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Dragos looks down at his feet as Setare berates him. "That's what I told ye back on the island she marooned us on, that's why we left to chase her down. The captain gave me this," Dragos pulls out her wedding ring "As collateral. Fer what it be worth, I believe her. Jack's also right though, even if we believe her, it don't make what she did any less forgivable, and with me soft heart, I played right into it." Dragos sighs.

"Me girl's old man is right. Only fair she get what she gave. Problem is, that means we be leaving someone behind who might chase us down later fer revenge after she's stewed long enough to build up the hate in her heart, and I ain't about ta be lookin over me shoulder. I say put her in the brig, and drop her off at the closest port. Enough coins she won't have ta beg."

Dragos turns to Jack finally after saying his piece. "I don't deserve ta be able ta follow ye after I let the Captain pull one over on me. But the coin from this could set us up real good fer our own ship. Me and me girl, and her old man could sail with ye, and ye know I learned my lesson here. Whaddya say?"

Dragos keeps his mouth shut at this point. He knows his part in allowing this deception to happen, and figures that speaking up might make things worse.

However, he does not put his whip away, holding it out and hanging by his side

Thanks GM Starson! I loved it, I'm so glad I got to participate! Thanks for everything!

Doing all he can do for his friend now, Dragos tries to slowly work his way around the mind controlling mollusk. He lashes his whip out, hoping to hit one of the softer spots opened by his companion's blades.

Attack: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (17) + 16 = 33 No flank this time, all other bonuses active
for Damage: 1d8 + 12 + 2d6 ⇒ (3) + 12 + (6, 6) = 27
self harm: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Edit: Still have a swift action, better heal myself.

Starting to really feel the sting of the salt spray on his mounting cuts and wounds, Dragos wills them closed with the fervor of his faith.
self heal: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 3) = 5

Jack can handle it. Me girl and her boy can handle it. Setare needs... something...

Dragos watches redclaw crumble to the deck with a satisfying thud and runs around behind the crowd in front of the oversized sushi. He steps in behind Setare and reaches a hand out to touch her shoulder.

"Blessings of Besmara be with you!" he says to her.

Not sure of the reach of this thing, but just in case I will roll an acrobatics check to try to avoid provoking an AoO. In either case, I move behind Setare and use my War Mind Blessing on Setare. She can now choose one of the following 4 bonuses at the beginning of every round for the next 10 rounds - +10 feet to base land speed, +1 dodge bonus to AC, +1 insight bonus on attack rolls, or a +1 luck bonus on saving throws.

Acrobatics to avoid AoO, just in case. DC = Clam CMD+10: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

"GET THAT THING OUT OF HER!" Dragos shouts, the urgency clear in his voice. His arm reels back as his mind focuses on the tactical situation in front of him. Jack is still standing, and the puppet is between himself and his shipmate.

Perfect opportunity.

"Kill that damn clam!" he shouts again, as if anyone else needed to be told what to do.

Dragos sends his whip out again at the puppet, hoping he can occupy it long enough for Jack and the others to take it out.

Using the war mind blessing on myself for a +1 insight bonus on attacks, plus all the other bonuses still active. Socraties never posted, but I am still going to assume IC is active.

Attack: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (16) + 18 = 34
for Damage: 1d8 + 12 + 2d6 ⇒ (3) + 12 + (4, 4) = 23
vicious self harm: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Summary: 5' step back to make sure I am flanking the mechanical arm chick with Jack - Swift action to activate War Mind on myself - Attack, hit AC 34 for 23 damage.

Dragos cringes when it is Jack who get stuck and not himself. He quicksteps onto the deck of the ship, trying to get around to flank the mind-controlled captain.

"I can't get around, step to her side Jack!" Dragos shouts.

Jack, you can 5' step to flank with me if you need to.

"Aye Besmara, I'll pay ye in blood if ye help me now..." the pirate smiles. His weapon tingles with energy suddenly, causing pricks of pain to radiate through his palm, and Dragos knows that his goddess is with him.

With a thunderous crack, Dragos snaps his whip forward.

Attack: 1d20 + 11 + 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 11 + 2 + 2 + 2 = 24 for
Damage w/vicious: 1d8 + 6 + 2 + 2 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (8) + 6 + 2 + 2 + 2 + (3, 4) = 27
self harm: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Add vicious enchant with the sacred weapon ability, still have weapon of awe and divine favor active, post assumes +2 from inspire courage, as well as a +2 for flanking with Jack.

