"The bosun must have joined the mutiny! And the first mate is nowhere in sight...
Captain, you should join my crew, I'm afraid you would be demoted to first lieutenant however..."
Str 12/Dex 13/Con 13/Int 17/Wis 12/Cha 14
HP 26/27
AC (lamellar armor) [Tot 17] [Touch 12] [FF 15] (armor+4 dex+1 dodge+1 natural+1)
CMB:+4 (+3BaB +1strength)
CMD:15 (+3BaB +1strength +1dexterity +10)
Fortitude save +5 (+4base +1con)
Reflex save +2 (+1base +1dex)
Will save +5 (+4base +1wis)
BaB+3
Initiative+1
Perception +7
Caster level check +11
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Climb +6 //Intimidate +7 //Knowledge Arcana +10 //Profession(Sailor) +5
Spellcraft +10 //Swim +7 //Sense Motive +4 //Survival +9
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Speed 30ft/9mtr
+1 Scimitar [att+5 dam1d6+2 18-20/x2 type S]
Shortbow [att+4 dam1d6 x3 60ft type P] 15 arrows
Prepared Spells :Level 0(cantrips):Daze(will DC13);Acid Splash(1d3 acid);Light;Detect Magic
Level 1:Shocking Grasp x2 (4d6 elect)
Level 2:Web (reflex DC15); Bull's Strength (+4 str)
Arcane Pool(1/2 magus level+int mod)[5]
Carrying 40lbs/light emcumbrance/check penalty -1
used the pearl of power for the day
"I'm seriously thinking about being the new bosun myself, and having the mutineers keelhauled, i'm good at such things."
Iolana fires again at the same foe.
Mugambi double moves to Syndlara's side one more time.
The lizardfolk warriors whirl then release their corded weapons...
One grits its teeth from the grazing arrow wound as the grappling hook-like projectiles fly toward Syndlara and Truk'tosh.
They both miss and begin to reel the projectiles back in...
The one aiming for Truk'tosh has a little trouble. His projectile is slightly hung up on a rock.
Piendy is within the far cave, and you can faintly hear him continuing his tantrum.
A shadow passes overhead. You see it grow and distort as it passes over the uneven terrain.
As you look to the sky, you see a flying near-humanoid lizard, with crimson wings and spiny ridge, and glistening blueish scales.
It circles overhead one hundred feet in the air.
Truk grips his staff tightly and studies the lizard-beast approaching overhead.
”What in the hells is that?” the big orc grunts in surprise.
OI!!! It's that Red Mountain Devil that killed Mr.Averin!
Gatherine saw the familiar shadow and its owner,head jerking up and stamping her feet in anxious excitement.
The creature dives and plunges into the water between the butte and yourselves.... it does not resurface.
Aiiiieeee! Kill everything with scales on it!
The dwarf maid flew into a fullblown tantrum born of fear and frustration,firing Twinbellows in a blast of roiling gunsmoke,sparks,and thunder.
A hole tore itself into scaled flesh from her quick shot.She hollered at the top of her voice.Twinbellows! Reload!she ordered the bandoleer,then to the others.When it comes back up,watch yourselves! It'll try to snatch you up and kill you!
The shot finishes off the lizardfolk as he was reeling in his corded weapon.
The other nearly has his weapon free from where it is caught on the rocky ledge.
The lifeless corpse of the dead lizardfolk tumbles down the falls.
The body surfaces, and rides the slowing current.
A moment later it is dragged down underwater from clawed scaly hands underneath.
Syndlara leaps into the water, nearly falling over in the fast current--as it is, she is dragged downstream a little, but she is able to close with the remaining lizardman and slash at him with her scimitar.
With a preference for lone travelers and farm animals (particularly goats), chupacabras leave little evidence of their presence apart from the grisly blood-drained husks of their meals, often leading locals to believe a reckless vampire lives in the area.
A typical chupacabra measures nearly 5-1/2 feet from muzzle to tail tip and stands just under 4 feet tall. Slightly built and light of bone, most weigh close to a hundred pounds.
Some chupacabras are mutants with large reptilian wings, and have been known to carry off more than goats and children.
"Chu...chu...CHUPACABRA! Ware the monster that feeds on blood!"
Are we strong enough to scare it off? Or will it attack despite our number?
"Piendy? CAPTAIN! Stay inside please! New foes approaches."
Garborn is instantly protective of this link to the past.
Gatherine stopped cold,eyes big and mouth hanging open.Then she exploded in excitement,flailing her pistol.I it. I knew chupacabras were real. No one believed me. When we kill it,Imma make a trophy out of it.
Mugambi punches the lizard-man attacking Syndlara connecting his cestus with the monster's jaw.
