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Baen comes out of sleep and sits up, grabbing at his rapier. "Who?! What?!" he blabbers, startled.

In pathfinder, at least, they indicated a character has just a -20 to perception rolls for being asleep, so if they can beat the DC of the perception check (sounds of combat was a literal -10, which worked cause the DC increased because of distance and walls, etc.)then they could hear the noise and wake up.

If they do either, I hope they take it further from camp... :P

Baen's able to take first watch then.

I will assist as needed but I don't see an immediate thing I CAN help with.

I'm here, I'm just not seeing an opportunity for me to act yet.

I do have persuasion and performance at +6, and Insight +3...

"Right. Good idea." Baen agrees with Jun. "Let's see... I don't think I'm capable of doing that spell. But I'll see what comes to mind when I view them."

Baen listens respectfully and asks questions where appropriate. Of course, he would want to go to the funeral. Of course, afterwards he would want the group to continue on towards the epicenter of the strange plague and investigate.
He does not offer any possible solutions, simply deflecting any questions about what it could be with "I won't know unless we go there."
Afterwards, he will check the room arrangement, and make sure Bellaluna and Nikeisha are okay in one room or if they prefer a different bunk arrangement. He'll check the windows, and try to see a place that Shenkt would feel comfortable resting within sight of the window. If found, he will head down to Shenkt and relay the location, letting him know that he'd like to be able to keep an eye on him during his watch.

Which is what he then goes room to room and talks to the group about. Stuff happening in people's sleep sounds like they're being snuck up on, and even being in town hasn't saved anyone. He suggests that they post watches just like they were camping out in the wilderness.

"Fair enough!" Baen will reply.

Hack growls in Nikeisha's direction, and calls to Baen.

No worries, Baen, I'll be sleeping under the stars, as usual.

He steps to the bar.

I could use an ale.

Baen raises an eyebrow. "You sure? I don't mind sharing a room with you. It'll help us form bonds of companionship." he calls after Shenkt.

If the barbarian still decides against it, Baen will use the extra bed space to help juggle people's sleeping arrangements around so no one has any problems.

"That's me." the bard proclaims proudly. "Though it wasn't on my own; the people of Silver Shoals made it all possible."

Baen seems pleased that people recognize him and nods his head in the mayor's direction when he's looked over. "Pleasure to meet you, mayor. I'll be down to discuss things once I drop off my things." he says. He'll take his gear up to his room and stow it before coming down and meeting everyone to discuss the situation in town.

Baen would have gone into the tavern with the group then. Sorry been busy with work the last couple days.

"I heard tell of there being some kind of malady in the town." Baen says, leaning against the counter nearby. "I'm Baen of Silver Shoals. Maybe I can help?"

AND your teeth! :D

Baen tends to keep himself clean, but could use a magical sprucing up. He will turn to the group once the ship has departed. "All right, I'm going to ask around the town, see if I can find out some information." he says.

Hoping to use my Rustic Hospitality from being a folk hero to help get us someplace we can stay for the rest of the night, and then use it to gather information about the situation in the morning. Is that a persuasion check?

Baen gives the man thanks and departs the ship quickly, so as to not hold them back.

I don't have any problem with any person's portrayals of their characters, I think this is just Baen's way of speaking. He's more direct and to the point than other bards. I've had to revise several of his posts before I submit them cause they were too... bard-ey.

"Yes. I'll go." Baen offers.

Baen looks at the elf crying over the frog men and sighs. "I think you're Naive." he says to Ashrie. "Living creatures kill and eat each other all the time. Survival of the fittest. Anyone who has BEEN outside would have learned that." he says. "They tried to take what's ours, and our lives, and death is the natural price to pay for failure, just the same as if they had attacked a bear's den."

He will stab the other unconscious frogman through the heart to punctuate his statement. "A swift death is a kinder mercy than you are inflicting on that injured one."

