DM Fern's Skull & Shackles (Inactive)

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Syl does a slow head turn towards Lanni while he plays with the head and makes it talk. She stared daggers for a moment, as if she suspected he was mocking her, but then simply said "You're doing it wrong.". She didn't elaborate.

Durzol, seeing his friend still lived, clapped Terry hard on the back with a little accidental half orc brute strength. "Good man. He'd a been a gonner for sure, had ya not found 'im. I owe ya one."

Rickety bustled in through the crowd and Syl turned her back on the old man. He paid her no heed anyway, looking at the naga's corpse. Durzol filled him in on what transpired.

Rickety approached Lanni, putting him dangerously close to Syl, and nodded appreciatively. "Sounds like you didn't need to help, and you chose to anyway. No telling what that thing would have done left unchecked. Ye've my thanks. But thanks ain't worth all that much in our line of work. So how's about I knock 500 gold off our agreed upon price?"


CN Male Swashbuckler 4 (Inspired Blade)| HP: 36/36 | AC: 20 ( Tch 16, Fl 14) | CMD: 18 | F: +3 R: +9 W: +2 | Init: +6 | Perc: +7 SM: +7 | Combat Stamina: 5/5 | Panache: 1/4 | Charmed Life: 3/3 | Hero Points: 2/3 | Active conditions: Combat Expertise (-0, +1 Dodge), Champion (+2 Dmg)

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

"Lanni, collecting trophies is unbecoming of us. We kill because we must...and its fun...but mostly because we must." Mateo lightly chides, his face unable to stop from splitting into a grin though. These were officers on the ship and some of the newly hired crew were wondering their contracts.


Male Gnome Animist 5 | HP 53 | AC 22 | Fort +10; Ref +8; Will +13 | Perception +11 low-light vision | Speed 25 |

Lanni tosses the head back down to the rest of the corpse and shrugs. "Wasn't planning on keeping it."

Rickety wrote:
"how's about I knock 500 gold off our agreed upon price?"

Lanni calls over to Atia, "Well, you were the one bleeding the most for our efforts. 500 gold sound reasonable to you?"

To Rickety he adds, "I'm good with that if she is."


CG Fem Conj. Wiz 4 | HP: 34/34 | AC 13(w/ MA 17) (T:12;FF11) | CMD: 12 | 30ft speed | Saves: Fort/Ref +3; Will +5 | Init +8 | Perc +2 | 8/8 Acid Dart | Hero Point: 2/3 | Condition:
Spells:
Cantrips: acid splash, detect magic, prestidigitation, read magic; 1st 0/5 + 1/1 conj; lvl2 3/3 + 1/1 conj feats: Spell Penetration; Augment Summoning
Lanni Talimbi wrote:
To Rickety he adds, "I'm good with that if she is."

Atia glances over and nods her approval enthusiastically, waving at Lanni. ”I think that sounds fair!”

Joran "Shark Bait" Bravestone wrote:
taring calmly at his petite lover, he takes a moment to catch his breath before placing a gentle hand upon her cheek and asking in earnest, "How are you doing, darlin'? Are you okay?" He looks her over for a moment, wondering how bad her injuries are. "Did Destinie help you? Has the bleeding stopped? What do you need me to do?"

Atia leans into Joran’s touch and then wraps her arms around him to hug him tightly, not caring about the blood spatter. Her shirt was ruined anyway. ”I’m okay. I’m alright. Destinie healed me. Just hold me, that’s all.” She squeezes around his middle and then looks up at him, offering a small smile. ”And we both need a bath.”


Human Barbarian(Sea Reaver) 4th
Stats:
Hp's 45/45; AC 17/touch 11/FF 16; Hero points: 3/3 used; Perc: +9; Fort: +6; Ref: +2; Will: +3
Atia Leroung wrote:

Atia leans into Joran’s touch and then wraps her arms around him to hug him tightly, not caring about the blood spatter. Her shirt was ruined anyway. ”I’m okay. I’m alright. Destinie healed me. Just hold me, that’s all.” She squeezes around his middle and then looks up at him, offering a small smile. ”And we both need a bath.”

Wrapping her up comfortingly, Joran chuckles tiredly. "Gods, we do, don't we? I swear we just had one too."


CN Male Swashbuckler 4 (Inspired Blade)| HP: 36/36 | AC: 20 ( Tch 16, Fl 14) | CMD: 18 | F: +3 R: +9 W: +2 | Init: +6 | Perc: +7 SM: +7 | Combat Stamina: 5/5 | Panache: 1/4 | Charmed Life: 3/3 | Hero Points: 2/3 | Active conditions: Combat Expertise (-0, +1 Dodge), Champion (+2 Dmg)

Mateo sees Rickety approaching and smoothly steps away to slip his arm around his dangerous beauty, walking her away from the scene. It was a firm but loving grasp on her shoulder, one that only tightened if she tried to look back at the scene. When there was the offer of five hundred more gold in the hold, there was a quiet cheer from the man.

"Your generosity is most appreciated, friend! Most appreciated."


NG M Female Oracle of Lore 3 HP: 31/31 AC:17(T:14/FF:13) CMD:12 Saves-FO:+2 RE:+5 WL: +7 Int: -1 Perc: +6
DM Fern wrote:


Rickety approached Lanni, putting him dangerously close to Syl, and nodded appreciatively. "Sounds like you didn't need to help, and you chose to anyway. No telling what that thing would have done left unchecked. Ye've my thanks. But thanks ain't worth all that much in our line of work. So how's about I knock 500 gold off our agreed upon price?"

"That sounds like a reasonable deal to me," she nodded... then looked down to notice that her newest dress was drenched in muddy water, to which she sighed. "I'll get back to the game after a change of clothes." Her eyes darted between Syl and Rickety once just to see the reaction between the two.


Male
General Stuff:
HP36/36; AC 17 T 12, FF 15 (+2 vs Aquatic), CMD 19+4 vs Rush/Trip; Saves F6, R6, W2 +4 vs spell and SLA, +2 vs poison; Percept 9, +2 unusual stonework, +1 for loot
Dwarf Ranger 4

Seadreamer heads towards the Inn.

Gawds, I need a bath as well as laundry service.


Syl let Mateo steer her away, glad for the excuse to put distance between herself and Rickety.

