Considering the GM lives in Porto Rico, it may be some time before he can post again :(
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"Okie doke." replies Jack who then does a totally unnecessary forward flip before sauntering down the right hand exit.
Noting there were only two possible directions they could go, Jack quipped, "I rekon' we should go right, cos it's da right way ta go!" He glanced around an asked, "Well shall we?"
Gingerly rubbing his neck, Jack retrieved his whip while muttering, "Dis island be full o' bad hoodoo an no mistake."
"Errrkk!" Jack tries to curse the devil fish but nothing but splutter comes out. Dropping the whip he tries to gut it with his sword but he just doesn't have the reach the thing is holding him at tentacle's length!
After having rested, Jack has another epiphany, "Ken ye believe it? Her hat turns inta a boat if a trice if ye knows tha word!"
It sounds like Puerto Rico got absolutely hammered, hope you're safe wicked_raygun. We'll be here when you're back.
Short Rest Healing: I'm kind of hazy about how this works, because the rules say the following.
Short Rest A character can spend one or more Hit Dice at the end of a short rest, up to the character’s maximum number of Hit Dice, which is equal to the character's level. For each Hit Die spent in this way, the player rolls the die and adds the character’s Constitution modifier to it. The character regains hit points equal to the total. The player can decide to spend an additional Hit Die after each roll. So Jack has 3 HD to spend - when does that refresh? A long rest?
"Wait! Some o' us need ta catch our breaths." calls Jack as the Tian man creeps forwards.
Jack's not used any healing potions but he's going to have to use one now unless we take a short rest.
Ouch category 5! Stay safe.
Suddenly powerful emotions grip him and Jack marvels at the dagger that came unbidden to his hand, whispering, "We be bringin' da voodo with dis!"
Take as much time as you need and stay safe!
"NO FEAR!" shouted Jack as he bulled through the entrance, followed shortly by "OW!!"
Jack laughed as he applied pressure to his slashed arms, staunching his wounds.
"GAH! Have at ye!" bellows Jack as he tries to pry the nasty little bloodsuckers off with his sword!
I'm taking the family off on holiday from Saturday till 29th August. We're going on a cruise so there'll be days where I don't have internet. I'll try to post when I can but it's probably best to bot me as needed.
Jack shrugged before throwing his back into the oars, he wasn't keen to go for a dip down there anyway - no telling what monsters might lurk below. Naturally he was facing away from the cave and had to loom over his shoulder to see where he was going. This meant in practice he was effectively blind and was relying on his fellow press-ganged to guide him to a safe landing spot.
As they where drawing closer to the beach, Jack peered over the edge, saw a wreck below and remarked, "Eh lookie 'ere! Some fools 'ave been ta Davy Jones' locker."
Jack was kinda tired and aching after rowing the press-ganged round to the beach. Still it was a good kinda tired, and with luck there'd be some monsters to work the kinks out on. Jack didn't want to let himself believe this was anything other than a vengeance mission, and vengeance was a dish best served cold. If Treggor had seen Badger then Jack would have thrown himself over the cliff in his hurry to rescue her. "We be 'ere, lads. Time fer payback..." Jack drawled, certain that trouble was a brewing.
I kind of expect if we try the rope it'll backfire spectacularly. The dice roller has it in for me currently too (mostly in other games but I've has a lot of <5 d20 rolls recently).
Noteing Treggor's expectant look, Jack hands Treggor a coil of rope he'd recently acquired,
Jack gave the cliff a wistful look, it was calling to him. Distractedly he replied, "Mmm I guess." If he'd seen Badger he would have jumped for sure. He was still tempted to do it anyway for the hell of it...
Do we have any more rope? :)
Jack peers over the edge of the cliff, it was a long way down. He muses, "Ehhh, d'ye tink I ken make it? I tink I ken make it! Mebbe with a run up..." Unless somebody stops him (talks him out of it) Jack is hurling himself over the edge!
"Oh aye?" replied Jack darkly, "Perchance it be time fer vengeance?"
As the last insect died, Jack laughed manically, it was either that or cry and he wasn't the crying type. "T'were a close shave 'n' no mistake me hearties!" he cried, "Now, was dis ole' boy guardin' anyting?" Nevermind the stench, Jack has a good look around, still laughing like a loon as he does so.
Jack can't help but yelp from the itching and stings of the swarm and the assortment of sharp objects swung in close proximity!
"Aiiieee gerrof!" spluttered Jack as the mass of insects crawled all over him, biting and scratching. Jack raked his sword all over his body, trying to swipe the gruesome things off!
"Aye." Jack croaked as he rubbed his chafed and swollen neck. As he did so a curious thing happened, the bruising vanished. Feeling somewhat better Jack had a good look inside the stinking lodge, and nearly gagged on the putrid stench.
One moment Jack was stooping down to slake his thirst, another suddenly there was a weight around his throat and a terrible pressure. He would have screamed if he had been able but all he could do was thrash around like a wild animal.
Jack maybe mad but he wasn't going to randomly taste strange potions found on a corpse, at least not in the present situation. "Kin anyone tell wat dese are?" he asked the group.
Spotting something out of the corner of his eye, Jack turns to fetch it. He comes back grinning from ear to ear, "Oh ho ho! Dere be shinies!"
Jack chuckles, "Bad HOODOO!" and darts forwards to try and stab the bug monster!
"Dere be a whiff o' sommat nasty about dis, I'd nae touch em..." mutters Jack feeling freaked out by the grizzly scene.
Jack looked at the scarecrow askance muttering, "Bad Hoodoo...". He held up one hand to stop the party and sniffed.
With Alfonso's body washed out onto the Sea's embrace, Jack sighs "Heavy stuff. Lads catch ye breath 'afore we move."
"Dis Island..." grumbles Jack, "Well den, lets bury him. Least we can do fer a fallen shipmate." With that Jack sets about digging a grave using whatever is available to dig, a branch, his bare hands if needed.
Seeing the shark thing tear into Treggor, Jack's eyes narrow. As he thrusts once more he shouts, "By Calistria, dis be a real sting!" There's a brief flash as his sword strikes flesh, followed by the hiss and stench of burnt flesh!
Jack looked at the strange foe for a moment, the shark thunk looked at Jack who looked back at it and shouted, "Aiiiee Die!" He surged forwards to thrust with his sword, albeit with more enthusiasm than accuracy.
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