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Was Graythan's volley of bolts the surprise round or the 1st full round of combat...
Perception (DC 23): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (18) + 14 = 32

I thought your perception and shout were enough to make us aware and that my volley was my early round of actions!

"More of them?!" Cursing under his breath, he wheels around and lets a trio of bolts fly.

+1 hvy repeating xbow (1st): 1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (9) + 9 - 2 = 16for: 1d10 + 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + (5, 1) + 3 = 14
+1 hvy repeating xbow (iterative): 1d20 + 9 - 2 - 5 ⇒ (19) + 9 - 2 - 5 = 21for: 1d10 + 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (7) + (3, 5) + 3 = 18
crit?: 1d20 + 9 - 2 - 5 ⇒ (7) + 9 - 2 - 5 = 9for an additional: 1d10 + 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + (6, 4) + 3 = 17
+1 hvy repeating xbow (rapid): 1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (15) + 9 - 2 = 22for: 1d10 + 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + (5, 3) + 3 = 13

Swift: bane
Full: shoot x3

Graythan frowns, shaking his head. "Something's trying to play tricks." He shoots an angry glance into the overhanging jungle canopy before grunting and turning back toward his bedroll. "Keep the fire high, Moira." He lays his crossbow close at hand as he lies back down and though he closes his eyes, he listens keenly to each and every noise in the surrounding jungle.

Graythan makes his way from bedroll to bedroll, checking on each of their wards, ensuring that everyone is present and accounted for. "Everyone alright? I don't hear or see anything out there, but Moira's right: better safe than sorry."

"What? What is it?" Graythan sits up with a start, his eerie eyes narrowing as he realizes an unnatural darkness has settled over the area. "What's going on?"

Perception: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (19) + 16 = 35

hope you make it through unscathed, dude!

"He's scared out of his wits, Amalla. Each of you is trying to cope with this mess in their own way. Avner by asserting his importance at every turn and Urol by treating it as a carnival or faire." He pauses for a moment then asks, "You blame yourself for everyone who didn't make it out of the wreck?" He knows the answer before he asks the question, and he nods as she silently nods that she does. "You think it'll be any different for me if I don't get each of you through this?" He sighs again, his face fixed on the fire. "Look, I'm going to do my damnedest to get you all to Farshore and I can start cracking the whip if I need to. I care more about keeping everyone breathing than I do about being liked, but friction like that won't make this any easier."

He turns to look directly at Amalla at this, "I can get mean to keep a lid on this can of worms if I need to. But you were captain of that ship. You were their captain." He points to each of the sleeping figures arrayed around the edge of firelight. "For weeks upon weeks, you were their sole authority. That doesn't change just because we're walking through a jungle now. You think you're useless? Help keep these people in line and agreeable. You do that and I can focus on getting us through the jungle instead of spending energy keeping everyone from one anothers' throats."

He rises then to walk a brief patrol and to leave Amalla with his words. "You manage that, and you'll be the most useful of us all."

"Not good enough? Amalla, that storm smashed the ship into splinters. We weren't avoiding that no matter how you ran the ship." He turns his gaze to the fire as well and sighs. "You know, back in Sasserine I was a bounty hunter. I wasn't the best, but I was good. Got answers and leads out of folks a lot more easily than some of my colleagues and competition. And it sounds like I did it in the same way you kept idiots in line on your ship."

He pauses for a moment, stabbing errantly at the fire, then continues, "But I don't think those methods will get us through this jungle. I just wish I knew the first thing about playing peacemaker." He shakes his head then looks from the flames and back at the captain. "How are you holding up?"

Graythan rises without complaint, offering Justified a simple but loaded nod that says so much. Thanks. I've got it now. I trust you. He adds a log to the fire for Amala's benefit, then slips away past the fire the light for a few minutes to walk off his tiredness and to trace the perimeter of their camp.

He returns to the heavy sounds of Avner's breathing, the troublesome noble already fast asleep.

"How do you do it, Captian?" His words are soft and quiet, barely more than a whisper, but loud enough for the woman beside him to still hear without straining. "How do you keep a whole crew from each others' throats? We're barely keeping it together here."

Maybe Moira can take 4th watch? I'd be a lot more comfortable with the watch break down if we had one PC on each one. Not a huge deal now (hopefully), but something to consider going forward.

Graythan's countenance tightens at Avner's mention of Lavinia, but laying on his side as he is upon his bedroll, none can see it. He shifts his weight and closes his bright, eerie eyes and prays silently to Tyr to watch over the group through the night. He prays too for Lavinia, and tries to let sleep take him until his turn at watch.

