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Game Master Helio

Map of the Shackles

The Magpie Princess


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Female Human Arcanist/1 ; HP 7/7 ; Reservoir 6/7 ; AC 11, touch 11, flat 10 (Dex +1); Init +1; Fort +1, Ref +1, Will +2 ; Perception +3

"We took care of Taryn's problem, yes," Nhati says. "We still need to talk to him about it, to get you the lumber you need. But, meanwhile, can you modify this masthead so that it could be installed? And, if you can do it as fast as possible-- starting today-- that would be awfully nice...."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22


Male Human Oracle (Heavens) L1/Bard (Seasinger) L1 - | AC16 (T12FF14) | HP 17/17 | Saves: F2R6W4 | Init: +2 | Perc: +4 (Dark 30ft) | Status: Normal

Bellamy sat down on the dock, waving his hand in front of his face.
"Whee-ooo! That were a lot of work that was!"


Salty Sea Reavin' n' Slayin' Chap 2 -- HP: 22/22 | AC: 16 | T: 12 | FF: 14 | CMD: 17 | Fort: +6 | Ref: +4 | Will: -1 | Init: +2 | Perc: +5 | Rage: 6/6

Reijo simply frowns with arms crossed at the sleepy head of a dwarf, figuring Nhati might be a better choice to get her to do our bidding today.

Smirking at Bellamy's exhaustion, "Ye old fart. Geezers ain't be well suited t'keepin' up in this here line o'werk we be in."

How old does Iulia appear to be, Helio?


F Exotic Elf TBA

Suny continues to bounce and dance around. Being smiling, cheerful and happy to/with every one. At Reijo's words she slows and looks at them both.

"Is Bellamy whut's called 'Old', then?" She asks, seeming to note the large distinctions of age shown between Reijo and Bellamy for the first time.


Male Human Oracle (Heavens) L1/Bard (Seasinger) L1 - | AC16 (T12FF14) | HP 17/17 | Saves: F2R6W4 | Init: +2 | Perc: +4 (Dark 30ft) | Status: Normal

"Hey! I may not be a spring chicken like SOME girl bouncing about here is; But I'm not old neither!" Shouted Bellamy with outrage.


F Exotic Elf TBA

Suny blinks, boviously not understanding something.

"Wait? So's.. ye in't 'Old', then?" She absently scratches at her blond mop....


Male Human Oracle (Heavens) L1/Bard (Seasinger) L1 - | AC16 (T12FF14) | HP 17/17 | Saves: F2R6W4 | Init: +2 | Perc: +4 (Dark 30ft) | Status: Normal

No-Eyes stretched out in the shade of a pylon.
"Right! I am a mature man in the prime o' life!" He said primly.


F Exotic Elf TBA

Suny grins brightly at Bellamy's declaration, looking to Reijo...

"See? Bellamy says he in't old." (^_^) "He is 'Mature'." She repeats Bellamy's last word slowly, obviously doing her best to remember something which is new to herself.


Salty Sea Reavin' n' Slayin' Chap 2 -- HP: 22/22 | AC: 16 | T: 12 | FF: 14 | CMD: 17 | Fort: +6 | Ref: +4 | Will: -1 | Init: +2 | Perc: +5 | Rage: 6/6

"Oh, a mature man are ye now? In yer prime?" Reijo is quite amused at Bellamy's age sensitivity.

He smirks as he gets an idea. Looking to the dwarven woman, "Well iffin' goin' on account be too much fer a mature man, p'raps Sleepy here be lookin' fer some help 'round the place? I reckon ye be gettin' ta sleep on th'job a lot, so ye can get yer prime time naptime in!" Reijo elbows Bellamy in the ribs as he lets out a hearty laugh with intermittent smoker's coughing.

Pirate Speak:
Going on account = what a pirate calls piracy when trying to make it sound like a legit profession.

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"Today..?" Hartha glances up at the sky, as though pondering over the time of day. "It's sorta late, and it's not gon' be done tomorrer' anyhow. But I guess-" She shrugs. "-I can see what I can do." She reaches backward for a hammer and nearly stumbles off her feet. You hear the sound of a bottle rolling followed by a sudden crash of glass. She catches herself on the doorframe and spins herself back around to face the group. The unmistakable scent of rum wafts from elsewhere in her home.