Baen will rise to his feet, shaking his head. "Thanks, Jun." he says. "Overestimated my durability, it seems."

He will check over the suspiciously un-mangled bodies and seeing they're not dead, merely sleeping, he sighs and looks to the group. "Finish them?" he asks. "Dunno what they could tell us, probably just raiders."

It's okay. I know what it's like to have to take care of everything that you normally share with your partner. :) Just post when you can, we'll try to hold our excitement from running amok.

Happy new year!

My new years resolution is going to be 300 DPI.

"No you vile frogs! Enough of this! Now you die!" Yells Luna as she quickly stands up.

If possible she will stand over Baen's prone form so as to both, protect him and get a flanking bonus?

Luna will do a swirling hand-chop through the air striking at the frog-man with the purple ribbons.

[dice=Attack]1d20 + 6 + 2 if allowed to flank?

[dice=Damage]1d4 + 4 Yes!

Flanking actually gives you advantage on your attack roll I think instead of a +2 that it does in Pathfinder. Way better. Thanks for covering my butt! Maybe I should have healed myself...

Baen strikes the Cyan frogman directly in front of him, lunging forward and embedding his rapier into the creature's chest.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17
damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

If Luna is getting healed by Tavir, I'll heal Shenkt

"You've got this Shenkt! Your wounds aren't that bad!" he shouts to the barbarian. Using my bonus action to cast healing word.

Healing!: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6 hit points healed.

And if Cyan is down, Baen then moves to flank the last one with Jun.

I'll be amazed if it even gets to me!

Baen takes this inspiration highly, stabbing heroically at the bullywug before him.

attack: 1d20 + 5 + 1d6 ⇒ (5) + 5 + (5) = 15
damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

"Who's hungry for frog legs?" Baen calls out.

Whenever I run a game around christmas, I deliver the characters gifts via the most ripped reindeer ever, with burning embers gusting from its nostrils and it may or may not breathe fire. No one's tried fighting the advanced infernal reindeer, but they have enjoyed the gifts he leaves them.

And happy holidays to anyone who enjoys other holidays, too!

... Just gotta cover my bases.

... Just understand that sometimes we peasant humans might just call you "loony" for your strange elven ways. :P
In jest, of course.

Baen pulls himself to his feet and draws his rapier in a flash.
Draw weapon/rise to feet
Blinking at the frog man, he starts laughing to himself. "Frogs!? You don't even look threatening, much less dangerous?!"
Casting Vicious Mockery at the closest of the two Bullywugs. DC 14 wisdom save or it takes 1d4 psychic damage and has disadvantage on his next attack roll. I just couldn't resist trying this spell, because fencing bards and insults just feels right.

Baen bows his head. "Thank you, Captain." he says, moving to go help the crew. He doesn't complain about the work, and if he hears others in the group complaining he will shrug and say this is not the worst job someone could have.

Baen had been quiet for most of the discussion, but he felt that familiar pull in his heart. This captain wasn't unsympathetic, yet he had duties too. Baen understood that, but knew that there was a spark of care in the elf's heart that he felt he could enkindle, with the right words.

"Good captain, I understand your duties and requirements. We are merely trying to do the good work laid before us. Working together for the peace of all would be better than some of us failing our duties because we could not find our way to our task." Though Baen's speech is plain, and definitely bears hints of his peasant upbringing, he has a backbone and an earnest tone in his voice.
"Please, we can find a place that's out of the way to berth, but we need passage. Many of us are strong of body and spirit, and can help with the journey along the way, reduce the burden of our presence. We promise you that our mission is of great import. A whole village is under some kind of threat that might kill silently, and by all signs it is still spreading. What good is defeating the orcs if you return to a land ravaged by disease or magic?"

Persuasion: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

Yeah, don't worry about it. We'll be here when you get the time.

"Well, Jun, got any idea how we should talk to this guy?" Baen asks before they're in earshot. "He looks like the hardline faithful sort."

