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Sorry for lack of posts. I'll get up yo speed later tonight.

Thanks for your patience!

The gash on his side a distant memory already, Wulfgar quietly moves to the bandit leader, kneels by his corpse, and draws a dagger. He proceeds to hack an ear off, placing it in a small pouch on his belt.

He then slices off a strip of cloth from the leaders clothes, to make a bandage.

With a growl the bandit leader..Theron...advances on Wolfgar. "Perhaps you should check a mirror to see who will die first".

1d10 ⇒ 31d6 ⇒ 5 Fighting

And spending his last Benny since this doesn't look good for him...

1d10 ⇒ 101d6 ⇒ 3 Fighting
1d10 ⇒ 1 Ace

Which will hit Wulfgar...but just short of a raise. Damage is a raise over his toughness of 11...so Shaken, and one wound.

1d8 + 1d10 ⇒ (7) + (8) = 15 Scimitar Damage

Wulfgar does have First Strike (I assume at -2 since he did Intimidate first - here are the rolls if necessary)

Attack (Battle Axe): 1d10 - 2 ⇒ (1) - 2 = -1
Wild Die: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Damage (Str + d8): 1d8 + 1d8 ⇒ (7) + (8) = 15

Wulfgar shoves past the beggar, using the edge of his shield to keep his distance.

As he enters the courtyard, he puffs up his chest and tightens the grip on his battleaxe.

"Alright...who dies first?" he shouts, his deep voice booming through the courtyard.

Intimidation: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Wild die: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Ace: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Total Intimidation = 9

...and then Scheherezade rode off on my damn horse....

Heh...

Wulfgar laughs heartily and stands, his head almost touching the ceiling. He raises his mug to Temugai in salute.

”That was a good day, little horseman…a good day. The Jarl was quite angry, but not why you think. After you rode off, I tried to explain to him that you were just a horseman from the steppes, when he started laughing. ‘Such a waste of good ale’ he says.” Wulfgar chuckles, shaking his head.

He pauses then, a somber look darkening his face.

”We did kill many of them, yes…and the Jarl was grateful…but I vowed to the Jarl that I would find the traitor of his house, but the gods aren’t listening…I haven’t had any luck there. When I do find him, though…” He stares off with a look of rage, but quickly recovers, giving a deep rumbling chuckle.

”But…I must tell you all that I was not so ‘out of breath’ as the Hyrkanian would have you believe. There were at least a dozen of the mangy whoresons lying at my feet, and Temugai may have killed one…maybe two at most. Anyway, the Jarl was most grateful for being rescued, and he bade me good fortune as I followed the Hyrkanian south. Didn’t catch up with him right away, though.”

”Well, once I reached some town…Cascan it turns out, I found a tavern where the ale was passable, and some of the food too…but it’s the women who the true treasures. Well, I was happily enjoying my ale, along with a few local beauties, and I see some greasy little man pawing at a wench, and she turns and knocks him out cold! Nicely done, by the way Mirian!” He winks at the pirate. ”Well, as you could guess, a brawl ensues, and I naturally can’t resist a good fight…”

”Anyway, I lost track of how many heads I busted…quite a few I’d wager, but soon some guards arrived to break it up. I must’ve hit one of them in the confusion, and next I know I had three guards try to drag me out the door. I managed to toss them off me, including one into the kitchen, and I just followed that one out the back.”

”So then, I come barreling out the back door of the tavern, straight into this one here” he laughs, pointing at Hakketh. ”He was just standing there, slack-jawed and all, looking like a lost puppy! Bowled him right over…poor lad…I bet ya still smarts from that, eh lad? Har!! To yer health!” Wulfgar raises his tankard to Hakketh and drains it.

Hakketh

That's what I thought. Just wanted to be sure...

BTW...great stuff so far guys! No pressure on me! I did get called into work, so I won't be able to post until late tonight.

I have been jotting down notes, so I want to give a good story.

Just to be clear...I'm to add Hakketh to my story, correct? Or is it the man with the crimson fez?

Towering over most others, the huge Northman with snow-white hair and beard waits...

Umm...dotted...

I think I have Wulfgar done. If anyone notices anything wrong or not sure how I arrived at a figure, please let me know!

Background coming soon.

BTW...thank you for the opportunity to play!

I can get that posted tonight (currently @ work - no books). And actually finish the character...

