Corwin Corke's page

My fellow gamers/adventurers: I hate to have to say this, but I think I’m gonna have to bow out of my PBP games. We all know how real life can rear its ugly head, and I’m just not finding the time to work on my online hobby these days. I can barely keep up with reading posts, let alone posting any actions on my own, and I’d rather not limp along in some half-ass fashion without being able to give the time and energy that these games and our characters deserve. I wish you all the best and thank you for including me in your stories. -Rob

Corwin lifts the man off his feet by the scruff of his neck and shakes him a bit. "Where's what? What else are you hiding?"
intim: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (7) + 13 = 20

Corwin breaks into a run to catch up with Lark.
fort: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16

hey guys, I'll be travelling for the next few days. Apologies. Please bot me as needed.

sorry, overloaded at work
Corwin continues to watch the sylph's work above. He points out to Lark where he was headed so that the captain can attempt to rendezvous with Kahuranga as quickly as possible.
His face grows somewhat pale as Lark makes for the rafters. Grumbling about not being able to guarantee his safety, Corwin steps out of their box and tries to figure out the best way to get up towards the lights from where he's at.

See?! This is why I'm always armed. You just never know, do you?
Fortunately, since they're in a crowded place, Corwin keeps himself from exclaiming this out loud. As the captain darts out the back, Corwin keeps his eyes on Kahuranga, waiting to see if there's anything he can do to help.

perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16
Corwin tries to follow Lark's pointing finger, but decides he'll just have to trust that the captain saw what he saw. "That's a hell of a jump. And I'm not sure those curtains would hold my weight. Maybe yours," he says to Lark. "I recommend Kahuranga fly up and get a closer look. We don't want to cause a scene if it turns out this is actually part of the show." He suspects it isn't, but he's not been to many operas.

Corwin felt much more at home with the Iomedeans that the "witch." Creepy old fart. Still the old man had given them some information. He hoped it was accurate. Fortunately, he doesn't really have to put on too many airs with the pious. Still, best to put on a polite face.
bluff to seem more than a sellsword: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19
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Despite his exterior, Corwin is really excited about the show. It's one thing to go to the opera. It's another to know some of the performers. And he's happy as a lark that the tiefling girl is gonna blow them all away.

Corwin nods his appreciation to the tailor, and apologizes for being a might difficult. "I'm not PLANNING anything, of course. I just like to be, you know, ready."

in my head, I see the scene from Emperor's New Groove where Kronk is warning the tailor, "I'm kinda hard to fit, I wear a 66 long and a 31 waist"
Corwin turns down several outfits arguing that "There's just no room to MOVE in a get up like that, let alone fight." Finally, they find something that he consents to, with a bit more room than is strictly necessary, but that doesn't look like a mu-mu.

heck yeah Ill take one. It'll be super scary to see these plague mask wearing pirates

Corwin isn't the biggest fan of opera, but he is a stickler about supporting the crew to maintain group cohesiveness. "Box sounds good, Cap'n. I'd rather not deal with tryin' to squeeze in with the crowd."
It also provides a more optimal tactical position should anything go awry.
As they walk towards the market, he comments, "Yeah, I think I'm gonna need some decent threads for this shindig. I'm more of a practical man. Perhaps you could help me pick out an outfit."

you make a good point. Corwin does not have fancy clothes. A small shopping trip may be in order

still enjoying the game, having some of the back to school difficulty, hoping to kill some undead, and looking forward to the opera

I'm still here, tho it has been a busy week
"That mist sounds pretty dangerous, if it's actually the cause. Might be it just conceals whatever's inside it. Wonder if one of them plague-doctor's masks might help? Or if you," he says addressing Kahuranga "could sustain blowing it away from a group?"

I must have really read that wrong. Thanks for the assists! With that total, I'm picturing them doing the Reservoir Dogs slow walk.

so it's a DC19 check to increase infamy, is that right?
intimidate: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (13) + 13 = 26
Wherever they head off to, Corwin makes sure to clear the way. "Shove over! Captain Greenwood coming through, not one of yer pansy captains. Besmara's Whim's the real deal."

not sure if it's fun, but it is interesting. There are these wooden frames with dowels that let you twist the fibers to make cords, and twist the cords together to make rope. Some of them are fancier than others, having a system of pulleys and such, but the simple ones are sufficient.

