Wardove's Rumble in the Jungle

Game Master Laithoron

Priyya nods, casts a spell on herself and takes the bowl of food from Alis, "Sister Sarah is always willing to help the needy." She heads over to the prisoner's room and casts another spell at the appropriate time.

With Ishirou, who looks like a drowned rat, accompanying her, 'Sarah' pokes her head in the door, her attempts to conceal her spellcasting fooling only those who most likely wouldn't recognize what she was doing anyway. Sitting cross-legged on the bottom of his room's bunk, the white-haired black man looks up at the both of you in silence, a sullen look on his face.

Behind her, Ishirou taps Sarah on the shoulder and points towards the crew berths near the stairs. "Be in hammock ovah there. You need, you shout!"

Once the Khek has left you, Jask speaks up in a strange tongue you have only heard a few times before yet do not speak. After seeing no recognition on your face he says, "No. Too much to hope for, and too light in the face. You smell of salt and sand, a Loxphari. Not one of my people."

His demeanor is not improved by the bringing of food, although he does give a grudging nod of thanks before in a low, measured tone, "Why for do you cast a spell that demands the truth of a man? For years I speak the truth and no one listens. Ironic. Do you also use magic to compel starving men to eat?"

Sarah regards the man. "I don't know you well enough to know if you are truthful or not. But what you say you've done and what you are accused of is different enough that I'd like to know the truth of it. I'm too old to take anything said at face value. So I cast the spell. I'd like to hear what you have to say, if you are willing to speak the truth one more time." She stands, waiting for an answer or a dismissal.

Sarah's explanation seems to suit the man. He gestures with his manacled hands to the chair by the desk and scoots to the edge of the bed so he can put his feet on the floor while you talk.

"Perhaps 20 years ago, I had just started as a page working within the governor's office in Port Eldarion. Back then, a new governor, Lady Taurion had just been appointed, something the elven king has done every two decades since my people first beseeched Ilmarond for protection. Unlike before, this was the first time a full-blooded elven was made governor. Always in the past, someone who shared in both our lineages was seated. The word at the time was that a 20-year tenure was too frequent a change in King Aramandil's eyes, that he wanted a more permanent fixture."

"Being versed as a servant of Astra, it was not long before I became a scribe. I handled many documents in the city archives — tax records, trade tallies, census totals, and proclamations. Over time, discrepancies in the books became clear to me. Large sums of money disappearing. I brought this to the attention of my superiors but they explained it away as simple accounting errors. A misplaced digit here, a careless mistake there. I was not convinced."

He leans closer as if afraid of being overheard. "On my own, I sought the heart of the matter. All my research pointed money being funneled to a contact within the Confederation of Freebooters by a higher-up in the government. That contact was a Freebooter captain by the name of Avret Kinkarian. With solid research as my proof, I returned to my superiors so that the governor could be made aware of the issue."

"However," Jask raises his hands to the clinking of chains, "instead they betrayed me. I was the one accused of conspiracy and blamed for their fraud, and they had me locked up. I would soon discover that there is no justice for us in the courts of our own land, not even for an educated priest such as myself. With hardly a second glance, the judge skimmed over altered versions of the research I had gathered and went along with their lies even refusing to hear my defense!"

"Knowing then it was hopeless, I used a sanctuary spell during my transfer from the courthouse to escape into the city where I remained at large. There the truth of Dafar's desperation became clear to me. I had not noticed it until I had to avoid my home for fear of capture, but my people were suffering greatly."

"While noble titles were being sold to wealthy individuals, families already inhabiting those lands were uprooted or taxed to poverty. This had not been the case when I was a boy. The king's soldiers became less common in Port Eldarion, his ships replaced by those of corsairs whose protection was bought at great cost. Merchant houses long since banned by previous governors were allowed to return, milking Dafar and her people of their life's blood."

When Sarah raises an eyebrow at this remark, he says a single chilling word, "Slavery."

"I could not believe my eyes. Not since the days when Malatesta ruled us had there been such an abomination, but there it was. Oh, they would have you think it was merely indentured servitude, but that has terms, limits, not so there. I used a spell, much like the one you cast now and learned that things were arranged so that once a man entered into their contract, interest was allowed to increase nearly at their rate of pay. Only a man who lived as long as an elf would live to complete it, and he would be old even for their kind. Furthermore, I learned that many of these were men and women pressed into servitude."