Blood oozes from Dragos nose as the whip does it's damage. "Besmara be praised." he says through gritted teeth.

She's gonna stick me first... Dragos assumes, knowing he has overextended himself past his companions.

Expecting that an attack is coming, Dragos reaches into one of his bandoliers and pulls out a potion, popping the cork and drinking it down.

Hope that's enough! he grins and waits for the captain to appear with her blade in his side.

Draw and drink a potion of barkskin +2. AC is now 26 regular, 21 flat footed.

Expecting the shot, but not expecting it to come so quick, the wily old pirate is taken off guard. He recovers quick enough though and snaps his whip forward, arcing the leather towards the barrel of the pistol. He folds his wrist, trying to time it perfectly to spin the end of the leather thong tightly around the weapon, and yank it out of the captain's hand.

Disarm Attempt w/ divine favor: 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 11 + 2 = 33

Dragos is rewarded with a perfect snap and pull. The grin on his face is unquenchable.

"I'm thinking this be a bit like what we saw on Creed, just more advanced. There got ta be a brain around here somewhere..." Dragos flicks his whip as he scans the room, ceiling and walls.

"Might be in tha ship, and the captain be it's new guard dog. She can't rightly face justice when she ain't got control o her own mind. I expect she'll fight back when we get close enough. Let's see if I can do somethin about that pistol..."

Dragos calls upon his goddess, asking for the most divine of favors, then advances carefully towards the woman, expecting her to fire off a shot when he gets close enough. As soon as he closes in on the outer range of his whip, he coils his arm back, ready to flick the end at the firearm.

So casting divine favor then I would like to get to 15' away and attempt to disarm the captain of her pistol. Not sure at what point that sparks initiative, so let me know!

"This black taint is everywhere in this cavern, looks maybe like it might've gotten the captain too. Careful, she's a keen shot with that pistol. Even still, methinks whatever that black coral is be the bigger threat. All the gold in the world won't matter if ye lose yer mind afore you can spend it." Dragos warns as he moves toward the tattered rope bridge.

"We ain't far now..." Dragos predicts, taking a blade out to make sure the creatures are all dead, and stay that way.

He double checks his work in tracking the Captain's tracks and sets off to follow them.

AoO: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (8) + 13 = 21 for weapon of awe plus shock and IC: 1d8 + 10 + 1d6 ⇒ (6) + 10 + (2) = 18

Drago's whip cracks again, the smell of ozone permeating the air with each thunderous retort. Pressing his advantage, the leather thong thunders through the air again.

Attack: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (10) + 13 = 23 for weapon of awe plus shock and IC: 1d8 + 10 + 1d6 ⇒ (4) + 10 + (5) = 19

Ok, so having lots of AoOs seems fun, but only having 1 attack right now feels... slow. Eek! Oh well, he is still fun so far!

Dragos pulls the business end of his whip back and invokes the name of his goddess. She answers his call, sending the power of lightning into his sacred weapon. With a thunderous crack, Dragos attacks the shellfish, not keen to get any of the clearly mind-controlling goop on himself.

Attack: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 11 = 15 for Weapon of Awe plus shock damage: 1d8 + 8 + 1d6 ⇒ (2) + 8 + (6) = 16

GM - Just noticed something as I look at the map. Dragos has Combat Reflexes, which allows him a bunch of extra AoOs, and the ability to take them even when flat-footed. With his whip (which he threatens with thanks to Improved Whip Mastery) he has a 15' reach, so anything coming into melee with him will certainly provoke. It looks like both of the creatures that attacked Setare must have come through that. I'll roll for my attacks here and you can adjudicate as necessary.

As the strange, seemingly mind-controlling shellfish approach, Dragos whip cracks impossibly fast.

AoO #1: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26 for Weapon of Awe: 1d8 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

AoO #2: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28 for Weapon of Awe: 1d8 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

I'm a dufus... I should be able to take 10 on this right?

"Watch that spot there..." Dragos comments, holding his side. He approaches the narrow passage a little more carefully this time, relying on his natural dexterity to ease himself past.

