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Urk the Boar's page
 95 posts. Organized Play character for dcjester.
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M | HP: 19/19 | AC: 18 (12 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +1 (+3 for bull rush), CMD: 13 (14 vs bull rush, 17 vs trip) | F: +5, R: +4, W: +2 | Init: +1 | Perc: +6, lowlight vision, scent | Speed 40 ft | Power Attack -1/+2 | Spells: None | Active conditions: None.
I AM THE THUNDER! I AM THE FEAR!
Urks ego may be getting bigger than his tusks can handle, but he continues his assault on Dalsine...
Gore attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 101d6 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
GM reroll
Gore attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 141d6 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
M | HP: 19/19 | AC: 18 (12 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +1 (+3 for bull rush), CMD: 13 (14 vs bull rush, 17 vs trip) | F: +5, R: +4, W: +2 | Init: +1 | Perc: +6, lowlight vision, scent | Speed 40 ft | Power Attack -1/+2 | Spells: None | Active conditions: None.
The pig squealed in pain as he was both run thru and shocked. He saw what happened to the big man who got hit as well... and decided he was not at all going to let this happen to anyone else!
You shall fall today, laughing two legger! SUFFER MY WRATH!
Gore attack OF FURY!: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 121d6 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
M | HP: 19/19 | AC: 18 (12 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +1 (+3 for bull rush), CMD: 13 (14 vs bull rush, 17 vs trip) | F: +5, R: +4, W: +2 | Init: +1 | Perc: +6, lowlight vision, scent | Speed 40 ft | Power Attack -1/+2 | Spells: None | Active conditions: None.
Urk watches as his BIG friend suddenly goes very sting twitch then falls over, smoking and reducing in size. He snorts in a very unhappy fashion, then moves his way up the stairs to bring his porcine fury down on this two leggers head!
Move 7 squares up to where he is then attack
Gore attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 81d6 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
M | HP: 19/19 | AC: 18 (12 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +1 (+3 for bull rush), CMD: 13 (14 vs bull rush, 17 vs trip) | F: +5, R: +4, W: +2 | Init: +1 | Perc: +6, lowlight vision, scent | Speed 40 ft | Power Attack -1/+2 | Spells: None | Active conditions: None.
Urk continued his advance slowly forward, his head high, his eyes keen. He trotted before the couch toward the fire place and looked to see if anyone was hiding behind it.
He remained aware and ready to attack anyone who showed themselves.
Not on this day, Seagull!
Ready action to attack should something be in range.
M | HP: 19/19 | AC: 18 (12 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +1 (+3 for bull rush), CMD: 13 (14 vs bull rush, 17 vs trip) | F: +5, R: +4, W: +2 | Init: +1 | Perc: +6, lowlight vision, scent | Speed 40 ft | Power Attack -1/+2 | Spells: None | Active conditions: None.
Urk sees his friends all preparing, and does what every hero would ever do: move forward bravely into a spot so that he can be seen and heard by all.
Come out and face us, villain! We, the boar pack of Urk the Mighty, are here to lay waste to your plans and see you brought to justice!
Mostly though, it was a lot of squeals and snorts, understood by no one in the immediate area. Urks point, to emphasize the seriousness of his words, was made apparent by the singular stomp of his foot on the ground.
Urk moved up in front of Brother C, and is now actively seeking any other opponents within the room.
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26+5 for Scent, if applicable
M | HP: 19/19 | AC: 18 (12 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +1 (+3 for bull rush), CMD: 13 (14 vs bull rush, 17 vs trip) | F: +5, R: +4, W: +2 | Init: +1 | Perc: +6, lowlight vision, scent | Speed 40 ft | Power Attack -1/+2 | Spells: None | Active conditions: None.
Urk, still proudly carrying himself from his obviously masterful acting to get them party into the gate and to the house, hears the grunt from his orcish friend. He trots carefully up the stairs into the house, walking between the now massive two legged friend towering above them all. Once reaching near Lugrok, he stopped and started rooting about, like trying to find a truffle...
M | HP: 19/19 | AC: 18 (12 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +1 (+3 for bull rush), CMD: 13 (14 vs bull rush, 17 vs trip) | F: +5, R: +4, W: +2 | Init: +1 | Perc: +6, lowlight vision, scent | Speed 40 ft | Power Attack -1/+2 | Spells: None | Active conditions: None.
