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If Lex is going to die, I do have a Sylph witch I think would be good for this campaign that I've been working on, if Fipps and Narwhal have death in mind for my now unconscious elf :)
What's the matter, Fipps? Lose yer nerve after trying to get the jump on me? Lex will, for now, however, go for Narwahl who is attacking him.
His quip to Fipps must have distracted him, as his thrust isn't even close to Narwahl.
Besmara's curse on ye, then! A smell like gunpowder enters the room as Lex calls upon his judgement of destruction He again thrusts the dagger at Fipps.
Seeing the bloodlust in their eyes, Lex hits the switch on his wrist sheath releasing his masterwork dagger and without word thrusts his dagger at Fipps.
Ye accursed fools, ye fancy yerselves tougher than Owlbear? Ye fancy yerselves better than ye were my second day?
So they mean to attack me again, do they? Coming down here armed right after Plugg tried to disarm me completely? Lex works in equal silence.
Lex, still fuming, marches down to the bilges without another word. His wound bleeds and stings him fiercely, so once belowdecks out of Plugg's sight he sighs and chants an incantation and touches the wound.
The wound knits fully, and he goes down to the bilges without any further delays.
He curses as foul as he can in Aquan as they take his rapier, the blade of his revenge against the slavers who killed his wife. Keeping his wits about him, though, he wiggles his sleeves to more thoroughly hide his wrist sheath.
Besmara curse you! You will be granted eternal life chained to this bloody ship's anchor at the bottom of the sea and sharks and horrors of the deep will tear your flesh every bloody day! he shouts, hoping the curse will intimidate if not Plugg and Scourge, maybe some of their faithful, and that the resulting ruckus will help hide his dagger, his now only weapon.
Lex laughs at their strong suggestion to hold his weapons. A pirate never parts with his weapons. If a little bilgewater would rust it, it would have done so long ago. He will not give his weapons to Plugg and Scourge, but if pressed will put his rapier into his locker or entrust it to Thea, Marn, Avakor, or Sandara if they are willing. He will keep his masterwork dagger where it is, in his wrist sheath. On his way to the bilges with Narwhal and Fipps, he growls. I haven't forgotten that stunt you tried to pull my second morning. Got nothing to say to you, so just shut up and pump the bilges and we'll get along fine.
Sorry, it didn't show a new post was available and I stopped clicking anyway and checking for new posts myself like a week ago. I'll post in a few :)
Just wondering are you going to recruit someone to take Aldon/Lucanus's spot or are we playing on without a 5th player?
Where'd everyone go?
After returning from the reeclaw attack, Lex stowed his buckler, trident and net in his locker and retrieved his rapier back. At the prospect of climbing again, the skin on Lex's neck goosebumps. Well at least this time the ocean will catch me rather than the hard deck... Attack and Climb Checks: Lex curses as he drops his grappling hook as he was about to throw it. Lex grapples successfully and ties of the rope and begins climbing. FALL Lex swims back to the boat and tries again.
FALL 1/4
FALL 1/4
Heartened by a solid meal of crab and reefclaw, Lex tries once again to regale the crew with one of Besmara's tales, this time telling about how Besmara herself managed to sail into the Maelstrom for the first time.
Have fun! I just got accepted to a RotRL campaign, so with that and our two groups here, I think I'm about maxed out on groups as well. :)
Oh, forgive me. Let me help you, Marn. Lex swims over to Marn and Avakor and tries to help him fight off the poison as well.
Damn things! Are they edible? They look alright, bit like a giant lobster, as long as we get the poisonous barbs off them. Can you use any of those for your alchemy, Marn? Lex spends a few minutes picking the seaweed out of his trident, the only thing he'd managed to hit all day.
Quit squirming! Lex grunts in frustration, treading water as he readies another trident strike and thrusts.
Slippery little things! Lex grumbles and strikes again.
His trident spears a floating clump of seaweed, but nothing else.
Besmara, smite these monsters! Lex thunders . Attack Roll
I'm coming Avakor! Lex, buckler on one arm and trident in the other, swims toward him.
Reefclaws! They''re poisonous! Lex yells as he draws his trident
Indeed, Lady Sandara, indeed. Fine day for fishing. Lex will take a pot before jumping in and swimming to the reef.
It seems my net was unnecessary. These crabs don't put up much of a fight!
Lex waits until Plugg is out of sight before breaking into a large smile. Finally a chance to get off the ship! Lemme grab my trident and net. He slings his trident and net onto his back and removes his rapier and scabbard from his belt and his spring-loaded wrist sheath and stows them in his locker. He ejects the dagger and puts it in a sheath on his belt. Then he scurries back on deck, waiting for the others to finish their preparations.
Lex, seeing Aldon's mumbling through his story, jumps up and decides to draw attention away from him by recounting a story about a miracle in which Chelish warships were closing in on a devout pirate ship crying out to Besmara for mercy, who answered with a school of sea serpents which disabled the ships, allowing the pirates to plunder them before the serpents scuttled the ships.
Lex attempts to sneak into the galley at night and exchanges his own dagger for the masterwork dagger he saw being used as a butcher's knife. If the doors are locked, he instead uses his action to Sneak around the cargo hold.
Lex is too tired to put any special effort into his work. He decides to take a quick look around the galley to see if there is anything appetizing or valuable around, maybe if he's lucky a potion of not-being-so-stinking-tiredness.
Lex grabs the rope with the others and starts pulling. Heave!
I could easily worship Pharasma instead, and say he has joined the church delegation to do his job as a doctor, healing the wounded and performing last rites to the dead, helping them make their way to the Boneyard and preventing their rise as undead. BTW how young is young? Are we going by the age of adulthood by race (40 years for dwarves) or like 16 years or so regardless of race?
