Zahk'rii Kreinkun's page

Almost forgot, I will be camping till Wednesday. I'll try to check things but truth is I don't think I'll be able -what with being in the middle of the mountain-.
Please do bot me if needed!

Zahk turns to see the herd stampeding and rushes to help Lia put them back in place.

Untrained Handle Animal: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

Remember this is Greyhawk, I'd be ashamed if we ended with high body counts because enemies can "easily" become serfs, allies or henchmen.

That's it, my IRL GM usually awards some Exp when we avoid an Encounter. Less than appropiate if we were cowards or we b*+!$#*~ted our way around it, appropiate or even some extra Exp if it was creative or did a real nice plan.

Oi Elton, quick question! Do you want us to keep track of the EXP individually, as a group or will you keep track of it?

Zahk'rii straightens, readies his sabre and turns around to face the direction where the sound is coming from.
"Hear that, me hearties? Sounds like a bunch of gobshites about to learn that the biggest fish orders the smaller ones around! Hahahahaha!"

Without much delay, the dragonborn starts banging his shield with the pommel of his blade as he yells loud and clear in draconic

Hadn't seen the part about the Will Save

Will Save: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (17) - 1 = 16

Another option, to speed things up if nobody has Handle Animal, would be to split. Zahk and another can remain with the herd and the other two go fetch the farmers and bring them here. But Sinch does have +5 on the skill -sorry for peeking at your sheet, I'm a mischievous dragon-

Let's try to push things even more forward

In a completely unpiratey way, Zahk didn't instantly grabbed the spellbook and threathened any scallywag to fight him for it... instead the dragonborn took it and turned to the others "This here book can get us a handsome sum, me hearties! Hahahaha! But we need t'get them cows back to their owners before. Any of ye know how t'herd them?"

"Wait a moment, ye land dogs." says the dragonborn with a threathening, full of fangs, smile "That was the deal I offered t'ye before ye decided ye were too tough to sign a truce. But now we know ye scallywags aren't all that tough, don't we?"

Zahk walks closer as he caresses the tip of his cutlass "Ye'll walk away with yer lives, sure, but we'll get the cows... and any treasure ye cowards... Afterall we have the right to plunder hahahahaha!"

The dragonborn sheathes his sword and extends a hand to the closest gnoll "We got a deal... or ye want to resume the fight, this times with no punches pulled?"

I'm unsure if I need to roll Intimidate. If necessary and if you want to roll it for me, I got +9. Just to speed things up, I mean

Friendly Fire isn't that friendly: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

Friendly Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

If I am to apply multiattack penalties to the fumble attack, downgrade the to hit by 5 and damage by 2

"Baldwin, ye scallywag! Don't they teach ye to use nonlethal force in yer priest schoolw?" exclaims the dragonborn as the inquisitor bludgeons a little fella to death.

Turning to the gnoll he attacked with his tail moments before he roars, bearing his fangs to show.

With a flourish, Zahk aims the edge of his sabre at the hyena's throat while his tail flies towards the creature's flank.

I lost my dot, casually checked to mourn the chance at Greyhawk wasted.

Glad to see it isn't the case!

I'm here and free, though.

Also my recomendation would be adding the Init order to the Gameplay page or the campaign description. It will ease our way through combat.

Zahk performs a quick step forward, bringing down his tail again on the gnoll before slashing with his sabre.

Assuming I was close enough that I can take a 5ft stop and threathen them. If not, ignore the tail attack and Zahk moved and stabbed the gnoll.
Tail: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (8) - 1 = 7
Tail Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
Scimitar: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Yup, Initiative should be rolled I think.
Initiative: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

"As ye wish, scallywag..." says the dragonborn, mostly to himself. A split second afterwards, Zahk spins around and tries to slam the gnoll that talked with his strong tail. "T'hell with ye!"

Attack Roll: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

"Fire and glory, ye darned laughing landlubbers! Hahahaha!"

Assuming I can get a surprise round and/or hit him, if not this will be my first round action because SURPRISE TAIL ATTACK!

Hey EltonJ, sorry for that last post. F~!%ed up and it went into gameplay, was originally going to go here as usual.

I will apologize by adding an extra 10% additional pirate idioms.

Gotta say, guys and gals, you trusted the draconic pirate with the negotiations.

I am actually impressed they even sat with me to talk.

"Darned muckled uncivilized swines..." mutters Zahk to himself.

