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Game Master Sai Ling

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"I don't want to embarrass you, old man," Bern says, grinning and stretching, getting ready.


LN Female Human Warrior 1/Monk (Unchained) 4 | HP: 50/50 | AC: 18 (17 Tch 15 Ff) | CMB: +11 CMD: 25 | F: +9 R: +7, W: +5 (+7 vs enchantment) | Init: +2 | Perc: +10, SM: +6 | Speed 40ft | Stunning fist: 4/4 | Ki: 4/4 |SP:5/5 | Dream (+2 stealth or swim): 1/1| Active conditions:

Haven't had time to read up on Golarian elves, might take me a while to put something together.

Istiel watches from the celebration from the edge of the forest, leaning against a tree. Her shortbow held low and to her side, she slowly scans the crowd for any sign of danger. As the frightened yells of children fill the air all of her muscles immediately tense, an arrow being ripped from her quiver and knocked in anticipation.

When a few seconds later the yells turn to laughter, she lets out a disgusted sigh and relaxes, shaking her head. The only reason human children are better than goblin children is that they don't draw blood when they bite. She muses, a grin creeping across her face.

Spying Manari amongst the crowd, she cautiously analyzes her from a distance, brows furrowed. Slipping her shortbow over her head, she momentarily leaves her post to speak to the unknown elf. Approaching the woman with slow steps, she listens in on a conversation with Sorala. Istiel approaches them, and at a break in their conversation, speaks. "Did Sorala call you Manari? I have not seen you here before." She speaks in Elven, knowin full well Sorala can understand them. "You must be of the Harpy. I am Istiel. Were you pulled to these lands, or pushed?"

Her eyes flick to the side as a cheer from Gair is heard, her head tilting curiously. As the Kellid ranger begins to partially undress to wrestle her eyebrows raise slightly, and she does a poor job of pretending not to watch while speaking to Manari.


Male Human Warrior 1 / Ranger 2 | HP 23 / 26 | AC 15; Touch 12; Flat Footed 13 | CMD 18 | Fort +6; Ref +5; Will +1 | Init +2 | Perception +6

Shirtless, Gair joins his son in the cleared space, "No need to worry about that, I don't intend to let you.", grinning he drops into ready stance.

Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12


N Female Human Soldier 1 / Mystic 12 | HP: 83/83 | STAM: 109/109 | EAC: 28 KAC: 28 | F:+10, R:+8, W:+14 | Init: +8 | Perc: +24, SM: +20 | Speed 6 met | Spells: 1st: 4/6 2nd: 2/6 3rd: 5/5 4th: 2/4 Resolve: 4/10 Healing Touch: 1/2 Ammo: 20/20 Starlight Form 9/11| Active conditions: see invisibility; energy resistance 10 electricity, fire, acid); mindlink; superpowers; darkvision

Cueta winces a bit at Bern's quick pin of Eli, more concerned for the young man's pride than his safety. Well, we'll have to get Eli training for a rematch next feast. She smiles and approaches the proud father, removing a portion of her trail rations from her pack and handing them over, clapping Gair on the back. To Bern she says, "Well done, young northman! You've surely made your father proud today!" To the sheepish farmer's son, she smiles and says, "There's no shame in losing to this young man - he's had his whole life to train with his tribe. If you're interested in the way of the warrior, keep at it - I'm sure you'll beat the northman in no time! At least, I hope before I starve!"

@ Manari "I agree with you about the dangers out there. I plan on leaving as soon as possible to prune those threats before they blossom. Others can stay and argue over rules, but I thought the people of the Harpy should have someone speaking for their interests at the moot when it convenes. Of course, if you'd rather deal with more urgent things, I'm sure that your skills would be appreciated when we set out."

So... who wants to chair this meeting?


Male Halfling unarmored AC 14 Rogue(Pirate) 1
stats:
HP 9/9 Init+3 Perc+8 AC 18, touch 14, flat-footed 15 (+4 armor, +3 Dex, +1 size) Fort +2 Ref +6 Will +2; +2 vs. fear

To Ben's dismay his mother not only volunteers to help cook for the entire colony but practically takes over. when he suggests that she has just been through an difficult ordeal and should be resting she replies Ben, I have spent the last three days sitting on my hindend watching you and those two sailors row the boat. I am quiet rested, as for other events. It will be better for me to keep busy and not dwell on it.

Ben spend the rest of the evening with his family. He carries his three year old daughter around on his shoulders and plays with her for sometime in order to give Gwenydd a break. He attempts to make a doll for her to play with out of a bit of sail cloth and string but it is a hideous little thing and she refuses to play with it. He promises her that he will ask mommy to make a better one later.

craft(toy): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7


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Rassling:

@ Gair: I've no objection to playing out Bern vs. Gair in all its round by round detail, but I'm not putting the rest of the game on hold, so we'll spoiler it and move on.

init: 1d20 ⇒ 7

You're up.

Eli grins as Cueta approaches him. Clearly her attention is enough to balance any frustration he felt at being pinned so quickly.

This is tricky....

Manari gives Istiel a curious look and then gives her a sly smile.

"I was sent in command of a group of elven warriors to mark a place for our people, Istiel," she says, and then her voice drops to a whisper. "As you well know. আমি আপনাকে চিনতে, বোন. আমরা আড়াল করার দরকার নেই."

elvish:
"I recognize you, sister. We do not need to hide."

To Cueta, the elven woman nods her head and thinks before she gives a considered response.

"My purpose in coming to these lands was to create a foothold in this new world for my people. When the Harpy wrecked, I took charge of the survivors because I was able to conceive of and execute a plan. While I have some small skill with magic, the true reason I was put in command of the elven expedition was because of my learning. I can be of more use here than slogging through the wilderness."


