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"Ican uh, easily help pay for more steeds, if that's needed. You don't have to go out of your way like that..."

"Ah.... yes, that works."

Slashiir shudders at the executions, but reminds herself that they were only beasts. At least, they were as far as she was aware. "Uh, I'm alright, I think.. My head it still fuzzy from whatever the... insect thing did. But I think I'll be okay."

She sighs, lowering her hammer. "That was... different." She looks over at the likely terrified halfling, "Are, uh, are you okay?"

Constitution Save: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

She manages to give the thing a queer look as she shrugs off. "What?

wisdom save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14

She barely manages to pull herself awake, and groggily get's to her feet, and picks up her hammer. "Urgh..."

Seeing there's still enemies about, she swings her hammer at the prone one using both hands to take advantage of the opportunity.

Warhammer Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16
Warhammer Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21 Taken
Warhammer Damage 2handed : 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Warhammer Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27 Taken
Warhammer Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
Warhammer Damage 2handed : 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

Potentially 36 damage.

con save: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

Slashiir's eyes roll back as she sways, falling to the ground.

She is quick to enter a rage, her eyes turning blood shot as she rushes over to swing the hammer into the creature, of which she's never seen. She still holds her shield, and continues to leave her Maul untouched

Warhammer Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26
Warhammer Damage Rage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

Warhammer Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19
Warhammer Damage Rage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

init: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20

"Erm. I uh, have a bit more then, maybe was necessary... I can try help anyone else, when it comes to buying them."

She shudders again at the thought. "That's... that's horrible! Who could do such a thing?"

She seems relieved to see that the curse has yet to affect her hometown, as she looks over Xarcaster's coast. As much she disagreed with her family, she did wish them spared of this. Though, she frowned, to see how for the plagues have spread already... was disconcerting. "If it could help in stopping all of this, I'll go there. I... I don't have my own horse, but I think I can purchase one here in town..."

Shudders, all this casual talk of the walking dead unnerved her. Such stories never reached her back home, and even during her travels over the year she had yet to encounter mention of such things. The real world truly is more then she had assumed. "Do you really think that she had soemthinh to do with... uhm, that?"

"There are dead things that attack people?!" She looks, rightfully, kinda terrified by the prospect.

She shudders at the thought, "T-the dead walk? How could something like that happen?"

She blinked at the onslaught of information, before nervously fiddling with her unmarked insignia ring. The information regardless though, was troubling. Hopefully her more experienced companions here though, could make better sense of what it all meant in the end.

"Ah... well... It's, nice to meet you, uh, Mr. Jerimiah... though the circumstances really could be better. I'm Me-ah, er, Slashiir... Slashiir Sianikiir." She hoped that her family's name wasn't known on these shores, much preferring to be seen as a commoner.

Wow, she thinks to herself, this man is unbelievably cowardly. But she pushes those thoughts aside, aware of their hypocrisy in some respects. "Perhaps it... seems like my assumptions were correct? I think the... royal family, there is someone among them that we need to speak with... Do you have an idea on what they looked like, or, sounded like, if you heard their voice through the sphere?"

Startles at the noise, turning around and spotting robin,mas well as the seemingly noble halfing. "Wh-who are you? Are you... were you, one of the prophets friends?"

"Maybe there could be... something in Hyades? That seal on the letter, it's from the royal family there."

She ponders at why a letter with that seal would be here of all places, before being drawn out of her wondering by Shaani. "Those monsters that attacked us before? Maybe they knew we were coming to see the prophet, and that's why they struck...." She trails off, her gaze returning to the empty letter. She goes to pick it up tentatively, if anything then to distract her from the corpse.

Her stomach queasy, she starts to back away and leave, but she realizes that this is something she needs to get used to if she wanted to be an adventurer.

Insight: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

She held a hand to her mouth, shocked at the scene. She was... familiar, with death, but to see it like this was always hard. Following them in, trying to stay away from the blood, she took the scene around her in.

Investigation: 1d20 ⇒ 15

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

She looked uneasily at the graveyard as they passed it by, stories of dead things walking sticking at the forefront of her mind. She may never have encountered something of the sort before, but there were enough stories out there.

When they finally reached the house, she perked up. "A-ah, here, right? This is where the prophet man lives?"

The elvish noble was quick to follow the roguish captain out of the tavern. The smell was... starting to get to her. And she'd very much like to meet this prophet soon.

She walks in, feeling slightly out of place in a tavern like this. She looks around, somewhat curious. Taverns are places she usually avoided, if anything due to her family warning her of the likely exaggerated tails of filth and scum that commonly occupied them.

She looks between the two, momentarily confused, before she recalled the brief incidents earlier on the ship. Tieflings really were an interesting people, if they had the ability to speak with their minds like that.

She kept quiet through the trip, finding herself fidgeting with the ring she always wore as her thoughts drifted into contemplation about the task they all seemed to share.

"Ah... right. Okay. I hope the man won't be that hard to find..." She was actually hoping to purchase her room now, but her nervousness prevents her from speaking up. She'd proceed to follow after Shaani once she left for the tavern.

She comes in behind Shaani when she returns, and waits for the woman to finish before she orders a room for herself.