Baen will hang around and stay with Jun, in case he needs someone else at hand.

Huh, neat!

Tradebay? Oh, must be where he's from. Baen thinks to himself. Letting Jun handle the negotiations for passage since he had the contacts.

Updated! Soon the docks will also know of Baen the Brave! :D

"Hehehe..." Baen chuckles, scratching his chin. "Well I did the proper thing and cleaned up before meeting the senator, so I'm ready to sail." he says, supporting Nikeisha's insistence on leaving.

"Well you've all heard my name, so I'll not bore you with that." Baen starts. "I've got some skill with my rapier and a little magic. I've got some experience trading and working with your average folk, and... I'm pretty good at fixing up your boots, should they be worn out." he says plainly.

Baen is obviously entranced by the beauty and glamour of the senator and her cause just enforces his admiration of the lady. She's a good person. he realizes, the smile on his face is honest and from a belief of the possible good of humanity.

Excusing himself from the group, he makes his way to the dais.

"I have a few questions for the senator." Baen says respectfully. "As well as extend my condolences for the loss of her nieces. Losing family is hard, but the people of the republic are with her." he looks the man. "I'm Baen 'the brave', a hero of Silver Shoals, and of Westwatch. If I can lend my aid, I will do so."
Persuasion: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

This is what I get for going to bed early! :D

Baen watches the conversation, replying to anyone's questions or statements when appropriate and is just grinning at what looks like a good until the elven lady shows up. "Ma'am, I know what a ruffian looks like, and I am not it. Though I understand your desire to protect the lady, she's here for the same reason you are, so I'm sure she can take care of herself." He hasn't lost his cheer, despite the mild rebuke.

"Please, have a seat, get a drink. Let's hear what the senator has to say and most importantly, try and be friends, yeah?"

Baen takes the man's hand and shakes it, making an effort not to wince at his outclassed grip strength. God, this man's huge.

"I'm Baen. Around Westwatch they call me Baen the Brave, though." he pats the Viol leaning against his leg (It's somewhere between a violin and a cello in size, so it's not a small instrument). "Have had an ear for music most of my life, but Adventure's what I hear playing my tune."

Baen had shown up early. At least, he had thought it would be early, but he'd been beaten there by 3 swordsman, 2 mages of some sort, and a dwarf wearing nothing but studded leather pants and decorative iron beard adornments.

He himself was a young man, lean but tough, and his skin darkened from being outside in the sun often. His hair is black, cut short but not in any particular fashion other than 'out of the way'. His eyes are a warm brown, and though his chin was strong and he would be considered quite handsome by many, there were signs in his appearance that he had grown up without enough food as a child. He's moved up in the world since then, obviously, as he can afford real armor and weapons, though all of them are purely functional and have little to do with looking pretty. Still, he manages to put it all together into a charismatic package. He does have a fine blue cloak, something that does look new and well-cared for.

At first, he balked as things got busy. But the more that people looked at him as one of the other adventurers, the more his confidence came back. They couldn't tell how inexperienced he was. They wouldn't know that he's just a village cobbler-turned adventurer. He had found a seat against the center of the back wall of the main room of the tavern, and carefully strung the bow for his Viol. He was certain there would be 'professional' entertainment later when it started getting dark, so he wanted to get a chance to do something to relax a bit.

To whatever barmaid or barkeep that he can speak to first, he asks "Do you mind if I practice a bit, at least until your official entertainment shows up for the night?"
There was no music mentioned in the description so I figure I'll ply my bardic trade.

Performance: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
His music isn't perfect, but it's definitely not terrible either. It's obvious his heart's into it, and the music selection and tone are both excellent.

Greetings and well met!

And I wouldn't worry too much; the haughty and prideful find themselves knocked down eventually. :P

If we screw up badly enough, you'll eat dirt just like my unsophisticated commoner ass would! :D I think it'll be fine. Everyone's going to have an interesting time interacting with each other's idiosyncracies