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Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14

Last post guys! Coulnd't just leave it at that!

Urbar suddenly barges in, slamming the door open. He starts to say something and stops, staring at the weird newcomer. Ulfa, his wolf companion, follows right behind and starts growling at the giant turtle. Urbar collects himself and speaks.
"I have to go, now. No time to explain."
For a change Urbar looks stricken.
"It's... No never mind, no time to explain."
He moves to everyone in the party and gives them a heartfelt hug, going to Gwen last. After giving her the hug he fishes a platinum coin out of his pocket and gives it to her.
"If you ever meet Ery again, tell him..."
Urbar falls silent for a moment.
"Tell him we both failed."
He pushes the coin in her hand, turns around and leaves without saying another word, sadness having replaced the look on his face.

I enjoyed the games with you very much! It's sad to see you go.

I think I'll be stepping out, the last two games I'm in are from StephNyan. The other game I'm definitely dropping. That would only leave this game and I've noticed that my posting rate has become erratic at best. I think it's best to just leave it at this.

This was one of the best games I was in over the last few years I've played on the forums and I really enjoyed our time together. I wish all of you many years of fun!

(Urbar is mid 30 btw ;P)

"Two strawberry coming up. You sure you only want one flavour? A gold can buy you all two flavours!"
She fills two cones with a scoop of strawberry iced cream.
"There's a world of flavour to discover!"
She says with a playful smile, beckoning the display.

In the meanwhile Urbar made his choice.
"The green one, pistachio you called it? And chocolate. Please."
She fills the cone with the two scoops and hands it over. He looks somewhat uncomfortable and confused at the iced cream, never having had any in his life.
"This stuff is... Odd..."

Tereze seems a bit older to me tbh, more like 25'ish.

I'll not tell Urbar's age just yet, is fun to RP that! :)

The woman smiles and nods, filling the first cone with chocolate and hands it to Gwen. The following two she fills with strawberry.
"You sure that's all? A gold could buy you all two flavours."
She beckons towards the counter.
"There's a world of flavour to discover!"

Urbar in the meanwhile makes his choice.
"The green one, pistachio you called it? And chocolate. Please."
The woman nods and scoops the iced cream onto a cone.
"Here you go! Do you guys want any other flavours? I can also add the same flavour if you'd like!"

No Urbar is definitely older! I'll not say it, yet. Is a fun thing to RP.

Tereze seems a bit older to me tbh, more towards 25.

Yeahhhhh... :) Only one way to find out!

The cheery woman replies to Gwen.
"One chocolate coming up, a cone I assume? Iced cream just isn't iced cream without a cone! Any toppings?"

Urbar glances over the flavours and sees and odd shade green one.
"What's that?"
He says as he points at the counter, the woman responds in a happy tone.
"That's pistachio, also a fun new flavour. Want to try? You can have more than one flavour if you want!"
Urbar glances intently at the small signs, completely out of his element.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23

Urbar looks Fiona up and down with his hard eyes and shrugs. He enters the store, not wanting to get in trouble over a number.

*Ding*

The burly ranger glances around and sees a small counter with the top made of glass. The glass feels cold to the touch and behind it seems to be ice. Behind the counter are glass containers filled with nuts, colourful sprinkles and other icecream related stuff. A young woman smiles at him and greets him.
"Can I help you sir? We have a wonderful selection of iced cream. Even chocolate iced cream, though stock is limited."
She beckons towards the counter where several pots of iced cream stand, marked with small labels with colourful drawings of different fruits.
"Oh, I see your friends are coming. The more the merrier!"

Urbar nods, glancing around and waiting for the others to enter.

Urbar smiles, a rare sight, though sadness is still in his eyes.
"Now where is that shop... It's about time we should get there..."
Before moving on he eyes Fiona up and down, not sure how old she is either.

Same as Tereze!

Urbar nods along, agreeing with Tereze.
"Depends on the people around you, but yes... I think I agree with that."
He scratches Ulfa's ear and then adds.
"Friends can make you feel at home away from home."

"Maybe... Maybe not..."
Urbar answers, not sure which side he is on just yet.
"I think companionship is good once in a while."

Urbar nods, relieved.
"I wouldn't want to ruin your iced cream moment, we could go for some tea. Maybe even buy some for our travels, since..."
He glances about again, still not finding his rival/friend.
"... He will not be returning."

