Wallace Lundgren's page

Y'all, I've really enjoyed this table. Excellent players/GM all around and it was just plain fun :)

If I come back to PbP, I'll definitely hit y'all up! Best of luck with the AP and think of Wallace when you're about to do something heroic :P

Wallace sighs inaudibly as his words are met with nothing but acceptance, even encouragement. "Thank you everyone. It has been an honor to serve with you. I'll do my best to send a message. Godspeed!" Snapping off a salute, he collects his things and heads off with Garmid.

Wallace glances downwards in shame at the sight of his father, but his face is gripped in a scowl when the vision turns to weighing the Orcish lives of their own knights. "Garmid... Did- did you see that?" he asks the Phantom in disbelief.

"That was my father, Brutus. We've never seen eye to eye, especially when it comes to Orcs, but he's a better knight than me. Always has been. Even trained as a Paladin, something I just wasn't cut out for," he admits to his translucent pal.

"I know the others are looking to escape here through earning those stamps, but I don't think there's enough time to stop this," he concludes, gesturing at the fading mists. "There has to be another way and I aim to find it. Will you join me on this quest? It would be an honor to fight with you in the name of all that is righteous, to free ourselves of this place and stop whatever... misguided plans Lyonette and my Father have concocted."

In the morning, once camp has been collapsed...
"My able companions, a word, please. Garmid and I saw unsettling visions in the mists during our watch. It was nothing so urgent so as to disrupt your rest, yet something that weighs heavily on my mind," he explains before reciting what he saw.

"I can't say what testing Lyonette has been conducting, however, my Father's stance on achieving victory, especially from Orcs, can be... heavy-handed at times. I don't make this decision lightly, but Garmid and I feel it is our sworn duty as Knights to find a way to stop this from happening. Every Knight knows any battle might be his last, but to willingly harm your own at the expense of the enemy is a step too far. The stamps we seek to escape this place is a good plan, but with only a week... I fear it isn't going to be fast enough. We'll be walking our own path from here on out in search of a faster way back to the Material," he concludes. With a soldier's practice he stands at attention, ready to weather any storm that may appear. Yet despite all his training and discipline, his eyes betray that his mind has been made up, no matter how heavy it makes his heart. We know what is soon to transpire and, for all the shame I've brought him, I don't think anyone else has a better chance of altering Father from this path than me. My strength is not in my sword, but in my heart. If I lose my sword, I have lost a tool. If I betray my heart, I have died. So sayeth the Inheritor.

"I'd normally suggest we rest inside the castle," Wallace begins. "But I can feel the eyes on me when I turn away. I agree with Garret, let's put some space between us and the castle so we can wake up with as many teeth as we went to sleep with." After the awkward encounter with Chompsky, he's all but certain some of the Toothfairies are plotting to get their 'just reward.'

"I'm in a similar place as Ketra, rest is all I'll need to be in top-shape tomorrow." He stretches his weary limbs. "With the time it takes to handle my armor, I'd rather take first or last watch. Garmid, I'd be honored by your vigilance, if you're willing."

I think most people here are aware of this, due to being in other games with me, but over the past couple of months I've been in the process of closing out all my PbP games and re-prioritizing my free time. Since the start of that process, the GM and I have worked out a suitable departure point, which is quite soon. I just wanted to make sure everyone had a heads up before Wallace gives his "good-bye" post in gameplay and my own in discussion!

The two things of immediate concern for y'all, in my humble opinion, are sorting the equipment he's been using (the adamantine warhammer and cold iron shortsword have already proven invaluable) and whether or not y'all want a replacement!

With the others heading back to the Queen, Wallace offers his hand to Chompsky. "Your strategic support was invaluable. We'd still be fighting if the other Toothfaries joined in," he acknowledges. "Because of your presence, only the Prince and his Angel had to perish. If not, either we'd have been overwhelmed or you'd experience the slaughter of half of your brethren. This was the best outcome by far."

Leaving the chanting to Garret, Wallace stows his warhammer, retrieves his shortsword, then, finally, to his backpack. Finding some cloth, he does his best to stop the rest of his blood from pouring out of his chin.

