Atapax's Serpent's Skull

Game Master Aluvian

She shrugs, "I guess I really was looking forward to leaving. I don't think I'm ready to just settle down and.... well... do whatever it is that people who settle down do. Get married I suppose." She grins and watches Majest and Carys as she talks. "There is a lot to see out there, and a lot of people that I could help. I don't think it would be right to sit protected in the castle and ignore all that."

Abshail seems to have lost his train of thought for a second, then shakes his head slightly and says "Oh, just an idea for a new extract to work on. I already know a formula to make something larger, so I can use that as a basis for making something smaller as well. I think."

His face breaks into a wide grin "I must advise you to to be careful of your supply as it can not be refilled, but if you are offering I gladly accept! His face grows grim as he even as he follows he down to the passenger area. "To true, my ever loving cousins gave me my first rough education before Master Barik took me under his instruction. he quickly shakes off the momentary bout of melancholy and grins in anticipation of something, anything, better than grog.

Ilarian grinned and waved his hand dismissively. "Settling down sounds boring. I want to see all that I can see, and hopefully, die in some manner that bards will sing about for centuries. I don't want to end my life on a farm or some such thing. If I wanted that, I would have stayed home." He then frowns as his stomach growls. Looking from his stomach to Sarai, he asks, "Wanna see if this tub has any food? I'm famished, and trail rations don't sound particularly appetizing." He stands up, gesturing his invitation.

Carys lets out a whistle. "That's quite a long time. If you would be willing... I am currently in the market for something worthwhile to invest my time toward." She smiles, "Maybe Gelik here would like to join.. surely there will be some interesting stories along the way." The woman shifts, leaning back while she holds onto the chair, apparently stretching. She takes the time to survey the room again.

An even bigger grin spreads across Majest's face. "Really? That would fantastic!" She looks towards Gelik, awaiting a response to Carys' comment with great anticipation.

Sasha nods at Abshail, rather absently. "I've seen formula for other things, poisons and antidotes and whatnot, but never one to shrink someone."

Gelik gives the women a wide smile. "I would, of course, be more than willing to accompany two beautiful young ladies such as yourselves."

Aerys is very willing to share with Kabur, and over the next hour or so, becomes nicely inebriated. The stuff is good, harder than the grog, but still not the same as a good dwarf brew.

Sarai gives a genuine smile and nods, standing up to make her way out and find some food, happy to have found someone friendly to pass some of the time with. In fact, by the looks of it, the trip should be fairly interesting. And here she was worried about it being boring.

After enjoying a hour of small talk and hard drink Kabur stands and steadys himself against the door jam. "Aerys, I must complement you on this fine brew but I do believe that a bit of supper may be in order." He raises his now refilled flask in thanks and tucks it away under his shirt. "I hope you do join us for supper, and if you are up for it I practice on the foredeck just after dawn" With careful concentration he bows to Aerys and proceeds to the galley to find out what might be had for supper.

what does this tub have for supper? from the player manuel am afraid it might be soup and hardtack?

He carefully caries his food to the common room and finds a corner of the table away from the talkative gnome to try to enjoy his food.

Majest begins cracking up with a firm pat on his back, "Not like that, silly!" Thinking he misunderstood she explains with a smile on her face, as she points to her map, "We mean ad-ven-chur-ing. You know, exploring different regions of land. It has nothing to do with lovemaking."

Carys makes a choking sound and almost falls out of her chair. As she catches herself, there are tears in her eyes and she is laughing. Oh this is going to be fun. She wipes the tears from her eyes, "Now that we have clarified that point.. hopefully you will still join us Gelik." Another small chuckle escapes her lips.

Noting Sasha's dwindling interest, Abshail decides to spare her the lecture on the difference between alchemists and Alchemists. He just nods and replies, "Maybe that's because other alchemists haven't tried to shrink something yet. At least if I try and fail I'll still know antidotes and poisons. And a few combinations of things that don't shrink anything."

Gelik gives a knowing smile and shrugs. "There is nothing that says the two cannot be the same," he comments. "I would consider it an honor to accompany you."

Sasha gives a small laugh and a nod. "Well I wish you luck. At least you have a fall back."

The trip goes fairly well. Many of the passengers finding that they get along early, while others keep distinctly to themselves.

Aerys spends virtually the entire voyage in her cabin. When she does emerge it is obvious she has been drinking and rumor floats around the ship wondering if she's ever really sober.

Gelik spends most of his time entertaining anyone who will listen in the common room, but his 'entertainment' is as often at the expense of others as it is his own stories. His favorite targets are the half-orc crewman, and Kabur the dwarf, though everyone feels his sting at least once. Of course he's careful not to insult anyone who might hurt him except behind their backs.

Sasha, though she started out fairly sullen, brightens the longer the voyage goes, revealing a rather cheerful and fun-loving young woman who spends a lot of time on the deck looking out over the ocean and helping out the crew.

