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"Not a bad idea. Anibal." She moves up and uses Prestidigitation to obscure the name with dirt. "That's good for an hour. I'll do the spell again when it wears off."
Einn listens to both suggestions, "I know some of the inner workings of the Razmiran religion. We would need white robes and masks to pull of the religious pilgrim ploy. Razmir doesn't allow other religions in areas they have control. If we had those, we might be able to pull it off."
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"I think a multi-pronged effort is in order here. Some of us are less well suited toward nightly athletic adventures," Meaning me. "and would be more well suited towards a diplomatic approach. Perhaps some of you could poke around in the back areas while I try to wheedle information from them in the main area?" Bonus: They won't try to kill everyone I talk to. Particularly Shiva. Why would anyone call themself 'cutthroat'; and she talks to her swords if it is her best friend. THAT's not a sign of a tendency towards violence.
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"i can pose as a merchant, i am a trapper after all. And i can snoop around after dark i do have a few spells to help with that if anyone tries to follow." after sayong that she looks down "yes i have you to but i dont think guy like when we work together."
Shr moves over to guy..."just so u know i dont kill everyone i meet yall are still alive and the members of the crew." she smiles and pulls her cloak over her head and starts looking for her animal traps.
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"Now, now, ladies and gentlemen.", Anibal interjects. "There's no need to point fingers. It was probably my grossly miscalculated donation, that caused the situation. I fully accept the blame for this one. I mean they weren't overly polite to begin with, but that did eem to be the last straw.", he looks at the body on the deck again.
"Let's keep the past behind us and focus on what will happen now, shall we? I propose we lay low in some god-forgotten inn and sniff around for gossip. You have every right to suggest something else, but this kind of thing is my bread and butter. Unlike sailing. Compared to a city, there's not a lot of dark corners to hide in on a two-deck ship, eh?", he adds with a grin.
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Luurg looks back and forth between the others as they discuss what to do next. He looks just wracked with nervousness and anxiety at the entire situation as he tears into a small bag of peaches that may or may not have once been stowed below deck for the crew. "Can't say I'm good at lying, cept in my hammock. And oomies gimme da stink eye lots too. BUT! I'mma gud guide n gud in a fight. So how 'bout I just be dem tings n you guys find out where we goin next? I help get us dare whens you do."
He takes a seat and offers up the peaches before they disappear down his gullet.
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Anibal grabs a peach from Luurg, but makes sure to check it for.. anything really, before taking a bite.
"Although, considering our orcish friend - I don't know much about the population makeup in the area, but I have a feeling that Luurg might prove to be as inconspicuous as a lighthouse in a storm to anyone that might be onto us. Perhaps a combination of masquerading as merchants and a little snaky guile? We can always say you are a bodyguard, Luurg. You look it.", he offers the orc a wink and a brief smile.
"Tasty!", he adds while showcasing the peach. "Where did you get them?"
As the Pathfinders dwell over a plan for the mission ahead they sail on.
The river narrows ahead, owing around a central isle thick with trees and vegetation. The northern fork of the river runs beneath a canopy formed by the isle’s overhanging trees and riverside foliage while to the south, the river is open to the sky above.
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"hey yall we got a split comming up which way should we go. Idk this area so im ok with either way."
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After a few moments of pondering, accompanied by a fair bit of belly rubbing while he thinks. Luurg pipes up "We should go to dat side dare wid dem trees. Good shade n protect us from any angry birds!" He smiles and nods to the others in agreement with himself as he grips his spear.
"Oh, and dares some big snakes in da water so... ya careful of dat k?"
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Guy jolts a bit and stretches his neck, as if that will help him see any better.
"Snakes? Where?"
Guy prepares to fight or run, he's not sure at first. But the combination of the fact that there is nowhere to run to other than the boat, and the uncanny puissance he displayed in the previous battle, causes the fight reflex to win over and he remains topside.
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Shiva noticing guys jolt at the word snake
"i can help get rid of them snakes you do know electric and water dont mix. Besides we might have food for later."
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Luurg shrugs his shoulders a bit, his rotund belly heaving up with it before setting back down with an impressive jiggle.
He does take a funny look and smile at Anibal "You dunno how to swim? Hold breath? Take few deep breathes, like dis..." He takes a few moments to draw in some deep breathes before holding the final one. He then mimes out the following: Diving into the water, doing some overhand strokes and drawing his dagger with one hand while fighting off an aquatic beast with the other and stabbing repeatedly. Then nodding profusely while swimming back dragging a creature. "Dare, just like dat."
The Pathfinders prepare themselves in case their is a fight ahead. They sail on under a thick tree canopy. As they sail on one of the snakes that were noticed suddenly vanishes beneath the water. Just as it does a giant bird splashes the whole boat and drops the snake at your feet. After the splash settles you notice there are two birds instead of one.
Preying upon fish and fishermen with equal ease, river drakes are scourges of freshwater expanses. They are thought to be related to black dragons, as evidenced by their acidic spit, water affinity, viciousness, and preference for rotten meat. Like other drakes, river drakes are cruel hunters, using a play-and-prey hunting style. When not hungry, they amuse themselves by stalking and harassing other creatures and travelers.
The river drake keeps a small stash of uncut garnets and gold nuggets on the bank of the island near where it attacks the boat.
The first drake(red) bites at Einn but misses.
The second drake(green) bites at Luurg and sinks its teeth into his leg opening up a gash.
Combat round 1
Everyone may action
Luurg
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Guy squeals like a little girl, then attempts to cast Murderous command on green defensively.
