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Thinking tengu swashbuckler.
Floating helpless in the water, Ortun can feel the fire in his blood coursing through his body. Try as he might, his herculean struggles avail him naught. He lazily floats down towards the sandy bottom of the sea. His eyes, wide open and fixed on Cotal, convey the rage within him.
Ok, so I have been reading furiously - to little avail. I have the Hydrated Vitality ability (10 HP/day) - Gain fast healing 2 when submerged completely in natural, flowing, water - so I heal 2 hp per round until I'm rescued or reach 10 hp. I have been reading about hexes - can I use my Healing Hex? Can I have my familiar deliver my healing hex?
All good it happens. This is clearly meant to be an encounter with at least one PC death. Bleed and paralyzed under water ... The rub is that we are superior underwater combatants and without us it severely limits the party’s ability to fight underwater.
Yikes. I’ll start rolling up another character. In the meantime can I Channel while paralyzed? Lot of debate about presenting my holy symbol
Ooof, not the roll I was hoping for. If the Main Shark attacks me, I am going to instantaneously cast Wave Shield which will mitigate all the damage I would have taken.
Ortun looks at his friend in concern, noticing the fog of blood that is billowing around Cotal. He motions back to the boat hoping his friend understands his intentions. Moving his hands, Ortun begins to speak underwater, "AaaouGHoow" is all that can be heard.
As soon as he is done casting, he moves with all haste back towards the boat. As he swims away he hopes that his spell can slow the shark down enough to get Cotal back to the boat.
Sorry posting at work. Here are the spells to help the non swimmers: Lvl 3 Spell water breathing: The transmuted creatures can breathe water freely. Divide the duration evenly among all the creatures you touch. The spell does not make creatures unable to breathe air. (10 hours) Lvl 2 Spell slipstream: While swimming, the slipstream increases the target’s swim speed by 20 feet-if the target does not have a swim speed, this spell grants a swim speed of 20 ft.
"Brilliant idea, Socraties. I would be happy to scout the wreckage out. Ready, Coatl?" Ortun loads his underwater crossbow, tightens the straps on his buoyant chain shirt, and windmills his arms to loosen them up. "I can also give one of you the ability to breathe underwater for a few minutes, when the time comes." he ends. Aquatic Subtype: These creatures always have swim speeds and can move in water without making Swim checks. An aquatic creature can breathe water. It cannot breathe air unless it has the amphibious* special quality. Aquatic creatures always treat Swim as a class skill. *which I have
Sweat trickles down Ortun's blue hued face as the dragon finally relents and grants the adventures safe passage. "Nice work there." he nervously laughs. He turns and head below deck to his quarters to change his now stained britches. [ooc=I see your #1 and raise you a #2[/ooc]
As Socraties recites the tale as if he was a bard from old, Ortun does his best to enhance the stories. Cringing at the scary parts, embolden as the crew battles, and sad at the loss in the end. He hopes that in some way his pantomiming can accentuate a truly fantastical tale.
This is going well Although not reaching for his spear, Ortun knows the teeter on a knife's edge. "It is quite the tale to behold, oh great wyrm." Ortun tries to lisp as he talks.
Under the baleful stare of the dragon, Ortun shifts uncomfortably in his filigree outfit. I really hope this works
"Really?" the helmsman complains to no one in particular as he holds us an embroidered doublet. Inspecting the garment he sees it is padded over the belly with bombast in a "pouter pigeon" silhouette. "I will look quite the dandy in this, but dragon's horde of treasure you say?" Shaking his head, he looks over to the others for some encouragement.
Ortun breathes a sigh of relief as the storm pass on to better days. Listening to the captain, Ortun whistles. "You captains three took out a dragon, and that is what we sail for? A vertible dragon horde?" rarely has Ortun looked so surprised. Upon hearing that they actually needed to parley with this ancient beast offspring, his mood cools considerably. "Deceiving a dragon? That will take nerves of steel, which I have. And a golden tongue, which I don't. If Jack wants this, Jack can have it. Just know that my spear will be by your side should it come to weapons." he tells the brave half-orc. "I relish the chance to die with you all. Met a Samsaran once, think I'll be at peace in death." he drolls. On that somber note, Ortun waves to Belina and offers congratulations on her steermanship during the perils of the storm.
