The Reclamation of Zahvroma (Inactive)

Game Master Signore di Fortuna

Chapter 7: To Forge The Future Combat Map


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M Human Oracle 1

"Gah! Great Jumping J!!zmonsters! Where'd you come from! A harmless blessing and you become the Accuser of Men! I'll have my eye on you!"


Advanced Orcish Deity 6 | HP: 112/146 (0 temps) | AC: 24 (26) ; T: 17; FF: 23; CMD: 33* | Fort: +15; Ref: +10; Will: +10 | Int: +3; Perc: +9
Active Effects:
Aegis (+2 deflection), Enhanced Weapons (+3)
Resources:
MartialFlexibility 6/6 | MythicPower 5/7 | Inspired 1/1 | SpellPool 14/14 | Tension 2/8

Skaar is shocked and more than a little impressed at Rukkus's bravado. It wasn't often that opponents offered him a handicap. The big orc sized his opponent up. While he had the size advantage, the half-breed obviously had a great deal of experience.

Skaar quickly undid the clasps on his harness. Armor had no place in a competition like this and the strips of toughened hide could act as handholds for a canny opponent. With little ceremony he dropped the collection of leather straps in a heap outside the impromptu arena. He flexed and stretched his massive arms and shoulders, enjoying the freedom from the otherwise binding harness.

As hulking greenskin slapped his chest and roared to get the crowd's anticipation building, he reflected on how familiar this whole scene felt. Preparing to fight another man with his bare hands with a crowd of eager onlookers cheering him on, the blood pumping in his ears, nervous energy bordering on nausea - he had done this all many times before only last time the circumstances had been different.

Last time he hadn't been facing a sailor in his prime but a man fighting for the lives of his children.

Last time it had been for blood.

Shocked out of his brief moment of introspection by Rukkus's boast, Skaar slapped his chest one more time and then moved in for the clinch.

Grapple: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26

DM:
I'm not sure what kind of rules we should use for the bout. Two falls pin/submission? Knockout? Or did you just want to do narrative?


Advanced Orcish Deity 6 | HP: 112/146 (0 temps) | AC: 24 (26) ; T: 17; FF: 23; CMD: 33* | Fort: +15; Ref: +10; Will: +10 | Int: +3; Perc: +9
Active Effects:
Aegis (+2 deflection), Enhanced Weapons (+3)
Resources:
MartialFlexibility 6/6 | MythicPower 5/7 | Inspired 1/1 | SpellPool 14/14 | Tension 2/8

Also, I did not anticipate Rukkus being such a badass! =/


M Vanara: AC 19 /15/14 / HP 30 / F +8* R +7* W +11* / Init. +7 / Perc. +13/ Sense Motive +16 Inquisitor (Spellbreaker) / 6

Assuming Harakhty at some point is able to find the Kitsune, he'll hail him with a wave.

"Hello to you, lookout! I am Harakhty of the Suntooth tribe, with you for just this short voyage to the South. Are most days on the water as beautiful as this one? This is my first time so far away from land." He judges the crewmember's reaction; though the majority of the crew had been friendly, if he was making the unique lookout uncomfortable, he would not press him too hard.

In any case, Harakhty continued."Your crew seemed to be comfortable with each other though - mostly anyway. That Jitty seems to rub a few the wrong way. But I guess that's what happens when you spend a long time together; as relaxed as you seem to be each other, you must have been crew together here for some time." He buried Jitty's mention among other details, allowing the lookout an out if he didn't feel like discussing the subject. "It also looks as if you've seen the world. I confess I've never encoutnered nor heard of your kind before; I pray your people make a better impression among the humans than ours."

Only if the Kitsune didn't seem offended by the line of questioning about Jitty will Harakhty continue with the text spoiler text below, then the non-spoiler - otherwise he'll head directly to the non-spoiler; a complete non-response regarding Jitty will be taken as him being offended.

Spoiler:
"It is good to learn more about the other peoples of the world. Often, other races take us for primitives, nothing more than laborers or hunters. The vicious Orcs often do the same. One Orc, Skaar, boarded with us from the royal guard. Surely you saw him - he's huge." Harakhty was certain even if the lookout wasn't too thrilled with the talk abuot Jitty, he would surely have seen the green giant aboard the ship and be able to second his worries. If they weren't relatively apart from the rest of the crew, he lowered his voice. "He was gone from our chamber last night, and today he says he had a tryst with one of your crewmembers. Would any of them actually want to with him?.. It doesn't exactly sound pleasant." He didn't know how much the lookout talked to the rest of his crew, but if any were missing, his eyes should know. "I worry - if he is that type of Orc - when we set food on that island, with nobody to stop him, he may take some of us as slaves." Sometimes, heartfelt honesty was the best way to elicit a more informative response.

"Have you not seen anyone of your crew today?"


Stephen turns to see the halfling cook looking at him sternly. "I've traveled with enough spellcasters to know what you were up to with your handwaving. You may be able to fool others with your drunken "enlightenment" act, but I know better."

Skaar:
I think I'll just narrate the fight. No need for unnecessary die rolling :)

Skaar and Rukkus wrestle with fervor, but Rukkus' boast and subsequent handicap hinders his ability to the overcome the skilled hands of Skaar. After a minute or so, Skaar has Rukkus pinned and the half-orc concedes.

"Veldig bra. Jeg skulle gjerne gjøre det igjen en dag," the half-orc says, wiping sweat from his brow.

Orc:
"Very good. I should like to do that again someday."

Rukkus gets off the deck and approaches Stephen. "Let me have some of that, little man. Wrestling's thirsty work."