LN Female Human Warrior 1/Monk (Unchained) 4 | HP: 50/50 | AC: 18 (17 Tch 15 Ff) | CMB: +11 CMD: 25 | F: +9 R: +7, W: +5 (+7 vs enchantment) | Init: +2 | Perc: +10, SM: +6 | Speed 40ft | Stunning fist: 4/4 | Ki: 4/4 |SP:5/5 | Dream (+2 stealth or swim): 1/1| Active conditions:

Istiel relaxes as Manari speaks to her of their mission, placing a hand over her heart and bowing her head. "I will give thanks to Desna tonight for guiding you back to us, commander. There was a skin-stealer on the loose earlier. Of all the fey..." Her mouth tightens, recalling the skinned body of the half-orc she retrieved with Gair, and the sailor whom they sent out to sea. The bonfire glints off of her dark eyes as she leans in close to whisper.

"আপনার ওয়ারিয়র্স ফাইভ এখানে আছেন, নিজেকে অন্তর্ভুক্ত. আপনার নির্দেশ?"

Elvish:
"Five more of your warriors are here, myself included. Your instructions?"


male Dwarf barbarian 3

After his morning prayers, Kal'Tos speaks to Vallen about what progress has been made on the smithy and how work will progress.

Afterwards he speaks to those who he guided back from the wreckage, checking to make sure they have a place to stay.

Then he speaks to Hassan asking about what security concerns he has about their settlement and mentioning that the topic of a governing council will be brought up at the meeting later and asking his thoughts on the subject.


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@ Kal'Tos: I'm holding off on responding as Hassan, in case Gair wants to.

"প্রথম আমরা বেঁচে থাকতে হবে," Manari says softly to Istiel. "আমরা এই পোকা সঙ্গে কাজ করতে হবে. অন্বেষণ করা, একটি পরী শহরে জন্য দৃঢ় জায়গা চাওয়া, আমার কাছে ফিরে রিপোর্ট. The fey has been dealt with. We will remain vigilant for others."

Elvish:
First we must survive. We must work with these mayflies. Explore, seek a strong place for an elven settlement, report back to me.


N Female Human Soldier 1 / Mystic 12 | HP: 83/83 | STAM: 109/109 | EAC: 28 KAC: 28 | F:+10, R:+8, W:+14 | Init: +8 | Perc: +24, SM: +20 | Speed 6 met | Spells: 1st: 4/6 2nd: 2/6 3rd: 5/5 4th: 2/4 Resolve: 4/10 Healing Touch: 1/2 Ammo: 20/20 Starlight Form 9/11| Active conditions: see invisibility; energy resistance 10 electricity, fire, acid); mindlink; superpowers; darkvision

Cueta raises an eyebrow at the talk of "footholds" and "her people", not missing the exclusionary subtext there. Having heard tales of legendary elven haughtiness she decides that flattery will get her everywhere.

"I knew from the moment we met that you had a singular sense of purpose. You can just see it some people, I suppose - the way they carry themselves, as if they have a sense of their place in the world," Cueta gestures to gathering ongoing around them, "no matter how turned around that world can become."

"Manari, if I may, mage, protector, I beg you not to forget the rest of your people. You took charge because you had to - I understand - but just as you tasked me with the responsibility of seeing your sick and infirm home safely, you took on that responsibility yourself, intended or not. The people I took with me on those boats spoke of you in reverent terms, for without you, they would all be just names in the dead-scrolls. All the people of the Harpy look to you for guidance, safety, and assurance I can assure you of that. You guided them through dark times - whether it was your intention or not, they - we - are you people now too.

Manari, mage, protector, I have another thing to add - and I hope you understand that I say this only as a compliment... Your people and mine, they are not so different in many ways. Of course, yours are more beautiful, graceful, and longer lived, but both our people grow up among the beauty and terror of the natural world, both make their way amongst the world's bounties, and both can be fierce warriors when times call upon it. I - like you I'm sure - was blessed to spend my childhood among those who understood the values of community and working within the natural world, and the singular importance of freedom ok, so she's being a bit vague here, going out on a limb.... If we are successful here - people will come. Elves, humans, many others. Now is the time for us to stake a claim and work together to make this new world the best place it can be for all our people. Your guidance for all of us would be appreciated."

trying to put a friend in my pocket for later...

diplomancy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14


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Manari listens to Cueta's words, nodding occasionally, seeming to take what might seem like flattery as a reasonable assessment of her abilities. She smiles indulgently at the comparison between the Mwangi and the elves, but she waits until Cueta has finished before she replies.

"We are all in the same situation. Our survival is far from assured. Each of us is needed and needful. Do not fear that I will take Istiel and the others and abandon you. I spoke to you of my purpose in coming to this land because there is no reason to hide it. Should the time come that it is practical to safely start an elvish community, we will do so. I would hope we would be seen as friends and allies to this community, or any other. With only six of us here, I think that time is a long way off, and in the meantime, I will naturally do all that I can to ensure the success of all the people of Newspring."


LN Female Human Warrior 1/Monk (Unchained) 4 | HP: 50/50 | AC: 18 (17 Tch 15 Ff) | CMB: +11 CMD: 25 | F: +9 R: +7, W: +5 (+7 vs enchantment) | Init: +2 | Perc: +10, SM: +6 | Speed 40ft | Stunning fist: 4/4 | Ki: 4/4 |SP:5/5 | Dream (+2 stealth or swim): 1/1| Active conditions:

The elven warrior nods a sign of affirmation, her face impassive. As Cueta approaches, the woman starts to take her leave. Pausing a moment, she delicately places fingers on Manari's arm. "I am glad you are here, sister. I will return to my post." She passes Cueta, discreetly eying the woman before slipping into the forest.

Done for the day. Kal'tos, I shall respond on Vallen when the day is finished.


Male Human Warrior 1 / Ranger 2 | HP 23 / 26 | AC 15; Touch 12; Flat Footed 13 | CMD 18 | Fort +6; Ref +5; Will +1 | Init +2 | Perception +6

Rasslin':
I'm fine with hand-waving it as well, just wasn't sure how you wanted to proceed? That said...

Gair winks at the young warrior before rushing him, ducking low to grab at at a leg.
Grapple: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

After the festivities have wound down, Gair finds his way to his furs and drifts into a contented sleep.