"Aw, hells. There goes my hangover cure. Maybe tomorrer' then, if that's alright."

@Reijo: Iulia looks in her late twenties or early thirties. She's got the tattoos, scars, and bronzed skin of someone who's been sailing the seas a while.


Salty Sea Reavin' n' Slayin' Chap 2 -- HP: 22/22 | AC: 16 | T: 12 | FF: 14 | CMD: 17 | Fort: +6 | Ref: +4 | Will: -1 | Init: +2 | Perc: +5 | Rage: 6/6

Reijo speaks his mind aloud, "Sleepy ain't gonna get NUTHIN' done by tomorrer either!"

After grumbling, he quaffs his own flask of rum. Then he tells Hartha, "Ya gonna gets it done alright. Cause I be helpin' ya!" The frustrated man then proceeds to help himself to Hartha's tools and begins to get to work on adjusting the masthead...

He ignores any protests from the dwarf. As he settles in to work, he adds, "An' we be negotiatin' a MUCH lower price ta boot, ye hear. Dependin' on how much ye act'ly be doin' 'sides drinkin'..."

Make a fine masthead out of the drake statue:
Craft (ships): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26


F Exotic Elf TBA

Suny bounces forwards after Reijo's lead, giving the lady Dwarf a big hug on the way through, and sets to work helping.

Craft carpentry:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6 (Aid another)

Profession Sailor:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

Diplomacy:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Yay tha' dice roller. :P

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Hartha seems a little taken aback by the sudden entrance of Reijo, nearly losing her balance again as she whirls about on her heels and receives a sudden hug from a bouncy elf. Shaking off the confusion, she stomps after him. "Oi now, this ain't a shop for everyone to come about and break me things!"

From the number of bottles about, you suspect that Hartha had not yet stopped celebrating the Rum Punch festival. She grabs one and finishes a few drops at the bottom as she sidles up next to Reijo at one of the workbenches. She pushes a pile of old wood shavings aside as she leans forward to watch. "Huh. Yer pretty good." She smiles, throwing an arm around the sailor and nearly pulling the both of them to the ground as she loses her balance again. Suny dances past, hammers in hand. Bottles fall in her wake and roll across the floor. Hartha shrugs, glancing up at Reijo and smiling."Never did have no assistant... but I think yous and me could make this work!" She grabs a hammer and a chisel, suddenly dancing around the not-yet-masthead with the agility of a dwarf much less drunk than she. "And if'n this sailin' thing don't work out for ya, maybe you can come back here! We'll make a killin, ha!


Female Human HP- 48/48 AC- 19 FF- 15 T- 14 F- +8 R- +5 W- +6 CMD- 20 CMB- +6 Init- +8 Perc- +7 Rage- 5/6 Blessings 5/5 Fervor 1/4 Sacred Weapon 4/4

Vik climbs up on a barrel, her legs hanging over the edge, and folds her arms across her chest.

"Fine work ye got there."

"This here work not be for captains. We need to get sailin', and soon."


Female Human Arcanist/1 ; HP 7/7 ; Reservoir 6/7 ; AC 11, touch 11, flat 10 (Dex +1); Init +1; Fort +1, Ref +1, Will +2 ; Perception +3

Nhati sees that Reijo is doing a good job of convincing Hartha to get to work, by using his own skills. She says, "I'm going to go talk to Taryn to let him know we took care of his problem."

She will head down to the lumberyard with any others who want to go with her.


Male Human Oracle (Heavens) L1/Bard (Seasinger) L1 - | AC16 (T12FF14) | HP 17/17 | Saves: F2R6W4 | Init: +2 | Perc: +4 (Dark 30ft) | Status: Normal

Bellamy waived off Reijo.
"Don't bother me Reijo boy! I'm nappin. Ye can tell 'cause me eyes er closed. HEE he he!" He cackled, knowing he couldn't see under the eyepatches.


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Reijo is mildly annoyed at the dwarven woman's drunken distractions, trying to ignore her as he mutters under his breath while reshaping the piece to suit a proper ship. He seems to be rather focused, once he sets his mind to a task.

Bellamy's words manage to sink in though. Cracking a smirk, "Methinks 'at be why ye wears'em in tha firs place: ta gets away wit' sleepin' on tha job. That be why yer cookin' did send tha whole lot o'crew runnin' t'tha poop deck on more'an one occashun, ye did. Ha!"