Escape Artist Take 10: 10 + 5 = 15

"This isn't the same black stuff that was all over creed, was it?" Dragos asks as he inspects the growth and the size of the passageway they have to squeeze through.

Confident in his ability to heal himself, Dragos bends and contorts to try to shimmy through the opening.

Escape Artist: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2

"Yikes! That stings..." he frowns as he leaves a trail of red, the salt in the air stinging the cuts.

Aaaand I'm Back!

From Outer Space!

You just walked in to find me here with that dumb look upon my face...

You should have changed that stupid lock you should have made me leave my key if you'd.....

/cast glitter dust

GAAAA MY EYES

Hey guys, glad to be back :) Let's finish this baby off!

While the sneakiest of the crew begins to sneak, Dragos murmurs another prayer to the pirate queen. He blinks his eyes while everything turns an imperceptible shade of dark blue, and all things magical begin to glow.

Cast detect magic, starting with the pool that is suspiciously like a scrying pool.

Whew...

Kinda glad the game hasn't moved much. Im on vacation and wasnt anticipating not having internet OR phone signal at all. Im at a rare wifi hotspot right now.

Ill keep checking the thread when i can, but cant be back to reliable posting until this weekend. Cheers everyone!

"Hold just a bit..." Dragos asks, already in the throes of some simple spellcasting.

Casting weapon of awe and shield of faith - both of which will last for 6 minutes.

Confident he has identified the tracks of what should be the only person left to follow, thanks to Socraties tracking powder, Dragos points down the tunnel, keeping his eyes peeled for any nasty surprises or hidden doors.

[ooc]Let's just do a constant take 10 on perception if that is ok while we head down the tunnels - gives me a steady 23.

Dragos nods his agreement with his phantasmal daughter in regards to the importance of the ichor, or whatever it might have been that set the man's mind on a crazy tilt.

"Mighta just hated us all along." Dragos adds, not believing the words he just said for a second.

As Socraties works on understanding what happened to Creed, Dragos looks around to confirm that they are still following the tracks of their wayward captain, who would seem to be all alone at this point.

Survival w/ tracking dust bonus: 1d20 + 7 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 7 + 10 = 30

Seeing his companions easily overwhelm the former crewmate, Dragos takes the time to look down at his wrist and whip, wondering how in the world that actually worked, and why it felt so awkward. Eventually he shrugs his shoulders, flexes his wrists and wriggles his fingers, prepared to strike again if needed.

sorry i forgot to post yesterday! It was a hectic day...

You should get that looked at Creed. Dragos chimes in, uncoiling his whip.

Somenn aint right here. Creed aint dumb enough to try n take us all with out help. Maybe try not ta hurt 'im to bad... Dragos adds as he eyes the hissing alchemist's leg.

Trip attempt: 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 11 + 2 = 14

Dragos folds his arms as Jaspin absorbs the words of his companions. "We can always just tie ye up and leave ye here if'n ya don't want ta walk back alone. What they're sayin is, yer not comin with us."

"Now if we wanna move this, we just need some leverage, right? Lemme look..." Dragos begins pacing through the room, moving detrius and inspecting the sturdiness of a few objects when he sees the proverbial light bulb go off in Socratie's mind.

"Or... That looks easier." he chuckles.

Read the spoiler due to Socraties check, assumed he might share.

The old pirate reaches up and presses a finger into each eye of the... tr-eye-clops just the way that the elf describes.

Dragos looks over at the ghostly version of his daughter as she recovers from the beating the monster delivered.

"You going ta be... ok?" he asks. It's clear this return from the dead, still dead but not gone thing is a struggle for the old pirate to understand.

"Nice work! We should be searchin fer clues quick like. They come down here fer a reason, and bandage boy chased em off. The captain knows where she is going fer sure, I aint thinkin they came here by accident. We can't let them get too far ahead of us."

Dragos begins to look around the room for anything that stands out, or conversely, is clearly missing.

Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (13) + 13 = 26

I think you are right Socraties. I had a busy weekend (ran a half ironman triathlon) and missed that it was my turn. Sorry guys!

Dragos kicks away the wayward strap that was tangled around his boot for some strange reason and starts to hightail it to catch up to his companions as they confront the mummified monster.

"Besmara bless your servant, make 'em see double." He murmurs as he closes on the corner. Suddenly a second Dragos appears right next to the real Dragos, mimicking all of his movements.