Urk hears the sudden change in the guards voices, seemingly affected by his ever so wonderful acting ability. Without much ado, the boar stands up on his legs, shaking himself off (causing a light dust cloud to form about him), and then happily proceeds in past the gate to the area beyond.
I have done it once more, my wonderful friends! The great Urk and his mighty companions will save the day!
He looks back to make sure his orcish friend lumbers behind him as the boar strides purposefully.
M | HP: 19/19 | AC: 18 (12 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +1 (+3 for bull rush), CMD: 13 (14 vs bull rush, 17 vs trip) | F: +5, R: +4, W: +2 | Init: +1 | Perc: +6, lowlight vision, scent | Speed 40 ft | Power Attack -1/+2 | Spells: None | Active conditions: None.
Urk squeaks pitifully as the gnome continues to talk and then throws himself ont he boars body. Slight twitches come from Urk as each sob wells from inside the gnomes body, the rough tongue lolling from the side of his mouth. He breathes as slow as he can, even releasing some gas to make help with the effect of being utterly sick.
Woe is me! I am dying! Will you kind people not help one such as me? A lowly friend who deserves not your kind attentions, but your healing respect?
M | HP: 19/19 | AC: 18 (12 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +1 (+3 for bull rush), CMD: 13 (14 vs bull rush, 17 vs trip) | F: +5, R: +4, W: +2 | Init: +1 | Perc: +6, lowlight vision, scent | Speed 40 ft | Power Attack -1/+2 | Spells: None | Active conditions: None.
Urk looks about the other two legged friends, watching them look as if they are unsure as to what to do. He looks at the gate, the guards, then back to his friends. After a moment more, he finally decides he needs to help.
Walking right up to the gate, Urk snorts once in front of the guards, then falls over, squealing as if in pain and hurt. He shakes and spasms, and squeals once more.
Oh, woe is me! I am in need of medical assistance! Will no one of you brave and attentive guards help one so wounded?!
Urk grunts and winces again.
M | HP: 19/19 | AC: 18 (12 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +1 (+3 for bull rush), CMD: 13 (14 vs bull rush, 17 vs trip) | F: +5, R: +4, W: +2 | Init: +1 | Perc: +6, lowlight vision, scent | Speed 40 ft | Power Attack -1/+2 | Spells: None | Active conditions: None.
Urk squeals as he is cut very deeply by the things claws. Angrily, he attempts to gouge into the things legs as it tries to move away from him.
Gore attack: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 3 + 2 = 251d6 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Crit confirm: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 2 = 71d6 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
M | HP: 19/19 | AC: 18 (12 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +1 (+3 for bull rush), CMD: 13 (14 vs bull rush, 17 vs trip) | F: +5, R: +4, W: +2 | Init: +1 | Perc: +6, lowlight vision, scent | Speed 40 ft | Power Attack -1/+2 | Spells: None | Active conditions: None.
Hearing his friends words, and seeing the other big friend attempting to attack this new smelly ugly thing that was talking to them, Urk made a command decision to attack!
Damn you, legs! Move! We must help save the day!
Urk snorted angrily as he moved to get behind Akkuret, grunting obscenities in his boar-ish way.
M | HP: 19/19 | AC: 18 (12 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +1 (+3 for bull rush), CMD: 13 (14 vs bull rush, 17 vs trip) | F: +5, R: +4, W: +2 | Init: +1 | Perc: +6, lowlight vision, scent | Speed 40 ft | Power Attack -1/+2 | Spells: None | Active conditions: None.
Urk was content; food, water, clean hide.
And then the screams began.
He saw the change before the orc did, causing the boar to immediately take up a defensive position, grunting loudly. The orc friend grunted, to which Urk responded by moving next to him to help guard the others.
Not on this day, Ugly Legger!
M | HP: 19/19 | AC: 18 (12 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +1 (+3 for bull rush), CMD: 13 (14 vs bull rush, 17 vs trip) | F: +5, R: +4, W: +2 | Init: +1 | Perc: +6, lowlight vision, scent | Speed 40 ft | Power Attack -1/+2 | Spells: None | Active conditions: None.
Urk raises his hackles. He always hated anything with more than 4 legs; things cant be trusted to hold a decent conversation without trying to kill you. Or eat you. Or kill you then eat you.
Hearing the grunt from Lugrok, he moved ahead to the side of Gronak, hoping to help guard the big two legger.
Great! I was stopping the door, but now I *am* the door! BWAHAHA!
He snorted in great amusement, the joke being funny.