Plucking the dark-colored bottle from Stephen, he uncorks it. The smell is potent. "This ain't liquor."

Cyna, make a Knowledge (nature) check DC 15.

As this is going on, Harakhty attempts to introduce himself to the lookout reclining against a barrel watching the spectacle. "I am Kirito, Harakhty. I wish I belonged to a tribe, but I don't. In my land of Jin Zhao, I am seen as a myth, a ghost story for children. Sometimes this is good, sometimes not. My people are not really travelers, but some of us like to get away for a while.
"I'm surprised you haven't noticed. About the water, I mean. We are carried on the shoulders of water elementals, which makes our travel much faster than it would usually be. The sails are for show, really. But to answer your question; no, some days are ugly. We are fortunate, but also the season is fit for travel.
"Jitty is not part of the crew. At least, not in my eyes. What he did to Captain Rando is unforgivable. Rando is a better man than I in that respect, I suppose. Rando insists that we give him leeway and don't follow his every move, but I wouldn't. It is better to know one's enemy and his whereabouts than leave him to his own devices. However, my duties make it hard to keep an eye on him."

Kirito faces Harakhty. "Your orc seems as honest as they come. I'm sure he carries his own burdens, like us all. I'm sure Zahira would have had "fun" with him. Rukkus is her brother so she doesn't get to see other half-orcs or full-blooded orcs that often. She can handle herself. I wouldn't worry about Skaar too much. It's that drunkard friend of yours I'd be worried about."

Kirito resumes reclining on the barrel. "I've seen just about everyone today, except for Jitty. He's down below, supposedly cleaning. I would assume he's trying to execute a plan regarding the boat that's been following us."


M Human Oracle 1

To the cook: "Wily little fellow! Ah, you're the cook! The culinary wizard, eh? I am happy to let you know that your food tastes, indeed, like food. I could use a grapefruit, though. Do you have grapefruits?"

Then, after the fight: "Aha! I knew that wooden-legged man was up to something! He said to feed it to the captain! POISONER! ROGUE! MOLESTER OF ORCLINGS! I didn't know what it was myself, but I thought to myself, 'Bring the Rukkus. Bring the motherf!~*ing Rukkus!' Cayden Clan ain't nothin to f##@ wit!"


Female Human Magus (Bladebound) 3

Spellcraft1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

Aurelea glaces over at Steven, her eyes narrowing for a moment then shakes her head, unsure of what just might have happened. The lunatic was ranting about something but she wasn't sure what.


Advanced Orcish Deity 6 | HP: 112/146 (0 temps) | AC: 24 (26) ; T: 17; FF: 23; CMD: 33* | Fort: +15; Ref: +10; Will: +10 | Int: +3; Perc: +9
Active Effects:
Aegis (+2 deflection), Enhanced Weapons (+3)
Resources:
MartialFlexibility 6/6 | MythicPower 5/7 | Inspired 1/1 | SpellPool 14/14 | Tension 2/8

Skaar locks up with his half-orc opponent and is surprised by amount of leverage he brings to bear with only one arm. Even so, the hulking greenskin throws himself wholly into the fight showing all present just what his massive form is capable of. He moves like a mighty grizzly bear, lumbering but with a powerful grace that promises deadly crushing force. After he flips Rukkus onto the deck and climbs atop him for the pin, Skaar raises his arms and roars in victory.

Orc:
"I look forward to it. I will count the days", Skaar answers with genuine respect."[/b]

After reveling in the win for a moment, Skaar helps his opponent up and grabs him in a sweaty muscular embrace.

"Gud fight!" he says in common.


M Vanara: AC 19 /15/14 / HP 30 / F +8* R +7* W +11* / Init. +7 / Perc. +13/ Sense Motive +16 Inquisitor (Spellbreaker) / 6

The occasional glance was all Harakhty cared to give the fight, but it was all he needed; it was obvious staying out of Skaar's reach was a good idea.

Though he knew little of boats, the disclosure of the elementals was something he knew quite of few of the clergy at his church would pay a shiny coin to see. "That's amazing! From what I've heard, it would be hard to control them. This must be a very special ship."

With the lookout's revelation, it seemed quite possible - though not certain - Skaar had nothing to hide and was being truthful. Considering he'd just pinned his proposed concubine's brother, the Vanara felt asking her (or Rukkus) wouldn't be the best idea; tempers always seemed to cause issues with such things. In his tribe, competitions to win the affections of mates were quite common. Bringing them the biggest pelt, performing marvels of acrobatics ... plenty of stunts that maimed or killed more than a few of their kind. He never had to go through such feats for Naeem - he just asked. Perhaps pinning her brother would impress Zahira. Perhaps it would make Rukkus protective of her from the man which just dominated him. Perhaps she was not Skaar's woman in the first place and the entire line of thought was moot.

"There's a boat following us? I didn't notice one." Harakhty then realized what he'd said. Of course you didn't; he's the lookout, and you were running about chatting all day. Learning about the elementals earlier though, he became worried. "That must be Horace - who else would be determined enough and have the resources to run down a magical ship?" The Kitsune's relaxed disposition snared him. "Aren't you worried?"


Tiefling Spirit Ranger 14, Trickster Tier 4
Stats:
Init: +11* | HP: 170/170 | AC: 21 | FF: 16 | Fort: +13 | Ref: +15 | Will: +11 | Perception: +20* | Surge 11/11 | Spirit Bond 3/3

Knowledge Nature 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25


Cyna:
You can tell that the contents of the bottle is a triple dose of hemlock with a little ale as a cheap attempt to disguise the poison.