F Exotic Elf TBA

Suny continues to bounce about, helping where she can.

Craft carpentry:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24(Aid another)

Profession Sailor:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

Diplomacy:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

"I yam makin' stuff!"

(^_^)

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While Nhati and those who cared to join her headed off towards the lumberyard, Reijo and company do their best to put a dent into the masthead work. Unfortunately, even as the sun falls low on the horizon and finally dips behind the momentarily placid waters of the sea, there's still a large portion of work to be done on the masthead. Simply not enough hours in the day to do all the doing, it seemed. At least Hartha was a capable carpenter, even in her drunken state. She squints in the darkening room, her chisel slowing. "Bah. Almost done with yer help, but still needs a bit more work here, and here, and... eh, here a bit. But no sense keepin' goin', less you want to make a mess of it in the dark. Should finish 'er up tomorrow easy."

Elsewhere, at Taryn's Planks, Nhati is almost immediately greeted by Taryn. The man looks more awake than he had (at least slightly) and decidedly less inebriated than Hartha was. "Oh thank the gods," he mutters as he offers Nhati a hand. "I was worried when you didn't come back. Guess you just took the long road home, then... I hope your hunt went well? Or am I going to have to find some new employees...?"


F Exotic Elf TBA

Flushed from all the excitement of the day, Suny gives a jaunty wave as she skips off to find some where to cool down, freshen up and thence find some where's to spend the night.


Salty Sea Reavin' n' Slayin' Chap 2 -- HP: 22/22 | AC: 16 | T: 12 | FF: 14 | CMD: 17 | Fort: +6 | Ref: +4 | Will: -1 | Init: +2 | Perc: +5 | Rage: 6/6

Slowly allowing his impatient mind to realize the dwarf is right, Reijo grumbles and grunts to himself as he places some finishing touches for the night. When he's done, he tosses his hammer down with a clank. With one more groan of disgust, his chisel is thrown clear into a wooden support beam like a dart, shattering an empty bottle of rum along the way... waking poor, nearby Bellamy from a sound slumber.

"Be back at th'crack o'dawn, Sleepy. Ye best be awake t'lets me in..." Reijo lets his words linger menacingly in the air to help ensure his sleepy host does not delay him any further.


Male Human Oracle (Heavens) L1/Bard (Seasinger) L1 - | AC16 (T12FF14) | HP 17/17 | Saves: F2R6W4 | Init: +2 | Perc: +4 (Dark 30ft) | Status: Normal

Startled awake, Bellamy just barely caught the body of the broken bottle before it hit the ground.
"What? What happened?" He said blearily as he cradled it in he arms.
"Oh no. No. No!" He exclaimed with dawning horror.
"Reijo! How could you! It was just a poor innocent bottle of rum. And now look at it. Look at it! Never to be refilled, never to feel that sweet touch of lips to neck..." He chokes.
"You monster! I can't even look at ye now..." He said as he turned his back on the freebooter.
Readys an action to run, if needed.


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Reijo frowns at the disheartened, ol... ahem, mature sailor. "Ye ole fart, ye be talkin' nonsense. Thar always be somethin' ta put yer rum in." Looking around at Hartha's vast collection of empty bottles, "'Sides, ain't no shortage 'round here."


Female Human Arcanist/1 ; HP 7/7 ; Reservoir 6/7 ; AC 11, touch 11, flat 10 (Dex +1); Init +1; Fort +1, Ref +1, Will +2 ; Perception +3

Nhati says to Taryn, "Yes, the hunt went well. We outright killed one of the drakes, and drove off the other two. I do not believe they will be giving you any further trouble. If they do, let us know, and we will be sure to deal with them in a final manner."


Female Human HP- 48/48 AC- 19 FF- 15 T- 14 F- +8 R- +5 W- +6 CMD- 20 CMB- +6 Init- +8 Perc- +7 Rage- 5/6 Blessings 5/5 Fervor 1/4 Sacred Weapon 4/4

"In fact....I think I'm gonn' take a nap."

Vik pulls her tricorne down over her eyes, and leans back against the wall.

"Wake me up when ye be ready to go will ya, Reijo?"


F Exotic Elf TBA

Continues to skip and cavort about town.