M | HP: 19/19 | AC: 18 (12 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +1 (+3 for bull rush), CMD: 13 (14 vs bull rush, 17 vs trip) | F: +5, R: +4, W: +2 | Init: +1 | Perc: +6, lowlight vision, scent | Speed 40 ft | Power Attack -1/+2 | Spells: None | Active conditions: None.
Urk watches in disgusting horror as the white silky flowy sticky fluid stuff comes at the first of the two leggers they saved earlier. With a loud huff, he presses forward before them, standing guard!
Ah ha! Today you shall feel the wrath of Lord Urk Boardamort! Have at thee, fiends!
Urk places himself between the nearest spider and the two refugees who got webbed. He will not do anything more until Lugrok signals for it.
M | HP: 19/19 | AC: 18 (12 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +1 (+3 for bull rush), CMD: 13 (14 vs bull rush, 17 vs trip) | F: +5, R: +4, W: +2 | Init: +1 | Perc: +6, lowlight vision, scent | Speed 40 ft | Power Attack -1/+2 | Spells: None | Active conditions: None.
Urk stiffens up suddenly, sniffing about, then rumbling like a loud steam engine. His hackles rise on his back, tail swinging slowly. He stares down the passageway, snorting randomly.
He looks back at Lugrok, then the others, then back down the passage. He refuses to move until he his acknowledged.
Not on my watch, you eight legger freaks!
M | HP: 19/19 | AC: 18 (12 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +1 (+3 for bull rush), CMD: 13 (14 vs bull rush, 17 vs trip) | F: +5, R: +4, W: +2 | Init: +1 | Perc: +6, lowlight vision, scent | Speed 40 ft | Power Attack -1/+2 | Spells: None | Active conditions: None.
Urk continues to lay by the bottom of the door, simply drooling in place while smiling (yes, smiling!) at everyone.
A sudden lurch in his stomach makes him belch rather loudly, which then makes him decide now is a good time to clean himself.
Urk remains steadfast in his belief that the door will not budge while he remains there.
M | HP: 19/19 | AC: 18 (12 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +1 (+3 for bull rush), CMD: 13 (14 vs bull rush, 17 vs trip) | F: +5, R: +4, W: +2 | Init: +1 | Perc: +6, lowlight vision, scent | Speed 40 ft | Power Attack -1/+2 | Spells: None | Active conditions: None.
The boar shudders a bit as the door is slammed into once more, grunting in annoyance before shifting himself once again to place himself at the middle of the doors and laying down. A little pool of drool starts collecting on the floor by his face as he looks up at Gronak.
They could never believe that I, Urk the Mighty, could hold back an army by simply laying down! Today, I shall be hero!
A light gurgle comes from his stomach as he shifts again.
Urk continues to brace against the door, using his whole body to do so.
M | HP: 19/19 | AC: 18 (12 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +1 (+3 for bull rush), CMD: 13 (14 vs bull rush, 17 vs trip) | F: +5, R: +4, W: +2 | Init: +1 | Perc: +6, lowlight vision, scent | Speed 40 ft | Power Attack -1/+2 | Spells: None | Active conditions: None.
Urk watches Gronak set more boxes near the door. The boar grunts, a long slip of drool slowly hanging from his mouth to the floor. One could almost see a smile on the porcines lips.
Good idea, two-legger! This will make them think twice before knocking again!
Urk settles his rump closer to the door, and grunted once loudly.
Urk will literally continue to sit in front of the door in the hopes to keep it closed.
M | HP: 19/19 | AC: 18 (12 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +1 (+3 for bull rush), CMD: 13 (14 vs bull rush, 17 vs trip) | F: +5, R: +4, W: +2 | Init: +1 | Perc: +6, lowlight vision, scent | Speed 40 ft | Power Attack -1/+2 | Spells: None | Active conditions: None.
Urk looks toward the door, the loud shouting drawing his attention. He then looks over at his two-legged friends, their tense actions driving him to react.
Today is my day! I AM HERO!
Trotting to the door, the boar turns, setting his haunches against it, and plops down, resting his butt solidly against it.
No dogs shall steal my food this day!
M | HP: 19/19 | AC: 18 (12 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +1 (+3 for bull rush), CMD: 13 (14 vs bull rush, 17 vs trip) | F: +5, R: +4, W: +2 | Init: +1 | Perc: +6, lowlight vision, scent | Speed 40 ft | Power Attack -1/+2 | Spells: None | Active conditions: None.
