DM RichD's Serpent's Skull

Game Master Briccone

Serpent's Skull Book 2: Racing To Ruin
Part 1: A Gathering of Scavengers

The PC's return to civilization, but now they must organize an expedition!


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Male Human Ranger (skirmisher) 1 | HP 12/12 | AC:17 T:13 F:14 | Saves F:+4 R:+5 W:+1 | CMB:+3 CMD:16 | Init:+4 | Perc: +5 | Conditions: Enlarged

With Mischa post-Bloodcove

Mischa Catanarri wrote:


Hearing strange animal noises coming from the cargo hold, Mischa slips out of her bunk and makes her way down the short hall, and into the hold. She listens carefully, and follows the noises, until she comes upon a large cargo container that has some kind of wild animal inside it. Careful to stay back she peers inside, curious what beast lay within.

The creature in the cage looks like a mix between a bird and a lizard. It has wide eyes and its head darts about quickly to stimuli, focusing on things with curiosity and trilling. Within its narrow snout can be seen serrated teeth.

Caine gets up from the other side of the cage where he has been resting. "Careful, miss. The loremasters say this thing's name, Tro-odon, means 'wounding tooth'. I don't know if they're right, but he does have a pretty nasty bite."

Troodon
In PF terms, he's really not all that nasty. But an interesting enough cargo to start with for someone who hunts.


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Nature: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14 High enough to identify it, but not know much about it.

"Oh, how fascinating." Mischa remarks. "I've heard of them before, but never seen one. What a beautiful specimen."

She examines the dinosaur, cocking her head at it in a similar fashion as it uses. "Easy," she coos.

Wild Empathy: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

The dinosaur watches her like food.

She laughs. "He would love to take a chunk out of me."

Careful to stay a safe distance away, Mischa turns her attention to Caine. "Are you the one who caught him?" she asks curiously. "Or are you a transporter?"


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Mischa with Aerys

Mischa wrote:
"You'll be the talk of the ship for weeks!"

Aerys frowns at that. She hoped to pass the voyage inconspicuously. Well! He shouldn't have done that! She mutters.

Mischa perception DC15:
It sounds like she is slurring her words a little.

It seems like you are not trying to make waves as well, pardon the pun.

With Thorion

The First Mate looks surprised at Thorion's thanks. Usually people don't thank me after they see the quarters! He observes. Well, make yourself at home! He pauses not sure what Thorion would look like making himself at home or even if he wanted to know!


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@Aerys

Mischa chuckles. "You're right. He deserved it."

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28

GM:
With my amazing perception can I tell if it's because she's drunk, or cause of something else?

Mischa freezes for a moment, lost in thoughts of her sister.

"I suppose the waves find us all..." she chuckles, and shakes her head. "And you, Aerys? What brings you aboard the Jenivere?"


Vanaran Male Monk HP: 22/22 | AC: 16 (15 Tch, 14 Fl) | CMB: +5, CMD: 20 | F: +4, R: +5, W: +3 | Init: +3 | Perc: +8, Acro +9, Stealth +9 | Speed 30ft, Climb 20ft | Unarmed: +5, d6+3+1, x2, B. Longbow: +5(6), d8+3(+1), x3, 110ft, P. Perfect Strike 1/1 | Active conditions: -2 dex

Rii-Chi just sits, swaying gently with the ship's motion and watching Thoron curiously. Bizarrely his fur also ruffles, but in the opposite direction.


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@Mischa:
Oh yeah! She is drunk.

@Mischa: Roll me a Diplomacy check.


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Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10

People aren't really her thing. She'll have better luck with the dinosaur downstairs. lol


Human Male HP 20/20 | AC 19 (13 Tch, 16 Fl) | CMB: +4, CMD: 17 | F: +5, R: +3, W: +5 | Init: +5 | Perc: +8 | Diplo +4, Bluff +0, Intim +0 Speed 20 | Spells: 1st -0/3 | Scythe +5 (2d4+4/x4) | Dagger +4 (1d6+3/19-20

Once the monkey-man sat quietly and made it apparent that he had no intentions on leaving, Thorion decided that the encounter would end quicker with a limited amount of dialog. “My name is Thorion.” The priest stated as he placed his backpack on the nearby bed that he had selected moments before the monkey crawled through the port. After sitting the pack down, he placed his Scythe across the foot of the bed and then slowly sat on the bed’s edge.

“I see you have been afflicted with an unfortunate condition. Have you sought out treatment yet?” The priest asked in a very mater of a fact manner.


Vanaran Male Monk HP: 22/22 | AC: 16 (15 Tch, 14 Fl) | CMB: +5, CMD: 20 | F: +4, R: +5, W: +3 | Init: +3 | Perc: +8, Acro +9, Stealth +9 | Speed 30ft, Climb 20ft | Unarmed: +5, d6+3+1, x2, B. Longbow: +5(6), d8+3(+1), x3, 110ft, P. Perfect Strike 1/1 | Active conditions: -2 dex

"What would I need it for?" Rii-Chi cocks his head to examine the human more closely. "I am strong, my fur is lustrous and I have a good job - what condition do I have?" Suddenly all his fur stands on end and a horrified look crosses his face.

"I'm not going bald am I?"