The kitsune seems a little amused by the questions. "The ship isn't really special. It's Robaldi's doing. Yes, there's a boat following us. I spotted it last night. It flies Horace's colors, but it is not him. Just one of his lackeys. It will take some time for it to catch up to us, so I'm not really worried. Rando is considering taking an unscheduled stop to deal with the matter."

Kirito pushes himself off the barrels and goes to resume his post. "It was pleasant talking to you, Harakhty. It's nice to know that not all beings are disenchanted with what the world has to offer."

With those words, he climbs up the mast to the crow's nest.


M Vanara: AC 19 /15/14 / HP 30 / F +8* R +7* W +11* / Init. +7 / Perc. +13/ Sense Motive +16 Inquisitor (Spellbreaker) / 6

More fearful than before, Harakhty decided he best prepare for the worst. He dashed back to their quarters, donned his robe, ringshirt, and loaded his crossbow. Hopefully, a fight would not be necessary...

He prayed to Nethys for protection, dropping to his knees in the middle of the hammocks, when he was done taking care of the material logistics.


Tiefling Spirit Ranger 14, Trickster Tier 4
Stats:
Init: +11* | HP: 170/170 | AC: 21 | FF: 16 | Fort: +13 | Ref: +15 | Will: +11 | Perception: +20* | Surge 11/11 | Spirit Bond 3/3

" This is one part cheap ale three parts Poison" Cyna replies grimley. After checking the bottle herself. " Hurensohn! its Hemlock. Nasty stuff a paralitic that stops respiration. It stops you from breathing. Then you die. she clarifies to the less knowledgeable around. Jitty's latest attempt no doubt she looks around suddenly finding herself the center of attention if not for stephens ranting. Not great with crowds she hands the bottle to the nearest crewman " Take this to the captain and tell him its been poisoned may be useful later " she chokes out before quickly disappearing below deck.

Dm:
Unless someone stops her or says something then shes going to look for an Identical bottle, but not posioned, then find Jitty Try and teach the bastard a lesson before the crew or captian decide to keelhaul him finally.


Male Dhampir Stormborn Sorcerer 5/Summoner 1/Archmage 1
Status:
Init: +2 | HP: 35/35 | AC: 17 | FF: 15 | Tch: 13 | Fort: +2 | Ref: +4 | Will: +7 | Percep: +8

Seeing the contest come to an end, Drago thought to himself, Well that was certainly interesting.

When the poison was announced, his mother popped in, "What a wonderous development, this trip may turn out to be fun after all." Then, once again, she was gone.


Advanced Orcish Deity 6 | HP: 112/146 (0 temps) | AC: 24 (26) ; T: 17; FF: 23; CMD: 33* | Fort: +15; Ref: +10; Will: +10 | Int: +3; Perc: +9
Active Effects:
Aegis (+2 deflection), Enhanced Weapons (+3)
Resources:
MartialFlexibility 6/6 | MythicPower 5/7 | Inspired 1/1 | SpellPool 14/14 | Tension 2/8

After releasing Rukus and clapping the half-breed on the back again, Skaar scanned the crowd.

DM:
Is anyone's reactions particularly noteworthy, Zahira or otherwise.

Seeing some sort of small commotion occurring over a bottle of wine, the hulking orc investigates. He arrives in time to hear 'poison'. The big greenskin growls, creating a sound more aggressive and hostile than anything heard during the wrestling match.

"Poison?!" he demands.


M Human (multi-ethnic) Rogue Charlatan 6

"The one no one likes tried to kill the Captain. And ME GODAMMIT!"


Advanced Orcish Deity 6 | HP: 112/146 (0 temps) | AC: 24 (26) ; T: 17; FF: 23; CMD: 33* | Fort: +15; Ref: +10; Will: +10 | Int: +3; Perc: +9
Active Effects:
Aegis (+2 deflection), Enhanced Weapons (+3)
Resources:
MartialFlexibility 6/6 | MythicPower 5/7 | Inspired 1/1 | SpellPool 14/14 | Tension 2/8

Skaar's vision narrowed and his gravely voice bristled with a poorly contained desire to do violence.

"Wut? Show 'im to me. I'll break every bone in his body."


Female Human Magus (Bladebound) 3

As the wrestling match ends, Aurelea cathes Skaar's eye and gives him a nod of congratulation. Her features harden at the mention of poison.

"I knew that shifty little bastard couldn't be trusted." she says walking up to the gathering crowd.


M Human Oracle 1

"Gah! I was someone else! But I'm me, don't worry!"


M Vanara: AC 19 /15/14 / HP 30 / F +8* R +7* W +11* / Init. +7 / Perc. +13/ Sense Motive +16 Inquisitor (Spellbreaker) / 6

After a short while in prayer, Harakhty stood and shut the compartment which hid his things. His buckler remained within; though he had training with weapons and shields, he prefered not to use them. Taking such things was an admission they might have to be used, and he would rather obviate such situations entirely. Unfortunately, the practical side of him did not doubt the Kitsune, so he made a compromise with himself by getting his crossbow and ringshirt, an expectation if he did have to fight, it would be from a distance. He was a decent shot, but the majority of his bolts had been fired at bullseyes - not bulls; an actual battle might be something else entirely. His quiver and crossbow adorned his shoulders atop his religious vestment as he left the chamber in search of Rando.

In practice, he might not have to fire the weapon at all. Nethys' teachings held magic to the highest, and Harakhty did not disappoint his instructors. Though not placed on the path to be a priest proper, many of the same incantations were learned by him. They were not the dark rituals of harm or hellfire, but rather those of life and protection. May they serve me well this day, thought the Vanara as he looked for the captain to warn him of his lookout's dangeous observation.


