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Map of the Shackles

The Magpie Princess


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"And then," Duwella chuckles, lifting her own glass, "There were but two! I know who my money's on, and a little more if'n I was a bit younger!" She winks at Reijo, a playful grin on her face. She was a bit worn around the edges, having seen her fair share of years, but damned if Duwella couldn't party with the best of them.

Anyabwile directs the group with a pointed chin as he struggles with his end of the large fellow. "Just leave 'im... outside for some air... by the gods, did this man eat another patron? Maybe... ol' Redclaw's treasure's hiding in his gullet!" He starts, then quickly glances over his shoulder. "Aw, hell. Hope no one tries to find that one out fer sure."

Another platter of drinks is set before the two survivors of the drinking contest. As the room started to tilt and wobble around the two hearty drinkers, spectators from around the tavern came to watch. It wasn't many tables that made it all the way to the eighth round of drinks... or further.

Let round 8 begin!


F Exotic Elf TBA

Leaving Nhati and her pretty birdy to rest at the window with Lil Fisher, Suny skips and bounces over to poor Bellamy and begins to get the fellow back over to the window.

Str Check:1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

"Hmmm... maybe if'n I jus, kind'a maybe, roll 'im?"

Acrobatics:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

And so Bellamy makes his way over to the window...


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

"So *unf* what's this *unf* redclaw treasure ye speak of?"

By the gods. This big bloke be 'eavy!


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

Round 8

Giving Duwella a seated flourish before grabbing his next ale, Reijo smirks back at Duwella, "Me couldn't a guessed ye washh... washnn't a young wenchsh o'twenty winters. 'pologies none th'lesshh, me dearie, but me gots an eye each on these two shhaucies o'er here," nodding to Suny and Nhati with a grin.

The seasoned sailor then grins at Viktorra, "Bo'oms up, lass." After sniffing the ale, he downs it in one smooth gulp. Slamming the emptied mug down on the table, he pushes it closer to Viktorra, grinning like a competitive arse.

Seeing Bellamy hit the floor, Reijo laughs out loud and smacks the table. "Ole Blindey... be shhingin' in'is shhlumber now!" He teeters in his stool without seeming to realize it, but is still seated and ready for the ninth round...

Save for 8th:
Fort: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

ID 8th drink:
Knowledge (local): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25


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

Knocking Reijo's empty mug aside, Viktorra takes another from the tray and silently downs it. Her focus seems to be completely on Reijo an the drinks, although she does make a note of Suny's attempt to get the losers out of the way.

Fortitude: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

"'ahh! Tha' hit the spot! Anotha'!" she yells a little bit louder than necessary.
Drink Total- 8

[ooc]How many rounds can this keep going? xD[ooc]


Male Sea Otter Familiar HD 5 l HP 19/19 | AC 19 T 16 FF 15 | Ft +3 Rf +5* Wi +8 | CMD 10*

Think of it this way: Don't roll a natural 1


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 gives the hardy Viktorra a nod of respect, then slams the table to indicate where to place his next drink.

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"Just a treasure like... any other," Anyabwile says with a wink and a final shove. The large man plops down along the wall of Cailean's Keg without budging an inch. In fact, he looked like he was in an even deeper sleep now. "But you know how them legends are. Pirates and privateers gaining fame and fortune until one day... they just vanish. Dead? Captured? Just plain gone? No one knows, and no one really cares... it's the gold they've got eyes on!" He laughs, smacking the old sailor beside him. "I reckon you've got a tale or two of your own... care to share some over some dri-" He stops, glancing down at the slumbering giant. "Er, maybe over some grub instead. Assuming your friends aren't passed out yet..."

And passed out they were not.

"Bring another round! We've got professional drinkers in the house today!" Duwella shouted, as the crowd began to crowd the table. Chants had gone up on either side of the room, bets being placed on either competitor still sitting upright. A platter of drinks - mostly a formality at this point, since only two remained - clanked down onto the table. "Let the ninth round begin!"