When you run the most respected squibbing business in the Shackles, and the trust of just about every high captain that sails the waters, it brings one a measure of power and protection. Syl might not be the sanest person, but she knew well that killing him would only make her problem worse, and turn the small bounty into one so large she'd never be able to stop running. She wouldn't kill the man. But she certainly didn't want to be noticed by him, either.

"You hogged all the fun," she chided Mateo quietly, once the two were away from the crowd. "But I'll forgive you if you tell me, in excruciating detail, why Atia is covered in blood. I do hope its hers?" She smiled her dangerous smile.

The crowd began to disperse, and the game of ninepins was rain checked, as Roger wasn't in a state to play and Durzol took it upon himself to look after him. "Ya can use our pins ta play, if ya want. Roger's head got absolutely knackered on a rock, but when he wakes up I'm sure he'll send his regards."

The remainder of the day would pass uneventfully, RP whatever you like and we'll move time along.


Male Gnome Animist 5 | HP 53 | AC 22 | Fort +10; Ref +8; Will +13 | Perception +11 low-light vision | Speed 25 |

Hearing agreement from the others of the crew, Lanni nods to Rickety. "Seems we all think that is reasonable and fair."

"So tell me, have you seen nagas like this roaming around here often? This one seemed to be driven to insanity by something. I find it very curious."


"Knew there was some further inland. They don't come out this far, they like the fresh water, not the salt. The river's gotten lower, with the weather drying up. Could be she had nowhere else to go."


CG Fem Conj. Wiz 4 | HP: 34/34 | AC 13(w/ MA 17) (T:12;FF11) | CMD: 12 | 30ft speed | Saves: Fort/Ref +3; Will +5 | Init +8 | Perc +2 | 8/8 Acid Dart | Hero Point: 2/3 | Condition:
Spells:
Cantrips: acid splash, detect magic, prestidigitation, read magic; 1st 0/5 + 1/1 conj; lvl2 3/3 + 1/1 conj feats: Spell Penetration; Augment Summoning
Joran "Shark Bait" Bravestone wrote:
Wrapping her up comfortingly, Joran chuckles tiredly. "Gods, we do, don't we? I swear we just had one too."

"It's not a bad idea to have a bath once a day, Joran," Atia says, laughing a little bit. She pulls away from his hug and takes him by the hand. "Let's go get cleaned up."

Before Atia and Joran leave, Atia will stop in with Lanni and Rickety, interested in the information about the naga. "The naga is the symptom, but that much is pretty obvious, I think. She was yelling about there not being enough. If they're here, and there's a drought...their territory is shrinking from the drought, I bet. They're usually very territorial, so the fact that they're out and about..." Atia shrugs, sighing heavily. "This will not be the last attack. Best solve the problem. Go inland a bit, investigate?"


Male Gnome Animist 5 | HP 53 | AC 22 | Fort +10; Ref +8; Will +13 | Perception +11 low-light vision | Speed 25 |
Atia Leroung wrote:
Atia shrugs, sighing heavily. "This will not be the last attack."

"Thank you for that terrifying thought." Lanni thinks for a bit. "Well, meeting them prepared and ready would be better than having them continue to ambush us." He notices that Mateo and Syl have already wandered away, but he is pretty sure that they would have no problems being invited on short notice to participate in mayhem and destruction. He asks the rest of the crew still hanging around, "What do you think? Leave in the morning and see what trouble we can find before it finds us?"


NG M Female Oracle of Lore 3 HP: 31/31 AC:17(T:14/FF:13) CMD:12 Saves-FO:+2 RE:+5 WL: +7 Int: -1 Perc: +6

It was safe to say that there won't be any games happening that day. Not that she had any intentions of doing so in her current state. After a quick bath and change of clothes she went back towards the ship. Specifically, she was hoping to meet Kroop's new friend.


Male
General Stuff:
HP36/36; AC 17 T 12, FF 15 (+2 vs Aquatic), CMD 19+4 vs Rush/Trip; Saves F6, R6, W2 +4 vs spell and SLA, +2 vs poison; Percept 9, +2 unusual stonework, +1 for loot
Dwarf Ranger 4

After changing and cleaning his cloths, Seadreamer takes the time to scrub down his armour along with his equipment.
He then oils it all to try to prevent rust.

After the basic maintenance is done, Seadreamer heads to the tavern to have an ale or three.


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CN Male Swashbuckler 4 (Inspired Blade)| HP: 36/36 | AC: 20 ( Tch 16, Fl 14) | CMD: 18 | F: +3 R: +9 W: +2 | Init: +6 | Perc: +7 SM: +7 | Combat Stamina: 5/5 | Panache: 1/4 | Charmed Life: 3/3 | Hero Points: 2/3 | Active conditions: Combat Expertise (-0, +1 Dodge), Champion (+2 Dmg)

"My love, the beast was mad. It couldn't truly fight properly. What we fought was a ghost of itself, a beast to be put down. It was not satisfying." Mateo said with a faint sigh, shaking his head. The heat of the jungle and the intense drought had driven her mad. Some called it getting your brain boiled. He heard the tales of it happening to sailors marooned on the sandbars for too long. When she asked about Atia though, he'd give her a nudge and a little devious grin.

"You scandalous wench. Of course I'll tell you every detail." And so, as the group went on, Mateo whispered sweet nothings explaining the way that the maddened naga had ripped into the woman's flesh, chewing on her like tough meat, and how Joran dug his claws into the mess of flesh and muscle to tear her spine apart like the apex predator he was becoming.

When there was mention that there may be a venture into the jungle, Mateo gave a shrug and a grin. "Better then sitting here and getting drunk, I suppose. Can't be worst than Bonewrack Isle, yeah?"


M Half-Elf Unchained Rogue (Pirate) 2 / Swashbuckler (Inspired Blade) 0 | AC:17(T:14/FF:13) CMD:15 HP:13/13 | FO:+0 RE:+7 WL: +1 | Defenses: Immune to Sleep, Resistant to Enchantments

As Terry gets himself up onto a solid surface, he lies down and tries to catch his breath, the adrenaline already having worked out of his system.

"Thank you, Durzol, but a solid crew never wants to lose a hand if it can be helped. No one on The Good Intentions is disposable, except maybe the pigs."

