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Curse of the Crimson Throne Roll20

Feel free to begin role playing through traveling so far on the vessel as it makes from port to port.


Male Human Rogue Unchained | HP 15/15 | Hero: 1/3 | AC: 15 FF: 12 Touch: 13 | CMD: 12 CFF: 9 | F: +1 R: +5 W: +1 | Init: +7 | Per: +5 SM: +1 | Status: Normal

Nimar strides across the deck of Jenivere nimbly avoiding the bustling crew. "Anyone seen Sasha today? She owes me a drink!" he calls out with a grin.


Female Half Giant Soulknife (Gifted Blade) | HP: 19/19 | NLD: 0/19 | PP: 4\4 | Hero: 1/3 | AC: 15 FF: 14 Tch: 11 | CMD: 18 FF: 17 | Saves: F +2 R +3 W +4 | Init: +1 | L-L Vision, Per: +6, Sen. Motive +1 | Status: Normal |

Nymra leaned over the port-side railing, in her now accustomed spot that kept her out of the way of the deckhands. She had spent most of her life traveling, but never aboard a ship, much less out on the open ocean. She spent her nights drinking and gambling with some of the crew, and her days in this spot, soaking it all in. The deep sparkling blue of the sea, the salty yet sweet smell of the ocean air, the wind and spray in her face. This was what it was all about for her. Never had she felt more free. She knew from what other travelers had told her that the Mwangi Expanse was a stark contrast to the beautiful ocean. A land filled with foul smelling swamps, biting bugs, poisonous snakes, and other unknown dangers. She knew she should enjoy this while it lasted.

So she stood leaning against the railing, lost in her thoughts and daydreams.Maybe, someday when I hit it big, maybe I'll get my own ship, sail it 'round the world, go where I please. She took a mouthful of mead from her waterskin. Aye, that'll be the day, she thought to herself with a smile.

As Nimar makes his presence known above deck, she shoots him an icy glare.
"Bloody smug bastard," she mutters, taking another swig from her skin.
"Aye," she calls out with a mocking grin, "I saw 'er take a leap over the railin' when she heard you was lookin'! Best head in after 'er!"


Male Human Rogue Unchained | HP 15/15 | Hero: 1/3 | AC: 15 FF: 12 Touch: 13 | CMD: 12 CFF: 9 | F: +1 R: +5 W: +1 | Init: +7 | Per: +5 SM: +1 | Status: Normal

Nimar's grin only grew wider, "You were mistaken, it was your mead breath she could smell a mile away that made her jump!"

He wondered if today would be the day he would finally win the exotic woman over. Likely, she'll never let go of that day we met he thought, recalling their tipsy conversation in a hole-in-the-wall tavern the name of which Nimar had long forgotten, But what woman can resist me forever?

Strolling over to Nymra, he leaned against the railing near her and put on his best charming smile. "C'mon, Nymra. We're headed somewhere both ancient and fairly new. We should put our history where it belongs and look ahead. What do you say?"

Not that Nimar really left things in the past, but he knew it would be best if the two could be on better terms going forward.


Male CN Human Cleric (Tempest) 2 | HP: 14/14 | AC: 18 | Ins +6, Perc +6, Pers +2, Surv +6 | Saves: S2, D-2, C0, I-1, W6*, Ch2* | Init +2 | PP: 16 | Spd: 30' | Insp: No | HD: 1/2 | Spell DC: 14 | Spells: 1 (0/3) | Channel 0/1 | WoS 1/3 | Status: Normal

June 30, 2016.

I think.

It's been a year since I've found myself in this strange new land. Full of magical creatures like those found in children's fairy tales or in the movies. Except a lot more strange. I don't really know what to do with myself. My unit probably considers me MIA, and I don't think anyone will ever believe me if I tel them the truth. That's assuming I'll ever get back.

Which is why I find myself here, on this ship, the Jenivere. I've heard of a man who might be able to help me. He goes by the name of Nimar - something I would have sworn was made up as a cover, but there are so many strange names in this place that I'm no longer certain. He's supposedly an expert in ancient artifacts, and from what I've heard, one of those will hopefully get me home. Hopefully.

I've had to learn a new language here. Something called Taldor. It's surprisingly similar to English; similar sentence structure, verb usage, and more. I keep having to learn new words by asking what things are called. I swear everyone here must think I'm an idiot. Damn language barriers. And I've started this journal log to practice the language; I'm hoping it'll help me improve and I'll stick out less.