Standing close to the helm, Ortun continually looks over to Belina. Seeing her battle the storm and keep the Magpie Princess tacking in the right direction only deepens his appreciation for her. As the spar breaks, and Jack begins to converse with the benign plasma creature, Orturn readies himself in case things go from no so bad to terrible.
Any thoughts on the Rod we picked up? Can we attach it to the ship's anchor chain in case the storm is taking us towards something like reefs?
Ortun can feel the familiar tingle in his left shoulder. That cool, radiating numbness that he gets anytime the pressure drops, the winds pick up, and a storms brewing. He turns to see the captain and Belina talking and approaches the women. "Captain, Belina." he shows respect to the captain but his greeting lingers a bit long on the beautiful helmswoman. "Know what coming, and I can help secure the rigging. I have ... experience in these kinds of storms and know I will be wherever you need." he rubs his shoulder as he speaks.
He lingers for a moment before turning his attention to assisting the crew. He tries to work alongside Xosrov. "Take a care my friend. This is going to be a bad one. I need you around to lighten my coin purse. It wouldn't be fun to lose to someone else." he laughs as he hauls supplies down.
Ok, so Ortun is built for this. Here are my abilities and how they can help me/you. Let me know if you want to ride out the storm with me on deck and I can share some of my water breathing with you. Storm Lashed: Benefit(s): You can ignore many of the effects of severe weather. In rainy conditions, your visibility is reduced by only one-quarter (not by half ) and you take only a -2 penalty on Perception checks. You are treated as if you were one size category larger for the purpose of wind effects, and halve any penalty on Perception checks caused by high winds. Finally, you gain a +2 bonus on saving throws against effects with the electricity descriptor or that deal electricity damage. Waterway Caster: Benefit: You automatically succeed at concentration checks required to cast a spell while being subjected to vigorous or violent motion while either swimming or on a ship. You gain a +4 bonus on concentration checks to cast spells underwater. Lvl 3 Spell water breathing: The transmuted creatures can breathe water freely. Divide the duration evenly among all the creatures you touch. The spell does not make creatures unable to breathe air. (10 hours) Lvl 2 Spell slipstream: While swimming, the slipstream increases the target’s swim speed by 20 feet-if the target does not have a swim speed, this spell grants a swim speed of 20 ft.
Ortun guffaws as Jack recounts his tale of woe. "Perilous to say the least. You are lucky that they only intended to sacrifice you. I remember a time I took a comely lass to bed and woke up not alone, but with her five brothers pointing sharp spears at an area nothing sharp should ever be pointed. By the grace of Gozreh I was able to escape with all my parts still working. "That was well devised Coatl. If you were to try that trick in Taldor and you might find yourself with jeses on both legs. "So who is up for another game of knuckles?" Ortun asks the crew as he sips his drink. As he throws bones with Xosrov and his new friends. As he gambles the hours away, he cannot help but frequently gaze over at Belina.
Picked the wrong week to vacation apparently.
Sorry for my lack of posting. I will be slow posting for at least a week or two but know I am here.
Ortun breathes a sigh of relief as the crew calms when entering the sphere of silence. Raising the crossbow, steadying his brace arm, knees slightly bent, he pulls the trigger. The absence of noise as the string twangs back to its resting position, the scream of the blot slicing through the humid, salty air make for an odd soundless symphony of residual sounds in Ortun's head. He just hopes he gets to hear this siren scream once before it is all over.
He loads an other bolt in to place.
Faced with little choice, Ortun follows Setare's lead and draws and loads his crossbow.
GM Ortun wants to put in eaplugs but if I don't get a re-save for stepping out of the silence, I will have to rethink my action.