Human Male HP 20/20 | AC 19 (13 Tch, 16 Fl) | CMB: +4, CMD: 17 | F: +5, R: +3, W: +5 | Init: +5 | Perc: +8 | Diplo +4, Bluff +0, Intim +0 Speed 20 | Spells: 1st -0/3 | Scythe +5 (2d4+4/x4) | Dagger +4 (1d6+3/19-20

Thorion continued to observe the monkey-man as the beast began to boast about its situation. With his demeanor unmoved, the priest continued to try and reason with the creature. “I have seen a few different forms of lycanthropy in my travels, although this is the first time I have seen a wear-monkey. It appears that the condition has begun to affect your sensibility. Soon it will completely control your ability to reason, assuming you fail to treat it. If you would like, I could perform the beginning phase of the treatment, but you will need to seek out someone with more skill to complete it.

In order to get started, we will need to remove most of the fur from the afflicted area. This can be accomplished by a number of different methods. If given the choice, I would prefer to shave the area with a sharpened blade.”

Thorion slid one of his daggers out of its sheath and inspected it for sharpness just before looking back up at the Rii-Chi. “This should do.”


Male Human Ranger (skirmisher) 1 | HP 12/12 | AC:17 T:13 F:14 | Saves F:+4 R:+5 W:+1 | CMB:+3 CMD:16 | Init:+4 | Perc: +5 | Conditions: Enlarged
Mischa Catanarri wrote:


"Oh, how fascinating." Mischa remarks. "I've heard of them before, but never seen one. What a beautiful specimen."

She examines the dinosaur, cocking her head at it in a similar fashion as it uses. "Easy," she coos.

The dinosaur watches her like food.

She laughs. "He would love to take a chunk out of me."

Careful to stay a safe distance away, Mischa turns her attention to Caine. "Are you the one who caught him?" she asks curiously. "Or are you a transporter?"

"I was part of a group that caught him. We were lucky to catch him without significant injury to either him or us. He's worth a lot more unharmed and as an exotic pet than as either a trophy or meat. And I assume extravagant pet is his likely destiny, or maybe a part of someone's menagerie, once we reach Eleder," Caine shrugs.

"I hear they take easily to training, but that's not exactly my specialty. You have an interest in animals in general, or exotic ones from exotic lands?"


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Mishca considers this for a moment. "Animals in general. I tend to get along with them better than people, at any rate. Though I've had few pets in my time, my family had had plenty. Horses mostly. And a good deal of dogs. A few birds and cats. Nothing like this though. Nothing exotic or dangerous."

"And you? Do enjoy their company, or just the hunt?"


Male N Catfolk unchained rogue 2 (Knife Master, Scout) | HP: 25/25 | AC: 16 (14 Tch, 12 Fl) | CMB: 2, CMD: 16 | F: +3, R: +7, W: +1 | Init: +5 | Perc: +8, SM: 0, Sur: +2 | Speed 30ft | Active conditions: None.
Gelick wrote:
"First off, my hands are not grubby. They are clean and neatly manicured. I expect your claws aren't"

As Munkustrap lounges on the hammock, he extends one paw-hand and the razor sharp claws extended from the sheathes. Gripping one claw in his teeth, the quickly pulled the claw sheath off, which reveals new, sharp claws underneath.

"Now see here, Gelick, nice and manicured. Just like yours." Munkustrap grins mischievously before laying down, crossing his hands over his chest, and taking a rest.

On the voyage
Awakening to the gentle sway of the boat, Munkustrap flops out of his swinging hammock to the boards below. Bending at the knee to cushion his short fall, he lithely moves to open the door and head above deck. Hand gripped on the pull, he pauses to listen for signs of life on the other side, and gives the lock a once over. He did not live as long as he did, in such dangerous places as he lived, without being a very cautious person. Hearing nothing, seeing nothing, he pushed his way through and out to the deck. He returned polite greetings with a small nod, or a 'Good to see you too.' careful to be friendly, but not engaging in too detailed a conversation.

Each day on this monotonous voyage, Munskstrap chose a particularly comfy corner, it was also quite defensible should the Jenivere come under attack from any pirates. As he lounged, it would be rare to see him without a blade in hand, fidgeting somehow.

Trying to remain inconspicuous, he nonetheless observes all that takes place - the fascination with the little girl's scorpion, Anthony, Caine's caged creature, and many new arrivals.

Boredom setting in, Munkustrap makes his way over to Miss Ayers. "Hallo, my fair maiden, the name is Munkustrap the Extraordinaire. I for one would like to thank you for instructing this fine crew in proper manners, except for that nice chap Rii-Chi. How can one not like such a positive personality?

"So tell me, because I really have to know, are the woman's quarters as horrid as the men's? I'd rather sleep in a bed of yellow mold to be honest."


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With Mischa

Aerys opens her mouth like she is about to speak then shakes her head. My tale ain't wort telling or hearing!

With Munkustrap

Aerys looks at Munkustrap like he is crazy. Does a bed of yellow mold sway with the rhythm of the sea? Doe it have the sweet smell of the sea air? I think not. I would live in quarters far worse, tis to be at sea. She says coldly to Munkustrap.

In Senghor

A Plain-looking varisian female scholar boards the ship. She is friendly, yet not particularly outgoing.

@Rii-Chi:
Members of the crew like to gossip and everyone has their opinion on the scholar. Some claim that she is really a Chelish agent, others claim that she is the actual owner of the Jenivere, or even Captain Alizandru Kovack’s secret lover.


Vanaran Male Monk HP: 22/22 | AC: 16 (15 Tch, 14 Fl) | CMB: +5, CMD: 20 | F: +4, R: +5, W: +3 | Init: +3 | Perc: +8, Acro +9, Stealth +9 | Speed 30ft, Climb 20ft | Unarmed: +5, d6+3+1, x2, B. Longbow: +5(6), d8+3(+1), x3, 110ft, P. Perfect Strike 1/1 | Active conditions: -2 dex

When Thorion pulls the knife Rii-Chi's entire posture changes, he moves swiftly upright, all the langour in his posture banished instantaneously. His voice remains olite, but much less friendly. "I am no were sir. And I have no need for you... kind offer." He stays in position, watching the cleric minutely as his tail whips back and forth behind him.