Guy then runs to the back of the boat, drawing AoOs.
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Einn taps Guy with the wand. "I've never met a Cleric who couldn't wear armor. We should talk about this vow later. It sounds fascinating."
"Luurg after we're done with this you should go swimming at grab those gold and gems." Einn points them out.
She takes a step back, and casts color spray on all the creatures.
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Luurg nods as he notices the shinies as well.
Luurg reels a bit from the bite, but grits his teeth and smiles "Mean drake! But Luurg ain't no weak gobbie, Luurg TOUGH!" With that he takes a step back, pulls a coconut off his belt, shakes it thoroughly and tosses it at the red drake.
Only the strong thrive in your homeland, and you are no weakling, even among your kin.
Prerequisites: Con 13, Diehard, Endurance.
Benefit: You gain a +5 bonus on all Constitution checks made to stabilize while dying. Once per day, if you are struck by a critical hit or sneak attack, you can spend an immediate action to negate the critical or the sneak attack damage, making the attack a normal hit.
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"Oh aint you adorable to bad you have to die."
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Guy casts murderous command on the green drake. Luurg burns the red drake with a flaming coconut. Shiva swings at the red drake and kills it instantly. It's sliced in half and the two halves of its body fall over board. The green drake, stunned from the color spray, can't seem to do anything and just stands there. The snake is knocked unconscious from the color spray and also just lays there.
Combat round 2
Everyone may action
Luurg
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"this will be real easy"
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Shiva lashes put at the Drake and opens up a wide bleeding wound in its side. Guy is letting the fighters try and take care of this. Luurg attempts to cut the snake in two, but misses and hits the boat instead. Anibal barely misses with the bow.
Combat round 3
Everyone may action
Luurg
Drake
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Now that his beady black eyes are clear of flashing lights, Luurg takes his time and lines up his spear point on the back of the snake's head and drives it home.
Some blood trickles out as the spear sticks it to the deck. Sorry dare snake. Mind if I take yer poison? "Dis one look ded, how's dat dare drake comin'? What out fer dem teef! Big and sharp!"
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Seeing everything now unmoving, well except he and his shipmates, Luurg leans his spear up against the rail on the ship and takes out his apple switch and goes about touching up his bite wound.
He shakes the stick a few times and squints one eye at it as it sputters and doesn't close up the wound very well, especially on the second try. "Guessin dis apple stick just tired." He inspects the wound for any signs of poison or disease before putting his wand away and taking out his dagger to have a look at the snake.
"Deez snakes drip poison with dare teef. Take dat out and you can put it on spears!"
It takes the big orc just a few moments to pull out a pair of small sacs from behind the jaws of the snake which he puts in a small vial with a stopper. "Time to get us some shinies!" He announces as he grabs his spear, takes a few huffs and puffs to hold his breath and jumps over the side to retreive the hidden treasure. SPLOOOOOSSHHHHHH!
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Anibal gives Shiva a look and starts untying his leg from the mast. "I'm not sure whether Luurg enjoyed it as much as you did. That thing seems to have almost bitten his leg off.", he checks the fruit-enthusiast again, and shrugs.
"Well - he doesn't seem to mind." as Luurg jumps into the river, Anibal walks towards the railing again, observing Luurg.
"You okay, big guy?"
Following the river drake confrontation and resumption of the journey east, Passad and the envoys emerge from
"I commend you in dispatching this latest threat. Clearly the Society sent the right agents for such a task." exclaims Passad."I wonder if the party’s wisdom matches its martial skills."
"The Pathfinder Society continues to amaze me, and it seems to me increasingly prudent to enter into a business arrangement that would certainly be to our mutual benefit—particularly for those with an eye for spotting profit. Let me make my case simply: my trade network is growing and already blankets the Inner Sea like no other, and the dwarves cannot hope to compete with the prices I offer. Let us not forget that the Pathfinders have had many mutually profitable business dealings with me in the past.”
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"The society has scholars as well as warriors, as should be obvious by now, but our field teams tend to be loosely organized and the warriors have as much say as the scholars. Thus the 'militaristic' approach to the docks. Anyway, I'm sure the society would welcome an association with your organization and would have much to offer in return. There isn't much in this world that the society doesn't poke its nose into. Sometimes I wonder if it lacks focus. But one thing is for sure, it is powerful and a worthwhile ally if that is what you are asking."
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Luurg gives Anibal the thumbs up as he swims away towards the spot he saw the shinies at as the drakes attacked. He swims and frolics a bit, stomping around in the mud on the river bank, letting it squish between the toes on his bare feet. After a few minutes of fun and profit he heads back towards the ship in no huge rush.
Luurg takes his time climbing up onto the boat, using the cargo netting draped down the side, his eyes and face tell the story... Shinies!
He hits the deck and gives off a bit of a dog shake to get some of the excess water out of his chain shirt. "Water so nice! Real warm, almost too warm!"
He looks around at the others as they look to be in conversation with Passad "Was dare a meetin? Did I miss it?"
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Einn tries to duck the flying water as Luurg shakes, and doesn't manage to. She uses Prestidigitation on herself to clean and dry her clothing and hair, and then walks up to Luurg.
"I can get you dried off faster. You don't want your armor to rust." If he lets her she casts prestidigitation on him.
"We've been talking about the Pathfinder Society doing business with the Mr. Passad and his wide ranging network of suppliers instead of business with the dwarves."
A thought suddenly occurs to her, "Are you asking for us not to agree to do business with them?" she asks Passad.