The dragonborn sighs and speaks again, this time in draconic and increasingly angered "I said that the farmers are offering quite a sum to anyone who gets rid of the threat and returns the cows. I am offering you the chance to surrender yourselves, piss off and live to see another day. The other option is WE get rid of the threat the old way, with tooth, claw and steel. Did I make myself understood?"

Ah, dragons and their short fuses.
Intimidate 2: The Draconing!: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16

Thank you RNG for taking Zahk as a joke. No wonder why he doesn't trust his own skills. Also reference was because Zahk doesn't like gnolls and he rather deal with them and offer the kobolds a chance to scurry away like the little buggers they are.

Crap, Zahk, we didn't expect them to actually accept to talk... think fast.

Zahk indeed sits, gives a long hit off the bottle and offers the gnolls and kobolds "Ye fancy a taste?"

Good, now talk.

After leaving the bottle in front of him so anyone can reach for it, the dragonborn adjusts his hat and clears his throath "Ye see, lads and lasses, the owners of the cows don't want them swiped from them and have gone so far as to recruit strong men like me, humble servant of the coin, to return them and deal with the threat. And they be offering a handsome pay for the job, ye can bet yer asses to it. Hahahaha!"

"But I know how t'spot a kobold track when I see it, them little scaly cousins of me have scaly little feets like me Hahahahahaha!" after laughing Zahk leans forwards and shows a fanged smile "Thing is, I said to meself: 'Zahk, if only because ye are a good hearted man and feel kind today... why not give them the chance to bugger off and leave the cows alone?" his voice turning progressively less friendly, Zahk continues "If they know better ye won't have to turn a friendly chit-chat into a bloodshed. They get them lives and ye keep the prize.' Errybody wins... And in truth, me friends, that's the best deal ye will get... second best being: We will spare those that move outta our way while we sort thrugh the scallywags that disagree on the terms, dead gnolls tell no tales."

Intimidate: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18

Zahk uses common through all the speech so the rest can understand his words

The dragonborn measures the situation for a split second. Gnolls? That's strange, and surely could tip the balance towards violence real fast.

But Zahk wasn't one to shy away from a potentially amusing situation and as such, the dragonborn stepped forward, shield in one hand and bottle of absinthe in the other.

"Ahoy me hearties!" he exclaimed, waving the bottle for the gnolls and kobolds to see "Me name's Zhak'rii and I come to parlay bout the cows with ye all."

The dragonborn takes a step forward, but keeps his distance waiting for them to react "The humans that own them are handsomely angry that ye took a bunch of them away, but I humbly thing ye, me and the longshanks can reach an agreement, so how about ye sit with me around this tasty bottle and we talk."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

Raising an eyebrow -sans hair- Zahk'rii meditates for a second as he tidies his clothes and hat once again "By the salt in me blood, yer a cunning lady, Bitterleaf! Hahahahah! I will try to speak the little scallywags into behaving, but if ye hear plenty o' screaming ya better hurry or I will have all the action for meself alone!"

The dragonborn sheathes his sword and draws a bottle instead, sipping on it as he does so "Absinthe, the grean booze jewell! Perfect for parley!" says Zahk, mostly to himself, as he is headed through the right tunnel.

"A matey after me own heart! Hahahaha! I prefer action over this investigation, so count with me steel." exclaims the dragonborn as he follows Sinch

After a couple seconds the dragonborn speaks again "I hope they be goblins, me friends... Kobolds are distant cousins o' me and they resemble hatchlings too much! Hahahahs! Annoying and murderous hatchlings, cor blimey!"

I am indeed here, but it seems Paizo ate my dot because I wasn't notified of your posts.

Anyway, sorry for the delay and expect a piratey post during the following hours ^^

Does anyone have an interest in being married to a kitsune?

The answer to that question would depend on the answer to these two questions:

If the answer to those questions is yes, no, square root of 1263 or Robilar then I would marry her.

Also wanted to apologize for my lack of posting. Have been dealing with life trying to suck the fun out of me, but I passed my Will Save. Expect a rather lengthy post today

"Corblimey, tiny little tracks? Hahahaha! We have the smallest thieves on the history of cattlestealing!"

Zahk'rii quickly regains his composure and draws his sword and shield "Me hearties, prepare yerselves. We had a sayin' in me land: if there are little, mischievous things you can bet on the Go-blins." says the dragonborn half rhyming.

Morley, stahp, I can only laugh so much hahahahaha!