Ortun chuckles at Belina's joke. Easy to win your affection? It be easier to sail through the Eye of Abendego methinks. "I too find the couture of a sea chart interesting. Though no need for a star chart on this boat; one merely just need to gaze into your eyes to see the heavens." Ortun gives a pause to see if his comment hit the mark or sailed wide. "In all seriousness though, Captain seems like she has a good head and her shoulders and the crew appears quite competent. How long have you sailed with Captain Lanteri and the rest of the crew?"
Ortun walks slowly on the deck towards the helm, drawn by his former position. There he spots the lovely Belina and is momentarily taken aback. "Well met, Belina. My names Ortun if you didn't hear Xosrov bragging about cleaning me out the other night. There is truly nothing greater than a fine vessel cutting through the ocean spray. I have seen much and many in my day, but rarely have I seen such a beauty as you, or one so skilled. "
Once his friends are finished with their queries, he heads back topside where he looks for Yamtisy or Horemheb to see if either have an assignment for him.
Severely wanting to return to his previous life as a helmsman, Ortun knows that it would be irresponsible of him to assume the job of one of Captain Lanteri's crew. He grabs a coil of rope and begins to organize a small portion of the deck.
With an eye roll, Ortun drops the matter. Listening to the captain talk about her lost love, and the greed of material wealth in the same breathe gave him a sort of comfort. These are my type of people he thinks to himself. Looking at the charts and their perspective route, he wonders what other secrets the captain is keeping but does not broach the subject in her presence. "Looks like a pretty straightforward voyage. Can you tell us anything about what we are likely to encounter once we get to Besmara's Throne?" Once his friends are finished with their queries, he heads back topside where he looks for Yamtisy or Horemheb to see if either have an assignment for him.
I'm amphibious, but I'd be happy to cast it on anyone.
Ortun looks impassively at the execution of Snowfeathers. Before the crew assembles in the captain's cabin, Ortun stops them momentarily, his face clouded in anger. Oturn begins, "We are all pathfinders, learned and hardened by years on the open road. Beware. You seem to want to change that which has not been changed in thousands of years. On the sea the captain is more powerful than the thrice dammed house of Thrune or any Andoran Lord. " he pauses to look at them sternly "And twice you counterman the captain's clear orders. Snowfeather was guilty of the most heinous of crimes on the sea and you pleaded for leniency and ignored the captain's recommended sentence. You sail uncharted seas here and I for one will not sink with the lot of you should you continue to tack into the wind. "From here on out I suggest you all fall in line. Captain gives an order, you do it." He turns and walks in before anyone has a chance to contradict what he just said.
Ortun cusses at his rotten luck. "Well boys, there will be many a dull night. Glad to be sailing with a crew like you, Xosrov."
Leveled Upgraded my crossbow
Party Do we need to invest in any communal items - wands potions ect?
Oturn remains silent as Jack takes the tengu away for rehabilitation. He walks over to Coatl and Socraties. "We are all grown, away from our mothers and fathers. We should be wise enough to say what we need to say, and stay silent when words will do no good." He leaves the men and walks over to the nearest group of sailors. "Well met. If you did not know I am one of captain's new hires. Ortun is my name and I know boats as well and any gnarled sea dog on the Magpie Princess. Game of bones?" he asks as he draws out a worn leather bag. He bounces it on the palm of his hand, listening to the clink of coins.
Can I say GM that was tremendous fun. Nice job to all. I am fine with 5 both as a level and number of players.
"You, interloper, will do NOTHING. You will watch as we slaughter your followers and I will save you for the captain's pleasure. Oturn picks up his longspear and walks across the deck of the Magpie Princess to Setare. Not really knowing what to do he places a hand on her shoulder before exhaling his breathe that he was holding way too long. "Bit of advice. I know ships. You are a good and kind woman, trying to redeem the nonredeemable. Here on the sea there is order, and rules, and justice. Stealing a ship is worse than murder on the sea. This man, this Snowfeathers, he has stolen from birth. It will not change now. Not with words or deeds. "You stand for good, but that also means justice. If we were less capable we would be dead, shark food on the sandy ocean floor. Every captain in the Shackles would put a bullet in his head, hells, Golarion, all would do the same. "Not to mention the crew. What must they be thinking? We don't need them against us or the captain. Here we are, a bunch of no ones, changing the way that ships have been run for thousands of years. Best let captain carry on with it." Ortun finishes his speech, face blank.