"Enough." Graythan's rebuke of the building spat is quiet but forceful. "This isn't what any of us signed up for. Digging at one another isn't going to help us get through this jungle alive." His eyes are fixed on the fire as he speaks, but his words, while quiet and calm, carry a thread of steel through them.

"And Avner, you and Thunderstrike are still alive, despite trapped ruins and ambushes and everything else we've dealt with since we wrecked. We're all out of our element here, but as difficult as it's been, we've still gotten this far."

He tosses his stick into the fire at this and rises. Walking to his bedroll, he exchanges a glance with Amalla as he doffs his boots and lays down. "Good night. All of you."

Tavey, just being a kid, should probably be allowed to rest and Urol can take 3rd watch with Krila.

Didn't make Graythan feel like she was any less hostile toward Avner or the horse though.

Same. As a player, I'm very much enjoying the roleplay. Graythan is frustrated that he feels like he has to protect everyone from the jungle and now also Avner and Thunderstrike from the rest of the party (or Krila at the least) as well.

"He's our charge, Krila. Him and the horse and the rest of them. Get over it."

At this Graythan abruptly turns around and departs the meeting, making his way back to the rest of the surviving crew with a singular huff. He wears his frustration plainly on his face as he steps into the small campsite, but his voice and tone are under control as he moves near to the fire. He nods in greeting as he takes a seat beside Amalla. "Captain." He pokes at one of the logs with an errant stick, the firelight dancing in his eerie blue eyes.

"Our main goal right now, Krila, is to get these people safely to the nearest settlement. It doesn't matter how difficult or disagreeable anyone might be. You don't like him? Tough. You think he makes a difficult situation more difficult? Tough. Just keep in mind that if it weren't for his money and Urol's inquisitiveness, you'd still be a garden decoration."

Graythan snatches his crossbow from the ground, shaking his head at Krila's particular brand of bullying. He starts moving his way through the group, checking on each of the surviving crew to ensure no one was injured by the gargoyles or from being dropped. "Tavey? You alright? Captain?" He helps Avner to his feet, then glances over toward Urol and shoots him a questioning nod.

Once he's sure everyone is well and Thunderstrike has calmed, he starts ushering the group along the cliffside path once more. "Now that we're done with the theatrics, let's get moving. Any other dangerous inhabitants we should know about, Urol?"

No ranged attack at the moment, but I will take an AoO as it leaves my threatened area!

As the gargoyle leaps to the sky in response to Moira stirring behind it, Graythan brings his morningstar around in a heavy, sidelong arc. His strike lands heavily in the beast's side, and it lurches wildly, but it keeps its wits about it and continues to flap out over the waves.

AoO: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27for: 1d8 + 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + (5, 6) + 2 = 19

Very glad you're still with us, Moira! =)

I PM'd Moira last week to try and nudge her into posting but I'm thinking she's done with us; she's been posting regularly with one of her other aliases =(

Your channels don't heal me, sadly. Such is the burden of being a dhampir. =)

1's and 2's! That's what I'm talkin' 'bout! =P

With an angry growl, Graythan casts his spent crossbow to the ground and draws his morningstar. Relying on Tyr's aid to guide his strike, he brings it down in a flashing, overhead arc toward the gargoyle beside him.

Inner Strength: 3d6 ⇒ (4, 6, 2) = 12
morningstar: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20for: 1d8 + 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + (5, 6) + 2 = 14

Swift Action: inner strength to heal
Free: drop crossbow
Move: draw morningstar
Standard: Swing

Geez! Settle down with the 20's, Fanguar. Good grief! lol =P

Graythan sends another pair of bolts for his same target, ignoring the gargoyle harrying him for the moment. Hey growls angrily as he ducks another wicked claw, "Moira! Get UP!"

+1 hvy repeating xbow (1st): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (14) + 12 = 26for: 1d10 + 8 + 2d6 ⇒ (9) + 8 + (5, 4) = 26
+1 hvy repeating xbow (iterative): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11for: 1d10 + 8 + 2d6 ⇒ (2) + 8 + (6, 3) = 19

Swift to activate bane, full attack (provokes AoO)

Dawww man, my post got eaten!

Graythan curses as the creatures descend on the group suddenly. Trusting Moira to occupy the one beside him, Graythan steps nearer to the cliffs' edge to fire upon the gargoyle beside Captain Amalla.

+1 hvy repeating xbow (pbs, rapid): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16for: 1d10 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
+1 hvy repeating xbow (pbs, rapid): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13for: 1d10 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
+1 hvy repeating xbow (pbs, rapid): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17for: 1d10 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

5ft step (free)
Judgement (swift)
Rapid Shot (full); provokes 3 AoOs from the adjacent gargoyle =(

"Let's be especially wary from this point forward. I know you're excited for so many dead birds to study, Urol, but I'm betting those effigies were meant to turn us around. Pressing forward is only going to make whoever's been watching us more upset." He then turns to Avner, dark concern clouding his face. "And you may want to lead Thunderstrike by foot, Avner. Riding will leave you elevated and make you a target."