Perception:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

Diplomacy:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

(^_^)


Male Human Oracle (Heavens) L1/Bard (Seasinger) L1 - | AC16 (T12FF14) | HP 17/17 | Saves: F2R6W4 | Init: +2 | Perc: +4 (Dark 30ft) | Status: Normal

Poised to run, No-Eyes paused.
"Ah, ye know that were a joke son. Are ye feelin' alright there?"
He put his hand to Reijo's forehead.
"Maybe ye better take a nap yerself. Lie down there now!" He said authoritatively.

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@Reijo and the other craftspeople: So... it's going to take at least one more day of labor. You could work through the night (or opt out with Viktorra), but those who stay awake will be fatigued until you can get a proper night's sleep. (Hartha may also be unappreciative of your astounding work ethic.)

Taryn's face lights up at the mention of a slain drake. He looks a little less pleased that two of them still breathe, but there's a definite weight lifted from his shoulders. With a sudden spring in his step, he grips Nhati's hand in a firm and emphatic shake. "Excellent!" The man's native Taldan accent shines through in his excitement. "Any time you need anything, you come to me. I'll see that it's sorted out proper... I've got a bit of pull around town, you might imagine." The man winks, leaving the specifics of his 'pull' unsaid. "So," he continues, "You wanted some of the best lumber I had, right? Let's see about getting you sorted. Are you looking for sailin' wood or housin' wood...?"


Female Human Arcanist/1 ; HP 7/7 ; Reservoir 6/7 ; AC 11, touch 11, flat 10 (Dex +1); Init +1; Fort +1, Ref +1, Will +2 ; Perception +3

"Well, it was for sailing," Nhati says. "Our ship needed a new masthead, and Hartha told us that you were the one to get the lumber from. But, we had a bit of a surprise bounty when we drove off the drakes; they had a masthead in their lair, that I believe my companions and Hartha are now modifying for our ship! They may still require some lumber; I can get the order from them, and come back tomorrow morning with what's still needed."

(Unelss Taryn has more to say, Nhati will head back to Hartha's and find out what lumber's needed. She'll also suggest to everybody that we get a night's sleep and finish the job tomorrow.)


Salty Sea Reavin' n' Slayin' Chap 2 -- HP: 22/22 | AC: 16 | T: 12 | FF: 14 | CMD: 17 | Fort: +6 | Ref: +4 | Will: -1 | Init: +2 | Perc: +5 | Rage: 6/6

Though he knows Bellamy longer than the rest, the angry man does not like being touched. Instinctively, he grabs the old man's wrist before it gets to his forehead. Fortunately, the less-than-ample supply of sense Reijo does possess surfaces in the nick of time, and he releases Bellamy unharmed. With a sigh, he warns, "Keep yer hands t'yerself. Less ye be wantin' a hook fer a hand..."

The salty sailor then heads back to an inn to recover for the night. Before retiring for the evening, he downs a bottle of rum and consequently gives an unfortunate passerby of his 2nd story window a most unwelcome shower...


F Exotic Elf TBA

Suny, having given her friends a jaunty wave as things wrap up at Hartha's, skips off to experience what ever else the town has to offer.

Perception:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

Diplomacy:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

Eventually finding a cute and fun some one else to spend the night with. (^_^)

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As the group makes its way back to the God's Revel Inn, Suny finds no shortage of company near, around, and within. A number of patrons remember (fondly) her mostly nekkers jaunt across the town in pursuit of gold and glory. In the end, she settles upon not one, but two of the more acceptable applicants and books a private room of her own. Nhati and Viktorra consequently enjoy a suitably elf-free night...

I'll leave the details of Suny's company up to you!

Dawn breaks over Lilywhite, though the brilliant morning light is obscured by a rolling cloud bank. Darker clouds lurk on the horizons, and it seems likely that the day will not pass without a bit (or more) of rain. Still, there was a masthead to finish up and that could be done perfectly well indoors--at least until you had to go and attach the damned thing!


Salty Sea Reavin' n' Slayin' Chap 2 -- HP: 22/22 | AC: 16 | T: 12 | FF: 14 | CMD: 17 | Fort: +6 | Ref: +4 | Will: -1 | Init: +2 | Perc: +5 | Rage: 6/6

The night before...

