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The captain looks over the entourage for a moment, before squinting slightly. "I'd be hard pressed to accommodate more than three of you in the captains quarters. Ye'd have to rotate through nights." The serious expression holds only a moment more before she throws her head back in raucous laughter. "We'll get you to that isle quick as we can, to limit your bands discomfort!"

The trip to the docks and perhaps the markets if you have any further purchases, is a winding one, but uneventful outside the bustle of Almas' streets. Daedin and Skivven lead the party to the berth where a distinctive figurehead of a winged woman whose outstretched arm melds into a cannon barrel.

Making your way up the gangway, you see a pale-skinned undine looking down with a smile. "If that isn't a Pathfinder crew coming aboard, Besmara take my eyes! What business has fussy ol' Brackett set you on about?"

Excellent reference!

"Oh, is it time for a pool party?"

Thank you for running, it was great! I apologize for the Gunslinger OPness creeping in.

Maarin tucks her pistol away and lays back in the water, kicking lazily. "Very good, good job everyone, we'll have a party back on board when you're done."

Reflex Save: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14

Caught off guard by the rumble, Maarin rolls with the shock wave, sighting in on the new foe. "Besmara take ye!" she crows, blasting another shot of clear air through the silt.

Ranged Touch on the Challenger: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (19) + 15 = 34
Damage on Challenger: 1d8 + 14 ⇒ (2) + 14 = 16

Name: Steven
Character: Maarin
Character Number: 3217-13
Faction: The Exchange
Normal Progression
Day Job: Profession: Sailor: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (15) + 14 = 29

After a moments hesitation, Maarin turns her barrel on the wight threatening Sarq.

Ranged Touch on Blue: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (18) + 15 = 33
Damage on Blue: 1d8 + 14 ⇒ (1) + 14 = 15

I figure Blackjack can handle the energy drain better given the level differences. If things get dire Maarin will open up full blast.

Gah, noticed the typo a minute too late. Firing on yellow, not red, obviously.

Swimming after Blackjack, Maarin reloads another cartridge, taking aim at the next wight in the line. Hearing the warning of their attacks, she prays for defense instead.

Ranged Pistol on Red: 1d20 + 15 - 2 ⇒ (13) + 15 - 2 = 26
Damage on Red: 1d8 + 14 ⇒ (4) + 14 = 18

Switching judgement to AC instead now that she knows saves aren't the important thing.

Double counted bardsong on my damage, and mis-added attack bonus, total to hit should be 30 and damage is 14. That'll teach me not to look at HeroLab before posting!

"Besmara, preserve me." Seeing the undead lined up, Maarin offers a quick prayer. A surge of righteousness wells up, bringing a smile to her lips. "Beggin' yer pardon, Captain Jacques, it's time to bring the noise!" The pistol report sounds over Blackjack's shoulder, a channel cutting straight and true towards the nearest monstrosity.

Ranged Pistol on Red: 1d20 + 15 - 4 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 15 - 4 + 2 = 31
Damage on Red: 1d8 + 16 ⇒ (1) + 16 = 17

Activating Judgement of Purity for saves, regular attack due to range.

Keeping Sarq in view, Maarin steps just inside, enough to examine the panels. "I know a martial artist who'd love to be here studying these."

"We're all selfish creatures, indulging in our own desires. I'd be as mad as a hornet being locked away from the sea for years." She shrugs with a roll of a shoulder. "Still makes 'im an a!&#!&&, no doubt."

Maarin walks over to check. "Vudrani. Looks like imprisonment just pissed him off. Can't say I blame him."

Maarin waits by the door, studying the second set in front of her curiously.

Maarin stares at Nixie a moment, seemingly dumbfounded. "Ha! I suppose it would. How long does it last? My horn here keeps it fresh maybe ten minutes. If you can save me tha cost o' cartridges, I'd be happy to buy everyone a round when we get back."

Maarin pulls a powder horn from her belt of pockets, casually loading her pistol as the party casts their spells. Air bubbles pour from the horn into the chamber, black powder loading dry and ready to fire. Fitting a bullet in place, she grins. "I sure hope we find the dastard quickly. Cleaning wet powder out is the pits."

"Ah, thank you Mister Sarq. That's quite helpful." Maarin flashes him a bright smile. "Well, this here says his name, Falehetu, but not a damn thing about what he became. Mayhap they didn't know either."

Linguistics: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21 Dice are fixed! XD

Maarin squints at the inscriptions, before shaking her head. "Murderous undead inside, don't open, et cetera et cetera..." She looks at the guardians and nods. "I figure we can end this with a bit of luck and Pathfinderin', what d' y'all say?"

Maarin looks to the rest of the non-undines. "They say something dangerous is in there. I told 'em we can handle it. Nixie, may be needing the sweet words to smooth things out, eh?"

"I hope they're the amicable type. My bullets aren't nearly as effective on them."

"She wanted the orb, near as I could understand. I might have cut off a chance to learn why, an' I'm right sorry about that." Maarin frowns, looking over the spoils. "Not a thing of use to me among the lot, I must admit. If I get too close to a foe, I've a blade to deal with them." Opening another small pouch, she almost comically produces a rapier that should not fit within the size of the pocket it was draw from.

”Do ya have any idea how much that would cost?” Maarin looks aghast at the thought. Shuddering, she turns back to the freed undines. ”We’re all fine, and glad to see you the same. Are there any more of ya down here? They were a mite bit worried for the lot of ya.”

