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It's been fun gaming with you guys so far, but I think I'm going to drop out. Titus doesn't seem to fit very well with the group we have, though I've enjoyed playing him. Have him build a house and get crotchety or just give him a heart attack. Good luck, all.
Survival
"We should go back to the ship and report what we saw. We can wrap the bodies up in canvas or something. Maybe this thing is edible." He kicks the hulking corpse of the bear. He then heads back to do what he just said.
Titus gives Lilo a funny look. "Nothing says diplomacy like strangers carrying the corpses of your dead family. Contact is fine with me, but maybe we shouldn't burden ourselves with the corpses until we know how we'll be received."
Round 3 A grunt of pain turns into a loud yell as the creature's beak snaps down on Titus' arm. The old man manages to free the arm from its beak, but not without tearing a long strip of flesh loose. The freely bleeding wound blazes with pain, but the old infiltrator maintains his focus. He moves to the beast's side, trying to start surrounding the thing with his companions, then sends two snap kicks in quick succession.
Land! The old man's eyes actually watered up at the sight. If he never set foot on another boat, it would be too soon. The excitement was a contagious, living thing as the ship got closer and landing parties were put together. When Titus reached shore, he knelt to the ground and felt the grass, smiling like a fool. Now for a quiet life. Farm and build, and make things gr- The screaming and shrieking derailed his thoughts. He looked up and around, and followed his companions toward the sound. He grinned broadly at Rorse, sharing the halfling's sentiment. The creature before them was a strange one for sure, but the old man was still filled with the sudden need to beat this thing to death. He focused on the thing, intent on avoiding its nasty claws and beak, and moved in to punch the thing in its throat. Attack
Titus stays grimly silent as the process of uncovering the antidote is carried out. Why do the Chelaxians want this to fail so badly? There must be more to this journey than a simple colonization. The espionage and subterfuge made the old man sick to his stomach. He makes a note of where the poisons are stored, and in whose keeping. Those vials would find their way into the ocean as soon as he got the chance. Poison was a woman's weapon, a tool of the weak.
Titus realizes the man is suddenly much lighter, and looks down at where Rommin's blade opened the saboteur's belly to let his guts fall steaming to the floor. Breathing hard, the old man releases Tatrill to fall unceremoniously into the pile of his own entrails, then walks to a barrel to sit down and take a breath. Maybe if Hobart were still around, we could heal 'im to a breathing state for a question and answer session.
Round 7 Grunting through the worst of the negative energy, Titus squeezes his hands around the wizard's throat, lifting him bodily as he does so. His grunt turns to a growl as a mad look gets in the old man's eyes. He throttles the man in an attempt to snap his neck for him. Will Save
Round 6
Grapple
Titus moves toward the caster, hoping he can find him. When he does, he goes for a shot to the arcanist's gut. Attack
Round 4
Round 3
Titus moves in a straight line along F then. Where was the caster before the mist erupted?
Round 1
With a little difficulty in navigating the room, Titus comes up on the wizard in disguise. Seeing that the caster uses his voice and gestures for his magic, Titus lifts his arms high and brings them down and around the man in a tight bear hug. Acrobatics:
When Eriniyes mentions that the soldier might be involved, Titus complies easily. He gives the soldier a stern look and motions him over, when he casts his spell. He springs into action. Initiative
Round One
Spoiler:
Charge the 10' to Jerrys and strike for subdual
EDIT: Just saw that we can't charge down here. -2 to the attack roll. Acrobatics Attack Damage
Initiative:
Titus spends the next few days holed up in his hammock. He tries reading the Skraeling book, but can't stay interested. The words are also a lot blurrier than they should be, and it gives him a headache, so he puts the book aside and spends most of his time just brooding by himself or walking around. When the business of the poisoning comes up, he rouses with a sigh of aggravation. The trip was really starting to wear on him. He followed along silently, glaring at the passengers aboard the other ship. Whichever one poisoned the noble was going to help Titus vent some of this frustration.
Titus makes it clear that he doesn't care either way. He silently attends the funerary service for Hobart then goes off on his own to his hammock, intending to go to sleep and not wake up until they hit land. This journey over the sea was a mistake. I should have stayed in my box. This is too much. The politics and the evil don't stop, anywhere you go. Even on open water, they're here to take what you own, whatever the price. Madmen. And now these other ones want to know what to do with a damn ship. I should have just stayed in Cassomir.
Titus is moving quickly trying to apply some heavy cloth over the bleeding. He slows down as he notices Hobart's eyes staring sightlessly toward the ceiling. He puts his ear over Hobart's nose and mouth, listening for breath and hearing none. He takes a deep breath. "He's gone." The old man shakes his head, looking damn tired. He closes the half-orc's eyelids then rises, hardening himself so he can do the things that need to be done next. "Let's clear on out of here. I'll get Hobart." Knowing that there are women and children on the other boat, and not wanting to offend their sensibilities with the corpses, and also hoping to maintain some dignity for Hobart, Titus wraps him up in a nearby piece of canvas. He then slings him over a shoulder and climbs back up the ladder with him. He'll repeat the process for the pirate captain to get him up and out of the hold.