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The crew's speculation interests Rii-Chi and he adds his own ideas, which start at strange and end at the truly bizarre, via the illegitimate daughter of the Monkey King of Mwangi and her star-crossed love affair with a merfolk king. He doesn't scruple to spread the more ridiculous stories around and amongst the passengers, valuing the laughs his stories get. He avoids any guesses that might actually be true however, the woman's business is her own.


Human Male HP 20/20 | AC 19 (13 Tch, 16 Fl) | CMB: +4, CMD: 17 | F: +5, R: +3, W: +5 | Init: +5 | Perc: +8 | Diplo +4, Bluff +0, Intim +0 Speed 20 | Spells: 1st -0/3 | Scythe +5 (2d4+4/x4) | Dagger +4 (1d6+3/19-20

While Rii-chi began to move around in a more upright-human manner, Thorion lowered the dagger to a resting position on his leg. The priest's facial expression seemed unmoved by the primate’s attempt to dissuade him about the condition. Still convinced that Rii-Chi was likely the victim of Lycanthropy, Thorion continued to express his opinion on the subject. “Your response was anticipated. In fact, under the influence of lycanthropy, I would expect nothing less. In fact, I expect that you may even believe that you are indeed some illegitimate form of half-monkey and half-man. I suppose there is always the remote chance that this could be true, but the likelihood of this is vastly small. It is much more likely that you are indeed afflicted with the condition.”

With the conclusion of his last statement, Thorion glanced over to the ships first-mate, who had been observing the priest unwind. “I only hope that the condition hasn't already become contagious, wherein you have already passed it to the rest of the crew.” After moving his gaze back over to Rii-Chi, Thorion continued. “The offer stands. If you change your mind and would like to begin the treatment, I would be more than willing to assist in the matter.” Upon concluding his comment, Thorion carefully slid his dagger back into its sheath.


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Mischa shrugs, letting the point drop.

"Fair enough, Aerys. Your tale is yours to tell, after all. Well, I'll let you settle in. It's nice to meet you".

Mischa leaves Aerys alone for now, letting the woman go about her business in private.

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"Oh. Hello there. I'm Mischa. Welcome to the Jenivere!" Mischa exclaims, welcoming the Varisian scholar into the woman's bunks. "And you are..?"


Male Human Ranger (skirmisher) 1 | HP 12/12 | AC:17 T:13 F:14 | Saves F:+4 R:+5 W:+1 | CMB:+3 CMD:16 | Init:+4 | Perc: +5 | Conditions: Enlarged
Mischa Catanarri wrote:


"And you? Do enjoy their company, or just the hunt?"

"I wouldn't say it's their company. Most of them aren't very good at conversation," Caine laughs. "But I do enjoy observing them, their power, their wiles, their instincts, how they move about in their domains. And of course, I do enjoy the hunt as well."

"But what brings you so far south? This is a pretty long and dangerous voyage. It's hard to justify the risk, what with perpetual hurricanes and pirates about, without some driving ambition. Looking to set up a new life in Sargava?"


Vanaran Male Monk HP: 22/22 | AC: 16 (15 Tch, 14 Fl) | CMB: +5, CMD: 20 | F: +4, R: +5, W: +3 | Init: +3 | Perc: +8, Acro +9, Stealth +9 | Speed 30ft, Climb 20ft | Unarmed: +5, d6+3+1, x2, B. Longbow: +5(6), d8+3(+1), x3, 110ft, P. Perfect Strike 1/1 | Active conditions: -2 dex
Thorion Trepador wrote:
Still convinced that Rii-Chi was likely the victim of Lycanthropy, Thorion continued to express his opinion on the subject. “Your response was anticipated. In fact, under the influence of lycanthropy, I would expect nothing less. In fact, I expect that you may even believe that you are indeed some illegitimate form of half-monkey and half-man. I suppose there is always the remote chance that this could be true, but the likelihood of this is vastly small. It is much more likely that you are indeed afflicted with the condition.”

FACEPALM! This is going to go round and round... 'I'm not ill.' 'Ahh but only ill people say that - so you must be ill!' 'But I'm not ill!'


Human Male HP 20/20 | AC 19 (13 Tch, 16 Fl) | CMB: +4, CMD: 17 | F: +5, R: +3, W: +5 | Init: +5 | Perc: +8 | Diplo +4, Bluff +0, Intim +0 Speed 20 | Spells: 1st -0/3 | Scythe +5 (2d4+4/x4) | Dagger +4 (1d6+3/19-20
Rii-Chi wrote:
FACEPALM! This is going to go round and round... 'I'm not ill.' 'Ahh but only ill people say that - so you must be ill!' 'But I'm not ill!'

Yep..... that's the idea, unless you can somehow prove you are not ill, or you submit to the treatment...shavy...shavy...clean shaved monkey...LoL....preferably before the crew comes to the conclusion you might be contagious! Besides, you might look better without all that fur.


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Nonsense! His fur is glorious!

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Mischa laughs at Caine's jest. "Fair enough." she agrees.

"A new life? Oh, goodness no!" she laughs. "I'm on an extended vacation, I suppose you could say. I... got caught up in a dangerous situation, and found only one escape. As my opponent's have a large sphere of influence, I've decided to ride this fine ship as far as she'll take me, before setting out on the long journey home via another route."