After a moment to gather himself, he sits up and looks out into the water. "This is supposed to be river, here, not bay, right? WAY too much salt for a river. This drought must be pretty serious."

As the others start talking about more mundane things, like the state of their clothing, Terry stops and twists his shirt, more to feel the salt in it than get the water out of it. "New clothes, clean, and a nice meal sounds really good right now. I'll be in the tavern soon enough." Putting thoughts to action, Terry goes to the market and picks up a few basic articles of clothing, gets himself clean and changed, and heads for a little something fresh that's not fish to eat. He'll pay someone to take care of the gear that needs attention after his dip.


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Human Barbarian(Sea Reaver) 4th
Stats:
Hp's 45/45; AC 17/touch 11/FF 16; Hero points: 3/3 used; Perc: +9; Fort: +6; Ref: +2; Will: +3
Atia Leroung wrote:
"It's not a bad idea to have a bath once a day, Joran," Atia says, laughing a little bit. She pulls away from his hug and takes him by the hand. "Let's go get cleaned up."

With a look of shock and surprise, "Once... a day?! You have to be kidding. I'm sure you meant 'month', right? People seriously don't take a bath once a day, do they?" He asks, the look on his face clearly showing how dead serious he is. (That and possibly a little bit of fear as well).


Male Gnome Animist 5 | HP 53 | AC 22 | Fort +10; Ref +8; Will +13 | Perception +11 low-light vision | Speed 25 |

Lanni stays in the boat shed long after everyone else has left. He sits there staring at the river - or what is left of it - and pondering.

Later that afternoon he makes his way back to the tavern. He plays a bit of music on his flute and use a bit of innate magic as backup. The song is a bit of a lament for the naga. Lanni knows that killing the creature was necessary, and was probably better for the naga as well. He also knows that even if the thing was healthy, they may have had to battle and kill it anyway. That doesn't make the doing of it any easier on him.

Perform: 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 11 + 2 = 23
♪♫♩♪♬

A bit later once everyone has arrived for dinner, Lanni asks the group, "So if we are going out exploring to find more nagas, what type of spirit should I be looking for? Someone skilled would be the easiest - I can find them right here. Someone with more leadership and morale I would have to find on the ship. Unless Rickety has a meeting hall or something like that. Or if we just want a warrior, we could meet back at that boat shed. There was certainly enough of a battle there."


CG Fem Conj. Wiz 4 | HP: 34/34 | AC 13(w/ MA 17) (T:12;FF11) | CMD: 12 | 30ft speed | Saves: Fort/Ref +3; Will +5 | Init +8 | Perc +2 | 8/8 Acid Dart | Hero Point: 2/3 | Condition:
Spells:
Cantrips: acid splash, detect magic, prestidigitation, read magic; 1st 0/5 + 1/1 conj; lvl2 3/3 + 1/1 conj feats: Spell Penetration; Augment Summoning
Joran "Shark Bait" Bravestone wrote:
With a look of shock and surprise, "Once... a day?! You have to be kidding. I'm sure you meant 'month', right? People seriously don't take a bath once a day, do they?" He asks, the look on his face clearly showing how dead serious he is. (That and possibly a little bit of fear as well).

Atia stares for a long moment at Joran, her face expressionless. Her blue eyes bore into his own for an uncomfortable amount of time, studying his face. She then takes a deep breath, and calmly speaks. "Joran, if you want to continue laying with me, you will take a bath at least every other day. Or let me get you with my spell."


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Human Barbarian(Sea Reaver) 4th
Stats:
Hp's 45/45; AC 17/touch 11/FF 16; Hero points: 3/3 used; Perc: +9; Fort: +6; Ref: +2; Will: +3
Atia Leroung wrote:
Atia stares for a long moment at Joran, her face expressionless. Her blue eyes bore into his own for an uncomfortable amount of time, studying his face. She then takes a deep breath, and calmly speaks. "Joran, if you want to continue laying with me, you will take a bath at least every other day. Or let me get you with my spell."

Joran fidgets uncomfortably as Atia stares at him for way too long. Scratching the side of his face, cutting his vision back and forth between the ground and her, chewing on the inside of his lip, and praying for someone to come and save him from 'the look', Joran does not have to think long at all for a response when she hits him with that ultimatum. Nodding emphatically in agreement, "Yep! Sounds good. All of the sudden, I'm thinking this 'daily bath' idea of yours is a really good one, darlin'." He smiles. "A great idea, actually. As a matter of fact, I believe that's where we were headed." Taking her hand, "Off we go, darlin'! We've got bodies that need cleaning and I'm fairly certain we're going to need each other's help for those hard-to-reach spots." He winks, giving wryly at the thought as he leads the way back to their room.


CG Fem Conj. Wiz 4 | HP: 34/34 | AC 13(w/ MA 17) (T:12;FF11) | CMD: 12 | 30ft speed | Saves: Fort/Ref +3; Will +5 | Init +8 | Perc +2 | 8/8 Acid Dart | Hero Point: 2/3 | Condition:
Spells:
Cantrips: acid splash, detect magic, prestidigitation, read magic; 1st 0/5 + 1/1 conj; lvl2 3/3 + 1/1 conj feats: Spell Penetration; Augment Summoning
Lanni Talimbi wrote:
A bit later once everyone has arrived for dinner, Lanni asks the group, "So if we are going out exploring to find more nagas, what type of spirit should I be looking for? Someone skilled would be the easiest - I can find them right here. Someone with more leadership and morale I would have to find on the ship. Unless Rickety has a meeting hall or something like that. Or if we just want a warrior, we could meet back at that boat shed. There was certainly enough of a battle there."

Atia, freshly bathed and in a clean shirt (a dark blue), sips a drink as she sits with her legs across Joran's lap. "Probably a warrior?" Atia suggests hesitantly. "I don't really think there's any negotiating with them if they're anything like the naga we fought." She shifts uncomfortably, a hand touching her side briefly. "In that vein, I wouldn't mind some input on the spells I prepare for it tomorrow." She would pull out her spellbook from its waterproof bag at her waist and set it on the table, cocking an eyebrow and grinning at Lanni.


