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Dossk Wjeltekamr, level 1 Mul, Fighter (Weaponmaster) Fighter Option: Combat Superiority Fighter Talents Option: Two-handed Weapon Talent Born of Two Races Option: Dwarf Geography - Mountains (+2 to Athletics) Theme: Guardian Language: Common, Dwarven FINAL ABILITY SCORES STR 18, CON 18, DEX...

Belanaar rushes forward amidst his allies, nocks the two arrows he is holding, and shoots them toward one of the hideous creatures in the blink of an eye. Move: Walk to J11 Minor: Hunter's Quarry on Fleshforged 3 Standard: Twin Strike on Fleshforged 3. Attack Rolls: 1d20+11=18...

Got some heavy changes to my character coming up. The simple idea of the character, and his backstory is staying the same, but he will be a Mul Two-Handed Weapon Fighter. I will post tonight when I finish him! Edit: Posted in the Rogues' Gallery thread. Dossk Wjeltekamr, (Or just Wjeltekamr...

I'm more for character optimization, and then I can fluff the actual mechanics to fit how I want the character to be like. So should I drop the Wisdom to 12, drop the Dexterity to 14, and bring Con to 16? And what type of armor should I be wearing? With battlerager, are you supposed to be like...

Cool. Are his ability scores laid out reasonably? I was following a guide, but I kinda went off the path a little bit to make Grommak more how I wanted him to be. Would he make more sense as a two-weapon fighter? (I think it's called a Tempest Fighter.)

After a few bouts of being extremely busy, I have finally made my character. I've got a semi-bad track record of naming my characters and fitting them into the storyline/environment, so any criticism is welcomed. (Seriously, "Grommak is a retarded name for a half-orc" is appreciated.) Anyways...

Nave whines for a moment but takes the sunrod and shuts up, not hoping to get a swift kick in the pants from Howler. "Left? Or... right?" he asks Old Stritch, weakly hiding the contempt in his voice.

Hope it blows over okay, @Mewness ! If you want, I can roll for Aid Another on an Endurance roll to overcome your illness :D

Sorry guys, I had a massively busy streak between work and other things. Nave makes his way down the ladder after Howler, climbing down just after him, feeling a bit nervous to be out of his comfort zone. "It's dark, wretched-smelling, and downright uncomfortable down here..." he whines...

Belanaar follows the group, sticking near the back, his greatbow strung and in his hands, two arrows ready in case anything wants trouble. Belanaar Zalyth Male Elf Archer-Ranger 4 Initiative: +7 Passive Perception: 24 Passive Insight: 15 Senses: Normal AC:21 Fort:16 Reflex:20 Will:17...

Seemingly disgusted by the appearance of the old beggar, Nave says nothing to him while the party discusses the kidnapping with Old Stritch. However disgusted he is at the old beggar, however, he is equally drooling over Vayne. Not too sure how she ended up with them, and where Vanessa is, he...

Relieved to be back at the campsite, and even more so to have a real place to sleep for the night, Takahaan lets out an audible sigh and sits down on a large rock, overlooking his allies. The Iron Legion had trained him in many things, but nothing close to jungle-trekking. Sweat, dirt, and...

After hearing the sad tale from the bloodied woman, Nave raises his nose even higher in the air and mutters to himself. "In the Imperium, we didn't have lowly crime like this happening in broad daylight..." After letting out another "Hmph!" in disgust, he notices Howler stomp toward the alley...

I just wanted to hastily throw in that this sounds very enticing and that I am interested. I will post probably later tonight giving better details about what I'd prefer, but I will give a basic run-down really quick. I am pretty inexperienced with 4e and D&D in general, so my character...

Wasn't sure if it was able to be passive'd, so I rolled for it anyway. Belanaar's eyebrows raise and his scowl temporarily disappears as he hears a slight grinding sound in the hallway somewhere past Maerek. "Maerek! Get back! There is someone or some... thing there!" He grabs the man by his...

"Danger... not what I normally like to voluntarily investigate..." whines Nave, as he stomps his feet out the door toward the source of the violent scream.

Trying to be reasonable, Takahaan changes his mind and agrees with his companions to continue ahead after some discussion. After the Pict points out the foliage and vines cut away by human (or humanoid at least) hands, Taka's heroic side start to pull at his mind. "Ah... I was wrong at first...

Takahaan gazes into the jungle as he considers the party's options. He raises his voice, offering his opinion. "I believe we should head back to our shelter. It is already midday and it would be dangerous to be caught out in the jungle at night, unprepared. If we make it back and there is enough...

Nave sits at the table, his eyes darting up and down the newcomer's apparel, stature, and posture. His snob-like personality seems to drift back slowly, after his fit of crying. Seemingly unconvinced that the man is from any noble, royal, or holy descent, Nave snubs him. "Hmmm. Joe. I doubt...

Tentatively stepping in, Belanaar looks around the beaten up foyer. Very aware, his eyes dart between the blood spatters, overturned furniture and the open door opposite them. "Looks like somebody pissed another somebody off." he mutters, audible for his companions to hear. Pointing to the door...