The tension is finally broken by a scream and the boat lurching forward. Harakhty opens the door to the quarters to see Sersel running for the stairs, persued by a figure wearing a beaked mask A reference. The figure stops and looks at Harakhty before continuing its pursuit of Sersel. The pegleg gives away his identity. It is Jitty and he holds a strange orb in his hand.
Sersel emerges onto the deck. "J-Jitty...he'sss killed Jean-Paul...he'sss..."
Her words are cut short as a cutlass emerges from her chest. Her face is frozen in a look of horror as her body slides off the blade. Jitty stands before all, blood covering his vestments. A muffled laugh comes from beneath the mask.
"Robaldi, you shouldn't keep your toys where anyone can get to them," Jitty says, holding up the orb in triumph.
The wind swirls around him, lifting him off the deck of the ship. The wind takes shape into a giant air elemental. Jitty appears to be standing on the thing's shoulder. Another laugh echoes as all sound seems to die away.
"This was never personal, Rando. No, the Rough Beast put you in my path. Though I was never able to extinguish the light inside of you, I have a new calling now. Thanks to this orb, I shall free my master from his bonds."
At this point, the crew and Harakhty assemble on the deck (except for four people [Jean-Paul, Hemsford, Melia, and Gurk]) to witness what's going on.
"Farewell to you all. It is unfortunate you shall not live to see Rovagug's glorious return and the destruction that shall follow. Pray to whichever god will hear you now!"
The elemental draws back its fist. You see is the halfling female stand defiantly in front of the elemental. The fist comes down, splintering the deck. All you can see is flames and then darkness...

*END PROLOGUE*

You all dream of hellfire sweeping across a vast plain and soldiers clad in black armor fighting off daemons. The scene ends as a gaping maw comes forth from beneath the earth. You wake up in a quiet wooden room, a cool evening breeze passing through. The smell of spices and incense is prevalent.


Advanced Orcish Deity 6 | HP: 112/146 (0 temps) | AC: 24 (26) ; T: 17; FF: 23; CMD: 33* | Fort: +15; Ref: +10; Will: +10 | Int: +3; Perc: +9
Active Effects:
Aegis (+2 deflection), Enhanced Weapons (+3)
Resources:
MartialFlexibility 6/6 | MythicPower 5/7 | Inspired 1/1 | SpellPool 14/14 | Tension 2/8

DM:
It's probably not too relevant since the ship got smashed but did you see my questions here?

Skaar woke with a growl. He couldn't recall why but his whole body ached worse than the time the city guard took turns beating him for tossing one of their own around during a tavern brawl. It took every ounce of strength to lift his massive form from the ground.

What had happened? That last thing he could recall was wrestling with Rukus. Had the half-breed beaten him? No, he could remember pinning the half-orc to the deck soundly and hearing his groan of submission.

Poison. Jitty. A huge beast of wind and rage.

The scene that had occurred before his blackout pieced itself together in the hulking greenskin's mind as he sat up and surveyed the surroundings.


Skaar:
Yes. There wasn't any noteworthy reaction. Everyone looked like they were going to keelhaul Jitty, but he sure showed them :/

You companions are also laying on beds. The bed is quite comfortable. You see a light in the next room and a figure standing in the doorway.

"Du er våken. Det er bra." It is Zahira's voice, but it sounds unusually flat.

Orc:
"You're awake. That's good."


Advanced Orcish Deity 6 | HP: 112/146 (0 temps) | AC: 24 (26) ; T: 17; FF: 23; CMD: 33* | Fort: +15; Ref: +10; Will: +10 | Int: +3; Perc: +9
Active Effects:
Aegis (+2 deflection), Enhanced Weapons (+3)
Resources:
MartialFlexibility 6/6 | MythicPower 5/7 | Inspired 1/1 | SpellPool 14/14 | Tension 2/8

"Yur alive", Skaar said with some relief.

Orc:
"Where are we? What happened? Where's that piece of sh@t Jitty?"

The big orc sat up and looked around, counting each of his companions and visually assessing their condition. A pang of guilt suddenly hit him. He'd failed to protect them from the traitor in the crew.

What's the room look like? Who else is in the room? What's Skaar and everyone else wearing/equipped with?


The room looks like the interior of a large inn. Just you and the other five are in this room. You're all wearing grey cotton clothes that feel fairly light, but your gear is next to your respective beds.

"Jitty's gone," Zahira answers in Common. "We are on the southern island of Jin Zhao, in a town called Ramanuja. I don't know what happened except that Sarenrae herself saved us..."

Zahira approaches your bed. She lays her face against your chest. It is wet with tears.

"Rukkus...Rukkus...er død..."

Orc:
"is dead..."


Advanced Orcish Deity 6 | HP: 112/146 (0 temps) | AC: 24 (26) ; T: 17; FF: 23; CMD: 33* | Fort: +15; Ref: +10; Will: +10 | Int: +3; Perc: +9
Active Effects:
Aegis (+2 deflection), Enhanced Weapons (+3)
Resources:
MartialFlexibility 6/6 | MythicPower 5/7 | Inspired 1/1 | SpellPool 14/14 | Tension 2/8

Skaar takes an uncomfortable breath.

He'd experienced men and women begging him for mercy - for themselves or their family. He'd had them beg him to spare them and, when it became obvious that was not going to happen, for him to be gentle. He'd never had a woman come to him, sobbing, for comfort.

Instinctively, he put his massive hand on the back of her head and held it against his chest hoping his warmth would dry her tears.

"Drept av Jitty angrep? Broren din var en god mann - en kriger. Han fortjente å dø i kamp, omgitt av likene av sine fiender. Jeg vil sørge for at han betaler for dette."