Neil can be found on the deck, writing in a book. He's off shift right now, and while most of his crew mates would be drinking, sleeping, or gambling, he contents himself to writing and reading.

Looking up, he sees the man who will hopefully help him. The man seems to be flirting with the tallest woman Neil has ever seen. Getting to his feet, Neil puts his book away and walks over to the man.

So.. What brings the two of you aboard the Jenivere? he asks in a casual manner.


Female Half Giant Soulknife (Gifted Blade) | HP: 19/19 | NLD: 0/19 | PP: 4\4 | Hero: 1/3 | AC: 15 FF: 14 Tch: 11 | CMD: 18 FF: 17 | Saves: F +2 R +3 W +4 | Init: +1 | L-L Vision, Per: +6, Sen. Motive +1 | Status: Normal |
Nimar wrote:
Nimar's grin only grew wider, "You were mistaken, it was your mead breath she could smell a mile away that made her jump!"

"Ha! You are a funny little man." she says with a chuckle.

"You wanna put the past behind us eh? Then 'pologize fer callin' me a liar. You an' I both know your first wasn't sincere. Slayin' river drakes is a sacred tradition in my tribe, meant to mark the comin' of age of a tribe member. You callin' me a liar is akin to to sayin' I'm naught but a child." She explains, affixing Nimar with her icy glare once more. Nymra then notices Neil walk up to them. She recognizes him as a crew member, but his name escapes her.
"Oh, 'ello friend!"She says with a smile. "What brings me aboard the Jenivere is somethin' you likely 'ear a lot from other travelers. Adventure, glory, gold, and hopefully somethin' that can equal me in a fight." She lets out a hearty laugh at that last part. She takes a swig from her skin, then offers it to Neil.


Female Human Oracle 1 | HP 10/10 | Hero: 1/3 | AC: 15 FF: 12 Touch: 13 | CMD: 14 CFF: 12 | F: +3 R: +3 W: +4 | Init: +2 | Per: +1 | Sense Motive: +5 | Status: Normal

Lesedi stands at the bow of the ship, gripping the railing tightly. She stares off into the distance towards the jungle, lost in thought, her long white garbs following in the wind.

So it has come to this... What calls me back, I cannot say... One thing remains certain though... This is my destiny.


Male Human Rogue Unchained | HP 15/15 | Hero: 1/3 | AC: 15 FF: 12 Touch: 13 | CMD: 12 CFF: 9 | F: +1 R: +5 W: +1 | Init: +7 | Per: +5 SM: +1 | Status: Normal

Saved by the oddball! How many times I have told her that just because I said, 'seeing is believing,' does not mean I doubt her? As for Sir Tries-to-Act-Normal here, remember not to show your hand just yet. You don't know where he comes from or what his game is and you have been overly trusting before. Sky Citadels are serious business, and if your research is right, the key to reconstructing them may just lie in those jungles.

"Oh, you know," Nimar states in a nonchalant tone, "More or less the same as Nym said. Except, more gold and glory, less adventure and fight."


Male CN Human Cleric (Tempest) 2 | HP: 14/14 | AC: 18 | Ins +6, Perc +6, Pers +2, Surv +6 | Saves: S2, D-2, C0, I-1, W6*, Ch2* | Init +2 | PP: 16 | Spd: 30' | Insp: No | HD: 1/2 | Spell DC: 14 | Spells: 1 (0/3) | Channel 0/1 | WoS 1/3 | Status: Normal

Thats another odd thing about this place, Neil sad somewhat to himself, everyone seems to do things in the name of adventure and glory. I swear, I've never heard of that until I got here.

Neil gives his head a small shake, and a bit more loudly he says, Nevermind that. I'm Neil. He proffers his hand. And you are Nimar, I believe? I've heard your reputation; expert in ancient ruins and technology?


Male Human Rogue Unchained | HP 15/15 | Hero: 1/3 | AC: 15 FF: 12 Touch: 13 | CMD: 12 CFF: 9 | F: +1 R: +5 W: +1 | Init: +7 | Per: +5 SM: +1 | Status: Normal

So strange. I have to write to that hobgoblin I met back in Brevoy. He said something about passing through Numeria and how bizarre things were there, maybe he'd know what this guy is talking about. On the other hand, maybe he's crazy. He is muttering to himself. Could be delusions...better just smile and nod.

"Yeah, that's me," Nimar replies, keeping his smile frozen on his face.


