Varg Shelynson's page

"I... fol-low... She-lyn... too. ... Not a... pal-a-din, though. ... I... don't... sing. ... I ... just... carve."

Varg hands Lyric a small wood carving.

craft: wood carving: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

It's a nicely carved little wooden rose.

And that +4 is WITH masterwork tools.

The ugliest man you've ever seen stands before you. He has rounded ears, and no fangs, horns, or tail, so you presume that he's just a hideously ugly human, and not a tiefling or something. But he's so ugly that it's hard to tell. He's big and muscular, and he wears the armor and weapons of a warrior, along with, ironically, a shiny silver holy symbol of Shelyn, the goddess of beauty, love, and art.

*speaking very slowly*
"Hel-lo. ... My... name... is... Varg. ... Please... ac-cept... this... rose... from... the... church... of... She-lyn."

With that, he hands out small wood carvings to the Venture-Captain and each member of the party.

I then roll a few dice for craft: wood carving (with minimal bonus), and describe the wooden roses briefly, with some being well crafted, and some not even being recognizable as supposedly being roses if you didn't see the nicer ones for comparison.

This is my warpriest of Shelyn. He's a walking oxymoron: Besides being a pacifist warpriest, he's also a very ugly worshiper of the goddess of beauty.

He goes around handing out little wood carvings of roses that he makes (poorly) to everyone he meets.

In battle, he trips people, and disarms and sunders their weapons, using his reach to do this without provoking AOOs. He'll be getting Improved Trip at level 3. Then he asks his unarmed opponents on the floor to surrender. I'll upgrade his glaive to merciful when he has enough money. He really doesn't want to hurt anyone.

Varg's speech is slow, slightly slurred, and he occasionally stutters, as you might expect from a retarded peson. He's not truly retarded, but he is a slower learner than most people, and wasn't taught very well as a child to make up for it.

1. Why are you a Pathfinder?

She-lyn says to... spread beaut-y... ev-e-ry... day. ... I want to... t-trav-el... the world... spread-ing... beaut-y... in her... name.

2. Do you have a name and surname that is not ripped straight out of existing Earth mythology or popular culture?

My fa-mi-ly... a-ban-doned... me. ... I... changed... my name... to She-lyn-son... to ho-nor... the god-dess.

3. Which nation did you grow up in? How did this nation influence you?

I was... a-ban-doned... in Tal-dor. ... I was... tricked in-to... help-ing... street... thugs in... Opp-a-ra. ... They... left me... to be caught... by cit-y g-guards. ... I... spent... twen-ty... years in... j-jail. ... The p-priests... who... vi-sit-ed... me there... helped me... be-come... bet-ter per-son. ... They taught... m-me a-bout... She-lyn.

4. What do you look like? What are your wearing? How does this vary when you’re stalking through forests, sewers, deserts or in glittering cities?

I'm... ver-y... ug-ly. ... I know that. ... B-but... She-lyn... loves me... an-y-way. ... She taught me... to see... in-ner beaut-y.

I wear... ar-mor, ... and car-ry... glaive... and o-ther... weap-ons. ... But I... d-don't... want to... hurt... an-y-one... if I... don't have... to.

5. What do you love? (Treasure and experience doesn’t count)

She-lyn... taught me... to love... ev-er-y-one, ... and to... look for... beaut-y... ev-er-y-where. ... But I love... She-lyn... most of all.

6. What do you hate? (Unclear and irritating darkness level rules don’t count)

I... used to... hate... the cri-mi-nals... who got me... in-to t-trouble. ... But I... let go... of that, ... when I... found She-lyn.

7. Which other Pathfinders (PCs) do you rely on for teamwork, survival and butt-kicking? Do you have a bro? a mentor? a father figure? maybe a rival?

I... on-ly went... on one miss-ion... so far. ... I w-worked... with good... peo-ple.

8. How does your race influence your views? Are you a stereotype of a certain race? How are you different from most humans/elves/gnomes/orcs/tengu?

I'm... ver-y... ug-ly and... slow to... learn stuff. ... But I... am much...wis-er now... than be-fore. ... I learned... a lot... du-ring... my time... in jail.

9. What are you afraid of? Do you have any phobias or worries?

N-no.

10. What is your most treasured possession?

She-lyn's... l-love.

Varg definitely wouldn't let the mercs be killed, and if we have no legal basis to get them arrested, then he'd let them go.

Varg offers the angry woman a hand carved wooden rose.