Day 8
After the previous night's exertions, Gair embraces the spirit of the day of rest and sleeps several hours past the dawn. With a mouthful of salted fish, he makes his way to the spring to wash.

Refreshed, he returns to his gear, choosing to eschew his armor for the day. Surveying the camp he considers what he will do with a day such as this?


Male Human (Keleshite) Warrior 1 | HP 7 / 7 | (Mage Armor Inc.) AC 17; Touch 11; Flat Footed 16 | CMD 15 | Fort +3; Ref +1; Will +1 | Init +3 | Perception +2

Day 7
Hassan spends most of the evening checking with the few guards assigned to the short rotations during the festivities. Still uncomfortable with the responsibility he had assumed for these people. I am a simple guard, a few lives are all I've even been protector of. Now there are scores of eyes I must meet every day and feel the weight of the trust they place in me. But then life is full of burdens...

Later in the evening once things have started to quiet down, the keleshite joins the others at the fire and produces the crude Ney he has been working on here and there since shortly after they landed. Tonight being as good a time as any to give it a proper test. The sound is simple but he knows the instrument and produces from it a long haunting melody that speaks of the sands of his distant homeland.

Day 8
Despite the day of rest, Hassan has been up for hours when Kal'Tos approaches him. As to security issues, he is concerned about these supposed cannibals that attacked the Harpy's survivors. He would feel safer once they have of the palisade completed to detour the possibility of raiders. Otherwise, they are gathering a solid number of the able bodied to keep an eye on things. Armor is still in short supply but at least Kal'Tos' expedition brought back a number of weapons to outfit people with.

He pales slightly at the dwarf's mention of joining a soon to be formed council, "I admit to hesitation, I am a simple man Kal'Tos. There are so many of us now, surely there are others to take such a position?"

He sighs, "Still, I know better. For one reason or another, so many already look to me as one who would keep them safe. As much as I fear it, I am also driven to honor their trust. If it is asked, I will take such a position."
I have already stood against the wind...why not ride into the sandstorm?


male Dwarf barbarian 3

"so many here are simple men thrust into positions of importance, Hassan. But without organization our chances of seeing next spring are much lessened. As the head of the settlement watch, your opinion will be important to ensure that the safety of our people is always considered."


N Female Human Soldier 1 / Mystic 12 | HP: 83/83 | STAM: 109/109 | EAC: 28 KAC: 28 | F:+10, R:+8, W:+14 | Init: +8 | Perc: +24, SM: +20 | Speed 6 met | Spells: 1st: 4/6 2nd: 2/6 3rd: 5/5 4th: 2/4 Resolve: 4/10 Healing Touch: 1/2 Ammo: 20/20 Starlight Form 9/11| Active conditions: see invisibility; energy resistance 10 electricity, fire, acid); mindlink; superpowers; darkvision

@ Manari

"Indeed. I'll take my leave, but I also want to leave you with a thought. We are all in the same situation - and we have the same opportunity as well, to make something truly special here, for all our people."

sense motive to sense the geniuiness of Manari's comments above: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

I'm a machine on these social roles, sailor-diplo excepted!

Day 8

Cueta wakes with a yawn and a stretch, and nudges Deeshka beside her. "Friend, mother, want to spend our day of rest fishing, like we used to on leave from Lonnagin's ship?" They make their way to the woodline to fashion a pointed stick for Deeshka, and on the way pass Gair bathing in the spring, which brings a scowl to Cueta's lips. Perhaps in the north they use their drinking water to wash their arses. I'll have to ask the northman to use the river.

Assuming that Deeshka agrees to fish...

Grabbing some bark to chew on, as well as Cueta's bill and Deeshka's stick, they make their way to the beach, Cueta keeping her eye out for tracks, animal or otherwise, and game trails, along the way.

survival tracks: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
survival fishing: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

perhaps Deeshka can aid another on the fishing, if she agrees to come with

The fishing is good that day, the gods giving Cueta and Deeshka enough of a haul that everyone at the meeting could have a taste...

7 food found, split into small portions so everyone present can get some fish, is what Cueta is hoping to do

After the fishing, Cueta finds herself a secluded spot along the river and washes the salt from her skin, and rinses out her clothes as well, and then heads back to the camp, wet, to start a fire to warm and dry her and with which to cook the fish for the meeting. Arriving back at camp, she sees the people of Newspring stretched out, and as relaxed as they ever have been, talking, eating, napping, and in some cases even laughing. I wish every day could be like this...

Barring any horrible catastrophes or emergencies on our day of rest, I'm ready for the meeting.


Male Human Incanter 3

Septimus was happy, it seemed like he had finally gotten far enough from his home that he could relax. There was now an entire ocean between him and Cheliax, hopefully that would be enough. Perhaps he could finally settle down and put his skills to good use.

His abilities had gone unnoticed so far, though he doubted it would stay that way much longer.


LG Male Dwarf Cleric (Iron Priest) 5 | HP: 28/28| AC: 19 (12 Tch, 17 Ff) | CMB: +3, CMD: 15 | F: +4, R: +3, W: +7| Init: +2 | Perc: +3, SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | ACP: -3| Channel: 3/3 |Active conditions: Comprehend Langauges (50 min), Divine Favor (+1atk/dam, 1 min), Protection from Evil (5 min)

Day 8, Gozran 9

The decapitated skin-stealer assaults Vallen once again in his dreams, lifting itself from the deck of the ship, putting on Fergus's head, and skewering him through the chest with that stupid grin on its face.

Vallen gasps himself awake, a hand going to his chest to feel for the hole. Finding nothing, he relaxes, squeezing his eyes shut and rubbing his forehead. Well.. at least it's not a kraken... He muses, a small smile covering his lips.

This may have been declared a day of rest, but for a priest of Torag, rest is synonymous with working on an enjoyable side-project or studying holy texts. The dwarf does spend a little longer than usual grooming his beard, figuring his early start allowed him such pleasantries.

He goes around the camp, finding every dwarf worshiper of Torag and inviting them to join in his morning prayers. His service is longer than usual, incorporating a long, traditional chant to Torag.