Female Half Giant Soulknife (Gifted Blade) | HP: 19/19 | NLD: 0/19 | PP: 4\4 | Hero: 1/3 | AC: 15 FF: 14 Tch: 11 | CMD: 18 FF: 17 | Saves: F +2 R +3 W +4 | Init: +1 | L-L Vision, Per: +6, Sen. Motive +1 | Status: Normal |

Noticing that Nimar left Neil's hand hanging in the air, Nymra firmly shakes it.
"Name's Nymra, good to meet'cha! she says with a broad smile.
"So where is it you come from anyway? I'm from the north lands."


Male CN Human Cleric (Tempest) 2 | HP: 14/14 | AC: 18 | Ins +6, Perc +6, Pers +2, Surv +6 | Saves: S2, D-2, C0, I-1, W6*, Ch2* | Init +2 | PP: 16 | Spd: 30' | Insp: No | HD: 1/2 | Spell DC: 14 | Spells: 1 (0/3) | Channel 0/1 | WoS 1/3 | Status: Normal

Oh thank god; I was afraid that handshaking wasn't a thing here and I just made a faux pas, Neil says as he addresses the half giant, relief on his face.

ignoring the question for now, Neil asks, North lands, huh? I've never been there. What's it like? And I thought I heard you say something about a river drake? What's that?


Female Half Giant Soulknife (Gifted Blade) | HP: 19/19 | NLD: 0/19 | PP: 4\4 | Hero: 1/3 | AC: 15 FF: 14 Tch: 11 | CMD: 18 FF: 17 | Saves: F +2 R +3 W +4 | Init: +1 | L-L Vision, Per: +6, Sen. Motive +1 | Status: Normal |
Neil Ogea wrote:

Oh thank god; I was afraid that handshaking wasn't a thing here and I just made a faux pas, Neil says as he addresses the half giant, relief on his face.

ignoring the question for now, Neil asks, North lands, huh? I've never been there. What's it like? And I thought I heard you say something about a river drake? What's that?

Nymra doesn't seem to notice that Neil dodged the question, or his odd uncertainty. Instead, her smile widens as she always relishes telling people about herself and her exploits.

"The northlands, more oft' called 'Land of the Linorm Kings' is a cold an' rugged, yet beautiful place. Much of it is frozen, but there are marshes, and the whole place is teamin' with life."
Her smile fades and she takes on a more serious look.
"River drakes are dragons. They live around, shockin'ly enough, rivers an' lakes. They're fearsome buggers they are. 10 feet long, weighin' half a ton, fangs as long as yer fingers, an' if that weren't bad enough, they can spit acid." Nymra is no liar, but she clearly has no problem embellishing."The one I fought gave me this..." she pulls aside the chain and cloth on her shoulder to reveal a large acid burn that spans from the back of her shoulder to her chest, "...an' this." she takes of her left boot and pulls up her trousers to reveal a series of scars above her knee that appear to be a large bite that spans across most of her thigh. As she replaces her clothes, she continues talking, "That one made it's doom, bloody thing latched on an' I took the chance to lob his head off for 'em. Took this as a trophy," she says, brimming with pride. She then pulls on a chain around her neck to show a fang topped with iron with some writing in Giant, the fang itself measuring a good five inches. She tucks it back away, and her beaming smile shifts to a sadder kind of smile. "I keep it close to my heart to always remind me that one misstep an' I woulda joined the number that failed. I keep that in mind in all my fights."
She then holds up her meadskin, and calls out "To the fallen! May they rest well! She takes a long swig, then offers it to her companions.

Honestly, I have no clue if handshaking is a thing in this, but if it does, Nym is not the kind of person to leave someone hanging XD


Male Human Rogue Unchained | HP 15/15 | Hero: 1/3 | AC: 15 FF: 12 Touch: 13 | CMD: 12 CFF: 9 | F: +1 R: +5 W: +1 | Init: +7 | Per: +5 SM: +1 | Status: Normal

A look of embarrassment darkens Nimar's face for a moment. Confusion had left him looking like an Shoanti visiting the big city for the first time. Upon hearing Nymra proudly tell her tale for probably the tenth time, however, he recovers his composure. Knowing how it always ends, his hand is ready to grab her offered drink.

"The fallen! Their troubles are over now, or so I do hope!" he replies in toast. His own swig shorter than hers. "I'm sure your people have a way of honoring their own who have passed, where did you say you were from again? I find various cultures fascinating..." Nimar pries Neil as he passes the skin in the strange crewman's direction.