Graythan regards the bird carcasses stoically for a few moments before offering dryly, "I don't think we're welcome."

"They weren't clever enough to follow us over to the other bridge even, Moira. We're safe from them here. Plenty else to be on guard for though, so stay sharp."

Survival: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (1) + 17 = 18
Graythan nods silently, approving of Krila's selection for a camp site. He helps Tavey pitch a simple tent with some rope and a tarp, and pats the former cabin boy on the shoulder as he turns back to the group and the fire they've got going already. "I'll take final watch. And maybe this time we won't have a flock of razor-beaked avians storm the camp." His eerie blue eyes glitter briefly in the orange glow of the firelight but the off-putting light and the beginnings of a half-grin vanish in a blink as he turns to hurry over to Avner to help him calm his horse.

As the others discuss the virtues and risks of waiting for the tide or pressing on, Greythan's eyes remain fixed on the horizon, his companion's words fading to a dull hum in his ears. He breaths slowly and deeply, inhaling through his nose then exhaling quietly through his mouth.

He'd hated the salted air after a week aboard the Sea Wyvern. Now, though, the dour bountyhunter found it to be a refreshing relief.

Leaving his companions to their ongoing discussion of the tides, Graythan turns back to the others they'd been leading. "Captain? Urol? How are you both faring?" He moves on next to Avner, but simply offers a nod as he visually confirms the man's wellbeing.

Lirith, Tavey, and Skald are still with us as well, yes? I can't remember if they wound up on the Blue Nixie.

"Looks like the Olmecs were fond of riddles. I'm guessing the right sequence opens the doors, and the wrong one will see us greeted with another wave of shambling undead." He glances to the strange, notched pillars then back to the group. "Or some other equally unpleasant consequence."

Graythan watches from beyond the secret door, looking in on his companions and the hidden chamber. He gestures toward the sarcophagus and shoots Moira a look, inviting her to ply her expertise.

Graythan finishes reloading his crossbow with a grunt, his baleful gaze resting on one of the downed mummies. "Everyone ok? That was rough."

Graythan can't take an AoO since he's wielding a ranged weapon. Additionally, it's got no bolts in it =P

Graythan tries to slip past the approaching undead and behind Justified, but he stumbles as he hurries to reload his crossbow. Sliding into position behind Justified, he bestows a small portion of Tyr's strength on the man.

cast lend judgement: Justified now benefit's from Graythan's judgement as well (+2 sacred bonus to hit)

Acrobatics vs CMD: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 fail = AoO's provoked for movement

Move action: tumble at 1/2 speed
Standard action: cast lend judgement

The bonus from Krila's bless doesn't apply against the paralysis by any chance, does it?

Will Save 1 (DC 16): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (1) + 14 = 15
Will Save 1 reroll (DC 16): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (6) + 14 = 20
Will Save 2 (DC 16): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (10) + 14 = 24

Graythan tries to bring down the mummy that he fired upon previously, but he worries Justified is soon to be overwhelmed.

+1 hvy repeating xbow (1st): 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (5) + 18 = 23for: 1d10 + 4 + 2d6 ⇒ (4) + 4 + (4, 2) = 14
+1 hvy repeating xbow (iterative): 1d20 + 18 - 5 ⇒ (8) + 18 - 5 = 21for: 1d10 + 4 + 2d6 ⇒ (2) + 4 + (4, 5) = 15

can't see the map from work, but if I'm in melee and can skate back 5 ft to avoid any AoO's, I would like to!

Will (DC 16): 1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 12 + 2 = 32
Will, strong willed (DC 16): 1d20 + 12 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 12 + 2 = 23
Knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

Graythan's eyes narrow as the shambling figure wrapped in frayed bandages rounds the nearby corner. Praying for Tyr's help once more, he looses a trio of bolts down the hall. "One from the right!"

+1 hvy repeating xbow: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17for: 1d10 + 8 + 2d6 ⇒ (2) + 8 + (4, 1) = 15
+1 hvy repeating xbow (iterative): 1d20 + 10 - 5 ⇒ (4) + 10 - 5 = 9for: 1d10 + 8 + 2d6 ⇒ (1) + 8 + (2, 3) = 14
+1 hvy repeating xbow (rapid): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30for: 1d10 + 8 + 2d6 ⇒ (2) + 8 + (3, 4) = 17
+1 hvy repeating xbow (crit?): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11for: 1d10 + 8 + 2d6 ⇒ (8) + 8 + (1, 5) = 22

Graythan's shield of faith on Justied has/had a 7 minute duration - has that expired at this point what with the gunked up door and all the trap searching?