Male Gnome Animist 5 | HP 53 | AC 22 | Fort +10; Ref +8; Will +13 | Perception +11 low-light vision | Speed 25 |
Atia Leroung wrote:
"In that vein, I wouldn't mind some input on the spells I prepare for it tomorrow." She would pull out her spellbook from its waterproof bag at her waist and set it on the table, cocking an eyebrow and grinning at Lanni.

Lanni comes over and looks over her shoulder at the spells. "Well, if we end up fighting things in the water again, Touch of the Sea looks really nice. Probably more important than Air Bubble as long as we are talking about a river instead of the bottom of the sea."


Destinie Nicholae wrote:
After a quick bath and change of clothes she went back towards the ship. Specifically, she was hoping to meet Kroop's new friend.

Kroop was looking much healthier, in just a few days. Meeting Thelma had gotten him to stop drinking so much, and the pallor to his skin had reverted to a healthier color, his eyes clear. He still had an ugly mug, but a less sickly one.

He was wiping clean mugs and making lovely eyes as the woman, who seemed a perfect match for him. She was no classic beauty herself, and was an excellent cook, with a great sense of humor, to boot. Des walked towards the bar and she smiled, unfortunately revealing her teeth.

"Spot o' food, or spot o' drink?" she asked.

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Mateo wrote:
"You scandalous wench. Of course I'll tell you every detail." And so, as the group went on, Mateo whispered sweet nothings explaining the way that the maddened naga had ripped into the woman's flesh, chewing on her like tough meat, and how Joran dug his claws into the mess of flesh and muscle to tear her spine apart like the apex predator he was becoming.

Syl wasn't all that upset over missing the naga, once Mateo explained the fight was lackluster. She did, however, look annoyed by the tale of Joran's heroics. She said nothing, but seemed to stew over something.

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Dreamer heads into the tavern and is joined a moment later by a dwarven woman with long, wavy black hair, a few thick braids holding the front out of her face. She had a mug of her own and slid into the seat across from him, looking at him critically.

"Saw the fight," she said simply. "Seemed a bit clumsy. I dinna think ya hit the beast once. Wondered if I could see tha' weapon a' yours a moment."

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Terry wrote:
"Thank you, Durzol, but a solid crew never wants to lose a hand if it can be helped. No one on The Good Intentions is disposable, except maybe the pigs."

"Ah, ya picked a name, then?" Durzol grinned. "Like that one. Seem fittin', given what we seen a' ya so far. Yer an odd bunch, if ya don't mind my sayin' so. In a good way."

Terry wrote:
After a moment to gather himself, he sits up and looks out into the water. "This is supposed to be river, here, not bay, right? WAY too much salt for a river. This drought must be pretty serious."

"It is an estuary." Terry turns to see a blue man, which would be off regardless, but he exudes an air of peace that feels at odds with most of the folks at Rickety's, or the entire Shackles for that matter. "An area where salt water from the sea mixes with fresh water from the river. But you are correct. With less fresh water running off the shore, the salinity has increased dramatically." He bowed his head, as if conceding a point.

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Lord Alphonse Tennyson rushed over to where Lanni, Joran, and Atia were gathered and talking. He ignored to first two, a look of concern as he regarded the latter. "Atia I just heard what happened. Are you alright?" Her clothes were still bloodied enough she looked like she was mortally wounded.


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CG Fem Conj. Wiz 4 | HP: 34/34 | AC 13(w/ MA 17) (T:12;FF11) | CMD: 12 | 30ft speed | Saves: Fort/Ref +3; Will +5 | Init +8 | Perc +2 | 8/8 Acid Dart | Hero Point: 2/3 | Condition:
Spells:
Cantrips: acid splash, detect magic, prestidigitation, read magic; 1st 0/5 + 1/1 conj; lvl2 3/3 + 1/1 conj feats: Spell Penetration; Augment Summoning

Before a much-needed bath

DM Fern wrote:
Lord Alphonse Tennyson rushed over to where Lanni, Joran, and Atia were gathered and talking. He ignored to first two, a look of concern as he regarded the latter. "Atia I just heard what happened. Are you alright?" Her clothes were still bloodied enough she looked like she was mortally wounded.

Atia turns to look at Alphonse with raised eyebrows, surprised by the gentleman's sudden appearance. She straightens up a bit, her posture and diction transforming into that of a noblewoman's mask rather than the more relaxed and authentic demeanor she normally portrayed. "Oh, yes. I'm quite alright, thanks to Destinie and Joran..." She reaches out and takes Joran's hand, lacing her fingers in between his and looking up at the barbarian with The Look that says, 'play nice.'


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Male Gnome Animist 5 | HP 53 | AC 22 | Fort +10; Ref +8; Will +13 | Perception +11 low-light vision | Speed 25 |

Noticing the tension and change in behavior from Atia, Lanni decides to do something to help.

"Anyway, I'm sure you know your own spells better than I do." Lanni walks past Alphonse and nods politely as he passes.

Stealth (+spirit bonus): 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 6 + 2 = 15
Spirit Surge: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Then crouches down and ties the distracted nobleman's shoes together.


Male
General Stuff:
HP36/36; AC 17 T 12, FF 15 (+2 vs Aquatic), CMD 19+4 vs Rush/Trip; Saves F6, R6, W2 +4 vs spell and SLA, +2 vs poison; Percept 9, +2 unusual stonework, +1 for loot
Dwarf Ranger 4
DM Fern wrote:


Dreamer heads into the tavern and is joined a moment later by a dwarven woman with long, wavy black hair, a few thick braids holding the front out of her face. She had a mug of her own and slid into the seat across from him, looking at him critically.

"Saw the fight," she said simply. "Seemed a bit clumsy. I dinna think ya hit the beast once. Wondered if I could see tha' weapon a' yours a moment."

Aye, ya might, I am not sure which of the gods I annoyed

Seadreamer flips the two boarding axes onto the table.

Or did ya mean that ya wanted all of them.


Seadreamer Stonebeard wrote:

Aye, ya might, I am not sure which of the gods I annoyed

Seadreamer flips the two boarding axes onto the table.
Or did ya mean that ya wanted all of them.

The dwarf woman hefted one boarding axe, flipped it around, testing its weight. "Balanced proper." She handed it back to him and leaned back, taking a drink, then wiping the foam from her lip. "Was just wonderin' if the flaw lay with the weapon, or the man." She quirked an eyebrow, letting the implication hang there as a challenge.

