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Albawar sits a short way away from the fire. He busies himself with listening to the other's conversation and will answer anyone who approaches him. Otherwise he sits as a stalwart guardian of their little group

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8 to see if anyone or anything approaches

Indeed, Albawar would like to know if he will wake up in the middle of dozens of snakes mating rituals :P

Haha, love the pun Kasia. I kind of like the idea of it :P

After having finished of the snake Albawar takes a few seconds to clean his weapon and armour of any gore before turning to Lormo and Cloony

"Sorry bou' that, guess you can 'ave whots left fer your studies" he says with a sheepish grin

Albawar rears back in surprise as the serpent flies by before automatically drawing his weapon and sending the heavy weight of his dorn-dergar towards the mamba

Move action to draw weapon and same rules as before for Power Attacking

Round 1
Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9 Damage: 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Round 2
Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20 Damage: 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Well lets just say a dwarf in medium armour with no talent in stealth whatsoever isn't the best choice to bring along if you're trying to be sneaky

Albawar comes along without a word, happy to help wherever he was needed

Albawar eyes Jask, still unsure of his decision. He moves forward with the keys before speaking

"Very well, I will free ya since ya'll only be a burden to us if we must protect ya in the event of a skirmish. Just remember though, ya'd best be helpin' us in exchange for this favour an I'll be keeping a close eye on ya. So don't try any funny business."

With his final warning, Albawar undoes the manacles before retreating to his watchpost and waiting for the others to decide what their next course of action should be.

Albawar nods at Baelir's question

"Aye they might indeed. However, before I go an' be loosin' this here lad from 'is manacles I'd like to know what tis he's done to deserve his punishment."

Albawar remains adamant on this point until his suspicions are satisfied by a proper explanation and that the whole group accepts said explanation

Having finished on the ship and returned to shore, Albawar listens to Kasia's motivational speach. Impressed by her presence and happy of her voicing important facts, he raises a cheer at the end of the speach.

With that, the stocky dwarf proceeds to sit down, take care of his weapons and armour and set up a watch around the camp to prevent any wandering beasts from surprising them.

@Salty GM: are any of the NPCs combat oriented?

Albawar nods as Mosi moves forward to help with the door smashing

As it comes down and they see the dead body within, Albawar shakes his head and moves into the room. He stands guard, dorn-dergar drawn, as the others scan the room and the body to try and determine what might have happened.

Seeing the door is still stuck, Albawar puts his shoulder to the door and tries to smash his way in

Taking 20 until the door splinters open mwahaha

Albawar joins he others in from of the door and tries the set of keys on it to see if it opens

Albawar nods at Cloony's assessment of the potions and proceeds to hand one out to each of the initial party, in case they ever needed it.
Since there are 6 I assume that everyone would like one?
He then gazes quizzically at the the other potions, curious as to their effects.

As Mosi speaks up Albawar curses in anger at the story of the Captain's demise, swearing revenge on the foul creature who forced him to do such things.

Albawar nods at Mosi and hands over the journal

He then proceeds to try the keys on the locked drawer and any other locked object they might find except Jask's cuffs which he refuses to unlock for the moment

Albawar gathers all the loot together and moves out of the cabin. He calls to the others as he moves

"Has anyone got any tools or the necessary skills to unlock a drawer? It could contain something useful. We also need someone to determine what these potions are."

With that he proceeds to claim the dagger for himself as a memoire of his former friend but offers a free pick of anything else to the others.

Albawar searches through the footlocker and the desk hoping to find a note or map of some sort and also to help calm himself
Taking 20 on a perception check +1 for a total of 21

Albawar instantly moves towards the captain's room in the hopes of maybe finding his old friend or a clue as to his survival

Round 1
Albawar moves forward, drawing his dorn-dergar, until he is within 10ft of the creature and strikes towards it's armoured skull
Attack: 1d20 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (9) + 4 - 2 = 11
But the ships strange angle throws off his attack

Albawar curses at the sight of the scorpion, not being overfond of the little beasts after their last encounter

Initiative: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13

Albawar shakes his head at Baelir's question
"Nay lad can't say as I remember seeing any such weapons aboard, never imagined I'd be needing anything but me trusty dwarf steel"

He follows behind everyone else, laughing quietly at the conversation between Kasia and Cloony

Sounds like a plan

Having found the other passenger's gear he picks it up and moves it to a spot farther from the water line so as to prevent it from being washed away before calling out to the others

"Once ye've all woken up t'might be a good idea to move somewhat away from the water. I've also found yer gear so yer free to retrieve whatever is yours when ye feel good and steady enough to make it over here."

