7) Babies laugh(or at least stop crying) whenever you enter a room.
and clap?
8] Your hair looks like a pure precious metal, such as silver, gold, copper or platinum.
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"good show Percy!"
Uathach raises his hand in salute, with a cheery smile, "Good Luck to you Sir Percy!" Spoiler: add +1 to all attack rolls if we're allowed to use MW lances. FIRST COURSE
SECOND COURSE
THIRD COURSE
Will post other rolls if needed, or you can.
"Excellent show to both of you....bravo"
EDIT: added it to my profile list of games, won't forget anymore...heh.
Uathach is explaining his name to his assigned squire..."It's pronounced OO-AH-Thahk...it means Spectre, Ihavfe no idea why my mother named me that..."
Uathach raises his hand in salute to the diminutive adversary. "Sir, may the best man...errr, halfling? Aasimar? Humanoid! win."
Any special rules? Like...we're all using non-magical MW items?
Uathach, never one for pomp and circumstance, merely rises, and gives a quick salute with his cold iron blade.
OK so, should I convert him to Pathfinder Fianl rules? And perhaps bring him up to 3rd level? He'd still be an underdog, but maybe he could stay conscious...
Wow, the boards are borked.... are levels important for this event? heh...
Unemployed Paladins of Iomedae welcome?
Uathach launches another defensive attack at the one Raoh just tagged. Smite Evil1d20+5=19+3=22-defensive DMG: 1d8+2+2 1d8+4=9
"Before you slaughter us, tell us, who do you work for? As we're clearly outmatched."
Uathach stays in his defensive mode, trying to fend off the rats...He attacks once more. He's too busy defending himself than attacking...
Or recruit new players....there's always new players looking to pick up the game, we're in a town, so it's easy to inject new blood.
"Ugh" Uathach mutters as he's struck again, and thinks to himself, "can't take much more of this" as he shifts into a defensive stance, and try to keep them from flanking me.. Uathach warily strikes at the ratman, missing by a Chelaxian mile. 1d20+5=10
Uathach will scan the area for evil...as he slowly approaches...Caladan is with me? I assume Branth has wandered off?
Even Uathach hears the excessively loud speech.
"Good Idea, I'll leave the scouting to those who don't wear shiny armor"
"Perhaps we should scout the location before the meeting." "I would not put it past these scoundrels to attempt to kill the lot of us."
What XP table are we using? since I'm at 1320 now, I think that's L2 on the fast table.
"I hope if doesn't come to blood then Saul, they will most likely just transfer their anger to us, then you. Which of course, will be good for you...and bad for them" Uathach laughs...
"The boneyard...to talk..." Sense Motive on Saul Spoiler: He's not setting us up is he? Lando Calrissian style? 1d20=14+5=19
"I uh, wouldn't say that about followers of Rovagug..." Uathach says to the ship captain. "Thank you, I'll contact you in the future, if I have more refugees sir.
Uathach will leave for a little while and try to find out if that riverboat is available again...watching to make sure he's not followed...even stopping around corners etc.
Spoiler: How did I get the other people out? Did I just escort them to the edge of the city? We kinda brushed over that in the first pages of the PbP...
"let's have a bite to eat while we talk Saul"
"That's good Saul, that's good." "Where will you go? We do need to get Therik and his family out of here"
Uathach pales slightly "I won't ask; because I don't want to know, do I?"
"Ah this would make a perfect temple to Iomedae..." then, Uathach grins, "joke, this would make a horrible temple...except perhaps to Asmodeus, then I'd have to burn it down." "Saul, are you planning on leaving the area then? You could escort Therik and his family to Mendev." "Of course, now I've made an enemy of Clegg."
[ooc] looks like we lost Silme (last post 4-15) and Branth (last post 4-9)
salute, blade in hand
"Very well Saul, I shall escort them out of the city tonight...for now, I will get them out of here to some other location, as they may watch the building for signs of them...Where can I go?
"Now quickly gather your things, and make for the Golden Goblin, that will be your safehouse for now, til we can arrange to get you out of the city."
"I doubt I could imagine that, since I don't allow my mind to wander in those directions, I keep myself focused on Iomedae's actions, and I try to emulate what she would do...What would Iomedae do?"
"Calm down, calm down, I'm here with Therik...we're going to get you out of Riddleport. The snake's men are down..."
Uathach opens the door, ready for more enemies or for the family...whichever is there....hoping they're not too late.
Uathach will see to Therik, see if I can help him.
"Iomedae's will be done." Uathach says as he cuts down his opponent, "You're next spellflinger". pointing his blade toward the caster, as blood splatters at his feet. Uathach's confidence restored as the tide of battle turns their way, and as he just dispatched one of the thugs spectacularly, his words hold more weight than before. Intimidate:1d20+3=18
"Aauugh" Uathach cries out as the bolts sears into him. "I hate wizards, Caladan, Therik take him down." Uathach launches a vicious attack at the thug he's facing. His blade leveled at his neck ,no lack of skill evident in this threat, as Uathach takes advantage the thugs overconfidence. Mechanics:
Uathach Draws his blade, gives a mighty shout (intimidate) and moves to the flank of the one of the left. placing the enemy between his other. "May Iomedae deliver justice to these souls". His might shout is only might in his own mind Mechanics: Spoiler:
Uathach launches a clumsy attack, clearly off-balance against 3 opponents, and he begins to make peace with Iomedae.
with those words, Uathach bravely steps out from behind the building and strides forward undaunted "Ho there ruffians, leave this family in peace. Return to your master and let him know Saul is tired of his under-handed dealings. Or you may leave in peace. I would not be so bold if I weren't so well protected." Diplomacy: 1d20=13=7=20 Bluff: (uh-oh)
Uathach seems to have undermined himself, with his poorly worded bluff.
"And with the odds against us, we need surprise. That and attacks in daylight, are frowned upon even in Riddleport" "I shall approach and attempt to talk to them, if they become aggressive, I suspect you'll have my back."
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