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Female Half-Elf Barbarian HP (14/14)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat 16/14/12 | Fort/Ref/Will +4/+4/+1 | Init +7
Skills:
Acrobatics +8, Climb +6, Handle Animal +3, Perception +7, Stealth +5, Survival +5
Barbarian 1

"We have no hold over her. We certainly cannot let her live. So we have no leverage to gain knowledge from her." Siri states. "She is nothing more than another predator attempting to kill us. So we must act in kind."

Regardless, Siri is hardly an executioner, and allows someone else to do the deed. She prepares for the march south now instead, as they were going to do.


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Jask scratches his salt-and-pepper beard in consideration. "I think Aleris is correct: there's no harm in giving it a shot. Aerys, would you mind translating?"
The half-elf looks nonplussed at the prospect, but shrugs. "I s'pose I could. Let's get this one tied up."

Once the cannibal is bound, Jask heals her with a spell.
CLW: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
She comes to, and as she looks around seems to grow angry and confused. She strains against her bonds, baring her sharpened teeth and spitting what are no doubt curses in a hideous language. "Well, what do you want to ask?" Aerys inquires, standing contemptuously with her arms crossed. "And in case you're wondering, right now she seems to be threatening to eat us."

If you're going to make any social skill rolls here, just go ahead and use your own modifiers and such. It's simpler not to rout it through Aerys' abilities, or figure out whether what you want to say translates properly--that'll just be part of the roll, if you make any.


HP 11/16 // 1st - 2/4
Primary Stats:
AC 18, T 11, FF 17 // Fort +4, Ref +1, Will +1 (Resist acid, cold, electricity 5) // Initiative +2
Skills:
Bluff +4, Diplo +7, Knowledge (R) +4, Survival +5, Perception -1

First cast enhanced diplomacy.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 7 + 2 = 28

Nice. Hopefully she has less than 16 Cha.

Paulinus approaches the prisoner gently and says, "You must have had it very hard out here. Were you born on this island? Do you have a name?"


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Aerys relates Paulinus' questions, and the cannibal gives him a sharp, toothy smile. She begins to speak her devil-tongue, and Aerys translates: "She says her name is Tovaka, and she was born here. She says it's not hard living here, especially when delicious people show up after their big boats crash." Aerys makes a face of repulsion as the woman throws her head back and laughs maniacally at something she's said. "I think she just made a joke about your, uh, face. I think she think's that you're cursed or something? She also keeps saying something about 'Mother Thrunefang,' and how she will provide...well, I think it's just more stuff about eating us," Aerys concludes distastefully.


Female Half-Elf Barbarian HP (14/14)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat 16/14/12 | Fort/Ref/Will +4/+4/+1 | Init +7
Skills:
Acrobatics +8, Climb +6, Handle Animal +3, Perception +7, Stealth +5, Survival +5
Barbarian 1

"...You ask needless questions." Siri states bluntly to the wolf. "Ask her where the cannibals live and how many there are. We do not need to know her personal history, only information on the island and how to survive it. If she will not talk, inform her that I would be willing to keep her alive by feeding her bits of herself, carved off piece by piece." She brandishes the curved blade to that effect. "Every day she does not talk, she will possess less and less of her body, the wounds sealed up so she does not die even as she becomes little more than a stump. And the last thing that I will cut from her are eyes, tongue, and eardrums, so she will forever live the rest of her pitiful life as a worm."

After the very lengthy and gruesome threat for Aerys to translate, she adds, "But really, I'll just cut off her head if she doesn't start talking. We don't have time to waste on fulfilling threats."

Intimidate: 1d20 ⇒ 14


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The threat that Siri asks to be translated draws a strange look from Aerys, but she relays the message faithfully. The cannibal woman only grins wider as Aerys delivers the message, and at the end resumes her maniacal laughter, spitting short, ugly phrases into the air. "She doesn't believe you. And I'll just leave it at that. Can we dispense with this foul creature yet? She is a cannibalistic madwoman, and presumably so is the rest of their tribe."


Female Half-Elf Barbarian HP (14/14)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat 16/14/12 | Fort/Ref/Will +4/+4/+1 | Init +7
Skills:
Acrobatics +8, Climb +6, Handle Animal +3, Perception +7, Stealth +5, Survival +5
Barbarian 1

"Gladly." Siri swings and cuts the cannibal's head off in one clean blow, before wiping the sword clean. "We'll drag the bodies away from the camp so they don't attract predators." She comments, looking at the rest of the exploration party. "Let's be off, then."

