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If I was a Chelish disgraced admiral, how would I dress for the opera?, ponders Galean as he stares into the crowds. Hopefully more comfortable than this., a though crosses the young druid's mind as he fumbles around with his collar.

Perception: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (11) + 17 = 28

"Ooh!", exclaims Galean. "Uh. Does that mean we have to have a behaviour as well? Because I never learned how to have a behaviour in fancy places.", the druid asks, paddle on his shoulder.

Galean nods, idly poking his nose as Nymph appears. "I suppose that should be good enough to get an audience with the man himself?", he asks, looking at the captain. "The question is, who would want to ransack a traitor's house? Either she was found, or this is looking like one of those...", he grumbles. "Policktical things."

I'm still pretty sure there's a cypher, too. I'm also pretty sure Galean is incapable of spelling his own middle name, so him deciphering that is out of the question.

"They're fine for, like, at least half a minute on land! And then they go back to the, uh...", Galean scratches his head. "The dolphin dimension.", his reply as a sea priest druid sounds a little less confident than he'd like.

Scratching his head after being unceremoniously dragged out of the opera, Galean picks his nose contemplatively. "Uh. Maybe we need to go to Drenchport and find Rowenna Kellet? Seems like that's the things that stuck out in the play.", he asks in the tone of a lost child.
"Or, we can go and find someone who recognises that carving."

I am also personally a bit lost. If there's a former Chelish admiral here, Yuki can probably attempt to get an audience with her rakish charms, and they can give us a hand. At a price, I imagine, too.

Galean sits quietly, until the mention of the Fifth Expedition. "Uh, I knew that, I think.", he nods, scratching his head. "We're definitely real pirates, even if we focus on the less stealy parts of pirating.", he argues in a childish tone.

"So, is it possible someone wrote the opera to be something like a proper gander sort of thing? To point out that the Chelish navy has been here for longer than it has to claim the seas as theirs by right of history?", the young druid seems to latch onto the idea, despite his ears reddening by the insults. "And if you don't believe I'm a pirate...", he crosses his arms, as a dolphin appears inbetween a harpiscord and a contrabass. "We have the seas on our sides." Galean gives the dolphin a stare, and the sea mammal disappears. "We just want, like a real professional's opinion, since we don't know the historical and the opera side of stuff. We know our furlongs and how to tie The Buttermaid's knot."

Galean, suprisingly clean and neat (for piratical standards), nods, taking off his hat. "We're, uh, probably less imbecilic than the average person too, uh. Sir.", he helpfully adds.

Aid Diplomacy: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (11) - 1 = 10 OMG YES! My power of persuasion grows!

Galean at the helm glances at the town. "Uh.", he mutters as the captain hails the welcoming party. "Not that I'm, well, telling you what to do.", he shrugs. "But I suggest we're extra careful here. An ex-Chelish pirate's port is bound to be at least twice as backstabby as compared to other ports." He scratches his head. "Just saying we might need to gorilla.", he turns to Nymph, grinning.

Galean scratches his head. "Uh. I think that the scrimshawer is going to know about, well. The scrimshaw.", he grins. "And, uh, the ladies in Quent seemed like the fancy folk that can tell what's the deal with that fancy letter book." He looks up to the Captain. "Captain, I don't like those letters. They seem all wrong and stuff."

That's possibly the first party I've seen that didn't have at least one of those skills. And we have a wizard, no less! I love it!

Hey guys!

Work is insane, as we're trying to push in the new project, while the old one's shrieking and complaining about not wanting to leave.

I'll get on a post tomorrow, sorry!

Galean shrugs, following in. "Uh. Maybe the Plane of Earth?", he scratches his head with his paddle. "Like, I don't know a lot about the planes, but I imagine we'd call our home plane the True one, and so would Rocky."

Moving ahead to the door, Galean reaches to open it.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (14) + 11 = 25
"We've got a wide assortment of animals you could talk to?", Galean helpfully adds.

We're definitely a persuasive bunch.

aid another, Diplomacy: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (6) - 1 = 5

"I, too, find your craftsmanship good. ", nods Galean.

Couldn't resist.