Reijo cackles at the wet sailor below his window. The angry man below threatens the angry man above, and some very salty and highly heated words are exchanged. The next thing any nearby companions of his knows, Reijo is brawling with three angry sailors in the streets. Fists fly back and forth as the foolish men let out their rage upon each other.

Bloodied and battered, a barely victorious Reijo returns to his room and collapses onto his bed. A nearly emptied bottle of rum from his hand falls to the floor with a thud as he dozes off.

Morning

Black and blued from the night before, Reijo gets up at dawn, lights up, and heads off to Hartha's. If anyone comes with him, fine... and if not, fine.

Hartha is (likely) awakened by the sound of familiar thudding upon her front door, and the familiar and grizzled barking of that crazy sailor who wanted his masthead done yesterday.

"SLEEPY! GET YER BLOODY ARSE UP! WE GOTS WERK T'DO!"


Male Human Shaman 5 | HP 28/39 | AC 10 T 10 FF 10 | Ft +3 Rf +1 Wi +8 | Init +0 | Perc +6 l CMD 13

Ol' Salty is up roughly an hour before the first sign of dawn. He does some stretching to waken the old bones, then slowly walks downstairs to make some tea. He then returns to his room and looks out his window to gaze upon the great waters of Lilywhite. Sipping his tea, the old sailor ponders to himself about the events that may occur today. With any luck, the winds and rains of Ol' Gozreh won't be too terrible.

And with that, Ol' Salty sits cross-legged on a pillow which he lay on the floor, and begins meditating.

Lil' Fisher, on the other hand, had no interest in the old man's tranquility. For he quickly dashed off into the waters for a round of playing with the fish (and eating them too!).

Magic for the day:

Wandering Spirit: Lore
0th level spells: Detect Magic, Light, Read Magic, Resistance
1st level spells: Bless, Comprehend Languages, Read Weather, Wave Shield
2nd level spells: Commune with birds, Guiding star, Spiritual weapon

Ol' Salty then casts Read Weather, and Guiding Star in his room.

Read Weather:

This spell allows you to forecast the weather at your location for the next 48 hours, providing you with advance warning of storms, tornadoes, and so on. This forecast reveals only the weather that would arise naturally, and does not take into account any magical occurrences that might change the weather.

And yes I'm spending the 25gp for ze bonez

Guiding Star:

You form a bond with your surroundings when you cast this spell. For the remaining duration of the spell you can always, as a standard action, determine your approximate distance from that area as well as the direction you must travel in order to reach it. You cannot determine the location of the area if you are on a different plane. The area counts as "very familiar" for the purposes of teleport or similar spells. You can only attune yourself to one location at a time. If you cast the spell at another spot you lose the ability to locate your original area.


Female Human Arcanist/1 ; HP 7/7 ; Reservoir 6/7 ; AC 11, touch 11, flat 10 (Dex +1); Init +1; Fort +1, Ref +1, Will +2 ; Perception +3

Nhati wakes up, refreshed and (mostly) healed. She spends some quiet time studying her spellbook, reminding herself of all of her spells so that she might quickly be able to fix them in her mind later, and selecting a few to fix into her mind now.

Tai, the parrot, stands on one of the rafters looking out the window and (surprisingly) remaining quiet.

That done, she heads to the common room of the God's Revel Inn to meet with the others of her group.

"Let's go to Hartha's, and see about getting that masthead finished. Does anybody want to go check in with Iulia to make sure there's nothing else we have to do before we can finally set sail?"


Male Human Shaman 5 | HP 28/39 | AC 10 T 10 FF 10 | Ft +3 Rf +1 Wi +8 | Init +0 | Perc +6 l CMD 13

"I can go see Iulia an' pass on any messages like." offers Ol' Salty, now eating some of Lilywhite's fresh fruit.

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As Reijo and company return to Hartha's Headstones bright and early to finish the job, it comes as a surprise to find a lamp already lit behind veiled windows. Pushing open the unlocked door, the once-sleepy dwarf is caught up in a cacophony of activity. Countless woodshavings litter the floor, catching the breeze coming in from the open door and scattering like insects from an open flame.