Orc:
"Killed by Jitty's attack? Your brother was a good man - a warrior. He deserved to die in battle, surrounded by the corpses of his enemies. I will make sure Jitty pays for this."

I'm assuming everyone in the room looks to be relatively healthy and whole?

"Solen gudinnen reddet oss, sier du? Var det noen andre overlevende?"

Orc:
"The sun goddess saved us you say? Were there any other survivors?"


M Vanara: AC 19 /15/14 / HP 30 / F +8* R +7* W +11* / Init. +7 / Perc. +13/ Sense Motive +16 Inquisitor (Spellbreaker) / 6

Awakening to the sound of the half-Orc's common, Harakhty's eyes gaze at the ceiling. A dream? He couldn't say yet. His head turned to face the crying, and it was clear after a moment or two Zahira was not in fear of Skaar. Though he didn't speak her tongue, it wasn't difficult to discern Rukkus' fate. His compassion overcoming his practicality for the moment, he forced himself out of the foreign bed and padded over to her. "I'm sorry," he conveyed, placing a hand on her shoulder softly.

He glanced to Skaar for the moment. Zahira's reaction would confirm the events were real - no dream. His fears of the Orc somewhat remedied by the implicit confirmation of his claim Zahira gave and somewhat by the brief account of the vile nature Jitty exhibited. Similar to the guilt he felt with his erred judgment of Rando, Harakthy felt the need to confess his mis-appraisal of Skaar to him. Now was not the time though, so he settled for an olive branch. "I'm glad you are safe," was as deep as he felt prudent to get with Zahira around.

Disliking the clothes' tightness, he disrobed. The pants were especially uncomfortable as they had no opening for his tail. He hoped his lack of modesty did not bother Zahira too much, but as she worked on a ship and took Skaar after but a night, he thought she would be fine. Covering his groin and abdomen with the clothes he no longer wore, he let the stream of events flow through his head once more as he gave the others their time.

Jitty was more of a problem than just a bad man; he served the worst of the gods. Harakhty very much doubted the effect he would have in his servitude of Rovagug would be notable beyond the destruction of Saltspray's vessel as magical items of such power were quite rare, but he needed to know more. So much was unknown right now. Which crew members were lost in the event? He hoped the brothers especially were safe. It seemed his things had made it through at his feet, but ... he grasped at his throat.

Is Harakhty still wearing his necklace?


Tiefling Spirit Ranger 14, Trickster Tier 4
Stats:
Init: +11* | HP: 170/170 | AC: 21 | FF: 16 | Fort: +13 | Ref: +15 | Will: +11 | Perception: +20* | Surge 11/11 | Spirit Bond 3/3

Cyna stays silent during the exchange between the Orc and his Kin. Though she had no idea what they were saying she got the feeling it was personal and didn't wish to interupt. She used the time to herself to reflect on the events over the past few days. The next several minutes seemed like hours to her, flying back and forth threw the various stages of loss and greef. Angrey at herself and at Jitty for the sin's he commited and still plans to commit. She trys to cast those emotions aside and focus on her religious teachings. "Godess... " Eventually she gave up all together and settled for a prayer for her lost friend.

She finaly decides to sit up checking her person for the item she was given before her journey before taking a look around the room getting a head count. "Morning" she says simply still clearly shook up.


Male Dhampir Stormborn Sorcerer 5/Summoner 1/Archmage 1
Status:
Init: +2 | HP: 35/35 | AC: 17 | FF: 15 | Tch: 13 | Fort: +2 | Ref: +4 | Will: +7 | Percep: +8

For those interested:
Drago was standing in a grove that he was all too familiar with.

"Well that was certainly a pleasant turn of events. What chaos, I like Jitty's style." came the familiar voice.

"Leave it be, mother," he said as he turned to face her. "I am in no mood for your games."

"That's just too bad then, you pathetic, weak, murdering, half-living bastard. Because you're going to die at the hands of someone who is more of a man than you'll ever be." With that, she lunged towards Drago, one hand outstretched and hissing loudly.

The young Damphir bolted upright in his bed, swinging his right hand in front of him like a cats claw, while making a loud hissing sound. As strange as that might have been, it was however, more disturbing to see his eyes glowing red and his canine teeth slightly more elongated and pointed than normal.

It took him a moment to register that fact that he was in a bed, and that others were awake around him. Drago placed his right hand on his forehead, slightly covering his eyes. "Did what I think transpire on the ship really happen? Or am I losing my mind?" The sorcerer turned to look at the others, dreading what they might say next.


Advanced Orcish Deity 6 | HP: 112/146 (0 temps) | AC: 24 (26) ; T: 17; FF: 23; CMD: 33* | Fort: +15; Ref: +10; Will: +10 | Int: +3; Perc: +9
Active Effects:
Aegis (+2 deflection), Enhanced Weapons (+3)
Resources:
MartialFlexibility 6/6 | MythicPower 5/7 | Inspired 1/1 | SpellPool 14/14 | Tension 2/8

Skaar's eye go wide when the Explorers begin to stir as well. The big orc breathes sigh of relief as each of them appear to be unharmed. He keeps his arm around the grieving Zahira giving her the time she needs while he addresses the others.

He growled in minor alarm when Dragon revealed his more unnatural features but said nothing about it.

What the hell is he?

"Lil' 'Nara, Singer, Drago, you all gud? Not hurt?" there was a great deal more emotion in the orc's tone when he asked than could previously be heard.

The hulking greenskin watched with passing interest as Harakhty stripped out of the clothing he'd been dressed in but then acted uncomfortable about his nakedness. Was something wrong with him? He thought there was something funny about a creature with fur needing clothes.