The mystery passenger is another that stays locked away in her room, barely ever coming out. A beautiful but bookish Varisian scholar, Ieana is traveling to Sargava to explore the ancient ruins there. Rumors aboard the ship alternately suggest that she’s the Jenivere’s owner, a Chelish agent, or Captain Kovack’s secret lover.

After stops at the Shakles, the Mwangi Expanse, and weeks at sea the final port of Eleder is drawing near.

Everyone make a Fortitude Save. :)

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Fort save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Fort Save:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Fort save: 1d20(11)+1=12

Fort save 1d20 (8) + 3 = 11

How did you guys make the dice tag work the way you want it too???

How did you guys make the dice tag work the way you want it too???

You use the [ dice ] tags. [ dice ]1d20+3[ /dice ], without the spaces inside the brackets, should do it.

fort save 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Ilarian, below is for you. Everyone else just hang tight.

At first it seems as though you are just waking up from a long sleep. Or perhaps a hangover because your head is just buzzing and your stomach feels awefull. But as your senses slowly start to come back into focus, you notice that it is sand under you, not the hard ma mattress of the ship. And while you can hear the ocean, you cannot feel it rocking you in it's embrace.

Then you notice the pain. Like something slicing into you. Coming fully awake in a jerk you look down at your feet to make two startling revelations. First, that you are indeed not on the ship but on a beach. The second, that a large cross between a scorpion and a crab is poking at your leg, apparently getting ready to make a feast of it. In fact a nice slice has already been made in it.

You are prone, with no gear. I will, however, give you all of your spells.

Ilarian looks at the scorpion thing, screams like a girl, and fires a bolt of energy at it.
Magic Missle 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

As Ilarian quickly goes through the motions of the spell, the creatures gets in another nip with his claw. Ilarian powers through the pain, though, and with a rush of energy unleashes the power at the thing burning a crater into its shell.

The thing collapses down into the sand, not moving, but a glance around shows two more right at hand. That glance also shows that the rest of the passengers lie scattered about the beach, as well as a pile of gear about ten feet up the beach, still dripping with water.

One of these closes quickly with Ilarian, connecting with another nip of his claw, the wounds quickly adding up, while the other scurries over to nip at Carys who lies unconscious about ten feet away.

Ok. Ilarian is at -3 HP. Carys is at -1 but awakens and can act on the below init. Btw, everyone is sickened. -2 penalty on all attack rolls, weapon damage rolls, saving throws, skill checks, and ability checks.

Init: Ilarian, Beasts, Carys.
Carys is up.

Carys groans, blinking to bring focus to her sight. Upon seeing the creature approach she moves her hands and seems to cast a spell. Cause Fear: DC 14

Ilarian sits up, growling through the pain, and narrows his eyes at the newest foe. "Taste good? Have some dessert on the house!"

Spellcraft check for combat casting: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
Magic Missle: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

I forgot to subtract 2 from my spellcraft check, so it's a 19.

Round 2.

Carys manages to get her spell off, despite the thing taking the opportunity to take another piece out of her, but it doesn't seem to have any effect and it just keeps on coming.

Ilarian, meanwhile, seems to be having much better luck and manages to get another spell off, this time while avoidi8ng the pincers snapping at him. Once again his force missile slams into the carapace of the creature, blowing a nice crater in it and throwing innards flying. Another down, only one more to go.

The last one continues to go after Carys, but she manages to roll off to the side, the pincer digging into the sand where her stomach had been.

Majest wakes up and can act at the end of round 2. That would be after Carys.

A mumbled curse escapes Carys and she tries to kick at the creature.
Attack:1d20 - 2 ⇒ (17) - 2 = 15 and if it hits:1d3 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Carys' blow, hindered as she is by still laying on the ground, merely glances off the side of the creature.

Prone gives you a -4 to hit.

Btw, if there are several of you in the init order before I go, you can all post and I'll sort out how it all goes down. It makes things go a bit faster.

baaaa rofl did a reflex save not a fort save.... such is life.... Now for me to wake up!

Majests sits up with a confused look on her face, "I must have dreamt I was on a boat! And all of you were there!" Pointing to the scorpian/crab creature, she says slowly,"Except that guy."

She gets up, and tries to shoot the creature with her sling from where she's standing.

Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
Dmg: 1d3 + 0 ⇒ (2) + 0 = 2

Thanks for the help on the dice tags!

nice shot!

I rolled up your confirmation on that crit Majest, sadly it missed.

The stone from Majest's sling strikes the beast squarely in the head, dazing it a second as it tries to figure out how best to come at Carys.

Start of round 3. Kabur wakes this round. As a reminder, the init order is now, Ilarian, Beast, Carys, Majest, Kabur.

Ilarian is up. Last one has taken 2 damage.

Slightly amused at the sight of a dazed giant bug, Ilarian points at the beast, and utters a stream of arcane syllables, as yet again a bolt of energy flies from his fingertip.
Magic Missle 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

How far am i away from the action. Am i close enough to stand take a 5 foot step and attack or is the last bug already squished?