Anger wells up inside Ortun. Nothing, nothing is worse than a mutiny. Uttering a prayer to Grozeh, a small piece of iron falls from his hands as he stares intently at the tengu. "You, interloper, will do NOTHING. You will watch as we slaughter your followers and I will save you for the captain's pleasure."
Hold Person: The subject becomes paralyzed and freezes in place. It is aware and breathes normally but cannot take any actions, even speech. Each round on its turn, the subject may attempt a new saving throw to end the effect. This is a full-round action that does not provoke attacks of opportunity. A winged creature who is paralyzed cannot flap its wings and falls. A swimmer can’t swim and may drown.
Ortun finishes his casting. In the water floats a small octopus before bobbing beneath the waves.
Omar the Octopus:
if hits On the deck of the Magpie Princess, Ortun drops the longspear and pull out his light crossbow. He pulls a bolt and loads the crossbow.
Feeling drained, tired, and just sluggish, Ortun grips the longspear in both hands as its weight drags down towards the deck. He steps backward and begins to call on the power of nature.
Over come with abhorrence at the sea hag's appearance, Ortun feels his strength sap from him. Before he readies his longspear against the attack of the flying fish, he begins to chant in a rhythmic language mimicking the rise and falls of the tides. "Jack!" the undine calls. "The blessings of Gozreh be upon you!" Jack's Fortune: Ally in 30 ft can roll 2d20 for an attack, save, ability, or skill check (and take higher) once/rd.
Ortun walks to the railing of the Magpie Princesses. Leaving over he sees the woman bobbing along. "Aye, you're in Lilywhite. Just a short row to shore." he yells down.
As Ortun approaches the Magpie Princesses those close to him can hear a sharp intake of breathe. "That is truly a magnificent ship. Worthy of a great name and deeds to go with it." Ortun enjoys the ride out as much the climb aboard the great ship. As First Mate Horemheb speaks, Ortun can peg this man right away. "This is not one to cross." he whispers to Setare. Once the ship is theirs, Ortun leans his longspear against the mast and tours the ship like the others. On his walk he looks for likely attacks knowing that he will just probably pass the time trowing bones and chatting with his new friends. "Best you listen to me Coatl, for both our sakes."
”And so it goes.” he sighs in exasperation.
The snapping turtle slowly cranes its elongated neck towards the man. ”Eres un niño jugando un juego de hombres. Cada criatura es poderosa. El delfín es veloz y caza en paquetes, la raya lleva veneno. El tiburón mata a todos.”
”Ha! Right for the top you go. I like it. The ocean does not though.” he explains seriously. ”Many bold die quickly. I know you respect the power of nature, but you must proceed with caution. There, that sand shark. See how it appears to not move, to blend in with the sand below it. Watch how it strikes that prism fish.”
”Do you feel it? The rhythm? The swells of the ocean, the movement of the water? It is like a great Taldorian orchestra. Each part playing it song, contributing to the greater overall sound. Clear your mind, find one note, one creature.” Ortun smiles as the saltwater swirls around them.
"Ha!" Ortun laughs as the drake falls. The waters swirling around his legs he moves along the calmer water closer to the shore until he reaches his new friends. "That was well devised, Socraties. And Coatl you seem to become quite a fierce jungle cat. I just pray that you have also studied the beasts of the oceans too. "I can help with that." Ortun emerges from the water, dripping wet but none the worse for wear. Clipping his loadec crossbow back on, he bends down and cups his hands beneath the carving of the water drake. What a mighty heave, he pushes off the loamy forest floor to pivot the carving almost upright. With a reddening face, he looks to Jack, "A bit o' help if you would please." he begs as his arms begin to quiver with exertion.
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