Hartha glances over her shoulder, deep bags under her eyes. "Oh, you're back! Huh, when did you even leave...?" She glances past you, noticing the dim light of a cloudy dawn. Her lamp flickers with a dearth of fuel, having been running for hours on end. She scratches her head. "Huh. Nevermind, you got me goin' and I weren't about to be shown up by some softblood human in my line'a work." With a bit of a flourishing spin on her workstool, she directs attention to the masthead--for that's what it undoubtedly was now. Curved at just the right angles to mount foremast on a proper vessel, Hartha had gone all the way with her work and added little embellishments and details that had faded in the unknown years the statue had sat idle. The drake now looked ready to pounce upon whatever prey may lie before its final resting place. There was no wonder why Hartha stayed in business. "So, how's you like her? Just got a little bit of cleaning 'er up to do, and then she's ready for mounting. Ah, and I don't do painting, if you're into splashes of color like that. I just make 'em."

Meanwhile, down at the docks...

Ol' Salty:
Your divinations come back mostly as you anticipated--the day is due for a stormy evening. While the night will be humid and windy with the aftermath of the storm, most of it will have passed except for a few waves of drizzling rain. The morrow looks to be as fresh a day as any sailor could hope for, with fine winds blowing along the trade lanes.

Ol' Salty spots Iulia before she sees him. She's busy once more giving crack-of-dawn orders to a few of the sailors, laughing as they scurry off into Lilywhite to procure this day's preparations for sail. As the man walks closer, she takes note of the greybearded sailor and nods, a slight smirk on her face. "Glad to see the oldie don't mind early. You lose the rest of yer gang?"


Male Human Shaman 5 | HP 28/39 | AC 10 T 10 FF 10 | Ft +3 Rf +1 Wi +8 | Init +0 | Perc +6 l CMD 13

Ol' Salty stands attentively, but he returns Iulia's smirk. "Reportin for duty, Quartermaster. Nhati n Reijo are workin on the masthead with Hartha, No-Eyes n Viktorra are most likely sleepin still, Suny ran off and never came back, and me otter's fishin in the sea like. I admit, Quartermaster, the group may be experienced sailors, but they ain't seemin t'have much discipline. Back in my day, it was "Yes Cap'n!" Or ye never set foot on the ship again. I'll be takin your command t'day and spreadin it to the others like. So what can I do for ye, ma'am? If'n ye be interested, I did some rituals teh see what the weather be like from Ol' Gozreh."


Female Human HP- 48/48 AC- 19 FF- 15 T- 14 F- +8 R- +5 W- +6 CMD- 20 CMB- +6 Init- +8 Perc- +7 Rage- 5/6 Blessings 5/5 Fervor 1/4 Sacred Weapon 4/4

Last night

A few hours after Reijo and the crew left, Viktorra woke up sometime during the night, and went back to the inn in order to get a true nights' sleep.
After declining invitations for company in many different beds, some several times, she finally makes it to her room, where she passes out almost immediately.

This morning
Vik wakes up, thanks Besmara she's still alive, and then prays to the Pirate Queen before greeting the day.

Hoping to find the rest of her group, she returns to Hartha's, where she walks in on the finished masthead.

"Well, I'll be damn'd. Ye actually got it finish'd."


F Exotic Elf TBA

Skipping into Hartha's all bright and bouncy, every one notices Suny is wearing some one else's shirt again on this new day.

The tanned Elf smiles to her friends and looks on, quite amazed and impressed, by Hartha's work. Skipping over she hugs th Dwarf lass,

"T'is simply amazin' whut ye done. Is awesome-est stuffs!"

Diplomacy:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26 (^_^)

Suny then bounces out and begins seeking a cart and such to help transport their prize back to the ship.


Female Human Arcanist/1 ; HP 7/7 ; Reservoir 6/7 ; AC 11, touch 11, flat 10 (Dex +1); Init +1; Fort +1, Ref +1, Will +2 ; Perception +3

Nhati admires the masthead. "That's nice work! Hopefully the quartermaster-- and the captain!-- will be pleased."

She will assist Suny in finding transport.


Male Human Oracle (Heavens) L1/Bard (Seasinger) L1 - | AC16 (T12FF14) | HP 17/17 | Saves: F2R6W4 | Init: +2 | Perc: +4 (Dark 30ft) | Status: Normal

No-Eyes followed along after Reijo at a more leisurely pace.