Still have room? Love SW, and would like the opportunity to play.

I'm envisioning a hulking Aesir warrior, large of frame, but small minded. Has a definite eye for the ladies, and tends to sing loudly while in battle.

He'd be under this alias.

I'm gonna go ahead and bow out of this one. Some great character concepts, tho! Good luck!

Wulfgar could also be a bodyguard for another character, particularly a "noble" one...just a thought.

Hey there!

I'm interested in participating. I'd like to try a Tiefling Fighter, specializing in two short swords (or maybe Falcata's, not sure yet). Definitely a 2-weapon fighter, lightly armored.

I'll get a character together by tomorrow evening. I should note that I own the AP, but haven't looked at it since I had it shipped so many years ago!

Thanks for the opportunity.

Wulfgar follows the others, muttering prayers of protection to Gorum.

Casting Shield of Faith on himself.

"Ah, do ya think we should leave one or two back to watch the camp? Seeing as I can see in the dark I'm 'pecting I should go out to check what's up. But, seems there are many things that go 'bump in the night' around here," he finishes checking his gear and looks to his comrades.

"I'll stay" says Wulfgar. He picks up his glaive that was leaning against a tree and tightens his grip on it.

Wulfgar helps to bind anyones wounds, and assesses their severity.

Speak up if a Cure wounds will help you!

"I said...BACK!!" Wulfgar shouts, holding his Glaive in front of him. An silent surge emanates from him, causing barely perceptable ripples in the air to spread out.

Channel Postive Energy, 3d6=12

Un-Delay after Nye's action.

"Back to the cold blackness whence you came. Back, I say, in Gorum's name!!", Wulfgar says, his voice rising to a shout.

Channel Positive Energy from post above, damage of 8 pts.

Wulfgar sees the unnatural creature for what it is, and begins to mutter a prayer to Gorum.

Delay, ready to channel Positive Energy for 3d6=8 Damage.

"What the..." Wulfgar utters as a shriek pierces the air. He sees the dwarf making toward the stream, so Wulfgar lumbers over as well.

Initiative (if needed), and hope Wulfgar can recognize the creature for what it is (possible skill roll? Knowledge (Religion)??.

Sorry for the absence, guys.

I have a wicked sinus infection, and its hard to see straight. I hope to get better in the next few days. I'm still here in the meantime!!

By the way, I'll be out of the country and away from my PC from April 4-10. Taking my shiny new wife to St Lucia for our honeymoon.

GM Victory, please post for Kumal while I'm away!

Congratulations!!!

My wife and I will be celebrating 18 years in a few months. Where has the time gone!!!........ :-)

Sorry for not finishing my character info. I work at a hospital and have been working extra shifts (we've been frickin' busy as hell!!). I should have him finished later tonight or tomorrow.

Wulfgar, trailing along behind the group, seems lost in his thoughts. The shouting up ahead snaps him to alertness.

"What the....??", he mutters to himself as he tightens the grip on his glaive. He quickens the pace to catch up to the others.

Hold rest of action, Initiative 1d20+1=3.

"Barkeep, put the good cleric's drinks on my tab. No man of the god's is paying for his drinks tonight!" Thurgar took another deep drink of the ale, "Well, least not if his name is Wulfgar!"

Wulfgar smiles at the dwarf, nodding at him.

"My thanks, good friend. The blessings of the Warlord upon you and yours", Wulfgar says, tossing back his head to drink deeply from his mug.

"Gorum's Balls, I've done it again!!" Wulfgar mutters to himself. He fell asleep at prayer in the shrine yet again.

Snatching up his glaive, he rushes over to the tavern to join the others. With is cloak billowing behind him, the huge bear of a man known as Wulfgar the Pious, Blessed of Gorum the God of War, presents an imposing figure. But those familiar with him know this to be a front, as Wulfgar is a gentle giant; he just carries a large weapon is all.

Wulfgar bursts into the tavern, pausing a moment to fill the doorway while his eyes adjust to the dim interior. Spotting others in the party, he leans the polearm against wall near the door, then makes his way toward them, signaling the barkeep for a drink.

"Sorry I'm late, lads", Wulfgar says.

OK. Here is some of my character.

I am adding as I go here, but I should finish him in a little bit.

I've posted in the In-Character forum. Thanks for your patience, everyone!!