Miijoka Jikawe's page

"Somebody kill dat ting!" Miijoka snarled.

1d20 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13

"Let's not have any more'a dat okay?" Miijoka said as he tried to stabilize the engine.

1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28

I'm going to assume you meant to say "Heal", but I don't think the ship has taken any damage yet.

I'll take Engineer.

You do need an engineer

Then I'll do that.

roll off?

Nah, you called it first, I'll take the guns.

"What kind of snake is dat?!" Miijoka yelps, grabbing for the wheel.

ship initiative: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

After the rush from the pill fades, Miijoka looks over the weapons on the rack. He decided to take the rifle and Frost Longsword.

Miijoka picks up the tablet and looks at it dubiously. "Well, you haven't died yet..." Quickly, he swallows the pill. "Well.... that was someting..."

"I don't tink dat's fast enough for what dey want from us." Miijoka said, shaking his head. "And we're forgetting that dey just went over our engines. Maybe we should check de engine and helm and see how fast we can go now."

"On a former Orc ship?" Miijoka cocked an eyebrow, "I don't know if dey'll fall for dat... I hate to ask dis, but do we still have dat Orc's head?"

Species, methinks.

Knowledge: Engineering: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (12) + 11 = 23

Miijoka starts to correct him, but pauses.

"Dat's... actually useful advice. Dat said...

He grips Arther by the shoulder and pulls him back up towards the deck

"Never bother engineers while dey're working. It's annoying. We'll look over de work after dey finish."

"If you're gonna be de Captain, don't be a dumb one." Miijoka said. "If you need to know anyt'ing, don't be afraid to ask."

"Only when de first deal involves a gun to my head." Miijoka replied. "I was never gonna do dat last job in de first place."

"Let's hear the job, I suppose." Miijoka said, crossing his arms. "At least it's a better deal than the one we got before... Not counting this ship"

Seerus remains at the helm, controlling the steering, not wanting to get too close to the paladin.

He shouts from his position, "I have to agree with my compatriot. Not being kidnapped and threatened with death makes a compelling opening bid."

"Exactly what I've been wanting to talk about!" Miijoka blurts out with no small measure of relief.

I was hoping we could talk first, but oh well...

Miijoka rushes to the upper deck as he hears the alarm, loading his gun in the process.

Engineering(take 10): 10 + 11 = 21

"Next time, we hire a crew!" Miijoka mutters to himself as he gets the machine ignited.

"Speaking of which," Miijoka says as he sets off to warm up the engines, "We need to discuss a few things at that time as well."

"Do you have any experience, sailing a ship?" Miijoka asked Seerus.

Miijoka takes a look around the ship to see what they're dealing with.
Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17
Knowledge: Engineering: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31

Need a general rundown of the ship and it's abilities: Size, Armament, Crew Requirements, Speed, etc...

"Works for me." Miijoka said. "I am going to inspect the engines. We will need to discuss a few things once he..." he flipped a finger at their "employer" "...is on his way."

K.Local: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12

Miijoka scrunches his nose. "Ah, Anyone have an idea what dis is?" he asks, holding the now-glowing scroll out to the others.

"Let me take a look at that..." Miijoka said, picking up the Valkrie Wing scroll.

Miijoka growls and turns around. "I am not cleaning up the mess!"

Is the man still in the room?

Knowledge: Local: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

Assassin work in general give me the jeebies.

While Owen talks to their "employer", Miijoka takes the time to examine the bodies of the older Orc and Valkyrie commander. Perhaps they hold clues to what's going on.

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26

(in case I need to search both separately)

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (9) + 11 = 20

"So what do we do?" Miijoka asked. "Do we give our "employer" our Ill-gotten gains and hope he doesn't shoot us in the back, or...?"

Knowledge: Engineering: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (10) + 11 = 21

"I don't like this." Miijoka tells the others quietly. "Stay on your guard, this feels..."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23

"...like we've been played for pawns!"

Mijoka aims his rifle at her. "Return this ship now, or the rest of you join your friends."

Is the Orc I shot still standing(so to speak)?

Sadly, Pathfinder Elementals don't cast spells.

Miijoka draws his rifle and sights the Orc that shot at him.

Rifle: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31
Confirmation: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14
Damage: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

"Ya might say that!" Miijoka said, drawing a Thunderstone from his pouch and hurling it in the midst of the Orcs.

aiming at square to catch as many as possible: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23

How far away are the Orcs?It kinda has a bearing on my action(shoot or thunderstone)

Initiative: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Checking his gun over, Miijoka nods. "I am ready."

"Someone is gonna pay for this..." Miijoka mutters to himself as the fog in his head cleared. Listening to the man's demands, he rolled his eyes. "Has everyone forgotten how to hire people in this world?" He glares at the man. "What is it you want?"

Ready!

@RAU - I'll consider it. It doubles my writing load for the section of the game where the PC backstories become a big deal, but hey, that'd be way in the future anyways. Right? *sob*

And I have noticed that Pharasma seems super-popular this round. Welcome change from Desna I suppose! Can't swing a cat on these forums without hitting a Desna worshipper.

Well, getting around is kinda what they do. :)

Would this be okay? He was originally created as an application for a Second Darkness campaign, so I can make adjustments as needed.

Wow. That's really cool of you.

And the pitch, it seems, is a screwball! ^_^

Here's hoping we have a great party and a long-lasting adventure.

I'll drink to that!

On the off chance I get picked; I wanted to take a pet, a Small-sized Ferret (Weasel (Bestiary 1 Familiar) with Giant template, stat-wise). Not cambat-trained (yet, I suppose), just to have (and hold and squeeze and cuddle to itty-bitty pieces). How much would you charge me for that?