Vallen leads the chant, his ceremonial smithing hammer striking the surface of his anvil-altar with precise timing after each verse. While few in number, the deep, somber voices of the dwarves reverberate throughout the camp, their harsh-sounding language creating an intense, haunting melody. They pray for their developing community, and for the continual abundance of good, hard work.

Kal'tos finds him after his service is complete, staring at the surface of his anvil in contemplation. The dwarf smiles widely as his fellow cleric approaches, still stuck speaking in dwarven.

"אה, Kal'tos, אחי! אני רק חושב על לזייף. אני מאמין בעצמי ו Gaross שיכללו מרגמה מאולתרת, ואנחנו יכולים להתחיל להחליק חלק סלעי של הנחל מחר. Horn'tos של והפטישים שלי נספק את המלאכה הטובה ביותר לאנשים טובים האלה.

Hard to find a runic language that works with whatever they use to code these boards, Hebrew gets the job done but I'm open to suggestions.

Dwarven:
"Ah, Kal'tos, my brother! I was just thinking about the forge. I believe myself and Gaross have perfected an impromptu mortar, and we can begin to smooth a rocky portion of the stream tomorrow. Horn'tos and I will provide the finest crafts to these good people."

After speaking with Kal'tos, he tells Jarla he will be carving stone, and to find him when the meeting begins. The priest finds the edge of a shady yet rocky spot to sit down with his block of limestone. Closing his eyes, he feels the surface of the rock for several minutes. Opening his icy blue eyes, he grabs a point chisel a small hammer, striking the block without hesitation. It splits in two along the grain, and he sets half the block to the side. The dwarf quietly works for the rest of the day on a hand-length statuette of Garrak, completely absorbed.

Ready for the meeting.


Male Human Warrior 1 / Ranger 2 | HP 23 / 26 | AC 15; Touch 12; Flat Footed 13 | CMD 18 | Fort +6; Ref +5; Will +1 | Init +2 | Perception +6

As a note, Gair doesn't jump in the spring Ceuta, that would be terrible :P I assume it drains into the river eventually? He washes in the runoff, only really needing to be large enough to dunk his head in. He just prefers his water with fewer parasites :)

Falling back to old habits, Gair finds his son and provided the young man agrees, he takes him and Kyle or Eli if either are interested out on a hunt attempting to locate some proper game. From his notions on the shark-teeth he fears their next excursion away from Newspring might be far less enjoyable.

Inspired :
Survival(Forage) - 1: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
Survival(Forage) - 2: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23 Well thank god for that, could have been a sad, sad trip.

So that's 7 food plus any aids I might get, likely some fowl. Not that the specifics matter in this case.

Returning from a reasonably successful hunt, Bern is eager to be away so Gair sets to preparing the kills himself. Once roasted he leaves his son's kills to him and takes his own to share among those tasked with keeping a lookout on the camp today. Thanking them for their vigilance. He enjoys their companionship until the time of the meeting ,preparing himself for what is to come.

Ready for our meeting.


N Female Human Soldier 1 / Mystic 12 | HP: 83/83 | STAM: 109/109 | EAC: 28 KAC: 28 | F:+10, R:+8, W:+14 | Init: +8 | Perc: +24, SM: +20 | Speed 6 met | Spells: 1st: 4/6 2nd: 2/6 3rd: 5/5 4th: 2/4 Resolve: 4/10 Healing Touch: 1/2 Ammo: 20/20 Starlight Form 9/11| Active conditions: see invisibility; energy resistance 10 electricity, fire, acid); mindlink; superpowers; darkvision
Gair Hearthseeker wrote:

As a note, Gair doesn't jump in the spring Ceuta, that would be terrible :P I assume it drains into the river eventually? He washes in the runoff, only really needing to be large enough to dunk his head in. He just prefers his water with fewer parasites :)

We'll that puts my mind at ease! :) Consider the post I made ret-conned as follows:

Cueta passes the spring where nearby Gair washes in the runoff. Good, she thinks, despite the rumors, it looks as if the northmen don't wash their own arses with their drinking water. I guess I can quit licking the morning dew from tree leaves.

:)


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rassling:
Gair grabs his son's leg (I was just using a straight contest of CMB for the others, with the difference representing the degree of whupping) and Bern

1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

hops about on one foot, clutching his father's shoulders for balance.

Cueta ... I'm not entirely sure what part of what she said you're suspicious of, but to the best of my knowledge, she was giving it to you straight.

Most of the people of Newspring make the mile walk down to the Lillend's beach, to see her off. Edmund Thayer and Manari row out to the ship with a few of their allies, to send messages to their people. And I'm sure any of you that want to send word back to anyone will be welcome to do so. As the sails go up to take her out along with the tide, the people watch somberly. They remember the dangers of the voyage here, and while none say so, many fear that the ship will not make it back.

Some stay only until the Lillend is out of shouting distance, but some stay for several long hours, until the white spot of the topsail finally vanishes in the distance.

Edmund takes Eli and a few of the other young, aggressive sorts onto the sandy beach to spar, and Bern joins in, equal parts teacher and student in this exercise.

Sandra Thayer watches and sings a bit which gives the fighters heart and encourages them to fight harder, though at one point, she breaks off from war songs and sings a ballad that stops the fighters in their tracks until it's done. After a time, she wanders through the camp, pausing here and there to speak to people.

1d20 ⇒ 15

Ingwe is nowhere to be found until dusk, when he reveals the altar he has been building, a half mile or so away from the camp. It is very familiar to Cueta, being of a type with the priests she grew up around. There is a crude clay offering bowl, a rough stone knife, and the skulls of many small animals tied on with leather thongs. The majority of Newspring's residents seem a little more afraid of the big half-orc.

Manari spends the day getting acquainted with the immediate area of the camp, and meeting the people who came over on the Lillend. It is hard not to notice that roughly half the passengers from the Harpy seem to follow along in her wake.

It is near noon that Jak and Joss Sandlock race over to their Uncle Ben shouting about "Dragons!"