Urbar Looks from Tereze to Gwen.
"He sent a courier to me... I thought it was a really bad joke..."
He looks at the door where everyone entered, sadness in his eyes.
"Seems not."
He moves out after Tereze. After following most of their discussion he awkwardly says.
"Mind if I come?"

Urbar rummages through his pack to see if he still has his outfit, which seems so although a bit crumpled.
"Well, I'm ready."
He seems very distracted as he keeps glancing back, hoping to find Ery with them.

I'm sad to see you leave :( Good luck! If you ever want to return...

Level 6:
+1 BAB
+1 Fort, Ref, Will

Class Ability:
- Combat style feat = improved two weapon fighting

HP:
+8 hp

Skills:
- Acrobatics +1
- Handle animal +1
- Perception +1
- Survival +3

Ulfa:
+1 BAB
+1 Fort, Ref, Will
+1 Dex/Str

Class Ability:
- Devotion

HP:
+7 hp

Skills:
- Perception +1

Tricks:
- Rescue

4 attacks per turn instead of 2 >:D And Ulfa gets a nice boost. Another level and she turns large, in other words she will become a mount and can bite heads off with ease.

Dayjob: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (14) + 11 = 25

I have my general idea ready :)

Urbar stood up two turns ago

Urbar and Ulfa continues their attacks, trying to keep cynderflame at least busy.

Atk: 1d20 + 10 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (19) + 10 + 2 - 2 = 29
Dmg: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Crit confirm!: 1d20 + 10 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 10 + 2 - 2 = 14
Dmg: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Atk: 1d20 + 10 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (16) + 10 + 2 - 2 = 26
Dmg: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Atk Ulfa: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
Trip on hit: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
Dmg: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Urbar grabs his other sword and attacks his target again, motioning for Ulfa to do the same.
"You won't get out of here alive!"

Atk: 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 10 + 2 = 18
Dmg: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Atk ULfa: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
Tip on hit: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
Dmg: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Still alive... Maintenance took a little while...

Urbar grabs one of his sword and stands up, feeling a lot better. He glares angrily at the gnome before motioning for Ulfa to make another attack.

Ulfa snaps at the gnome, trying to rip flesh from bone. She trips on a round boulder and headbutts the stone instead of biting anyone.

Atk: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 6 + 1 = 8
Dmg: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
Trip on hit: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Urbar grunts as he falls on his face, eating a mouthful of dirt. Mere moments later he spits everything out and stands up. He remains with his hands on his knees, breathing heavy from the exertion.

Ulfa nuzzles him Urbar, half pushing him up. Urbar smiles at her and reaches around her neck, sliding a belt in place. Ulfa suddenly grows large, as her owner, as the dire collar activates.

She growls at the large gnome and attacks.

Atk: 1d20 + 6 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (18) + 6 + 1 - 1 = 24
Trip on hit: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 5 + 1 = 13
Dmg: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (6, 1) + 3 = 10

Urbar launches another set of attacks, trying to down to creature in front of him.

Atk: 1d20 + 10 - 2 + 1 - 1 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 10 - 2 + 1 - 1 + 1 = 24
Dmg: 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (5, 2) + 6 = 13

Atk: 1d20 + 10 - 2 + 1 - 1 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 10 - 2 + 1 - 1 + 1 = 28
Dmg: 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (6, 6) + 6 = 18

Crit confirm: 1d20 + 10 - 2 + 1 - 1 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 10 - 2 + 1 - 1 + 1 = 26
Dmg: 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (6, 6) + 6 = 18

Ulfa also joins in, trying to tackle the giant.

Atk: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 6 + 1 = 20
Trip on hit: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 5 + 1 = 25
Dmg: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Arval smiles, ready to test being this large. He swings both blades, trying to make quick work of the enemy in front of the lorestone.

Atk: 1d20 + 10 - 2 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (10) + 10 - 2 + 1 - 1 = 18 -2 two weapon, +1 str -1 large
Dmg: 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (6, 3) + 6 = 15

Atk: 1d20 + 10 - 2 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (12) + 10 - 2 + 1 - 1 = 20
Dmg: 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (1, 2) + 6 = 9

Edit, forgot Ulfa

Ulfa quickly joins her partner, dashing between his legs and trying to latch onto the leg of the creature.

Atk: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
Trip on hit: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Dmg: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

Urbar follows the frog a few paces behind it and immediately slips, falling face first into the swampy water. He pulls himself back up and tries again, his face dark with anger.

He slowly makes his way to the second gap and hops over it easily, making his way to the shore safe and sound. Once the others follow he turns big, as Locke injects him with super powers. He grins, happy at the change.