Or perhaps the real Dragos appeared next to what has been a fake this whole time?

Move forward, use blessing to create a double (mirror image rules, but only 1 image)

Dragos tries to keep a straight face before betraying his thoughts with a grin. "I knew we had something else in common. A completionist to the core!" he chortles before nodding his agreement with the elf.

"To the right then? Let's see if we can't find out exactly what happened that lead to the death of this giant."

No worries GM! Enjoy!

"Might be this giant gave the three a bit more trouble than we thought. One of 'em might be hurt still, though I expect they have some magical healing on them. Let's follow left..." Dragos suggests after explaining what all the tracks seem to mean, thanks to the magical tracking dust.

Heal untrained: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

"That giant looks pretty dead." Dragos chews on a bit of leather, inspecting the area as they come through the doors, unable to stop himself from stating the obvious. He looks all around the room, at the ceiling and walls, all while humming the little tune Socrates played a few moments before.

"Ye've got a head on yer shoulders Setare, that's a good eye there." he raises his bushy eyebrows, impressed.

"I heard an old pirate say once, if'n ye come to a fork in the road, take it." he huffs, hands on his hips and head turning back and forth, scanning both options. "Think the captain be kind enough to leave us a clue ta which way she went?" He muses while searching the ground more closely for the tracks that lead them through the doors.

Survival: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

Just before Dragos takes a quick pull on the potion bottle he sees Ol' Jack making it look easy. With a shrug and a smile, he puts the potion back and uses the rope, only losing his footing a couple times but holding on with the assistance.

"Nice work mate." he smiles and claps Jack on the shoulder.

Dragos fishes through his pack briefly as they encounter the waterfall, pulling a potion of heroism from it, unstopping the cork and draining the contents.

He looks briefly at his potion of touch of the sea, but figures he can give the waterfall a go before using that up.

Swim, heroism: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 4 + 2 = 18

The force of the water, nearly pushes him under, and it is all Dragos can do to keep from losing his tricorn hat and drowning. He backs off, looking a bit sheepish. Shrugging his shoulders, the pirate tries again.

Swim, heroism: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 4 + 2 = 16

And comes up sputtering a second time.

"Oh well..." he chuckles, downing the potion and turning his hands and feet into webbed, swimming wonders.

Swim speed to go right through, whip in hand when I come out on the other side, if my first two attempts haven't already triggered something.

Survival: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (11) + 13 = 24

"See tha space there behind the waterfall? Three sets 'o tracks go behind it, we be on the right trail." Dragos confirms for the group, standing from his crouched position. He flips his coiled whip from hand to hand as he takes in the picturesque surroundings, keeping his ears keen to the sounds around them.

"The captain knows how good ye've been at being fixers, so it be smart ta assume she expects us ta follow. Keep yer eyes peeled for traps or ambushes." the besmaran disciple warns his companions before leading the way behind the waterfall.

Take 10 on perception gives me a 23 - you can assume that Dragos has his head on a swivel at this point, whip drawn.

Hey all, at long last, Dragos is updated!

10' threatened area and 6 AoOs. A few extra spells, and a bevy of potions to go out in a blaze of glory.

Sorry again for the delay, thank you for your kind words!

Hey guys, I apologize for my absence on the boards. I was at a funeral this week, along with all the other things that go with it. Dragos is ready to get going, other than updating his profile. I will have that done today though. Sorry again for the delay.

It's the most obvious and trope thing ever, but I totally wanted that bird... ha! My handle animal roll would have been awful though. Also, I left a post half-written on my computer all day because I forgot to hit submit post. Oops. Nice work Setare!!

The ghost of Coatl hovers over the ship, rubbing his hands together and cackling at how useful he might have been in this situation. Crazy druid and a crazy parrot! A match made in heaven!

"Arrr ye daft bird, get on me shoulder! Ye look like ye belong there. I'll tell ye a story or three fer ya ta repeat and annoy Horemheb later." Dragos chuckles, trying to coax the parrot to perch on his shoulder. He quickly realizes that food is probably the best way to get what he wants, and offers a bit of dried fruit to lure the bird.

*slow clap*

Love it.

Dragos shakes his head with a chuckle at Setare's unflinching naivete.

"Good to see you too Doc." the old man smiles, pleased at the reception.