Same travel plan as before, hugging the west coast, only this time dragging the bodies at least a mile away from the camp.


HP 11/16 // 1st - 2/4
Primary Stats:
AC 18, T 11, FF 17 // Fort +4, Ref +1, Will +1 (Resist acid, cold, electricity 5) // Initiative +2
Skills:
Bluff +4, Diplo +7, Knowledge (R) +4, Survival +5, Perception -1

With little warning Paulinus jams his spear into the cannibal's eye, hoping to make her end quick and painless.

Edit:Guess I should hit refresh before posting when I've had the window open for several hours (>_>)*

"Yep," he replies to Aerys, frowning at the distasteful deed. "From now on, we don't take any cannibals prisoner. Just put them out their misery as gently as possible, the way you would a rabid dog. Siri, I was asking those questions because if she wasn't mad, connecting with her on a human level might have gotten her to open up. At least we learned that they worship someone called Mother Thrunefang."

Not sure if she counts as helpless, if so coup de grace her. If not then it's just an attack. If Paulinus's jab doesn't do the job, I expect Siri will remove her head shortly thereafter.


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"I suppose we could have asked if they've eaten anyone else lately; didn't we determine that the Captain and Ieana were headed in the direction that Pezock said the cannibals made their home? What - it's an honest question!" Aleris casually comments. Her expression then turns serious. "I wonder how these two found our camp - smoke from our fires or do they just periodically scout the beaches for shipwrecks? Either way, it's beginning to sound like moving camp might be a good idea for more than just ease of exploration."

While she speaks, Aleris gathers her gear and prepares for the day's hike.


HP 11/16 // 1st - 2/4
Primary Stats:
AC 18, T 11, FF 17 // Fort +4, Ref +1, Will +1 (Resist acid, cold, electricity 5) // Initiative +2
Skills:
Bluff +4, Diplo +7, Knowledge (R) +4, Survival +5, Perception -1

Paulinus does the same, helping the others once he's finished with his own gear. "I'd say the sooner the better. We don't know if those two were alone, they could have had a friend that they sent back to their camp for reinforcements before attacking."


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Based on Siri's description from earlier, it sounds like you'll head straight south, then follow the coast line until you reach Pezock's dwelling. If that's incorrect, let me know. I've also just realized that Paulinus won't be able to see the map until I swap over to the other host. I'll get on that soon.

After Aerys helps Siri drag the cannibals' bodies away from camp, the corpses quickly swarmed with the island's blue and green iridescent flies, the adventuring party sets off to scout out more of the island.

GM Rolls:
Predator: 1d100 ⇒ 98
Noon: 1d100 ⇒ 96
Predator 11: 1d100 ⇒ 7
A. Survival: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18
S. Survival: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
K. Survival: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

3:00PM
As the group progresses south, taking their usual two-hour rest while the sun is at its hottest, they make their way along the rocky beach of the bay shore. Rounding a large boulder, they stumble upon a giant crab they hadn't been able to find signs of earlier! The enormous red critter turns to them, clacking its giant claws and bubbling at the mouth.

I'll roll initiative and get a map up ASAP. Thanks for being patient. I'll control Kenton for now.


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Initiative!
Crab: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19
Aleris: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
Kenton: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
Paulinus: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
Siri: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

1. Siri
2. Crab
3. Paulinus, Aleris, Kenton

Try the Crab Beach link at the top, under the Combat Maps section, and let me know how it works out.


Female Half-Elf Barbarian HP (14/14)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat 16/14/12 | Fort/Ref/Will +4/+4/+1 | Init +7
Skills:
Acrobatics +8, Climb +6, Handle Animal +3, Perception +7, Stealth +5, Survival +5
Barbarian 1

The half-elf moves forward to engage the giant crab, swinging her blade. She misjudges the timing however, and her blow misses the creature entirely.

Curve Blade Attack (PA): 1d20 + 5 - 1 ⇒ (3) + 5 - 1 = 7


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The giant crustacean returns the blow in kind, and with equal effectiveness as Siri dodges the attacks.