Slashiir follows along, looking around at the town as they pass it by. Even if she'd been out on her own for a year now, seeing new towns with new people is always a somewhat exciting experience.

Slashiir watched the exchange in stunned silence, while waiting for Shaani to lead the way. It was... interesting, to say the least. But at least it's working for him, so far at least.

"Ah... I wouldn't mind. I still don't know where I should even be going here..." She looks around the docks, and turns to gazing at the large buildings in this distance. [b]"I wonder if father did business here..." [/] She mumbles, unsure.

Slashiir makes her way off the ship soon after it's docked. She dosn't exactly watch where she's going, and in fact stops a short ways away to focus on cleaning her hammer with a wet rag. Afterwards, she hooks it back into her belt, and looks around. Now that she's here, she has no idea where to even start....

No big deal mate

"Oh... Uh, th-thank you, mister captain, sir." She fumbles with the coins a little, before placing them in some of the various pockets of her vest. She takes the time to straighten out her dress, wincing at a bruise that seemed to form on her sides from the chuul's attack.

"Ah... I hope other sailors will be alright, there could be more somewhere nearby..."

She sways for a moment, bloodlust still tainting her mind, before it soon gives way to rationality. She seems a little sickened as she examines her hammer, coated thick in the blood of chuul. She makes a note in her mind, and turns to the ships captain upon over-hearing him. "You know what these things were?"

She rushes towards it, her eyes wild and barely focuses, as she strikes out at the chuul, though not as recklessly as before.

Warhammer Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21
Warhammer Damage Rage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

Warhammer Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21
Warhammer Damage Rage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

She's holding it one handed, to hold a shield. But if I can wield a shield and hold a weapon two-handed, please let me know, cause that's be rad.

Rationality seems to drain from her eyes, which become bloodshot as she let's out a primal scream, launching into a Reckless frenzy against her captor.

Advantage attack:
Warhammer Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
Warhammer Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21 Taken
Warhammer Damage Rage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

Advantage attack:
Warhammer Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13
Warhammer Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27 Taken
Warhammer Damage Critical Rage: 2d8 + 6 ⇒ (3, 5) + 6 = 14

Just wait until I rage, when my hp is effectively double in regards to weapon damage.

She rushes over to one of the Chuul that just boarded, and starts to ram her hammer nearly full force into it on the first blow, though striking at it loosely with the second.

Warhammer Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26
Warhammer Damage : 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Warhammer Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13
Warhammer Damage : 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

I have been swayed and agree

She twists around, grabbing and donning her shield which was nearby, as she looks towards the sea. She seems to be leaving her larger hammer alone for now, instead going for the smaller warhammer at her side.

Init: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 + 2 = 9

Her face is flushed with embarrassment, and as she stares at at the hammer pointed at her. She takes the hammer from him, barely feeling it's weight in her hand. She stares him down, twirling the hammer in her hands. "You wish to see how far I can throw this, then...?" She whips around, muscles rippling as the hammer is thrown far out into the sea.

Athletics: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

She turns around to face the dwarf, eager to see his assessment. "Was that far enough?"

I'll assume Athletics could be used here, but I could be wrong.

She gives him a slight look, before glancing down at herself, wondering how in the world she'd be mistaken for twenty five. But she shakes her head at the thought, putting on a face of determination. "I-I'm plenty old enough to hear any story you people have to tell!" Though it's fairly obvious, that probably not.

She then looks at the hammer and wonders just what exactly happened there, blinking in confusion.

That was a rather... odd thing to do. Perhaps it was the start of something else, but it initially looks as if he just tossed his hammer away for no reason at all. A very strange act indeed. She finds herself placing a strong grip on the warhammer at her side,as if it would start flying off the ship as his did.

"Yes... I hope whatever it is, answers can be found here. I wonder how many others are on this boat for that same purpose..." She looks around at the various others, from the tiefling to the gnome, and even the more nondescript woman who just spoke up. "Perhaps we'd even all work together? There is strength in numbers..." she ponders aloud.

"Yes, I suppose a lot of us have been wondering..." She looks off toward the approaching town, seemingly peaceful despite the rumors. "What do you think could be causing all this trouble? I've heard many things from other people, some that didn't even make sense..."

"A-ah, right. It's a pleasure." She ducks her head lightly, using the manners taught to her by her tutors, before straightening up. "You are... a warrior too, right? Investigating the rumors?"

Overhearing the dwarf speak do the gnome only further cements the possibility of him being either drunk and/or mad. But it'd be rude to accuse one of something like that outright, so she instead chooses to ignore it. With the sight of the town not that far off, it's not as if she'll have to deal with him that much in the future anyway.

Her attention turns back to the still silent human woman, and already her nerves are starting to fray at the stretched introduction. Perhaps it was a bad idea to try talking to people just yet, the Dwarf may've been right about bothering people at least. "A-ah, maybe I should just uh, leave you to what you're doing. And, er, leave and maybe start making sure my things are packed..." she trails off.

Well that was an experience she wouldn't want a repeat of any time soon. The man was probably just really drunk, or at least, she hopes that was why he went on a tirade like that. She stares dumbfounded at where he left regardless.