She shrugs. "Travel, I suppose, is my driving ambition. I'm on the trip of a lifetime. A sojourn to impress even my ancestors. And I intend to enjoy all the sights and experiences these strange lands have to offer."

"And you, Mister...? I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name... What drives you? Surely it's not just the coin and the hunt?"


Vanaran Male Monk HP: 22/22 | AC: 16 (15 Tch, 14 Fl) | CMB: +5, CMD: 20 | F: +4, R: +5, W: +3 | Init: +3 | Perc: +8, Acro +9, Stealth +9 | Speed 30ft, Climb 20ft | Unarmed: +5, d6+3+1, x2, B. Longbow: +5(6), d8+3(+1), x3, 110ft, P. Perfect Strike 1/1 | Active conditions: -2 dex

I could break your nose - would that prove that I'm ok? :)


Human Male HP 20/20 | AC 19 (13 Tch, 16 Fl) | CMB: +4, CMD: 17 | F: +5, R: +3, W: +5 | Init: +5 | Perc: +8 | Diplo +4, Bluff +0, Intim +0 Speed 20 | Spells: 1st -0/3 | Scythe +5 (2d4+4/x4) | Dagger +4 (1d6+3/19-20
Rii-Chi wrote:
I could break your nose - would that prove that I'm ok? :)

No, that would just inflict me with a condition that I would have to heal. Your condition would be unchanged.


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Male N Catfolk unchained rogue 2 (Knife Master, Scout) | HP: 25/25 | AC: 16 (14 Tch, 12 Fl) | CMB: 2, CMD: 16 | F: +3, R: +7, W: +1 | Init: +5 | Perc: +8, SM: 0, Sur: +2 | Speed 30ft | Active conditions: None.

Another lazy morning at sea, but this time Munkustrap overhears the heated exchange between Thorion and Rii-Chi . Smiling mischievously, he interposes himself betwixt the two sparring men. Turing to Thorion first, "Well met Thorion. I am not sure if I have formally introduced myself as of yet. Munkustrap as, the young lady here enunciated so eloquently, time and time again. It seems that you are a medic of sorts, wonderful. Should any pirates attempt to board this fine ... um erm ... ship? Do you call it a ship, or a vessel, it is a girl, right?" he turns to query Rii-Chi briefly. "Regardless, should we be boarded I have orders from the captain himself that upon peril of your own bodily well being, you should station yourself directly behind, or in from of me, and above all other matters, keep me safe.

"Now that is out of the way, let us deal with the matter of Rii-Chi's so called affliction. I am sure that you are the graduate of some fine academe, first in your class or some other such accolade, mums proud and all that, but have you studied all the varied races of Golarion? I think not. See I am no lycanthrope, yet I share many similarities with my feline ancestors." with that Munkustrap flourishes his previously sheathed claws. "Come, friend Thorion, let us leave Rii-Chi be. He is quite the adept sailor and I for one feel much safer with him leaping from mast to mast high up in the rigging. Why don't you by me a drink and tell me a story of something ... I don't know, gross and medical in nature?" Munkustrap places his hands upon the man's shoulder and steers him away from Rii-Chi.


Vanaran Male Monk HP: 22/22 | AC: 16 (15 Tch, 14 Fl) | CMB: +5, CMD: 20 | F: +4, R: +5, W: +3 | Init: +3 | Perc: +8, Acro +9, Stealth +9 | Speed 30ft, Climb 20ft | Unarmed: +5, d6+3+1, x2, B. Longbow: +5(6), d8+3(+1), x3, 110ft, P. Perfect Strike 1/1 | Active conditions: -2 dex

Thanks be to the cat!

Seeing the catfolk intervene Rii-Chi backs down and scrambles out of the porthole and back up into the sunshine. Ridiculous man! So convinced that he's right! At least Munkustrap understands!

It's only once he has reacher the tops once more and the wind is ruffling its way through his fur that he realises he never answered the question. I will apologise to him later. No excuse for bad manners.


Male Human Ranger (skirmisher) 1 | HP 12/12 | AC:17 T:13 F:14 | Saves F:+4 R:+5 W:+1 | CMB:+3 CMD:16 | Init:+4 | Perc: +5 | Conditions: Enlarged
Mischa Catanarri wrote:

"And you, Mister...? I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name... What drives you? Surely it's not just the coin and the hunt?"

Caine offers a slight bow. "I am Caine Battaglia - you can simply call me Caine. And as for what drives me? Oh, glory, adventure, challenge and, yes, riches in far-off lands far from the small-minded people of home," Caine laughs again. "And on that, I'm actually fairly serious. Back home in Corentyn, the southern continent is nothing but the source of invasion, a horde meant to be held at bay. They're overly proud of feeling that way. But as far as I'm concerned, they're far too paranoid and far too suspicious to see how amazing most of it is."

"So, I guess we have something in common - we're looking to be further amazed, Miss...?" Caine trails off, giving Mischa a chance to provide her name.


Male N Catfolk unchained rogue 2 (Knife Master, Scout) | HP: 25/25 | AC: 16 (14 Tch, 12 Fl) | CMB: 2, CMD: 16 | F: +3, R: +7, W: +1 | Init: +5 | Perc: +8, SM: 0, Sur: +2 | Speed 30ft | Active conditions: None.

Smiling as Rii-Chi scampers back to his natural abode high above the rolling seas, Munkustrap makes his way with Thorion towards the other passengers. He spies Mischa and Caine conversing. Figuring the milk is already spilled and he has chosen to partake of socializing, why not keep the dice rolling and join the others. "Why hallo, good sir! Interesting ... erm .. animal in that crate you have?" Munkustrap stumbles over the trodon's name. "You're Caine. Name's Munkustrap. Though I am sure that you have heard Neltji over pronounce it time and time again." If Caine were to respond, Munkustrap completely ignores him as his attention is solely focused on the beautiful Varisian woman next to the hunter.