Claw: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Claw: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

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Initiative!
1. Siri
2. Crab
3. Paulinus, Aleris, Kenton

Map updated.


Female Half-Elf Barbarian HP (14/14)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat 16/14/12 | Fort/Ref/Will +4/+4/+1 | Init +7
Skills:
Acrobatics +8, Climb +6, Handle Animal +3, Perception +7, Stealth +5, Survival +5
Barbarian 1

Weaving around the crab's claws, Siri cleaves with her sword again, attempting to tear right through its shell with the nimble sword.

Curve Blade Attack: 1d20 + 5 - 1 ⇒ (11) + 5 - 1 = 15
Damage: 1d10 + 3 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 + 3 = 11


HP 11/16 // 1st - 2/4
Primary Stats:
AC 18, T 11, FF 17 // Fort +4, Ref +1, Will +1 (Resist acid, cold, electricity 5) // Initiative +2
Skills:
Bluff +4, Diplo +7, Knowledge (R) +4, Survival +5, Perception -1

Map works great, thanks. Going to go ahead and post my action now so I don't forget.

Paulinus sees his life-link charge recklessly throwing herself into danger once again, and in the interest of preserving his own hide as much as possible, runs to aid her. He charges forward and tries to jam his spear through the crab's carapace. He misses the crab completely, stabbing only the sand. Bah! Spent way too much time practicing my magic and not enough practicing my fighting. If I were out here alone I wouldn't last a day!

Charge to K8.
Charge!: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 2 = 6


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I believe in Paulinus! Once he gets closer to full BAB, I'm sure he'll have no trouble with that spear.

Siri's blade hits the crab head on, but the hard, thick ridge glances the steel off to the side.

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Initiative!
1. Siri
2. Crab
3. Paulinus, Aleris, Kenton

Map updated. I'll GMPC Kenton for a little while, and try to to steal too many flashy victories with him (although my luck in that area has been demonstrably in the favor of critting the NPCs).


Inactive

Aleris appears to weave a spell, with plenty of hand-waving and incantations. As the spell culminates, she opens her mouth as if to shout but oddly enough no sound seems to issue from her lips.

Cast Ear-Piercing Scream; the crab needs to make a DC 14 Fort save or take 1d6 damage and be dazed for one round. Successful save reduces it to half damage and negates the dazed condition.


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Sorry for the slow posting: my internet was eating posts left and right last night.

Fort save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6

The crab seems to shudder for a moment in pain, but quickly regains its composure after resisting Aleris' spell.

Kenton moves up, drawing the reclaimed first mate's sword. He circles around behind the crab, looking for a weak spot. Double move to his current position.

Crab first attack: 1d3 ⇒ 1
Claw: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Crab second attack: 1d3 ⇒ 2
Claw: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

The giant crab levels one claw each at his initial attackers, but can land no blow against the lithe barbarian and the stalwart oracle.

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Initiative!
1. Siri
2. Crab
3. Paulinus, Aleris, Kenton

Crab Damage: 3


Female Half-Elf Barbarian HP (14/14)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat 16/14/12 | Fort/Ref/Will +4/+4/+1 | Init +7
Skills:
Acrobatics +8, Climb +6, Handle Animal +3, Perception +7, Stealth +5, Survival +5
Barbarian 1

Deciding that she needs to focus more on accuracy than power, Siri takes her next blow carefully.

Curve Blade Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
Damage: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13


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Right on the money!

Siri lines up an attack, and her sword finds a gap in the crab's defense. Her blade catches at a vulnerable joint, and slices one of the crustacean's legs--an appendage as long and nearly as sharp as Paulinus' spear--clean off.

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[ooc]Initiative!
[ooc]1. Siri

2. Crab
3. Paulinus, Aleris, Kenton

Crab Damage: 16


HP 11/16 // 1st - 2/4
Primary Stats:
AC 18, T 11, FF 17 // Fort +4, Ref +1, Will +1 (Resist acid, cold, electricity 5) // Initiative +2
Skills:
Bluff +4, Diplo +7, Knowledge (R) +4, Survival +5, Perception -1

Paulinus stabs at it again with his spear.

Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

-sigh-


Inactive

Auran:

"Son of a succubus! Stupid dingdang over-sized lunch special...*grumble*"

Grumbling to herself, Aleris draws her crossbow and loads a bolt.