Will address the nobleman's shoelaces after Joran gets a word in, lol.


NG M Female Oracle of Lore 3 HP: 31/31 AC:17(T:14/FF:13) CMD:12 Saves-FO:+2 RE:+5 WL: +7 Int: -1 Perc: +6

It was definitely something Des had noticed. And she was glad that he was looking better over time. It was also why she elected her answer to be food instead of a drink

"You sure missed something out there. We had to fight a naga just now. The poor thing went mad over the lack of water around here... not that I can really blame her. It's really blistering out there."


CN Male Swashbuckler 4 (Inspired Blade)| HP: 36/36 | AC: 20 ( Tch 16, Fl 14) | CMD: 18 | F: +3 R: +9 W: +2 | Init: +6 | Perc: +7 SM: +7 | Combat Stamina: 5/5 | Panache: 1/4 | Charmed Life: 3/3 | Hero Points: 2/3 | Active conditions: Combat Expertise (-0, +1 Dodge), Champion (+2 Dmg)

The strange look that came over Syl earned an equally strange look from Mateo as he stopped and slid an arm around her shoulder, pulling her in closer to him.

"You alright? You always get a weird look when you're watching them?" Mateo says softly, nudging against her. "Do they upset you?"


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Mateo Nikas wrote:

The strange look that came over Syl earned an equally strange look from Mateo as he stopped and slid an arm around her shoulder, pulling her in closer to him.

"You alright? You always get a weird look when you're watching them?" Mateo says softly, nudging against her. "Do they upset you?"

Syl gave him a forced smile that was clearly annoyed with the couple. "They don't upset me. They disgust me. But I don't want to talk about it."

All of those originally from the Wormwood could plainly see the change that had begun to come over Syl in recent days. The only thing keeping the murderess in check then had been Harrigan's rules and the promise of a keelhauling. Now Mateo kept her in check, but it was different. Her insanity seemed to have stabilized somehow. She was still an angry, dangerous woman. But mania no longer danced in her eyes, most of the time.

And Mateo, especially, had learned to read her like a book. He'd had to, or she'd have killed him the other night after he talked her down from ending Terry. He could tell there was something about Joran and Atia in particular that stoked the furnaces of his dragon's anger, whereas she didn't really care about the rest of the crew one way or the other.

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Des wrote:

"You sure missed something out there. We had to fight a naga just now. The poor thing went mad over the lack of water around here... not that I can really blame her. It's really blistering out there."

Thelma made a small face as if this was only mildly interesting news, her eyebrows furled and a "huh." sort of expression on her face. She plated up a pile of roasted chicken for the blonde and slid it over.

"Everybody alright?" Kroop asked in his hoarse voice. "Ey, Thelma, is naga edible? I can go get it if you want."

Thelma made a stunned face. "No! They's sentient creatures!"

Kroop shrugged, "A'right, nevermind." There was a long pause. A long pause. "Ey, Thelma, what's sentient? They too salty, or they poisonous, or what?"


NG M Female Oracle of Lore 3 HP: 31/31 AC:17(T:14/FF:13) CMD:12 Saves-FO:+2 RE:+5 WL: +7 Int: -1 Perc: +6

"They're like humans, Kroop!" Des interrupted in an exasperated tone. "They can think, have homes and talk in their own language too. So definitely not food to eat!" After blowing off steam, she drooped her shoulders as her face became more sullen. "In fact, I felt a bit sorry for her. She sounded insane."


M Half-Elf Unchained Rogue (Pirate) 2 / Swashbuckler (Inspired Blade) 0 | AC:17(T:14/FF:13) CMD:15 HP:13/13 | FO:+0 RE:+7 WL: +1 | Defenses: Immune to Sleep, Resistant to Enchantments

When Durzol calls the crew an odd bunch, Terry laughs for a second, a good, honest, laugh. "Maybe so, Mate. Maybe so."

Looking at the blue man, Terry cocks his head to the side. "I don't think we've met. Terry of Quent. Well, I guess that's not so right anymore, is it Durzol? Terry of The Good Intentions."

After Bakji introduces himself, Terry grins a little wider.

"Well, this isn't what I planned to do next, but maybe the three of us should get Roger here to a bed so he can heal up. My clothes and bath are less important than his head. Not quite so sure about the meal, but there's plenty of time for that bit. He have a room, Durz?"


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Human Barbarian(Sea Reaver) 4th
Stats:
Hp's 45/45; AC 17/touch 11/FF 16; Hero points: 3/3 used; Perc: +9; Fort: +6; Ref: +2; Will: +3
DM Fern wrote:
Lord Alphonse Tennyson rushed over to where Lanni, Joran, and Atia were gathered and talking. He ignored to first two, a look of concern as he regarded the latter. "Atia I just heard what happened. Are you alright?" Her clothes were still bloodied enough she looked like she was mortally wounded.
Atia Leroung wrote:
Atia turns to look at Alphonse with raised eyebrows, surprised by the gentleman's sudden appearance. She straightens up a bit, her posture and diction transforming into that of a noblewoman's mask rather than the more relaxed and authentic demeanor she normally portrayed. "Oh, yes. I'm quite alright, thanks to Destinie and Joran..." She reaches out and takes Joran's hand, lacing her fingers in between his and looking up at the barbarian with The Look that says, 'play nice.'

When Alphonse makes his way over, Joran tenses up, his jaw clenched. When Atia takes a hold of his hand, though, he does relax... some. Looking down at her and not missing her unspoken command, he calmly cuts his focus back to the intruder. Okay, Joran, do not punch this guy in the face. Or kick him in the crotch. Or punch him in the face and THEN kick him in the crotch. Taking a deep breath in an attempt to aid in calming himself, he responds and responds quickly and flatly. "She'll be fine, Alphonzie. We'll take care of her. Thanks for asking. That'll be all. Good talking to you, now, bye-bye." Joran, with nary an expression, looks hard at the guy, who he is certain is trying to move in on his woman, and patiently awaits for him to turn and leave.