Male CN Human Cleric (Tempest) 2 | HP: 14/14 | AC: 18 | Ins +6, Perc +6, Pers +2, Surv +6 | Saves: S2, D-2, C0, I-1, W6*, Ch2* | Init +2 | PP: 16 | Spd: 30' | Insp: No | HD: 1/2 | Spell DC: 14 | Spells: 1 (0/3) | Channel 0/1 | WoS 1/3 | Status: Normal

Neil takes the proffered ski and takes a large swig.

To the fallen! He repeats, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.

To Nimar he says, I'm from the Yuesovay, and yes, we do. Theres quite a few, actually. Two I'm most familiar with are to give a moment of silence and think a prayer to ask God to forgive their sins and accept their souls into Heaven. Or, if we're drinking, spill a bit of drink on the ground as a symbol of the drink they would have had if they were here.


Curse of the Crimson Throne Roll20

The Sargavan merchant vessel Jenivere captained by Alizandru Kovack has been making good time and has been a smooth trip this far. As the sun sets, the crew begins to set alight the evening lanterns on the top deck so that normal evening activities can begin. Dancing, dice playing, story telling, and drinking.. Anything and everything to help with passing the time in the humid heat. The tables are cleared and cleaned as the cook begins to bring up fresh dishes. The swabs tap the casks and glassesand mugs are filled as everyone begins to sit and begin feasting and enjoying the revelry.

Which means it's time for Fortitude Saves (bonuses vs. poison do apply!) And so it begins...


Female Half Giant Soulknife (Gifted Blade) | HP: 19/19 | NLD: 0/19 | PP: 4\4 | Hero: 1/3 | AC: 15 FF: 14 Tch: 11 | CMD: 18 FF: 17 | Saves: F +2 R +3 W +4 | Init: +1 | L-L Vision, Per: +6, Sen. Motive +1 | Status: Normal |
Neil Ogea wrote:

Neil takes the proffered ski and takes a large swig.

To the fallen! He repeats, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.

To Nimar he says, I'm from the Yuesovay, and yes, we do. Theres quite a few, actually. Two I'm most familiar with are to give a moment of silence and think a prayer to ask God to forgive their sins and accept their souls into Heaven. Or, if we're drinking, spill a bit of drink on the ground as a symbol of the drink they would have had if they were here.

”I reckon I like that.” she takes the skin back and pours a bit into the sea. She stares into the waters for a moment, recalling the faces of friends she'd never see again.

”God? Which one?”


Male CN Human Cleric (Tempest) 2 | HP: 14/14 | AC: 18 | Ins +6, Perc +6, Pers +2, Surv +6 | Saves: S2, D-2, C0, I-1, W6*, Ch2* | Init +2 | PP: 16 | Spd: 30' | Insp: No | HD: 1/2 | Spell DC: 14 | Spells: 1 (0/3) | Channel 0/1 | WoS 1/3 | Status: Normal

fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

What's the fort save for? Is the food really that bad? Lol

What do you mean? Neil asks Nymra.


Male Human Rogue Unchained | HP 15/15 | Hero: 1/3 | AC: 15 FF: 12 Touch: 13 | CMD: 12 CFF: 9 | F: +1 R: +5 W: +1 | Init: +7 | Per: +5 SM: +1 | Status: Normal

"Yeah, I do too. I know some dwarves who would consider it blasphemy though. Yuesovay...is that in Cheliax?" Nimar glances at Nymra, as if trying to communicate his thoughts to the half-giant. Asmodeus? he wonders to himself.

Fort: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15


Curse of the Crimson Throne Roll20

The food is actually quite decent. It's the alcohol that starts flowing once the casks are opened that really livens up the party.


Female Half Giant Soulknife (Gifted Blade) | HP: 19/19 | NLD: 0/19 | PP: 4\4 | Hero: 1/3 | AC: 15 FF: 14 Tch: 11 | CMD: 18 FF: 17 | Saves: F +2 R +3 W +4 | Init: +1 | L-L Vision, Per: +6, Sen. Motive +1 | Status: Normal |
Neil Ogea wrote:


What do you mean? Neil asks Nymra.

”well, do you worship one in particular? Usually hear gods called by their name and not just 'god'.” She takes another long swig.