It's pretty hard for Corwin to keep a smirk off his face the whole time. He appreciates security, but officious twits kinda get to him. Though he's pretty sure each of them are capable, given their job, the only one who impresses him by his attitude is the male guard, whom he gives a nod to. He answers their questions because that's what is required.

When Threnody sings, he laughs a little at the lady questioning her. "She's got a sweet set of pipes, don't she?" He smiles adding, "I bet it's cause of them horns," and steps back laughing.

Fort: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27
Corwin takes the red mist in stride, knocking a few heads together when people start shirking their duties because of hunger. "Happy to give you all the knuckle sandwiches you can eat," he growls as he pushes a few of the crew back to their jobs. It doesn't help that Thren and Lark join in, but he's not about to question them.

He does take an interest in the bounties, but only casual. We might not even get to stay here for very long, depending on how strict they are with that Chel thing. "They don't want any Chels in town, but they're happy to have a Chelish opera, huh? Sounds like someone has some issues."

"Always leave 'em wanting more, eh Thren?"

Back on the ship, Corwin is disappointed to see 3 men down. Maybe I've been too lax with 'em? he wonders.
prof:soldier: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

Corwin wipes some blood off his mouth. He's not really sure if it's his or someone else's. He shrugs. "Captain, as much fun as that was, I think I'm ready for a drink." He really wants to push his luck here, but is trying to work on self-control. Besides, ya never know when "the house" will decide he's won too much.

I have to do one more bout of travelling. This will probably be it for a while though. Looks like Tues thru Sunday. Will do my best to check in as I can, but no guarantees. Apologies in advance

Corwin is happy to leave the terms of the fights to Lark and Thren. He may not be the best at "wrasslin'" that's the way he says it, but he ain't no slouch. it helps that he can use his martial flexibility to adapt to particular situations
He nods at the first opponent. "Hope you don't take this personally."

ack, somehow the discussion didn't show up for me! I'll go ahead and post the actual dicey part here
me: 3d3 ⇒ (3, 1, 3) = 7 them: 3d3 ⇒ (1, 2, 3) = 6

"Now that's what I'm talking about. Good ole fashioned kickin' ass for money." He gives what may be the biggest smile you've seen out of him yet.

Corwin grins at Lark's suggestion. "That sounds like a fine idea, Captain." he says cracking his neck from side to side. "Be nice to get a little exercise."
He'll be happy to sign up for a one on one vs. people, with or without weapons (as long as they aren't to the death). He'd even fight a monster if he got to use at least a big club, if not his sword. But animals are different. He won't fight an animal unless he has no choice. "You have to draw the line somewhere."

quick heads up: I will be travelling for the next few days (Thurs-Sun). I may or may not have internet access. Apologies in advance

Corwin was really hoping he didn't need to tackle the big guy. Owlbear was strong as a horse and not nearly so bright.

"An arena, eh?" Corwin is terrible at gambling; just a whole lot of bad luck. But fighting? There's something he isn't to shabby at. "Might be I can make a little coin while we're there." Mostly he's just talking to himself. He clears his throat as he gets back to business-mode. "Good idea, Threnody."

prof:soldier: 1d20 + 6 - 2 ⇒ (18) + 6 - 2 = 22
Although the near-death experience leaves him a bit shaky, Corwin pushes through the discomfort. He'll be damned if he lets his crew see him complain. Still, the notion of a few hours shore leave is awfully tempting. "I may need someone to keep me from gambling too much," he says with a smile, "but I'd be glad to have some R and R, especially after the other night."

oof, best of luck Emberar

work(soldier): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
STORM(sailor): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18 damn, if anyone knows of a combat feat that adds to your sailing roll, let me know :)

Prof:Soldier(old work check): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
Prof:Soldier(new work check): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
Corwin's a bit distracted on the island, but a bit more relaxed once they're back at sea.

those were my work checks right? soldier and intimidate?

lol, I'm an archaeologist with a background in paleoecology and paleoethnobotany

"Captain, we need to have a talk about this rear entrance. The front door is fantastically well protected. I guess you know that. But this... this is gonna cause problems. If not now, then soon. We need a plan. Fortifications, a watch-tower, active guards, something."
aside from that, ready to move on

Corwin takes his time examining the home base. "Not bad. Got some good defensive stations, access to resources... not bad at all."
prof:soldier: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20 (to look for any areas that need to be beefed up)
In the meantime, he continues to work on whatever crew wishes to stay aboard. He's not really looking to make enemies, or friends, so much as people he can count on in a scrape. If anyone needs convincing, he's happy to help. intimidation: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (4) + 13 = 17 That's about as social as he gets.

