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Indeed best of luck. Given that a few of my games have gone under recently I’ll probably start up that industrial Golarion game. I’ll have the recruitment up in a few days and if anyone is interested in playing I’ll likely give some kind of priority to you.
That's a good idea.
I have been wanting to run something in an industrial Golarion, so if need be I can step up. I'm quite enjoying the game and Urhal but I do have some great ideas for an industrial game, not necessarily just Carrion Crown.
Urhal grunts and says, "Well, I hate to break up your little philosophy party but we'd best keep moving. Gaedren might be dead but his plans are probably still goin' on."
Urhal chuckles, ”Pff, magic. I find a swift blow to the face just as effective as any fancy spells.I agree with the big fella’. Life definitely ain’t fair but a bit of punishin’ never hurt. Well, at least those that didn’t deserve it.”
Urhal snorts, seeming particularly Orcish for a moment before saying, "Damn, woulda liked to see him squirm a bit, but at least he died fittingly, fleeing like the coward he was. I'll take his armor if nobody cares, might as well make the most of him." He gives the body a slight kick to make sure he is truly dead before scowling upon confirmation that he is.
Did he only have a six consitution? He should’ve lasted at least a few more rounds, and during that time we could’ve stabilised him.
Urhal nods at Arratu, "I agree, even if the bastard doesn't give us good answers, at least he'll be awake when we decide to rid the world of him. Better that way too, won't get outta this so easy."
Urhal dives into the water and grabs Gaedren, hauling him up onto the dock. He spits in the gangsters face and smiles, saying, ”Gods, I’ve wanted to do that,” before kneeling and muttering, ”You’re not gettin’ out of this that easily you bastard.”
Urhal runs as fast as he can trying to get to the fishing boat. Come on, can't fail now. The bastard's so close, I can almost feel my fist slamming into his face. He'll pay, I'll make sure of it.
Urhal slams open the door and runs into the room, through to door Gaedren went through if possible.
Urhal creeps to the other side of the door and nods at Arratu, ready to charge in at a moment’s notice.
Urhal follows suit with Arratu, though readying himself to attack anything that might come bursting out once the door opens.
"Let's make decisions later. Like Sebastian said, not much time to make philanthropic decisions. Right now, we gotta keep moving."
I forget, would brawlers be proficient with guns using your gun rules DM Waz up?
Urhal smiles at Arratu’s efficient performance. He chuckles slightly, ”Nice job big guy. Next one’s mine.” He charges into the room, trying to strike the gnome.
Urhal slams his fist into the door from the side and roars, ”Don’t make us come in there! I can guarantee you won’t like the result!”
Urhal tries to staunch the man's bleeding, presssing his hands against the wounds inflicted by Arratu's horns.
With his organic arm holding the man's neck, Iolas punches him in the gut with his metal fist and says, "Come on now, don't make this harder for yourself than it has to be."
Urhal runs after the man, tackling him to the ground. He whispers in the mans ear, "Listen here, if you're one of Lamm's goons, then I'm afraid that your luck's run out. You can give up now and tell us where he is if you want to do this the easy way."
Urhal swings at the man, trying to pull his punch a bit so that the man would not needlessly be killed.
Urhal gets beside the door so that when it opens, he will be able to strike that person that comes out. He raises his metal fist in preparation for battle.
While rather disturbed by the killing of the dog, he steels himself and moves on. He motions towards the stairs, suggesting the group head further into the building.
Urhal sneaks in with the rest of the group. While certainly not the stealthiest member of the group, he still manages to follow along in relative quiet. While doing so, he keeps an eye out, somewhat ineffectively, for any threats that might be lurking in the fishery.
Urhal smiles, feeling hopful for the first time in gods know how long. He chuckles, "Revenge. I like the sound of that." He adjusts a few gears on his arm, and a strange mechanism with a grappling hook inside it springs out of his forearm.
I have a bit of a question. Gm Waz Up, would you allow me to take a feat that adds an extra modification to my limb? Most other classes have some kinda of feat that gives them an extra ability, like Extra Discovery for the alchemist, so it would stand to reason there should be some kind of Extra Modification feat.
Once the Harrow is done, Urhal huffs slightly and says, "My card, the Cricket. What's it mean? Why am I a bug?"
Urhal nods, "I need no convincing. Gaedren fills the guard's pockets with coin so they'll look away. If things are going to change we've gotta do it ourselves. So where's this fishery? Seems the best place to start."
Urhal nods grudgingly and rips a chunk of bread off of the loaf. He takes a bite, "Hm, not bad. Definitely better than being poisoned." He sits down heavily at a chair before fidgeting slightly with his mechanical arm. The hand rotates one hundred and eighty degrees at the wrist and the fingers flex backwards, almost reaching the back of the hand. He says, "Apologies for the hand. It's liable to get stuck if it stays still for too long." Once Gaedren is brought up, Urhal gets visibly angry. "Right. Gaedren. The bastard killed my mother. I figured if it was a trap, I'd try to take him out or at least just spit in his face before I died. I guess it isn't though, so we might have a real chance at some justice."
As the others arrive and introduce themselves, Urhal says, "Guess I should introduce myself too. Names Urhal, it's Orcish." Following the doctor inside Urhal mutters, "If I'd known there was bread I wouldn't've spent my last few silvers. Whatever, no sense passing up free food."
The Big Sky. Guess freedom is important to me. I've never put much faith in superstition. Mom did trust the Harrow though, so I'll do this for her. Anything to get back at that bastard Gaedren. Urhal rises late. He fixes himself a meagre breakfast, a bit of bread fried in fat from last night's bacon. After eating, he attaches his arm to the locking mechanism at his shoulder. After a brief bit of maintenance on it, he heads outside to run a few errands. After selling the mechanical trinkets he had been working on and buying some food for the next day, he heads home. Waiting until just before sundown, he heads towards the address. On the way, he buys a skewer of unidentifiable meat and a bottle of weak beer. He finally arrives at the address and sees another man waiting there. He walks over to Crenshaw, he nods and says in a deep voice, "Here about the cards too?"
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