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"Alright, here's a plan. How's about we rough our Mr. Rosk up a bit, then ask him. I doubt we'd get different results if we, ah, indulged him."

Where is Seann right now?

That. Creeped. The. Hell. Out. Of. Me.

Seann Eoghan wrote:

He's Oeridian, but it doesn't really matter.

For bigots, they're not particularly discerning while wasted.

I figured as much.

Following the win, one of the Scarlet Brotherhood notices Seann’s hair and eyes and compliments him on his fine Suloise stock.

He's Oeridian, but it doesn't really matter.

Seann's purchases were an Everfull Mug and a rather inmuman amount of drink, bringing him down to 50 gp.

"Quite the exhausting day. I shall probably be accompanying Mr. Maelglum to the local establishment to inebriate myself out of my mind. I believe that ale is a bit too light for a day like this. Green Fairy, perhaps?"

Anyone with skills relating to Craft: Alchemy (or a relatable Knowledge skill) can identify the previous contents of the vial on a DC 15 check.

** spoiler omitted **

Craft (Alchemy) check: 13 + 4 = 17. Barely made it.

While the rest of the group racks their brains in the hope of remembering the name of a particular evil outsider whose name begins with V, Seann analyzes the potion found by Lavinia.

Gently uncorking the small vial with his deciptively delicate fingers, he holds the vial up to his eye, then takes a quick whiff, sneezing mightily.

"I believe I know what the vial contains," he states, through watering eyes. "It's a potion of Cat's Grace, made with real cat hair. Nowadays, most people use distilled Essence of Cat, but there's always that one wierdo..."

Tyndal Maelglum wrote:

"What the name of the island?"

"You know, I can not remember her ever naming it. The island only had a title, "The Isle of Dread."

"The Isle of Dread... The Olman tell tales of a cursed island far to the south, filled with the ruins of an ancient culture. In fact, those legends are the reason I ventured south from Amedio, and Geoff before that. Interesting..."

Damn, I forgot to post Seann's prepared spells.

0 - Mage Hand, Detect Magic, Ray of Frost
1 - Mage Armor, Magic Weapon

"The ring's aura indicates the band holds some type of divination enhancement."

God, I love ctrl+c/ctrl+v.

"I can try."

Spellcraft check: 15 + 7 = 22

"M'lady, there's summat I happened to hear from one of the, erm, toughs in our mutual acquantance Mr. Vark's employ. He mentioned the Lotus Dragons. From what I've heard, they're some sort of guild. have you or yours heard of them?"

Seann's affectation is slightly different due to the conspicuous absence of alcohol in his bloodstream. (He'd not had time to drain the contents of the local tavern cellar.) More 'culture' I believe is the operative word.

Anders Delymbir wrote:

"And while you're at it, please tell us more about these... Lotus people, if you can.

"A few months ago, no one had ever heard of them. Now it seems like they're everywhere. People who ask too much about them have a tendency to end up beaten pretty badly, from what I've seen."

Davrick, running low on information, seems to be growing increasingly fidgety.

"Dragoons, Dabloons, Dragging, Wagon….uhhh…Lotus…blossoms..possums…?"

Knowledge (local): 15 + 3 = 18. Does Seann know about the Lotus whatever-things?

"I need a drink," grumbles Seann, "I'm off to the Beached Whale."

Not our problem, Lavinia will decide what to do with them and if they should be turned over to the watch. Either she says to dump them, turn them over to authorities, or she finds other means of disposal. I would rather not leave her out of a decision like this, she should be involved if only to have an equal amount of culpability in this and to see what her actions have caused.

I want her to know the whole circle that occurs with a task like this, so she doesn't enter into a course with blinders on.

"...Oh. Sorry, must've missed summat."

I totally missed your point. Sorry.

The dead may have family that would like to know what happened to them...

"Yeah, how are we supposed to know who these people are... were? We can't exactly ask them, and they attacked us. We should just dump them over the side."

Men are always exploiting animals for there own purposes, irregardless of the animals health and well-being. Some are kept as high priced status pets, like the various "nobles" strutting about with trained Corralaxes on their shoulders, Some, like the fearless tigers and other jungle predators are tortured until they are driven mad and used in the arena for the amusement of paying customers and slain for their pelts. Some animals are meant for and thrive as service animals but these ones are strictly for exploitation and would probably spend their lives in misery.

Makes you wonder who is the real "animal" in this equation....

"Among the Olman, the animals are revered, almost as much as the gods themselves. Me, I've got no time for religion, but I can sorta see where they're coming from."

