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"Ahoy, sir," Caladral says as he and Clucky enter. "I do believe I am the man fer any job ye might be havin', sir. I hail from Riddleport, meself, where I was brung up to be a man o' the sea. Some may call me a pirate. I just likes to cook and to fiddle wit' the arcane arts, as they be called. I may be old (middle-aged), but don't let that fool ye! I am a salty old Jack Tar who knows his way abouts! I seen most of what there is to see out at sea," Caladral exchanges a look with Clucky at this, and they both chuckle. He takes a swig of his rum before continuing. "So 'why not try the life of a landlubber fer a time?' says I. To sum it all up sir, I got the skills, and don't much mind if the job is a might shady, if ye catches me drift." Caladral winks at the man.

did we die?

"What the hell is going on here? Are you terrorizing Golarion?"

"Fascninating..." Caladral mumbles as he follows.

So I did a Heal check to determine if the masked man was alive so that we could heal him and ask him questions and I am still waiting on a response to that...

Thanks for asking, Marrant! She is actually doing VERY well, and they don't foresee it sticking around, but yes, it has been tough.

@GM, I have been waiting for our somethings to have a result...

Heal: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

"Is he still alive?"

I am sorry guys... My wife was diagnosed with gestational diabetes, and I have been out of it for a couple days. Thanks for the catch ren, here is the rest of my damage.

ExtraCritDamage: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 2) = 8

Caladral fires another shot!
Attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3
Sorry, I got confused and thought the baddie hadn't acted yet for some reason

I already took my action...

I am enjoying it...

Caladral pulls out his bow and fires an arrow at the masked man.
Shortbow: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Caladral suddenly realizes he probably should have urinated...
Initiative: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

Caladral walks over to the altar and crouches down, brushing away debris. "Hey guys, there is a trap door here!"

Caladral follows the rest of the party into the church and has a look around.
Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20

"Is he the one responsible for this fire? Do you know what direction he was headed?"

Caladral runs up and joins the brigade.

Caladral takes 5 days of trail rations, a bedroll, a tent, a backpack, and a waterskin

its rather difficult to know what we need without any of our questions being answered...

"Well, at least they got me right!" Caladral exclaims gleefully. "I happen to be an excellent sailor! Is there anything I can help with aboard the ship, Captain?"

"Who are these 'Children', and are you saying we are each of us related to them?"

Caladral bursts out in laughter at the sight of the deer-ninja.

[ooc] after Caladral gives his tankard back, he is ready to go[/dice]

"Why did you say that?" Marrant asks curiously, "One would think this happens to you all the time."

"Well... If we are indeed aboard a ship... I have been press-ganged once or twice..."

Caladral is relieved to find his gear in the chest at the foot of his bed. Being raised on the streets to a slave family, he has worked hard for his meager belongings. "Thank you friend," he accepts the tankard. "Never to early for this!" He takes a sip of his wine and smiles happily as he dons his gear.

Caladral wakes and sits up instantly. He looks around to get his bearings. "Oh, not again..." In answer to Arkavus, "I am Caladral, a sailor."

cool beans

So are we going to start soon?

Checking in!

Sweet! Can't wait!

Caladral was born in the a heavily forested region of Cheliax to a poverty-stricken slave family. Both of his parents still live, and he has two siblings. His sister is older than he is, and his brother is younger. During his childhood, he met a unicorn. The unicorn touched him, and since that day, he has always felt different.

During his adolescence, Caladral somehow managed to get himself into a gang war. This is probably what got him into becoming a rogue. This experience also made him into a dirty fighter, and he exploits his opponents weaknesses in combat. One of his influential associates at the time was a ghost that he spent much of his time speaking to, giving him invaluable insight on his own life. The ghost touched him, tainting Caladral a little bit with undead blodd, and making him even more resistant to mind affecting and compulsion effects. He had a friend, who as yet was an innocent who had never committed a crime. When his gang leader offered him money to corrupt his innocent friend, he took it, but his whole life he has secretly regretted it.

Caladral was in a few romantic relationships as he got older, and some of them were significant. But unfortunately, none of them budded into much. However, There was one girl that he grew especially attached to, and to this day she remains ever close to her heart; some may even call her his weakness.

Here is Krash4031's alias. I will now roll a random background for him.