Merisiel dances around to a flanking position on the baboon before it has a chance to act, and takes a swing.
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Theodic and Merisiel dance around the baboon, knocking it also to the deck where it lies bleeding.
Tomren missiles the crossbowman, while Gratius tries to strike him with his weapon but misses.
"Cast off!" shouts the crossbow man to the sailors, who remove the boarding planks and cut the grapples.
"Quick, you can make it !" he calls out to Tanariel.
He steps back and fires once more at the wizard
Status, bold may post.
Tanariel 7 damage
Iago
Gratius
Jethryk/Merisiel
Theodic - 5 damage.
Tomren - 6 damage
My guys
x-bow(green) - charmed ; 3 damage
Merisiel responds by throwing a dagger at the crossbowman.
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Between the dagger and the magical missile the last of the faith guards falls.
The sailors on the other boat look stunned, check to see if anyone on shore has seen what happened and toss the unconscious man over the side and into the river. Already facing down river they pause to give a friendly and excited wave before setting sail.
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Iago unstrings his bow casually, nodding to himself, before calmly picking up his greataxe, which he slings back across his shoulders. He smacks his lips appreciatively and looks at his companions. "Well, that only turned into an average-sized pile of s%&#. Let's move on before the rest of Xer decides to contribute to it." he states neutrally, before offering a hand to Tanariel. "Neat trick there. And thanks for that thing earlier... What was that, a spell? Didn't really picture you as a spellslinger. What are you? A worshiper with actual pull or one of those arcane types?" he asks discreetly, while giving a thumbs up to Gratius then nodding at the other Pathfinders with a curt smile in gratitude.
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Each of the two guards that you felled has a shortsword, crossbow with a dozen bolts, padded armour and a bottle. A quick 'detect magic' shows they are magical.
The Abacus continues up the Glass River. Once clear of Xer, Amauhak comes back on deck to gaze at the waters around him. "It has a mouth, but never eats. Has a bed, but never rests. I for one am glad I am not a river."
He turns to the team. "Have you thought about how you will gain access to the inn? What will be your cover story?"
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"Pilgrims?" ventures Iago, eyeing a reappearing Tanariel with a mild air of curiosity. "Crusaders might actually fit the bill better; the Worldwound is active again, and Mendev has sounded a call to arms. It would make the most sense, but I'm more than open to better suggestions. "A wise man speaks little and listens much."" he quotes with a flourish, walking to the railing of the boat and leaning back against it. He continues, looking cheerful: "Not my idiom, I borrowed it from the Sapphire Sage Amenophus. By the way, speaking of sages... You mentioned the Diamond Sage, wise Amauhak. I'm eager to learn more of this new sage... I was under the mistaken impression that there was only one gem sage in existence. Do you mind, maybe... making some time to talk to me about him? Instruct me, so to speak, on the topic of the Diamond Sage?"
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"Diamonds are beautiful and hard. A sage is rarely either of these. Thus we are in a quandary."
Metella, hearing the conversation chimes in. "Yes, religious pilgrims would be a great idea. Wanting answers to spiritual questions may easily require privacy and freedom of movement."
Passad snorts. Maybe it is just the snuff he seems to keep always at hand.
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Passard nods at the wisdom of Tanariel.
"Quite right. Religious pilgrims, transparent nonsense. You should pose as merchants seeking a way station for a regular trade caravan. That would allow you to have unfettered access to the property - while you 'assess its' amenities"
Merisiel looks a little doubtful.
"We might be a tad heavily armed for a travelling group of merchants... that said, merchants who aren't heavily armed and armored probably wouldn't fare particularly well around here..."
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Tanariel smirks. "Then, let's continue as merchants. We've already complicated Passad's ventures in this area by not docking at Xer, let's not muddle his efforts further by pretending to be what we aren't. This is a merchant's vessel, Passad is ferrying us passage, he is not responsible for our actions, and we have shown we can defeat enemies, should we need to. Business is not illegal in Razmiran, and so there is less suspicion."
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Metella grumbles and heads below deck. Passard smirks at her and offers a sniff of snuff to any of the pathfinders who care to partake.
The Abacus continues up river into the afternoon. Eventually the river starts to narrow, flowing 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.
The captain looks to you "Which side would you prefer we travel?"
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The captain steers to the south and soon the Abacus is passing down the narrow channel.
A light breeze keeps everyone cool, and the conversation seems to be more about how to act as a merchant than anything else. Suddenly a snake comes flying through the air from within the river, landing on the deck. A moment later a huge draconic head breaches the surface - hungry eyes settling on the pathfinder team and crew.
The drake spits acid at Jethryk .
While the viper tries to bite Theodic but misses
Status, bold may post:
Gratius
Iago
Jethryk - 2 damage, entangled (Reflex DC 12 to reduce damage to 1 and prevent entangle)
Tomren
Theodic - 5 damage (shares square with snake)
Tanariel - 7 damage
Drake
Viper