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Hello?

Strength
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

"We'll dwarves I guess can in fact not fly, another myth busted."

If I'm in an area he goes past I'll attempt a grapple.
Grapple attack the dwarf
1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17

Attack
1d20 + 11 ⇒ (16) + 11 = 27
Damage (if any)
2d4 + 4 ⇒ (1, 2) + 4 = 7

With a low almost bestial growl Cyrus moves beside Abe aiming for one of the winged rocks.

What's up?

Spot 1d20+2

Amar follows the others, slowly drifting over the course of the trip from the front to the rear of the line.

Spells for the new day selected.

Technically Amar got his original spot check. You actually made a second check which failed.

Cyrus has begun letting more and more space grow between him and the scaled one hoping that whatever mind fever he has is not contagious.

Initiative
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

Spot
1d20 ⇒ 10

Cyrus walks along with his falchion resting upon his shoulder. "This place seems to like us less then I like it."

Survival
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

Pointing to Fang, "That just doesn't seem right."

Cyrus goes looking for something more edible than rations.

"I think you have all been in the sun to long. Nothing has been in this spot but us. And what the Abyss are you talking about falling men stabbing themselves? This place is old and I am sure not what we are looking for, move on shall we?"

"Fang we just ate, and you really shouldn't eat rocks anyway."

Survival
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

"Why are we staring at this spot?"

Search: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12
Spot: 1d20 ⇒ 2

Cyrus's stomach is full and his slight bloat distracts him from noticing anything other than people are not here.

With an almost evil grin, "And only if one of them tasted like cattle I'd be happier."

Once on land Cyrus makes sure his boots are dry before donning them once more. Then he pulls some rope from his pack and makes a makeshift bandolier for the crab claw to hang on as he draws his falchion once again. A few moments of testing he finally finds the best way to wear the claw with little to no complications to his fighting.

DM

Cyrus straps his falchion over his shoulder and grabs a giant pincher from the crab he downed for a later meal.

Going to cook it because raw crab is just slime.

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Damage
2d4+4

Falchion is a two handed weapon so your doing +6 dmg with it with your strength score.

At the moment Cyrus is holding and fighting with it one handed. His training in the weapon allows this but does not give the bonus for two handed fighting while doing so. Cyrus has his boots in his other hand trying to keep water from getting inside them.

Attack
1d20 + 11 ⇒ (9) + 11 = 20
Damage
2d4 + 4 ⇒ (3, 1) + 4 = 8

Cyrus turns to the still angry crab and swipes his weapon into it.

I've never been a fan of triple 20 houserule. I enjoy the critical hit deck much better.

Okay that was neat

Confirm Critical
1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31
Damage if any
2d4 ⇒ (4, 1) = 5

Initiative
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
Attack
1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31
Damage
2d4 + 4 ⇒ (4, 4) + 4 = 12

With a joyful cry for battle and the promise of a good meal afterwards Cyrus moves in attacking with his falchion.

Cyrus shrugs his boots off and wades into the water right after he decides make sure his sword arm is free for swinging.

Cyrus removes his boots and enjoys the sand on his bare feet.

"It's the little things that make the fights fun," he says with a boyish grin.

After a bit Cyrus dones his boots once again and loses the boyish grin. "Time to be getting where we are going."

Cyrus beds down after his small meal of rations and falls almost instantly asleep.

Sorry nothing really worth posting came to mind.

"I thought you dwarven type were supposed to be hardy?"

"Holy mother of the Sea! The cat is gone!" Cyrus realizes after a while that he said something that may have been a little on the rude side. "Sorry about your cat little one."

Looking around at the party. "So rest for a bit before trying the locked door? I think the lizard goes first for awhile though. Heh."

So your saying that the cat just vanished?

Again Cyrus eyes flash with near murderous intent this time towards the dwarf for stopping him but it passes even faster than it came.

The large man lets out a mighty burst of laughter. Taking the calming moment to finally extract himself from the spears he claps the dwarf on the shoulders in a friendly manner, albeit a strong and hard friendly manner.

“Thanks little fellow!”

“Now before something else decides to take a stab at us, Lets get that locked door open with Lizards new key.”

Three out of four hit Cyrus. The one fort fail was the miss so yay.

Cyrus with murder in his eyes reaches to strangle Fang only realizing to late he still has the spears in him.

Fort 1 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24
Fort 2 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10
Fort 3 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16
Fort 4 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22

Cyrus glares and nearly punches the lizard because he knows deep down somehow this was it's falt but before doing so he realizes that it is more likely shear dumb luck.

"I hate the land," Cyrus laments.

Cyrus looks at Fang and offers his help as well.

Cyrus is a bit confused as to whether attack the corpse or smack Urdok.

With a large sigh Cyrus pulls back from the door to allow the short one access.

Still around, just not exactly bursting with ideas on how to react without getting in someones way.

Cyrus keeps his eyes open as everyone goes about examining the area, when they find a new door Cyrus moves forward and opens it ready to get away from the bodies lining the wall.

Attack
1d20 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14
Damage
2d4 + 6 ⇒ (3, 4) + 6 = 13

Cyrus moves up and swipes once more starting to get really into the fight

AoO
1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26
Damage
2d4 + 6 ⇒ (2, 2) + 6 = 10
Attack
1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31
Damage
2d4 + 6 ⇒ (2, 4) + 6 = 12

With a growl he swipes his curved blade at the passing creature before moving into reach of the next.

Will
1d20 + 3 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 3 + 4 = 24
Initiative
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
Attack
1d20 + 11 ⇒ (19) + 11 = 30
Damage
2d4 + 6 ⇒ (2, 1) + 6 = 9

Cyrus swings his falchion into the nearest corpse.

Edit: Do I roll to confirm critical?

Listen
1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27
Spot
1d20 ⇒ 15

Cyrus walking through eyeing the bodies as little as possible still tries to watch them for signs of aggression.

Cyrus takes the compliment as if it was truly meant for him. "Thanks t'you Urdok, but I'v never been into dwarves."

Cyrus points to the northern door. "So this way?" he asks as he walks towards the door ready to push through them.

Pushing open the door Cyrus barely notices the people who have joined him in his impatients.

Cyrus unsheathes his falchion and walks to the door to attempt an opening.

Spot
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19

Cyrus is trying to take in all the new faces and the truth he may not find his ship mates.

Cyrus grasps the offered hand, "Cyrus Drakkar Bos'n, or first mate of the Geoff's Hope or rather I was. I want to thank you all for bringing me along."

For a moment Cyrus is happy to be back with his ship mates before realizing that none of the people around him came from his ship. “This isn’t the crew of the “Geoff’s Hope” is it? I do thank you for bringing me with you and not leaving me for dead.”

Cyrus rejects the grog and opens his pack pulling out a seemingly endless supply of equipment. Donning his armor and strapping on his weapons as the others talk Cyrus takes in their story.

“Though I may not be from your boat or your crew I think I have a better chance of survival with you than alone on this island. Who knows I may even find my crew waiting on me somewhere on this island.”

Finished equiping Cyrus.

Seems the shock of being covered in burning tasty goodness finally broke the daze the large man had been in.
“Uhh... I feel like the floor of a town carriage.”

The large man seems to have gotten himself covered from head to toe in the white goo.

“This is never coming out of my mustache; I think we need a new cook.” Finally actually looking around instead of focusing on himself. “I’m not actually on the ship any longer am I?”

Sorry for the delays. Been a busy and hectic time. Still going to be sporatic in posts but will try and get on every night.