Eskilline Mendric the IV's page

Though you'll admit it does sound precocious.

That really sounds atrocious.

So we have a keyword, but what's the safety word?

Oh and aloha.

*Zzzzz...zzzzz...zzzzz...* "Huh?"

I'm cool with a Haitus. After all they say the best things in life are worth waiting for.

Ditto.

"Zzzzz."

Happy holidays, or rather happy holidays that are left!

Aviz wrote:

Aviz stands up to straighten his back and wipe a line of sweat from his brow, then squints. After a moment his heart jumps and he twists around, shouting down to the deck. "Sails on the horizon!"

A head pops up from below decks! "Bah-BUK!?"

As time rewinds itself Eskilline goes back below decks.

"KUB-hab!?"

Aviz stands up to straighten his back and wipe a line of sweat from his brow, then squints. After a moment his heart jumps and he twists around, shouting down to the deck. "Sails on the horizon!"

A head pops up from below decks! "Bah-BUK!?"

Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 4

Stealth: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20 *Buk buk buk buk*

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 6

Eskilline stands aghast at Es destruction of perfectly good, billowy, white couture.

He rushes off to find Scourge and Ratline.

Eskilline looks over in some interest.

Here-ish.

Sure Eskilline will go shopping. Does he have money? What's fer sale?

Later, below decks

Eskilline comes bouncing into the quarters. "Hey Es! Whoa! Nice rack." He stops short to take a better look. "Does this mean that Aviz is your eidolon? Hmmm?" He regards the rack critically.

Eskilline and the Seduction of Arreta-

Eskilline gains a +3 Alchemical bonus to CHA, is fatigued for 2 hours and takes 1 point of temporary CON damage.

Eskilline is hit hard by the rum and feels his tongue loosening even more. When he meant to say "Just look at those stars,", his slurred speech made it sound more like "Just look at that arse." Arreta who was standing near by let out a spluttered laugh before swaying over to him and glaring down at him with hands on hips.

"What was that pretty boy? Are you suggestin that my rump is not summat you'd see in a city? Where would ya see it then? A farm?" She chuckled lightly to show she was joking before shoving him gently with her bare foot.

"Buy a lass a drink? Or at least steal her one?"

Mwahahaha GM fun!!

Eskilline looks about for a couple (or more) swabs at play with libations handy. He puts a index finger nearly to his lips and says "Shhh."

He casts ghost sound (Will DC 14) mimicking the sound of a loud splash just out of easy sight from them.

Inspired, he sneaks in stealthy-like: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12 or stealthy-like: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19 Taking the better roll.

And makes off with a pair of cups.

He leads Arreta to the forecastle or other semi-private romantic spot (assuming she has at least rum-goggled, good looks) and hands her one of the drinks. "They were probably supposed to be on look-out anyway." He smiles and then says a magic word and with ray of frost chills the tankards. "Cheers."

[dice=perform (romantic, strings)]1d20+4[/dice] via more ghost sound.

Aviz takes the money and evenly splits it among his fellow shanghaied crewmates. Then he quizzically takes the potions out. "Anybody know what these do?"

"Sorry it's not like I'm a trained wizard or anything."

1d10 ⇒ 8 Aretta Bansion

Not sure what "Influence*" does, but here goes.

diplomacy (+2 entertainment value): 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 9 + 2 = 19

Eskilline lays out on the forecastle stargazing.

"Just look at those stars. You don't get those in the city."

fort save v rum: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Reef

Hodge nods. "Besmar'a keeel Scoo-rudge"

unless anyone else responds to that Hodge walks down to the bottom of the reef again and begins picking out crabs fro the group to fill their pots.

"I'm sorry. Is it like a game? Five syllables, first word, first syllable sounds like...." After a moment Eskilline guesses: "Bees are a keel school fudge? No. That can't be it."

Back at the ship Eskilline whistles and stays upbeat while he works.

*SPLASH!* "Blub, blub, blub! Hey!"

With the danger gone, Hodge heals himself ( [dice=Cure Light Wounds] 1d8 +1 ) and continues to catch crabs and hold them towards the water's surface.

He will still have Cure Light Wounds prepared, if someone who looks hurt (heal or Perception check?) comes within touching distance he will cast cure light wounds on them.

Well not now that I know you have crabs!

"Help! Can somebody heal her!?" Aviz shouts out to the others as he sees the threat is gone.

On his next turn.

"Hold her up!"

heal (first aid, worldly): 1d20 ⇒ 6

heal (first aid, worldly): 1d20 ⇒ 20

Well, maybe one or two less hit points lost.

"I think that did it but it's my first time. Maybe I should try the kiss of life."

swim!: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15

swim: 1d20 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (8) + 1 - 2 = 7

Eskilling breaks the waterline. *pant, pant*

Eskilline kicks off the reef and swims northward.

A lot.

[dice=swim (full-round)]1d20+1-2[/dice]

Eskilline kicks off the reef and swims northward.

The one person who has shown Aviz compassion on the ship looks to be on the verge of death. Aviz swiftly chops down upon her attacker!

Don't you have to move 35' away from the one you are fighting first?

[dice=swim (full-round)]1d20+1-2[/dice] And he sinks like a rock.

Is there a new map? It looks like we are all standing on the ship's deck.

On his turn, Eskilline shoves the crab in the trap and secure the lid? or (if that's a gimme)...

Perception (find new crab): 1d20 ⇒ 2 Dropping the trap if he finds a new crab.

