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I too am under much stress these days. As much as I look forward to this game, I understand the need for a break. Take care everyone, and I hope to see you on the other side.

Swen agrees to check out the dress shop with Nicenzia, but states "Yeah I wanna check out the temple. You don't have to if you don't wanna. It's, uh, personal."

"Sure thing friend. Let's go steal some dresses."

Perception around town, anything stand out?: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
Diplomacy+Hairdid for gossip: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 1 + 2 = 16

Swen downs the last shot of whiskey. "Days on the road, and she wants to go back outside, in the bright, bright, sun." She pays Al her due in coin, puts Koyo on her shoulder and follows Nicenzia out. As she moves out the door, she’s sure to give the squirmy tiefling a lingering glance and smirk.

Shielding her eyes, from the sun, she steps up to Nicenzia and takes her by the arm. "This is an elven town, eh? I wonder if they have a temple to Calistria. So, where were we s’posed ta meet the little guy for lunch?"

Swen considers what Al says about this Grimmy as the warmth of the dwarven whisky washes over her.

She orders another shot, and one for Amed as well, as she slides Aurelain's cider down to him.

"For hire, yes. Heroes? I guess that depends on who's doin' the hirin'."

As Nicenzia brings up their purpose being here, Swen jerks a thumb to the older elf, "I bet that's him, huh."

Aurelain gives a slight bow. I assure you we are a well behaved lot and intend to cause no problems for this fine establishment.

You don't know your allies all to well, eh?

Swen gives Nicenzia a wink, then lifts a shot glass to toast the bartender. After downing her two shots, one after the other, she leans over the bar and whispers "Say barkeep, the squirmy fellow six booths down, he a friend of yours?"

Neither does Swen react to the barkeep's scarring, but answers "Make it the dwarven whiskey. Dwarves know how to make it strong."

She smiles to allow Nicenzia to join her, and whispers to the dhampir, "Don't look now, but we're making someone nervous. Six booths down."

When the barkeep returns with their drinks, she's sure to put it Aurelain's order.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24
"Mhmm... Amed, your jaw." Swen points to a spot on the floor between the Magus' feet.

She gives her crow a pet as it sits on her shoulder and pushes to the bar, where she grabs a seat.

"Barkeep, two shots, whiskey."

Koyo hops from her shoulder and onto the back of the chair to her right. The chair to her left remains vacant.

oh yeah! I keep thinking it was orcs.

"I vaguely recall our boss sayin' sumthin' 'bout hobgobs... And didn't hobgobs attack the boat we sailed up on?"

Swen mulls it over.
Kn. Local: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Back on the road, Swen begins teaching Koyo how to keep his beak shut. "If you're gonna be of ANY help to me, you need to learn how to keep your loud squawks to yourself."

Teaching Koyo the Sneak trick. DC 15 after a week of training.
Handle Animal: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

"Stupid bird."

"Well, now we know he was a caster, and a slaver. Probably responsible for the zombies. So someone else must have got the jump on him. I don't see how this has anything to do with our mission, so unless anyone has any ideas, I say we keep moving."

Swen adds the dagger to her collection, hands the component pouches to Nicenzia, and trusts Aurelain with the rest of the valuables.

You know what, I'll put that Skill Point in Handle Animal instead, so I can start training this crow.

Swen shakes her head, "Didn't know him all that well. He was older, left the gang at around the same time when I joined. But I remember his face, and well, you don't see many other Kayal around here unless they're up to no good. Let's see if he's got anything on 'im"

Swen begins searching Jorn's corpse.
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

"I know this man too," Swen stands rigid, speaking quietly, almost reverently, "from when we were kids. He is Kayal, like me. His name was Jorn." She quickly switches back to her typical irreverence, "I guess he ended up in the wrong crowd."

Will put that Skill Point in Swim.

Perc: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17
1d10 ⇒ 7

Any days a good day.

Best wishes, safe travels, happy merry!

Swen also fires at a zombie to allow Aurelain to get a closer look.
Shortbow: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
dmg: 1d6 ⇒ 4Sneak Attack?: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Swen takes another good look around to see if this is some sort of ambush.
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

"Nicenzia, can you tell if these zombies belong to someone?"

Swen doesn’t have Handle Animal.

"Ugh this bird was a bad idea."

Swen moves forward, arrow knocked, and tries to see what’s causing all this ruckus.
Stealth: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

"Shhhhhhutup," Swen tries to quiet her bird.

With the heads up from Nicenzia and Thorn, Swen draws her bow and knocks an arrow, although with all Koyo’s squawking, she’s sure whoever’s up ahead knows of their approach.

GM, personally I wouldn’t mind if you rolled party Perception/ saves/ and things for us if it’d help progress the game along faster.

FYI, I am travelling out of town to see family and go to the Texas Renaissance Festival!!!!!! leaving tomorrow and returning Wednesday evening.