Fort: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16


Male CN Human Cleric (Tempest) 2 | HP: 14/14 | AC: 18 | Ins +6, Perc +6, Pers +2, Surv +6 | Saves: S2, D-2, C0, I-1, W6*, Ch2* | Init +2 | PP: 16 | Spd: 30' | Insp: No | HD: 1/2 | Spell DC: 14 | Spells: 1 (0/3) | Channel 0/1 | WoS 1/3 | Status: Normal

To Nimar, Neil says, No, no. It's an acronym, not one word. U. S. of A. Stands for the United States of America. So far, since I arrived in this place about a year ago, no one has ever heard of it. I'm not exactly sure where I am or how I got here, only that I was on a mission and we were hit by a bad Maelstrom; I was lost at sea for some time and when I finally washed up ashore, I was here. Well, in some place called Varisia - not sure if you've ever heard of it. And I'm looking to get back. I asked around and discovered that this place called Mwangi might have some clues about how to get back and I was told about you and how you may be able to help. So I gotta elf hired as a crew member on this ship to head south. I'm not really sure how you can help or what I'm going to find and how that will help; and I bet most people think I'm crazy. I don't know, maybe I am. But I'll tell you, everything I've experienced so far is drastically different than anything I've ever experience before.

To Nymra, Neil says, Oh. Um.. I didn't know there was more than one. Jehova, I guess? But no one really calls him by that name. Everyone just says God.


Male Human Rogue Unchained | HP 15/15 | Hero: 1/3 | AC: 15 FF: 12 Touch: 13 | CMD: 12 CFF: 9 | F: +1 R: +5 W: +1 | Init: +7 | Per: +5 SM: +1 | Status: Normal

"Uh...oh. Well," Nimar squints through his alcohol induced buzz, looking Neil over, "that is fascinating. You don't look extraplanar to me, but that is hardly my specialty. I have heard legends of powerful elementals and other beings from a variety of planes being summoned. Errors on the part of the summoner result in those beings going free somehow. Perhaps some sort of magical glitch altered your memory. Knowing of only one deity, and a name I have never run across, suggests that you probably originated from, I believe you said your god was a he? Yes, you probably originated from his plane." Nimar shrugs and refills his tankard. "There are Outer Gods which have had influence on Golarion in the past. Powerful, evil creatures said to await a return in a state of death and sleep simultaneously. Have you heard of...Hmm...I believe it is pronounced, 'Kith-ooh-loo'?"

Nimar glances around the table. He looks at the aloof Mwangi passenger, "Perhaps your people are familiar with Crewman Ogea's god? I know some of your tribes can pass down some interesting legends that aren't recorded in written form."

Without waiting for an answer, he glances back to Neil and quickly adds, "Varisia, I have heard of. Born and raised on a small farm between Riddleport and Magnimar."

I don't know if he's just buzzed or slurring drunk at this point, but clearly alcohol makes Nimar talkative. ;)


Male CN Human Cleric (Tempest) 2 | HP: 14/14 | AC: 18 | Ins +6, Perc +6, Pers +2, Surv +6 | Saves: S2, D-2, C0, I-1, W6*, Ch2* | Init +2 | PP: 16 | Spd: 30' | Insp: No | HD: 1/2 | Spell DC: 14 | Spells: 1 (0/3) | Channel 0/1 | WoS 1/3 | Status: Normal

Yeah, I was definitely going with the "more alcohol means he talks more" angle. :)


Female Human Oracle 1 | HP 10/10 | Hero: 1/3 | AC: 15 FF: 12 Touch: 13 | CMD: 14 CFF: 12 | F: +3 R: +3 W: +4 | Init: +2 | Per: +1 | Sense Motive: +5 | Status: Normal

After everyone is settled down and eating, Lesedi releases her death grip on the ship's railings and quietly walks to an empty seat at the table. She sits down and stares at the food in front of her for a few moments. Closing her eyes, she mutters something to herself and places a finger to the food. She then begins nibbling at it.

She casted Purify food and drink.


Female Half Giant Soulknife (Gifted Blade) | HP: 19/19 | NLD: 0/19 | PP: 4\4 | Hero: 1/3 | AC: 15 FF: 14 Tch: 11 | CMD: 18 FF: 17 | Saves: F +2 R +3 W +4 | Init: +1 | L-L Vision, Per: +6, Sen. Motive +1 | Status: Normal |

”United States of America? Can't say I ever heard of such a place. Well, if ya think yer answer lies in Mwangi, I'll be happy to help ya find yer answer. So long as there's potential for adventure and glory! Har!” With that, she let's out a hearty laugh then she drinks deep from her skin and thrusts it towards Neil.
Fort saved everytime we drink?
just in case fort save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21


Curse of the Crimson Throne Roll20
The Many-Faced GM wrote:

The Sargavan merchant vessel Jenivere captained by Alizandru Kovack has been making good time and has been a smooth trip this far. As the sun sets, the crew begins to set alight the evening lanterns on the top deck so that normal evening activities can begin. Dancing, dice playing, story telling, and drinking.. Anything and everything to help with passing the time in the humid heat. The tables are cleared and cleaned as the cook begins to bring up fresh dishes. The swabs tap the casks and glassesand mugs are filled as everyone begins to sit and begin feasting and enjoying the revelry.