"There's a joke in here somewhere about a glass jaw, but I'm not quite sure what it is..." he says with a small smirk. "Nice work everyone, that went just about as well as it could have!"

Looks like Zsofia seals the deal on the Angel of Teef! :D

As their glassy foe crumbles to pieces, Wallace places himself between Ketra and Garret. "Great work, Zsofia!"

In the best position to protect his allies, he devotes his attention to getting his shield into place when the Prince Attacks.
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Aid Another (AC +3), DC 10: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
Ready an action to defend (aid AC) Ketra/Garret if they're attacked!

"Shortsword on my hip!" Wallace calls in response to Sanduro's question. Now if only I could be in two places at once...

With Zsofia aiming for the middle, the Knight does the same with a swing from the opposite direction. "My shield arm is only so long," he explains to the Phantom. "We'll crush it between our blows yet!"
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Adamantine Warhammer (Challenge, IC, Flank) vs Angel of Teef!: 1d20 + 6 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 6 + 1 + 2 = 191d8 + 3 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 3 + 2 + 1 = 13

Chin dripping with blood, Wallace staggers a bit from the blow. Seeing Zsofia taking it from the opposite side, he hazards a follow up swing before he fully regains his footing. To predictable results.

"Garmid, let's strike as one!" he calls to the Phantom. Firmly on his feet, he steps over to Ketra with his shield ready to intercept any blows.
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Adamantine Warhammer (Challenge, IC, Flank) vs Angel of Teef!: 1d20 + 6 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 6 + 1 + 2 = 131d8 + 3 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 3 + 2 + 1 = 14

I think I did you one better! ;)

TEAM TEEF! TEAM TEEF! TEAM TEEF!

Wallace won initiative? What?!

Wallace sighs as Prince Uspid chooses to the 'blaze of glory' option. He levels his warhammer at the Angel of Teef.

"On my honor as a Knight, I challenge you, monster! By the Divine, may the righteous succeed this day!"
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Adamantine Warhammer (Challenge) vs Angel of Teef (Flat-Footed): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 161d8 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 2 = 6

"We'll hold you to it," Wallace responds. "This is it then. Unless we've any final preparations to make, let's steel ourselves for battle."

Heeding his own words, he double checks the straps on his shield and warms up his wrist and shoulder, warhammer in hand. Let's see how that glass beast likes this piece!

Wallace thinks a bit too hard about his contribution. "And then there'll be more teeth?" he adds to Garret's words.
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Diplomacy (Aid) vs Garret: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Wallace nods. "We'll take the fight to the Prince. The Queen is as close to the lawful ruler of this place as one can get, in my eyes, anyways. I don't think the Prince has reason to suspect us, yet. I say we all get as close to that glass behemoth as we can and bring it down first," he suggests. Heaven knows we'll have a rough time of it either way. Those Toothfaries certainly out number us, but if we can at least get that brute out of the way, we'll persevere.

I feel like isolating/capturing Uspid is going to be easier than taking on what would likely be a mimic, tooth fairy queen, AND that damn soul-eater cat. The glass angel won't be a pushover, I'm sure, but I'd rather take that on and some tooth fairies!

"If peace isn't an option, the Prince has it coming. I think we can all agree though that a whole community is better than a damaged one, if we can manage it," Wallace says in agreement.

"If it is teeth, perhaps we could use that snake to persuade a few?"

"B-but I only knocked!" Wallace protests, his face reddening a little. Gah! I should have been more careful, damn! The latch was barely engaged!

"We're not assassins, we're here for a stamp!" he insists.
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Diplomacy (Aid): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21 +3 to the lead, presumably Garrett!
Welp, guess I botched that up! Sorry y'all -_-

We'll forgive you only if you wrangle that promotion! ;) Best of luck! :D

"I thought so, but with the number of fairies they have about, they could make short work of it with some determination. I think you've concocted an excellent plan, Ketra. That stamp is what we need, so if the Queen can offer it, I see we take it and rid ourselves from this place!" Wallace says, honoring the screen's request to not peek.