He pulls out both his swords and makes his way into the stone circle.

Acrobatics to walk: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Acrobatics to walk: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
Acrobatics to jump: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21

Sling: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 8 + 1 = 17
Dmg: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Urbar swings his sling and launches a stone at the crocodile, immediately loading another stone into the piece of cloth.

Urbar whirls around as he hears flesh tearing and Ery screaming. He pulls out his sling, having to space to move, and loads a stone in it.
"Hold on!"
As Urbar says the words he frowns, thinking it a very bad idea to struggle against the grip of the crocodile.
"No! Don't hold on! Don't struggle!"

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 3 + 1 = 22
Acrobatics jump: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 3 + 1 = 11
Acrobatics jump: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 3 + 1 = 16

Urbar easily hops onto the bridge and trudges along as if it is any old bridge.
"Let's go, no time to lose!"

Urbar sheaths his swords and lounges against one of the unburnt walls, waiting for some information to be had.

Urbar puts his swords away and blushes at Gwen's remark, followed by a smirk.
"No one would be able to stand against that!"
He takes a quick look around the room, hoping to salvage anything of value to the group.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14

Urbar easily dodges an attack and lashes out with both his swords at the human in front of him. He aims both attacks at the stomach, trying to do as much damage as possible.

Atk: 1d20 + 10 - 2 + 1 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 10 - 2 + 1 + 4 = 16
Dmg: 1d8 + 5 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 5 + 4 = 10

Atk: 1d20 + 10 - 2 + 1 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 10 - 2 + 1 + 4 = 17
Dmg: 1d8 + 5 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 5 + 4 = 15

Congrats! Your first child?

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

Urbar moves inside the hut, motioning for Ulfa to stay and drawing his weapons, and scans the room for the creatures.

Urbar sighs, his enthusiasm dampened. He tries to follow Fiona inside, to take a look at the body.
"Could we revive him?"

@GM is it possible for us to revive him, to bring him to a cleric or something?

Fort save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
Fort save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

Fort save Ulfa: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
Fort save Ulfa: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

Urbar runs out of the swarm and moves up to the front door of the building. He quickly wraps his cloak around his hand and tries the handle of the door.
"Hemzel?"
He yells, hoping to be just in time. He motions for Ulfa to follow him, she gladly follows the burly ranger into relative safety.

Handle animal: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

Urbar looks more and more jovial as the briefing goes on. This so called self-declared protector of the Verduran Forest sounds like music in his ears, it's been quite some time that something really excited him.
"We'll think of something on the way."
The ranger says, cutting everyone off in his enthusiasm.
"Let's go, no time to lose!"

Ready! Don't have any purchases.

Totally forgot!

After a few days in the wild Urbar returns to the group, a giant wolf in tow. Ulfa, normally the size of a human now towers above everyone. Behind her is a makeshift stretcher with a big pile of logs. Urbar grins, feeling very pleased with himself. He pulls on a rope and the big pile drops to the ground with a deafening thud, after which Ulfa shrinks to her normal size.
"Made it just in time, Ulfa didn't have much time left."
He pets the dog wolf affectionately.
"Anyone got a saw?"

Urbar takes a few sips before downing the glass whole.

It'll do..."

He nods to the lord, to show his appreciation. After a while he heads out into the wilds again with Ulfa, waiting for the next summons. Whilst almost out of the door he turns and adds, waving a goodbye before heading out.
"If any of you want to join me, you know where to find me."

Dayjob survival: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (13) + 11 = 24

Urbar grimaces as Gwen nearly misses an arm. He retaliates with both his swords, aiming for his legs.

Atk: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
Dmg: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Atk: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28
Dmg: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

Crit confirm: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15
Dmg: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Urbar simply raises an eyebrow, not giving in. Ulfa however moves into the midst of the party and starts hopping along.

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

Urbar walks forward with an easy stride and draws both swords. Once next to the knoll he brings down one of the swords, already tired of the stupid thing.

Atk: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25
Dmg: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Urbar rolls his eyes at the flashy moves as he head for the hatch in the deck. He moves down to see what he can find. He moves to the western doors and calls out.
"Anyone left?"

Nice rolls!

Urbar looks up at the tower and waits just in front of the sailors. He holds his hands over his swords, ready to cut down the two should anyone act hostile towards them.

Don't forget Urbar... he is very diplomatic with a sword...

Urbar moves onto the ship, smiling at the prospect of another fight.
"Shall we go ask some questions?"