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Raush pushes his quarterstaff halfway through the opening Ordrax squeezed through. "If you're in danger, tiny one, scream, hold on to my stick and I'll try to pull you out!"

"I'll recommend ruins in the jungle to any short-staffed captain in the Shackles, then. Let's take a look inside, then."

Raush moves towards the entrance of the temple, prodding at the floor with his staff.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20

"Well, I'm satisfied with them, and curious about this temple. Sometimes places like this have offerings and other treasures inside, and the seas know if we need some liquidity. Unless Ordrax is adamant on expanding his toe collection, I believe we can leave these folks go do their living, yes?"

"Ah. Well, if it's their find, fair is fair, it's not like we're pirates or something, are we? Oh, wait, we are. I mean, I wasn't even too interested in this thing, but if you're so willing to defend it, well, color me curious!"

Raush breathes fully, a smile on his face. "Aaah, this smells like home. I honestly thought some crocodiles were going to bite us back there."
He starts moving north. "This must be some sort of druidic place, or maybe there were lizardfolks around. Or nagas, or maybe someone worships a reptile god. Was there a deity of snakes somewhere in the world? Sounds like there should be one."

What a great divine caster I am, without a single rank in Knowledge(religion).

"No, don't take my word. I'm hungover and anything I say is likely terrible advice. Stoddard! Earn your pay, how do we get through this swamp?"

"I suggest we just cut through it. Unless someone is hiding in ambush, waiting to take potshots at us, it's just mud."

Is there a canopy of trees or something similar where I can use my climb speed?

Cannon fodder yay!

Also, be advised that I have busy days in front of me, so my updates will be irregular. Of course, bot me as you like.

"Nay, we still need a peg leg and an eyepatch. Still, let's walk. I was in the water for a minute and something tried to drown me already. Also, my fur smells bad when wet."

Ah, great, I had misread Grak's idea. Sure, let's snake up.

Works for me. Let those landlubbers deal with their own danger noodles.

I'm always up for some exploration.
One of the problems I found with PbP is that sandbox tends to paralyze groups, so I'll generally jump onto any hook.

Raush rolls the corpse downstairs. "Gone. Let's bring the news back to the town, and let them deal with whatever. We've got a debt to pay off."

I was trying to see if the guy was dead, then the game fell a bit off the radar. I'm still here and still interested.

Other than that, Ordrax is not wrong. I have never been in a game that managed to enforce the classic "one post per day", but "one post per month" makes everything sluggish.

"Huh. At best, he's out cold."
Raush moves onto the platform and checks the man, looking for a pulse. "And his neck's got a huge thing inside. Working theory, the fly this bird's blabbering about laid eggs in 'im and larvae are eatin'im from inside."

"Maybe drunk, maybe worse. Lessee."

Raush climbs the ladder and peeks on the platform.

Raush takes a pause from dragging the boars out of the web. "You should catch the bird and tame it, Cap'n. A talkin' parrot'd make for a fine companion."

Trying not to get stuck in the web's filaments, Raush charges the survivor with his quarterstaff, but is thrown off balance as he needs to dodge Grak's bolt.

Attack, charge: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 6 + 2 = 9

With a grunt, Raush draws and throws one of his javelins, hoping for boar skewers but only getting the weapon tangled in the webs.
Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

"Come, come, Lunch and Dinner! Here, piggy piggy!"

Raush moves to the front of his mates and braces, quarterstaff ready to defend.

Getting to the front with a move action, then total defense for +4 AC.

"To the watchtower, then."

Raush takes his quarterstaff out and starts strolling towards the aforementioned building at an easy pace, enjoying the sounds of the harbor.

Earlier, I was pulling the chain out of the water, then we got distracted by the new arrivals. Was there anything remarkable?

"'f these folks are pirates, we'll just trade news and then we can go hunting."

"Ah, so they're pirates too? That changes things. Cap'n, d'you want to go speak to 'em?"

"I don't interact well with slavers, just so you know. Maybe one of you should be doing the talkin'."

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11

"There's a fine ship. Quite large, but just think of the plunder that one can store." muses Raush, eyeing the galleon with desire.

"Can do it myself, thank you very much."
Reaching for the Reaver Queen, Raush pilfer another small bit of power, channeling it through his body to heal the worst of his injuries. He then starts pulling up the chain.

Converting doom into cure light wounds.
CLW: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

"Yeah, run away!" Raush yells, holding the bite wound with one hand, and following with a few choice swearwords.
"Shame 'bout that ale. Are those things just native to this place?"

Ouch, there goes half my HP. SO glad I didn't fight this underwater.

Struck by the savage bite, Raush pulls himself up the chain and out of the water as quickly as his limbs can manage. A quick prayer steals a tiny amount of power from Besmara, and she in return takes a piece of his faith. A fair exchange, by some meaning of the word.

Swift action casting divine favor, withdraw action to get out of the water. I'd appreciate a mage armor, if you have one to spare.

"Something just grabbed a barrel of bitter ale and pulled it down." says Raush, dropping the kobold he's holding next to Ordrax. "Anyone fancy takin' a look at what's under here?"

"Come back up!" tries to say Raush, though how much is heard through the water is debatable. In any case, he pulls on the kobold to bring him back to the surface.

CMB, in case: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

Also, I should have healed since the battle, so I'm fixing my status bar.

Raush moves down the chain towards Molb, while going through the moral dilemma: should he save someone who was too weak to save himself? His general philosophy is against it, but maybe there's something to be said for fairness and playing against weaknesses. In the end he resolves to pick him up just because he offered him ale.

Pulling through the chain to go to Molb, and if I have an action remaining I'll grab him.