"I do not know what all of this happened, only that it was not this way before Gweniel Taurion became governor. I do not know why the elven king never rooted out the problem. Did he not wonder where his men and ships were deployed? There were too many questions, too much injustice, and nothing that I could do as a wanted man."

"I had to flee Dafar, but what little money I could scrounge could take me no further than the Titan Isles. For 10 years I worked as a simple scribe in a remote town. From memory and what little news that filtered in I tried to put together what had gone wrong. Yet that was part of the problem. From outside, there was no news of my people's plight! From outside Dafar, everything appeared fine."

"Yet riots and murder are more difficult to conceal than fraud. When I heard what had befallen the old governor, I was not surprised. Abuse a beast, back it into a corner, threaten its cubs, and even one thought domesticated will snap. I had hoped that after 10 years perhaps it would be safe for me to come out of hiding. Perhaps to return, gather evidence of my innocence and point out the wrong-doings to a new governor before they could be blinded to all that was wrong..."

He sighs sorrowfully and shakes his manacles, "So much for that. Death in a salt mine is the only release likely to await me now."

Sarah nods angrily, "That is an appalling level of conspiracy and corruption. And slavery, whether you couch it as 'indentured servitude' or not, is still utterly reprehensible."

"So, is your fate to be decided by the Governor him or herself? Is there some hope of reprieve from the salt mines? Do you still have a copy of any of the records you found?"

"I do not know how my fate will be decided. At the time when I fled, I was sentenced to the salt mines until such time as I could 'work off my debt to gentle society'." He gives a sardonic laugh. "If that 'debt' is equal to the amount my superiors embezzled, then even a thousand lifetimes of a slave's life could not repay it."

He thinks for a moment longer. "If there actually is a reward for my capture, then at least some paperwork would have to be processed to account for its dispensation. Whether or not old evidence would be found with such papers I do not know. I myself have nothing left of my own save what is on my person."

"Still," he gives a discouraged sigh, "it would be too much to hope that anyone would care. Even though what I say could be of use to a new governor, there are enough levels of bureaucracy that they would never hear of it. It would take an act of Fate, and I am not certain she is with me any longer..."

"I'm not an advocate of 'fate' or baseless hope... but I've seen some strange currents affect people's lives for the better, usually at very bleak moments. So, I will pray that such a current comes to you and if I can help make it happen, in some way, I will certainly try to do that. My mistress has some influence in certain parts, I can't say if they extend to Dafar. But she is a sympathetic soul at times and your story may touch a chord in her. May I speak with her about your plight?"

"What you call fate and what I call Fate may be different things, but yes, she can be fickle and what she writes in the stars... cryptic. I do thank you for your prayers and for listening. Do tell your mistress of my tale. Should you sail that far, it may at least be a caution to her over what dangers lie ahead."

Sarah nods and rises to leave, then turns, "I have enjoyed our meeting. If you care to talk again or have any medical needs, please send me word." Priyya leaves and wanders back to the cabin, engrossed in thought. When she gets the team in private she relays everything Jask said as well as her belief that he was telling what he believed to be the truth.

"I think Dafar's new Governor has a serious set of problems to deal with... but that fellow could be quite helpful if he can be kept out of the salt mines and away from the headman's axe."

Jask bows his head. "You have my gratitude, good sister. May Fate guide your path."

Lureene listens to the story relayed by 'Sarah' with a mixture of shock and anger. Slavery! That cannot stand! On hearing about the timing of the troubles, her body grows cold.

"You are correct, Sarah. The new Governor will need all of the help he or she can get. I am curious though about the timing of this. How much do we know of the late Governor? Is it possible she had made some friends who did not have her best interests at heart?"

Upon seeing Sarah depart Jask's cabin, Ishirou hops up from where he was lovingly caring for his sword and secures the door. He points to the back of the ship and says, "Rady friend carry down dinner when you tawk. Eat, get dry. If you get sick, no good."

Recap. "I think Dafar's new Governor has a serious set of problems to deal with... but that fellow could be quite helpful if he can be kept out of the salt mines and away from the headman's axe."

"You are correct, Sarah. The new Governor will need all of the help he or she can get. I am curious though about the timing of this. How much do we know of the late Governor? Is it possible she had made some friends who did not have her best interests at heart?"

Alis' eyelids flutter and she groans as she rolls her eyes back. "Well I would really hate to be the one taking over that job. Heaven help that poor unlucky soul. And to think, all these years Dafar has been so nice and quiet on the outside. It really makes you wonder what old Gweniel Taurion was up to, doesn't it? She really pulled the wool over the eyes of the elves it sounds like! Ooooh what a rascal that old fox was!"

