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Chelk steps smartly into the vacated flanking position and brings his longsword to bear on the armoured spirit.

longsword: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (11) + 13 = 24
damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

"Any of that healing magic going round?" he calls out to no-one in particular. "Doesn't that hurt these undead spirit chappies?"

Chelk strides acros the courtyard, past the improvised podiun, to where Rasvelg and Neffery are tag-teaming the other walking horror.

"Sorry to be late to the party, what?" he pants as he arrives. "Now let'ss see what we can do about this gatecrasher."

Double move

:{( so it is. Longstrider too.

Note to self: buy potions of expeditious retreat *sigh*

Chelk is momentarily torn between helping Master Remmy, joining the melee on the other side of the courtyard, or heading into the museum. However, the scream settles it, and he hustles towards the soundu as quickly as his heavy armour will allow.

Double move

Chelk, did you not take the Blood Music either? It doesn't look like it from your last post, yet it would be hard for you, in particular, to go wrong with it....

It’s +2 Str, right? I added that as +1 to attack and damage. Chelk is a tank - but he can’t dish out much damage.

Chelk shoulders his way through the crowd, moving to stand near Kita, shield held high, and takes a swing at the haunted armour. "You will not defile these relics of heroes, foul spirit!" he spits.

Longsword: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26
Damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

Bullrush: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

"Enough - a damsel is in distress - COMING THROUGH!" roars Chelk, turning to brute force where sweet words have failed him. He raises his shield and attempts to force his way through the crowd.

"For Taldor!" bellows Chelk, raising his shield, "For the Lion Throne! The Earl has unleashed the Whispering Tyrant's fiends upon us. CLEAR THE WAY!"

Intimidte (+1 vs Commoner): 1d20 ⇒ 2

Diplomacy AA: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17

Chelk will attempt to Aid. He has a normal -1, but +1 from his Noble-In-Exile trait, and +2 from his Harrow Card.

"Enough of the foreign!" blurts out Chelk, angrily. "I'm as loyal a subject of the Lion Throne as any one here, and so is Lady Segray! And if you want to invoke the memory of the crusades, then remember that it was brave folks from many lands that swore their loyalty to the Taldan cause, and they bled and died just the same! So I won't hear 'foreign' used as an insult by anyone who claims the legacy of brave Arnisant and his warriors. For shame!"

Chelk leaves the flowery words to those who are better at them, scanning the crowd for threats, wondering where the earl's guards are, and trying to position himself between them and the party.

Perception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (7) - 1 = 6

In case he should be called upon to speak, however, he reaches into a pocket, fingering an old worn Harrow card he keeps there.

If he needs to speak, Chelk will use his Suit of Crowns boon from Portent's Peril. This grants a +2 bonus on Charisma checks when addressing figures of authority

"Not stupid, Sir Kita, but arrogant, entitled and with the absolute self-belief of the cad, certainly. We can be off to the magistrate and see what can be done to bring him down a peg or two, what?"

"Morning old man" booms Chelk, altogether unnecessarily loudly, slapping Kita on the shoulder. "Think we've earned ourselves the heartiest of breakfasts, what? We have proof that the earl is involved in corruption with the mimlitary and we have proof that he is involved, at the very least, with the smugglers, who just happen to be ex-military. All very satisfactory. We can meet with the magistrate this morning, and hopefully it should all be out of our hands in time for coctails later."

"Now now...gave our word, and a gentleman's...or lady's... word is their bond. We have evidence of smuggling, and we have the helm, which ties directly to the Earl. Think we've done a good job here, what? Don't think these chaps will give us any more trouble, although Miss Hypatia may have to haunt the canals on her own for a while..."

Chelk helps to secure the captives, and get them back up to the bridge, where he attempts to summon a member of the watch.

“You tell us eveything you know... everything, mind... and we’ll be sure to mention to the magistrate your willingnes to co-operate and turn Kings Evidence.” promises Chelk. “She, in turn, may well conclude that what youhave been involved in amounts to smuggling, which entails a few years servitude, rather than piracy, which entails a quick jig at the end of a rope.”

Perception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (18) - 1 = 17

"Indeed," comments Chelk, with only half an eye on the woman, the rest of his attention on Hypatia, "your fence has access to some very interesting equipment. Kindly toss your helm to one of my colleagues, and we can discuss the terms of your surrender."

"Call off your hellish beast!" demands Chelk, his guard still up, not trusting the hippypolymouse one bit.

"Err...down Fido. Good..er... boy" calls out Chelk, still discombobulated by the strange creature. Spotting what he thinks is an opening, he lunges forward again.

Longsword: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 11 = 15
Damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

"Inheritor's Blade!" swearsChelk, confronted by the strange beast. "It's one of those hippypolymouse things from Osirion!...Back, foul creature!"

He lunges for it with his blade.

Longsword: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17
Damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Chelk will usse his Missile Shield feat to negate the next arrow that would hit him

Keeping the momentum of his charge, Chelk continues forward, out of the tunnel and onto the sandy base at the bridge support.

If he can see anyone on the ship, he calles out "Now, surrender in the lawful name of the Lion Throne!"

"We're stuck in here like a cork in a bottle." roars Chelk. "Clear the way!"

