Conri Warin's page

Real life is always gonna come first and I hope things settle for you. If you start back up I will happily play and hopefully be better about posting myself.

Yeah I'm thinking that is what happened.

If you need to take some time Jon that is more than reasonable. That is way to much work.

Marcus I do not remember an Owlbear guy but I have no clue what the GM changed before he stopped running. I may have just missed the name among noise of nine other players.

Sucking in a breath and letting it out slowly when Marcus pulls away from the group. Scouts are valuable but taxing on the nerves. Nodding to Annika, "Agreed."

I am ok with that!

Marcus I love that you have some NPC named Owlbear

slowly jumping back into posting and the random direction looks good to me

I got hurt at work and the medicine that the doctor gave me has made me really foggy. I still get to work which is good for my bills. But if need be bot me cause I have no idea how functional I will be.

Shrugging, "Maybe when things are a little calmer."

Never seen it so I will have to take your word for it. Not a bad idea with the knife. Bravo Marcus.

Player knows that but Conri was checking.

Holding out his hand, palm up, displaying a tattoo of Iomedae's symbol that fills most of his palm. Tilting his hand to the side, "Have at it then but don't cut the tattoo. Try the side please."

Once his hand is made to bleed he starts sharing, "I do not remember getting on the boat. I laid my mother to rest in the ground and then I woke up to the smell of the sea. Beyond that I think I am plagued by a mischievous spirit who greedily keeps my things in my pockets, my bag, or at least way from me. The first I shared with no one but the captain who brought me here and my commander who approved me leaving my post. Though he is in Lastwall. I only had a day to get back to the boat so he is long gone as well. While the other I only shared with my dead mother."

Offering Marcus a toothy grin, "Is that sufficient?"

Waking up with the sun but not bothering to move from his place on the ground. Slowly moving his head around and looking at the others on the ground. Smiling at Marcus's back when he starts cooking That's good.

Sitting up when Marcus decides to start talking. Slowly getting up and stretching before walking over having left his weapons with his things, "Just so you know if anyone here is one of those things then they know these secrets."

Crossing his arms, "Cause he bled just like a normal man from those arrows."

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

Opening one eye and sure enough the half elf is up. "Damn."

Standing up and looking around, "Where is it?"

Thanks for the heads up! Sorry I have been so iffy with posting. I am getting my scheduled sorted out, which is great. But since I almost have that in order my people decided to loss their minds. Murphy is my spirit animal.

Staying with the captain for a short time before beginning to pace. Trying to settle his emotions.

Staring at Gallidren and the captian, "Why?"

Pulling out his sword, "That is possible but would be weird."

Smiling at Annika, "The sentiment still stands. We cannot afford to lose even one person right now."

What are my options to help the captain? Also I cannot find the poison stuff you mentioned on the SRD. Might be due to the lack of sleep.

"Try not to die or get caught." Settling in next to the captain.

Wisdom: 1d20 ⇒ 6

Staying near the capitan but nodding, "Stay safe please."

Glancing at Annika, "Hadn't noticed in the mad dash."

I agree with Garrick on all points. Sorry for being slow, I am done moving and I have been having a lot of trouble sleeping.

I do just rolled really bad. Thus the assist. The dice gods do not love me.

I am mostly done moving so I should be back to normal posting.

Heal: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

Closing his eyes for a moment. Pressing his hands down to try and staunch the bleeding. A soft glow emanates from his palm.

Cure light wounds: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

I think my live table just fell apart. I may need a few days to get rid of the lingering anger, bitterness, and sadness I feel.

Running along side Janus, "Just a sec." Touching the captain on the back and there is a brief flash.

Casting stabilize on him.

I vote with Marcus

Drug stores should have those or try looking on line.

Groaning and rubbing his face, torn between the want to protect the masses and stopping the problem before it happens. I was not trained for the jungle, nor a damn boat. Opting to remain, better to stop the issue. If the captain thinks he can keep that many people safe then he can prove it.

Strapping his shield to one arm and grasping his longsword in the other before trailing behind Janus, "Mind if I hunker down next to you?"

