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Same thing happened to me for some reason.

Round 1

Roluo swings back at the pirate in front of him.

Battleaxe: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 201d8 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Round 1

Ref DC 12: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

Getting his shield up in time to avoid the refuse, Roluo climbs behind the others and prepares for combat.

Climb DC 5: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (13) + 0 = 13

Move to G20. Swing? If so.
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 61d8 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Roluo continues to bend the oar, lacking the skill to hit a target at this range.

And not wanting to get shot. :D

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15
P. Sailor: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23

"A pirate vessel! She's been wounded and is listing. No doubt they've taken fat prey recently, do we relieve them of their burden? I'd hate for her to sink under all that extra weight."

"And if they starve because we took all their pearls and they couldn't afford to buy seed or livestock from whatever lord rules this place? Stop being a greedy fool Kjell. We left them with their lives and enough money to continue diving for pearls. When we return they will hand them over with even less fight, knowing they will still survive."

Roluo shakes his head at the shortsightedness of the others and stays near Gylfir.

"If we're to be raiding these lands often I may need to have you teach me their tongue."

"I tell you a tale Kjell. A man once came to my father and asked for 2 cows, 4 sheep, and a sack of grain. My father asked him what had happened to his farm that he should be so poor, and the man replied that he had harvested all of his animals and crops but forgotten to leave seed and young for the next year. My father had him killed and sent a new group of homesteaders in his place."

Roluo moves to the back room after giving Ulfarr time to slip around the back.

"Come out and you won't be harmed."

Roluo chuckles at the man's fright as he moves into the room.

"This must be the place."

I will be hosting a 4th of July party today and attending PaizoCon this week(end), so my posting will be spotty.

"Or how many people are there. If they are pearl divers then they must be rich."

Roluo licks his lips as he works to row the karvi closer, mentally checking his gear as he does.

I need a bow.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

"I think what Torgeir is saying is there are a few fishing boats and they seem to have come from that island there."

"There could be treasure here but I've little desire to be a farmer and dig in the dirt. Let us sail as men and raid more towns before returning home."

"Let us make for that bay men. I've enough stories of men lost at sea that I've no urge to add to it!"

Roluo looks over the loot, pulling out one of the battleaxes.

"Anyone mind if I take this? Looks to be solid, even if the man wielding it used it on axes more than men."

How much cargo can the boat carry? If we're full I assume we'll head home, if not I assume we'll leave the living and continue to raid.

The book of history is also interesting but I'll wait to see what others want.

I'd be siding with Gylfir on this one. I don't care how "appropriate" it is to your character, I'll not participate in any game where rape occurs as anything but a crime punishable by death.

Roluo will watch carefully as the women are lead back to the town before helping plunder the smithy.

Roluo bends over the corpse of the smith, searching for eyes to close but finding none in the wake of the anchors blow.

"Search the forge. Such a man must have had iron we can use."

Yeah if he's still alive after that we're probably going to end up like that bear.

Round 2

Moving closer, Roluo assists Kjell in his wild hacking.

Move up and attack the dog.

Battle Axe: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 181d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Round 1

Roluo moves up and guards Kjell.

Move adjacent to Kjell and use Shield Bearer (Ulfen) as a Free Action, granting him a +2 trait bonus to AC for one round.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14

"How came you here, smithr?"

"If any of these soft Southerners be hard enough to face us we'll find them at the forge."

Roluo nods as he falls in behind his companions.

I'll switch it to a CLW for 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9 on whomever looks most injured in the tavern group.

Round 4

Roluo glances towards the main brawl, noticing the danger the others are in. Stepping back from the halfling he chants in a low and steady cadence before flicking the fingers of his shield hand towards the bar patrons.

Grease, looking to catch at least 2 patrons and the halfling if I can manage it, or just two patrons and the entrance to the tavern otherwise.

Round 3

Roluo moves at the halfling.

"Stand firm my brothers!"

The spell slinger must go down.

Battle Axe: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 121d8 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Round 2

Roluo steps back from the remaining woodsman before healing Njall.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Round 1

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

Roluo swings around to support the flank.

Attack the halfling if I can get to her w/o attacks, otherwise attack the bearded fellow.

Battle Axe: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 221d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Sense Motive: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (9) - 1 = 8
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

"Halfling!"

Roluo will move with the group.

Delaying to move with the huscarls, not really a front liner.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

"Forward brothers!"

Roluo crosses the street to intercept any moving from the tavern to the church.

Roluo heads towards the tavern.

Less chance of children that way.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Roluo, unsure of where he is and blinded by the bear spirit, moves with the group, axe in hand.

Did he say women and children? I can't even understand him, I think that's what he said. I'm not going to kill children.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

Roluo whispers to the others.

"Tavern to the North East, spire is to the North West. There's some hammering to the North past town."

Will: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19
Acrobatics Take 10 = 14

Roluo slips from the boat, axe at the ready.

Roluo silently checks his equipment for the coming raid, thankful for the darkness that hides his pale face.

The undead were one thing, now to kill men. I can do this. I must do this.

Heading out of town for a Con, will be back Sunday.

Roluo sets his gaze across the horizon between turns rowing. His gaze rests upon the water, looking for signs of dirt and other farm runoff. Moving to the trees, he looks for signs of cutting or roads, or the telltale dust of travelers and peddlers making their way between cities. The sun shines brightly, and he looks about for the smoke that would signal a large fire or many houses, weak Southerners doings their best to stay warm, unknowing of the deadly frost coming at them in the form of a raiding vessel from the unforgiving North.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
K. Nature: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
P. Sailor: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

"Let us make for the mainland. Farmers will have nothing of value to us."

The wife and I will be heading out of town for a family bbq in Sioux Falls, posting will be spotty until Sunday, GMPC as necessary.

"Leave him says I. Ghosts we are to him, gone in the night and little the wiser. Afore they think to question him we'll be away with gold and plunder."

Congrats!

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Profession Sailor: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19

"That boats not fit for the oars, wouldn't last more than a few hundred feet in the water."

Roluo hefts his axe and follows his companions.

Coast sounds good.

Roluo shakes his head at the dvergr as he passes.

I'm not sure I even understood what he said.

"I can create light at will if necessary."

Survival: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

"I see nothing, this spot looks good for water though."

Roluo shakes his head.

"I don't recognize these lands, but by the cut of her sails I'd say us."

Profession Sailor: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

"Elvish patrol ship. No plunder save that on the troops, and few weapons, but she'll be built for speed no doubt."

Roluo's eyes tighten as he takes in the details of the vessel.

Can I use Aid Another to assist Gylfir?

"Aye, nothing there is worth the plague, and they'll be plunder aplenty to the South."

The other one died? That's too bad. I'd have thrown my hat in as well but I'm already in a Jade Regent game. I'm holding out for some Skulls and Shackles now that the Player's Guide is out.