With his shield braced firmly in front of him he charges forward, attempting to push back the earth creature and free up some space.

Bullrush: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26

Likewise, Chelk can do little except ready his shield and blade and wait to respond to events.

Happy to start at 32

We had a night's rest, so he would have healed 4hp naturally. One doesn't like to make too much of a fuss, you know...

Many apologies - I was called away from home suddenly late on Sunday night because of an illness in the family, and have only just returned home. I am catching up now.

Chelk follows along, peering around, aware that he isn’t much good at this sort of thing.

Chelk looks around while he readies his shield. "Never hurts to have a noble crest on display in Taldor" he chuckles, nodding towards the shield with its intricate design. "Even if no-one round here will recognize it"

He peers into the gloom.

Perception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1

He can barely see his own feet.

”Good man” mumurs Chelk to Uzziah as the watchman walks away. ”Still think we are rushing in to this blind somewhat, but best catch up with the others, what? Good luck up here, old man.”

With that, he clambers somewhat nimbly for someone in full armour,down the rope.

climb: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

Chelk has taken the opportunity to don his full armour, and his shield is slung over his back, although he tries to avoid attention by erapping himself in a voluminous cloak.

I think the Earl is currently whipping his nightwatchman, and has a fairly good idea that we're onto him. If we're going to tie him to the smugglers, we need some good evidence. Seems a bit late to worry about getting involved now.

I say we get deputized, and go back to the bridge after dark. If there are smugglers using the canals/tunnels then they won't be unloading in daylight. Did the shipwright guy say anything useful? Can someone suitable (Remmy?) spend the day asking around about where a good place to encounter the smugglers might be?

Is it tunnels? I thought it was a bridge over a canal?

2.

Chelk's mustache wobbles from side to side as he chews his breakfast.
"We have evidence that suggests the Earl have corrupted officers in the navy. Now we need evidence that he has done so to close the deal. If we can tie the piracy to the Earl, and the piracy to his contacts in the navy, then we have all the evidence we need, what? The magistrate seems a good sort - I'm sure she can take it from there."

He finishes his plate and pats his mouth with a cloth. "Thing is - we need to move quickly. By now the Earl will know we've been to his office. He'll be changing his plans. But stuff already in motion won't be able to be changed."

“Well, it has been quite the pleasure,” drawls Chelk as he tips the generous remainder of his flask into the nightwatchman’s cup and winks. ”Must remember to mention to the Earl what a diligent and obliging employee he has looking after his interests. Shouldn’t be surprised is there was a wage increase heading your way shortly, what?”

With a final half salute, he gets ready to follow the others out.

Bluff and Diplomacy are identical. Call it Dyplomacy.

1d20 - 1 ⇒ (16) - 1 = 15

Chelk pours another slug into the watchman’s cup, and waves for the man to sit. ”You misunderstand sir, The lady is still sore about the loss of her jewel. You know how women are - an innocent word, a gesture... sometimes who knows what sets them off. You think you do something perfectly innocent and suddenly she’s in a rage. Still, let us drink to the lovely, mysterious creatures...

diplomacy: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (17) - 1 = 16

Chelk tries to calm things down. "Come, good sir," he says, plucking mini balista bolts from his shoulder, "it seems that my young companion here has got himself into mischief, and caused a little trouble. Don't worry on his behalf, he looks fine. What a story we will have to tell the Earl later, haha what? We are sorry to have caused you such commotion - perhaps, um.."

He pats at his belt for a moment, before coming up with a hipflask. "A little snifter to ward off the cold on these long nights, perhaps? Settle our nerves while our young friends finish the business they came for

He brightens. "Perhaps we can raise a toast to General Arnisant, who died so long ago back in thirty-eight twenty-seven, you know, three eight two seven, perhaps."

He drapes an arm around the half-orc and attempts to lead him back to the other room.

”Damned thing! grunts Chelk as he steps up and brings his blade down once more.

longsword: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (7) + 11 = 18
damage: 1d8 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

yes, that is all factored in

GM please note that without his armour and shield, Chelk is only AC14.

Chelk moves over to the other floating ship. Realizing he needs tp distract it from his comrades, he attempts to taunt it, something he has never been terribly good at.

”Er, avast, ye scurvy garbage scow. Hove, er, to, afore I splice yer mainbrace off!”

Sighing, he bring his blade to bear..

longsword: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (10) + 11 = 21
damage: 1d8 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

Chelk swings his blade in a low arc over Remmy's head

longsword: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (18) + 11 = 29
damage: 1d8 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

I've known dragons with fewer hitpoints than these model ships! Presumably they must have some sort of hardness.

Chelk strides forward, sword in hand. Absent his usual shield, he grips the weapon two handed and brings it crashing down on the floating ship.

longsword: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28
damage: 1d8 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

If this destroys the target he will then move to stand next to his fallen comrade, otherwise he'll stay where he is covering Remmy's retreat.

OK, sorry, missed that. Just as well with that roll really.

Still counting on his fingers, Chelk starts as he hears the call for help. He wavers, evidently torn between maintaining the charade and helping his comrades, before cursing in a most ungentlemanly manner and moving to the door to the back room and flinging it open, drawing his sword as he goes.

Perception check to hear the rat's squeak

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2