Zodt's page

id say you played it pretty well according to what you described for Dogar

Zodt doesnt really care. It isnt a dog or a horse, it isnt attacking him. He's not supposed to harm innocents but he doesnt have to help them either. He is waiting to see what the rest of the group (or the priest) do.

Zodt moves up closer to the door, interested suddenly by all the yelling and posturing. He sticks to the shadows hiding as much as he can.

Zodt pokes his head out the door, looking into the crowded hallway. "whats going on?"

yeah its a cool way to do it i havent seen before. one of my other groups uses google spreadsheet to do the same thing but only the DM can edit it and we call out moves like a play-by-mail chess game. still works though. your way looks nicer though, reminds me of maptool (except maptool doesnt always work haha)

Zodt, once ready for battle, heads over to the refreshments stand and grabs his share of food and drink. He packs the sustenance in his small sack and hefts it onto his back.

Zodt looks himself over, then brushes some perceived dust off of the parade armor he wears. He takes a moment to admire the professionally-embroidered symbol of a dark green clawed hand on his armor before drawing a wicked-looking bastard sword. Following suit with the party, he sneaks forward.

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6 perception
1d20 + 19 ⇒ (19) + 19 = 38 stealth

Zodt picks up his gear, inspecting each piece carefully for any trickery. He then puts the gear on, stashing weapons in their customary locations on his body.

Zodt begins to smile widely, showing his teeth (not intimidation, mere lunacy) while cutting short a small giggle. ...uulc maan dor men rhan oc ghaan, ghalac ar ogaac orer. He says nothing before following the group at a short distance.

Zodt stares, quizzically at the dwarf. "I look sneaky?" he frowns.

Yeah I'm not worried, if I got killed with no chance to defend myself, this probably wouldn't be the type of game I belong in :D

True but you did just insult the person who now has a sword aimed at your throat. And don't worry, We'll be getting on with it soon enough, I was going to try and give the others a chance to post before we got going.

i insulted someone?

well i didnt get here by playing nice, apologizing, or minding my manners. :D

furthermore, i was just trying to get on with what we have to do. i mean my character cant get himself out of here without rescuing the princess. my character is very matter-of-fact. he didnt want to wait around for someone to beg, lie, etc. he figures might as well get on with it.

but hey, ill wait - it appears.

"As you pinkskins say, best not to look a gift horse in the mouth. We are most certainly in some place that LOOKS like hell. SMELLS like hell. SOUNDS like hell. And I FEEL like hell." says Zodt before heading down the hallway to his gear.

"Very....convincing." Zodt says with a chuckle.

Zodt stands up and takes inventory of his personal well-being and equipment after looking around to appraise his surroundings and what danger he might be in. Daagaan al A?

He says nothing.

it dont matta to me, im a goblinja

hello