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"I vote Ndombe." the catfolk looks to the Mwangi cleric before addressing the group. "I have plied my trade as scout for you all in the past, and vowed not to do so again since you all feel so passionately about parleying while I am being attacked. "I can assure you though, whoever goes first, shall have my knives at your back ... to keep you safe of course. I'll let my steel do the talking." he ends in a wiry grin.
Munkustrap shines a light into the hole lading to the cave. "What do you think? Robe ladder or rig something more substantial up? Ishirou and Jask can guard this as we descend."
Munkustrap looks at the opening. He looks across the azure landscape of the sea. He thinks about his time here, fighting mutant crabs, devil worshiping cannibals. Yet the hole beckons him. The lust for treasure outweighs his sensibilities. "Shall we take a look, my friends. Who knows, we might actually find some treasure in this place and get rescued. Greedy, I know. But wouldn't it be grand to say that we actually profited from this misadventure." He looks expectantly at the others.
Munkustrap sits cross-legged in the dark staring up at the lighthouse. The beacon shines blindingly into the darkness. A silent tear rolls down his face as looks across the rolling waves of the water. Someone is coming for us. Someone to kill us. Someone to save us. Who will reach us first? he thinks as he scrapes a sharpening stone across his blade. Thumbing the razor sharp edge of the knife, it disappears up his sleeve in a flourish that would make any street entertainer in Absalom stare in wonderment. He takes another blade out and repeats the process. Come quickly. I'm ready.
Munkusrap has some very exciting level 3 upgrade: I now get to add my Dex to damage with daggers
Munkustrap, still brandishing hid dagger, walks up to the chieftain. He kneels in the dust and blood to look the man in the eye. "Odd that you would look at me in disgust, me who has never taste the flesh of men. You can thank my friend over there." he points to Neltji, For what is left of your life. Honestly, I am a bit tired and cranky. I have almost died more times today than I care to count, so let us make this easy, you devil worshiping cannibal. "We want off this island - tell me how we can do that." he takes a breathe. "And we also want to know if anyone new has approached our camp in the last week or two. Talk fast." he drive his point home he begins to sharpen one of his knives.
Once again Munkustrp advances burnishing his knives. With at crisscross he tries to drop the chief.
Munkustrap tries to worm his way in to add his knives to the killing of the cannibal leader.
Sweat trickling into his eyes, Munkustrap tries to fight his way out of this mess.
Once again Munkustrap lashes out.
Munkustrap slashes out with his daggers at the cannibal to his right.
Looking the contents of the room over, Munkustrap pulls Neltji to his side. In a low whisper, he says "Look. These are rations taken from the Jenivere. We were not the only survivors that night. Who can it be?"
Munkustrap tosses another dagger.
'Of course they are eating.' Munkustrap thinks to himself. He flings the first of his daggers at the nearest caninibal.
He then draws another dagger and flings it again a cannibal.
Munkustrap moves silently to the door and opens it.
Though he not longer is in the vanguard, Munkustrap still keeps a wary eye out for danger. "Cannibals ... behind the door." Munkustrap indicates to the others as he raises his daggers into a defensive posture.
The catfolk twirls on the balls of his feet as he whips the daggers into the cannibal's side.
Munkustrap flashes his daggers in a crisscross pattern across the cannibal's chest.
Munkustrap steps back and flings his daggers at the slow cannibal.
"We can each take a potion. Now that we have established out new scouts, please lead the way." Munkustrap puts a comforting hand upon Neltji. True there was much knowledge lost ... I did try before she hexed me ... but methinks that you will continue to grow in power well beyond this backwater coven." Munkustrap readies his daggers to face the devil worshiping cannibals.