No. No no no no no. Why did I agree to this?
Urk lurched and tossed as the boat would ride the waves. The normally brown and tan colored boar looked sea-green for most of the travel. With a sudden, eye widening, look, Urk rushed to the side and let loose what food he had that morning.
...when did I have corn?
M | HP: 19/19 | AC: 18 (12 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +1 (+3 for bull rush), CMD: 13 (14 vs bull rush, 17 vs trip) | F: +5, R: +4, W: +2 | Init: +1 | Perc: +6, lowlight vision, scent | Speed 40 ft | Power Attack -1/+2 | Spells: None | Active conditions: None.
Urk watches his ork friend shakes hands, then takes his cue to step up, grunting and squealing his greeting to the human. He bristles outwardly, the tough and stiff hair rising along his hackles as he showed off his physique.
After a moment, Urk lets it down, and then trots in a circle, sitting after a few steps with a large "thunk" sound, tongue lolling out to the front, a small trail of drool hanging off it, as he panted and waited for what to do next.
They will all know me! The fearless Urk! I will be more than famous! IN FAMOUS!
M | HP: 19/19 | AC: 18 (12 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +1 (+3 for bull rush), CMD: 13 (14 vs bull rush, 17 vs trip) | F: +5, R: +4, W: +2 | Init: +1 | Perc: +6, lowlight vision, scent | Speed 40 ft | Power Attack -1/+2 | Spells: None | Active conditions: None.
Urk looks up from his raw meal, his face squishing just slightly from the scritches. A long line of drool and meat hangs from his lower lips, just below a tusk, as he sees the little two legger friend once more.
Little friend is back! Talks a lot. Makes Lugrok laugh though. Good friend!
Urk then hears the familiar grunt from Lugrok. Looking up, he sees the ork prepping his way to leave, and follows suit, albeit with less things needing to be borne. As he watches the ork head toward a boat, Urk stop and stares for a moment.
Wait. Water? Is this bath time?
M | HP: 19/19 | AC: 18 (12 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +1 (+3 for bull rush), CMD: 13 (14 vs bull rush, 17 vs trip) | F: +5, R: +4, W: +2 | Init: +1 | Perc: +6, lowlight vision, scent | Speed 40 ft | Power Attack -1/+2 | Spells: None | Active conditions: None.
Urk hears the grunt, looking up from his mostly masticated piece of meat, bits of it hanging from his mouth and tusks. Seeing the elf, Urk brightens up a little bit, snooting and grunting in an obvious sign of remembrance and perhaps joy.
Urk touches the missive laying next to him with his snout, pushing it slightly on the ground, then goes back to eating.
M | HP: 19/19 | AC: 18 (12 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +1 (+3 for bull rush), CMD: 13 (14 vs bull rush, 17 vs trip) | F: +5, R: +4, W: +2 | Init: +1 | Perc: +6, lowlight vision, scent | Speed 40 ft | Power Attack -1/+2 | Spells: None | Active conditions: None.
More snoring is heard, the various other creatures in the sewers wondering when a dragon moved in...
Sleeps
M | HP: 19/19 | AC: 18 (12 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +1 (+3 for bull rush), CMD: 13 (14 vs bull rush, 17 vs trip) | F: +5, R: +4, W: +2 | Init: +1 | Perc: +6, lowlight vision, scent | Speed 40 ft | Power Attack -1/+2 | Spells: None | Active conditions: None.
Urk snores, wonderful dreams of pork chops and saucy ribs.
Not his of course, someone elses.
M | HP: 19/19 | AC: 18 (12 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +1 (+3 for bull rush), CMD: 13 (14 vs bull rush, 17 vs trip) | F: +5, R: +4, W: +2 | Init: +1 | Perc: +6, lowlight vision, scent | Speed 40 ft | Power Attack -1/+2 | Spells: None | Active conditions: None.
Urk continues to sniff around as he suddenly hears a number of loud 'thumps' on the floor behind him. Turning, he sees his orc friend laying on the ground, snoring like a lumber mill. Again.
Now is not the time to sleep, dear friends! We must adorn this room with blood!
Urk then headbutts his orc companion quite hard, squealing like a banshee as he does so.
M | HP: 19/19 | AC: 18 (12 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +1 (+3 for bull rush), CMD: 13 (14 vs bull rush, 17 vs trip) | F: +5, R: +4, W: +2 | Init: +1 | Perc: +6, lowlight vision, scent | Speed 40 ft | Power Attack -1/+2 | Spells: None | Active conditions: None.