Graythan grumbles darkly, "I'm really getting tired of these ruins..." as he readies his crossbow. "Sounds like they're coming from all sides. Things could get tight." Calling upon Tyr to help him stand against a tide of undead, he bolsters himself with some of his god's power.

standard: cast heroism
swift: activate judgement (protection)

"I'm not sure what exactly it is, but there is a powerful transmutative aura behind that portion of wall. Could be preservative in nature, given we're in a tomb of some sort."

He glances to the others then shrugs, "Worth looking into? Could be a trap, then again, it could be treasure."

"Careful. Something's behind that wall there." Graythan then fixes his gaze on the wall, focusing on the magic he senses in an attempt to try and identify it.

Knowledge (arcana): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25 (DC=15+spell level)

Graythan arches one eyebrow at Moira's tale, glances back over his shoulder to ensure the oozes aren't surging down the bridge after them, then turns back to the slight elf. "Quite a... cinematic tale, Moira."

Knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

He coughs under his breath, perhaps it was a stifled, choked off chuckle, then glances around the room and iconography. "Not sure what all this means, but I'm inclined to agree with Justified. Let's hope the dead stay dead and we can skirt through here without drawing their ire or aggravating any wards."

Graythan has detect magic and will sweep the room. Spellcraft is at +5 if it comes into play.

"As long as we can see them and we know they aren't coming after us, let's just move on." Graythan heads up to the unopened set of doors, obviously intending to open them.

"May be we can see them from that other span." Graythan thrusts his chin toward the other bridge and makes his way toward it.

Double move onto the other bridge - is there enough distance or arc to see the oozes on the underside from here by any chance?

Muttering under his breath as the group leapfrogs their way back across the bridge, Graythan calls briefly upon Tyr for aid before letting a singular bolt hammer into the lead ooze. As it vanishes into the quivering mass of the creature, he continues to slip back along the ancient span.

+1 hvy repeating xbow: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25for: 1d10 + 8 + 2d6 ⇒ (1) + 8 + (2, 2) = 13

Swift: bane
Standard: 1 shot
Move: move

"Fantastic." Groaning in frustration, Graythan shoulders his crossbow and follows Justified out onto the bridge. He growls at the women as he hustles out of the chamber, "Put some distance between us and them, you two!"

I'll see the ooze's double move, and raise them a Double Move!

Graythan frowns as the ooze slurps up out of the pool. "Figures." He claps Justified on the shoulder, imbuing him with a portion of Tyr's protection as he slips over to the other set of doors while readying his crossbow.

+3 deflection bonus for Justified

Graythan watches Krila's coin arc through the air in silence, and though the pool obviously unnerves Moira, the former bounty hunter's gaze quickly turns from the coin and the pool to the corners of the room and toward the ceiling.

Perception: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (10) + 16 = 26

Graythan gives Jusified a critical eye, nodding as he sees the color return to the man's face. When Krila's magics then steal away the shakiness in her patient's stance, he offers, "Nicely done,"
then turns to Justified and asks, "You fit to press on, Justified?"

Graythan fades back another step and lets another pair of bolts thunder from his crossbow as Justified struggles against the monstrous thing. "Right there, Justified. Hold it right there... good!" The flaming bolts bury themselves deep into the insect's flesh, shattering chitin and eliciting pained screeches.

+1 hvy repeating xbow (first): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (12) + 11 = 23for: 1d10 + 8 + 3d6 ⇒ (9) + 8 + (5, 6, 1) = 29
+1 hvy repeating xbow (iterative): 1d20 + 11 - 5 ⇒ (17) + 11 - 5 = 23for: 1d10 + 8 + 3d6 ⇒ (5) + 8 + (4, 6, 1) = 24

Graythan shuffles back a step, calling on Tyr's name once more before loosing a thunderous volley of fiery bolts on one of the enormous creatures. He growls under his breath in between shots, "Tyr's hand take you, vermin!"

+1 hvy repeating xbow (first): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21for: 1d10 + 8 + 3d6 ⇒ (4) + 8 + (2, 4, 1) = 19
+1 hvy repeating xbow (iterative): 1d20 + 9 - 5 ⇒ (17) + 9 - 5 = 21for: 1d10 + 8 + 3d6 ⇒ (9) + 8 + (4, 4, 5) = 30
+1 hvy repeating xbow (rapid): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19for: 1d10 + 8 + 3d6 ⇒ (5) + 8 + (3, 1, 3) = 20

Swift: activate bane (vermin)
Full round action: full attack w/ rapid shot

performed 5ft step on map and colored Graythan's target red