He's got the right idea at least. This tunic is light but it's squeezing my chest because it's about three sizes too small and my manhood can't breath in these breeches. As soon as Zahira gets it together I need to get out of these clothes.

***

Drago wrote:
"Did what I think transpire on the ship really happen? Or am I losing my mind?"

"No, it happen'd. Jitty lifted some magic from the Capt'n and used it to smash the ship."


M Human Oracle 1

Stephen eventually yawns and stretches. "Calmest night of sleep I've had in ..." he looks around. "Wait. That demon licker almost killed me!"


Harakhty feels his keepsake safely against his throat and Cyna sighs as she sees the familiar green glimmer.

Zahira looks up, upset that she expressed so much emotion. "Don't worry, Rydii found all your belongings. Some of us are safe, yes. It was Jerryl, the halfling woman, she was Sarenrae in disguise."

She stands up and begins to head to the other room. "She would like to speak with you when you are ready."


M Vanara: AC 19 /15/14 / HP 30 / F +8* R +7* W +11* / Init. +7 / Perc. +13/ Sense Motive +16 Inquisitor (Spellbreaker) / 6

Breathing a sigh of relief, Harakhty lay back on the bed, stretching himself out. She means well, but she must be mistaken. Even a devout worshiper such as Rando did not warrant personification of a god as one of his retinue. He would be happy to meet with whomever saved his belongings through, but it seemed not everyone was awake yet. For now, he enjoyed the comfort of the bed before Zahira left.


Harakhty:
Though you doubt Zahira's claim that it was Sarenrae, you are aware of the mysterious tower that lies on the largest of the Magi Isles, the Tower of Nethys, where it is rumored that the god sits and holds court among the greatest of Vesaria's mages. It may be possible that Sarenrae (or her avatar) was onboard the ship, though such an idea remains farfetched.


Tiefling Spirit Ranger 14, Trickster Tier 4
Stats:
Init: +11* | HP: 170/170 | AC: 21 | FF: 16 | Fort: +13 | Ref: +15 | Will: +11 | Perception: +20* | Surge 11/11 | Spirit Bond 3/3

"The godess! Here?" Never in her wildest dreams did Cyna imagine such a moment at least not before her death. Perhaps they had died after all. "keep your eyes closed if you want to keep them in your head" she says before quickly undreasing and redressing in her normal attire, then hobbles out the door impatiently hopping on one leg still trying to get her other shoe on.


Advanced Orcish Deity 6 | HP: 112/146 (0 temps) | AC: 24 (26) ; T: 17; FF: 23; CMD: 33* | Fort: +15; Ref: +10; Will: +10 | Int: +3; Perc: +9
Active Effects:
Aegis (+2 deflection), Enhanced Weapons (+3)
Resources:
MartialFlexibility 6/6 | MythicPower 5/7 | Inspired 1/1 | SpellPool 14/14 | Tension 2/8

Skaar's brow furrowed and his massive form relaxed a bit as Zahira composed herself and stood up. It furrowed even more when the half-orc woman started going on about gods disguised as halflings and divine intervention. She must have hit her head in the crash...

At mention of meeting Sarenrae in person, Skaar remained a skeptic but played along.

If I'm going to meet a goddess I'm not going to do it feeling like a sausage casing.

When Cyna starts to undress, the big orc does little to avert his gaze. It wasn't clear if he didn't understand her threat or didn't care. He gave a bass chuckle as he enjoyed the show and then started peeling out of his own cottons.

He tossed the bundled grey clothes onto the bed that had been his before taking a moment to stretch his sore aching limbs. The hulking greenskin's normal armor left little to the imagination but he seemed to have no concern about putting his bulky equipment on full display (perhaps confirming some of Harakhty's suspicions). While undressed, he rather casually began to undo the tangled knot of leather straps that his harness had become.

"Doc, yur 'wake. You okay? Yer not hurt?"

Nobody confirmed his previous query either.


M Human Oracle 1

"I'm perfect! It'll take more than one evil god-loving s#~@stain to take me out!"


M Vanara: AC 19 /15/14 / HP 30 / F +8* R +7* W +11* / Init. +7 / Perc. +13/ Sense Motive +16 Inquisitor (Spellbreaker) / 6

Thank Nethys his necklace remained! He surely would be given to despair without it.

Shutting his eyes for Cyna's sake, he opened them again as her hopping drew his attention. Before he could say anything to the woman, she was out of the room. Where could she be going? He'd assumed they were all brought here unknowingly. Perhaps he was wrong...

He knew so little about her anyway. There was the other woman still asleep. Both short of words, my eyes will have to tell me their story. A poor judge of character so far this journey though, Harakhty began to wonder if he was losing his touch. Not now, I need my senses.

He turned to ask Skaar about the woman; he was awake before him, so maybe he knew about her apparent appointment. "Skaar, do you know ... where she was going?" It made sense he would be changing his attire - Harakhty did the same, tight as the clothes were - but he was surprised he'd already done so right then as his head was turned. Perhaps my streak of bad hunches is over; Zahira must be fond of pain in the bedroom as well as the battlefield. Were she not here just now in peace, Harakhty would've felt the worst had happened to her earlier. That mistake was in the past now though, as was she for the moment, so he could give his apology without incident. He sat up to address the greenskin.

"Earlier, I was afraid of you, Skaar. Your people do not have good stories in my tribe, and I thought you were another taker of slaves. After you spoke of your time with Zahira, I thought you took her against her will." Not wanting to sound excessively prejudiced - which he hadn't been - Harakhty continued in hopes the Orc would understand his position and not be upset with him. "It is hard for me to imagine someone wanting to take ... that by choice. After I saw her here, I knew nothing was amiss. I am sorry for doubting you." Most of what he relayed was true; while not worried about an assault from Skaar now, he still held fear of his strength if temper or drink were to overtake him.