Swim to new crab: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13

Grapple said crab: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16

More looking and such.

perception to find crab: 1d20 ⇒ 19
swim to catch crab: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20
grapple crab (CMB): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21

On his next turn Eskilline hunts and pecks amid the seaweed and coral.

perception: 1d20 ⇒ 14
swim: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Go fish.

Breakin Chains : Shackles Seas Gold

Aviz and Eskilline glance around for crabs, coming up empty. They both kind of flouder around in the water for a minute, puzzling over how they are to get two crabs each back to the ship, without a pot between them.

Um, say what? Is this going to be one of those games where when Eskilline gets up he's going to have to declare what order he puts his clothes on in? One that's just going to take forever in a play-by-post (i.e. This round I slip out of my night shirt, next round I pick it up and fold it, etc...). If the task at hand was described as involving pots he probably took a couple, in the same way that a person meant to climb the rigging probably uses his hands, feet, and the rigging at some point. Eskilline's not dumb nor particularly unwise. If someone comes out with a bunch of tools and says go do something, he probably takes some tools assuming they are involved in the task at hand.

Eskilline hunts and pecks amid the seaweed and coral and within a minute or so comes up with a pair of crabs.

perception: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (2) + 0 = 2
swim: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

perception: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (20) + 0 = 20
swim: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20

perception: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (6) + 0 = 6
swim: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12

perception: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (18) + 0 = 18
swim: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12

perception: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (20) + 0 = 20
swim: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13

perception: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (20) + 0 = 20
swim: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20

Eskilline's reaction to the hurled pot is perhaps hidden beneath the waters, but somewhere in his soul he is compiling a list of people whom he expects will meet a very sad ends. Zale - check; Idiot Foreign Leaden Knight - check.

"Well he wasn't well named at all. Here's hoping there isn't some miles deep crevasse in the sea right there. Did anyone think to tie him with a rope?"

If the guy looked as though he was wearing like a hundred pounds of equipment Eskilline figures it is either a gag or particularly unfunny 'pirate gag'--the equivalent to making someone walk the plank with all the stuff from their first studio apartment attached. Either way he is not really close enough to help right now, having stopped only long enough to remove his boots and shirt. However if he feels he can aid the man before he needs a new sobriquet, he turns around to help.

Eskilline strips down to his athletic knickers and dives in, glad to be off the ship.

He takes 10 for 11 out to the reef.

Day Six Eskilline rolls out of bed sulks around his job whatever it is today and tends to G'nosha as best he can that evening. Healing is easy right? ray of frost for instant cold compresses, resistance for that next Fort check, and ghost sound for music. Anyhow he tries, assuming G'nosha doesn't try stuffing him through a porthole.

untrained healing: 1d20 ⇒ 18

Sorta back - I'll be posting for realsies later tonight. For right now, I feel like I should point out Sleep is a full round cast; I'll bet I was capable of interrupting Esk's attempt at spellcasting earlier....

Nope. ;p

concentration DC 14ish: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

Zale, looking about to see the others' reaction at the beginning of the fight, noticed Eskilline muttering words of magic. His eyes went wide and he practically flung himself toward the younger man, his hand slapping over the sorcerer's mouth with a feigned laugh. "Hah! Don't need you sicking up just now, Esk!"

He leaned in closer to whisper urgently at Eskilline. "Knock it off! If you interfere with the whole ship's entertainment for the evening, you're likely to get the lash!"

"The Hells!"

escape artist (derring-do): 1d20 + 1 + 1d6 ⇒ (9) + 1 + (6) = 16

Err-THUD!

You have to beat a Sense Motive of 12 (Esk is just too drunk to lie convincingly it seems.)

Or not drunk enough! ;) Alchemical bonus....

Eskilline gains a +2 Alchemical bonus to CHA, is fatigued for 4 hours and takes 1 point of temporary CON damage.

And he's not 'lying' and has a pretty good initiative, but it looks like you rolled for Aviz and Owlbear.

Eskilline seethes at the insult. To be ignored by two walking feather dusters. His mouth and hands work the magic inherent in his frame. "नींद."

I'm not sure of Eskilline's initiative in all this but he stops casting if one of the men falls before he gets to act next turn and then nurses deep-seated resentment for the remainder of the campaign that only occasionally erupts in fireballs gouts of random chain lightning. ;)

Zale stood up, placing a hand on Eskilline's shoulder. His eyes were serious, even though his speech was subtly slurred and his tone more familiar than usual. "Don't think that's the best idea, Esk. Y'know your stuff, but a fistfight doesn't seem like putting your best foot forward."

"Wouldn't that make it a foot-fight?"

"I'll do it! Someone hold my blouse. *hic!* Pardon."

Though Avis and Owlbear would make for an interesting cockfight.

That evening.

Fort save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20

"It is an acquired--or rather deadening of--taste."

"Some excitement there earlier today eh, Crimson?"

Perform (oratory, story time!): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18

"Well he-er well, they certainly appear to be undrowned whatever they(?) are."

"Peachy." Eskilline smiles.

On his turn-

"नींद" Eskilline begins muttering the words of magic.

Likewise.

Haul away!

Sorry to hold you up. Was waiting on the Str/Con check results and the weekend is always busy.

On his turn and assuming that the man overboard is within 30 ft:

[dice=Concentration check to cast a 0 level spell]1d20+5[/dice] Sigh. May go off if the motion of the ship is only vigorous rather than violent.

Otherwise he draws up the rope and tries tossing it again with more range penalty.

rope: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7 ...And worse results.