It goes until no one is left standing! And since you have the same Constitution, your next saves will be a DC 18 Fortitude save. (5 drinks normally, 1 drink over the limit to become sickened, and 3 drinks since you've become sickened.)


F Exotic Elf TBA

Suny continues ta help Nhati, Lil Fisher and Bellamy. (^_^)


Male Sea Otter Familiar HD 5 l HP 19/19 | AC 19 T 16 FF 15 | Ft +3 Rf +5* Wi +8 | CMD 10*

Lil' Fisher is fast asleep, floating in the air... wait what?


F Exotic Elf TBA

*Gently rocks the little critter as they slumber in the hammock Suny has made for them out of her shirt and strung up in the window...* (^_^)


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

"Aye, ye could say such a thing. There was many times I figured a dead man I'd be. Most o' me stories the landlubbers won't believe, but teh 'ardy sailor worth his salt knows better."

Ol' Salty then noticed the large crowd of people around their table, and could barely make out the two remaining contestants.

"But first, me thinks I wanna see teh winner of this competition. I's a thinking it be the lass who makes it."


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

Round 9

Reijo grabs yet another mug and downs it, with a bit dribbling onto the table and floor. But most goes down, and he keeps it down. With a sinister smirk, he awaits Viktorra's undoubted collapse.

Hearing Anyabwile talking about dead pirates, the paranoia returns. "Whazzat? Ye be wantin' t'makes me vanissshhh, eh?" The drunken pirate tries to rise from his stool and nearly topples over. He reaches for his dagger, managing to grab a wooden spoon from the table instead, and raises it defiantly. With drunken anger, he seemed about to make a threat, but instead stares back and forth between Anyabwile and the spoon. In drunken amazement, he forgets his rage. Wonderment entirely comes over his demeanor now, "Wha sor'a 'nchantment be this? Ye turned me bloody knife 'nta a... 'nta a woo'en sshhpoon?!"

Drink tally: 9

Hold his liquor? You betcha:
Fort vs DC 18: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

ID the drink:
Knowledge (local): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17


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

Still reeling from her earlier nausea, Nhati shakes her head. "Are the really... really... still going? Ughhhh....."


F Exotic Elf TBA

Suny continues to gently rub Nhati's back with one hand,

"There there. Dun't be worried none 'bout what t'others be doin'. Ye rest an' get some fresh, sea air okeys?"

Diplomacy:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12


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

"Well...I guess me take another."

She picks yet another full mug, tilts it back, and slams the empty cup on the table.

Fortitude DC 18: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

"Anot..." Viktorra starts to yell, but then sways violently back and forth on her stool.
The alcohol finally catching up to her, she slides off and collapses onto the floor.

"Damn."

Someone finally won! Good job, Reijo!


F Exotic Elf TBA

Suny skips over and gives the winning Reijo a fierce congratulatory hugging, before helping poor Viktorra get herself to the window to start recovering alongside Bellammy, Nhati and Lil Fisher. (^_^)


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

"Daymn. Well me guess the young buck knows 'ow to keep 'is liquor. The man's always drunk!"


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

Letting out as hearty a laugh as he can muster (yet still bearing a sinister tone that simply is part and parcel of the dark man's idiom), Reijo throws the wooden spoon across the room in a random direction, then tosses his last emptied mug in another random direction. He enjoys the sunny lady's hug, and gives a knowing wink to Ol' Salty, "Now don'tchye be tellin' nob'dy me shh, shee, shecret t'takin' me liquor now!"

Looking expectantly at Duwalla now with eyes that shimmy from the drink, "Oi! Now whar be me bloody treashure?!" Half-focused eyes scan around for that silver chalice. Thinking a dwarf wearing an iron helm has the promised chalice on his head, Reijo attempts to grab the dwarf's helm and place it gleefully on his own head.

Thanks Vik, lol.

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A round of wild applause rings throughout the Keg. Cheers go up and coins are exchanged as bets are won and lost all around.