"And you, my fair lady must be Mischa. The Varisian Road is a bit less colorful a bit less entertaining, a bit less lovely since you have left it to join this motley crew I am sure. Poets of Sheyln must be searching for a new muse after your abrupt departure. Tell me what great tragedy befell to force one such as you to this meager existence when you should be pampered like the princess you are?" Munkustrap looks to the sparse accommodations of the Jenivere. "Make sure to take notes in case she has a rare affliction." Munkustrap whispers to Thorion never taking his eyes off Mischa.


Human Male HP 20/20 | AC 19 (13 Tch, 16 Fl) | CMB: +4, CMD: 17 | F: +5, R: +3, W: +5 | Init: +5 | Perc: +8 | Diplo +4, Bluff +0, Intim +0 Speed 20 | Spells: 1st -0/3 | Scythe +5 (2d4+4/x4) | Dagger +4 (1d6+3/19-20

Thorion carefully observed as the Catfolk, who had been lingering around the common room, presented himself. The introduction was well timed, as it resulted in the riddance of the monkey pest. After the introduction, Thorion stood up and made his way over to the porthole that the money-man had just crawled out of. Without hesitation, the priest closed the porthole with a “CLANK,” and then turned to face his newest unwanted guest. Thorion stood quietly with a somber visage. Clearly unimpressed by the Catfolk’s reasoning and lack of insight of what was truly going on during the conversation with Rii-Chi.

(I thought that conversation would never end. Hopefully this one will part with less effort.) The priest thought as he stood before Munkustrap with a blank expression. “Thank you for your insight. I had no animosity intended when I pointed out the condition that could be the cause of Rii-Chi’s monkey-like appearance. I only stated my perception and past experience. My offer to help was sincere. There are those that believe cross contaminated races, like yours and Rii-Chi’s, could have begun with a form of lycanthropy. Conducive with this theory, time allowed the condition to exist and grow into what we now recognize as a uneak race, such as yourself. Granted I don’t actually invest in such theory, and I might have exaggerated a bit in the urgency of this condition, it was the best way I could come up with to rid myself of his presence.” With the conclusion of his last statement, Thorion crossed his arms and stood with a granite like expression. (What are the chances that this one will take a hint? )

The answer to Thorion’s question was quickly rendered, as the Catfolk begun to usher the priest out the door. Thorion decided to allow the cat’s over indulgence of social activity to occur. He determined that the crew’s, and the passenger’s, curiosity would inevitable continue throughout the rest of the voyage if he didn’t get it out of the way. (Good god, this day seems like it will never end!)


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Caine Battaglia wrote:
"So, I guess we have something in common - we're looking to be further amazed, Miss...?" Caine trails off, giving Mischa a chance to provide her name.

"It seems we do," Mischa replies with a smile.

"I'm Mischa." She holds out her hand to shake in greeting. "Mischa Catanarri. It's a pleasure to meet you, Caine."


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Munkustrap wrote:

Smiling as Rii-Chi scampers back to his natural abode high above the rolling seas, Munkustrap makes his way with Thorion towards the other passengers. He spies Mischa and Caine conversing. Figuring the milk is already spilled and he has chosen to partake of socializing, why not keep the dice rolling and join the others. "Why hallo, good sir! Interesting ... erm .. animal in that crate you have?" Munkustrap stumbles over the trodon's name. "You're Caine. Name's Munkustrap. Though I am sure that you have heard Neltji over pronounce it time and time again." If Caine were to respond, Munkustrap completely ignores him as his attention is solely focused on the beautiful Varisian woman next to the hunter.

"And you, my fair lady must be Mischa. The Varisian Road is a bit less colorful a bit less entertaining, a bit less lovely since you have left it to join this motley crew I am sure. Poets of Sheyln must be searching for a new muse after your abrupt departure. Tell me what great tragedy befell to force one such as you to this meager existence when you should be pampered like the princess you are?" Munkustrap looks to the sparse accommodations of the Jenivere. "Make sure to take notes in case she has a rare affliction." Munkustrap whispers to Thorion never taking his eyes off Mischa.

As Munkustrap and Thorion bursts into the cargo hold, Mischa turns to them in surprise.

"Well, aren't you a charmer, Munkustrap." she replies to his grandiose greeting. "I am Mischa. Though the road is certainly missing it's mistress, I doubt Shelyn herself has taken notice." She laughs. "Should I ask of how you know of me, or will it only cause more flattery to fall from your lips?"

Mischa raises an eyebrow at the catfolk and offers him her hand to shake hello.

"Life is a grand adventure, Munkustrap. Tragedy would be trapping me in a gilded palace." she replies with a smile.

She then holds her hand out to Thorion. "And you are?"


Human Male HP 20/20 | AC 19 (13 Tch, 16 Fl) | CMB: +4, CMD: 17 | F: +5, R: +3, W: +5 | Init: +5 | Perc: +8 | Diplo +4, Bluff +0, Intim +0 Speed 20 | Spells: 1st -0/3 | Scythe +5 (2d4+4/x4) | Dagger +4 (1d6+3/19-20

Thorion keep pace with the Catfolk even though he found the pace uncomfortable. Within a few moments, the fur covered social butterfly managed to find a small gathering to indulge his overzealous need to converse. Noting the uncomfortable distance between himself and Munkustrap, Thorion decided to move slightly away, allowing a broader amount of personal space.