Urk snorts loudly, the bite of the centipede piercing his hide. While the poison seemed to take some effect on him, he turned to face his new found foe! Before he could bring his tusks to bear however, the big two legger swing at it with his single metal horn, slicing it apart.
Urk furrowed his brow for a moment before noticing the subtle sounds nearby, and goes to investigate a bit...
Fort save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
Scent, in case that helps
M | HP: 19/19 | AC: 18 (12 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +1 (+3 for bull rush), CMD: 13 (14 vs bull rush, 17 vs trip) | F: +5, R: +4, W: +2 | Init: +1 | Perc: +6, lowlight vision, scent | Speed 40 ft | Power Attack -1/+2 | Spells: None | Active conditions: None.
Urk starts sniffing about, the new tile floor gathering his interest for as long as stone ever would for a boar. Hearing his friend talk, he follows the stare of Lugrok at the pointy ear two-legger, mouth slightly agape with tongue lolled out, as if waiting on the elf to do.. something?
M | HP: 19/19 | AC: 18 (12 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +1 (+3 for bull rush), CMD: 13 (14 vs bull rush, 17 vs trip) | F: +5, R: +4, W: +2 | Init: +1 | Perc: +6, lowlight vision, scent | Speed 40 ft | Power Attack -1/+2 | Spells: None | Active conditions: None.
Urk plods forward without any urging, his mind set to save his friends, or do some damnage.
Either way, he feels, its going to be a great time!
M | HP: 19/19 | AC: 18 (12 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +1 (+3 for bull rush), CMD: 13 (14 vs bull rush, 17 vs trip) | F: +5, R: +4, W: +2 | Init: +1 | Perc: +6, lowlight vision, scent | Speed 40 ft | Power Attack -1/+2 | Spells: None | Active conditions: None.
Urk watches with his normal aplomb of disinterest as the two leggers do his work for him. After a few moments of wasted time, he watches as they stumble back tot he intersection.
Striding purposefully back to the main line, he takes the path in front of Lugrok, snorting all the while.
Worry not friends! I shall lead our way! What ho! LIGHT!
M | HP: 19/19 | AC: 18 (12 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +1 (+3 for bull rush), CMD: 13 (14 vs bull rush, 17 vs trip) | F: +5, R: +4, W: +2 | Init: +1 | Perc: +6, lowlight vision, scent | Speed 40 ft | Power Attack -1/+2 | Spells: None | Active conditions: None.
Urk looks up at Lugrok, snorting once in reply. A quick bout of snuffling and walking in circles seems to be his chosen idea of "searching", right before he starts rolling in the dirt.
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
Scent involved, if it helps.
M | HP: 19/19 | AC: 18 (12 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +1 (+3 for bull rush), CMD: 13 (14 vs bull rush, 17 vs trip) | F: +5, R: +4, W: +2 | Init: +1 | Perc: +6, lowlight vision, scent | Speed 40 ft | Power Attack -1/+2 | Spells: None | Active conditions: None.
Urk bravely moves forward, as he has decided that he will be the brave knight for this!
Worry not, friends! I have thy backs and will save thine skins!
M | HP: 19/19 | AC: 18 (12 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +1 (+3 for bull rush), CMD: 13 (14 vs bull rush, 17 vs trip) | F: +5, R: +4, W: +2 | Init: +1 | Perc: +6, lowlight vision, scent | Speed 40 ft | Power Attack -1/+2 | Spells: None | Active conditions: None.
Even though Urk found himself saddened by the inability to eat the plant, something kept shooting more and more at his friends.
AVAST! Something be firing needleshot at my mateys! I must sleuth it out!
Using Scent to try and find said thing...
M | HP: 19/19 | AC: 18 (12 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +1 (+3 for bull rush), CMD: 13 (14 vs bull rush, 17 vs trip) | F: +5, R: +4, W: +2 | Init: +1 | Perc: +6, lowlight vision, scent | Speed 40 ft | Power Attack -1/+2 | Spells: None | Active conditions: None.
Urk thrills in the possibility of chewing until the dirt smelling one told him not to chew on this thing. Saddened by the loss of a meal, Urk moped to the spot behind Lugrok, ensuring his best two legger pet has support and wont be attacked from behind.
