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Bummer. This started out so well...

Do you mind setting the campaign to inactive please?

Fen follows into the depths, and as she does a voice floats through her head "Put them to sleep." Or was that her own thoughts? A slight smile creeps over her lips as she knows what to do.

Prepares to cast sleep on whatever icky things she finds. Affects 4HD of creatures, Will DC 14.

Sorry, had a bit of a crazy week and then I forgot where we were.

perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

Not really being a fighter, and not exactly sure what kind of gear would help anyways, Fen hangs around on deck waiting for the rest to be ready, a worried look on her face.

Fen looks unsure for a minute as her new pet splashes around in the water, then looking around quickly, jumps in after her with a shriek of glee followed by a large splash.

swim: 1d20 + 5 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 5 + 4 = 28
Working diligently

Later that night at dinner she decides she's still not quite ready to try another dose of rum and quietly dumps it under the table.

stealth: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

survival: 1d20 ⇒ 4

Having absolutely no luck at all catching turtles herself, Fen finally gets an idea. "Maya, you think you could catch some turtles? Let's see what you can do. Go get 'em girl!"

cool, that worked perfectly. I'll update my profile shortly with spell selection.

Fen blinks several times, a look of confusion on her face. She slowly turns and looks when Sandara begins to speak, and her normal cheerful demeanor gradually returns. "I'm friends with the cook - he seems a decent fellow. When he's not drunk, at least..."

Fen giggles as the otter climbs around her. "Why hello there! How did you find yourself on this ship?" Picking the animal up, she inspects it and continues. "Well at least now I'm not the only tiny girl on board. What shall we call you? How about...Maya?"

Ohhhh! She's so cute! Maybe I'll take the otter as a familiar after all...and the monkey can be the ship's mascot?

I think I'm gonna stick with the monkey - I know I haven't done anything about it yet, Fen's just registered in her mind that she's seen it and it's there. I imagine her next interaction will be more...productive. That said, she'd be happy for another pet - you wanna make a random roll or something to choose what animal she finds when she opens the bag?

I agree - especially with this bunch I think there will be a good deal of comic relief, and that's totally cool. That said, let's try not to let it get too over the top, and remember we're still trying to play a fairly realistic game here.

I'm a HUGE fan of vivid descriptions, and always encourage my players to describe what's happening in their actions instead of "17 - I hit for 6 damage!" Show us what's happening in the text, and then if needed provide the mechanics in ooc.

We do need to remember that these are open, public boards with younger folks and those with sensibilities around, so there are times when description might be "too much". I think the PG-13 guideline is a good one to follow.

For skills, I'm fine with it being transparent to me most of the time. You can roll whatever you want and use whatever mechanics to make things happen, and just tell me what the results are - I don't need to know how or why you got to that point. To me that helps with immersion.

Ornotck, send an email to webmaster@paizo.com and let them know you've taken over this game. They'll give you ownership of it so you can change the name, change info on the about page, etc.

Fen rolls over and looks at the lady. "Uh...Lorelei and the orc-man were...together...they went off that way."

Well, Ornotck has volunteered to pick it up - I'd be perfectly happy to have him run it. Several of us have enough experience with PbP DMing that we could certainly help with some of the finer points, so your inexperience shouldn't be an issue. You've certainly proved that you know how to RP well enough, and that's really what's most important.

If you do decide to pick this up, you could NPC Ornotck until he dies, we take on a new crew/ship, whatever. Or we could just keep him around as an NPC for that matter. I suppose it'd be up to you if you want to recruit a new player for your replacement at that point.

I have all the books, but really don't have the time to run an online campaign. Nerk is right, it takes a pretty large time investment. I'd love to keep this going though, since I think we have a great group. I think we'd have the best chance if one of us wants to take over since we're already invested in it.

I sent a PM. He's been active elsewhere on the boards this week so maybe he just needed a gentle reminder.

Chinese take out and a night together working on things in the apartment could be really fun actually. Won't work with every lady, but then again that tells you an awful lot about her.

As in the immortal words of Wayne Campbell: I say hurl. If you blow chunks and she comes back, she's yours. If you spew and she bolts, it was never meant to be.

Ugh. Woke up super early this morning, realized it was super early, and closed my eyes again - didn't open them up until 15 minutes late for a team meeting. Rushed downstairs and called in remotely - luckily I can at least do that, but wasn't good to be late....guh. Wednesday.

Fen looks surprised as she reads the page. "Hey, this...you really do know how to cook? Thanks. It doesn't look too bad, I think I could make this. I'll try it if we have all the ingredients." She folds up the page and puts it in her blouse for safekeeping.

Fen nods but isn't sure she quite understands, contenting herself for now watching the goblin work until she nods off to sleep.