When Morley expresses his love of all things liquor, Zahk can't help but laugh and clap as the man's plain honesty got him "Now that's real thinking there fellas! Hahahaha!"

Once the party finds the troubled elf, Zahk'rii takes off his hat to salute him "Abast, ye boy. Me hearties and I will need more information than 'mai cau' to find it! Hahahaha!" says the dragonborn to the stable boy "Where did ye lost it?"

Zahk turns to Sinch before climbing to the cart, his weight making the wheels tremble. "Aye, aye, I was just thinking 'bout the last time I saw one of my kin. Fer me life, you are really eager to go find the cattle! Hahahahahah!"

Once he's comfy and cozy, the dragonborn continues "Ye wouldn't understand why I did it, dinnae? Hahahaha! Ye humans be everywhere! From the deserts to the seas, you kick a rock and three humans jump out!" he says as he takes one of his liquor bottles at random and takes a tiny sip "But fer me kin? No, we aren't that many and we mostly keep to ourselves. I been with ye longclothes and far from home for a darned long time... Plus the booty was great and I can spare a doubloon or ten if it is to help a brother! Hahahahaha!"

Just to clarify because all the piratey jargon and half-assed rhyming maybe made it hard to comprehend, but I intended to pay for two carts. One for us and another so the scaled brother could reach his ship ^^

I have found that most common problems can be solved by hrowing money at it, which is nice until you run out f money.

If Zahk ends sleeping with Davy Jones, I will most probably return to my original paladin idea.

Being able to choose Aasimar or Tiefling is nice, but your Orcs did pick my interest.

COMING SOON TO YOUR NEAREST INN: KROG, THE NOBLE ORCISH PALADIN. ALL THE NOBLE BRUTISH STYLE IN A HOLY PACKAGING!

Zahk watches the dragonborn argue and considers the elf plan, but in the end his impulsive nature overdrives him.

The dragonborn gets close and pulls out 15 gold pieces which he promptly gives the cart renter "Make sure he arrives on time, I'm paying the extra fee to make his short ride fast and timely, ye hear me?" Zahk says in an intimidating voice before bursting into laughter.

The piratey dragonborn then turns to the other dragonborn and bows before offering his clawed hand. "From scalykin to scalylad, we need to unite against them scallywags! Hahahaha! Me name's Zahk'rii Kreinkun, look fer me in the Blue Dragon Inn next time ye be in port and we'll share a drink! Long time no see one of us, always a pleasure!"

After shaking hands with his blood-brother, Zahk turns to the renter again.
"Will that cover me cart too? But we don't want no ugly cart, gives us the fanciest. If we are to sail the roads, let's do it with class! Hahahaha!"

I am completely f**$ing okay with it. In fact, I will indeed partake of that habit.

Also, profanity filter can kiss my big fooking scaly arse as it isn't irish or british proof. And dong. See?

I have played with Aubrey before and he does Rapid Fire posting. Usually is one post per day, sometimes even less.

Regarding your questions, I am on several games at the moment with different paces. That mostly means two things: my 'check games' breaks are longer and I may have something of an RPG addiction.

I am fine with both.

Also, Amateur Swahsbuckler sounds nice ^^

I'll say I am thoroughly enjoying the characters. Indeed I am.

I am also ready to move towards our mission.

"Hahahaha! Cor blimey, Holstein Cow Company! These landlubbers will never stop surprising me me." he comments as he reads the notes.

When the others start discussing the jobs, Zahk turns his attention from the notes to the strangers gathered around them and him.
"Yer all gotta be kidding me. Investigating lost cattle when a castle is waiting fer us to plunder it and a cult is hiding in some ruins? Next ye will tell me ya want a hug and a kiss goodnight HAHAHAHAHA!" he comments before bursting into laughter again. "No prey no pay, I guess. And I want to know the bucko's story, so count me in. He's still swaggering so I betcha less than a month ago he was sailing the waters. Am I right, matey?" Zahk points with his head towards Morley.

After a dramatic pause and tidying his clothes, the dragonborn speaks again "Where are me manners? Me name's Zahk'rii Kreinkun, but call me Zahk. always on the hunt for glory, booze and booty".[b] Zahk takes off his hat and bows exaggerately [b]"What's yer story? Ye lubbers seem friendly, but if we are to gang up I want to know ye.

Zahk'rii opened his eyes with the morning sounds of the city. He hadn't moved from the spot where he passed out the night before: the Blue Dragon's floor.