Munkustrap rises from the ground, blood dripping from where the monkey chewed on his shoulder. He walks over to the witch and pulls his dagger free. He wipes it unceremoniously on her robes before turning to address the group. "We are in the camp of devil worshiping cannibals. As your scout it is my duty to move quietly ahead of you, disabling traps, sneaking upon patrols unawares to give us every advantage we can get. "This endeavor leaves me woefully exposed and poses great risk to my person. I choose to do this solely because as a group, we have a better chance of leaving this thrice cursed island and returning to our normal life. And Neltji. She is the one person who I continually find myself indebted to having saved my life countless times. "When you break this arrangement, when you come upon me disabled and fighting for my life and you .... this is unacceptable to me. "I shall not risk myself for you anymore. Find a new scout. My knives will be at your back rather than flashing in the sun, defending my life, praying that one of you decides to come to my aid like the fickle children you are." His admonishment done, he waits for the others to decide upon a path and move out.
Or the GM hasn’t correctly adjudicated my sneak attack. You are incorrectly assuming because the witch didn’t perform a meele attack and actually drawn blood that the witch isn’t actively trying to kill me. I can’t believe I have to actively engage in a debate about wether casting an offensive spell is ‘drawing blood’ to encourage you to defend one of your fellow party members. If she cast a lightning bolt at your character my character wouldn’t still be trying to negotiate. ...
@GM I a assuming that you ruled Munkustrap administered sneak attack damage so the old woman is under a bleed effect . She needs to make a concentration check.
@ Party Members not named Neltji Right, so I was thinking no blood was spilled yet, so maybe we could talky talky our way through this? Ok, so you see that Munkustrap is clearly under the effects of a spell cast by the old woman, and my dagger protruding from her shoulder. How is that no blood spilled? Why are you still attempting to negotiate? As your scout, you see that I am incapacitated and I have attacked her - you should come in all guns blazing here. :/
As the witch begins to cast, Munkustrap whips a dagger faster then a hummingbird can flap its wings.
Rules Question: Ok, so two different scenarios here. The text says interrupt, so either I act before her and she is flat footed or I hit her as she casts.
So I would have drawn and thrown a dagger. :/
Munkustrap keeps his hands on his daggers, but does not draw them unless the woman attacks or tries to sound an alarm.
”Greetings woman. I mean you no harm. Do not raise an alarm or I shall be forced to commit violence upon you and your bird. “I am Munkustrap. What can you tell me of this village?” Munkustrap keeps his hands on his daggers, but does not draw them unless the woman attacks or tries to sound an alarm.
Munkustrap tries to stealthily enter the dwelling.
"Thanks Rubani." the catfolk breathes as he stows his club away. "Let's clear this camp and go home." Munkustrp creeps behind and around the skeleton pen pushing along the perimeter of the village.
Munkustrap advances upon the lone skeleton. Looking at its undead visage he cannot tell if the skeleton is sad that its friends are dead. All Munkustrap knows is that it will be joining its comrades in a head of bones soon.
Sheathing his daggers, Munkustrap remembers his first fight on the beach against the undead. This time, instead of running to and fro, he pulls his homemade club and holds it defensively before him.
With daggers in hand, Munkustarp creeps into the village.
Munkustrap rushes forward to retrieve his daggers protruding from the dead cannibal. "Lucky for us they didn't raise an alarm. I'll try to be quieter next time." Fully equipped again, Munkustrap quickly looks over the dead devil-worshipers before pushing further into camp.
From the cover of the trees, Munkustrap tosses a dagger at the nearest cannibal .
The catfolk tries to blend back in to the foliage.
Now that his cover is blown, Munkustrap tosses a dagger at the nearest cannibal.
Ever so slightly, Munkustrap moves the branch obscuring the cannibals from seeing him. He spies four sitting my a fire. Holding up his hands, he waves his friends forward while signalling that there are four. As he releases the branch, his hand slips and the branch flings back into position. 'Opps' the thief thinks as one turns to look at him.
Munkustrap arrives just in time to avoid the combat. A worried look crosses his face as he looks to his friend. "Scouting is not for you my friend. It seems every time you do you are sorely wounded. Let me take the lead for a time, as long as one of these brawny sword swingers comes with me." Muskustrap looks to the group. "Rest for now friend, and once you are better we can press on." Turning to Neltji, "Agreed. You all should follow closer, no further than 40 or 50 feet behind in case things so sideways."
Munkustrap readies for battle, his daggers flashing in the sunlight in his hands.
