyone that needs it.