"I used to be... ang-ry... like you, ... but Shelyn... calms me... and shows me... beau-ty."

diplomacy: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

Varg uses his Stabilize spell on the fallen foes.

Do we capture any awake and alive? Do they explain who they are and why they attacked us?

"Need to... find out... what pa-pers... say. ... Could... buy... scroll of ... Com-pre-hend... lang-uage."

Varg provokes from the elf in blue in order to charge the spellcaster in green. He goes for a trip attack to knock her down.

trip vs cmd: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 7 + 2 = 28

Seeing her fall, he yells "SURRRENDERR!!!", which comes out faster than you're used to hearing from him, but still slightly slurred.

Day job:
Craft: Wood Carving: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

The elf in blue would have needed to 5 ft step to a closer square to attack me.

Not sure where Shallya was intending to move, but I had been intentionally setting him up for the flank on the guy I tripped. Calcifer just beat you to it.

Varg sees that Wailan is taking care of healing Tavagra, so he nods, and goes after the enemies.

Yelling, "AAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!", he charges the archer in blue, and makes an attack to sunder his bow.

This would provoke an attack of opportunity, but he probably can't take one with his bow. I think there's a feat for that, but I doubt a level 1 enemy will have it yet.

Sunder vs CMD: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 7 + 2 = 10
damage: 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

Going for a shirt/folio reroll on that attack roll, which also adds +3 for my GM stars.

Sunder vs CMD: 1d20 + 7 + 2 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 7 + 2 + 3 = 20

I just looked it up. The Core Rulebook (Additional Rules, end of chapter 7) says that projectile weapons typically have 5 hardness and 5 hit points, so 13 damage is enough to snap it in half, unless it's magical.

My AC is at -2 until my next turn, because of the charge.

Oops. I forgot Tavagra won't fall down immediately, because of that half orc ferocity.

"NO!!!" Varg yells, as he sees Tavagra fall unconscious.

His first instinct is to ask Shelyn to heal his fallen ally, but he remembers the lessons from Master of Swords Marcus Farabellus: First, eliminate the threat. Then, heal your allies. Knowing the half-orc is tough enough not to bleed to death immediately, he moves to attack the thug who hurt her, while positioning himself between the enemy spellcasters and the rest of the party.

Trip vs yellow's CMD: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

This provokes from him, but since he's using a longsword, he can't take an AoO from 10 feet away.

Varg double moves out into the open.

"We... no... w-want... tru-bul. ... Who... are... you?"

Remember that Varg has a reach weapon, which is too big to sheathe, so he already had it out. So anyone moving out of a square 10 feet away from me will provoke. He'll be going for trip attacks if that happens.

"An-y-one... got... scroll... of... comp-re-hend... lang-uage?"

Varg joins the others.

"Found... some-thin'?"

Varg walks up to the first altar (Oggo), looks around briefly, and says to the nameplate, "Wiffle", then waits to see if something happens.

perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

If nobody else figures it out, Varg will attempt to identify the potion. he dips his pinky in the potion, and then touches it to his tongue.

perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15

"Taste... like... cher-ry... mud."

"Bor-row... Way-fin-der... at Lodge, ... or... at Wisp?"

"May-be... bet-ter... at Lodge. ... Back to... name wall. ... Try pass-word... see if... wall... res-pond?"

Varg walks up to the door and looks in on the gnome.

"Hel-lo,... Mis-ter... gnome. ... You... ill-u-shun... too?"

Varg opens the door from the inside to let Grimn in.

"No gnome. ... Just... ill-u-shun. ... Check... other... rooms?"

"Just... cause... gnome... is... ill-u-shun, ... does-nt... mean... bugs... were. ... May-be... sum-mon'd... to... pro-tect... house."

Varg starts to look around a little, still weary of being attacked, and of having to explain the broken window to the town guard.

Given the gnome's odd behavior, Varg is willing to take Shallya's statement at face value.

"Bugs... still... there?"

Well, everyone else is doing it, and the gnome hasn't complained...

Varg follows his companions through the window and approaches the gnome.

"Mis-ter... gnome? ... Are... you... Fim-brik?"

If the gnome doesn't responded, Varg taps him on the shoulder.

"Hel-lo?"

Varg follows Grimn.

Varg looks back and forth between the door and the window, unsure what to do.

"Should... not... have... broke... win-dow", he scolds his teammate disapprovingly.

sense motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

Varg looks at Shallya harshly, but waits to see what happens without interfering yet.

"Uh oh"

Varg exits the house immediately, and closes the door behind him. That's two move actions.

"I... don'... think... we're... welc-come... here."