Unless the bird speaks up and states otherwise, Swen agrees to name it Koyo. Later, if she can get a word in with Thorn, she’ll ask her, “So, what do Elven Ravens eat anyways?”

"Er.. Uh... good point Aurelain. I, uh, I'm sure he can eat bugs and things. And, uh, no, I haven't named him yet. It's a good idea though, giving him a name. Lessee... Uh...Ummm... hmmm... oh I don't know, what would YOU name him?"

Swen takes point position 30 ft ahead of the wagon.
Perception on the road: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

Swen’s fingers cease their twitching and she spins away from the wagon, walking ahead of the wagon. She waves her hand in a circle above her head, “Ok then, let’s hit the road!”

Once on the road, at some point she’ll ask the gnome, “So, Zippy, what’re you planning to do with all that explosive, anyway?”

"Yeah I knew you'd be jealous," Swen gloats mostly to herself.

At the mention of untouchable cargo, Swen feels her fingers tingle.

Swen is ready to hit the road. She walks up to Aurelain and Amed with her new pet bird on her shoulder, "Hey boys, look what I got. Jealous?"

Linguistics: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

Swen tries to repeat Thorn but stumbles over the unfamiliar syllables. She waves her hand dismissively, "Whatever, I'll pick it up eventually. Maybe my bird can speak for me."

After a few more moments of casually browsing the other market wares, she suggests, "Let's go see what the boys are up to."

“Good point. Thorn, you know any elvish?”

"And who says I'm NOT a pirate?" Swen returns the smile. "And hey, it's an elven bird, and I've got an elben robe, and if I can make myself look like an elf, who's to say I'm NOT an elf?"

GM, are there stats on that bird?

"Excellent," exclaims Swen as she drops the appropriate amount of coin in the tieflings palm.

Proudly, she turns to Thorn and Nicenzia, the bird on her shoulder "Anything you ladies wish to procure while we're in town?"

"Well, if you guys don't want one, guess I'll just get one for myself! How much for the ornery bird, mister?"

Swen puzzles it over. She has no skills with animals, but, then again, the bird matches her outfit.

She turns again to Thorn and Nicenzia, "Well, whadya think? Should we each get one?"

Appraise the bird: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

Swen looks to Thorn and Nicenzia with a shrug then steps forward to let the avian trader place the raven on her shoulder. “Can it be taught to shut up?” she asks.

Swen stops in her tracks at the sound of the cat call. She spins, a sassy retort on the tip of her tongue, but she pauses at the sight of the birds. After a moment of confusion and curiosity, she approaches the bird vendor, "Excuse me but... what sort of bird are these three?"

1d100 ⇒ 58
1d100 ⇒ 20
1d100 ⇒ 23

While the boys go off to find a caravan, Swen peruses the wagons and stalls, looking for anything interesting for sale.

gold: 3d4 ⇒ (2, 3, 1) = 6
silver: 2d12 ⇒ (6, 8) = 14
copper: 6d8 ⇒ (3, 6, 6, 2, 6, 8) = 31
I'm sure they won't miss it much.

Swen takes in their new surroundings.
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12
What time of day is it?

In response to Amed, "Well, there's safety in numbers, they say, but it's also a bigger target. I'm down for whatever. Who wants to go shopping?"

While the captain is kept busy, before they disembark on the last day, Swen can't help but rummage through a few footlockers. At the least, she can recoup her gambling losses.

Stealth: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (18) + 12 = 30
DD: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19
SoH: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

Once Swen learns about the crow's nest form and function, she volunteers herself to play the role of lookout.
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

Somehow she totally misses Amed's walk of shame that first morning.

Otherwise she tries to keep up with the more professional sailors.
int: 1d20 ⇒ 10
int: 1d20 ⇒ 9
int: 1d20 ⇒ 12
int: 1d20 ⇒ 4

She has a hard time discerning a clove hitch from a sheep's shank.

As they walk up the gangplank, Swen turns to Nicenzia, “So tell me more about this ‘dark aura’ of mine,” she says with an actually genuine smile.

Int: 1d20 ⇒ 3
Swen doesn’t know her poop deck from her crow’s nest.

"Stow your things in those extra footlockers along the wall... despite being drunkards me crew arent thieves, so they dont have great locks."

Hmm... Easy pickins’...

Swen doesn't mind a little sweat.

When they reach the others at the boat, Swen shifts back into her usual self. "We brought booze. What's goin' on?"

“The River Runner? You’re in luck, that’s exactly where I’m headed,” secretly Swen grabs half the keg and helps Nicenzia out. “Sorry, haven’t seen your friend, but she sounds nice!”

Swen’s shoulders sag, “Oh buddy. This game sure is tough. You guys are gonna take everything I’ve got! Well, I better get goin’ before the Captain uses me to scrub the deck. Gotta earn back my wages!”

Swen stands and leaves the gamblers, stopping when she spots Nicenzia struggling with a cask, “Need a hand, Miss?” She says, still in the guise of a young, blonde, human sailor.