Which means it's time for Fortitude Saves (bonuses vs. poison do apply!) And so it begins...

Fortitude Save for Lesedi: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15


Curse of the Crimson Throne Roll20

ROLL20.net is setup and ready to go. However, do not login until you have read the spoiler marked with your name on it. Please remember not to move any pieces on roll20 until after you have posted your action on this paizo forum. All dice rolls will occur on this site. FOR THIS FIRST ENCOUNTER, YOU MAY NOT POST YOUR ACTIONS UTNIL THE PERSON LISTED ABOVE YOU HAS ACTED.

The last thing you remember was climbing into your bunk. It was dark, wet, everything seemed to be swaying, and everything was a blur.

Neil Ogea:

You awaken on a tropical beach. Everything is quiet except for the lapping of the waves along the beach. You can feel the sand underneath your arms and a little bit of pressure pulling on your leg. Suddenly, searing pain shoots into your leg and as you look down, you notice what could only be described as a cross between a lobster and a scorpion munching on your boot. A quick glance reveals that you are not the only body on the beach, nor the only creature attempting to feed.

You may take a full, normal turn.

Nymra:

You may read Neil Ogea's spoiler and realize you are in the exact same position. However, you may not act until after Neil does.

You may take a full, normal turn.

Nimar:

You may read Neil Ogea's spoiler and realize you are in the exact same position. However, you may not act until after Nymra does.

You may take a full, normal turn.

Lesedi:

You may read Neil Ogea's spoiler and realize you are in the exact same position. However, you may not act until after Nimar does.

You may take a full, normal turn.


Female Half Giant Soulknife (Gifted Blade) | HP: 19/19 | NLD: 0/19 | PP: 4\4 | Hero: 1/3 | AC: 15 FF: 14 Tch: 11 | CMD: 18 FF: 17 | Saves: F +2 R +3 W +4 | Init: +1 | L-L Vision, Per: +6, Sen. Motive +1 | Status: Normal |

I won't be able to view the roll20.net until I get home later tonight or tomorrow night


Curse of the Crimson Throne Roll20

No worries about slow posting on the weekend guys, especially the holiday weekends.


Male CN Human Cleric (Tempest) 2 | HP: 14/14 | AC: 18 | Ins +6, Perc +6, Pers +2, Surv +6 | Saves: S2, D-2, C0, I-1, W6*, Ch2* | Init +2 | PP: 16 | Spd: 30' | Insp: No | HD: 1/2 | Spell DC: 14 | Spells: 1 (0/3) | Channel 0/1 | WoS 1/3 | Status: Normal

Aahhh!!!! Getitoffgetitoffgetifoff! Neil yells as he frantically kicks the wierd scorpion thing with his other boot. He tries to scuttle back a few feet, then draws his knife and leans forward to slam the blade into the thing.

Knife attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23
damage: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6


Curse of the Crimson Throne Roll20

The blade penetrates straight through into the creatures brain...you presume as it simply goes limp and stops moving.

Nymra may now take her turn.


Female Half Giant Soulknife (Gifted Blade) | HP: 19/19 | NLD: 0/19 | PP: 4\4 | Hero: 1/3 | AC: 15 FF: 14 Tch: 11 | CMD: 18 FF: 17 | Saves: F +2 R +3 W +4 | Init: +1 | L-L Vision, Per: +6, Sen. Motive +1 | Status: Normal |

"What in nine hells?!" Nymra shouts. Her eyes then start to glow blue with aetherial light as a seemingly crystalline handle appears in her hand. Then, a large crystalline blade that seems to be veiled in blue dancing light shoots out from the handle. She sits up, takes the handle with both hands, and swings at the creature.
Mind Blade attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26
Crit confirmation roll: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16
Damage: 3d6 + 6 ⇒ (2, 2, 2) + 6 = 12
if crit +: 3d6 + 6 ⇒ (4, 2, 6) + 6 = 18
Move action to summon Mind Blade, Standard to attack. What a waste of a crit XD


Curse of the Crimson Throne Roll20

Chef Nymra has managed to filet and dice the creature into bite size morsels ready for the stew pot. In the blink of an eye, the creature has gone from being the diner, to being the dinner.