Once everyone is ready, he approaches the door and knocks. "Excuse me, your Highness? Would you do us the honor of an audience?"

Wallace relinquishes the food. This doesn't really clarify our situation. Damn! I was hoping the case was more clear cut than this. The Queen is the legal ruler, but apparently unfit to rule. The Prince has staged a bit of a coup, but at least their people obey him.

He sighs. "What's our plan? I think our latest information muddies the waters a bit."

"Of course, your Highness, Wally or Mister Lunken, as it suits you," Wallace responds. Crazy, royalty, either way you allow them to refer to you as they please. He sighs inwardly at the indignity.

"Our rations are thin, however I'm sure we could scrape something together for a Queen?" he says, a little hesitantly, before looking at his allies. I hate to speak for them, but she seems to have latched onto me. Pulling his pack off of his shoulder, he retrieves a ration. Uncertain what the custom is among Toothfairy royalty, he raises it just enough to signal it is an offering but without committing to either the dummy or the screen.
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Wallace will offer up a trail ration. I know food is sort of tight given that we are on the run with the clothes on our back, so, please, no pressure!

"I don't like this one bit," Wallace whispers. "I'll leave the talking to the more diplomatic, but let me go first," he insists.

Taking a deep breath, he strides forward confidently. Let's see what this crazy house has in store for us this time. "I am Wallace Lundgren and these are my companions. Who do we have the honor of speaking with?" he bows slightly and cedes the floor to someone else.

They seem to be complying now, but we're still at a serious disadvantage until we cross over... Making sure the way behind them is sealed, he leads the way across, weapons stowed.
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Sense Motive?: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21

Suddenly hostile! No sense in diluting the wine, there is strength in unity. Wallace puts a hand on his new lockpick and does his best to look menacing.
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Intimidate (Aid): 1d20 ⇒ 12 +3! :D

Wallace looks deep in thought for a moment. Is that what happens to Planar beings? Never would have guessed, must be why they fight so earnestly.

"Now, please, do us the honor of seeing you. We wish to speak with the Queen as a matter of urgency."

"Wise, Sanduro. I was just thinking that would make for a mean fall. And these pranksters clearly don't need more of an incentive to mess with us," Wallace says, scowling at the bridge.
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Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

"Impeccable teamwork, imagine what could be if we ever get time to run drills!" Wallace says proudly. While the healing happens, he pushes the corpse into one of the hallway's alcoves. No need to leave such a trip hazard in the way! Never know when you need to perform a tactical retreat.

"Thank you, Sanduro. There's never enough healing magic!"
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Ready to continue whacking away at the next door!

Ha! Love it! :)

Sanduro, I believe so. Looks like a typo, hyphen instead of an opening bracket.

Wallace is reeling himself as more of his blood is forcefully exposed to the Boneyard. I am the first into battle, and the last to leave it!

Standing firm on his feet through sheer willpower, the knight steadies his shield and brings his hammer back. With the strength of a man on the edge, he delivers another crack to the Esobok's face.
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Adamantine Warhammer vs Esobok (Grappled?): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 231d8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

On the topic of invisible zombies, I see no reason why a higher level caster or two couldn't just try and screw around with a party of PC's...

You could have a 5th level wizard be a total troll, turning easy fights into more serious (but not necessarily lethal) fights. Flies invisibly above the fight, drops a crowd control spell here, a buff on the enemies there. Flees once the PC's catch on. Talk about building up your primary antagonist XD

"Agreed, at least Zombies can always be seen!" Wallace adds. Shoulder to shoulder with Ketra, he gives her a nod and readies his hammer for a strike to the front. Can't even begin to describe what it's jaws did, but no Zombie I've ever seen could do that either!
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Adamantine Warhammer vs Readied to strike when foe is in reach: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 221d8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Is Wallace still grappled? The description suggests no, but the tracker says yes.

Good Lord XD

"What fresh hell is this?!" Wallace shouts as he tries to wrestle the creature off of him.
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Break Grapple!: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15 Soooomething tells me that didn't quite cut it...

Wallace moves up to the door and waits to see if anyone hears anything from the other side.