Damn hippie druids! All self-righteous and PETAish!

CARROT JUICE IS MURDER!

Ow, my frickin' head is splitting!

"Tell me about it. The thing I don't get is all the animals. Why the HELL would they be smuggling animals?"

"Let's get searching and see if we can't find Lady Lavinia's cash, and her father's ring."

"Right then."

Seann, in the heat of battle... the heat of after-the-battle, but mostly due to a splitting hangover, had completely forgotten the mission.

G'mork wrote:

Terin (Unconcious or Staggered).

He gets knocked about quite a bit. Tyndal, too. Mostly Tyndal. He's our Vyth. Except he talks. And he's not a ninja.

Terin (Unconcious or Staggered).

He gets knocked about quite a bit. He's our Vyth. Except he talks. And he's not a ninja.

G'mork wrote:

Something about it struck a chord the first time I saw it as well, so I backtracked the rules last combat. It's a little funky, but he's wielding a shortspear (1d6) two handed. The attack bonus should only really apply to genuine two handed weapons, but I let it slide then due mostly to poor wording on the SRD's part. Are we good on damage only from here out then?

Even with a 2-handed weapon the attack roll is 1d20 +str mod (not 1-1/2)+ enhancements.

SRD again:

"One-Handed: A one-handed weapon can be used in either the primary hand or the off hand. Add the wielder’s Strength bonus to damage rolls for melee attacks with a one-handed weapon if it’s used in the primary hand, or 1/2 his or her Strength bonus if it’s used in the off hand. If a one-handed weapon is wielded with two hands during melee combat, add 1-1/2 times the character’s Strength bonus to damage rolls.

Two-Handed: Two hands are required to use a two-handed melee weapon effectively. Apply 1-1/2 times the character’s Strength bonus to damage rolls for melee attacks with such a weapon."

Attack rolls always use your regular strength modifier, whether 2 handed or one handed, even if an off-hand weapon is used (damage would only be at 1/2 str mod though for an off hand weapon).

For some bizarre-ass reason, the line in my head between RAW and house rules blurs quite frequently (see the confusion about grapple checks on the 'Grimmbold Manor' thread). Sorry.

Reflex save: I GOT A 4! Damage (nonlethal): 1

Seann stabs viciously at the reptilian creature, his spear oddly drawn towards its scaly hide by Eldin's spell.

Attack roll: 16 + 4 Str (2-handed) + 1 magic = 21; damage: 1d8 + 4 (2-handed) = 7 damage.

Reflex save: 2+1, fail. 1 point subdual damage. “Ow! Yes, electric lizards I guess. Seann, can you attack it? I’ll leave the fighting to the warriors this time, but if you are going to attack it, I’ll cast a spell to guide you.”

If Seann intends to attack the lizard, Eldin will cast Guidance on him, for a one time +1 to hit, if Seann delays his attack until after Eldin casts the spell.

Seann is getting frustrated with the lizard. Normally, he would have just traced one of his tattoos an cast one of his own spells, but the constant electrical shocks are hampering his concentration.

"That little f$&!er's gonna taste some majicked steel reeeaaal soon. Hit me, preacher-man."

Seann Eoghan wrote:

"Was that necessary? Funny, I'll grant you, but necessary? You could have just knocked him out."

"He was down there, I was up here. Besides, I was just trying to get him to squeal. How was I supposed to know he'd wet himself and then faint?"

"No clue. I just wanted to hit the whiny bastidge."

"I ask you to present one act in your wretched existence that makes you worthy of mercy, you groveling slug, and the best you can come up with is that you are an imbicile and that you got a job from a vicious thug, paying criminal wages, to do... what, exactly? Stand around with your fingers in your ears and a cucumber up your bum while you sing 'Tralalala' and stare at a prancing monkey? Oh, and 'No one was supposed to get hurt.'"

"You are a disgusting, insignificant waste of food, flesh and air."

Over my shoulder to no one "Tyndal, fetch the barrel of alchemist's fire, let's burn this cockroach alive."

Back to him "It's sad really. And a horrible way to die, burning alive is... Most horrible thing I've ever seen."

"Was that necessary? Funny, I'll grant you, but necessary? You could have just knocked him out."

Seann's quip costs him, as he fails to notice the pool of water he is standing in. He freezes for a minute as another shock courses through him.

Ref. Save: 3 + 2 = 5; 3 nonlethal damage

Reflex save: 18 + 2 = 20

NL damage: 1d4 / 2 = 1

The other polearm-wielder in the party readies his spear to stab any dangerous creature that would use the opportunity to ambush Tyndal. Or anyone else, for that matter.