"what is to stop them from destroying this vessel and leaving us stranded? They have us out numbered this way why would they follow is on to land?"

Standing quietly and watching the Captain with a frown before turning and walking towards his bunk. Going somewhere I don't want with some idiot I don't trust now. Iomedea what did I do wrong?

Nodding, "Marcus is right. We currently cannot take them by force. We just have to make them no want to deal with us."

Grinning at Donkor's sass, "Possibly we should or we could be inviting war with them. So far we have only slighted them and that has happened to them many times."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Crossing his arms and tilting his head to the side while looking the man up and down. "Most people would tell about their employer. About the company they are part of. That tends to be a large selling point. Like if you were a member of the Pathfinders, that would be a big selling point."

Uncrossing his arms and shrugging, "But you say nothing. You are not doing a very good job at convincing anyone."

Taking a few steps forward, "You wanna try all of that again?"

Grinning at the human man in a way that shows off all of his teeth, "Maybe start with who you work for and then why we should entertain this possible business venture. Cause the sea is dangerous and your ships could fall to so that is not the best selling point."

Computer is down for awhile and posting is difficult from phone. I can try but bot me if need be

Grinning over at Gallidren, "Depends on the kind of business they do."

Throwing himself into any task he can over the next to days along with trying to figure out where they are going. Azlant! Inheritor why am I here? Was I on the wrong path Many times, when he has no task, Conri can be found staring at the tattoos on his hands or just staring up at the sky.

There is an odd pleasure to be found that there is another half-orc here and that no one seems to be waiting for him to snap. Content to sit in silence with Kahurangi during the night, unless the strange man want to talk.

Local: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19

Red sails can't be a good sign. Twisting his head and looking out to see the ship.

It was adorable :)

Cool with either option.

Shifting on his feet before answering and not able to keep the bitterness from his voice, "Not something I was part of actually. To many issues with my lineage among some of my peers. I was bound for the World Wound but I had to bury my mother in Absalom."

Wish that had been an option. Tilting his head to the side and glancing back and forth between Kahurangi and Chief Rongo, "Can't say I have ever heard of that before but you have him back and that is what matters. It is an honor to met the both of you."

Turning to the half elf, "You as well." Did I speak with any of them before? hmm, I suppose I could claim a blow to the head. "I am Conri Warin and I hale from Lastwall."

Raising an eyebrow at Kahurangi, "Grandfather?"

Pulling his eyes from the sight of a body dropping into the sea and glancing back, "I can keep watch at night if you need more eyes.
Or whenever it is felt that I can help."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

Settlements? Where the hell am I? Of the concern that people would toss him off the ship or think him a fool keeps Conri from asking. Trying to shake off the confusion Conri moves to help toss the beasts back from whence they came. Flinching at the brand on his hand when he grabs the first body. Does it count as defection if you wake up on a strange ship?

Keeping his arm crossed and leaning against the wall. Nothing is going to come of this.

Sorry for the silence.

Preoccupied with tending to the wounded but as the conversation begins Conri is left just staring at the flying beaver duck. Pointing at it, "So everyone sees that? Good, I am not mad."

Nodding, "Of course." Reaching out to the injured man and calling to the small divine spark the rests inside of him, "You dropped me here so help."

cure lt wounds: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Which was my damage?

Glaring at the creature with his blood on its lips. Waiting a breath to let the rainbow blast past him before raising his long sword.

longsword+ power att: 1d20 + 4 - 1 ⇒ (1) + 4 - 1 = 4 F~$%ing Hell!!!
damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Sorry the website has been being mean to me. Between logging me out and just being down I am having trouble posting. Though you are always welcome to bot me if need be.

Taking a moment to mutter under his breath, a quick flash of light moves from his hand under his armor.

cure lt wounds: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9 I think that brings me back to full

Never losing his wide grin as he looks around and sees no living sea beasts. Quick strides take him to the opening to the cargo hold and jumping down.

I am cool with that. Totally fair.

Ok, my panic is over and I should be able to get back into the swing of things.

Life just got a little chaotic. So bot me if I do not post.