Nimar may take his turn now.


Male CN Human Cleric (Tempest) 2 | HP: 14/14 | AC: 18 | Ins +6, Perc +6, Pers +2, Surv +6 | Saves: S2, D-2, C0, I-1, W6*, Ch2* | Init +2 | PP: 16 | Spd: 30' | Insp: No | HD: 1/2 | Spell DC: 14 | Spells: 1 (0/3) | Channel 0/1 | WoS 1/3 | Status: Normal

Holy S&*!! Neil exclaims as Nymra's sword materializes out of no where. How in the hell did you do that?


Male Human Rogue Unchained | HP 15/15 | Hero: 1/3 | AC: 15 FF: 12 Touch: 13 | CMD: 12 CFF: 9 | F: +1 R: +5 W: +1 | Init: +7 | Per: +5 SM: +1 | Status: Normal

"C'mon, mama, just a little longer, the cows aren't going anywhere," mutters Nimar. Moments later his eyes snap open in alarm. "Oh, come on! Again?"

Nimar deftly draws his rapier and stabs at the creature gnawing on his boot.

Rapier attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
Damage: 1d6 - 1 ⇒ (4) - 1 = 3


Female Half Giant Soulknife (Gifted Blade) | HP: 19/19 | NLD: 0/19 | PP: 4\4 | Hero: 1/3 | AC: 15 FF: 14 Tch: 11 | CMD: 18 FF: 17 | Saves: F +2 R +3 W +4 | Init: +1 | L-L Vision, Per: +6, Sen. Motive +1 | Status: Normal |
Neil Ogea wrote:
Holy S$%*! Neil exclaims as Nymra's sword materializes out of no where. How in the hell did you do that?

”Remind me to tell ya later.” she groans as she struggles to stand. Her legs go out from under her and she let's out a curse, then tries again. ”What the hells happened? Where the f$!@ 're we? What the f@&* 're these?!” Confusion is clearly becoming anger. Then, panic. My bag! The map! See starts scanning her surroundings looking for a trace of her pack. perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7


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Neil Ogea wrote:
Holy S*+#! Neil exclaims as Nymra's sword materializes out of no where. How in the hell did you do that?

Oh come on. You've seen star wars.


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Nimar wrote:

"C'mon, mama, just a little longer, the cows aren't going anywhere," mutters Nimar. Moments later his eyes snap open in alarm. "Oh, come on! Again?"

Nimar deftly draws his rapier and stabs at the creature gnawing on his boot.

Nimar's rapier hits home and stabs the lobster-like creature in its eye stalk, causing it to retreat back into the waves.

It withdraws.


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Nymra Jahana wrote:
Neil Ogea wrote:
Holy S$%*! Neil exclaims as Nymra's sword materializes out of no where. How in the hell did you do that?
”Remind me to tell ya later.” she groans as she struggles to stand. Her legs go out from under her and she let's out a curse, then tries again. ”What the hells happened? Where the f+~$ 're we? What the f#@@ 're these?!” Confusion is clearly becoming anger. Then, panic. My bag! The map! See starts scanning her surroundings looking for a trace of her pack. [dice=perception]1d20 + 5

At first glance you do not notice your pack or gear beyond what you are wearing. You do however recognize the scene; the beach, the rolling waves, the other bodies up and down the beach, some being fed upon by the same lobster-like creatures, large and small pieces of wood, both drift wood and what appear to be life boats.


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Lesedi Ohia may now perform a normal turn. Upon conclusion of her actions, there will be no more real turn by turn initiative. It will be more of a "you vs. me" combat. The initial fortitude saves were to determine who woke up first.


Male CN Human Cleric (Tempest) 2 | HP: 14/14 | AC: 18 | Ins +6, Perc +6, Pers +2, Surv +6 | Saves: S2, D-2, C0, I-1, W6*, Ch2* | Init +2 | PP: 16 | Spd: 30' | Insp: No | HD: 1/2 | Spell DC: 14 | Spells: 1 (0/3) | Channel 0/1 | WoS 1/3 | Status: Normal
The Many-Faced GM wrote:
Neil Ogea wrote:
Holy S*+#! Neil exclaims as Nymra's sword materializes out of no where. How in the hell did you do that?
Oh come on. You've seen star wars.