While others began to participate in the unavoidable introduction process, Thorion stood quietly and observed. “I am Thorion,” he stated flatly when it came his turn to respond to Mischa’s hospitality. Although he decided to participate in the introduction, he stood stone faced, and made no attempt to embrace the woman’s hand.


Male N Catfolk unchained rogue 2 (Knife Master, Scout) | HP: 25/25 | AC: 16 (14 Tch, 12 Fl) | CMB: 2, CMD: 16 | F: +3, R: +7, W: +1 | Init: +5 | Perc: +8, SM: 0, Sur: +2 | Speed 30ft | Active conditions: None.

Munkustrap smirks at Mischa. "Charmer? Nay, I am just a simple man speaking simple truths, like water is wet, birds fly, and Thorion is gruff. Beware though, my lady, as I think he has taken a shine to you. He hasn't offered to cut you open to examine you, yet." Munkustrap ends.


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Mischa shrugs and returns her hand to her side.

"Oh? Is that something he does often?" she asks, not entirely sure if you're joking.


Human Male HP 20/20 | AC 19 (13 Tch, 16 Fl) | CMB: +4, CMD: 17 | F: +5, R: +3, W: +5 | Init: +5 | Perc: +8 | Diplo +4, Bluff +0, Intim +0 Speed 20 | Spells: 1st -0/3 | Scythe +5 (2d4+4/x4) | Dagger +4 (1d6+3/19-20

Unmoved by the Catfolk’s attempt at humor, Thorion continued to say nothing as he listened to the group’s dynamic. (And I thought the monkey was bad,) the priest thought as he quietly observed Munkustrap’s antics.

As the conversation seemed to come to a lull, Thorion felt it was his turn to comment. “The cat exaggerates.” The priest stated with no further reaction to Munkustrap’s attempt to provoke him.


Male N Catfolk unchained rogue 2 (Knife Master, Scout) | HP: 25/25 | AC: 16 (14 Tch, 12 Fl) | CMB: 2, CMD: 16 | F: +3, R: +7, W: +1 | Init: +5 | Perc: +8, SM: 0, Sur: +2 | Speed 30ft | Active conditions: None.

Munkustrap looks askance at Thorion. "The .. cat? Name's Munkustrap. Learn it. Use it. Since we are newly acquainted, and it seems that you have yet to experience all the cultural enlightenment of a settlement larger than six people, guessing possible inbreeding but that is probably an exaggeration, I shall pretend that you did not just insult me to that degree. This will be a long voyage, and I would like to enjoy myself on it. Should you realize the error of your way, and treat me with all the courtesies and respects that I have given you, I look forward to our interactions. Should you feel comfortable in your ignorance, and continue to make an ass of yourself, well let us not dwell on such ugly ideas. There is always room for one to grow." Munkustrap ends his diatribe.

"My lady, I do apologize for such unpleasantries in your presence, but manners do matter." Munkustrap remains in all of the passengers presence waiting upon Thorion's response.


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"Oh, think nothing of it." Mischa replies, waving her hand once from right to left as if brushing the trouble away. "Although, I feel as if I should enquire if there's dinner with this show." Mischa jokes, hoping to lighten the mood.


Human Male HP 20/20 | AC 19 (13 Tch, 16 Fl) | CMB: +4, CMD: 17 | F: +5, R: +3, W: +5 | Init: +5 | Perc: +8 | Diplo +4, Bluff +0, Intim +0 Speed 20 | Spells: 1st -0/3 | Scythe +5 (2d4+4/x4) | Dagger +4 (1d6+3/19-20

If Munkustrap’s verbal assault had any effect on the priest, it didn’t show on the man’s face. Unmoved and calm, Thorion only stood quietly and observed as Munkustrap objected profoundly to the priest’s choice of words. When Munkustrap's temper slowed to a conclusion, Thorion calmly commented on the heated subject with little to no expression. “My apologies if you found my reference to your obvious animal heritage insulting. There was no intent to offend. If I had known that you where sensitive to your heritage, I would have made the necessary effort to avoid referring to it. Going forward, I will not make any further reference to the fact that you resemble a cat. I will respect the fact that you think of yourself as a man. I suppose if I had a similar appearance, I might feel equally insulted if someone reminded me of that fact.”

Unstirred by Mischa’s attempt to lighten things up, Thorion simply turned to her and offered his opinion. "I’m sure the ship has a dining hall of some sort. Nourishment will likely be there.” After the suggestion, The priest stood quietly with his hands tucked away in the sleeves of his robe.


Male Human Ranger (skirmisher) 1 | HP 12/12 | AC:17 T:13 F:14 | Saves F:+4 R:+5 W:+1 | CMB:+3 CMD:16 | Init:+4 | Perc: +5 | Conditions: Enlarged

Caine stands quiet, somewhat amused by the irony of Munkustrap lecturing the priest on manners after having barged into a conversation only to ignore one of its principle participants.
"I can see this voyage will be marked by interesting dinner conversations. Given the weather in these parts, we may be spending more time eating on deck rather than cramped quarters below. The air will be fresher, and that's better for an appetite than the stink of livestock or body odor."


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"Speaking of fresh air, I'm going to go get some." Mischa remarks, rather ungracefully excusing herself.

She nods at each of her fellow passengers one at a time. "It was nice to meet you."

Before leaving she tells the troodon, "And you too, beautiful!"

"If you'll excuse me."

Mischa then turns to leave the cramped cargo hold, and heads up onto the deck for a breath of fresh air.