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Kenton steps behind the crab, drawing his other sword in the process. "Paulinus, I'll distract it!" Kenton lashes out at the crab's legs, trying to trip it up to make it easier to hit.

Flanking Aid Another to give Paulinus +2 to his next attack: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 5 + 2 = 26

The crab turns its attention to Siri, a claw darting out at her and latching on firmly. It then grabs on to her with the other claw as well, trying to hold on and crush her.

Claw: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18
Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Grab: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

Siri and the crab are now grappled. Siri will gain 5 HP sometime during this turn from Paulinus' lifelink, unless he chooses to end it, but I forget exactly when it activates.

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Initiative!
1. Siri
2. Crab
3. Paulinus, Aleris, Kenton

Crab Damage: 16


HP 11/16 // 1st - 2/4
Primary Stats:
AC 18, T 11, FF 17 // Fort +4, Ref +1, Will +1 (Resist acid, cold, electricity 5) // Initiative +2
Skills:
Bluff +4, Diplo +7, Knowledge (R) +4, Survival +5, Perception -1

Beginning of my turn.

Paulinus stabs at the crab again. This time he finally connects with the aid of Kenton. The leaf-shaped blade of his short spear slides through a crack in the crab's shell to pierce it several inches deep. Paulinus twists the haft and jerks it back out with a crack, leaving a gaping hole in the crab's chitin behind.

Attack (flanking, aid anoter): 1d20 + 3 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 3 + 2 + 2 = 23
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7


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The crab stumbles and loses its grip on Siri, as orange ichor drips from its spear wound. It collapses to the ground and twitches slightly before it stops moving altogether.

Combat is over!


Female Half-Elf Barbarian HP (14/14)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat 16/14/12 | Fort/Ref/Will +4/+4/+1 | Init +7
Skills:
Acrobatics +8, Climb +6, Handle Animal +3, Perception +7, Stealth +5, Survival +5
Barbarian 1

Siri would have just finished it off herself, but the wolf beat her to it. The barbarian woman settles down for now, before thinking. "Leave it. We'll be too weighed out carrying it for dinner," She states, heading along the prescribed route again.


Inactive

"Probably wouldn't taste good anyway," Aleris mutters as she repositions her gear and hurries after Siri.


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As the group heads southwest along the coast, the beach ends and the coast rises to a steep cliff. Dark, gray clouds roll in from all directions, and the Shiv treats them to one of its characteristic sudden downpours.

4:00PM
The rain falls in sheets, the sky an ominous gray, as the explorers come upon a wide clearing, scattered with (mostly collapsed) driftwood lean-tos. As they emerge from the treeline, a roughly humanoid shape standing in the middle of the camp, pale yellow with ragged clothing, turns its attention from the ragged sea and facing the group. Its face is decayed, its flesh rotting and sprouting with shoots of green vines. It silently gapes at them, then starts forward with a dead, hateful look in its eyes.

DC 12 Kn. (Nature):
This is a yellow musk zombie. Spawned from a strange plant known as a yellow musk creeper, that slays the living and reanimates their bodies with parasitic spores, they usually are found guarding their creator. Occasionally they wander off to die (within a mile of their host usually), and thus provide a base for the seeds of a new yellow musk creeper.

They are resistant to non-slashing weapons and have all the same traits (and thus immunities, etc) as a plant.

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Initiative!
Creature: 1d20 ⇒ 20
Aleris: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
Kenton: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
Paulinus: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
Siri: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

1. Kenton, Paulinus
2. Creature
3. Aleris, Siri

Map is up: just pretend that the camp is more ramshackle (only the tent-like structures provide any impediment to movement: treat them as spaces not able to be occupied unless you enter the lean-to).


HP 11/16 // 1st - 2/4
Primary Stats:
AC 18, T 11, FF 17 // Fort +4, Ref +1, Will +1 (Resist acid, cold, electricity 5) // Initiative +2
Skills:
Bluff +4, Diplo +7, Knowledge (R) +4, Survival +5, Perception -1

Paulinus will delay until after Siri.


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Kenton reacts quickly, hoping to catch the creature off guard. He charges to the side of it, pulling out his sword, and sweeping it at the yellow thing's rotting legs.