LG Male Dwarf Cleric (Iron Priest) 5 | HP: 28/28| AC: 19 (12 Tch, 17 Ff) | CMB: +3, CMD: 15 | F: +4, R: +3, W: +7| Init: +2 | Perc: +3, SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | ACP: -3| Channel: 3/3 |Active conditions: Comprehend Langauges (50 min), Divine Favor (+1atk/dam, 1 min), Protection from Evil (5 min)

Jarla will have sent a message back to the Silverclasp in Highhelm explaining what happened, their current situation, and requesting more dwarves/supplies. Of course she would have told Vallen that, she might have asked for extraction instead. It's up to you what she really wrote, Nerk. Vallen will have given her a piece of parchment and writing utensils.

Also, lol at the halflings shouting about dragons. Though.... I sincerely hope that was just a Fellowship of the Ring reference......


Male Human Warrior 1 / Ranger 2 | HP 23 / 26 | AC 15; Touch 12; Flat Footed 13 | CMD 18 | Fort +6; Ref +5; Will +1 | Init +2 | Perception +6

Right, somehow I sort of bypassed the ship leaving today, got caught up with everything else going on.

Rassling:
I'm fine with that too. In this case it looks like Gair imparted a little humility to his son. There's so much more to do for the meeting, I'll not impress on your time further.

Gair swallows his apprehension and follows Edmund and Manari out to the Lillend, finding a moment to speak with Kynack, "We thank you again for all that you have done for us captain. I hope that you might see a message sent by trader to my people in the north when you return home?"

"Send word that the Hearthseeker lives and despite the dangers this land appears fruitful. Will you do this for me captain?"

Once everyone has said their piece, he wishes the crew a swift journey home and joins the others in the boat back to shore.

He watches the ship leave for only a short time before turning away, unwilling to dwell on the sea or the dangers facing the Lillend for too long.


N Female Human Soldier 1 / Mystic 12 | HP: 83/83 | STAM: 109/109 | EAC: 28 KAC: 28 | F:+10, R:+8, W:+14 | Init: +8 | Perc: +24, SM: +20 | Speed 6 met | Spells: 1st: 4/6 2nd: 2/6 3rd: 5/5 4th: 2/4 Resolve: 4/10 Healing Touch: 1/2 Ammo: 20/20 Starlight Form 9/11| Active conditions: see invisibility; energy resistance 10 electricity, fire, acid); mindlink; superpowers; darkvision

@ DM Nerk - I (Bellicose Poultry) am sure that Manari is. I'm just playing Cueta as I've realized she is - a good-hearted but untrusting individual. I've realized she's always appraising others of their true intentions, probably because she spent so much time observing the politcal games of her Chelish masters and their peers.

She's also, I've realized - in a mostly good-hearted way - a crazy manipulator. She's got good intentions, but means to keep various personalities on her path (and she's got a lot of plans for that path). So, she'll call on Manari's sense of obligation to the people of the Harpy, and compare her situation to those of the elves, all the while trying to suss out what Manari's true intentions are. And she'll keep stringing Eli along, in case she needs to know something about the Thayers (who knows, maybe she decides he's a nice guy down the line too). And she'll play to Ingwe's shared cultural values, etc.

About the only people she trusts implicitly are Ben and Kal'Tos (because they've fought together), Deeshka (because they go way back), Vallen (because he's gone out of his way to help her), Vallen's wife and Ben's family (by association), and Eli (because he's sweet and doesn't seem too bright and she thinks he's smitten). She's pretty sure that Gair guy is OK, as he's definitely competent and has the interest of the community at heart, but he still needs to prove himself (I assume this will happen by killing lots of shark-teeth).

So, basically, I'll be rolling a lot of sense motive checks, even when it seems redundant. Don't bother to respond unless there actually is something there...

Forgot about the ship leaving, so a little ret-conning coming...


LN Female Human Warrior 1/Monk (Unchained) 4 | HP: 50/50 | AC: 18 (17 Tch 15 Ff) | CMB: +11 CMD: 25 | F: +9 R: +7, W: +5 (+7 vs enchantment) | Init: +2 | Perc: +10, SM: +6 | Speed 40ft | Stunning fist: 4/4 | Ki: 4/4 |SP:5/5 | Dream (+2 stealth or swim): 1/1| Active conditions:

Before I forget... Assuming we have control over where these recovered weapons go. 3 longswords and 2 cutlasses went to the soldier team.

Istiel appropriates one of the longswords brought back by the Harpyites while they are giving out swords to the newly elected "soldiers" of Newspring, expressing her need of a blade while on guard duty. As it is handed to her she draws it from the sheath, scoffing. "This is clearly human work. It has neither the ruggedness of a dwarf nor the beauty of an elven craft. It's good enough, and might last a few years." Sheathing it, she spends the day watching over those at the beach, amused by their training sessions and frankly enthralled by Sandra's vocal mastery.


Male Human Warrior 1 / Ranger 2 | HP 23 / 26 | AC 15; Touch 12; Flat Footed 13 | CMD 18 | Fort +6; Ref +5; Will +1 | Init +2 | Perception +6

Ceuta, I'd just like to remind you who went searching for the herbs needed to set Deeshka on the path to recovery :P Not that I'm in any way offended though :P


N Female Human Soldier 1 / Mystic 12 | HP: 83/83 | STAM: 109/109 | EAC: 28 KAC: 28 | F:+10, R:+8, W:+14 | Init: +8 | Perc: +24, SM: +20 | Speed 6 met | Spells: 1st: 4/6 2nd: 2/6 3rd: 5/5 4th: 2/4 Resolve: 4/10 Healing Touch: 1/2 Ammo: 20/20 Starlight Form 9/11| Active conditions: see invisibility; energy resistance 10 electricity, fire, acid); mindlink; superpowers; darkvision

Cueta stops fishing once the people arrive to see the Lillend off, and she joins them. Finding Sorala nearby furiously scribbling in a journal, Cueta asks to have a sheet of parchment and borrow a quill. Assuming that Sorala will spare a sheet of parchment:

Free Captain Lonnagin,

It brings me great joy to be able to write this letter to you, for if you had seen the things that I have seen, you would be amazed that I still draw breath. I hope someday to tell you of the wonders and horrors I have experienced, but now time grows short. Perhaps you heard of the expedition set for the new world? I write to you from the remnants of that expedition, the survivors of two ships, one scuttled on rocks and one whole, which makes it way towards Absalom soon, leaving behind roughly 100 souls.

