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Inti looks put out at the easy smile on the mans face, before placing a hand where the strike had fallen. "I'll be ok, it was a good strike, thats all"

Inspire Courage (Battle Dance), as a move action
Scimitar Full Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

I'm still here, but I'm unconscious lol.

Inti cries out as the scimitar slices him open, before his counterstrike slams into his opponent, drawing blood but not much else. Inti then falls to the ground, and is dying.

Attack Roll: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
Critical Confirmation: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

RIP Inti

Assuming you privately rolled Init, then I'm pretty sure I drop to 0 HP after that attack

"Where?", Inti immediately asks urgently, drawing his scimitar and peering into the jungle, trying to spot this person.

"It might be nothing...he could just be someone else shipwrecked here" he mutters to himself, unsure as to whether he is reassuring himself or others. Inti takes a deep breath and composes himself, ready to respond to aggression with his Scimitar, or with a kind word, if this person proved not to be hostile

Sure
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

"Thats a wonderful idea," Inti remarks (directed at Aerys), before shifting his feet slightly, "I don't think I could do it though, swimming isn't exactly one of my strong points"

Inti shrugs "I'll go wherever I'm needed, whether it be here at camp, or scouting with the rest of you"

Inti feels slightly self conscious over his rather rough sketch, and thus feels the need to explain himself to Gudbjorn.

"I'm a terrible artist", he smiles, "but I think drawing a rough map might be a good way to order ourselves". "You see, we are here [he points with his stick at the drawing], and thats North [he points in the direction of a natural landmark that sits north]".

Inti goes quiet again as he continues to concentrate, before looking up again, "If I was a little more experienced in the wild, I would add in currents, wind direction, and be able to make judgments on the type of animals or terrain we might find here, where drinking water would be located and so on, I hope someone else has experience in that area, because I feel rather limited at the moment"

Inti attempts to hide his surprise. Sure, he suspected there was something unusual about her, something he couldn't quite put his finger on, but he didn't quite expect this.

"Pleased to meet you Asmodia, I am sure we all feel honored you trusted us to reveal your full station"

While the others stand over the dead, Inti stands on the beach and looks around for a stick, before fiddling in the sand, attempting to sketch out a birds eye view of what he can see around him. He pauses, muttering a spell Know Direction, and then scratches an arrow off to the side of his drawing as to where North is.

Its not much, he thinks, looking critically at it, but I can add to it later if we do decide to go on a scouting trip..that or ranger boy can take a look at it and flesh it out further...if nothing else, at least I know where North is.

Init frowns slightly at Gudbjorn My ranging skills?, he asks curiously.

"Regardless, I think splitting up is probably a bad idea, at least until we know how and why we are here of all places, though I wouldn't be against us scouting as a group"

Assuming we were drugged and/or poisoned, would the perpetrator leave us with our arms? Or are we currently fighting bare handed?

TBH, im not sure why our perpetrator would even let us live in the first place.

Init: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

Inti curses loudly as he is awoken by a particularly sharp pain, reaching for his Scimitar as a move action, and then lashing out at this creature with his blade

attack roll: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
damage roll: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

wow not a single roll above 10

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

can we get a discussion tab set up, just in case some of us want to do something ooc related with the game

FORT: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20

Inti whispers back quietly "You needn't worry, I do not tend to judge a race based on the first few individuals I meet"

Names Mordack Tries to shake hands. So what brings you here?

Inti accepts the handshake "Oh, a bit of this and that", he chuckles. "Actually, in the Shackles I got caught doing something I really shouldn't have and sort of had to make a dash for it..this ship was travelling to a place that has held much interest to me, so I hopped on board and here I am"

Nothing pressing for me (RP wise)atm

Inti nods in acknowledgement "That it is good sir, and what is it that brings you here?"

Inti makes his way across the deck, for once being unsteady on his feet as he is unused to being on a boat. He sees several other people deep in conversation so finds a fairly quiet spot in the sunlight and looks out across the water.