Originally, they were a little more uneven, but you all did something last battle that impressed me...

...which was?

Me.

"Feh. I should have killed the rat bastard when I had the chance," snarls Seann, jabbing his spear savagely into the decking. He then seems to compose himself, and starts after Harven.

Tyndal's head thuds onto the deck, his leg in the dog's mouth. He mutters under his breath. "Stupid Dog! I'm going to bash your head in, cook you and feed you to this bastard!"

Stupid dog! You made me look bad!

Is Vark unconscious due to Seann's attack?

Seann, predictably, maneuvers around the obviously distressed Vark, ready to deliver a killing blow. For some reason, though, he figures he shouldn't kill the pirate, ugly as he might be. As quietly as possible, Seann reverses his grip on his spear, and delivers a sharp tap to the base of Vark's skull with his spearbutt.

Attack: 16 + 4 Str (2-handed) + 1 Bless + 1 Magic Weapon = 22; Damage (nonlethal): 1d6 + 4 Str (2-handed) + 1 Bless + 1 Magic Weapon = 8 nonlethal damage.

Seann, on the map I put you a 5’ step from Vark to avoid an AoO from either moving into his area or casting this round. Is that acceptable?

All fine and shiny, that. (I forgot about the AoO being provoked by the casting of a spell.)

Seann begins to creep around to flank the distracted Vark, simultaneously gesturing furtively. As he moves perpendicularly to Vark, Seann is suddenly shrouded in a maze of glowing green lines that seem to correspond directly with his tattoos.

Casts Mage Armor: +4 to AC (now AC 16)

Seann sneaks up behind the remaining thug, all creepy-like and stealty, then, with a lightning-quick thrust, plunges his spear into the thug's back.

Attack: 10 + 3 Str + 1 Bless + 1 Magic Weapon = 15; Damage: 1d8 + 4 (two-handed) + 1 Bless + 1 Magic Weapon = 12 damage.

I'm having trouble visualizing this: are there any thugs near Seann? If not, where are they?

Seann casts his spell. I believe you still have a move action if you would like to take it.

Seann begins to skirt around the edge of the battle, heading towards the door that the thugs have been pouring through.

Move Silently: 12 + 2 = 14. I doubt it matters, since there's a freakin' battle going on about ten feet away, but it couldn't hurt.

Seann mutters a quick incantation, and the head of his spear begins to glow with an eldritch green fire.

Seann takes his action to cast magic weapon on his spear.

"Aw, they started without me," grumbles Seann. He begins to haul himself up one of the ropes hanging over the gunwale of the Nixie. The mage scurries over the side just in time to see Terin spring towards one of the thugs on board.

Climb: 19 + 3 Str = 22

Should I roll initiative?

Anders helps lower the sail as quietly as he can.

"Someone be ready to place a hand or two on the Nixie, and keep us from bumping into them."

"Right."

Would Mage Hand do anything?

"Low Tide. A fitting name for such a... vessel."

"If one of those mercs goes anywhere near the gunwale, I've got a little surprise for 'em."

Seann winks, then traces a small tattoo of an octopoid figure on the back of his left hand, knowingly.

“Well, that depends pilgrim,” Eldin responds to the tattooed man. “What can you do? Are you a warrior by trade? And what are both your names, so that I may address you properly?”

"I am Seann Eoghan, of Geoff, Keoland, and the Olman. Though I fight well, I am no warrior. Warriors are limited in their ability to overcome. As a caster of spells, I am unlimited in what I can do."

"I can help."

The large, tattooed man speaks for the first time in an oddly high, reedy voice.

"Just tell me what to do, I'll do it."

Do you have access to Complete Champion? There is a sweet familiar swapout in there that heals you.

Nah. Could I trade in the familiar for a minor magic item?

Seann Eoghan wrote:

Red Warrior needs ale badly!

Seann does look cool. I assume you are aiming at some kind of Eldritch Knight / Abjurant Champion final build??

Since you are a specialist transmuter, and have chosen not to summon a familiar, you should look at taking the Sudden Shift option from PHB2. Basically, instead of a familiar, you gain the option, as a swift action, of gaining a Swim, Fly or Climb speed equal to your landspeed for a round. It looks pretty good.

Meh. Not a PHB2 kind of guy. I was just thinking of multiclassing to barbarian and keeping on that track, finally ending up as a tenth-level wizard / tenth-level barbarian. Or something like that.

By the way, I have no money left.

Red Warrior needs ale badly!