"Well....." Duwella says with a devilish smile. She holds up a large, engraved silver stein, a true work of art worthy of Cayden himself. "There's this. And then there's that!" She gestures with the stein, pointing to a much larger, golden, gem-encrusted stein that must have come straight from the hands of Cayden Cailean himself. Duwella winks at Reijo, slinking in behind him and throwing an arm around the drunken sailor. "The record's eleven rounds. If'n you make it to twelve, that right there is yours." She does her best to stabilize the man and direct his attention towards the golden stein. "Are ya up for it, lad?"

Another round of cheers go up through the tavern. The crowd obviously won't be satisfied until everyone is passed out on the floor!

DC 19 for round 10, 20 for 11, and 21 for the GOLDEN STEIN! Are you up to the challenge?


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

"Oh of course he is" jested Ol' Salty, more to himself than to anyone in particular.

"He ain't got nothin teh lose"


F Exotic Elf TBA

Suny moves politely away from those recovering at the window before adding her voice to those cheering on Reijo. (^_^)


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

With a maniacal grin and half-mumbled mutterings, was it something about killing birds in their sleep (?), the drunken sailor responds to Duwella by grabbing the next drink and downing it as the crowd cheers.

Releasing a substantial belch, he manages to continue standing, albeit a bit more wobbly now. He turns back to the stern-faced dwarf that he relieved of his helm. He thinks he's now replacing it, now that the real silver chalice is made known to him... except, it's actually the empty mug he places on the dwarf's head instead.

Somehow, the otter got the dwarf's real helm. And what he's using it for... well, let's just say the dwarf is not pleased.

Drink Tally: 10

Save vs Drink #10:
Fort vs DC 19: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

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Reijo downs his tenth cup of ale, somehow managing to hold onto both the contents of his stomach and his consciousness. The crowd goes wild. The Keg is growing almost claustrophobic, as passerby are drawn in by the sound of revelry and anticipation of a new record holder. Even the curmudgeonly dwarf (complete with brand new hat) spits a few coughs of laughter. He stands with a foot on a bench beside Reijo, his expression alternating between horror at what Lil' Fisher's doing to his helm, and pride of wearing the (soon to be) new champion's tankard.

"Excellent!" Duwella does the honors of calling over not only the eleventh round... but the twelfth as well. She sets them in front of Reijo. "When you're ready, lad. No pressure, hah!"


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 takes the helmet from Lil' Fisher, and proceeds outside. He washes as best he can by creating water - then returns it to the dwarf.


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 salty sailor o'the seas grasps his eleventh drink... then grasps the actual eleventh drink with his other hand upon realizing he had just tried to raise Duwella's arm holding the mug to his mouth. Giving the older lass a lascivious look, the drunkenness has clearly gone to the man's head as he laughs maniacally while attempting to take her into his arms... only to wrap his arms around a wooden support beam a few feet to her left instead.

Finally managing to stand without the support of the wooden beam and to get the next drink to his lips, Reijo downs it all in one long gulp. One quarter of the liquid splashes all about himself and onto the floor as the man teeters and totters, giving a few cheering fans a fright that they'd be squashed under the almost-falling-over armored man's body weight.

At last, with a smirk and rolling eyes that can no longer focus, "Me teethhh be a'fff... a'fffffff... a'fffloatin'!" he declares while spittling all over anyone unlucky enough to be in front of him. Reijo swiftly grabs the 12th drink...

...and before he can take a swig, he just as swiftly falls right into Duwella's arms! With a loud belch in her ears and an absurd grin, he falls into unconsciousness.

Save vs Drink #11:
Fort vs DC 20: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15 Doh!


F Exotic Elf TBA

Suny cheers and claps Reijo's efforts, even as the fellow swoons into the arms of Duwella. (^_^)

She returns to helping her other friends in their recovery, even as Duwella hefts an unconscious Reijo towards his recovery.


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

Viktorra doesn't lose her stomach...at least, not yet.
For now, she'll settle for taking deep breaths of clean air, while gesturing in the direction of Reijo and making a few sounds that sound a lot like no words you've ever heard.

Sorry for the late post, should be the last time for a while!


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

"...so much for the record..." Nhati says. "...but this is a festival for Cayden Cailean, so the bar is high..."