The biscuit--though soggy and unappetizing--seems to quicken Lex's spirit, and he pursues his new task with vigor. At seeing the unconscious Avakor, Lex will run over and murmur an incantation and wave his hands over him.
His ears perk up at the call of "man overboard" and rushes over with the others to see who it is.
Damn, Aldon, be careful. Lex will take hold of something of Aldon's and cast Light on it. Wave the light at us when you want us to pull you up.
I think I'll be a dwarf cleric probably of Sarenrae rather than the oracle. Cleric is far superior to oracle of life at healing and combat, and dwarves are perfect as clerics. I'm thinking he was caught by a slaver and passed through various masters before they discovered his healing powers and "volunteered" him to be a combat medic possibly so the master could avoid being press ganged himself. So long as he heals their soldiers, they probably don't care too much who he prays to, I reckon. I'd be taking the church trait.
The storm shook Lex far more than it should have for an experienced sailor like himself... maybe seeing Motaku yesterday had done more to him than he thought. Irritated at himself for his poor work and lack of concentration, he confronts Shortstone up in the rigging. Shortstone! Can't imagine you're too happy with me after my bout with Owlbear. Next time you'd better throw in with me and my lot. You saw what happened to Plugg's goon and those who bet against me, or else you might end up broke in more than just your wallet, Lex growls.
Sorry, Grok. Guess I don't need anything you have right now. I'll let you know if I change my mind in those potions. Here's a silver for your time. Lex hands her 1 sp.
I'll have an alias up soon for my character. I may go with the oracle of life instead of nature since we don't yet have a healer. Easily enough reflavored to an act of violence that caused the curse (perhaps violence with a tool on a holy man and thus cursed to break them). Probably take the church trait then.
Actually, Grok, I think I'm fine with my own spell for healing, and the other two are a bit out of my price range. More mundane gear will have to do. Do ye have any bucklers? I'd like to prepare myself for any fightin' that's coming. Well, any fightin' that allows gear that is. Lex laughs and winks, and pulls out the money purse from the fight with Owlbear.
Hmm alright then probably the wizard's apprentice one sounds better for the character I was thinking of. Maybe after being cursed he was sent by his parents to live with the wizard to see if the wizard could teach him to control his curse and use its power. Seems the wizard wasn't too helpful with that, but what do you expect from an ancient mage spending hours studying who--let's face it--is probably trying to become a lich. By taking care of the ravens I'm probably helping him send in order forms for "Phylacteries for Dummies" or something. Also, I got I found the answer to my armor question in the Ask James Jacobs thread:
So you were right Marn. I'll probably just take the Improved Unarmed Strike feat then and not dip into monk. :) What say you DM? Sound good? I have other character ideas floating around too, that's just the most interesting one IMO.
It was a prayer I wrote myself about my wife. We used to live on that isle Motaku. Besmara bless her. Sing it every year on the anniversary, and if my travels bring me in sight of the isle. Later that evening...
Marn, can I have a swig of that brew yer working on? So I can drink to my wife's memory properly. That foul rum ration would be an insult.
It says if you use OR equip a held item then it gains the broken condition (so I guess merely carrying something wouldn't break it). When armor is broken you halve its AC bonus and double its Armor Check Penalty, so if I can get away with not wearing it, it would be very beneficial.
I think I'd want to run a half-elf oracle of nature with the Wrecker curse (it's flavored as a destructive curse of the Abyss, but the way I imagine it it is a curse bestowed on him by some avatar of Nature's power who is punishing his materialism and greed as a young man). He was pressganged as a porter, and on his first day his superiors were furious with him and beat him because the Wrecker curse makes all items you hold, wield, or wear gain the broken condition. They were about to kill him when they realized as soon as someone else touched the items they returned to normal. Then they all laughed at him and asked which god he pissed off. And yes, this will be extremely interesting to play a character who breaks any equipment he tries to use. I will probably dip into monk (martial artist) at second level just so my armor class doesn't suffer and to get a bunch of awesome monk feats. :)
Lex beams at his friends, It means a lot ye'd wager yer money on me, even though Owlbear was so much stronger than me. He lowers his voice a moment and speaks to Thea Thanks for the blessing during the fight, Lady. He tips his hat to her. Lex will cast Cure Light Wounds on Owlbear and help him up after the fight, saying Ye fought yer best and didn't back down, no shame in that.
At the sight of Motaku, Lex sheds a few tears and throws 5 gold overboard, singing a little prayer. Lex's Prayer:
At sea is where I met my Cor, married I and she,
Besmara's smile on both of us as she had decreed. Motaku's where she settled down, while I remained at sea. Then thugs raided town, to her they said "A slave ye will be!" To the Queen I cried, "Help me find her, I'll pay ye any fee!" With aid, the thugs I spied and killed them rapidly, But 'twas too late, my Cor had died, innocent ye'd agree. This 'twas her fate, whipped to work and die in the heat. So Motaku's where I laid her down, on a boat out to the sea. I cannot bear, Besmara spare, wrap your favor around me. At that he wipes his eyes and joins breakfast with the crew. Avakor, ye don't look so good. Lemme see what I can do for ye. Lex furrows his brow as he feels his head, makes him say "ah" while he uses a light spell to look at his throat, and so on.
Go right ahead! That's why I posted them ^_^
Well, ye can't say he don't have guts! Lex throws one more punch at the hulking man.
Sounds interesting, I'd definitely give it a shot! Let me know when recruitment starts :) You could actually turn those roles into campaign traits easily enough. Squire of Ser Magnus Cortain You gain a +1 trait bonus on Handle Animal and Ride checks, and one is always a class skill for you.
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