"Wait, are the merfolk cannibals?", Galean asks, scratching his head. "I mean, some of them might be, but not all of them?", he continues as pub imagery counteracts his knowledge of nature. "But I guess, there could be a picture of a human or a dwarf eating sahuagin guts. There's nothing stopping us from eating sahuagin guts, except that they're, like, poisonous and nasty." He pauses. "Am I reading too much into this?", he asks, blushing.

Galean's excitement to be setting sail to a new destination is barely contained in one Galean's body. Chipperly sailing away, his grin doesn't even begin to fade as the rain and wind begins to cover him toe to toe, and only sullies once he sails into port.

"Well.", he says, shouldering his paddle. "That's soggy, isn't it?", he shares, before nodding at the dockmaster. "Well, we were docked at Quent, and then we were sailing at North-North east for roughly...", he starts chatting away. "Uh. Quent.", he stops himself after a moment, giving the captain a glance. "I don't think that'll be one of our favourite ports.", he whispers once they've cleared the dockmaster.

I'd like to chip in, too.

I've quite liked the interactions Galean has had with Nymph. I agree, too, with the point about the conscience being a bonus, and it's not like we're the cutthroatiest bunch of pirates on the seas.

I don't think that you're dragging down the game, if anyone's doing that, it's surely me. *The slumbering Robo-Galean shudders in his murky abyss.* And, apologies for that to everyone.

All in all, regardless of what you decide, it's (been) a pleasure playing with you!

Galean blushes, then adds, "My auntie was a captain and she used to say stuff like... that. But insisted that we're really good with jars and tall shelves.", he confirms, nodding with a wise nod. "So, does anyone mind if I stay here and ask how to intimat... interrogate Chelish spies? I'm pretty sure they've got the knowledge and all."

Galean will probably stay in the temple, unless large animals are required somewhere else. I'd really want to help with the infamy, but we all know how that usually goes.

I don't think we want Galean running the Infamy check. As far as bad decision go, this one is about a 7, and that's only on a 1 to 5 scale.

Galean stares slack-jawed at the priestesses again, nodding at the Captain. "Yeah... uh... we came here to know stuff.", he affirms with confidence in his voice. "And if we knew what it was, then we wouldn't need to know it, right?", he attempts to impress with his wisdom.

We were looking for Chelish spies, right?

I think we might want to get some Infamy? I still have Wild Shape to spare, so call out if you'd prefer a giant lizard or a moth instead of the gorilla this time.

Loot updated.

"I was looking for... lemons. I swear.", Galean says, before looking at the wasp. "So, we found it.", he continues as he walks outside onto the main deck. "Hmmm. Captain, would this completely abandoned ship that we just captured be a good time to talk about what we're considering our role to be in the fluctuating political specter of the Mwangi Expanse and the Pirate Council?", he asks in a single breath, before looking around.

"I mean, Free Captaining is important, is all, and so is not dying."

OK, no more aiding!

"What the...did you just have a bird threaten me?"

"Caw.", calmly confirms Galean, raising his beak in the air. Taking a step forwards, a vicious claw opens, ready to grab the woman as soon as she starts doing anything aggressive. "Caw-Ptooo?", the bird screeches at Yuki quizzically with the sound of a badly trained speaking parrot.

Galean lands heavily next to the woman, letting out a screech from his massive beak. "Caaaaa!", he screeches out, before taking a not-too-terrifying seabird shuffle to the side.

IntimidAid: 1d20 - 1 + 4 ⇒ (2) - 1 + 4 = 5Almost got it. Almost.

Hey guys - turns out my work trip is a bit more time-consuming than I thought. I'll try and get something tomorrow, but no promises.

Sorry!

And Galean can fly as well. Or, as he'd put it right now, "Ca-a-a-w!"

Perception: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (14) + 17 = 31
Knowledge(Local): 1d20 ⇒ 12

Galean looks at the Captain and the wizards, then takes a step forward. A giant osprey appears where the druid was, letting out a screech.

Using Wild Shape. Str +4, Dex -2, +2 AC (total)
It was either this, or a Dire Puffin.

Galean lands his crocodile a moment later, a sad expression on his face. "It'll never be as good as the first time.", he wistfully sighs as the massive reptile disappears. "So, uh, Captain, who was that?", he asks as the crew go back on the bridge. Grabbing the wheel, he points to the ship. "What are the odds we get ambushed twice in the same spot?", he shrugs, setting sail as the Captain gives the order.

