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Wilrin rides Legs into the loud and empty corridor pausing by door while the halfling peeks around the corner.
I think it will draw more attention if we move the bodies. I think keeping them in place and making them look as if they are passed out drunk will buy us more time. We could disable the levers.
”Best we try the door without the partying giants behind it,” the gnome suggests to the halfling.
All is well here too! Everyone here is home for next 2 weeks.
Wilrin charges the giant a wicked grin on his face as he skewers it on his lance.
Wilrin waits and watches. Hoping his companions end the giants quickly nonetheless he readies his lance and is prepared to charge any giants that do not fall.
That was my understanding too.
Wilrin waits astride Legs with his companions for the front door to open.
”we be better at climbing, Wilrin mutters but leaves it at that. When the door opens he follows the plan.
Good ideas. As far as tactics go I plan to charge and get into flanking position. Hopefully with the judicious sharing of teamwork feats I can help reduce the number of AoOs we take.
Wilrin nods his head in thanks at the offered necklaces and carefully puts one on. He places the other one on Legs and gives the spider a reassuring pat. He echoes Fenla’s sentiment, ”Good luck.”
Immediate attack.
Strike tonight.
Wilrin chimes in, ”Me and Legs can be climbing too if needed.”
Rommin said on the 19th that his posting would slow down because of a spike in his work load.
Another idea is to try to trick some of the enemy into leaving.
Or something similar
A couple of options to reduce the likelihood of being discovered:
For me #2 is the most important. At some point we will find ourselves in combat and it does us no good to bypass 20 encounters and then have the alarm raised and our escape route be cut off by the 20 encounters behind us. I’m for a quick scout by someone/something to get a general layout or idea of the forces but the best resources that we have for sneaking into this place has been handed to us **drunk sleeping giants** I can’t think of a better opportunity besides half the giants leaving the place. So, as of right now I am for a more immediate assault. Spider +2 stealth
Wilrin creeps along, astride Legs, with the rest of the party but he has trouble hearing anything over his own internal monologue, Sleeping giants, what are we waiting for? He begins to fidget uncomfortably as the they wait.
Sounds good to me.
Wilrin is enjoying his conversation with Fenla when the halfling returns and conversation turns to strategy. He interjects, ”Scouting be all fine and good but eventually we have to be getting our lances bloody. What better opportunity are you thinking we will find?” He shrugs, ”They all be drunk and unaware ... do ye be expecting them to be in a worse state tomorrow or the next day?”
The gnome strokes his beard while he replies, ”Hmmm ... well usually I like to charge right in and then legs and I chop them down to size. I hit em high and legs hits em low.”
Wilrin tries not to look dejected while listens to Fenla’ gentle rebuke. He almost protests but keeps silent, but it was a compliment. He brightens up as she asked about Legs, ”Well I’ve always had an aptitude for entomology, not etymology which is the study of languages, but rather the study of insects, which most people think are disgusting creepy crawly little critters, some are poisonous, prone to swarming, good thinks to know. Very tasty too especially when covered with chocolate or caramel, the ratfolk have an interesting dish, served as an appetizer with a strong mead. Makes my mouth water just thinking about it, maybe I’ll make it for you sometime.” He pauses and takes a breath, ”Anyway, Legs and I met when I was trapped in a web in the Crystalmist Mountains, I won’t bother you with the details but we’ve been fast friends ever since.”
The he gnome crinkles his nose and sniffs, Of course, that barb was directed at tiny. I wasn’t even close enough to correctly ascertain how much you did or didn’t reek.” He sniffs several more times, ”Now that I am, I can confirm while not pleasant it is neither noxious or putrid. So my remarks couldn’t have been directed at you. ”As for tiny... don’t worry I’ll be making sure Legs doesn’t hurt her.” he adds as he pets the spider.
Now we’ll see if Fenla be warming up to me spider now that the competition is out of the picture,” Wilrin thought. Aloud he remarked to the mammoth with a huge grin, ”See ya big girl.”
It does look like to good of an opportunity to pass up. I think it will be hard to sneak in with the mammoth unless we use magical resources.
For once Wilrin is at a loss for words as he watches Fenla disappear and reappear atop the mammoth, But... He is distracted from his confusion by Rommin’s remarks and responds abashed, ”umm makes sense.” He pats his spider consolingly, ”Don’t worry Legs I’m sure she didn’t mean it.
Wilren’s eyes light up at the sight of another gnome and he makes a short bow from his saddle, ”Wilren at your service. Thank you. His ears turn red and he begins to blush as he blurts out, ”I can teach you to ride. It would probably be better than riding that ... umm.... tiny... ummm anyway you look coordinated and not too plump, if you don’t mind my saying, so it should be easy.”
Startled by the appearance of the halfling Wilrin almost falls out of his saddle only years of training prevent him from embarrassing himself. He stares at Brother Hawthorne for a moment making sure he doesn’t disappear, ”Of course ... that’s what I be saying murderize all the giants.”