That blows, Hobart. You will be missed.
Titus will yell out as loud as he can, "We need help down here! Hobart's down!" He then kneels down and does as well as he's able to staunch the half-orc's bleeding. Heal check
Snarling with rage, Titus lashes out, launching his great fists at the man's face. The first smashes into the wall behind the man's head, and there's a crunching sound that hopefully comes from the wood and not the old man's fist. The second fist connects solidly, but not with as much impact as usual.
Round 10
Titus sees the captain waiting to strike from hiding and yells to Hobart, "Watch yourself, Hobart! He's behind those crates!"
Seeing that the boat he was defending is clear of boarders, Titus takes off at a sprint toward the other boat. Hobart was having problems dealing with the ship's captain, so Titus rushed there to be of most use. With a nimble leap, he jumps down into the hold after the retreating captain. Acrobatics
The tricky boarder was avoiding his blows, but Titus wasn't put off just yet. This is it, he thought. He swung wide, not sure if he had enough force in that swing to do any harm. But it slapped the side of the boarder's head. He got a firm grip on the man's ear and yanked his head toward his rising knee, smashing into the man's face.
Titus gets a little annoyed at the man's skill at dodging his attacks. He tries again, aiming at the man's midsection this time.
I feel your pain. I have an online database class that requires me to install Oracle 11g. 2 days later, my cpu, mobo, and video card are all toast. I'm trying to get the school to pony up some cash for destroying my stuff.
Titus was having a great time of the conflict. He was mowing through these weaklings like a scythe through wheat. The one in front of him faltered a bit, looking like he was ensorcelled. Just as well, Titus would put him out of his misery quick enough. His fists flew, strong and slow. Whatever spell took the man didn't make his reflexes slow enough that he couldn't get out of the way of the telegraphed punches, though, and he easily weaved around Titus' blows.
Wuss!
Round 5 Titus rushes to the other boarding plank, the one not occupied by Rorse and Niesen. He lashes out with a kick to the would-be boarder's knee, but the wobbly plank disturbs his balance, and the kick is short.
Round 4 Titus bellows at the boarder that stands closest to him. His first swing is wild, but the second smashes into the boarder's mouth, sending his teeth into the sea.
Titus cracks his knuckles as boarders swing over and install boarding planks. The goliath lets loose with a massive swing of his fist.
Perception
Titus recognizes the danger an instant too late, and Rommin is on task before the old man can react. He sees the other ship preparing to board, and with a growl and a grin, Titus prepares for a brawl.
Titus manages to hold tight to his stomach's contents. Once down in the galley, he is visibly exhausted, almost falling asleep at the table. He is half-asleep when the young man makes his way to the general area. "You were with the other ships then, lad?"
Titus volunteers readily to assist the sailors. He goes bare-chested and ties a kerchief or something to keep his wet hair from dripping into his eyes. He does the best he can to help, recommending that they all tie themselves to the deck somehow.
Titus is quiet, doing his best to not lose his mind with boredom. He busies himself counting small things, the number of barrels in the hold, the number of crates, the number of boards that make up the deck. When his former cellmates gather to shoot the breeze, he stays near, listening but not participating, grinning and laughing at the halflings having fun with Hobart. Arcadia would be nice if they ever got there. He would have friends, and land, and peace. Maybe he could find a decent woman. Or even better, an indecent woman. He did his best not to stare at the women that walked about the ship. It was just so long since he had been close to a female. He had forgotten all the joys of female companionship. Rommin's outburst catches his attention. The man must be going mad. It happened to men in the box. Guess it could happen to men on a ship, too. He would have to keep an eye on him, make sure he didn't go homicidal. They would be on land soon, hopefully, and that would improve the man's mental state. He'd be able to roam a little more and be more at home in the woods. "Sounds like a crazy dream, Rom. You should try to get some sleep in a hammock. You're too high-strung."
Titus will go back to keeping to himself, allowing himself to be a little more social with the celebrations going on that night. If all seems peaceful then it's just business as usual again. He'll help the sailors or anyone else that needs it to make repairs or sail.
"Not a bad haul. I'll take one of these, so I'm not caught without a blade again." Titus takes one of the normal daggers. "The rest of you can split the remainder. I wouldn't know my elbow from my a@&@*%** about armor, so that's all yours." There were times in the prison that Titus had killed men with his hands. It was always out of necessity. After it was done, he felt horrible. He would have shakes, lie awake at night, even weep when he was alone. This was different. It was almost like some kind of bard's tale. It was easier. Good versus evil, and Titus felt like he was finally part of the good.
Titus gives Rorse a big grin and a pat on the back. "Well done. Looks like your pooch will pull through alright as well. Let's see if these bastards have anything useful on 'em before we bury 'em at sea." The big man starts going through pockets for anything that looks even remotely useful or valuable, making a pile of it all to be gone through afterward. When a body's empty of valuables, he tosses it over the rail without ceremony.
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