Jarvis laughs at the idea of blessing an entire lagoon full of water, and joins Jordan in his singing.
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The more voices the merrier! Peg those little creeps if you please! Jarvis says, waiting for Jordan to indicate he's ready.
Oooh, I could use Culder's hat as a crow's nest!
Jarvis, struggling to hold on the back of Culder, can't seem to see much more than the Cap'n's posterior. What's that bird squawkin' about?
We know that some of the buggers came from this tunnel, probably best to head that direction? Jarvis says, letting his singing stop for the moment.
Jarvis continues to pulse out a strong song, seeing that some of his compatriots are still fighting the good fight. Reaching out to brush Culder's back, he pumps some healing energy into the big man.
Jarvis continues his singing.
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Jarvis keeps his voice running, his song pumping as he hears Jordan flounder in the deeper water. Casting a glance over his shoulder, he sees Aghon moving back towards the group. Nodding his head at the priest's instruction, he moves back.
The look of fury that crosses Jarvis'face is only matched by the fury that has been plastered on Culder's face with each miss of the grindylows. His voice starts weaving in and out as he flicks a ball of wax off his finger. From the passage ending at 1B, the echoing sounds of a dozen pirates in a battle rage starts approaching the group of grindylows from behind.
Jarvis continues his lilting melody, keeping his spirits up. However just as he launches into a new verse, in a swirl of mist and a spray of water, a poisonous frog appears in the space to Culder's right! As soon as the creature appears, Jarvis points out the Grindylow immediately next to Culder. The frog gnashes out at the creature, trying to bite it!
Frog Stats:
N Tiny Celestial +1 Init, darkvision 60' AC 13 | HP 4 F: 2 | R: 3 | W: -1 Resist Acid, Cold, Electricity 5 10' walk, 20' swim 1d20+3 does 1 damage + DC10 Fort save poison. Save 1/round for 6 rounds. 1d2 Con damage.
Jarvis keeps his performance running and starts weaving a new melody under the harmony line. The words keep flowing, magic clearly enhancing them as he goes.
Once Jordan has done whatever he plans on doing, Jarvis begins his song anew, filling his friends with battlefever.
Jarvis focuses on holding on to Culder's long coat, not able to really effectively watch for much of anything.
Jarvis reaches out and touches the Captain's oar, causing it to glow brightly. Sure thing! I can always get some light in a dark place1! Jarvis says cheerily. Another clap on the Captain's back and a bit of healing magic flows into him.
If that's where we may have luck finding our shipmates, or even whatever loot these little thieves have made off with, we should absolutely - ah - relieve them of their mortal coils. Jarvis says with a chuckle as he stops singing for the moment.
Jarvis sets out singing a low dirge, just enough that his compatriots can hear him, but not so far as to carry deeper into the caverns. As he sings, he moves a little bit closer to his friends.
Well, it can't be any worse than facing off against Plugg or that lot. May as well take the leap! Jarvis says, taking his rapier in his hand.
Jarvis went to sleep, same as most nights. Songs running through his head, most of the dirty, none of them fit for pleasant company. In his dreams, new melodies flitted in front of him. A strange thing happened then. Memories of those blasted frogs took his mind, like after a long LONG bout of drink. There was something with the magic, some way he could summon one from nothing. Perhaps other creatures as well, but those nasty frogs dominated his dream. Hopping here and there and everywhere. When he did wake up, everything seemed about the same. Though, he scratched out a few chord progressions and note patterns that seemed to want a minor key. And slow. Slow enough to lull one into a fit of sleepiness. Interesting - and then a major fifth, just for strange measure? But - ahhhh, that's why. It makes sense now. he muttered. When Aghon wakes, and speaks of Jordan singing, he almost snorts. Aye, the day Jordan sings, he and I will become a traveling bardic duet. Mark my words. he says, a chuckle in his voice.
Short and dirty:
I think that's everything....