Salty Sea Reavin' n' Slayin' Chap 2 -- HP: 22/22 | AC: 16 | T: 12 | FF: 14 | CMD: 17 | Fort: +6 | Ref: +4 | Will: -1 | Init: +2 | Perc: +5 | Rage: 6/6

Reijo puffs at his pipe while observing the piece. While scratching his bearded chin, "Hmpf. Suppose it'll do." While the work is impressive, the greedy freebooter doesn't want to seem too indulgent of her ego... lest she jack up her price.

"Right then. Here ye goes." The pirate tosses a small pouch to Hartha. His mates recognize it as Iulia's pouch, if they're paying attention. "Let's get'er up an'out. We gots a ship t'catch," he orders his mates as he jumps in to lift the masthead onto whatever Suny and Nhati might find.

GM:
The coin pouch contains 100 gold coins.


Female Human HP- 48/48 AC- 19 FF- 15 T- 14 F- +8 R- +5 W- +6 CMD- 20 CMB- +6 Init- +8 Perc- +7 Rage- 5/6 Blessings 5/5 Fervor 1/4 Sacred Weapon 4/4

Vik jumps after Suny when she sees her duck in, but then exit.

"Hey! Elf! Where'd you hid' my shirt?" she yelled out the door.

Looking back at Reijo, Vik nods before stepping out.

"Hold on, Reijo, I'll be back!"


F Exotic Elf TBA

Suny spins about at Viktorra's call.. blinking and looking down at what she's wearing.

"Um... shirt?" Then she grins brightly,

"I has a SHIRT!" (^_^) And points to herself before looking thoughtful.

"I... um... There was a few lyin' about tha' place when I woke-d up...." Then Suny brightens again. "I can be showin' ye!" She offers cheerfully. "Saffron an' Jade be right fun peoples!"

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Hartha shrugs off the elf's hug, then snaps the pouch out of the air and peers inside, picking at the coins and quickly summing up the amount in her head. "Eh," she finishes, waving a chisel in the air--making sure to give Viktorra a careful glance over her comment. "A bit low, but I suppose I can let it slide seeing's how you helped out with the cleaning and smoothing of it all." She leans over and lobs the pouch onto a nearby table. "Go on and get yer wagon or whatever that mad elf's lookin' for... I'll have her finished in an hour or three."

It was early enough that most of the porters and carriers about town were either still sleeping or still drinking. Those few that were awake were typically in the employ of another already. And finding an empty cart was as rare as finding a forgotten drop of ale at the bottom of Cayden's cup. Fortunately, you spot one down by the dockside with a half-asleep porter leaning upon it... though there's little wonder why the lanky, wobbly fellow hasn't yet been hired on for a job.

Back at the docks...

She nods agreement to the much older sailor, though something in her demeanor tells you she might not follow such a traditional code quite perfectly herself. "Fair enough, so long as you lot get the masthead done. The rest of the boys are running about town fetching up the rest of the supplies, so the last bit of work ye'll get is fixing her to the ship. You can take the launch and a crewman with 'er whenever yer ready." She thumbs over her shoulder at the small rowboat, then offers Ol' Salty a weak grin. "Should be fun watching an overly bouncy elf and a grump try to get along while you get 'er on there. Best of luck with that, oldie."


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Helio wrote:
"Should be fun watching an overly bouncy elf...."

Rilly?

*Looks down at self and 'test bounces' said anatomy...*
Gee.. I be thinkin' Viktorra be more bouncy than m'self...
*Goes over and does a 'test bounce' comparison...*
See? Much more bouncin' here.. *Points at Viktorra with one hand...* Than here...*Test bounces Victorra still with one hand while doing comparative 'Test bounce' with the other hand...*

(^_^)

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*facepalm*

<3 Suny


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Female Human Arcanist/1 ; HP 7/7 ; Reservoir 6/7 ; AC 11, touch 11, flat 10 (Dex +1); Init +1; Fort +1, Ref +1, Will +2 ; Perception +3

Nhati is glad she's not part of this test.... She's not high enough level for Baleful Polymorph, which would be the proper response.


Male Human Oracle (Heavens) L1/Bard (Seasinger) L1 - | AC16 (T12FF14) | HP 17/17 | Saves: F2R6W4 | Init: +2 | Perc: +4 (Dark 30ft) | Status: Normal

Bellamy walks into a tree while Suny does her 'test bounce'; though it must be a coincidence, as he has eyepatches over each eye.

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