Vasili Volkov's page

"Bah, this is dull", Vasili complains but starts to examine the bookshelves, occasionally delighting himself with more of his strong drink. When he finds an interesting book, he just tosses it to Petrok, not caring that much for possible damage.

I just realized I completely forgot my wolf! Sergei is probably howling outside his loneliness.

"You are fast and mean, but I'll get you!"

Vasili climbs on the table to reach the goblin, and tries to strike it again.

"Now, you flame beast! Take this!" Vasili shouts and runs to engage the strange goblin. He takes a mighty swing at the creature.

"I'm kind of busy here!" Vasili shouts back and hits the weird humanoid again, but manages to step aside amidst the fighting.

"Hey hots, hang in there, we just kill these first!" he calls to Ashra.

"Arg! I'll get you for that"

Vasili drops his bow, draws the large hammer and smacks at the weird humanoid in front of him.

Vasili notices in horror flames starting to come out of the goblin's mouth. He dodges some of the blast, but is still burnt somewhat.

"I will get hurt bad here", Vasili mutters to himself as he runs forward to meet the enemies. He gets next to the strange humanoids, blocking their way, and shoots an arrow at the weird-looking goblin.

Vasili takes a quick sip again, and nods to his companions.

OK to open door.

Vasili continues eastward, bow ready and looking all around him for sights of danger.

"Let's move, keep watch, up too. May be more wing gobs", he calls with a low voice.

Vasili walks over to the strange goblin creature. He looks over the room while walking, to see possible hiding enemies, bow ready in hand. When he gets to the goblin corpse, he kicks it over.

"This sod is dead from hits. But I don't know why it has all those things, they don't look good."

Vasili offers his waterskin to Ashra.

"Want? Clears the throat, good."

He looks at the pit, then kicks some sand into it. "Bah, some dull hole. Let's find if there's more gobs here."

Vasili takes the potions gladly. "Thanks! Is it good stuff?"

He opens one and sniffs it as Petrok explains their function. His mood drops a bit. "Oh, just some mage stuff. I thought good drink."

He walks over to his dropped hammer and picks it up. "Well, these were not smart or good gobs. Let's go see if rest are."

Why, oh why, do I have class skill Spellcraft and no Detect Magic?

"I won't touch that stuff", Vasili grumbles as he looks at the green smoke. He drops the hammer, draws his bow and runs to get a clear aim at the goblin leader.

"Hey gob, catch this!" he shouts and shoots.

"Well, it's rare to see a good gob!"

Vasili moves to the nearest goblin, and brings his hammer on it with all his might.

"The gob lads may not be too bad, but that smoke stuff is bad", Vasili explains to his companions. He keeps his weapons sheathed, but eyes the goblins varily.

Vasili scorns as he sees the alchemical equipment.

"I hate that stuff. Let's smash it all", he says and readies his hammer.

Vasili scoops up a handful of the goop, sniffs it and eats it, flushing it down with another sip from his waterskin.

"I've had worse. Not too bad for gobs."

He looks around and kicks some trash on the ground.

"Not much left here, they trashed it good. No need to whack those, let's go."

Vasili takes his waterskin from his hip and pours some of the foul-smelling liquid on the oozes Orophin tries to burn up. The liquid flames up, and quickly burns the slimes. Vasili takes a deep chug from the skin and then offers it around.

"Good stuff. Keeps you up and them down."

He joins Ashra in searching the room, also checking if the half-eaten goblins had something useful still remaining.

"Whack first, burn later, song boy! Hots, if you can't smack, can you just hug them to flames or like that?" Vasili shouts back, and sends another heavy strike at the oozes.

Vasili continues pounding the blueish ooze.

"It's smack time then!" Vasili cries out.

He drops his bow, and moves to the blueish one, drawing out his heavy hammer on the way.

He grins when the hammer connects with a loud thud.

"Dumb gobs are now slime food", Vasili comments, and follows up with two arrows from the heavy bow, aimed at the most green ooze.

"I know the blobs, saw such a while ago!"

Statline added. What do I know with just hitting the DC?

"Dumb gobs. Lets go and smack some sense to them."

Vasili continues forward, still bow ready in hand.

Vasili tries to make out the text, with hints from the earlier text the priest translated for them.

"I can't make clear of it, that mark does not fit."

Almost...

"What? Books as trap? Well, read then, they know we are here now", Vasili complains.

"Those gobs went here", Vasili mutters a warning as he slowly approaches the door, checking the surroundings for anything unusual.

Vasili stares at the texts.

"That's some old stuff. I've not met folk who speak it."

Hmm, yes, I have forgotten to choose languages. They would be some modern ones anyway.

"Yes, I'm with hots here. Why do you hang here? Are you that priest guy they said? You should have sent a word, we thought you had bit the dust", Vasili joins Ashra in the tries for communication.

The previous post was supposed to be before GM's post.

Vasili advances carefully in Kitajo's light, bow ready in hand. He points at the ground, at the tracks. "Man. Priest", he simply explains.

At the wider point, Vasili stops, and examines the floor more carefully. "Goblins", he exclaims. The wolf comes to him, sniffing at the tracks. "Fight, two groups. Most that way", Vasili says, waving back west. "Rest, there", he finishes, pointing forward to the east.

Vasili rolls out his weapon bag. He straps on a large hammer and a spear for easy access, then picks up a large, dark bow. He bends the thick bow with all the strength in his big arms, and strings it.

"You sing in the halls, but here, it's my girl Ljudmila who sings", he says to Orophin, patting the bow.

Vasili looks around the area, trying to notice any recent changes or tracks that would give clue to what has been moving around recently.

"Just the priest? No sign of the thing who got in or out?" he asks the scouts.

After examining the area, he heads to the caves, his wolf following right behind. "Good, bald boy, you have light. Let's go smack them", he says to Kitajo as they enter.

"Go and check a hole? Bah, easy. What was that thing gone through door? We go and bash it, right?"

Vasili doesn't look too enthusiastic about the exploration part of the mission.

Vasili waves at Ashra when she mentions Pathfinders.

"Vasili. Wait, I'll get a pint", he greets before heading to the tavernkeeper. "Сергей, стой!", he commands his wolf who obediently waits with the rest of the group.

A bit later Vasili returns with a large mug of dirty-coloured liquid. He takes the nearest chair, crashes on it, lifts his legs on the table and starts to gulp down the cheap drink. "So, hot broad, you know the job? Who we kill?" he asks Ashra.

A scruffy, big, dark-haired man is lying on the grass nearby, and an equally untidy wolf is lying beside him. When he hears Orophin's sigh, he looks at him, and waves.

"Hjey, sing-boy! Grand lodge, you say? You are our lad? I'm Vasili", he says with a Brevoy accent. He takes a big gulp from his waterskin, but the smell tells that it contains something much stronger. He burbs loudly and offers the waterskin to Orophin.

"Rest, bah! A chug of this, you sing all night! Don't be a wuss, come, sing with me. You know this one about a broad, Katyusha..."

Vasili starts to sing with his deep voice unbelievably badly.

Name: Melda
Character Name and levels: Vasili Volkov / Ranger 4
PFS id: 97350-3
Faction: Grand Lodge
Day job: Profession: Bounty hunter: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11