Vanaran Male Monk HP: 22/22 | AC: 16 (15 Tch, 14 Fl) | CMB: +5, CMD: 20 | F: +4, R: +5, W: +3 | Init: +3 | Perc: +8, Acro +9, Stealth +9 | Speed 30ft, Climb 20ft | Unarmed: +5, d6+3+1, x2, B. Longbow: +5(6), d8+3(+1), x3, 110ft, P. Perfect Strike 1/1 | Active conditions: -2 dex
Mischa Catanarri wrote:
Mischa then turns to leave the cramped cargo hold, and heads up onto the deck for a breath of fresh air.

Where she finds Rii-Chi perched at the front of the ship, for all the world like a furry figurehead. "Hello Mischa!" He smiles as she arrives. "Have you met the priest, he's not very nice? He wanted to shave me! After all the effort you put in!"


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"Shave you?" Mischa exclaims with worry, knowing how much Rii-Chi loves his fur.

She strides across the deck--trying not to distract the crew too much--and visit's Rii-Chi up at the front of the ship.

"Whatever for?"


Vanaran Male Monk HP: 22/22 | AC: 16 (15 Tch, 14 Fl) | CMB: +5, CMD: 20 | F: +4, R: +5, W: +3 | Init: +3 | Perc: +8, Acro +9, Stealth +9 | Speed 30ft, Climb 20ft | Unarmed: +5, d6+3+1, x2, B. Longbow: +5(6), d8+3(+1), x3, 110ft, P. Perfect Strike 1/1 | Active conditions: -2 dex

"He thinks I'm some sort of Were-monkey!" Rii-Chi shudders delicately, his fur rippling expressively. "Apparently I must have received an infected wound which turned me into my current form. He wanted to shave me to find the wound - and when I told him that I was fine, he said" at this Rii-Chi puts on his best 'low, grumbly voice' "That's what any infected person would say." Relaxing back into his own, much higher pitch, he continues. "But Munkustrap stopped him. I must say thank you for that."


Human Male HP 20/20 | AC 19 (13 Tch, 16 Fl) | CMB: +4, CMD: 17 | F: +5, R: +3, W: +5 | Init: +5 | Perc: +8 | Diplo +4, Bluff +0, Intim +0 Speed 20 | Spells: 1st -0/3 | Scythe +5 (2d4+4/x4) | Dagger +4 (1d6+3/19-20

As the galley become a bit more absent of conversation, Thorion finally had a moment to observe the creature being restrained nearby. The beast’s smell was a strong indicator that the creature was some sort of carnivore. Curious about the predator, Thorion decided to take a closer look. After he approached within a reasonable distance to the creature, he bent slightly at the waist and took a hard look. The creature’s muscular jaw harbored an extraordinary row of razor-sharp incisors, which left no doubt about the beast’s formidableness. Slightly above its deadly maw, weighed a heavy reptilian brow, which testified to it’s higher than average intelligence. Thorion could tell that the creature would rip him to shreds, if given the slightest opportunity. Locked in the beasts gaze, Thorion’s heart began to speed up. The adrenalin in his system caused the priest to sweat. Before he realized it, he found himself in a situation that he hadn’t felt in a long time. Fear began to overwhelm the priest, just before he broke the gaze and then carefully backed away from the beast. “If that thing gets loose while we are at sea, it will likely kill everyone on this ship. “He stated in a monotone voice, in order to distract from the fact that he had experienced a form of fight or flight.


Male Human Ranger (skirmisher) 1 | HP 12/12 | AC:17 T:13 F:14 | Saves F:+4 R:+5 W:+1 | CMB:+3 CMD:16 | Init:+4 | Perc: +5 | Conditions: Enlarged

Caine laughs, "Let's not exaggerate the peril, priest. If he were to be let out or escape, yes, he would cause great harm. But kill everyone on this ship? Not likely. He's not like his much larger and more powerful cousins, the tyrants, nor has he the intelligence or power of a dragon. No, he's a good size with sharp teeth, but he's one of the smaller and lesser predators. Much less dangerous than a crew armed with intelligence and weapons forged of steel."


Human Male HP 20/20 | AC 19 (13 Tch, 16 Fl) | CMB: +4, CMD: 17 | F: +5, R: +3, W: +5 | Init: +5 | Perc: +8 | Diplo +4, Bluff +0, Intim +0 Speed 20 | Spells: 1st -0/3 | Scythe +5 (2d4+4/x4) | Dagger +4 (1d6+3/19-20

Thorion simply nods in acceptance of the man's explanation and then glances back over at the creature one final time before heading back up to the ship's quarters.


NARRATOR GS Map / SS MAP/
Thorion wrote:
Thorion glanced over to the ships first-mate, who had been observing the priest unwind. “I only hope that the condition hasn't already become contagious, wherein you have already passed it to the rest of the crew.”

Alton laughs. Have ya met the crew. Being like Rii-Chi here would be an improvement!

Mischa wrote:
"Fair enough, Aerys. Your tale is yours to tell, after all. Well, I'll let you settle in. It's nice to meet you".

Aerys nods dismissively and starts writing in a tattered notebook. At that time Sasha enters the room. I would have killed him. she states matter-of-factly without any trace of levity.

Mischa wrote:
"Oh. Hello there. I'm Mischa. Welcome to the Jenivere!" Mischa exclaims, welcoming the Varisian scholar into the woman's bunks. "And you are..?"

Ieana. My name is Ieana, I am a humble varisian scholar. She says rather awkwardly. Then as an afterthought adds, And what is your name and what do you do?

Gelik observed the interaction between Mischa, Thorion and Munkustrap. He enjoyed a good verbal sparring and only regretted that he was not part of it. He didn’t want to interrupt and they took no notice of the gnome so he stood there-watching.