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"Yeah..." Duwella's disappointment is evident from her tone. You also note a few gold pieces exchanged between herself and Anyabwile before she helps lug Reijo away. The younger man looks rather chipper, despite a new record not being set this day. Anyabwile laughs, deep bellied and good natured as he pockets the coins.

The dwarf beside Nhati spits into his freshly cleaned helm before realizing he'd mistaken it for the tankard he was still wearing. "Course the bar's high, lass," he says, giving Nhati a friendly (if rough) pat on the back, "ain't ya seen where's town's located? The whole 'ing's high'p! 'Cept the docks, 'viously."

The festival's unofficial host groans at the bad joke, settling in at the table as the crowd begins to dissipate and return to their own drinks. "Well, I know Duwella's disappointed... but I'll see what I can do about getting the runner up a cup'a her own. You both damn near drank the whole place under the table! And while that's a reward of it's own, this wouldn't be Rum Punch without some real celebrating going on." He chuckles, watching Reijo join the slew of other drunks near the windows and just outside the door. "So, I'd like to be the first - 'fore Duwella steals the glory - to personally invite you folks to the parade tonight. You're all a damned riot! We could use more folks like you 'round Lilywhite year round! It'll be a big fireworks show after and all'a the rum you can drink, of course. But, uh, you might want to sober up a bit first. Not too much... but enough to walk straightish would be fair, I think."


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 picks up a new tankard, drinking heartily (but not so heartily as to end up at the window).

"Aye, I'd be delighted to teh be goin' to teh parade. But tell me, what'n is this 'Fireworks' ye be talkin about?"

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Anyabwile looks legitimately surprised at the older man's ignorance. "Ah, ain't never seen them, eh? Well, I'm not too surprised... they're a rarity 'round these parts. We bring 'em in from Varisia every year for Rum Punch; not sure if they make 'em or buy 'em up there. But they're quite the show! They rise high into the sky on a trail of flame, and explode with fantastic color!" He makes overly exaggerated motions with his hands as he describes them, even culminating with a mock explosion. His pictorial description does not help much, making him look more like a drunken fool than anything else. "Eh... you'll understand what's so great 'bout 'em when you see 'em."


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

Deep snoring can be heard over the crowd if and when it settles down somewhat, coming from the laid-out Reijo over by the window.


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 blinks. "You want us in a parade?"

The parrot on her shoulder tells her, "They want me. You can come too if you want."

Looking up at her shoulder, Nhati says, "Hush, you." She stands up... and instantly regrets it. "Oh......"

Sitting back down, she starts to think. She knows she won't look like much in a parade, but if there are fireworks, it might not matter. She thinks about what spells she has in her spellbook that she might burn into her mind in place of the ones she's got there that would make her more presentable in a parade....

GM: Assuming we go through with this, sometime before the parade tonight Nhati will use her "Quick Study" discovery, spend an arcane reservoir point, and swap out Mending for Dancing Lights. That's something you might be able to use to good effect in a parade....


F Exotic Elf TBA

Suny bounces, 'squees', claps her hands and other wise shows how enthusiastic she is about the whole idea of more fun and excitement which involves a parade. Though she has no idea what the word means she's sure it'll be fun! (^_^)


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

At this point, Viktorra still needs a few minutes to pull herself together.

"Jus'....jus' give me a bit. I be healthy enough soon."


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

"Zzzzzzz..."


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

Also out cold


F Exotic Elf TBA

Is helpin' people's recoverin' an' stuffs. (^_^)


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

Dreaming about shirtless Suny, naughty Nhati, and the beautiful Duwella (beautiful with drunken vision, at least).


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 casts Create Water over their heads.

"Al righ ye drunkards. Off'n teh bed witcha."

"Reijo, that was for teh smell"


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

Thinking he's been press ganged, the drunken and very paranoid sailor immediately reaches for his dagger and sword, kicks up onto his feet, and growls a clever war cry as he starts swinging and stabbing the next unlucky b@$+@^d with a thought to make him their swab.