His belongings hadn't moved either. Perhaps he was lucky or maybe a colourfully dressed dragonborn who sometimes spoke as a pirate and laughed way too often way too loud made possible thieves think twice.

"Shiver me timbers! Either I drank handsomely or me deadlights got hurt in a brawl, the sunlight sure is bright today! Hahahahahaha!" he commented mostly to himself, as he stood up. "Did I tell them that time I met Robilar? I remember drawing me cutlass and reenacting the battle! Wait a moment..." the dragonborn's eyes open widely as he looks around, his face showing increasing anger.

"MUCKLE DAMRED THIEVES 'AIR EH NAMBLIES BE KEEPIN' ME TARRY!" he yells before noticing the item he is holding, the one he thought was stolen and the only thing he loved more than himself: his stuffed tarrasque named Tarry.

Shame turning his face red after the hubbub he started out of nothing, Zahk bursted into laugter "Sink me if I am not a fool! Hahahaha!" the dragonborn said as he packed Tarry into his bag and apologized to the innkeeper before exiting the Blue Dragon.

Once outside, Zahk inhaleded deeply, enjoying the fresh air of the morning as he turned to the message board. He came to the Free City to become a great warrior and hero, like Robilar did here as well years ago, and every wannabe hero needs a quest to prove himself...

Only missing a sneaky trapspringer and an arcane hammer.

Or a single person could do both.

Zahk proceeds to grab the frail mage and throw him at the trapped room while yelling "MAGIC US OUT OF THIS!"

And that's why I'm not allowed to roll anything against fellow players anymore.

Related to rolling against fellow players...

EltonJ wrote:

Both places are better than the Empire of Iuz. Oh yeah, Iuz must die.

On that sentiment, only fools would disagree. And perhaps that madman Robilar. But now I am being redundant...

Ahoy scallywag, heard you were talking s@+~ about my bucko. You landlubber better belay and start apologizing or me hearties and I will swab the deck with yer ass before you dance the hempen jig, knave.

And after much thinking, rewriting, rebuilding and overall deciding... Zahk is finished.

Delight your eyes with probably my most convoluted backstory and extravagant character. Except that gentlemanly goliath barbarian I once did, but it's hard not to be outstanding when the lowest you rolled for stats was a 16.

Baldwin of St. Cuthbert wrote:

EltonJ wrote:

Both places are better than the Empire of Iuz. Oh yeah, Iuz must die.

On that sentiment, only fools would disagree. And perhaps that madman Robilar. But now I am being redundant...

I don't know that I'd call Robilar a fool, considering that he vanquished the Temple of Elemental Evil leading a force of his own hirelings with no other people of extraordinary (i.e. leveled) skills...

While it's indeed true that he did have no true party but hirelongs, let's not forget Robilar's two main advantages: a total disregard for his hirelings' lives and a combat style that allowed him to counterattack.

I mean, I remember 3.5 fondly and Robilar's Gambit made you into an avatar of "Nu-uh GM, as he attacks me I attack him, killing it and feeding off his blood and your tears."

That's why Robilar ranks number two on my 'Favourite Gygax and Co Characters list'. First is, obviously, Erac's Cousin. You simply can't love him.

Eh, eh, eh. Most of those cutpurses are fine fellows. Some of them even outstanding pillars of the community!

Well, the cutpursing community.

Why do you look at me like that? Does every paladin have to be pure and exceedingly good from start? Let me get a sip of my absinthe before quoting grandpa Paarthurn: "What is better? To be born good or to overcome your evil nature through great effort? The answer is gold. Gold is better. A huge hoard of gold is best."

This is Emissary's Dragonborn Paladin of Pelor: Zahk!

I used the Additional Traits feat both because I didn't want to simply pick Power Attack and to express his long and complicated life until this very moment.

One of said extra traits went into Rich Parents to show his earnings as a young pirate and so I could afford a complete and flamboyant attire -complete with ruby incrusted scimitar, 50 gold worth pirate hat, jewels and a motherf&@&ing POCKET WATCH!- and luxury items like absinthe, a collapsible bathtub and chocolate.

I usually consider that trait to be utter and complete s@~*, but I think if reflavoured to "Pirate Booty! ARRR" it fits him quite nice.

I will finish writing his backstory and add it to the profile, so only one question: EltonJ, do you prefer me to come up with an Evil God/Goddess responsible of the temple where he was born or should I leave it as mysterious?