Holding breath: 27 rounds remaining

"What in the-"
Raush grasps the chain instinctively, bracing with both hands against the pull...
CMB: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
...and gets promptly swept off his feet.

"After the drinks, I don't half remember my own name, but any man who's offering booze is a good man in my eyes. A pleasure, Riller." says Raush gleefully, heading towards the kobold. "Ah, there's a lad who knows his trade. Let me give you a hand with the chain."

As soon as he wakes up, groggily and with a splitting headache, Raush goes looking for Grak, holding a gold coin in hope the hobgoblin can prepare some alchemist's kindness for him.

Whether he managed to get the brew or not, he sets off looking for offers of mercenary work, either on the island or to be performed elsewhere.

I'm very ok with picking up a bit of mercenary work if some is available. Otherwise, I think it's time for some raiding!

"...and that's -burp- that's when I saw the slave-driving ***hat hangin' there like the world's greasiest piñata, and those whatchacallem floatin' in the drink thirsty for flesh. Hungry. Anyway."
Raush takes a gulp of the drink, looks at the mug with a dubious expression, then downs the thing.
"Anyway, first thought is ugh, we've gotta punch these things outta the water and get the people out, but then it hit me, right? I've the perfect distraction an' we can smuggle th'others out while the things are feastin' on the former cap'n Plugg. Wasn't much of a leader but ***** me sideways if he wasn't great ghoul bait! Ha!"

Raush does not seem to know the meaning of the word "moderation". He drinks like a sponge, eats like a pig and dances until his feet start chafing.

"I believe that offer is as good as any. Steep interest rate, but nothing we can't handle with the wind in our sails."

I've added a spreadsheet page with our top three scores for every skill.

"Ah, it was a serendipitous happening. We were sailing, as it often happens, when our captain had a sudden disagreement with the one sailing the Man's Promise. It didn't take long to solve the discussion in a most civil way, so much that some of that ship's sailors joined our motley crew. Defeated in the debate, the other captain chose to retire to a more private life. Then, since it was little more than flotsam, we headed to the renowned Squibs for some repairs. And possibly pick up some work, if you know of any, for needs are many and gold is never enough."

Any of those three (Aid Another): 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (6) - 2 = 4
Folks, with a 6 in Charisma and no ranks I have literally no chance of making a DC 21 check. Had I wanted to be the face I'd have rolled an antipaladin or a bard (if you prefer, I can ask the GM if I can switch to another character: I wouldn't be averse to it in principle). Some presence, please?

The highest bonus we have in the skills needed for the check is Ordrax's +10 to Bluff, followed by Ravenna's +9. I will cast guidance before the check for an additional +1, and someone may also aid another.

I really like fame/infamy systems, by the way. Giving a slight mechanical edge to our misdeeds is always satisfactory.

Raush breathes the damp air happily, as the smell of the jungle reminds him of home, in the Mwangi Expanse.
As Veltisiel starts negotiating, he leans against his staff, wondering if the tiefling has some ace up his sleeve.

I'm even less of a face than you are...

"Put 'im inna longboat till e's sober, put 'im inna longboat till e's sober, put 'im inna longboat till e's sober, earl-aye in the mornin'!"

Raush noisily cracks all of his joints while pondering Grak's question. "Either we take a loan from some unreputable scoundrel who's willing to gamble on us, or we pick up some mercenary work. Dreadfully honest trade, but one that pays good coin."

"Feh. Worry not, lads, once we outfit this piece of driftwood properly we'll be inescapable."
Raush too is dismayed as their first quarry escapes, though.

Any other opinions on the ship's name?

Profession(sailor) (aid another): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16

"Adjust starboard, cap'n!" shouts Raush from the crow's nest, growling as the enemy ship catches the wind.

Raush woke up under the table, a raging hangover, tired feet from dancing to Rosie's music and bruises from a spar with Owlbear. A lovely awakening, all in all.

After a salty breakfast to chase the nausea away, he goes around to check that the ship is in good shape, doing small repairs here and there and hammering away. When everything seems to be in order, he takes place in the crow's nest, taking advantage of the solitude to exercise an keep himself in shape. For all that he had dreamed of freedom and self-determination while under the slavers, and then under Plugg and Scourge, it was all a strange thought in his mind. Something he knew how to strive for, but not what to do with.

Thus, he decided to liven up things. That's why, at dinnertime, he loudly brings his quarterstaff against the grub pot, promoted for the occasion to gong.
"Fellows! Don't worry, I'm not going for a speech. I believe that the Man's Promise has an enormous problem: its name sucks. If you look under the nameplate, you'll see it was once called the Motley! And I don't like the name either. So, those of you in favor of renaming it to something else, say Aye!"

How about Grak? Food is basically chemistry which is basically alchemy.

Raush smashes his staff against the deck of the ship.
"Today marks a new start, mateys! Too long have we been ruled by incompetent, power-thirsty bastards whose only merit was to stand on the right side of the whip! Too long have the undeserving oppressed us! That is not the way of the seas, not the way of the Reaver Queen! Tonight, we took what was ours, and tomorrow we sail the seas, with the winds of freedom blowing behind us! We will plunder from the greedy, rob the rich of their ill-gotten gains that they are too weak to defend! And we do this as one, sharing fairly the loot and the danger. No more press-ganging the unwilling, no more undeserved lashing, no more tyranny! That's not to say that weakness, lazyness or malice will be tolerated, no! But we will profit together, from everyone's effort! YO-HO!"

I have Craft(carpentry) so I guess I can be a carpenter. I'd give a speech now but my charisma is abysmal. Maybe I'll do it again.