Charge Trip: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 5 + 2 = 23

It tumbles over, but thrashes uselessly at the rogue from its position on the ground.

Slam: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 - 4 = 9

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1. Kenton
2. Creature
3. Aleris, Siri, Paulinus

Combat map replaced with Google map once again.


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Kn. Nature: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

"Oh wow, I read about these things in a book once! There's a plant that uses spores to reanimate the dead to act as guardians and hosts for new plants. This poor guy is more plant than anything now, so weapons with a nice sharp edge for slashing will be the most effective!"

As she speaks, Aleris draws her crossbow and loads another bolt.


Female Half-Elf Barbarian HP (14/14)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat 16/14/12 | Fort/Ref/Will +4/+4/+1 | Init +7
Skills:
Acrobatics +8, Climb +6, Handle Animal +3, Perception +7, Stealth +5, Survival +5
Barbarian 1

Curve Blade Attack (PA): 1d20 + 4 - 1 ⇒ (12) + 4 - 1 = 15
Damage: 1d10 + 3 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 3 = 8

Siri doesn't really pay too much attention to the witch's ramblings as she trots forward, bringing her blade down hard on the prone creature. It needed to be killed after all.


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GM Rolls:
Random: 1d100 ⇒ 53
Cannibals: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Siri moves forward and brings her sword down hard on the fungal creature, spraying yellowing bits of plant and flesh on the ground. The thing squirms silently, injured but still alive.

As she does so, a tall Mwangi fellow in Varisian garb emerges from the treeline to the east. He is soon followed by a tan-skinned Chelish man wearing very little, with diabolic scars and a crazed look in his eyes: another of the island's cannibals!

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Initiative!
1. Kenton
2. Creature
3. Aleris, Siri, Paulinus, Kororinda
4. Cannibal


Stats:
HP 9/9 Init +2 Perc +0 | AC 12/12/10 | F +2 R +2 W +2
Blast 'n' Bluff Sorcerer/1

Kororinda sprints out of the protection of the trees into the rain-soaked clearing, his backpack and weapons bouncing madly as he seeks to outrun the Chellish pursuer. His features are definitely Mwangi, though of what tribe or people it's unclear, and his clothes are also clearly the bright but clearly Avistani cloths of Varisia. It may be a reflection of the ocean and storm light, but a slight electrical glow appears to flit across his dark eyes, which widen at the sight of the people before him--another magic user? A wolf person? A wild fighter with an elven blade? He nearly stumbles, his locked hair swinging, but does not lose his stride.

"I am a friend!" he shouts, running hard against the pace of the cannibal. "He is not!"


HP 11/16 // 1st - 2/4
Primary Stats:
AC 18, T 11, FF 17 // Fort +4, Ref +1, Will +1 (Resist acid, cold, electricity 5) // Initiative +2
Skills:
Bluff +4, Diplo +7, Knowledge (R) +4, Survival +5, Perception -1

Sorry, google drive seems to have stopped working for me again. Any chance of a cubeupload version?


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Cube Map

I omitted the grid labeling just to get it up faster. North is up, just tell me where you want to be and what you want to do!


Stats:
HP 9/9 Init +2 Perc +0 | AC 12/12/10 | F +2 R +2 W +2
Blast 'n' Bluff Sorcerer/1

Oh, hey, Kenton is a DMPC? I guess we can go.

Kororinda attempts to halt his pell-mell pace, his boots kicking into the ground, spinning in a flurry of mud and sand and whirling Varisian frills. He raises a hand and utters arcane words, releasing a savage spark of electricity at the cannibal, his countenance deadly serious.

Ranged Touch: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 3 + 1 = 11
For: 1d3 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 + 1 = 3

He curses at his poor aim and continues to run, winding up just north-east diagonally to the woman with the elven curve blade. "Sorry to bring more trouble," he says, out of breath.


HP 11/16 // 1st - 2/4
Primary Stats:
AC 18, T 11, FF 17 // Fort +4, Ref +1, Will +1 (Resist acid, cold, electricity 5) // Initiative +2
Skills:
Bluff +4, Diplo +7, Knowledge (R) +4, Survival +5, Perception -1

Paulinus runs over near Siri and then throws one of his spears at the cannibal.

Move to one square NE of Siri and then throw my spear at the cannibal.

Attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21
Confirm crit: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18

Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 51d6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5


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Kororinda barely manages to land his spell, shocking the cannibal. Caught off guard by the jolt and the sudden confrontation of four more (roughly) humanoids, he is even more caught off guard by the spear that lands in his chest, knocking him to the ground and leaving him bleeding in the dirt.

Kenton moves around the downed plant zombie, draws his other sword, and takes a stab, ending the creature's fetid life.

MW Shortsword: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 5 + 2 = 14
Damage + Sneak Attack: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (5, 5) + 3 = 13

Combat is over!

Kenton wipes his blade on the grass, frowning. "I'm not sure these trips are proving to be worth the trouble..." he mumbles.


Female Half-Elf Barbarian HP (14/14)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat 16/14/12 | Fort/Ref/Will +4/+4/+1 | Init +7
Skills:
Acrobatics +8, Climb +6, Handle Animal +3, Perception +7, Stealth +5, Survival +5
Barbarian 1

Siri also wipes her blade clean on the grass, before attending to the matter of the newcomer who'd been chased by a singular cannibal here. She kept her weapon ready, looking at the Mwangi man with caution.

"Who are you?" She asks. "How did you arrive on this island?"


Stats:
HP 9/9 Init +2 Perc +0 | AC 12/12/10 | F +2 R +2 W +2
Blast 'n' Bluff Sorcerer/1

The tall Varisian emigre of dark countenance eyes the naked blade and places his hands together in respectful greeting. Having caught his breath, he speaks in a warm, mellifluous voice, which is rich, but betrays his youthfulness. "Salubona, and well met. To tell you who I am properly, as we are in the Expanse now and have shared in the defeat of an enemy, would take some time in recounting lineages." His face breaks into a wide, bright smile, faint arcs dancing in his eyes. "So, I shall skip to the main details: I am Kororinda Menutswene, sorcerer born of storm, and I am here as a Junior Banner Herald of Heidmarch Manor Lodge in Magnimar." He carefully extends a pole from his pack, and unfurls a sturdy and spectacular banner with the symbol of the Pathfinder Society, fringed with two types of Mwangi fabrics below. The flag is unexpectedly heartening.

"As for how I arrived here, the merchant vessel I was on was attacked by pirates out of the Shackles. That pirate ship should be washing ashore at the moment. I didn't catch the name of the ship, as I was busy being chained in the hold, but during the storm, I and some others escaped...I appear to be the only one who survived the dashing on the rocks, Gozreh be willing. At any rate, I am in your debt, and am seeking to explore the Expanse, after which time and before returning to Varisia, I may venture to the Shackles and electrocute certain privateers and burn down their ships." He smiles again.


Female Half-Elf Barbarian HP (14/14)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat 16/14/12 | Fort/Ref/Will +4/+4/+1 | Init +7
Skills:
Acrobatics +8, Climb +6, Handle Animal +3, Perception +7, Stealth +5, Survival +5
Barbarian 1

"...You should know a few things. One, this is not the Expanse," Siri points out. "This is an island with no settlements of note. It is unmapped and wild, and run by a vicious pack of cannibals who prey upon the many who've shipwrecked here before. So now you have three choices - no, make that four," she amends.

"You can throw yourself on the mercy of the cannibals, of which you'll find none and will likely be consumed by them upon surrender. You can attempt to brave the island on your own if you think you can survive the giant crabs, snakes, dinosaurs, undead, and other creatures which will want to kill you. The third option would be to throw your lot in with us. We have a camp, and other survivors, and as none of us eat humanoid flesh, you would be safer with us." She shifts her sword on her shoulder, though the weight doesn't burden her at all.

"The last thing you could do is kill yourself and save yourself months of suffering. I would advise against that path, though if you prefer it, I would be honorable enough to assist your suicide and make it painless."


Stats:
HP 9/9 Init +2 Perc +0 | AC 12/12/10 | F +2 R +2 W +2
Blast 'n' Bluff Sorcerer/1

Koro's smile droops slightly. "We are that far from Garund itself? Hmmm...be that as it may, dear Lady, I haven't come this far to end my own life like a coward, and thank you, I have met the darling cannibals and understand that their hospitality only extends to dinner, so to speak. I believe in strength in numbers, and would be glad to lend my spells to your arsenal. Most everything will fall down, crab, dinosaur, or animated corpse, if you hit it with sword and spell enough."