Staw Wars still had a handle that the blade came out of. :)


Female Human Oracle 1 | HP 10/10 | Hero: 1/3 | AC: 15 FF: 12 Touch: 13 | CMD: 14 CFF: 12 | F: +3 R: +3 W: +4 | Init: +2 | Per: +1 | Sense Motive: +5 | Status: Normal

Lesedi awakens to a strange crustacean gnawing at her boots. She rolls backward and attempts to stand up.

Knowledge(Nature): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

To know what that thing is.


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The crustacean is known as an ochre euryfterid. It is a small aquatic vermin similar to a water scorpion. It does have a minor stinger that it normally uses to poison and eat it's prey. As you move away, it takes a swipe at you with its small claw missing by a mile. Frustrated, it then turns and withdraws back to the ocean.

Claw: 1d20 ⇒ 1


Female Human Oracle 1 | HP 10/10 | Hero: 1/3 | AC: 15 FF: 12 Touch: 13 | CMD: 14 CFF: 12 | F: +3 R: +3 W: +4 | Init: +2 | Per: +1 | Sense Motive: +5 | Status: Normal

Lesedi catches her breath and checks her surroundings. She mutters under her breath, "As nice of a welcome home as I'd expected."

What happened? ...the food. It must have been drugged.


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As you glance around at your immediate vicinity, you notice other people waking up and finding themselves in similar situations. There are large pieces of wood everywhere, a few life boats, and a few people either dead or unconscious as their are numerous euryfterids still trying to feed on the bodies.


Male CN Human Cleric (Tempest) 2 | HP: 14/14 | AC: 18 | Ins +6, Perc +6, Pers +2, Surv +6 | Saves: S2, D-2, C0, I-1, W6*, Ch2* | Init +2 | PP: 16 | Spd: 30' | Insp: No | HD: 1/2 | Spell DC: 14 | Spells: 1 (0/3) | Channel 0/1 | WoS 1/3 | Status: Normal

Neil leans forward and takes a closer look at the weird crustacean. Looks like a mix between a scorpion and a crab; except giant. This thing has got to be 3-4 feet long.

know nature: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

Ive never even heard of such a thing! But a tail stinger for an underwater critter at least isn't out of the realm of possibilities, after all, a sting ray has one.

Looking around, he sees some other folks unconscious and in the same predicament.

Well, looks like we have to clean up a bit. With that, Neil gets up and takes a look around, looking for a boat hook or something similar.

perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

Assuming he finds one among the wreckage, he'll use it to hook up a crabion-thing chewing on an unconscious person and throw it back towards the ocean.


Male Human Rogue Unchained | HP 15/15 | Hero: 1/3 | AC: 15 FF: 12 Touch: 13 | CMD: 12 CFF: 9 | F: +1 R: +5 W: +1 | Init: +7 | Per: +5 SM: +1 | Status: Normal

"Still a couple over there," Nimar shouts, pointing to the southwest. "Nuisances."

He adds a few muttered curses under his breath as he hustles to help those still being threatened.

Taking a double move toward the ones remaining on the beach, moving a little inland, away from the surf. EDIT: Made a minor grammar edit in dialog. Internet is continuing to be wonky and I was too frustrated to hit preview first.


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Looking around, you don't find any boat hooks, but you do find some ordinary life boat paddles as well as your gear in the closest life boats to you. All together, there appear to be about eight of you shipwreckred survivors. Although so far only the player characters have regained consciousness. The euryfterids are small, have an AC of 14, have 2 claw attacks and a stinger attack, all at +0. They are mindless vermin and do not pose much of a fight. They are merely opportunistic feeders, and it slowly dawns on them that their opportunity is drawing to a close. Most will retreat to the sea rather than fight such large predators.


Female Half Giant Soulknife (Gifted Blade) | HP: 19/19 | NLD: 0/19 | PP: 4\4 | Hero: 1/3 | AC: 15 FF: 14 Tch: 11 | CMD: 18 FF: 17 | Saves: F +2 R +3 W +4 | Init: +1 | L-L Vision, Per: +6, Sen. Motive +1 | Status: Normal |

"Aye, someone check on them two up there." she says, pointing to the two bodies to the north. She then runs down the beach, past the surf, getting within five feet of the nearest crab-scorpion thing, and tries to get it's attention by yelling.

Double move down the beach, should get me adjacent one of the crabs, and just free action shouting lol

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