Sorry all, I've been slammed with work and sick little ones and a bought of stomach blech myself. Finally back to feeling like normal! I'll be getting on leveling today/tonight. Real life is such a drag.... :)
Hey, is it possible these little buggers are trying to lure us into their caves where they know all the bends and curves? Jarvis says, the concept just now dawning on him. Let's set up camp here, rest until morning, and then make our move at the morning's low tide, yes? he offers, ready for a bit of a nap after all the excitement.
Jarvis nocks another bolt into his crossbow, happy to see the crackling blue-white field surround the head. Sighting in on his previous target, he lets it fly.
Jarvis sights down his crossbow and lets a bolt fly, hoping it hits.
I'm OK with it, really. At the moment, it's been rough getting into Jarvis' head (scampering about on land isn't his wheelhouse so much).
Jarvis looks out a bit and down into the pool of water. We could likely drop down that hole with a decent bit of effort. Doesn't look like there'd be any rocks down there. However, most of those lower caves are going to be better explored at low-tide. He does a bit of maneuvering to look at the sun and the surf and you see his fingers flicking in a counting motion. Probably another 2 or 3 hours to the next one. After that, it'll be daybreak before we would get a chance.
I've no issue with that Vinnie. You'll likely see about the best use from it. Jarvis says with a chuckle. As for the island being an undeath trap, it certainly seems that way, doesn't it? Vile place. he says, shuddering.
Jarvis brings his crossbow up, slipping a bolt into the groove and cocking it. Calmly, he pulls the trigger, aiming for the undead creature. Eat a bolt!
Jarvis is breathing pretty heavily at the summit of their climb. He looks about, trying to spot anything interesting.
Hut times ahead!
You know, that does look an awful lot like corn, doesn't it? Jarvis says, trying desperately to see more than his short stature allows.
I suppose I could take that dagger from ya, Jordan. Jarvis offers, slipping the nice dagger into his belt.
What are we hoping to find here? Jarvis says with a grin.
Jarvis moves to stand near to Culder and Aghon. Reaching out, he brushes Aghon's back, sending soothing magic across the priest. In the meantime, his song continues pulsing through the group.
Jarvis starts up his song, tales about punching zombies in the face this time.
I agree, let's end these creatures.
Sneaking past is a bad plan. I'd not much like leaving them unchecked at our backs. Like Aghon said, no good undead. Period. We should end these things. Jarvis says, setting a bolt in his crossbow once more.
Jarvis winds up and sends a bolt out at the other frog, his voice still crooning.
Jarvis unleashes another bolt, his voice still crooning on and on.
Aiming at the nearest frog, Jarvis lets loose a bolt!
Jarvis swings his crossbow off his back and starts up a song.
With our pacing and such, I'm fine with us rolling up against some slightly de-tuned fights. I mean, we are losing a damnable wrecking ball of a man. I do want the Cap'n to have the chance to return and claim both anchor and ship, so let's do whatever DM hand wavy magic you've got to limbo state him for a few weeks. I'm good with that. Also, sorry, I've had a heck of a time getting on Paizo from work lately. Thankfully things are stabilizing at home somewhat, so I should be better to post from there.
Like as much he'd roll over and pin it on someone else. Spineless dog that he is.
May as well check out these huts first. Make sure nothing is going to come out at us while we do the rest of our exploration. Plus, maybe a bottle of proper rum! Jarvis says quietly to the group.
I volunteer sir. Not much use for a rigging rat when we're sitting in port. I can also look for anything we could use to bolster or rigging supplies. Never know what will turn up. Jarvis offers, happily.
Jarvis, now away from the Grindylow, pops to his feet, face full of rage. Deciding to cast caution to the wind, hoping the creatures are more fixated on their current people rather than himself, breaks out into a jog, trying to get around behind Narwhal.
Jarvis, accustomed to not always being on his feet, moves quickly to tuck and roll out of the way of the creatures before popping up to his feet, voice still ringing out.
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