Wilren listens to Ugnor and Vakmu his gaze going back and forth between the two nodding his head in agreement at the appropriate places. The gnome begins to relax, his wild smirk returning, as he realizes they share the same purpose, ”Well why didn’t you just be saying so in the first place. Let’s be decimating some giants. He hesitates for a moment, ”I be sorry, I forgot me manners, I am all flubergated. I forgot to introduce me mount Legs.”
Wilren slapped his thigh as let out a loud guffaw. ”Of course I be knowing that neither of you be giants but what you are or aren’t and your level of odoriferousness remains to be ascertained,” he replies once he stops laughing. With a grin still on his face he looks to the talking bear,”It wasn’t you that I be accusing of cavorting with giants it be that other hairy beast next to you.” He shakes his head his grin slowly fades, ”I be Wilrin Bignoodle of Radish Hollow and the facts of the matter at hand are; that me village was destroyed by giants and that smelly creature.” He vaguely points in the mammoths direction and continues, ”I be tracking them for three days and that trail leads here.” He looks around, eyes squinting as he strokes his beard, ”Now I be seeing for me self that there be no giants close at hand but that don’t mean you ain’t cached them somewhere or why ye be making nice with their pets.”
Surprised by the voice the gnome asks himself, And who be speaking to me a bear or a mammoth? He quickly recovers his wits and answers, ”I be the one tracking that big smelly hairy beast you be cavorting with and the dimwitted inbred giant that destroyed me village. That’s who I be.” He places his hands on his hips, ”Now I be having business with that giant. Bring him forward and I’ll be letting the lot of you live.”
Thanks Smooshie. Hope to get to play with you some time.
Thanks for the selection. I’m looking forward to playing with you all.
Good luck all! The sell: Wilrin is set up to be a frontline fighter while he will charge when he can as an opening move it is not his only trick. Giants do a lot of damage and Wilrin has a high constitution and toughness plus his mount has the intercept blow feat to absorb some damage too. All this makes him more durable on the front Lines. Also, his challenge ability +2 to hit, +7 damage will make enemies notice him. While, his ability to share teamwork feats and banner ability can add a minor buff to his allies. More importantly the escape route feat will make it easier for Wilrin to get into flanking position without taking attacks of opportunity (which are brutal when delivered by giants). Finally, his mount gives him some versatility, climb speed, tremor sense, and Darkvision. Legs will neve be a damage dealer but I see it aiding another a lot and giving Wilrin or someone +2 to hit or AC every round.
Here is Mr. Hebeme’s submission. Wilren, gnome cavalier from the Stark Mounds on the northern border of Sterich. Everything should be in the alias. If you have any questions or concerns let me know. Hook:
Wilrin hums a whimsical tune as he sits on the back of his giant spider, Legs, It be three days now and we ain’t much closer to catching these miscreants. He adjusts his seat in the saddle trying to get comfortable as he looks toward the ground, eyes moving quickly from side to side, searching for a sign of the giant and mammoth that destroyed his village. It is Legs who finds their quarry’s trail first, letting out a soft clicking from its mandible to notify his master of his success. Hope renewed the pair continued their pursuit. Background:
The gnome’s terse nerves calm down as he becomes lost in memories of his past, listening to the clack, clack clack as his spider skitters after their prey.
It wasn’t long ago Wilrin lived an idyllic life in the small gnomish thorp Radish Hollow. The community was a series of burrows deep within the rolling tors of the Stark Mounds, and amongst the residents Wilrin was considered an accomplished mushroom farmer and miner. Additionally, Wilrin knew the surrounding terrain like the back of his hand, every brook, steam and meadow was etched in his memory. The hills were his home, part of his being, and he had many friends among the small forest animals surrounding his community. He knew many of the creatures of the hills by name and would often converse with them. It was one such creature, a giant spider named Legs who became the constant companion of Wilrin. Unfortunately, the proximity of the Thorp to the untamed countryside subjected them to the occasional raid by giants or more frequently goblins. As a consequence, on more than one occasion, an entire season of work was lost. As a result Wilrin spent much of his time aside his spider roaming the hills, scouting, hoping to thwart the next raid. It was a week ago when he first heard the rumors from the denizens of the Stark Mounds. First it was a whisper, then every creature cried the warning that Giants were on the march. In a rush the gnome returned to the Thorp three days ago only to find it destroyed by giants and no trace of the residents to be found. Wilrin is startled from his reverie as his spider friend chitters away. “Right you be Legs, best we pay attention, and figure a way to lure this badger from its burrow, so to speak .” Appearance: Wilrin wears an old canvas sack on his head like a cap, with holes cut out of the sides for his ears which protrude straight from the sides of his head and are each adorned with tree hooped earrings. His face is dominated by an overly large nose which pokes out of a magnificent silver beard, which is adorned with beads, with large mustaches. The gnome’s eyes are feral looking and are the color of coal and shine with mischief standing in stark contrast to his weathered skin. He wears tight breaches and round toed knee high boots along with a kilt and breastplate. There is an assortment of pouches, bandoleers, scroll cases, and containers strapped to his body. But most astoundingly Wilrin usually sits astride a giant spider.
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