That, at least, is how things played out in his drunken mind. In reality, Reijo grabs an empty bottle in one hand and a discarded apple with the other, and instead of kicking up to his feet, he manages to knee himself in the stomach. The contents of which then swiftly... are expelled. The drunken sailor then curls over onto his side, mutters "clever" gibberish to the floor, and, once more, happily returns to his dream of bare-chested beautiful women...


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

*Sploosh* went the water as No-Eyes was doused by Ol'Salty.
"M'up! M'up."
Bellamy heaved himself up onto his elbows and turned his head around wobbling.
"Did I win?" He asked.


F Exotic Elf TBA

Suny 'Squees' and giggles as water gets splashed every where. (^_^)

She continues to help folks who've taken a turn for the owrst in their drinking and having fun.

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Anyabwile chuckles and pats Bellamy on the back. "Everyone's a winner at Rum Punch. Especially the losers!"

Duwella chuckles at the bad joke despite herself. Unfortunately the general merriment is cut short by a sudden shouting match piercing the jovial atmosphere of the tavern. Eyes shot across the tavern to the source: a large orcish fellow (Full blooded or half-blooded, it's honestly rather difficult to tell) holding a gnome round the neck. Tusks protrud from his jaw, mere inches away from the gnome as he bellows into his face.

"Now tell me," the orc growls, finding himself suddenly backed up by a posse of three other equally angry looking men of various size, race, and disposition. "I heard ye know where Redclaw's treasure be hidden. And I'ma be the one to uncover it, and yer gonna be the one to lead me there. Else we'll break yer legs and send ya fer a swim!"

The orc cracks his knuckles and grips the panicked gnome's leg. The others around him close in, forming an angry meaty-sailor-curtain around the incident.

"Aw, hell," Anyabwile mumbles. "Not this again."

"Every year," Duwealla groans. "Rum Punch attracts the best of Cayden's followers, revelers, and supporters. And then there's these folks. The angry drunks. A disgrace! I guess I'd best go summon the guard... and find a good healing oinment for the little fella." She turns to leave, then remembers her good company. "Er, unless you folks would be so kind as to... 'handle' things? I'll just be over here, turning a blind eye." Duwella offers another lighthearted chuckle, but there's a serious anger in her eyes. Ill-natured bar fights in her temple-tavern were clearly not approved of.


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

"Oy!" said Ol' Salty to the Orcish fellow. "There ain't no need teh be grippin teh wee thing's neck. I's a also curious bout this 'ere treasure. Whatcha say we 'ave a drink an listen teh what the folks know bout it, eh?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

Can I ready an action without them knowing? I'd like to ready hydraulic push, but only if they can't tell.


F Exotic Elf TBA

Suny takes in the antics happening over the other side of the tavern, looks around,

Perception:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

And then simply climbs out the window,

Climb Check:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

The plan:
Suny intends to scamper over the roof and come at the events from above/behind. She'll take off her skirt and drop it over the big/bad guys head as she attempts to disarm him of Gnome. (^_^)

And with the dice roller givin' me that lower number it might be takin' a longer while than I be thinkin'... (-_-)

Least it weren't a '1' !(^_^)


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

"Zzzzzzz....."

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The orc shoots a sidelong glance over the gnome's shoulder and at the elder sailor talking him down. "What's it ta you, old man? You looking to get a piece of Redclaw's treasure fer yerself? I've already told this'un, and I'll tell ya, too. I'm claimin' that booty and there ain't a soul who's gonna stop me! I've even gots my boys here to help me haul 'er back!"

If you're not particularly obvious about it, I'll allow it. He and his buddies are pretty preoccupied with roughing up the gnome.

Meanwhile - Suny slips out the window she'd been relaxing beside and reaches for the nearest handhold...

...Which quickly snaps off in her hand, leaving a jagged piece of wood protruding from the side of Cailean's Keg.


F Exotic Elf TBA

Well.. as long as it dun't leave a jagged piece of splinter in Suny. :P

Nor drops Suny in't waters below. Not that she'd mind... Jus' means a longer climb, is all. (^_^)

*Scamper, scamper, scamper, scamper...*

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