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CG Fem Conj. Wiz 4 | HP: 34/34 | AC 13(w/ MA 17) (T:12;FF11) | CMD: 12 | 30ft speed | Saves: Fort/Ref +3; Will +5 | Init +8 | Perc +2 | 8/8 Acid Dart | Hero Point: 2/3 | Condition:
Spells:
Cantrips: acid splash, detect magic, prestidigitation, read magic; 1st 0/5 + 1/1 conj; lvl2 3/3 + 1/1 conj feats: Spell Penetration; Augment Summoning
Joran "Shark Bait" Bravestone wrote:
When Alphonse makes his way over, Joran tenses up, his jaw clenched. When Atia takes a hold of his hand, though, he does relax... some. Looking down at her and not missing her unspoken command, he calmly cuts his focus back to the intruder. Okay, Joran, do not punch this guy in the face. Or kick him in the crotch. Or punch him in the face and THEN kick him in the crotch. Taking a deep breath in an attempt to aid in calming himself, he responds and responds quickly and flatly. "She'll be fine, Alphonzie. We'll take care of her. Thanks for asking. That'll be all. Good talking to you, now, bye-bye." Joran, with nary an expression, looks hard at the guy, who he is certain is trying to move in on his woman, and patiently awaits for him to turn and leave.

Atia squeezes the barbarian's hand and leans against his chest. She looks up at him for a brief moment and grins. "Proud of you, love."


Male
General Stuff:
HP36/36; AC 17 T 12, FF 15 (+2 vs Aquatic), CMD 19+4 vs Rush/Trip; Saves F6, R6, W2 +4 vs spell and SLA, +2 vs poison; Percept 9, +2 unusual stonework, +1 for loot
Dwarf Ranger 4
DM Fern wrote:
Seadreamer Stonebeard wrote:

Aye, ya might, I am not sure which of the gods I annoyed

Seadreamer flips the two boarding axes onto the table.
Or did ya mean that ya wanted all of them.

The dwarf woman hefted one boarding axe, flipped it around, testing its weight. "Balanced proper." She handed it back to him and leaned back, taking a drink, then wiping the foam from her lip. "Was just wonderin' if the flaw lay with the weapon, or the man." She quirked an eyebrow, letting the implication hang there as a challenge.

Seadreamer laughs.

Nothing wrong with this man either, other than he feels like he has been cursed with bad luck. But you will na find me shirking when it comes time to fight

He scabbards the axes and invites her to sit down and enjoy an ale.


Joran "Shark Bait" Bravestone wrote:
Atia Leroung wrote:
Atia turns to look at Alphonse with raised eyebrows, surprised by the gentleman's sudden appearance. She straightens up a bit, her posture and diction transforming into that of a noblewoman's mask rather than the more relaxed and authentic demeanor she normally portrayed. "Oh, yes. I'm quite alright, thanks to Destinie and Joran..." She reaches out and takes Joran's hand, lacing her fingers in between his and looking up at the barbarian with The Look that says, 'play nice.'
When Alphonse makes his way over, Joran tenses up, his jaw clenched. When Atia takes a hold of his hand, though, he does relax... some. Looking down at her and not missing her unspoken command, he calmly cuts his focus back to the intruder. Okay, Joran, do not punch this guy in the face. Or kick him in the crotch. Or punch him in the face and THEN kick him in the crotch. Taking a deep breath in an attempt to aid in calming himself, he responds and responds quickly and flatly. "She'll be fine, Alphonzie. We'll take care of her. Thanks for asking. That'll be all. Good talking to you, now, bye-bye." Joran, with nary an expression, looks hard at the guy, who he is certain is trying to move in on his woman, and patiently awaits for him to turn and leave.

Alphonse lets out a breath, relaxing when he sees she's alright. He's either oblivious to Joran's mood, or choosing to ignore it. "I'm relieved to hear that, my lady." He patted Joran's arm. "Good man." Returning his attention to Atia he smiled dashingly. "Should you need anything, don't hesitate to ask."

Reflex save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

He turned to leave -- or tried to. His foot caught on the tied laces, untying them in the process and hiding the evidence of Lanni's trickery. Alphonse stumbled a couple steps but caught himself before falling, then looked back. "Be careful, my lady, I believe the floorboard is loose." A little flushed, he dusted himself off symbolically and straightened his coat, then strode off.

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Des wrote:
"They're like humans, Kroop!" Des interrupted in an exasperated tone. "They can think, have homes and talk in their own language too. So definitely not food to eat!" After blowing off steam, she drooped her shoulders as her face became more sullen. "In fact, I felt a bit sorry for her. She sounded insane."

"Okay, okay, ya don' gotta bite my head off, I'm salient too." Kroop shook his head, putting down the clean glass and reaching for another.

"Well, if she was insane sounds a mercy she were put down," Thelma added.

Kroop's eyes went wide and he looked around half-panicked before relaxing. "Thank the gods, she's not here. Careful, woman. You say that kinda stuff 'round Sy....Simone, and she might gut you."

"Who the blazes is Simone?"

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Terry wrote:

When Durzol calls the crew an odd bunch, Terry laughs for a second, a good, honest, laugh. "Maybe so, Mate. Maybe so."

Looking at the blue man, Terry cocks his head to the side. "I don't think we've met. Terry of Quent. Well, I guess that's not so right anymore, is it Durzol? Terry of The Good Intentions."

"I am, was, Bakji. Of many places, and it would seem The Good Intentions latest among them."

Terry wrote:

After Bakji introduces himself, Terry grins a little wider.

"Well, this isn't what I planned to do next, but maybe the three of us should get Roger here to a bed so he can heal up. My clothes and bath are less important than his head. Not quite so sure about the meal, but there's plenty of time for that bit. He have a room, Durz?"

"Aye 'e does. I got 'is feet."

"I was a healer, once. I still recall the basics. I will see to his wounds," Bakji said calmly.

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Dreamer wrote:

Seadreamer laughs.

Nothing wrong with this man either, other than he feels like he has been cursed with bad luck. But you will na find me shirking when it comes time to fight
He scabbards the axes and invites her to sit down and enjoy an ale.

She finished the ale she already had. "No. Dinna think I will. But if ya need some lessons, come find me. Luck is what we make of it. Skilled fighters don' need luck." She smirked tauntingly, and took her leave.