Although Alis' tone is light and chipper, you can tell by the expression on her face that she is anything but amused.

Upon seeing Sarah depart Jask's cabin, Ishirou hops up from where he was lovingly caring for his sword and secures the door. He points to the back of the ship and says, "Rady friend carry down dinner when you tawk. Eat, get dry. If you get sick, no good."

Sarah nods. "Thank you for your concern, my good man. As a priestess, I can heal myself if I do catch a cold... But if you take ill, come for my help, OK?"

Ishirou nods in understanding and returns to polishing his katana.

Meanwhile inside your cabin, those of you who have the stomach for it take your dinner while discussing what you have learned.

"At any rate," Alis whispers, "I'm sure the new governor can be persuaded to have another look at Mr. Derindi's case. After all, it sounds like this is going to be an expensive clean-up operation — no need to go paying out superfluous rewards, right?"

If anyone else has anything to add based upon what Priyya learned from Jask, feel free to chime in, otherwise I'll hit the FF again when I wake up. :)

Lureene stretches out in her bunk, feeling the storm outside buffet the White Pearl. Things were pretty bad out there, she could tell. Still, she had a feeling the situation in Darfar would be far worse once they arrived. I wonder if Sash being aboard is related to Jask being transported on this ship. I must keep an eye on her closely. Plus, that Ieana lady is an unknown quality.

She struggles to get some food down, on the urging of both Momma and Andre. Once she has eaten some food, it sits uneasily in her stomach.

To keep her mind off it, she remarks softly, "I wonder if Sash being aboard with Jask is a coincidence. Plus, is anyone else troubled by the Captain's new heartthrob, Ieana? Speaking from personal experience, I believe their relationship is a bit unusual."

"It could be a coincidence. Sasha boarded in Colottina, Jask in the Titan Isles. As for Captain Kovack and Ms. d'Adora," she dabs at her mouth with a napkin, "the only thing I find unusual is that they haven't been going at one another like rabbits. Of course, since the Captain's quarters are right above ours, I'm not complaining."

Mal speaks upbfrom where he is, once again, working on some kind of clasp, "I think it's odd, too. The captain seems the type to be a career man, not one so get wrapped up in some engagement and let It take him away from his command. But to be honest, I don't really know the man."

Finished eating, Alis hops up into her hammock until the rest of you have finished. Pointing to the bowls and utensils, she says, "I'll take those back once all of you are done. I'm a bit more sure-footed on a storm-lashed deck."

Putting her hands behind her head, she gives a sigh of satisfaction. "So we've got a gnome who is 'on probation' with The Academy and had to flee Malatesta after a bad business deal, an aspiring poet who was driven to drink after losing her lover, a lovelorn first mate, the manic daughter of an assassin, a political prisoner, an itinerant, scruffy-looking Khek, a portly cook, a couple dozen sailors of varying wits, and a captain who has seemingly become smitten with a mousy little scholar who happens to be a mage of some skill. Oh, and a different conspiracy theory for each one."

For a while, she looks at the ceiling tilting above her as he hammock stays largely stationary. "I'd love to hear what everyone else thinks about us."

"Anyway, it's no secret where we are. If any of them have an agenda, I'm sure we won't have to search it out. Right?" A short laugh escapes her at that thought. "For now though, I think we probably have enough concerns to worry about without looking for more. At least I do anyway..."

With that, Alis closes her eyes, humming softly in contemplation, yet within a few minutes, you can tell by her deep breathing that she's fallen asleep in spite of the raging storm embracing your ship.

So when Priyya went to check on Aerys, she was going to enquire if the girl was interested in getting involved with men again. If 'yes', she would mention that a kindly crewman had asked about it. If 'no', she would acknowledge the wisdom in taking time. In either case, she would let the First Mate know if it was a 'possibly' or a 'no'.

While Alis takes an after-dinner nap, Sarah checks in on Aerys who just finished a grueling rotation in the storm-battered rigging.

"Men?" she asks, stripping out of her drenched equipment. "Heh, so now you're gonna cure my love life too?"

She gives a good-natured laugh as she towels off. "Well, it [i]has been a while since Davvey died I guess, huh? I hadn't really given any actual thought to it, but that's partially because it pisses me off the way every last wanker seaman I run across sees t!~*, ass and suddenly becomes a moron. I suppose if the right guy came along though that would be another matter. At least it would be a good way to shake off the cold after a stint like today..."