GM - I said I was getting onto the caiman's back and flying sky swimming away to chase the captain. If that doesn't work, though, then yes, it is dead. It should be 30 feet in the air, though.

Sorry for the delay.

Not sorry for the crocodile sky cavalry. They should've sent a bard.

Bah. My bad!

The giant gavial roars, as his fangs bite into the pirate foolish enough to attack the seagull. Tumbling on the deck, it hurls him into its mouth with a scream. Crunching with delight, the gharial then begin pedaling its tiny legs in the air as if it were water, setting towards the pirate captain. Galean runs through the mists onto the beast's back, brandishing his paddle forwards. "Onwards, my steed! To capture that foul coward!", he roars as he precariously balances onto the beast's massive back.

Bursting through the mists is the figure of the scrawny sea druid, waving a paddle with the smile of a madman, holding onto a thirty-foot crocodile's back swimming through the air. "For Captain Yuki! For the Calamitous Intent! For Besmara!", he shouts at the red-dressed captain.

As the ancient predator rises in the mists, Galean raises his hands, as the sound of howling winds and murky depths begins to swirl around the druid.

I did summon four birds. But I've always struggled with maths. Please ignore the last, succulently critting bird.

I've got to say, I may be burning through spell slots right now, but making a huge flying crocodile is a thing every druid needs to do once in their lifetime.

I don't make the rules.

As the pirates board the ship, Galean points his finger at the pirates, as the seagulls begin their horrid shrieking and screeching, pouncing on them with impunity. And seagull noises.

Galean, not finished, raises his fist in the air, as massive mists begin to churn on the port-side of the ship. "You wished for terror! I'll show you terror!", he roars as the mists continue swirling.

I sure am glad I don't have to roll all those in person.

Will Save: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14

Reflex: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12

Galean stumbles on the ground, before looking up at the crimson pirate. "No! YOU pay in blood and plunder!", he shouts a defiant comeback at the pirate, his arms beginning to wave in the air, as four massive albatrosses appear, circling the foremast. "Get her!", he shouts at the birds.

Birds.: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4Stats in Galean's character sheet.

I may have posted while rummed up, thus missing the word 'not' when I read your post. I think it is the piratical thing to do.

Galean quickly turns the ship around once the order becomes clearer. "Right, Cap'n. Do NOT go into the trap.", he confusedly apologises, steering the ship backwards. "It could confuse them. If there is a them.", he adds.

"Aye, Cap'n!", shouts Galean, steering the ship towards the mystery vessel. "Ayre, could it be an illusion? I've heard of illusions." He lowers his voice. "And it would be good for morale of the ship to show them that they're not slower than the crew of that vessel.", he adds for the ears of the command crew.

Profession(Sailor): 1d20 + 26 ⇒ (9) + 26 = 35

Galean shakes his head, clearing his throat. "Uh... technically, flying monkeys are creatures that are innately magical, so I can't just turn into one. There's no way that a monkey is light enough to fly otherwise...", he begins saying, before frowning. "You were joking."

I am silly and forgot to check. Robo-Galean shakes his mechanical head in shame.

Scratching his head, Galean shrugs. "Possibly? Or it could have invisible crew? Or a ghost crew?", he theorises, setting course for the ship. "I've never chased a ghost ship before.", he grins.

Galean looks at Yuki. "What do you see, Captain?", he asks as he cheerfully steers the ship. "We can take a better look from the mast, can't we?", he scratches his head.

Galean would Monkey Fish and climb the mast if prompted.
Perception: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (12) + 17 = 29And whatever bonuses the Farglass gives.

They suck.

Unlike the Calistrians? *dodges rotten vegetables*

Galean, after a long conversation with another navigator, "...No, obviously using birch for your mizenmast is insane... What's next, you use Aroden's Buckle for navigating in the winter?...", bursts into a room in the Temple, pointing down at the map, with a victorious shout. "Aha! I've found whe... I'mreallysorrythisisthewrongroomwhatareyoudoingwiththatfeatherdustergoodbye haveaniceday."

...After two very clear knocks on the next door down the corridor, Galean slowly opens the door, his cheeks burning red. "Uh, Cap'n! I found where they've probably wrecked the ship, and I've plotted a course."Can I buy one of those in here?, his thoughts float back to the revelations of his immediate past.