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CN Male Swashbuckler 4 (Inspired Blade)| HP: 36/36 | AC: 20 ( Tch 16, Fl 14) | CMD: 18 | F: +3 R: +9 W: +2 | Init: +6 | Perc: +7 SM: +7 | Combat Stamina: 5/5 | Panache: 1/4 | Charmed Life: 3/3 | Hero Points: 2/3 | Active conditions: Combat Expertise (-0, +1 Dodge), Champion (+2 Dmg)

"Disgust you? And they're not dead?" Mateo asked with actual shock, a sly grin coming to his face as he thought it over. "Was that the decision to be made? The chance to ruin them and kill them but it meant killing me too? Or did you realize being with me gave you the chance to watch it all fall to pieces...if it did?" The question was at her but it was more for himself, his head shaking as he lifted his hand upwards. "Don't answer that, I want the surprise to last." He lifted his arm and threw off more of the mud from his body. With a disappointed glance, he looked downwards at himself. "Could you do me a favor love? I need your skill with a blade real quick."

At Rickety's, a young wench would drop her plates as Mateo walked in wearing his scabbard, weapons, and his hat and nothing else. He walked with a sense of pride in his steps as he made his way to the stairway, mud-covered butt in all its glory. Turning to whoever was in charge of baths, he would give a nod. "I require bathwater please. Thank you. Oh, a tip if you could grab a fresh change of clothing from the market. Something that suits me. Much thanks." The man would tip his hat to his shipmates and make his way towards his shared room.


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Male Gnome Animist 5 | HP 53 | AC 22 | Fort +10; Ref +8; Will +13 | Perception +11 low-light vision | Speed 25 |

Lanni walks over to the bar counter after leaving Atia's table. He is mildly disappointed when Alphonse manages to stay on his feet, but he at least stumbled nicely.

Kroop wrote:
"Okay, okay, ya don' gotta bite my head off, I'm salient too."

Catching the last bits of the conversation between Destinie and Kroop, Lanni adds, "Yes, Kroop. You are definitely very saline."

Then Mateo walks through the pub. "Come on, man. People are eating in here."

"Yeah, I can go get you something that suits you." Lanni mentions with a bit of a mischievous grin.


CN Male Swashbuckler 4 (Inspired Blade)| HP: 36/36 | AC: 20 ( Tch 16, Fl 14) | CMD: 18 | F: +3 R: +9 W: +2 | Init: +6 | Perc: +7 SM: +7 | Combat Stamina: 5/5 | Panache: 1/4 | Charmed Life: 3/3 | Hero Points: 2/3 | Active conditions: Combat Expertise (-0, +1 Dodge), Champion (+2 Dmg)

He stops at the top of the stairs, stares back down it, and clears his throat.

"An extra-extra tip if they do not let the gnome help. Apologies, captain." Mateo clarified before finishing his ascent to the room.


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Syl walks in a moment after he waltzed though, a bemused smirk on her face. She handed a couple gold coins to the teenage boy that was about to shop for Mateo. "Don't bother." Then she slipped Lanni several more and smiled pointedly -- one that was more mischievous and less murderous than he'd seen from her before.


Male Gnome Animist 5 | HP 53 | AC 22 | Fort +10; Ref +8; Will +13 | Perception +11 low-light vision | Speed 25 |

Lanni gives Syl a nod and a grin and scurries out to do some shopping.


NG M Female Oracle of Lore 3 HP: 31/31 AC:17(T:14/FF:13) CMD:12 Saves-FO:+2 RE:+5 WL: +7 Int: -1 Perc: +6

Bluff: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29

Uh oh. Luckily, Des remained a fast talker and stepped in front of a flustered Kroop before responding rather casually. "He really meant Syl. The woman with black hair. We weren't that close or even friends, but she came around in the end. Still, it's best to keep an eye on everyone on your ship. It's good to know who you'd be working on around here." She looked back at Kroop before turning towards Thelma with a smirk. "I think he's afraid you might not join if you knew a bit more aboutcus."

She decided it wasn't much good to think of an alibi in a place where everyone knew each other. It felt alright to at least come clean about Syl's tendencies... as long as they don't spill the beans about the big one.


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Male Gnome Animist 5 | HP 53 | AC 22 | Fort +10; Ref +8; Will +13 | Perception +11 low-light vision | Speed 25 |

I was going to post links to these, but I didn't like the results - or sometimes what was linked from those results.

Lanni comes back about 20 minutes later and hands Syl a pair of brown moccasins, orange knee-high socks, a leather miniskirt, a three inch wide crocodile skin belt with a huge brass buckle, a long sleeved black fishnet shirt, a light gray dress suit vest with coat tails, a maroon matador cape (which clashes horribly with the orange socks), and one dragon shaped ear cuff. "Here you go. Some of that he might even actually like. See how much of it you can get him to put on at once."


For clarity, Des, you are in the Commons, where Thelma works, and there are non-crew people in the place as well. And Syl. Who just walked in. And almost killed Terry for name dropping. In case that wasn't clear. =D Was uncertain why you rolled a bluff, and a great one, then told the truth, lol.


NG M Female Oracle of Lore 3 HP: 31/31 AC:17(T:14/FF:13) CMD:12 Saves-FO:+2 RE:+5 WL: +7 Int: -1 Perc: +6

Yeah... that clarifies a lot.

"Simone is one of his chickens he keeps in the kitchen. Too mean-spirited for him to try and kill so it's the pet mascot. We try not to mention anything about death near it. Kroop's just afraid you might now join us if you knew."

Thankfully, she say Syl moving in towards them before she said that previous lie.


CG Fem Conj. Wiz 4 | HP: 34/34 | AC 13(w/ MA 17) (T:12;FF11) | CMD: 12 | 30ft speed | Saves: Fort/Ref +3; Will +5 | Init +8 | Perc +2 | 8/8 Acid Dart | Hero Point: 2/3 | Condition:
Spells:
Cantrips: acid splash, detect magic, prestidigitation, read magic; 1st 0/5 + 1/1 conj; lvl2 3/3 + 1/1 conj feats: Spell Penetration; Augment Summoning
DM Fern wrote:

Alphonse lets out a breath, relaxing when he sees she's alright. He's either oblivious to Joran's mood, or choosing to ignore it. "I'm relieved to hear that, my lady." He patted Joran's arm. "Good man." Returning his attention to Atia he smiled dashingly. "Should you need anything, don't hesitate to ask."