With Ilarian's blast, the last of the beasts falls motionless to the ground.

The threat removed, everyone has a chance to catch their breath and survey the situation. Not to mention wrack their brains in an attempt to figure out how they ended up here. The last that anyone can remember was having dinner aboard the Jenevere. Then nothing but vague feelings of nausea, panic, and drowning until awakening on this beach.

Ilarian leans on his elbows and lets his haed roll back as he sighs in relief. Looking around him, he slowly attempts to get up trying to shake off the nausea as he does so, and stepping gingerly on his sliced foot. Hobbling over to the pile of gear, he sifts through, grabbing his belongings. "Everyone okay," he asks while puts on his backpack. He then grabs his light crossbow and loads it, and keeping it ready.

Sorry 'bout the horrible spelling and grammar, I have no idea what happened there.

Carys follows suit, following Ilarian to rifle through the gear and collect her belongings. "Thanks to you and Majest. Any chance you remember how we arrived here?" She starts to look around and sighs. "I wonder if we will get a refund."

Ilarian scoffs at the notion of a refund. "Doubtful. More likely we will be held responsible for whatever happened to the blasted ship, and we will have to pay the owners." He looks around at the beach, and at those washed ashore. He limps over to some of the others and tries to wake them, ensuring he points his crossbow at the sand. As he helps Kabur to his feet, he asks to anyone who may have any inkling, "Anyone know where we are and who is missing?"

A look around shows that all of the passengers have arrived safely on the beach. A few are even starting to wake up, though everyone seems to be experiencing the same sickness. However, most of the crew is gone, save for the burly half-orc. But the captain, first mate, and everyone else do not seem to have survived, or at least washed up on this shore. Also notably absent is the only passenger not here, Ieana, the Varisian woman who kept to herself.

Sarai gets up groaning slightly and holding a hand to her stomach while the other immediately goes to her head. "Does anyone else feel as bad as I do?"

The half-orc refuses any attempts at assistance in getting his feet, but it is obvious, as much as he tries to hide it, that he is suffering the same effects as everyone else. Looking about with a confused expression he silently makes his way over to the pile of gear to retrieve a very large club which he hefts onto his back by a strap before taking a closer look around.

Abshail starts to stand, then slumps down to kneeling for a moment. "I can't remember what I ordered for dinner last night, but when I do I'll never have it again," he says with a groan and a weak chuckle. "I wonder if I have something to make this go away in my..." his sentence trails off as he gets up and begins looking for his supplies.

After most of his companions start milling about the beach, gathering their belongings, Ilarian sits back down, and pulls off his boot, which was sliced open in the bug attack. Holding it at eye level, he stares at it, and laughs. "This trip has started off famously! Maybe I should have just shut up and joined the clergy back home. Had I known I was to be shipwrecked as soon as I left, I may have reconsidered!" He sighs, takes off his vest and shirt, and replaces his vest. Drawing his dagger, he winces as he cuts his fine silk shirt into strips. "I got bandages here, anyone need any," he asks with a sigh. He then tries to wrap his foot with a thin bandage, so that he can fit his foot back into his boot. Then he tries standing, gently putting weight on his injured foot.

I only had him bandage his foot for comfort's sake. I was not trying to regain hit points, if I even can, but I will still supply a heal check.

1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21

What a thing to roll a 20 on. :)

Sarai gets up slowly, making her way over to the pile along with everyone else to retrieve her two scimitars. She performs a quick inspection of each before strapping it across her back. "I don't think you mean that," she comments to Ilarian with a smile as she passes by him on her way to the other passengers, checking to see if any of them need help.

At least she still seems cheerful enough.

"Hey, all my bullets are still in my pocket! How awesome is that? You'd think that at least most of them would have fallen out, right?" she says happily as she digs through her pockets. She hops toward the pile to grab her things, gets dizzy, then swerves the rest of the way there.

A huge gasp escapes her as she holds up her wet bag. "Look at how clean it is! I've been meaning to clean this thing for years! I'd have to say that this trip has been going pretty smoothly, huh? I mean, with the exception of those crab things, but we took care of that problem," she says with a they-were-nothing hand gesture.

A weak chuckle escapes Carys and she starts to rub the temples of her head [Calming Touch]. "Any chance this place is located on your map?" With a sigh of relief she sits down and starts to go through her pack, inventorying and setting aside the items that might have been ruined by the seawater.

With a slightly disgusted look at the odd litle gnome, he limps over to the pile. He chuckles at Sarai's words. "I guess you're right."He sits down, and begins pointing at his clothes and murmuring something as he does so. [Prestedigitation] Finally, after they are cleaned, he sets to work putting his hair back into the ponytail it was in aboard the ship, and straightening his clothes. Looking into his small mirror, he sighs. "I suppose that will have to suffice. Anyone else?"