Lathiira, are you into botany?

if anyone would like to make a suggestion as to what Corwin could help out with, I'll take it!

heads up: I'm travelling over the next few days. I SHOULD still have some access, but will have limited opportunities to post. Please BOT me if needed.
I'll try to get a post in tomorrow. Didn't have a chance today

Corwin doesn't mind the half-elf taking his hand. And he appreciates the healing. But he doesn't really do prayer. He's not rude, per se, just non-participatory in that kind of thing. He nods his thanks as his wounds seal up and gives him a friendly shoulder-chuck. "It appears," he says to everyone and no one, "we may need to work a bit on tactics, like not rushing headlong into danger when there's someone else there to help take the hits for you." He smiles at Lark and Thren and goes back to doing his work aboard the ship.
In fact, he spends much of that week trying to drill the crew in group tactics. "We're gonna learn about teamwork, people. Knowing your assets and your limitations."
prof:soldier: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
prof:soldier: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18
prof:soldier: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23
prof:soldier: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
prof:soldier: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
prof:soldier: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
prof:soldier: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
The crew's a little reticent at first, but after he shows them how much more effective a team can be versus a horde of self-serving individuals, they start to fall in line a little better.

"Thanks for the hand. I appreciate the armor in combat, but it does make some actions a little unwieldy." When someone has a chance, he'll ask for a quick heal. No need to tempt the sharks any more than needs be.

"I agree. Those eggs have got to go. I don't mind scramblin' them if ya need me to," Corwin says, feeling the heft of one of the tridents.
if nobody minds, he might play around with one of the +1 tridents for a while, at least until we can get somewhere where we can sell them

"Sunstruck, get yer ass over here," Corwin bellows as he kneels down next to his injured comrades. He picks the torch up off the floor before it sets the whole damn place alight, and stomps out any of the embers that may have spread.

haste attack from last round- @the same one he was attacking
sword: 1d20 + 15 - 2 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 15 - 2 + 1 + 2 = 35 dam: 2d6 + 20 + 2 ⇒ (3, 2) + 20 + 2 = 27 crit?: 1d20 + 15 - 2 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 15 - 2 + 1 + 2 = 18 dam: 2d6 + 20 + 2 ⇒ (3, 5) + 20 + 2 = 30
Now will multiple foes, and both of his employers down, Corwin is pretty pissed. @same one unless it has dropped
sword,PA,FF: 1d20 + 15 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 15 + 1 = 29 dam: 2d6 + 17 ⇒ (4, 3) + 17 = 24
sword,PA: 1d20 + 10 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 10 - 2 + 1 = 18 dam: 2d6 + 20 ⇒ (5, 6) + 20 = 31
haste,PA: 1d20 + 15 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 15 - 2 + 1 = 16 dam: 2d6 + 20 ⇒ (2, 5) + 20 = 27

doh! I forgot the haste!! Don't let Corwin forget about haste!!

ah, you beat me to the will save GM! I'll take it
As he struggles to overcome the spell, Corwin can't quite stop the attack on the captain. His eyes fill with anger. Not about to let someone take out a man under my protection! With his body now responding again, and the feeble light of a sputtering torch, he brings his sword up to slash at the creature.
sword,PA: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (14) + 15 = 29 dam: 2d6 + 17 ⇒ (6, 5) + 17 = 28
sword,PA: 1d20 + 10 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 10 - 2 = 12 dam: 2d6 + 20 ⇒ (4, 3) + 20 = 27

All Corwin can do (at the moment) is mentally sigh. Gods, I hate enemy spellcasters.

Corwin slowly takes a step forward hoping that someone will illuminate the place soon.