Albawar curses as he sees that the captain and the cook are both missing. He had sailed many a voyage with them and their deaths struck a hard blow on him, no matter how bad the cook's food was.

May the seas embrace you both warmly and may you sail the eternally peaceful waters forevermore my friends

Wiping a tear from his eye so as to avoid unwanted attention Albawar busied himself with searching the wreckage for anything of use since he had no skill in healing and no desire to mingle with the others at the moment

Perception to find useful salvage: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17

Albawar chuckles softly at the gnomes joke before moving towards the other survivors to see what he could make of them

Albawar calls out to everyone:

"Oy! There are survivors over there an' what's left of our ship, we'd best go see what we can do for the survivors and salvage what left o' the poor Jenivere."

@Baelir: Wow that actually sounds pretty badass :O
@Cloony: Yeah but I think in the future you'll probably have me being a meat shield for you as well :P

Albawar watches with astonishment as his wounds begin to heal over, the cuts no longer bleeding and a fine layer of skin appearing over them. He nods his thanks to Kasia before answering back:

"Please, I am simply Albawar. No need fer honorifics or the like."
Not anymore at least...

As she mentions searching the shore Albawar nods, somewhat hesitant at the idea of staying near danger, but agrees to the usefulness of the endeavour.
"Tha's indeed a good suggestion lass, lets see what we can find."

Survival check to get around: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
Perception to find anything useful: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

I must say there is something comically ironic about casting enlarge person on a dwarf :P

Having finally been able to slay the last creature, Albawar falls to the ground. Due to his magically enhanced size he makes quite a larger disturbance than usual but he doesn't notice it. Instead he breathes heavily, his stomach roiling, his head pounding and the various cuts and tears in his flesh pulsing with small waves of pain.

After having taken a few moments to rest, gather his wits and return to his normal size, Albawar makes his way to the pile of gear and retrieves the rest of his equipment and weapons before addressing the group:

"We'd best be makin' ourselves scarce and heading somewhat more inland, don' want to hang around case somethin' nastier makes it's way over eh?"

Indeed. I hope someone besides me has good survival skills otherwise we're doomed

Seeing but one critter left Albawar attack once again with a looping over head strike

Attack: 1d20 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 4 - 2 = 12 Damage: 2d8 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (2, 8) + 6 + 3 = 19

Albawar, determined to give a good reckoning of himself, moves into position to attack from range with his dorn-dergar and lets loose a fearsome bellow as he smashes down on the scorpion attacking Mosi, who seems to be the most pressed at the moment.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (20) + 4 - 2 = 22 Damage: 2d8 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (1, 8) + 6 + 3 = 18

Crit confirmation and extra damage
Crit confirmation: 1d20 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (6) + 4 - 2 = 8 Damage: 2d8 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (4, 2) + 6 + 3 = 15

Albawar endures the continued assaults stoically and attempts to retaliate
Attack: 1d20 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (7) + 4 - 2 = 9 Damage: 2d8 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (4, 4) + 6 + 3 = 17
but misses due to a slight hitch in his arm caused by one of the wounds he received.

He lets out a loud colourful curse, amplified even more by his magically enhanced size, at his incapacity to protect the passengers.

Indeed I think we managed to make the most of your spell and I expect that I might be asking you for it again one of these days, Albawar may have taken a liking to being taller than everyone else :)

I know, but Kasia's turn comes before me due to the initiative order meaning I get it before my turn comes around

Holy damage output! Never knew someone could do that much at level 1 :O

Albawar growls a curse as his weapon swings wide and attacks again with renewed vigour as he grows in size due to the dark skinned female's spell. He smiles down at the others, marvelling at the view he has from such a height and calls out:
"Let's see what kind of damage I can do to these here beasties eh?"