Sarah chuckles, "Not trying to cure your abstinence. Believe me, I'd rather not bring this up at all but... well.. a kindly fellow asked about your feelings regarding romantical things. First, I warned him that I'd break his legs if he ruined all my fine work and then I told him I'd see if you'd maybe consider company or prefer to be left alone. So here I am." She fidgets, clearly uncomfortable being 'in the middle'. "I'm a healer, not a matchmaker."

"A kindly fellow?" Aerys pauses momentarily in the middle of pulling a dry shirt over her head. She c0cks her head to one side and shakes he fingers thru her hair sending droplets of rainwater everywhere, her lips moving slightly as she tries to work out who Sarah could be talking about. At last she laughs nervously and says, "If it's the gnome– well, I prefer my guys to be a bit more... robust. Gotta be sure I'm not gonna break 'em ya know? More like your friend's son-in-law, or the–"

She purses her lip, and her head snaps around giving you a sharp glance to see if you're messing with her. In a throaty whispers she asks, her voice incredulous, "You don't mean the First Mate, do you?"

"This certain person was embarrassed to ask me and even more shy after I tongue-lashed him on the behavior I expected from any beau of my patient. The poor fellow was mortified... so I'm not sure it would be nice of me to tell you who exactly it was. In fact, he asked me to drop the entire matter... but I never take anyone's advice. Benefits of being cranky and old."

"But it certainly was NOT the gnome. I would have tossed his ass overboard for even suggesting it!"

Aerys gives an approving laugh at the thought of Gelik getting hurled overboard by a kindly old healer. "That would probably be the more merciful fate for our bawdy comedian. Well, compared to what I'd do to him I mean."

"You know," a grin splits her face, "if you hadn't helped me out I might be inclined to wrestle you for my mystery suitor's name. By the gods you're an ornery woman, you know that!"

She flops back on her bed biting her lip and shaking her head at the thought. "Well, he certainly knows how to order men about anyway. Tough too, and he knows how to run a ship..."

"You do realize, if I end up makin' a fool out of myself, you're gonna have a lot of black-eyes to heal. Just givin' you fair warning, Sarah."

Sarah bites her lip, debating "Listen, I've enough patients already! Don't start making more work for me. Bearing that in mind, I'll say this about that: if your first guess is the First Mate - I won't say your instincts are wrong."

"NOW, on a totally unrelated subject, I owe your erstwhile swain an answer. He'll probably be overjoyed with 'Yes' but if you want me to pass along any other comments or a note perhaps, I will be happy to deliver them." Sarah tries to maintain her crusty demeanor.

"A note?" She seems lost in thought as if weighing matters of great consequence. "Well... since he seemed mortified earlier, I don't want him takin' an ill view of you for meddling. Buuut... you could let it slip how I... appreciated the way the first mate handled that clown at dinner the other night without showing me up. It was also big of him to take that lump I gave him without giving me one of my own. Gods know, I would have deserved it."

"Will do. I'll be as 'gentle' with him as I can." Priyya takes off and seeks out the First Mate.

Feel free to handwave the rest unless you have a powerful interest in having Priyya get into the FM's personal affairs even more. :)

LK Calendar: Astrath 23, 4210 — Rosday

It is not the raging of storms but their absence that causes you to jerk awake wondering what has happened. As the realization hits you that you are not being tossed about and that there is actually sunlight coming thru the portholes in your cabin, you breathe a sigh of relief.

Three days. For three days the storm had continued unabated. All through it, Alton and Aerys, Kovack and Ishirou headed up long shifts ensuring the White Pearl would not broach and capsize. When you head top-side, you find the weary crew hard at work repairing damage to the spars, yards, and rigging, although you note that the ship is still moving at a good clip despite the lack of sails.

"So we got blown off-course," Alis remarks, "and the maelstrom's currents propel us, hmm? Well, as long as we don't get too close to the center I suppose we should be alright..."

Sarah goes to each of the crew-members giving them a blessing for their hard work and casting a spell of renewal.

She's faking the spell and using Lay on Hands with the Remove Fatigue mercy. She will try to not do the 'spell' in obvious sight of anyone but the crew-member receiving the benefit. She can use it on 6 crew-members.