Here, among those souls, Deeshka and I will stay. There is opportunity here for people like me, to make ourselves again into what were always intended to be. There is opportunity for people like you too - Free Captains of the kinder persuasion, those that prey on the cruel and power hungry, and revile those pirates of the Shackles that fall to their baser instincts.

Captain, friend, I've always known you to be a good man. A man of principle, a man who hates cruelty, a man who understands what it is to live life one one's own terms. I hope to one day again break bread with you, and drink rum with you, and tell you tales of this new and beautiful place.

Till that time, I remain your

Guiding Star


N Female Human Soldier 1 / Mystic 12 | HP: 83/83 | STAM: 109/109 | EAC: 28 KAC: 28 | F:+10, R:+8, W:+14 | Init: +8 | Perc: +24, SM: +20 | Speed 6 met | Spells: 1st: 4/6 2nd: 2/6 3rd: 5/5 4th: 2/4 Resolve: 4/10 Healing Touch: 1/2 Ammo: 20/20 Starlight Form 9/11| Active conditions: see invisibility; energy resistance 10 electricity, fire, acid); mindlink; superpowers; darkvision
Gair Hearthseeker wrote:

Ceuta, I'd just like to remind you who went searching for the herbs needed to set Deeshka on the path to recovery :P Not that I'm in any way offended though :P

D'oh! Forgot about that! You're firmly on the "good" side of the ledger, Gair! The kid's alright too...


Male Halfling unarmored AC 14 Rogue(Pirate) 1
stats:
HP 9/9 Init+3 Perc+8 AC 18, touch 14, flat-footed 15 (+4 armor, +3 Dex, +1 size) Fort +2 Ref +6 Will +2; +2 vs. fear

busy day with my baby girl. I will get up a post for Ben and Gaross as soon as I can.


male Dwarf barbarian 3

Once mid-afternoon arrives, Kal'Tos begins to gather people for a meeting.

"While today is a day of rest, we need to consider the future, let us assemble and discuss important matters."


Male Halfling unarmored AC 14 Rogue(Pirate) 1
stats:
HP 9/9 Init+3 Perc+8 AC 18, touch 14, flat-footed 15 (+4 armor, +3 Dex, +1 size) Fort +2 Ref +6 Will +2; +2 vs. fear

Ben spends part of the morning writing down messages to go back with the Lillend for those members of the colony that don't know how to write. He also writes several letters to friends back in Absalom telling them that despite the dangers of the journey the place they have landed is worth the risk and encouraging them to send supplies and more halflings to colonize the area.
After delivering the letters to the captain, he, Walton, and Hobie set about trying to rig one of the longboats with a mast and sails. This is where Jak and Joss find him.

Nerk wrote:
It is near noon that Jak and Joss Sandlock race over to their Uncle Ben shouting about "Dragons!"

Dragons? really? Ben asks his nephews. Can you show me where you saw these dragons? had they been back in Absalom he would have thought the five year old twins were playing a game. But here in this place he couldn't assume that.

Lets go take a look. he says to Hobie and Walton as he belts on his rapier. As they follow the small boys to where they saw the dragons if Ben sees any of the others. (edmund thayer, Gair, Cueta, Kal'Tos, Vallen, etc.) he will ask them to come along. Allowing that it may be a couple of small boys game but they really can't take that chance.

diplomacy if needed: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11


Male Dwarf Lvl 1 expert

Gaross attends the morning prayers led by Vallen. Afterwards he stay and talks to the cleric about his past and why he was here in the new world. Vallen see the background And asks if he thinks it is possible for him to clear his families name here.


Male Human (Keleshite) Warrior 1 | HP 7 / 7 | (Mage Armor Inc.) AC 17; Touch 11; Flat Footed 16 | CMD 15 | Fort +3; Ref +1; Will +1 | Init +3 | Perception +2

Hassan catches the commotion of the young ones shouting dragons, he moves to follow at Ben's side, "Sandlock is it? I am Hassan Antar, the winds of fate have seen the protection of this camp fall under my care. I rather believe we'd have seen signs of proper drakes nearby but any number of threats might induce such a reaction. I'll accompany you if you'll permit it?"


Indubitably Never 3d6

The path the boys take Ben on winds through the middle of the camp. It takes him nowhere near the beach where Edmund Thayer is sparring, but they do pass Sandra chatting with one of the women that came overland with Kal'Tos. She sees you passing and smiles curiously at the armed gang of halflings being led away by two small boys.

Anyone who doesn't want to sit on their hands should find a reason to attach their PC or NPC to the expedition. Curiosity, heroism, a nice walk in the woods, etc. It's more or less up to you if you want to invite Sandra Thayer.

Incidentally, Ben, I've been meaning to ask. The ages you've given for the kids in the halfling contingent, are those their actual ages or human equivalents?

Manari heard the boys shouting and is intrigued, and joins the group going to investigate. Maybe a hundred yards away from the heart of Newspring is the place where the spring's runoff spills over the rocks into the bay, forming a small rocky inlet with a tiny rocky beach. It seems that Tatya and Sharra had thought this was a nice spot for the children to play, and they are huddled against the steep rocky slope that backs up the beach with most of the children.

Sofiya, with Sira Sandlock held in her arms like a true to life, living doll, stands waist deep in the water, from the movement of their heads, they are both intent on something moving swiftly beneath the surface.

A moment later, a head the size of a grown halfling's hand breaks the surface a few yards away from them, followed by a serpentine neck and a decidedly dragon-like body, about Sira's size, though with a wingspan of roughly a yard. It flaps its wings, spraying the two children with water, causing them to shriek with laughter and splash back away from it.