Considering Kasia does as she planned to ooc, I am the target of Enlarge Person before my turn. The +2 increase to Str negates the -1 to attack rolls, my weapon now deals 2d8 damage and my AC is reduced to 16 due to size modifiers and loss of Dex

As before, Power Attack and Furious Focus
Attack: 1d20 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (14) + 4 - 2 = 16 Damage: 2d8 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (7, 7) + 6 + 3 = 23

Dwarf you say? Nay, I am MEGA-DWARF!!!

Sorry missed that part of your post, go ahead! MWAHAHAHA :P

As he passes, Albawar flinches as the little critter slices through his skin again and draws blood. His mood changes quickly as he reaches the pile of gear and picks up his dorn-dergar and a savage smile spreads on his lips. Now he could protect himself and give a good reckoning of his strength to the vile creatures

As he hears the dark skinned human let out a hiss he raises an eyebrow before shouting out
"This ain't the time ta be hissin at em lady, this is the only language they comprehend!"

And he punctuates the end of his phrase with a twirl of the weapons chain and before smashing it's flanged head down on the nearest creature
Using Power Attack and Furious Focus, dorn-dergar currently at 10ft reach
Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11 Damage: 1d10 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

EDIT: "Aye that may not be such a bad idea missy" he says
move action to lower my SR so that Kasia can cast her spell

lol

Sometimes I'm envious of monks and how they don't need any weapons =.=

@Mosi: And catfolk, they've got it good as well :P

Initiative: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

What in the god's names happened to me? Must be something in that accursed stew I can't believe - YOWCH

Albawar comes to much faster due to the pain, his mind and eyes focussing rapidly and taking in the creatures, his position and the lack of his precious weapons. He growls in frustration and anger, directing his wrath to the disgusting creatures at his feet.

"You've messed with the wrong Dwarf, laddy!"

Albawar moves quickly to the nearby pile of gear, despite the need to turn his back to his foes, and retrieves his dorn-dergar or dwarven waraxe if they are visible, otherwise he grabs the first weapon on top of the pile as he prepares to face the scorpions.

Move action to the pile of gear and I guess a standard action to retrieve a weapon

Albawar nods at Baelir's comment about how he was raised, knowing that his reticence had appeared somewhat for him to mention his heritage

Aye 'twas a good move not judging the man on his looks alone, I should know better by now not to always judge a book by its cover

To Baelir he answers:
"Aye tis as good a reason as any to wander the high seas and just so happens to be mine own as well. What better way to travel than to be paid to do so eh?" he lets out a hearty laugh and smacks the table before unstopping his wineskin and taking a brief swig before offering it to Baelir with an encouraging smile.

Albawar looks at the proffered hand, unsure of how to proceed. Long has hatred for orcs been a part of his life, inborn as it was in his race and taught by warriors of old and new alike. Yet his travels had given him a different view on things, one not so set in stone as the rest of his race, when it came to these half breeds. It was not their fault that they were born as they were and so it was left up to them to choose their destiny and up to him to give them that chance.

All this he thought in less than a second as he pondered what his reaction should be before grasping the proffered hand with a solid grip and answering back in his gruff voice:
"Well met and no apologies are necessary. The name's Albawar Grizzlemane, wandering mercenary and currently guardian of the Jenivere as it were. What brings you to this tub's plank if I can ask ya?"

Sorry for the wait all, didn't have any free time to post until now

Albawar was used to this kind of ships food having often suffered such tasteless and revolting meals during his many years serving as a ship's guard. He ate away at the unsavoury soup knowing full well he would get nothing today.

Fortitude: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

He sits quietly during his meal, listening to the other's banter and noting what he can about this new batch of 'companions'. After thirteen years aboard a ship fighting of pirates, monsters and Cailean knows what else it is always best to know who you can count on.

The gnome lady and the large half-orc elicited the most interest from him. He had not often crossed gnomes since his departure from home and was intrigued and wary of her possible connection to magic. As for the half-orc, he lacked trust for him on principle having grown up with stories about their fully fledged ancestor's cruelty as well as having experienced it himself. However he reserved judgment for the moment as it wouldn't do to antagonize a ship's passenger.

Hearing the offer for a second bowl of soup he raises his own and calls "Aye I'll take another if ya be offerin it pretty miss" before settling back into his seat, content for the moment to remain away from the others.

Dotting in, might only be able to post sporadically until wednesday due to heavy workload but will still participate as much as possible!

Just one more day of waiting can't wait!

Lol love the Halo reference