Slimy, oozy, runny things! URK DOES NOT LIKE SLIME FOR FOOD!
M | HP: 19/19 | AC: 18 (12 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +1 (+3 for bull rush), CMD: 13 (14 vs bull rush, 17 vs trip) | F: +5, R: +4, W: +2 | Init: +1 | Perc: +6, lowlight vision, scent | Speed 40 ft | Power Attack -1/+2 | Spells: None | Active conditions: None.
YES! FINALLY! More stuff to flay alive!
Urk squeals in delight, seeing another of those plant creatures across the way. Before he is able to rum amok at it, however, a light "whing" sound passes overhead as something seems to try and hit his pointed ear two legger pet.
Avast friends! Trouble!
M | HP: 19/19 | AC: 18 (12 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +1 (+3 for bull rush), CMD: 13 (14 vs bull rush, 17 vs trip) | F: +5, R: +4, W: +2 | Init: +1 | Perc: +6, lowlight vision, scent | Speed 40 ft | Power Attack -1/+2 | Spells: None | Active conditions: None.
Urk looks up at the two legger, then takes a step forward, sniffing the ground.
Sniff away, little snooper! Are our friends going to be alright?
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
M | HP: 19/19 | AC: 18 (12 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +1 (+3 for bull rush), CMD: 13 (14 vs bull rush, 17 vs trip) | F: +5, R: +4, W: +2 | Init: +1 | Perc: +6, lowlight vision, scent | Speed 40 ft | Power Attack -1/+2 | Spells: None | Active conditions: None.
Urk looks up at the pointy ear one, smiling as best he can. A tongue lulls out one side as a light belch escapes.
Please gods, let it be a belch.
You may do so, minion! Wake up the Feeder!
Urk stands up, moving to Gronak to lick his face.
M | HP: 19/19 | AC: 18 (12 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +1 (+3 for bull rush), CMD: 13 (14 vs bull rush, 17 vs trip) | F: +5, R: +4, W: +2 | Init: +1 | Perc: +6, lowlight vision, scent | Speed 40 ft | Power Attack -1/+2 | Spells: None | Active conditions: None.
Urk squeals as he is suddenly woken up by the rough shaking. Seeing the shape of the larger companion sticking him slightly with a dagger, he jumped to his feet, squealing even louder at the sheer audacity of the human.
After a moment, he realizes that the human wasnt trying to make a meal of him and seeing no other threats, he moves to his ork friend, nudging him slightly his nose before sitting on his head.
M | HP: 19/19 | AC: 18 (12 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +1 (+3 for bull rush), CMD: 13 (14 vs bull rush, 17 vs trip) | F: +5, R: +4, W: +2 | Init: +1 | Perc: +6, lowlight vision, scent | Speed 40 ft | Power Attack -1/+2 | Spells: None | Active conditions: None.
Urk hears his friend cry out in pain. His eyes grow wide as he grunts loudly, charging and attempting to gut the very salad which attacked Lugrok.
Gore: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 51d6 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
M | HP: 19/19 | AC: 18 (12 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +1 (+3 for bull rush), CMD: 13 (14 vs bull rush, 17 vs trip) | F: +5, R: +4, W: +2 | Init: +1 | Perc: +6, lowlight vision, scent | Speed 40 ft | Power Attack -1/+2 | Spells: None | Active conditions: None.
Urk snorted out his battlecry, rushing forward as directed by his friend.
You are mine, vine man!
Gore attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 181d6 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
M | HP: 19/19 | AC: 18 (12 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +1 (+3 for bull rush), CMD: 13 (14 vs bull rush, 17 vs trip) | F: +5, R: +4, W: +2 | Init: +1 | Perc: +6, lowlight vision, scent | Speed 40 ft | Power Attack -1/+2 | Spells: None | Active conditions: None.
Urk continues to sniff at the statue, something about it, or near the area, seeming not quite right...
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
Scent addition not included at this time, but noted here for GM.
M | HP: 19/19 | AC: 18 (12 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +1 (+3 for bull rush), CMD: 13 (14 vs bull rush, 17 vs trip) | F: +5, R: +4, W: +2 | Init: +1 | Perc: +6, lowlight vision, scent | Speed 40 ft | Power Attack -1/+2 | Spells: None | Active conditions: None.
Urk watches the elf step forward, seeming to stare at the rock covered two legger.
Why never statues of me? Why is it always two leggers? Arent I good enough?
Staying behind the elf, however, he readied himself should something untoward happen to their erstwhile companion.
