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I'm officially back and all that jazz now. Getting caught up on all my games here and elsewhere has proven very exhausting!

Hut times ahead!

To be fair, neither did I! My favorite part is that most of the characters aren't aware of just how creepy she is. I have a feeling she's going to get far nastier as she gets further entwined with her patron though.

Felicia lets out a screech as Iago shoves the hobgoblin. Letting loose a furious torrent of eldritch energy, she wills the force of the blast to help blast the hobgoblin back into his friends.

Inspired Eldritch Blast: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 161d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 251d10 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
Eldritch Blast Crit: 1d10 ⇒ 9

Post Rolls: 19 total damage

Felicia turns, slowly, to face the creature that saw fit to attack her. Her mouth moves, as if speaking words, but she is silent.

A song reminiscent of finger nails on a blackboard being spun in reverse over the shriek of a starved baby slams into the goblin's mind.

Casting dissonant whispers on the goblin immediately in front of her. DC13 for half damage. Fail and take full damage and they have to run away as their reaction.

Dissonant Whispers: 3d6 ⇒ (2, 2, 5) = 9

Bravely, these ill-prepared but well-trained pirates, fresh from their tutelage of the master boarder, trekked through the mighty jungle, wherein they spotted evil spiders! Culder, in an impressive show of bravery used an oar with great skill, ending the vile creatures existence. Our actions summoned the ghost of a long dead pirate, one who was covetous of his booty. From there, we received a magical warning of an abhorrent creature called a Gravebound. With the same tenacity he has shown as a rigger, Culder dispatched the creature with some grade A protective support from the finger waggler and the bowman. That bowman, make sure he's providing support for the next boarding. Moving along the trees with ease, taking down enemy boarders from afar. After that, our intrepid pirates knew that there would be hell to pay if they didn't rightly recompense their Captain and crew. They pressed on to the vile lair of the gravebound. They found hundreds of gold worth of silver pieces! We brought back a sample of the sterling for a veracity check. Captain, if you'd like to send us out, we'd gladly lead you, or Scourge, or Plugg and a work party to recover the rest!

Grinning to herself, she stares at the bugbear. Your goblins? Then you bear responsibility for their actions. It is your skin I shall char, your bones I shall grind for flour, and your blood will dye my scarves. Let your mind suffer under the weight of the Abyss! she shrieks into his mind before whispering a melody of horrendous discordance that only seems to reach his ears.

Casting dissonant whispers. Damage: 3d6 ⇒ (3, 4, 2) = 9 and must use its reaction to move as far away from me as it can. DC13 WIS save for 1/2 (4 dmg) and no urge to move. 0/1 Spell Slots remaining.

Felicia's eyes seethe with cold hatred for the goblins that caused her to take her tumble. With gritted teeth she gets up with the help of Rothwillian.

Thank you, sir Rothwillian. Your assistance is appreciated. She says, words clipped and short as she flicks water droplets from her fingers and her typically wavy ebon hair is stringy and saturated with water. She feels her power course through her, burning as the stars burn in the night tapestry. Angrily she stalks back into the cave, meeting with Iago and Arvhil.

Gentlemen. I endeavor to find the cretins that decided to unleash this deluge upon me. I will see their souls wracked with the torment of the great heavens and their bodies burnt with eldritch fury. They will feel my wrath and I will rejoice. We should get the others and press through the right hand tunnel. Rout these ankle-biting demonspawn. She says, voice frigid and eyes steely. Her magic roiling inside her, wisps of moisture begin to dance from her fingertips, like breath on a cold winter's day.

One of her cantrips is Frostbite. She is unconsciously running through the spell in her mind. She hasn't cast it and the wisps serve no current mechanical purpose other than fun visual. :)

Felicia follows Iago up to the group. Seeing his radiant blast flash through the sky, she laughs before grabbing her crystal and flinging a finger toward the same goblin he had targeted.

All true experimentation requires repetition, or so my father used to claim. Shall we see how this affects you? she yells, as the purple wisps begin to coalesce along her hand.

Eldritch Blast: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 211d10 ⇒ 6

Casting Eldritch Blast

Gwydd fishes in the pouch on his belt, pulling out a tiny lump of wax. He mutters a quick incantation and suddenly from behind the goblins, the sound of howling dogs starts to move rapidly toward the group. With a look of horror on his face, Gwydd backs away from the group, and makes his way to where Windsight and the others are. As he skids to a halt behind the archer, he continues his inspirational song!

Casting ghost sound, DC13 Will to disbelieve. 5/9 BP remaining, IC active. 2/4 Touch of Luck remaining. 2/3 1st level spells remaining.

Jarvis astutely notices that he is, in fact, on board a ship full of pirates. Any more than that, he can't say.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

Absolutely! Jarvis says, face breaking into a grin. Taking a breath he launches into a dark tune.

Cackling and mad,
upon the clouds came the hag.
On the streets of Port Peril
is where she stalked, shrill and feral.

Hag's breath! Nasty and cold!
Hag's spit! Vile and horrors untold!

Came she to find a 'tasty child treat'.
Poor wretched Zephelza.
When by sheer luck, 'twas the Captain she did meet!
Poor wretched Zephelza.

Hag's breath! Nasty and cold!
Hag's spit! Vile and horrors untold!

Against her, he and his crew did square.
Through battering winds and driving rains
they fought and brought their mighty arms to bear.
Anchor blows and falchion strikes adding to her pains.

Terror of the winds and haunter of the night
Let all present know, twas us who stood to fight!