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It has been a bit rough, all things considered and if the GM isn't fully interested we should move on...

With a twinkle in her eye, Fijit climbs the nearest tree and swings from a thick vine, "Another game awaits!"

Thank you GMEDWIN, I had fun while it lasted.

Case in point.....

I suggest looking for another Tank-type as Z hasn't posted in three weeks.

GMEDWIN, do you want to reinvigorate this AP as well?

I agree with Finn, "would love the get this game off the ground and past the intro book".

While I don't like giving up on a game this pace is a bit frustrating.
The player intro to Serpents Skull is exciting and I have heard very good things yet as a group we are kinda floundering.
I know, I know...I just got here...

If we can collectively decide to reinvigorate this game I'm all for it yet if we cannot commit to posting at least once per day and putting more effort in, we should end it. I will post more often yet I'd hate to be the only one posting. Not only would it make no sense it would probably irritate everyone.

Stifling a small mouse like screech, Fijit aims and fires!

1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 4 + 1 = 17dmg: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

As if reading Grimma's mind Fijit offers her thoughts on over sized crustations,
Know Nat: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

Assist Survival: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

"Hey guys look over here, I see the tracks of a large crab! We need food and I'm out of raisins. We should also camp soon."

Survival: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

Fijit runs up and hugs Finn tightly.
"Thanks a bunch cutie!"

Fort: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
Fort: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21
Fort: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20
Fort: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

"Onward."

Fijit, the cowardly rogue, stops and stares open mouthed at the signs of a predators lair nearby.

Wider berth! Wider berth!

Survival: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Assist Survival: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16

Fijit dejectedly agrees.
"Which way now?"

Filled with sorrow over her caves demise coupled with her new friends' diminishing health Fijit plops down on the sand. A tear falls from her eye then looking up at her new companions,

"Ok."
sigh...
"I agree. As much as it hurts to see my safe cave destroyed I agree with Finn and Zab. Lets rest, track and attack."

Agreeing with the others Fijit leads the way further up the beach, periodically returning to explain the terrain. All this while keeping an eye out for the cave, other ship wrecked persons or dangers.

Perc: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

Know Nat: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24 - Traps
Feebly attempting to assist Grimma, Fijit decides to set a defensive, possibly offensive boundary.

If everyone is getting exhausted it's best to make camp.

Know Nat: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

"See that glowy stuff, that happens all the time, it's natural, no ghosts, no bad stuff just algae."

Quietly following, furtively scanning the dark jungle foliage.

If the sun is up we should move on.

Rolling over and looking up at everyone.
"I don't like this island. Thank you Finn, I thought I was a gonner fer sure."

Upon her turn
Stabilize: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13

Upon her turn,
Five ft step back and fire at the one who hit her.

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24confirm: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
dmg: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Ugh.

Shooting her crossbow in desperation!
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8dmg: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Set up camp, set traps
Survival: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16
Know nat: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

"Tally ho!"chimes the little green irritant.

Hugging Zabivat's leg Fijit smiles with glee.
"Welcome back Z! Let's get you back to the cave, I have some berries that might help, raisins too!"

"oh no."

Survival: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

....and the tree it is

Obviously disturbed Fijit looks into the jungle thoughtfully,
"Never seen the lighthouse but know of people who want to eat us. They are all over the place always looking for people to eat."

Pausing. plopping a raisin in her mouth and looking up at the trio,
"Did I mention it before? I thought I did...Anyhoo, the lighthouse seems safer than this hut, let's be off...anyone for a sleep in the trees?"

"oh oh, bad bad bad."

Fijit absent mindedly puts another raisin in her mouth then wispers
"I've seen this before...bad men. Bad, bad men who want to eat us."
She then quietly wanders around the perimeter slowly working her way in
Perception: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 6 + 1 = 27

Following quietly, Fijit is obviously a bit worried, furtively looking left and right for any sign of ambush.
Perc: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

Looking smaller than normal and peering into the jungles gloom Fiji whispers,
"Ok y'all. While I'm not too familar with this part of the island I do know there are bad men who want to eat us."

Survival: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17 - aid Gemma

Sure. Onward

Rubbing her arms, looking very very wary of her surroundings and stuttering a bit,
"Thank you all for your help and even though I did not see most of the slaughter, thank you Zabivat."

"Anyone want a raisin?"

Recovering from Unconsciousness: 1d10 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
After an hour...
Recovering from Unconsciousness: 1d10 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
After another hour...
Recovering from Unconsciousness: 1d10 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10

Frustrated and hurt Fijit renews her attack!
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 191d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

"OUCH!"

Rapier: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8Dmg: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Perc: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

Fijit seems a bit nervous...again.
"Could someone throw a rope?"
Swim: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16

"Ok!"
Pipes Fijit who is perking up after the disturbing visitation. Hearing her cave referenced has bolstered her confidence a bit.

Grinning innocently,
"Nope but I wanted that shiny dagger yet Fin recommended otherwise."
"Why do you ask Grimma? You missin' sumthin'?"

"In the coffer we found on the ship. I thought it was pretty so I took it."
Pausing and looking up at Grimma
"Maybe you want it now?"

Evidently a bit disturbed by the event Fijit plops a raisin into her mouth and sits down in the sand.
"Whew! Thanks Zabivat but that sure was creepy."

Still slowing backing away from the ghost Fijit attempts to open the locket and look inside
DD: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27
Upon success she shows the ghost...?

Fijit begins fidgeting around and pulls out the locket from one of her pockets and reads the inscription for personal clarification

Holding the locket up and dangling for all to see:
Is this Aeshamara?

Please pardon my limited responses this week.
At a conference in Vegas.

I'm afraid if I post it might be a bit "off kilter" or unintelligible.

I'll give my best when I can........

Is he on the beach or in the water? How fast is it moving?

Bounding quickly from a light paranoid respite, Fijit clambers away from the skeletal form.
"...wha?"
Know local?: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

"Gee yall, thanks. How about I search this dilapidated structure."
Fijit begins wandering around the ruined campsite looking for traps, clues to previous inhabitants, secret caches and the like...
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
add one for traps
Linquistics: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
decipher graffiti