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Kutu shaken by this seemingly unbeatable mechanical monster loses his footing and falls. "Damn this monster is going to send me to Pharasma's boneyard if I'm not more careful."
As Kutu is struck while on the ground he grimaces silently in pain. As the unknown liquid enter him feels sick. Then he feels Orla's healing magic and momentarily feels better until he starts to stand. "Thanks Orla," he manages to get out before being overcome by sickness.[b]"What the hell is that liquid," he asks trying to garner any information he can about the golem.
Action 1: Stand
Kutu moves around the golem yelling in frustration, "Damn golem! It's skin seems to hard to slash!" From behind Kutu inspects the golem closely trying to recall any information he can from all the tales he's heard on his travels as a guard.
Unable to remember anything, Kutu, attempts to trip the monster again.
Action 1: Move
Sneak attack:
When your enemy can’t properly defend itself, you take advantage to deal extra damage. If you Strike a creature that has the flat-footed condition with an agile or finesse melee weapon, an agile or finesse unarmed attack, or a ranged weapon attack, you deal an extra 1d6 precision damage. For a ranged attack with a thrown melee weapon, that weapon must also be agile or finesse. Surprise attack:
You spring into combat faster than foes can react. On the first round of combat, if you roll Deception or Stealth for initiative, creatures that haven’t acted are flat-footed to you. Hearing the loud booming voice, Kutu strides around the corner to see the towering enemy. "Lady of Graves! What horror is this?" Not waiting for a reply he swipes at the metallic behemoth. "No wasted movement," he thinks to himself as he continues his attack attempting to knock the monster down.
Action 1: Stride
Having grown up with jungle orcs Kutu pays no mind to the gruffness of Gol. "She reminds me of old Yarzol," he thinks to himself with a chuckle. He nods at her not bothering to introduce himself. At the arrival of their Dwarven guide Kutu studies him very closely knowing that they will very dependent on his knowledge.
Realizing that he is one of the jungle dwarves from the Expanse he relaxes and adds. "My tribe has traded with the occasional Taralu the few times we've come across them. Their tools and goods were always of a good quality.
With Bert back and feeling better Kutu finally relaxes. He bundles himself up in his winter clothes and plops down exhausted. Kutu wants to find the sailor who bet a silver on him, but decides against it. "All's well that ends well," he thinks to himself reluctantly looking into a drink some sailor offered him.
"No wasted movement," Kutu thinks to himself, but he's a second too slow. The spines strike him the shoulder and he grimaces in pain. "Hrrrrr," he growls upset with himself and the serpents. Kutu moves himself into position next to Gabros facing the purple serpent. Taking his sickle he bangs it against his chest, locks eyes with the purple serpent and roars. "FOR BLOOD AND HONOR!!" he yells as he swings his sickle.
Action 1: Move Action 2: Intimidate Action 3: Attacks
Kutu hits the deck and rolls until he comes to a stop. He feels the pain again from his earlier run in with a barrel. He also feels the same embarrassment. He continues to lie on the deck until he hears the cheering of winning sailor. What is bad luck for one, is good luck for another," he thinks. He pities himself for only a second more before he jumps up remembering the danger the gray presents. He quickly checks himself making sure he didn't accidently come in contact with any of the mold then joins the others. He speaks to Gabros, "You seem to have a real handle on this situation. What should we do next?'
Remembering that he also has alchemist fire Kutu moves to join Inzo and Gabros on the other side. Noticing Hammicks recent arrival Kutu nods to him saying, More hands are always welcomed. Many hands make the basket lighter as my tribespeople say, or scrape the moss up faster in this case" Kutu attempts the climb and jump.
Salty cold ocean spray chokes Kutu right as he’s about to reply to Bert. Gahk,” he gulps as the barrel he’s trying to corral strikes his shoulder and knocks him down. His joints and his pride hurt equally as he jumps back up refusing to stop helping. Kutu finds Bert’s manic laughter infectious and begins laughing also enjoying the feeling of the spray on his face. ”Not today Granny Death,” he yells and goes to imitate Bert’s rude gestures raising his hands but is reminded of his failure by his hurting joints. “Maybe I should not tempt her further,” and instead walks off to check and see if needs any help. Kutu returns the captains nod, but refuses to take anything. His pride injured he could never imagine taking a reward.
Kutu briefly takes notice of the ship but quickly turns his attention back to the goings on of the crew. When he hears Bert’s warning he pulls out a javelin and braces himself for an attack.
Kutu found Inzo very amusing. He found the general enthusiasm of Goblins a lot more likable than the general dourness of Orcs. Some would say my ability to be unnoticed would be part of my specialty. I've been told by many northerners that I am what they call a "jack of all trades". I like to say that I do well at being unseen and if that doesn't work I can be quite convincing, AND if that doesn't work I have no problem using my blade to solve problems" Kutu takes Orla up on her offer and also goes shopping. Kutu is very appreciative of her and how easy it seems for her to be kind. He also buys alchemist fire. Then shivering he turns to the gnome and halfling and pleads, "If you don't mind could you advise me on the proper winter clothes to purchase." Kutu spends the 3gp and 4sp and walks back with Orla.
Kutu had silently been stewing ever since the temperature started to drop on the boat ride over. "Of course my first blasted society mission would be some land that doesn't have enough sun to keep my bones warm," he thought. Though he was miserable he begrudgingly smiled and nodded politely to all of his fellow society members that he came across on the ship. Even while landing and meeting their contact he remained silent though polite. Kutu thought if he was quiet and concentrated he could generate his own heat. He finally realized the futility of trying to generate his own heat and decided to join in on the introductions. "Sorry for the rudeness. I am still trying to adjust to the coldness of this land. I am Kutu of the Rain-Kin tribe in the Mwangi Jungle. I look forward to working with you all." "AH the Steaming Sea! Maybe we will finally get some warmth."
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