Varg leans into the front door without actually entering yet.

"HEL-LO!!!" he calls. "Mis-ter... Gnome? ... We come in now. ... O-K?"

Hearing no response, he carefully enters through the doorway.

[b]"Know... coin... mag-ic. ... Don'... know... what... for." Varg ponders, and looks at it as Wailan examines it.

"Coin is... m-mag-ic. ... Div-in-a-shun", Varg tells the others quietly.

Yes, Varg has a silver holy symbol of Shelyn.

No, Varg doesn't have any useful skills. Just diplomacy and craft: wood carving. The down side of dumping int, especially on a class that doesn't get many skill ranks anyway.

Varg casts Detect Magic, starting with the direction of the body and coin, but then around the whole room.

sense motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13

Varg doesn't realize what's going on.

"That... is... bad... to... dis-turb... g-graves. ... Want... help?" he offers the caretaker.

wisdom: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Varg doesn't notice something that his player noticed.

"Yes... just... visit... tomb."

aid another diplomacy: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Varg tries to help, but he's so ugly, and his speech is so slurred that he really doesn't help.

"May-be... we can... look... them... up... in... lib-ra-ry."

I know nothing.

Is the wall sorted chronologically? We'd probably want to try and find the names mentioned in those notes, and see what the wall has to say about them, along with others from around the same time period.

Varg looks confused, but is wise enough to keep his mouth shut and not even attempt to help with the bluff check.

Varg shrugs and goes along with the group.

While Shallya is reading the notes, Varg doesn't say anything or wait for requests before he taps Wailan and Tavagra with his wand of Cure Light Wounds, then taps himself with it again.

Wailan: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Tavagra: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Varg: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Seeing that they're fully healed, he looks over the notes himself, taking longer than the others to read them.

"Ven-toor Cap'ns... would want... to know... 'bout this." You can tell Varg is conflicted between wanting to go along with Shallya and wanting to report their findings to Dreng and the other Venture-Captains. "Guess... can't hurt to... in-vest-i-gate... our-selves."

"We... should... leave... notes... here. ... If dan-ger-ous, and... we die, ... then... Miss Gale... can tell... Cap'n Dreng."

"Owwwch!!!" Varg repeats again.

Fortitude: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Varg runs out of the room (move action), activates his spring loaded wrist sheathe to pull out his wand of Cure Light Wounds (swift action), and taps himself with the wand to stop the bleeding (standard action).

CLW wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

"More... flasks... in my... back-pack. ... Grab... and throw!" he tells the others.

He has two more acid flasks and two oil flasks in his backpack, if anyone wants to grab them.

"Owwwch!!!" Varg exclaims, surprisingly slowly.

Fortitude: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

He 5 foot steps backwards, out of the swarm, then pulls an acid flask out of his bag and throws it at the bats.

to hit: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Varg continues slowly into the room, pointing his glaive towards each side hallway and corner as he proceeds, as if he expects something to jump out at him.

Varg goes back and forth between peeking into the room and watching Heryn's reaction to see if she knew this was there.

"This... could be... trap. ... I can... go... first."

He begins to walk into the room.

Waiting for others to respond before moving all the way in.

Varg looks around, trying to determine who Heryn gestured to. He is apparently flustered by the ambiguity, and doesn't know where to go. As people approach the bar, he asks each, "Is... this... yours?"

Varg isn't really the social type who would go start a conversation, unless he has a specific task to talk to someone about. That's why he came straight to the bartender. That's also why he's a warpriest rather than a real priest. He wants to spread beauty and the word of Shelyn - he's just really bad at it.

Varg looks down, confused, at the drink Heryn handed him.

"De-li-ver?" He looks back to Heryn. "To who?"

Varg leans in to Heryn, and speaks quietly, trying not to garner too much outside attention.

"Ven-toor Cap'n Dreng... sent us to get... pack-age... from you."

On the way to the Wounded Wisp, Varg makes a point of handing out his hand carved wooden roses to every Pathfinder in the party. Some are better quality than others, as indicated by the craft checks above. Having given them out to Dreng and his teammates, he'd have run out by the time we get to the Wisp, unless someone doesn't want theirs.

Varg watches his teammates split up to talk to various people. As each leaves to a different table, he looks like he's about to say something, but ends up just staying quiet. He shrugs his shoulders and walks up to the bartender.

Seeing how busy she is, he waits patiently for an opening, wanting to talk to her and complete the mission he was assigned by Dreng.

"Are... you... Her-yn... Gale?"