Not expecting much of a response from the Orc, he understood he may have alienated himself from him. That is the way of it though, I wronged him with my mind. Continuing to wait for their companions, he didn't have much else to do though. Harakhty gazed into Skaar's large eyes as he pondered what they would do once awake.


As Cyna enters the next room, Zahira takes a seat at a small table with Stahvi, Mohato, Rydii, and Robaldi. Their heads are hung low and no words are shared between them. Only a look of sadness and loss. A small gourd lies tipped over on the table amidst several candles, dripping the remnants of its alcoholic contents like a time-keeping device. Rydii looks up at you and a smile crosses her face.

"I saved your horses!" the undine exclaims with ill-timed pride in herself. "Before the ship went down, I went an' swam to 'em an' I brought them to shore! And your horse was so well-behaved an'..."

Robaldi lifts up a hand to silence her. "That's enough, Rydii."

He says nothing more, going back to whatever thoughts were occupying his mind before Rydii spoke.


Advanced Orcish Deity 6 | HP: 112/146 (0 temps) | AC: 24 (26) ; T: 17; FF: 23; CMD: 33* | Fort: +15; Ref: +10; Will: +10 | Int: +3; Perc: +9
Active Effects:
Aegis (+2 deflection), Enhanced Weapons (+3)
Resources:
MartialFlexibility 6/6 | MythicPower 5/7 | Inspired 1/1 | SpellPool 14/14 | Tension 2/8

"She's ina hurry. I dink she's excited ta meet da goddess."

His armor in order, Skaar first pulled his leggings on and then started securing his harness.

As Harakhty began his apology, the big orc said nothing at first. He seemed fully focused on the application of his armor - a process made slow by the stiff soreness in his massive limbs.

After securing the first buckle around his waist, the greenskin brawler finally spoke.

You're right to fear me...

"It's okay 'Lil 'Nara. Lot's a people 'fraid of me."

As they should be...

"But I won't hurt ya."

Maybe a year ago...

"Partners now?"

Assuming Harakhty says something to the affirmative.

Spoiler:
"Good. Can ya help me get that strap over my shoulder?"


M Vanara: AC 19 /15/14 / HP 30 / F +8* R +7* W +11* / Init. +7 / Perc. +13/ Sense Motive +16 Inquisitor (Spellbreaker) / 6

"Partners," affirmed Harakhty, happy to be moving on to another chapter in their relationship.

Though pleased his apology was accepted, Skaar's request took him out of his comfort zone - but the benefits outweighed the risks. And sometimes if one doesn't take the long leaps, one never does. Harakhty walked over to Skaar and helped him finish donning his armor, securing not just the strap requested, but the rest of them as well, doing his best to mimic the tightness Skaar did for the other fastenings.

"Should we see what is in the other room?" His curiosity was beginning to get the best of him, and he had a feeling Skaar was going to leave anyway. He felt safer around Skaar now, and if whomever awaited them in the other room was remotely as powerful or beneficent as Sarenrae, he should have no need for weapons or armor. A pair of shorts would keep his decency though, so he fished them out of his bundle by the bed and slipped them on before they departed (assuming they do at some point).


Advanced Orcish Deity 6 | HP: 112/146 (0 temps) | AC: 24 (26) ; T: 17; FF: 23; CMD: 33* | Fort: +15; Ref: +10; Will: +10 | Int: +3; Perc: +9
Active Effects:
Aegis (+2 deflection), Enhanced Weapons (+3)
Resources:
MartialFlexibility 6/6 | MythicPower 5/7 | Inspired 1/1 | SpellPool 14/14 | Tension 2/8

Skaar gave Harakhty a nod of thanks as he finished helping him with his armor.

The harness secure, the hulking orc flexed once to test the tightness of its bindings.

"Gud work 'Lil 'Nara."

The big greenskin cast Aurelia an anxious glance. The swordswoman hadn't woken yet. Was she worse off than the others had been? If she died, it would be on him.

"Ya. Let's meet the goddess."


Skaar and Harakhty enter the next room and Robaldi looks up. "You'll find her outside on the hill behind the inn. Rando's with her."

Any semblance to the Robaldi that you knew yesterday is gone. All that remains is this grim ghost in his form. The smell of alcohol lingers mostly on him. Rydii and Mohato seem the most sober of the bunch, but, given what they've been through, you wouldn't blame them for trying to dull the pain.


Advanced Orcish Deity 6 | HP: 112/146 (0 temps) | AC: 24 (26) ; T: 17; FF: 23; CMD: 33* | Fort: +15; Ref: +10; Will: +10 | Int: +3; Perc: +9
Active Effects:
Aegis (+2 deflection), Enhanced Weapons (+3)
Resources:
MartialFlexibility 6/6 | MythicPower 5/7 | Inspired 1/1 | SpellPool 14/14 | Tension 2/8

Skaar's heart sank in the big orc's chest. He'd seen that been through scenes like this before - after a battle when men had time to mourn those they'd lost. He'd caused scenes like this...

"Let's go Partner", Skaar said as he exited the inn and headed toward the hill.


Male Dhampir Stormborn Sorcerer 5/Summoner 1/Archmage 1
Status:
Init: +2 | HP: 35/35 | AC: 17 | FF: 15 | Tch: 13 | Fort: +2 | Ref: +4 | Will: +7 | Percep: +8

Situating himself in a sitting position, Drago buried his face in his hands and took a deep breath. Hells of a way to start a trip. He then uncovered his eyes just in time to see Cyna undress and redress herself. Calistria be praised, she is a beauty. While Harakhty helped Skaar with his armor, the sorcerer decided to get dressed.