He pauses to take in the state of the party and grimaces at the salt on his own cloth, then resumes with a positive bounce in his voice. "I take it you were shipwrecked? Perhaps we can salvage conveyance, between the items from your ship and those detestable pirates. Surely you don't want to stay here."


Out of Anarchy Map

The pirate ship Kororinda was bound in before it wrecked has been torn to smithereens by the rocks and cliffs of the Shiv.

DC 12 Perception:
The shoddy lean-tos here are stained with dark, dirty patches of old blood, and many bear old weapon marks. The camp was likely not abandoned for peaceful reasons.

On the south edge of this old camp's clearing, their is a conspicuous gap in the surrounding brush. It appears to be a kind of game trail, stomped down by the feet of animals--and more humanoid ones--over the years.

The game trail leads south, and travel times on it are four times faster than through the jungle (2mph). You can also just keep romping west through the jungle.


Female Half-Elf Barbarian HP (14/14)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat 16/14/12 | Fort/Ref/Will +4/+4/+1 | Init +7
Skills:
Acrobatics +8, Climb +6, Handle Animal +3, Perception +7, Stealth +5, Survival +5
Barbarian 1

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

Siri listens as the Mwangi speaks up, but glancing through the abandoned camp, it seems that the last ones to use this place did not leave peacefully. The trail certainly seemed more expedient for travel, but she was quite sure that they would be frequented by cannibals, or their trappings.

"We should continue along the coastline - a friendly native we met a few days ago has made his camp in that direction," Siri states. "We should see if he'll allow us to camp with him during the night."

She heads off towards the west, avoid the trail for now - better not to travel by those paths unless necessary. Or at least until all the cannibals were dead.


Stats:
HP 9/9 Init +2 Perc +0 | AC 12/12/10 | F +2 R +2 W +2
Blast 'n' Bluff Sorcerer/1

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 18

Koro frowns. "Blood on the lean-to's...here, and here." He stoops to look. "And these are weapon marks on the wood. I don't think people just up and left this spot...do the cannibals ever use weapons?"


Inactive

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13

"The two that attacked our main camp last night did - though I'm sure they're perfectly happy to use their bare hands if push comes to shove. The name's Aleris and this is my companion, Fidget," she says, jerking her thumb back at the small weasel peeking out of her backpack. "Welcome to our merry band," she adds, smiling slightly for the first time that day.

Gazing around at the huts, she shakes her head. "Siri is right - we may as well push on; anything that could have been of use was probably salvaged a long time ago by the cannibals or someone else. Be careful though...yellow musk zombies mean yellow musk creepers somewhere nearby. A plant, infects the dead with spores to reanimate them," she adds for Kororinda's benefit.


HP 11/16 // 1st - 2/4
Primary Stats:
AC 18, T 11, FF 17 // Fort +4, Ref +1, Will +1 (Resist acid, cold, electricity 5) // Initiative +2
Skills:
Bluff +4, Diplo +7, Knowledge (R) +4, Survival +5, Perception -1

"I am Paulinus. Glad to meet another friendly face here. I agree with Siri, lets stick to our plan." The wolfscarred oracle retrieves his spear and makes ready to continue on.


Stats:
HP 9/9 Init +2 Perc +0 | AC 12/12/10 | F +2 R +2 W +2
Blast 'n' Bluff Sorcerer/1

"Aleris, Fidget, a pleasure. I take it you are...a druid?" Koro is uncertain. "And Paulinus, I have nary a clue as to what you are, but pleasure to meet all of you. Shouldn't we dispose of this cannibal in the waves? Better that he is food for sharks than become another animated corpse." He gives a small chin gesture at the corpse. "I agree with Siaree--that's your name, m'Lady?--I've kept to the underbrush myself. Terrible place for small crawling things to get in one's clothing, though, and snakes in the trees besides. Ah...the land of my father's fathers and mother's mothers."

He adjusts his pack, making no move to touch any weapons, but holds the flag in a loose, relaxed, yet still somehow formal way in the crook of his right arm, balancing it easily in the cup of the hand.

+1 on Damage and attack rolls while allies are within 30' ft of the banner and bearer. Just don't let it get captured! ;D

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