If nobody hears anything, he stows his shield and takes to battering the door. "I know this will work against our intentions, but we've no other option. I suggest we remain beyond the threshold, even after the door collapses."
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Percetion: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
Adamantine Warhammer: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Wallace takes hold of the weapon and swings it around. "That... will do quite nicely," he confesses. "Pray I won't need it soon."
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Don't suppose the next door is locked? ;) Wallace has a new lockpick to try out!

"Good thing we weren't counting on surprise," Wallace says dryly, before a little smirk cracks through. "Agreed, thank you. We're aiming for a conversation, correct? To learn the truth of the events in this castle?" he asks the group. It'd do more harm than good if we weren't all on the same page.

"Right you are Zsofia, our return, at least without his allies, was not part of his plan," Wallace responds.
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To the Queen!

Best of luck!

Wallace brings up the rear, but only after he's taken a moment to bar the door from the outside. That monstrosity is going to stay put for a while. At least we should hear it coming. No worries if not possible!

"...yup, we could share the... teef horde...," Wallace adds unconvincingly. What have we become? He wipes his face and goes to stand in the hallway. I can't even begin to think what the General would have done in this situation. Besides not be in it, I suppose.
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Bluff (Aid) vs Zsofia: 1d20 ⇒ 6

Congrats!

Also, I got it backwards on the bead of healing. I can use it for remove blindness/deafness, but remove disease is not a paladin spell, for some reason.

They're all immune, duh ;)

Wallace inhales deeply, holds it, and exhales completely. By the Divine.

"Once we're ready to head out, I see no reason to delay any further."

:D Happy for you GM!

HEALING! FINALLY! :D I knew we had a cleric around here somewhere! ;)

Excellent, I'd have that mangled monstrosity follow nobody else, if follow it must. I won't go quietly if it goes berserk.

"Which way to the Queen's quarters? For real, this time," Wallace asks the Herald. While he isn't outright trying to intimidate the little fellow, he does lean over him to impress upon fairy the fact of their relative mass.
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Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18
We could try locking the Herald in here with promise and intent to free him once we've met with the Queen?

Wallace unstoppers a potion once he's done the best he can for the Herald and throws it back, pinky only slightly up. He groans as his various puncture wounds close up and some strength returns to his limbs. "Magic can be quite the marvel..."

"Once we figure out what our 'bodyguard' will do, I think now is the best chance we have of having a frank discussion with the Queen," he points out.
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CMW (Potion): 2d8 + 3 ⇒ (6, 5) + 3 = 14 Exactly back to full :D
GM, can we assume we take a minute to figure out who/what the Glass Boi is following? I figure the quickest way would be to move out of sight in various quantities with/without the Herald and see what we can figure out. If we bring the Herald with us (which Wallace would like to do, unless he is what the Mr Glassy is set to follow), he'll sling him like a baby across his chest. Loose enough to breath, but tight enough that he'd need help escaping.

The PC horde is unstoppable >:O

With a groan, Wallace leans against the wall and breathes. "By the power of our faith in each other we've one. That was a hellish beast," he admits, resting his head against the cool stone. Strength now, I must lead by example.

With a deep breath, he pushes away from the wall and scoops up the bleeding fairy. With a spare cloth, he tries to tie off the worst of his wounds."He attempted to deceive us, but the fellow fought at the fore with us, however briefly."
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Heal (First Aid), DC 15: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16

Wallace tries to crowd the would-be assassin in and sends another blow from his shield. "Keep the pressure on!" he calls out, mumbling a little as his brain continues to struggle through the mental fog.
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Shield Bash vs Necrophidius: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 181d4 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4 AC does go down 4 for not having the Improved Shield Bash feat.

"Urk!" Wallace grunts as the Necrophidius sinks it's teeth into him. As it pulls away, he tries to heed Garrett's advice and swings his shield at the pile of bones.
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Fort vs Paralysis: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
Shield Bash vs Necrophidius: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 151d4 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5 AC does go down 4 for not having the Improved Shield Bash feat.
This is assuming a 15 on the Fort is enough. Otherwise he just spasms a little as the poison locks his muscles. I'd pull his Morningstar, but staggered.