M | HP: 19/19 | AC: 18 (12 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +1 (+3 for bull rush), CMD: 13 (14 vs bull rush, 17 vs trip) | F: +5, R: +4, W: +2 | Init: +1 | Perc: +6, lowlight vision, scent | Speed 40 ft | Power Attack -1/+2 | Spells: None | Active conditions: None.
ONLY DEATH MAY SAVE YOU NOW!
Urk stepped forward and lunged once more, hoping to catch the pitiful two legger in a very sensitive area that would make it reconsider life choices.
Gore melee attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 41d6 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
M | HP: 19/19 | AC: 18 (12 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +1 (+3 for bull rush), CMD: 13 (14 vs bull rush, 17 vs trip) | F: +5, R: +4, W: +2 | Init: +1 | Perc: +6, lowlight vision, scent | Speed 40 ft | Power Attack -1/+2 | Spells: None | Active conditions: None.
Urk sees his friend point at the hatted two legger. With a roar (in his mind, it was actually a grunt), he moved ahead and attempted to bring the man low.
You dare hide your hackles from me, two legger! I SHALL FREE YOU FROM YOUR RESTRICTIVE CLOTHING!
Melee Gore attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 61d6 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
M | HP: 19/19 | AC: 18 (12 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +1 (+3 for bull rush), CMD: 13 (14 vs bull rush, 17 vs trip) | F: +5, R: +4, W: +2 | Init: +1 | Perc: +6, lowlight vision, scent | Speed 40 ft | Power Attack -1/+2 | Spells: None | Active conditions: None.
Urk feels the tension between them all, looking at the men, then at his two legged minions, then back at the men. Seeing his orc friend smile and growl at the men, Urk follows suit, raising his hackles...
I fear no two legger! I call dibs on his kneecaps!
Intimidate: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (12) - 3 = 9
M | HP: 19/19 | AC: 18 (12 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +1 (+3 for bull rush), CMD: 13 (14 vs bull rush, 17 vs trip) | F: +5, R: +4, W: +2 | Init: +1 | Perc: +6, lowlight vision, scent | Speed 40 ft | Power Attack -1/+2 | Spells: None | Active conditions: None.
Hears his friend give the order to stand down, and although Urk is ready to rip a weird chicken a new hole (as if the one where its mouth is wasnt big enough), he does so.
With a shake of his body, he rests into a comfortable position on the ground. A quick sniff of the area tells him this place is.. well, ripe.
I bet weird chicken there didnt know we would surprise it in its toilet, of all places! I guess now it realizes it is better to talk than let us eat it! HA! Take that, weird chicken talking thing!
M | HP: 19/19 | AC: 18 (12 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +1 (+3 for bull rush), CMD: 13 (14 vs bull rush, 17 vs trip) | F: +5, R: +4, W: +2 | Init: +1 | Perc: +6, lowlight vision, scent | Speed 40 ft | Power Attack -1/+2 | Spells: None | Active conditions: None.
Intimidate: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (6) - 3 = 3
Urk growls, but it might be his stomach grumbling.
M | HP: 19/19 | AC: 18 (12 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +1 (+3 for bull rush), CMD: 13 (14 vs bull rush, 17 vs trip) | F: +5, R: +4, W: +2 | Init: +1 | Perc: +6, lowlight vision, scent | Speed 40 ft | Power Attack -1/+2 | Spells: None | Active conditions: None.
While he doesnt understand the words being said, it is obvious to Urk that something is not right. The big mouth thing, while seeming to have three legs, is not any friendlier than most two-legs. When its.. arm? Leg? Second eye?... points in his direction, and he sees his ork friend tense up and shake his head, Urk definitely knew something was night right at all.
I dont know what that thing is, but I bet I could eat it.
Urk was hungry. He forgot to eat at the meeting. At least, he thinks he forgot. Urk isnt having a good day being lowered into a sewer then having some massive mouthy three legger pointing at him.
His hackles raised on his back, light grunts echoing in the sewer, and he stood his ground.
Bring it, weird chicken!
M | HP: 19/19 | AC: 18 (12 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +1 (+3 for bull rush), CMD: 13 (14 vs bull rush, 17 vs trip) | F: +5, R: +4, W: +2 | Init: +1 | Perc: +6, lowlight vision, scent | Speed 40 ft | Power Attack -1/+2 | Spells: None | Active conditions: None.