Munkustrap continues to pull daggers form all over his body, thumbing the bade to make sure that they have retained their edge in the many altercations he had on this cursed island. Then he turns the bade over and over looking for rust spots, he knew how the salty air degraded metal faster than a toddler on feast day. Comfortable that he has all the resources he needed, he turns to the group. "Friends, your minds are in the right place. It is good to formulate a plan but as we all know No battle plan survives contact with the enemy. "Let us explore, as stealthy as possible, to ascertain our enemies strength, technological level, and overall demeanor. If we are able to parley with these devil-worshiping canibals." he nods to Neltji agreeing with her assessment, "all the better, but if not, depending on their numbers, strike and run tactics would be wise. Rii-Chi can take to the tress to aid us in scouting. "Should it come to a fight, then yes Rubani, we shall hit them outside first. Best not to plan for a full frontal assault into the enemy village on our first foray, am I right friends?" Munkustrap is so excited at the prospect of the lighthouse that not even Gelick could get him down.
Now that the discussion with the tiger has ended, Munkustrap gets back to the business of getting off the island. "Camp looks great. You all did admirably well. We ..." and Munkustrap motions to all his friends and then points up to Rii-Chi in the tree. "shall start making preparations for war on these devil worshiping cannibals. Once we have secured the area, we shall move camp again to the Lighthouse. "Any of you care to join us? Scout around? Sacrifice yourself for the greater good?" the last comment is directed squarely at Gelick.
Not for the last time, Munkustrap thanks whatever god watches over him for Neltji . "Wise words Neltji . Will I will always perfer the easy way, it seems likely that we will need to overwhelm these cannibals ." "But, we, umm, have an arrangement with the tigress that needs to be honored first, right?" "Yeah, sure. Feel free to play with the tiger as much as you want. I'll send a ship to you once I reach civilization. I'll make sure they have a tiger sized litter box." the catfolk cannot help his less than chivalrous response. I have never met one from your Deep Pocket tribe! Are they all as handsome as you? I would love to teach you to speak with trees! "Few if any, are as handsome as me, my lady. I shall return when I can ... for tree speaking lessons of course. " "Like Neltji suggested, let us rest here, feed the cat in the morning, and move camp here. Then we can start our sorties into the cannibal camp. We are going to need everything we can muster I fear to overthrow those devil-worshipers."
She then sees the pouting Munk, Oh I am so sorry! I have not had many visitors of a pure heart, I am forgetting my manners! She reaches up and scratches Munk behind the ears never thinking to ask for permission. You are very handsome and I have not met one of your kind before. What tribe do you belong to? Can you speak with trees? Munkustrap allows the pretty dryad to invade his personal space and touch him condescendingly. "Thank you my lady ... for the pet. Though I resemble feral felines that I am sure rat here, I am called a catfolk. Uncommon to say the least in Golarion. As for what tribe I belong to .. it is the .. ah .. Deep Pockets tribe." the man stumbles. "And alas, I cannot speak with trees. Mayhaps you can teach me one day."
Munskustrap catches his breath as the dryad points out the lighthouse. Even the terrible news that the cannibals call that place home cannot dampen the man's spirits. Addressing the dryad once again, "You have been a true friend, and we are most grateful for your wise counsel. What can we do to repay your kindness?" Once they eventually depart, Munkustrap turns to his friends. "We have all become stranded here for one reason or another, and our purpose for traveling to a destination other than this may be as diverse as we are." he looks at his friend Rii-Chi "But this is our chance. I say we return to camp, rest up, and move pour camp to a more southerly location, closer to this Lighthouse. We should venture forth in an exploratory manner, maybe we could even parley with these cannibals. They are probably not the first nor the last to uphold some silly tradition because its the way we have always done thing. Before we discuss morality, I know that cannibalism doesn't equate with tradition ... let's just go with it. "Once we have secured the lighthouse though diplomacy or force, we concentrate all our efforts into signalling to any nearby vessel and we prepare to both bribe them for our passage off this island, and have all we intend to take with us ready to immediately leave." Munkustrap cannot contain his stream of consciousness as he envisions his rescue.
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