He turned to leave -- or tried to. His foot caught on the tied laces, untying them in the process and hiding the evidence of Lanni's trickery. Alphonse stumbled a couple steps but caught himself before falling, then looked back. "Be careful, my lady, I believe the floorboard is loose." A little flushed, he dusted himself off symbolically and straightened his coat, then strode off.

"Mmmh," Atia hums a bit dismissively in response to Lord Tennyson, smiling and nodding politely. She glances at his hand on Joran's arm, tensing up a little bit and squeezing the big man's hand meaningfully. Don't let him agitate you... She thinks, wishing Joran could read her mind just for a moment.

When Alphonse moves away from them and trips, Atia chokes on a laugh, eyes wide, and schools her face into polite concern, biting down hard on her bottom lip.

"We'll keep an eye out. Thank you, Lord Tennyson," She says, referring to him by his title to keep the barrier of nobility up between them.

She then turns toward Joran, hand still in his, and grins up at him, visibly relaxing. "You really don't like him, do you?"


Human Barbarian(Sea Reaver) 4th
Stats:
Hp's 45/45; AC 17/touch 11/FF 16; Hero points: 3/3 used; Perc: +9; Fort: +6; Ref: +2; Will: +3
Atia Leroung wrote:
Atia squeezes the barbarian's hand and leans against his chest. She looks up at him for a brief moment and grins. "Proud of you, love."

Hearing her words as he keeps his focus on Mr. Flirt, a slight grin forms on the big man.

DM Fern wrote:
Alphonse lets out a breath, relaxing when he sees she's alright. He's either oblivious to Joran's mood, or choosing to ignore it. "I'm relieved to hear that, my lady." He patted Joran's arm. "Good man." Returning his attention to Atia he smiled dashingly. "Should you need anything, don't hesitate to ask."
Atia Leroung wrote:
"Mmmh," Atia hums a bit dismissively in response to Lord Tennyson, smiling and nodding politely. She glances at his hand on Joran's arm, tensing up a little bit and squeezing the big man's hand meaningfully. Don't let him agitate you... She thinks, wishing Joran could read her mind just for a moment.

When Alphonse reaches out and pats Joran on the arm, his grin instantly vanishes and the fury rising within the barbarian can easily be felt by Atia. Joran's thoughts then get away from him...

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When Alphonse touches him, Joran explodes from his position, driving the claws of his right hand directly into the gut of the man before slowly lifting him up to where they are face to face in which Lord Tennyson can easily feel the hot breath of the barbarian.

Shaking in utter fear and with blood spilling from his mouth, Alphonse flinches as Joran reaches up and provides him a friendly pat on the cheek with his free hand while receiving a "I'm about to make you wish you were dead" look from the large man. But the words that followed, "You should NEVER have touched me, Lord A$$#*!#," caused Alphonse's mind to run rampant and he could only imagine what the warrior was going to do to him.

Raising him up higher, Joran brings him down fast and body slams him hard on the ground. Ripping his claws from the man's abdomen, the barbarian immediately drives both knees hard onto the man's chest, breaking multiple ribs and bringing forth screams of horrific pain from Alphonse. Ignoring the man's wailing, Joran starts pummeling the man's face with reckless abandon and with every ounce of his strength. Smashing his fists into his face as he continuously swaps between his right and his left again and again and again, the barbarian splits Alphonse's nose wide, knocks out several of his teeth, blackens both of his eyes, and breaks his jaw and his cheek bones in several places... not stopping until the man is no longer recognizable.

Covered in Alphonse's blood, Joran finally relents since it appears the guy seems to no longer be moving. Rising and panting heavily, Joran decides to check the man's pulse, finding he still lives. Leaning down and whispering in the ear of the comatose man, "You know, I'm glad you're not dead. I want you to feel the pain when you wake." He says through gritted teeth, giving him another pat on the cheek.
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With a slight shake of his head to wake him from his reverie, and with gritted teeth, Joran finds himself extremely tempted to unload all of his rage on Lord Alphonse Tennyson. Fortunately for Alphonse, it is ONLY because of Atia that he keeps his composure and does not murderize the guy.

Joran says nothing until Alphonse takes his leave and is completely out of sight.

Atia Leroung wrote:
She then turns toward Joran, hand still in his, and grins up at him, visibly relaxing. "You really don't like him, do you?"

Taking a calming breath, Joran looks down at Atia and grins, saying, "My darlin', Atia, you have no idea how much I hate that guy." He places an arm around her and hugs her close as he looks back in the direction of where Tennyson walked away. "Absolutely no idea." He mutters mindlessly.


Syl takes the horrendous assortment of clothing with a smirk and heads upstairs to present it to Mateo.

Thelma looked to Kroop skeptically. "The chicken's too mean...so you keep it as a pet instead of killing it?" She shook her head in a 'Ok, whatever, not important" manner.

The rest of the evening was uneventful, aside from whatever came of Mateo's new fashion show.

-------The Next Day, Day 4 since arriving at Rickety's-------

Morning came, another hot one, no sign of rain in sight. You made preparations to travel upriver...


Male Gnome Animist 5 | HP 53 | AC 22 | Fort +10; Ref +8; Will +13 | Perception +11 low-light vision | Speed 25 |

In the morning, Lanni talks to Thelma. "So, when people get into a brawl in here, do they just duke it out in here, or do you drive them out to finish their fight in the street?"

Spirit Channel stats:

Spirit Type: Champion
Seance Boon: You gain a +2 bonus on all non-spell damage rolls.
Spirit Bonus: +2 to attack rolls, non-spell damage rolls, Strength checks, Strength-based skill checks, and Fortitude saves.
Influence: ①
Penalty: none
Taboo: none

Lesser Power: Champion's Prowess - You gain proficiency in all martial weapons and in one exotic weapon of your choice

Spell Slots:

1st: 2 - used 0

Spells:

Innate
1/day: Dancing Lights, Ghost Sound, Prestidigitation, Speak with Animals
Cantrips
Medium: Light, Mage Hand, Message, Stabilize

Level 1
Medium: Oneiric Horror, Silent Image

Champion Seance Boon: You gain a +2 bonus on all non-spell damage rolls.

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