Profession(Sailor): 1d20 + 26 ⇒ (14) + 26 = 40

Galean doesn't wait for a second offer to start looking at the ships on the docks, despite the offer of hammering. "Oh, Quent is so large! That's a fishing boat... Except it's sitting way too low. There's bound to be something else on it.", he excitedly exclaims as he pulls Yuki's sleeve. "And that's a junk! Wow! And a great one at that!", he points to another ship with beautifully coloured sails. "And that.", he points to a third. "Is a piece of junk.", he shrugs. "Cap'n, there's bound to be some other navigators who're willing to exchange some knowhow on currents, drifts and reefs. And about sails! And wood! Did you know that...", he carries on for as long as he's tolerated, before running towards the docks.

In Galean's mind, there's only one winner in the fight between corvettes and corselets, Bahrin!

Galean frowns even as he blushes red. "I know!", he says out in an annoyed tone. "My mother was a priestess... Uh, of Besmara, of course.", he adds quickly, before crossing his arms, yet his eyes are drawn a lot more to the Calistrian than to either Bahrin or Ayre. He grins. "And if you tease me again, next time you go for a swim, you should start watching out for dolphins.", he points an accusatory finger at the sorcerer.

I understand that RL goes first quite well, myself! I was marooned on the desert, PbP-less, beaches of work for a couple of months, after all.

All the best!

Galean's mouth gapes at the charts. His eyes follow, as if trying to take in the charts all at once. His fingers almost stretch towards the maps, as he looks at the captain. "Uh, Cap'n? This is the other sort of bribery I'm very open to. Gifts.", he clears his throat and hums out. "And Quent sounds pretty interesting. What else is there?", he asks.

Galean scratches his head at Tessa's offer, before realising it's probably not polite, but deciding to go through with it regardless. "I should hope not.", he mutters half-heartedly, hoping his best that his cheeks aren't betraying him once more. "Were-gor...", he clears his throat. "The Chelish are bad, I'm glad we can agree on that. But, uh, the Captain does the talking stuff. Not me. Except for me now.", his mouth quickly adding before snapping up. I don't want to be a part of a fleet. Or do I? I never seen a pirate fleet-fleet., he thinks, his mind carrying away to him spearheading an attack on the Chelish navy, behind the wheel of the Calamitous Intent, his hat only second in size to the Captain's.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (5) + 11 = 16 I don't think Galean follows.

Galean turns red, biting his lips. "Uh... yeah...", he says, a trickle of sweat rolling down his brow. "Darn those... uh, dastardly Mwangi and their were-gorillas, am I right? It's a really, really hot morning this morning, right?", he clears his throat several times as he looks at the others handing over their weapons. Pointing towards the rowboat paddle in his hands, he scratches his head. "Uh, it's not really a weapon, but I'll leave it here.", he says, giving the man a stare, as if almost daring him to question why Galean is carrying a paddle. And it's not like I need a weapon.

Perception: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (16) + 17 = 33

Galean, at the fear of being branded a Chelish agent, has changed his clothes to a bit more presentable uniform. His usually patchy coat is cleaned, and he looks even somewhat presentable. His eyes glare around somewhat nervously, as he looks at the man. Scratching his head under Sandara's hat, he looks at the flashy pirate with an odd, distrusting look.

Galean watches the pummeling for a moment, then shrugs. "Cap'n has a point. Pressganging isn't fun. I think in just about any port they'll hang her for that." Turning to Trevor, Galean starts speaking. "Well, there'll be hunters and stuff on the island. If we get two cages for bears, we'd be able to fit a whole command crew in there if need be.", he reasons. "And that's not going to be too expensive. If we tie those in the Secure Storage on the lower deck, we could use them to serve a dual purpose - if someone breaks into or our of one of them, they also have to break into the other. And it's not like we're using it for anything, right now."

Galean's suggestion is buying two cages, sized for Large beasts, which would be 60gp alltogether. Carrying them would be a little bit harder, since they weight 240lbs each, but both me and Trevor could probably pick them up easily. And Gorillean can carry them both at the same time.

Galean raises his hand meekly. "Uh... I think I might've been a bit treasonous. Not too much, though.", he shares, before shrugging. "So, what do we do with Caulky?", he expectantly looks at the Captain. "Do you want to come with us? We are a bit nicer. But with a lot more flying sharks and dolphins.", he offers. "And lashings are on demand only."