A moment later the creature notices the new arrivals and with a few uick beats of its wings, is airborne, flapping quickly away along the shore. It is joined by a handful of similar creatures that were perched in the branches overhead,


LG Male Dwarf Cleric (Iron Priest) 5 | HP: 28/28| AC: 19 (12 Tch, 17 Ff) | CMB: +3, CMD: 15 | F: +4, R: +3, W: +7| Init: +2 | Perc: +3, SM: +3 | Speed 20ft | ACP: -3| Channel: 3/3 |Active conditions: Comprehend Langauges (50 min), Divine Favor (+1atk/dam, 1 min), Protection from Evil (5 min)

Vallen listens silently to the penitent Gaross, arms folded across his chest. When his fellow mason is finished, he chews on his lips for a moment prior to speaking. "I remember this. I was but a boy, 17 or 18 if I recall correctly, when this terrible incident occurred at the Forge of Torag. I helped rough out the new altar that we had to make... You know, Gaross, There are many who would say a slag would come here and simply hide- forsaking honor and telling no one of their family's past deeds. Frankly, I would agree with them, until now."

The priest claps a hand on Gaross's shoulder. "You do not hide from the shame brought on you by your father. You do not shirk from your kin, even though none are here. With Dranngvit as my witness, I shall oversee your redemption. We shall build great works- the stories will speak of you, and Dranngvit herself, even with her nearly limitless spite, will not be able to deny you have restored honor to your name."

He nods, satisfied with his motivational speech. "I have already seen your skill when you helped me make our mortar. I expect more great things from you, and in time, we will beseech the gods and ask forgiveness for your father's crimes."

The "dragon" incident- Vallen has distanced himself from the camp and is unlikely to notice the commotion, and will continue carving throughout the day. Istiel is coming along, though.


male Dwarf barbarian 3

Kal'Tos joins the group when ben passes by the area he and Horn'Tos are staying. To be on the safe side he brings his weapons and armour along.

"I will return shortly brother and tomorrow we will start on the forge. But better to make an unnecessary walk than be surprised by something. So much of these lands are new and strange."


LN Female Human Warrior 1/Monk (Unchained) 4 | HP: 50/50 | AC: 18 (17 Tch 15 Ff) | CMB: +11 CMD: 25 | F: +9 R: +7, W: +5 (+7 vs enchantment) | Init: +2 | Perc: +10, SM: +6 | Speed 40ft | Stunning fist: 4/4 | Ki: 4/4 |SP:5/5 | Dream (+2 stealth or swim): 1/1| Active conditions:

Istiel was speaking with Manari, mostly complaining about the quality of her appropriated sword, when the halflings started shouting. Following the woman, takes her bow from her shoulder and keeps it ready, hazel eyes wide and alert for danger.

As the dragon-like creature breaks the surface, she pulls an arrow and knocks it in one swift motion, every muscle in her body tensed, ready to loose.

However, a moment later the thing simply sprays them with mist and flaps away, causing Istiel to blink and relax her bow, a dour look coming over her features. Halfling children are as bad as human children.. She sighs, looking at Manari with a puzzled expression.

"Do you recognize them, Manari? A tiny dragon?"

Knowledge: Nature: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

I figure it's knowledge: arcana for these, but it's worth a shot.


Male Human (Keleshite) Warrior 1 | HP 7 / 7 | (Mage Armor Inc.) AC 17; Touch 11; Flat Footed 16 | CMD 15 | Fort +3; Ref +1; Will +1 | Init +3 | Perception +2

Hassan is taken aback by the small dragon like creatures, "In all my years I've never seen the like..."

Comprehending the danger they could still pose, the former bodyguard moves to place himself between the children and the rapidly departing flock in case they should circle round.

He looks over his shoulder, calling to Tatya, "Are the children alright?"


Male Halfling unarmored AC 14 Rogue(Pirate) 1
stats:
HP 9/9 Init+3 Perc+8 AC 18, touch 14, flat-footed 15 (+4 armor, +3 Dex, +1 size) Fort +2 Ref +6 Will +2; +2 vs. fear

@Nerk I don't know about the age thing. I have always gotten the impression that halflings age a lot like humans do. They grow old a bit slower but I always figured them maturing (at least physically) at about the same rate. Joss and Jak would be a bit like any human 5 year old but much smaller in stature. Say only a foot tall. 3 year old Sira would only be about 6 to 8 inches tall.

Hassan wrote:
"Sandlock is it? I am Hassan Antar, the winds of fate have seen the protection of this camp fall under my care. I rather believe we'd have seen signs of proper drakes nearby but any number of threats might induce such a reaction. I'll accompany you if you'll permit it?"

Nice to meet you Hassan Ben says as the Kelish man joins the group. I am not going to tell any twice my size with a sword longer than I am tall "no you can't come." When we are going to see if we have to fight dragons. Besides, if there really are dragons I can always hide behind you.

While he would have prefered Edmund with his whopping great sword if they had to fight dragons, the Thayers were quickly becoming leaders in the community so Ben waved for Sandra to come with them.

Ben half draws his rapier when the tiny Dragon pops out of the water. When the miniture Dragons have gone he wades out into the water and takes his daughter from the human child.
Thank you Sofiya. I will hold Sira for awhile he says as he takes the soggy little girl.

What were those things? He asks the others when he is back on dry land. I have never seen anything like it.


Indubitably Never 3d6

Con going great. Ran two sessions of Savage Worlds, everyone had fun. Woke up frightfully early, though, so...

1d20 ⇒ 19

Manari watches the little creatures fly away and smiles.

"Dragons indeed," she says. "ມັງກອນພຽງເລັກນ້ອຍ, in their own tongue. Pseudodragons in the Taldan tongue. They are shy, as a rule, but playful. They should pose no danger, as long as they are not threatened." She looks thoughtfully in the direction that the small creatures disappeared in.

"If treated with respect and offered meat, they could prove useful allies," she says. "We should see where they go." Then she whistles a few notes, and a small songbird darts away in the direction the little dragons went in.