Ishirou passed by Thorion and grunted out a greeting and continued on his way.

@Rii-chi:
You also hear from the rest of the crew that there is a prisoner on board. Speculation ranges that it could be the Sargavan Strangler to a sex-slave for a minor noble in Eleder

DC15 Perception for anyone watching First Mate Alton:
Twice a day you see Alton leaving the mess with a tray and cup of water and head below deck.


Human Male HP 20/20 | AC 19 (13 Tch, 16 Fl) | CMB: +4, CMD: 17 | F: +5, R: +3, W: +5 | Init: +5 | Perc: +8 | Diplo +4, Bluff +0, Intim +0 Speed 20 | Spells: 1st -0/3 | Scythe +5 (2d4+4/x4) | Dagger +4 (1d6+3/19-20

Having undergone what he thought was an unpleasant introduction process, Thorion spent a significant portion of his time trying to maintain a solitary presence. Aside from the casual hello or goodbye, the priest worked on his ability to politely bow out of meaningless banter whenever it presented itself. On the occasions when pertinent information was required, Thorion made himself present, but maintain a quiet solemn status to discourage those that wished to indulge in chit-chat.

The days grew more difficult than he had originally anticipated. Embraced by his preferred lifestyle of solitude, Thorion found himself besieged by an unusual desire for interaction that presented itself from time to time. Unsure how to quench the rogue desire, he decided to begin a daily ritual of standing at the bow of the ship, which allowed him to clear his mind while taking in the sea air. The sound of the ship’s crew, hard at work, seemed to fulfill the need for interaction for the time being, while the warmth of the day’s sun helped to remove the claustrophobic feeling of the ship’s quarters.

It took a while for the priest to gain his sea legs, while the crew seemed much more at home on the sea. From time to time, the occasional gust of wind, accompanied by the sea’s strong tied, lent an uncommon tug to the motion of the ship. Thorion observed as many of the ship’s passengers, including himself, had to brace for the difficult to anticipate motion. While the crew, on the other hand, seemed hardly affected.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

(I hope the antiquities that this remote location has to offer is worth all the trouble.) The priest thought while taking in a deep breath of the salty sea air.

(Let me know if I am overextending or overdoing the fluff. Also, if Thorion's gruff personality is to much for anyone, let me know and I will tone him down.)


Male Human Ranger (skirmisher) 1 | HP 12/12 | AC:17 T:13 F:14 | Saves F:+4 R:+5 W:+1 | CMB:+3 CMD:16 | Init:+4 | Perc: +5 | Conditions: Enlarged

Caine hasn't failed to notice that the priest is a bit of a cypher. On occasionally seeing him on deck, the hunter remarks to Rii-Chi, "The priest is a curious fellow. Quiet at meals and in anybody's company as if he wants to hide from us all, then there he is at the prow like he's King of the World."

Sorry, I had to do it.


Female Human Witch 5 HP: 41/41 hp AC: 12(16)/12/10(14) Saves: 4/3/4 perc: +0 Init +6. hex save DC 17 misfortune 19

Neltji spent a considerable amount of time with the sailors learning the ins and outs of the trade. AS such she did not spend much time in gossip with the rest of the people that were traveling along with her. After all her father had paid for part of the voyage and told her she needed to work to help pay for the rest.

In her little bit of downtime though she observed Mischa doing her paint and asked some questions. When on deck she made sure to say hi to Rii-Chi who always tried to sneak up on her from the rigging. It was an enjoyable time but Neltji knew that she should be doing more and meeting the new people that she had not met yet.

Seeing the solemn man in the cowl at the bow of the ship Neltji worked her way towards him. Approaching from the side as best she could not to startle the man Neltji asked him softly. Whatis it that you are looking for? I have seen you here a few days now and you are always looking out at the horizon?


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Rii Chi wrote:
"He thinks I'm some sort of Were-monkey!" Rii-Chi shudders delicately, his fur rippling expressively. "Apparently I must have received an infected wound which turned me into my current form. He wanted to shave me to find the wound - and when I told him that I was fine, he said" at this Rii-Chi puts on his best 'low, grumbly voice' "That's what any infected person would say." Relaxing back into his own, much higher pitch, he continues. "But Munkustrap stopped him. I must say thank you for that."

"He didn't!" Mischa exclaims in outrage. "How rude! Rest assured, dear, if I ever hear such talk I'll put a stop to it right away."

DM RichD wrote:
Mischa wrote:
"Fair enough, Aerys. Your tale is yours to tell, after all. Well, I'll let you settle in. It's nice to meet you".
Aerys nods dismissively and starts writing in a tattered notebook. At that time Sasha enters the room. I would have killed him. she states matter-of-factly without any trace of levity.

"Well, that's an over reaction." Mischa blurts out. "Half the crew has grabby hands. We'll be adrift at sea before long."

DM RichD wrote:
Mischa wrote:
"Oh. Hello there. I'm Mischa. Welcome to the Jenivere!" Mischa exclaims, welcoming the Varisian scholar into the woman's bunks. "And you are..?"
Ieana. My name is Ieana, I am a humble varisian scholar. She says rather awkwardly. Then as an afterthought adds, And what is your name and what do you do?

"I'm Mischa," she repeats loudly, curious if the woman is hard of hearing or terribly distracted. "I'm a traveller of no real occupation." she adds.

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Perception on First Mate Alton: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

Well, that's odd. Mischa thinks.

Sense Motive (does he seem to be open about it or hiding it?): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

To her companions at dinner she asks, "Does anyone know where First Mate Alton's always running off to with extra food?"

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