"Seems painfully obvious now that the cabin boy was here to play his part in getting the treasure all along, must have to play some sort of music to unlock what needs unlocking." Dragos muses.

"We're going to be following the captain ta get some answers. It's not gunta be a comfortable conversation." the old pirate adds. "How long did she tell ye she'd be gone?"

"While I think talkin to tha crew would be good, t'wont help us get the treasure. They'll be on our side or not, but that won't be changin whether or not we chase the captain down. If we chase the captain and the treasure down, and return to the ship with the treasure in our hands, then the crew can join us or stay on the island here. Whatever goodwill ye've bought in yer time here will have an affect on that, as will the pile o' gold we bring. I'd rather chase the captain, and make the crew decide after we've brought her to the sea's justice."

Dragos looks down at his feet when he finishes, realizing he was complicit in this last part, and didn't see this coming as he should have.

I vote to go straight for the captain, keep the element of surprise on our side.

I just have to spend some gold and I will be good to go. Dragos gets a bit of a 'keystone' feat at 6th level - the ability to threaten a large area around him, paired with his maximum of 6 AoOs per round, he should have a pretty decent ability to control the battlefield.

We will see how it works in actual combat... ha :)

Dragos releases a deep breath he didn't realize he was holding, fluttering his beard in the process. After a few moments to make sure the fey really is dead, he stows his crossbow, then pulls his whip out just to be sure he isn't empty handed.

In the end, it doesn't matter of course.

"Glad ta be of service ma'am." he smiles, though his eyes are on the conch shell, making it obvious that he wasn't really in this for charity.

"I hope that was just the start of me making up fer not telling you all sooner." he kicks the sand at his feet. "Whaddya say we blow this jesse and ride fer the magpie princess?"

You get a bonus chronicle for applying all the chronicles to the same character right?

I would prefer to have everything reported to the same character number. I am assuming because we are in campaign mode the character doesn't get reported as dead right? I am sure that once the character is actually assembled with all the necessary chronicle sheets I would be able to afford to bring him back to life anyways using the prestige or with gold he would have.

Thanks! This has been a blast so far, can't wait for the last part!!

Sorry everyone - had a family emergency and wasn't able to post. Should be back to normal now.

Dragos quickly side steps (5' adjust) and reloads his crossbow with another blanched bolt. He lifts the stock to his shoulder and clicks the trigger, wishing he could be using his whip instead.

Attack, IC: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (20) + 12 = 32 I did not add modifiers for cover or firing into melee.
for cold iron, magic damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Crit Confirm: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (17) + 12 = 29 I did not add modifiers for cover or firing into melee.
for Crit Damage damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Having already prepared for this, Dragos raises his crossbow, magically aided from several sources, and clicks off a shot with a cold iron blanched bolt. He retreats from the rising waters, hoping the fey will come to them.

attack, divine favor, inspire, magic: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (4) + 12 = 16

For cold iron, magic damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Im posting from my phone, can someone move me back out of the water please?

She has a standard bot spoiler in her bio, but she can't reach the enemy to be able to attack this round. Probably the best action would be to either wait until the enemy comes to shore, or attempt some sort of ranged action. Setare has some consumables, plus a crossbow. We know that we will need cold iron to hurt her, so the crossbow is probably useless. She has acid and alchemist's fire. She could potentially also drink her potion of touch of the sea but I hate to use someone's consumables for them. Socraties said don't try acid, so personally, I would vote she either throw an alchemist fire and hope to draw her to shore, or drink her touch of the sea potion in case she needs to go chase. Just my .02

Several minutes after Jenesara leaves, Dragos closes his eyes and mumbles through a few prayers to Besmara, his goddess. He tips back a wineskin in gratefulness as she bestows his requests.

Cast Shield of Faith and Divine Favor.

Dragos keeps his coiled whip handy, certain that his cold iron blanched bolts from his crossbow will be better suited to fighting the fey. He pulls his oil of magic weapon from it's pouch, trying his best to time the application on his crossbow to the arrival of the enemy, and makes sure a bolt is loaded and ready to go.

Rounds lost: 1d6 ⇒ 2 8 rounds remaining on magic weapon and 7 rounds left on divine favor since they are both 10 round spells. Current stat line reflects the buffs from those spells.