Hears the grunt of his friend, he snaps his head up and shakes his little boar bum happily. Standing up, he keeps his food in his mouth, still chewing as he falls next to the druid.
I'm going on an adventure!
M | HP: 19/19 | AC: 18 (12 Tch, 17 Fl) | CMB: +1 (+3 for bull rush), CMD: 13 (14 vs bull rush, 17 vs trip) | F: +5, R: +4, W: +2 | Init: +1 | Perc: +6, lowlight vision, scent | Speed 40 ft | Power Attack -1/+2 | Spells: None | Active conditions: None.
Oh man, this is some good food! Why can't we be fed like this all the time?
Urk chews happily at his little piece of meat as some other two legger talks. He knows it means they are going someplace else. He just hopes it isn't like the last time; too many two leggers with stuffy clothing, the smell of the building was so clean. But the food was great!
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daemonslye wrote: Set Piece: The Trouble with Magic (for Shadow in the Sky or other Riddleport-based adventure path; Careful, its 4.4MB) -> CLICK HERE
As I mentioned before, I have been hacking away at a "set piece" in my (very little) spare time. It's been a humbling experience. Those that crank these things out week in and week out have my appreciation and awe.
While I was going to finish the whole thing then post it, I came to the realization that with all of the words, I might need a little editing help as I go - perhaps this will keep the reviewing work to smaller, more manageable chunks.
Some background - The locale is available to be used as a traditional magic item sale/purchase scenario with some role-playing opportunities or can be used to set up a foe or run as an "adventure".
Some known issues: I need to put richer detail surrounding the issues and motivations of The Squint and Jezebeth. I have perhaps too much detail I want to put in (connecting Nocticula, the Writ, and Voodoo magic) which is why I shied away from too much in the front section so far. Also, if the party decides to try a "screw it, we attack" method, with everyone in the shoppe present, the EL will quickly blow into TPK land. I am re-working the earlier versions of Constantine and Jez ATM. Another thing, I am not totally zen with the whole "I go out and buy 12 wands today" sort of thing. While I don't want to role-play every single little interaction, and I like magic to be accessible, I also like magic to have some sense of rarity - e.g. More like Greyhawk (as I imagine it) than the poles defined by the Forgotten Realms or Iron Kingdoms.
If anyone is interested in providing feedback, with the understanding that it is clearly unfinished and a work in progress, please do. I'll incorporate any cool ideas people have if they work and want me to put them in. I'll try to keep updating the pdf until I start having a problem with uploading it (which will...
I'm just getting into running Second Darkness and was wondering if anyone had a copy of this set piece? It sounds incredibly interesting, I'd love to get a copy if I could!
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James Jacobs wrote: Had I all the money in the world I would have hired Lisa Gerrard to create the Song of Silver, but I don't have that, and I didn't want to half-ass it on my own, since I know my limitations.
But I'm still also quite disappointed there's no music or lyrics for it. :(
While I can admit I was very much looking forward to seeing what Paizo could do with the Song of Silver, I can see why you would leave it out. I feel like one of the biggest obstacles in writing something like that is no matter what, it won't match up with someone's perception of what it should be. I'm not personally musically talented, but I definitely had a vision in my head of what the Song of Silver would feel like.
This way, GMs can create their own SoS, and tailor it to the feel of their campaign.
Mr. Reo wrote: Don't be dissapointed, I've read through the 'lyrics' I drafted for our table several times now, and, while they may not be beautiful when sung, I made sure they had a lot of meaning in them and, more importantly, sound like a folk tune.
I've put the draft lyrics behind spoiler tags** spoiler omitted **
For a tune, it will probably sound like an amalgamation of Ranken Bass's song of the Misty Mountains, God Rest Thee Merry Gental Men and the Hanging Tree from the Hunger Games Movie.
OOOOOH Reo, this is awesome. For giggles, I put this to the tune of 'The Hanging Tree' (because I'll admit, I've been kind of wanting to use it for SoS) and it fits so very, very well. Essentially, repeat each verse twice (sing verse 1-3, then do so again), then repeat the last verse, with the potential for some minor tweaks.
Thank you so very much for this gift :D
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Can I just say that I absolutely love/hate this volume.
Love because I play in a group where we take turns DMing, but Cheliax is hands-down my baby. This has so many juicy bits I want to dance.
Hate because I am half-way through running the fifth installment of Council of Thieves and I would have sold my soul to Asmodeus to have this two years ago...
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