Lureene stretches her arms and enjoys the cool breezes whipping over the deck. When she hears Alis' comment, she gives her 'Momma' a long look. Moving in close to her, she mutters, "Why am I not reassured by that?"

She wonders if the Captain's heartthrob decided to come out of his cabin, finally. She turns around and looks for any other passengers who have also availed themselves of the break in weather.

With Priyya's aid, repairs go much more swiftly than they otherwise might have. Taking a hint from her 'old friend', Alis retrieves her lute and begins singing and playing a lively sea shanty that seems to invigorate everyone who hears it. Eager to stretch his limbs and get out from below, Mal joins in helping Alton (who seems in much better spirits now for some reason) with heavy lifting.

The repairs and re-rigging of the ship seems to fly by and you are under sail again before you know it. In fact, it would seem that it is just in time. No sooner do you begin to move under you own power than does the lookout shout a warning and point behind you. Looking astern, you see the sea turn black just as a veritable horde of scaly humanoids with long, fish-like tails breach the surface. In their cruelly clawed, webbed hands, they clutch menacing tridents. Their fishlike faces are contorted with rage, their toothy maws spewing hate that makes Alis pales upon hearing it.

For a minute you wonder if the sahuagin, as Alis calls them, will be able to overtake you, and indeed those members of the crew who are not manning the sails and lines equip themselves with hangar swords. However it proves unnecessary. From the captain's quarters, the enigmatic scholar, Ieana, emerges to cast a singular spell.

"Senseless savages," she hisses, "we shall slip free with but a simple spell. WINDS! Spirit us to safety!"

At once, a strong, prolonged wind fills the sails and the White Pearl swiftly accelerates outpacing a trio of blood-thirsty fish-men riding sharks. Within a few minutes, the clipper is racing along at over 20 knots, the band of territorial undersea savages now merely a spec in the distance!

Ben: You accomplished another 3 days worth of work during the storm, and since we've averted a fight, today makes a 4th day (+2000gp progress). In addition, this marks your 2nd day of training with Alton.
Justin: Nicely done averting a fight there! Damn fine use of your class abilities for the greater good!

XP:+200 each (16530 + 200 = 16730/23000)

Thankee! I'm sure those fish guys were coming to surrender... :)

That or to have a weenie roast with their handy-dandy skewers. It's oh-so-hard having a good cook-out underwater — even matchlight is a b!*#% to get burning...

Lureene watches the approach of the sahuagin approach. Her studies made her aware of sahuagin, and she had no desire to face such diabolical creatures.

When Ieana comes onto deck and casts her spell, she surreptiously watches the young lady's movements, trying to determine what spell the scholar has cast.

I believe the only weenies roasted would be...well better not say that, he he.

The woman gives a slight smile at her handiwork before vanishing back inside the sterncastle. "So much for sahuagin..."

Mal watches the mysterious woman disappear back into the ship, then he turns his head back to the horizon where the strange water-warriors disappeared. He stands watching for a while, bow still in hand from when he was preparing for the fight. Finally, he shakes his head, muttering, "Ah well… I guess it's a good thing we didn't have to kill today. Though I've never fought their kind before."

He looks around the deck, his body still carrying the energy he'd been building for the fight. He stows his bow and strides out to the middle of the deck - to a place where he's noticed the sailors never really use when working the lines. He strips out of his armor and lays his weapons aside, then holds up his coin purse with a smile.

"Okay, I have an opportunity for all you tough guys... and girls. I'm in need of some exercise, itching for a fight, and could use some practice unarmed. I'll be here for two hours. Anyone who beats me at wrestling, knocks me out unarmed, or forces me to submit gets 5 gold. Anyone who I beat will be treated to a drink on me when we get to land…. I'll be keeping a tally. The offer will stand until I run out of money or you beat me so bad I can't stand to face the jokes anymore." He smiles as he sets the purse down next to Talvyra, asking her to guard it. "So… who's up first?"

I don't really want to play out every fight (or any of them, really), but Mal's sick of sitting still. He'll still work on his stuff every day, but will take a 2 hour break every afternoon (weather and circumstances permitting) for some "practice" time. The purpose of this is three-fold. Mal wants to get some exercise. But he also wants to size up as many combatants as he can, getting to know their combat potential and fighting styles. Also, the feat I'm taking next level is Improved Unarmed Strike, and I figured he needed some way to explain the training. :D

It doesn't take long before the main deck of the ship becomes crowded with off-duty sailors and a few who should probably be tending to other tasks. Vinzini the cook, First Mate, Alton, Sasha, even the standoffish scholar Ieana, and others turn out to see what's brewing. Captain Kovack seems amused by the little Fight Club that's brewing and calls out, "Jes be sure n' ye don't go hobblin' me whole crew there lad. Ye may be tha biggest feller on this here ship, but I got no problem puttin' ya ta work if ya git carried away!"