Str 12/Dex 13/Con 13/Int 17/Wis 12/Cha 14
HP 26/27
AC (lamellar armor) [Tot 17] [Touch 12] [FF 15] (armor+4 dex+1 dodge+1 natural+1)
CMB:+4 (+3BaB +1strength)
CMD:15 (+3BaB +1strength +1dexterity +10)
Fortitude save +5 (+4base +1con)
Reflex save +2 (+1base +1dex)
Will save +5 (+4base +1wis)
BaB+3
Initiative+1
Perception +7
Caster level check +11
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Climb +6 //Intimidate +7 //Knowledge Arcana +10 //Profession(Sailor) +5
Spellcraft +10 //Swim +7 //Sense Motive +4 //Survival +9
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Speed 30ft/9mtr
+1 Scimitar [att+5 dam1d6+2 18-20/x2 type S]
Shortbow [att+4 dam1d6 x3 60ft type P] 15 arrows
Prepared Spells :Level 0(cantrips):Daze(will DC13);Acid Splash(1d3 acid);Light;Detect Magic
Level 1:Shocking Grasp x2 (4d6 elect)
Level 2:Web (reflex DC15); Bull's Strength (+4 str)
Arcane Pool(1/2 magus level+int mod)[5]
Carrying 40lbs/light emcumbrance/check penalty -1
used the pearl of power for the day
With Syndlara right next to him, the lizardfolk warrior in the water drops the cord to his thrown weapon, bites and claws at her.
The elven sword-dancer dances out of reach of the lizardman's claws and teeth, her legs creating large splashes in the river as she moves. Going on the offensive, she slashes at the lizardman's side, her blade leaving another trail of blade in its wake.
The lizardfolk warrior tumbles down the falls... it floats on the slower current below, but is not immediately snatched like the other.
Piendy emerges from the far cave, and flies over.
"All done. Punished half to death twice." He looks over at the rest of the group, clears his sinuses with a snort, and waves.
"Hello me new mates. I Piendy am your captain now."
As the lizardman falls, Syndlara begins wading her way back to the near shore. Soaking wet, she resheathes her scimitar and wrings out her hair. She glances at Piendy, then her companions. Wordlessly, she arches an eyebrow.
Truk grins at the sight of Syndlara making her way back to the dry land before addressing the congested mephit.
"What is with people trying to call themselves my captain lately", the big orc grumbles aloud.
"Who's your friend?" Truk asks of the group's madman.
Piendy mimics Syndlara's arced eyebrow, and says after Truk's question,
"I now have a ship so that makes me captain. It... is just on the wong side of the water now." He points to the water just past the butte, and snorts as his nose runs... as it does by the end of each sentence.
"Not s'posed to use the doohickey thing, so we need to find some udder way."
Truk peers in the direction Piendy's pointing.
"By 'wrong side of the water,' do you mean that it's underwater? Or that it's upriver?" Syndlara asks, dripping a puddle onto the jungle floor.
"Its under the water there." He points past the butte again.
Truk raises a brow and scratches at his scruffy chin.
"I don't think that's gunna help us much."
The elf sighs. "That's what I thought."
"What doohickey are you not supposed to use? Can it raise the ship?"
....Hello?! Monster hiding under the water.Killed Averin.Gatherine pointed her pistol at the water where the chupacabra dove in and submerged itself.
Attk
Dmg
Perception
Gatherine fired another shot into the water,just to see if she could get a reaction if not a grazing strike.
A ships?! The tribesman says with interest.
And what were ya all suppose to be guarding here far Ieana? He asks the mephit.
"Good to see you again Piendy, I...I thought all the old crew were dead.
I'm a captain of sorts too now, the Mad captain don't you know?"
Piendy cringes when Gatherine fires the shot "Don't woory, he just pick you off when you're weak and bleedin."
"Don't think he can even see underwater... just smells blood."
You then hear thrashing in the water... further out to sea. It is difficult to see at first through the splashes of the conflict.
Then you see the second lizardfolk body get tugged under, and a shark turn belly up and bleeding in the water.
Piendy turns back after watching. "That ritual thing that makes the water go down. Our numba one *snort* number one job from the lady Ieana is to keep people from touchin it."
"Good to see you, Gar born. I found your robe on the beach and not you. I keep it in the ship."
The shark body then gets tugged underwater.
"Wait, you gotta ritual that'll lower the water? We could use that to get to the ship and get off this rock", Truk explains.
"Lady Ieana is the one you girls are after?"
Piendy eyes Truk. "You... are the enemy? The mutinous dogs? Its from you we are to protect the stones, but how can we when it's us Bwaahhhh! Confwicted towmented! *snort* trapped into thinking things harder than math... I tink I should go."
He starts to fly out to the water.
Iolana put away the bow and pills out the sword from the ground, then sheates it.
"Yes Truk, Ieana is her.And i'm interested in this ship as well, where are you going Piendy?"
To Gatherine
"I would like to kill that chupa...thing too, especially since i don't feel safe with it around while we are trying to work our way out of this rock."
Gatherine called out to the snotty mephit.Oi,I thought you wanted to hang out with us!
She eyed the waters stubbornly for any sign of the chupacabra.As an afterthought,she loaded Sneezy Dragon with an alchemical cartridge to deal with it.
Perception
Diplomatic untrained
"You know me Piendy! I'm not your enemy, and you are my friend, so clearly SHE must be the enemy right?"
Piendy stops and shrugs, then responds to Garborn...
"I don't know about clearly, but it makes sense enough."
He flaps over to the standing stones on the butte.
"Dunno *snort* howta do it, but this is the place. Imma take a snooze here till yer ready." He lies down in the shade of the standing stones.
"..an yer too heavy to car-wy *snort* carry so don't even ask."
Truk leads the way across the water toward the standing stones.