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Hornan slaves away at the sail, still sore from the lashes

Prof. Sailor: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28
Con: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

He gets the job done, but is exhausted at the end

Hornan gulps, I decked that guy really hard, but didnt kill him. Maybe I'll get off lightly if I lay low and work hard.

Climb: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

After reaching the top, he works hard to keep the rigging in tact

Profession Sailor: 1d20 + 6 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 6 + 4 = 21

Hornan exits his enraged state, and looks tired after. He steps back, blending in, looking like he is doing his work

Hornan steps over to B6 and hits bandit #1

Attack+PA+Rage+Flank: 1d20 + 7 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (5) + 7 + 2 - 1 = 13
Damage: 1d3 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

Hornan looks at #2, and seems to get really mad, his face turning red in anger. He steps down and lets out a punch
Unarmed Strike+PA+Rage: 1d20 + 7 - 1 ⇒ (13) + 7 - 1 = 19
Damage: 1d3 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

Hornan looks at the man who pushed Sandara down, "How dare you shove a lady down!" Init: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

"Sure they are. Thanks." He adds the two gold to his stash, and throws it in his pocket

I'm gonna be swinging massive hammers for the most part, so firearms affect me very little. I'm fine with whatever

Hornan walks over to Sasha after the contest. "Nice climbing. Got a pretty copper for your win today."

Woops, thought she meant the rigger challenge. Yeah, Im up for arm wrestling still.

Uhh, im not the one challenging or getting challenged, just betting

"1 gold on the lady rigger"

Hornan takes his rum and downs it Fort: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21
1d4 ⇒ 2

"Anyone wanna take me on in a test of strength?" The large man asks to the crowd around him

"I believe we got interrupted at our contest at the bar. I would have won that gold, if not for, well, you know who." He says, takes a drink, then looks at the woman. I could snap her in half if it really came down to it. She better not push it, trying to take my job...

Hornan sits down and has at his meal. "I'm Hornan. Looks like we will be stuck here together for a while, so we might as well get to know each other. Make it a bit more bearable."

Hornan finds the main sail, heads over, and works at lifting it.

Prof. Sailor+Diligence: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30
Con: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

Hornan's days as a ship repair man helps him know exactly how to get the sail up into proper position

Missed that, sorry

A list of the checks required for work actions maybe?

"Of course I can keep up."

Hornan cringes a little at the pain, but wordlessly heads up to the deck.
He surveys the deck of the ship Perc.: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

Damn, pirates? Well, I'll get to be a pirate. That should be interesting. He stands up and looks over the men in front of him.

Hornan wakes up, gasping for air. The last thing he remembers was the contest at the bar last night were he held his breath for a long time.
Where the Hell are we?

He looks around, Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

Hornan knows he can, he has before, and knows he can win. "Hey look everyone, I'm getting free money today! First rounds on me when it's all mine." With that, he takes a big gulp of air and starts holding his breath.

By my calculations, he can hold his breath for about 5 1/2 minutes. He tries for 5

"Long enough. Certainly not as long as water boy here, but pretty long."

56 rounds to be exact

The massive Varisian walks towards Sasha and Xaven "Treasure eh? I could go for some treasure hunting, and I am quite the useful guy to have around." He says confidently, even though the drink is causing him to slur his words and shake during his speech "The business end of my hammer is NOT a place you want to find yourself."

Hey all, thanks for letting me play. As a barbarian, Hornan obviously will be active in front line combat.

The massive man sits at the bar, clearly a few drinks into his tenure at the bar tonight. "Fill 'er up please, barkeep." He takes his drink and turns around, looking at the patrons of the bar tonight. Freaky looking girl over there. Just the usual here tonight

1. Hornan doesn't want to be the captain. He would want to do something that gets him as much fighting time as possible.

2. Most likely staying pure barb, but might dip fighter for a couple feats

That elf girl, sunny I think her name is, she just keeps popping up everywhere.

I have a Sea Reaver Barbarian I have been trying to get in with, so im gonna try here too

Eagerly awaiting your selections GM

Good to see you back DM! Sorry about the derailed RP, just wanted to get involved

Im fine with Alivia running the game, if she does, I present Hornan the Sea Reaver Barbarian for submission

He looks at the woman blowing him a kiss, Well this could get interesting "So what brings you ladies to old Port Peril?"

Hornan has been sitting with the women blabbering on, "Need some help with those?" Hornan gets up to help the newcomer fill the mugs, returns with him, full mugs in hand. "And here you are ladies, fresh alcohol. Enjoy." Hornan returns to his seat and sips from his rum, listening to the conversation. Women flirting with other women? Now I have truly seen everything

Hornan looks at the woman who sits down at his table. "Well miss, usually here in this town, we drink, go to work, and drink some more. But not always in that order."

The huge man lumbers into the bar, looks around, and sees a familiar face. "Hey, havent I seen you here before? Sunny right?"

Sea Reaver i made for another SaS that didnt get in

"Hmm, sounds interesting. What kind of tales do you have in there right now?"

"Very true." He turns to Flynn "What are you working on there, Flynn, right?"

Jumping into the conversation, "Swimming is part of life here, or in any port town, any nautical lifestyle. The knowledge of swimming will only help those in our proffessions."
He may not look like it, but hornan considers himself something of a scholar

"Not a problem miss." Hornan takes the trident while the elven woman dances around the room. He follows her after handing back her weapon to join up with the main group

Hornan knows that he cannot dance, so he just shrugs and leans back, but still gives a quick look at the group of dancers Lucky man that one is...

Hmm, maybe a little to cheery.... Hornan turns his attention to the song being played. "Ahh good, a song is the only thing this place was missing. Great food, strong ale, beautiful women." He shoots a quick glance at Rain. "Here, keep it going." Hornan slides a gold coin to the bard

Well that certainly did not take long...

"Hello miss" Hornan says while extending his hand to greet hers
"My name is Hornan Fletcher, what do they call you?"

Hornan looks at the other elven woman, drinks, and heads over in her direction. He doesnt say anything right away, just stands near the table, looking bored

Still sitting next to Rain at the bar, Hornan takes a drink, and looks around.

Well there is another elven lass over there, looks a bit more cheery too. But then again, Rain is very nice, both personality wise and on the eyes....

It's not hard to tell that Hornan is deep in thought

"Thanks but no thanks. Mead has never sat well with me."

"No I do not mind the questions, I am actually enjoying our little chat. Do you need another drink? I will gladly buy you another one."

"I wouldnt say no to a life at sea, as long as I have rum in my body and gold in my pocket." Hornan is kind of taken back by the sudden interrogation from the elven woman