Alis give a frustrated sigh and whispers under her breath as she wraps Mal's fists in bandages so he doesn't break anyone's bones. "And just when I thought I could keep you out of trouble. Just don't get that hairpin knocked out or we'll have some explaining to do. In fact, you're doing to wear a bandana..."

Brooking no arguments, she whips a large red handkerchief out of her cleavage and knots it behind your head.

"There," she says in a normal tone of voice, "that'll keep the sweat out of your eyes tough guy. Now try not to embarrass yourself, alright?"

With a wink, Alis hurries up to the quarterdeck joining Priyya and Gelik for the show.

"Looks like Derrek here's all fired up for a bout, Andre."

The first mate finishes wrapping the man's fists and you recognize it as the same tattooed punk who was hitting on Aerys at dinner just a few nights prior.

"Just try not to break his jaw," Alton laughs, "He doesn't need any excuses not to answer when I give him an order!"

Ellie walks over to her ‘husband’ and gives him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She whispers in his ear, ”Please do not hurt them too badly, ok Sweetie!”

She breaks off the hug and moves close to Sasha, ready to enjoy the show.

"GIVE HIM HELL ANDRE!!!"

Sasha seems greatly enthused by this latest turn of events and is grinning like a happy puppy, mouth agape at the brutality to come. She leans closer to her bath buddy and whispers, "Hey, would ya mind if I went at with him, El? I promise I won't c0ckpunch him or anything!"

"Tch!" Derrek scoffs at Sasha, "Hey red, after I knock him out, how about you an' me do a little wrasslin in yer cabin?"

I think we're getting ahead of ourselves... any one of these guys could be a scrapper. Feel free to do the rolls in general and just narrate the fights (if you want to). Like I said, I don't want to bring the thread to a halt for this.

"Wrrraaaasslin? HAHAHA! Oh that's rich! Keep dreaming baldy."

It takes a few moments, but more than a few crew members, including Alton, crack up at Sasha's implication. Aerys looks up at the first mate who then whispers something in her tapered ear. She then stiffles a laugh and gives Sasha a thumbs-up.

Smiling with satisfaction, Sasha gives her a wink before giving Ellie a squeeze.

Lureene thinks, He could probably handle himself against her, at least I hope so. Plus it would be a good way to learn more about her…

She squeezes Sasha’s hand in response, ”If you really want to, then go right ahead, but if you hurt him, I…I will never forgive you!”

"How uncivilized!" Gelik shakes his head disapprovingly, "You people are actually going to watch two grown men fight for entertainment?"

Most everyone nods in agreement, "Then why in the nine hells aren't you placing bets?! I swear, must I do everything around here?"

With that, the short gnome gets to work taking wagers and putting together a pot. As he walks back to his position he grumbles to Lisa, "Amateurs, honestly!"

"Alright, I want a good, clean fight. No hits to the groin, no eye gouges, and no chops to the throat!"

With that he motions to Lisa who strikes the ship's bell with a cantrip. "And FIGHT!"

Next Up: Derrek, Mal
MAP: White Pearl Fight Club, (Derrek r01)
Theme: Street Fighter: Cody's Theme

Derrek wastes no time. As soon as the bell rings, he leaps forward (Q27) and delivers a sucker-punch to Mal's abs.

"Oh yeeeaaah! Ya like that?"

Punch 1d20 + 3 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (10) + 3 + 2 - 1 = 14 charge, power attack
dmg 1d3 + 2 + 2 + 1d6 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 2 + (1) = 7 sneak attack
M hp: 47 - 7 = 40/47

Next Up: Mal, Derrek

Mal response is simply a grin as the strike rebounds off his torso, immediately returning with a savage swing at the man's jaw.

Mal doens't have Improved Unarmed Strike, so if I attack with "unarmed", it provokes - assuming the opponent is considered armed.
Unarmed Power Attack 1d20 + 10 - 2 ⇒ (18) + 10 - 2 = 26; power attack;
-- damage 1d3 + 6 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 6 + 4 = 11; power attack.