”Right, get that rock moved!” Maarin tucks the pistol away and moves to help the rest of the undines.

Knowledge Engineering: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

Guys, sorry, my dice are broke. I’ll try to fix them. >_>

Maarin swims forward, flicking a cartridge from her pouch that bubbles with air as she loads it. "Nothing here for you save death if you seek what's ours!" she snarls, taking the shot despite the distance. The hurricane winds blow a path straight and true towards the naga!

Ranged Pistol vs Normal AC: 1d20 + 15 - 2 ⇒ (20) + 15 - 2 = 33 Oh no...
Confirmation Roll: 1d20 + 15 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 15 - 2 = 23 This may sting a little.
Regular Damage: 1d8 + 14 ⇒ (1) + 14 = 15
Crit Damage: 3d8 + 42 ⇒ (1, 8, 4) + 42 = 55

Move action to within 30, free action reload with alchemical dry load cartridge, and oh gods that may have ended it.

On vacation to Disney until Sunday, will try and keep up in the evenings.

Maarin pats her own belt. ”I’m covered as well. Don’t you worry, Remendi, we’ll bring ‘em back no matter what.”

Lucky Number: 1d20 ⇒ 19

"If it's about the beast, I defended my ship, that's what I did." Maarin replies. "If you've a complaint, I'll hear it."

"And they're much less terrifying after you've cooked a couple up." Maarin chimes in as she pulls the ship hard about to sail for the island.

"Maybe it means we're getting close?" Maarin suggests, looking to the horizon.

"That's a potion of Bear's Endurance! Makes you last longer in a fight!" Nixie swims back to the ship, and looks through her own gear. "Silly me, I forgot to put on the jewelry I just bought on town!" She puts on a nifty headband and a circlet. "I'm not used to the landpeople custom of wearing multiple items on your head!"

"You look ridiculous." Maarin laughs, peering down to see if any other help is needed fishing Pathfinders out of the water. "But it's a good ridiculous. Have you ever sailed to Vudra? They have some wild outfits!"

Snatching a cartridge from a second pouch, Maarin slams it home and blasts another tunneling shot into the beast. "Blow the man down!" she crows, loading a second cartridge and leaning in over the ships rail as she sights in again. Up Close and Deadly on the second shot, if needed.

Ranged Touch Attack: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (4) + 15 = 19
Damage: 1d8 + 14 ⇒ (7) + 14 = 21
Iterative Ranged Touch Attack: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21
Up Close and Deadly Damage: 1d8 + 2d6 + 14 ⇒ (1) + (2, 2) + 14 = 19

Abandoning the aura sight magic, Maarin snatches a line strung from the main mast and swings down to the lower deck. Will use Acrobatics if needed, +12. "No mercy to those what mess with my Angel!" she shouts in Aquan, pistol sighted and ready.

"Hell if I know!" Maarin laughs back. "Should have brought a druid!"

"All crew away from ships rails! Let the heroes do the hero work!" Maarin barks to the crew, pulling a snub nosed pistol from an oversized pouch at her side. Whorls of wind and waves decorate the barrel as she sights the beast below. "If one of you can talk it down, I'll appreciate saving the bullets!"

Casting Detect Evil to see if she can get a read on its disposition once in range.

Profession Sailor: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (19) + 14 = 33

"Aha! Now we have a challenge!" Maarin exults in the wild bucking of the ship, gripping the Angel Arm's wheel tight. "Miss Nixie, Mister Johns, heading if you please! Jacques, ya scoundrel, show me yer eagle colors ar' more blue than yellow!"

By the time Maarin returns to the docks, the quartermaster has resupplied the ship and the swabs are itching for time ashore. Granting that gives the captain time to prepare another batch of cartridges and ensure her powder horn is full. The workshop lantern burns low before the night is called.

On the morrow, many of the crew are not so spry as the day before. Nevertheless, the Angel Arm sets out along with the rest of the small armada. It takes until the harbor is well cleared for Maarin to appear again, taking over the helm with a barely suppressed laugh at Sarq's antics.

Profession Sailor: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (20) + 14 = 34

"Bring me that adventure!" she crows, inexplicable optimism filling her veins with excitement.

Well, I'm not opposed to rolling +18 in that case! Even if 2d20 is usually better.

Do you want to take ten, or be the one to roll?

Competition time! :) I will update tonight after work.

Maarin would be happy to lead the sailing with Blackjack auto assisting. If we can roll separately, Maarin could take 10 for 24 while Jacques rolls to try and beat that number.

Should we make it super difficult and sail single file? :)

Edit: Token added.

Running it here right now, hoping it doesn't turn into the dumpster fire that my playthrough did. :P

Is water breathing on the inquisitor list? A couple scrolls might not be a bad idea.

Knowledge Local: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12
Knowledge Geography: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

So much for that!

Maarin watches the key move with amusement. "That's a fun little toy. Sounds like we need a box to make a compass out of it. Afraid I don't have any experience with these waters, but I'm certainly ready for a swim." She looks over at the Andoran captain. "Yours or mine, my dear captain?"

Maarin takes a cup, pausing to evaluate the aroma. ”Oh, it’s almost as if Grandma Andrietta were with us. You must tell me what blend it is, I will take some to her afterwards.” Taking small sips, she waits for the venture captain to begin briefing the team.

I was only kidding. Mostly caught up now, and remembered to pick up boots of speed for emergency situations.