Haha, I don't think I've ever actually seen those rules used in play before. I've been reminded of it recently as a couple of my players have had their characters shacking up regularly and I've threatened that there are rules for getting pregnant and I can look them up. I do have that PDF lying around somewhere, maybe I'll dig it up...

Fen looks up to see some commotion between Lorelei and Ornotck, and cocks her head to the side a bit. "What are they doing?"

Poor little innocent Fen I get the feeling is up for a rude awakening on this ship.

Also, the intra-crew flirting/romance so far has been even more HILARIOUS. I'll be in trouble if I start flirting with Havok.

Laying on her hammock after dinner, Fen turns over and looks down curiously at Havok working. "Watcha making? Smells awful."

I gotta admit I love the juxtaposition of Havok's speech and interior monologue. Hilarious stuff.

dump rum stealth: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

With the unpleasant after-effects of this morning still fresh in her mind, Fen decides against drinking any rum tonight and quietly tips it under the table.

You know...as creepy as it seems, I'm rather surprised that in a world where spells such as enlarge and reduce person are common, why we don't have more races that cross with halflings or gnomes. Then again, maybe that's how they came about in the first place.

As much as I hate to say it...yeah Havok's got more chance with me than Ornotck. That said...ewwww!

Hey, I'm a fair maiden on this pirate ship! I'm just....way too small for a half-orc.

Haha - I can't speak for Lorelei but I'll tell you right now you and me ain't gonna work out.

If there's dirty work needs doing, I'd rather just not even know about it ;)

You're not the only one - Fen is too!

My longest running PbP (been about 1 1/2 years now) got a little further than this before the GM disappeared. One of the other players picked it up and it's turned out great (and we ended up recruiting a new player to replace him) - but far more games just die and nothing becomes of them.

I think we've got a fun bunch here, so I hope it keeps going one way or another.

I could get behind Firefly ;)

Fen wants a pretty ship!

profession(cook): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

Despite having never done such a daunting task, Fen manages to slaughter a pig almost her own size without it trampling her, and spends the day helping to prepare it. While cooking she sings.

"So hoist up the Wormwood's sail, see how the mainsail sets,
Call for the captain ashore, and let me go home.
Let me go home, I wanna go home,
Well I feel so broke up, I wanna go home."

Technically, I suppose I could, but my hexes aren't really combat hexes (yet!). Although if anyone in the party falls I'll certainly help them get back up and probably inadvertently use the healing hex.

Anyways, she doesn't know she's a witch yet. That'll come soon.

Hey that's ok, I can't wait to be able to do...anything ;)

Fen reels from the hit, taking a few steps back as a look of pain and utter surprise and confusion show on her face, tears welling in her eyes. "What - why do you do this? If displeased with my cooking say so, and I will strive to mend it, but why strike me?"

I aim to please ;)

Fen's voice sounds small and insignificant coming through the brawl. "Leave us alone! We ain't done nothing to you!"

Ra, ra, ra! Goooooo team!

Fen tries to peek out from behind the larger folk to see what is happening. "What's going on? Why are we fighting?"

I'd love to help out but I literally have no combat options at the moment ;). Maybe next round I'll try an aid another attack or something. Until then - I'm here for moral support! Go team!

haha...I didn't actually have any gear - and at this point am pretty much less than useless in combat (especially since my strength is down to 6 after all that ale). But hey, I can cook a good pirate meal!

Fen barely even notices the embrace from the goblin as she tries to figure out why her head is pounding so badly.

Fen falls out of her hammock and grabs her throbbing head. "Ohhhhhh, what happened? I feel terrible..." As she stumbles towards the stairs she bumps into the back of Lorelie. "What? What's going on?"

init: 1d20 + 5 - 2 ⇒ (3) + 5 - 2 = 6

I'm completely sloshed from my first ever double dose of rum. I'm guessing that how I feel in the morning will keep me from ever doing that again.

I think I'm gonna go with the monkey. Seems like it would fit my character and the campaign the best.

As the sky turns dark, yawning from the long, eventful day and rum coursing through her blood, Fen makes her way belowdecks and curls up in one of the smaller hammocks. She is asleep within minutes.

Nerk, do I take double penalty for the rum since I had some earlier?

Also, I can't actually cast any spells yet - haven't acquired my familiar.

perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13
heal: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

Fen enjoys her meal and drinks down her rum with vigor. This stuff is fun - it makes me feel....strange....

After her meal she returns to the deck and leans on the rail, looking out on the open sea to watch the sunset. Her mind is conflicted between the beauty she sees, the funny large man she spent the day cooking with, and the cruelty she saw of the poor man who was drowned.

profession(cook): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
fort: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18

Fen coughs when she first sips from the bowl, but tentatively tries again and ends up drinking the whole thing. She passes the day chatting happily with Fishguts, and somehow manages to throw together a decent meal despite her first taste of rum.

day job: 1d6 ⇒ 5