Once finished donning his dark blue, silver trimmed clothing, Drago grabbed his crimson cloak. He twirled it about his shoulders in a slightly dramatic fashion, then clasped the chain. After slipping on his black boots, he stood up, brushed his left forearm, brought his right hand up in front of his face, and flexed his fingers, which caused electrical arcs to jump across his fingers.

Skorzeny then entered the next room right behind the Orc and the Vanara as they left for the hill. He followed suit.


Advanced Orcish Deity 6 | HP: 112/146 (0 temps) | AC: 24 (26) ; T: 17; FF: 23; CMD: 33* | Fort: +15; Ref: +10; Will: +10 | Int: +3; Perc: +9
Active Effects:
Aegis (+2 deflection), Enhanced Weapons (+3)
Resources:
MartialFlexibility 6/6 | MythicPower 5/7 | Inspired 1/1 | SpellPool 14/14 | Tension 2/8

Since we're waiting on Aurelia now seems like a good time to do this.

Hearing Drago approach, Skaar stopped and motioned for Harakhty to do the same. The big orc studied the approaching hooded man carefully this time as if he was seeing him for the first time. He took a step forward so that his hulking form was between Drago and the vanara.

"Yur not humin ar you?", Skaar stated plainly.

Lacking any of the young vanara's tact, he went on.

"I saw you back in da room. Yur eyes wer red like a blood moon and ya had fangs like a beast. Yur one a 'dem blood-drinkers aren't you."


After anything else you'd like to add :P

Cyna:
As you walk out the door, you see Brimstone tied to a post outside. In the horse's mane, you find a coral pin you have never seen before. It looks like a serpent.

As you exit the inn, you see the hill Robaldi mentioned. Even in the dark, you see the small figure of Rando sitting in the presence of the sun goddess, Sarenrae. The flames of her wings seem like a beacon calling to the lost. You ascend the hill with little difficulty, save for the soreness in your joints.
Near the hill, you spy one of the vanaras sitting in a tree, cradled in the arms of the kitsune. No words are exchanged between the two, but you see the kitsune gently kiss the neck of his companion. The tender moment speaks volumes. Apparently, Zahira was not the only one to lose a brother that day.
The two neither look in your direction nor acknowledge your presence. They gaze at the stars, perhaps trying to divine a meaning from the ordeal. A few loose rocks slip beneath your feet, but, like everything else, their effect is soundless. You approach the top of the hill, Rando and Sarenrae looking down upon another village in the distance. Finally the goddess turns to face you, her radiance blinding. The light fades away quickly and you see the halfling woman, Jerryl. The few seconds between her transformation and her following words seem like an eternity.
"I am sorry," the unearthly voice says, finally breaking the silence. "I sense that you have questions, so I shall answer them to the best of my ability. To begin, you have been asleep for three days."

She pauses as she awaits your questions. Rando does not move, but you see that he is now missing his right arm.


Tiefling Spirit Ranger 14, Trickster Tier 4
Stats:
Init: +11* | HP: 170/170 | AC: 21 | FF: 16 | Fort: +13 | Ref: +15 | Will: +11 | Perception: +20* | Surge 11/11 | Spirit Bond 3/3

Cyna takes several moments to collect herself and gather her thoughts. I'm not imagening this. Where do I start? What happened? Why are you here? right before she gathers her courage to speak she remembers what Jitty said and those terrible dreams. With a look of determination she speaks "I guess i'll start with the most important one. Dawnflower. How do we stop him?"


Male Dhampir Stormborn Sorcerer 5/Summoner 1/Archmage 1
Status:
Init: +2 | HP: 35/35 | AC: 17 | FF: 15 | Tch: 13 | Fort: +2 | Ref: +4 | Will: +7 | Percep: +8

Pulling his hood back and taking a deep breath, Drago answered in a very serious tone, "No, I'm not completely human. As for drinking blood, I do not it to live. But I do have a taste elven blood. You could thank my mother for that." Sweeping his arm towards the door. "Shall we?"

.............

As soon as he stepped outside, and saw the brightness of the goddess, the sorcerer threw his arm up instinctively for a few seconds. 'Close your eyes' she said, should have listened. He made sure to keep his eyes averted the walk up.


Advanced Orcish Deity 6 | HP: 112/146 (0 temps) | AC: 24 (26) ; T: 17; FF: 23; CMD: 33* | Fort: +15; Ref: +10; Will: +10 | Int: +3; Perc: +9
Active Effects:
Aegis (+2 deflection), Enhanced Weapons (+3)
Resources:
MartialFlexibility 6/6 | MythicPower 5/7 | Inspired 1/1 | SpellPool 14/14 | Tension 2/8

There had been damphirs in Blackwater's unit. They were terrifying depraved beasts. They'd tear men and women's throats out to slake their thirst. Sometimes they'd drink from other places...

And what did I do to sate my needs back then?

"Yea", Skaar grunted, apparently satisfied with Drago's explanation for now. "Let's go."

***

Skaar squinted and shielded his eyes as the group approached. He didn't have the painful aversion to sunlight his kind often developed in the wild but overly bright lights were still uncomfortable for him and this radiance was the brightest he'd seen.

Even so, he was able to glimpse the female figure through it and instantly he knew there was no denying her divinity.

The hulking greenskin stood in open-mouthed disbelief for a long moment before putting words to his thoughts.

"Yer the real sun goddess! In da flesh! And yer ruttin' wit' him!?"

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