LN Female Human Warrior 1/Monk (Unchained) 4 | HP: 50/50 | AC: 18 (17 Tch 15 Ff) | CMB: +11 CMD: 25 | F: +9 R: +7, W: +5 (+7 vs enchantment) | Init: +2 | Perc: +10, SM: +6 | Speed 40ft | Stunning fist: 4/4 | Ki: 4/4 |SP:5/5 | Dream (+2 stealth or swim): 1/1| Active conditions:

Great to hear! Just don't catch the Con plague.

Istiel nods in affirmation at the identification of the creatures. "Ah, yes. Let us follow them. Surely they know this place well. I will find some scarps of meat to offer friendship." Dark eyes turn to Hassan as she passes by him. "Hassan. When we return, please make it your duty to inform everyone about these creatures, and ensure no harm comes to them."

Istiel quickly bundles up 1 day worth of meat to bring with them- enough, she figures, that the tiny pseudodragons will be satisfied.


Male Human (Keleshite) Warrior 1 | HP 7 / 7 | (Mage Armor Inc.) AC 17; Touch 11; Flat Footed 16 | CMD 15 | Fort +3; Ref +1; Will +1 | Init +3 | Perception +2

Hassan nods solemnly, "Of course, if these creatures are truly not a threat I would loath a confrontation caused by simple ignorance.", he turns to Manari, his tone slightly cautious, "They don't get much larger than that do they?"

He nods approvingly as Istiel collects the meat, "Making allies of these creatures would prove incredibly beneficial. We know virtually nothing of these lands they call home."

Asking Tatya to let one of the soldiers know he would be away from camp for the immediate future, Hassan adjusts his sword belt and looks to the others to set out.


male Dwarf barbarian 3

"are such creatures capable of speech like their larger cousins?"


N female Human (Ulfen) Cavalier (Castellen/Courtly Knight) 1 / Magus (Hexblade/Bladebound) 5 | HP 41/41 | AC 2618 (13 Tch, 16 Ff) | CMB +7, CMD 19 | F+8 R+4 W+5 | Init +4 | Perc +6 (+2 when holding Eitleán), SM +10 (+2 when holding Eitleán) | Speed 30 ft | Arcane Pool: 7/7 Rhimeblade Pool: 2/2 Fly: 3/5| Active conditions: ioun stone +2 perception, shield 10/10, total defense

Provided that the dragon happenings happen after the Lillend leaves, Sorala would be in a position to go along

Sorala sees the commotion with the halflings and grabs her club, heading along with them, grimly determined to not lose another settler to the strange inhabitants of this new land.

When Manari mentions the word "pseudodragon" Sorala searches her memory for education on such creatures, hoping to recall some bit of lore regarding their habits - food, preferences, temperament and habitat.

She actually doesn't have any skills that will make a difference, so she's just along for the ride, maybe to use linguistics if needed.

Recalling nothing, she looks to Manari. "Manari, do you mind if I accompany you? You seem to know of these creatures and I am eager to learn of them, and any information that they may possess of our immediate surroundings."


Male Halfling unarmored AC 14 Rogue(Pirate) 1
stats:
HP 9/9 Init+3 Perc+8 AC 18, touch 14, flat-footed 15 (+4 armor, +3 Dex, +1 size) Fort +2 Ref +6 Will +2; +2 vs. fear

Ben gives his soggy little girl to Shalla.
I am going to go with the others to see if we can discover where the "pseudodragons" live. he says to the other halflings. Why don't you go back and work on the boat somemore. The sooner we get it rigged with a sail, the sooner we can get out on the bay and start contributing something besides mothers cooking skills to the colony. turning back to his daughter he asks would you like a little dragon for a friend? Do you want daddy to find you one?


Indubitably Never 3d6

Manari smiles at Sorala's request and nods. "Of course, you'd be welcome to join me."

"I believe those that we saw were fully grown," she says to Hassan, and then to Kal'Tos, she explains, "They do not have the ability to speak, though they are quite capable of understanding, and I have heard that they are able to communicate in other ways."

Sira stares up at Ben, eyes wide and terribly serious as she nods her head. His little brother smirks at him, in the affectionately insulting way that only a little brother can.

"I thought we weren't supposed to be slaves anymore," he says. "I swear we all decided on a day of rest, today. Besides, both the boats are rigged already." At least, to the best of my recollection, the two boats from the Harpy were rigged, and the Lillend took its boat.

When Istiel returns, the group sets out.

Ben, Kal'Tos, Hassan, Istiel and Sorala along with Manari, if I understand everyone.


LN Female Human Warrior 1/Monk (Unchained) 4 | HP: 50/50 | AC: 18 (17 Tch 15 Ff) | CMB: +11 CMD: 25 | F: +9 R: +7, W: +5 (+7 vs enchantment) | Init: +2 | Perc: +10, SM: +6 | Speed 40ft | Stunning fist: 4/4 | Ki: 4/4 |SP:5/5 | Dream (+2 stealth or swim): 1/1| Active conditions:

Tally ho! That sounds correct. Are they still perched in a tree not too far away?

Istiel follows Manari closely, assuming she will lead the way. The elven woman keeps her bow strung over her shoulder, the few pounds of offering meat held against her side.


Indubitably Never 3d6

Istiel: they flew away down the shoreline. Anyone in the dragon hunting group give me a Perception check.

Manari's Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 13


Male Halfling unarmored AC 14 Rogue(Pirate) 1
stats:
HP 9/9 Init+3 Perc+8 AC 18, touch 14, flat-footed 15 (+4 armor, +3 Dex, +1 size) Fort +2 Ref +6 Will +2; +2 vs. fear

As far as I recall we discussed whether or not they could be but they weren't rigged with sails yet. Ben talked to the sailors from the Harpy about it but that was when they were rowing back so they weren't able to do it then. If you want to declare the work already done I am fine with that.


male Dwarf barbarian 3

Kal'Tos looks to see if he can spot the small creatures or where they went.

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

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