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Torgal raises his mug proudly, though he wavers a bit on the now-still deck. “Cheersh! I’ll drink t’ that…” he yells sloppily, having already gotten himself deep in his cups.

“Aye, that’s th’ spirit!” Torgal stumbles a bit, but swings nonetheless!

Rapier, TWF, PA, Flank: 1d20 + 6 - 2 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 6 - 2 - 1 + 2 = 21
Piercing damage, PA: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Tankard, TWF, PA, Flank: 1d20 + 6 - 2 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 6 - 2 - 1 + 2 = 6
Bludgeoning damage, PA: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

If the grindylow is taken out by Tobias’s attack, Torgal will move to attack Rose’s sparring partner (and only the first attack will happen - the lack of TWF and Flanking will cancel each other out, so the result should be the same in either case).

Rapier, TWF, PA: 1d20 + 6 - 2 - 1 ⇒ (19) + 6 - 2 - 1 = 22
Piercing damage, PA: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
Crit confirmation: 1d20 + 6 - 2 - 1 ⇒ (11) + 6 - 2 - 1 = 14
Crit damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Tankard, TWF, PA: 1d20 + 6 - 2 - 1 ⇒ (11) + 6 - 2 - 1 = 14
Bludgeoning damage, PA: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Torgal is a furious whirlwind of blade and tankard and insults that would curl the hair on a dragon's snout.

Whoops, thanks for the correction GM! XD

“Go get yer own rum!” Torgal howls, grabbing his tankard preemptively and stabbing at some mass of shrieking tentacles.

Rapier, PA: 1d20 + 6 - 1 ⇒ (8) + 6 - 1 = 13
Piercing damage, PA: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

"Get yer slimy tentacles off me!" Torgal howls, stabbing back at the wounded sea-goblin.

Rapier, PA, Prone: 1d20 + 6 - 1 - 2 ⇒ (18) + 6 - 1 - 2 = 21
Piercing damage, PA: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
Crit confirmation: 1d20 + 6 - 1 - 2 ⇒ (19) + 6 - 1 - 2 = 22
Crit damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Emboldened, he clambers unsteadily to his feet.

Attack and stand (provoking).

"Little busy 'ere!" Torgal yells, hastily drawing his rapier and stabbing at one of the little creatures surrounding him.

Rapier, PA: 1d20 + 6 - 1 ⇒ (13) + 6 - 1 = 18
Piercing damage, PA: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Move action to draw rapier, standard to attack.

And I would imagine there will be players chomping at the bit for a darker campaign. Advertise it as such, and I’d bet there’ll be a good selection of folks. I’d be happy to recommend some folks from Hell’s Vengeance and Serpent’s Rise games I was part of.

I am sorry to say that I am. I don't want to ruin someone else's fun, but I won't have fun at a table where that style of play is employed - so it's best for me to step out and let the rest of y'all continue.

Maybe at port though - though I suppose there would be something fitting with Torgal arriving from the sea and returning to it like a loud drunken ghost. XD

Jacques wrote:

“ Please, do not tell me after all we have been through that we are opposed to each other on this? I have promised myself that I will keep their bones as a talisman of the ordeals we have overcome."

“An’ I promised meself they’d be treated wi’ respect after defeat.” Torgal plants his hands on his hips and scowls at the taller man. “Promised Cayden too. Let th’ dead keep their bones - they ain’t gonna do more ‘n weigh ya down.”

The dwarf scowls as Jacques stabs the ex-captain and ex-first mate, but doesn’t try to stop him. “May th’ Drunken ‘Ero ‘elp ‘em find th’ way home at th’ end o’ th’ night,” he mutters under his breath. “An’ me too while yer at it.” Carefully he strips the corpses of their belongings, then tips them over the edge of the raining into the dark water below.

Torgal snorts awake, realizing after a few seconds that he must have passed out. Dreaming on the job? Cayden's Boots, the ale can't be that strong - can it? He staggers to his feet and glances around, spotting Jacques tending to Scourge and Rosanne heading downstairs towards the sound of Tobias' youthful voice - and the dark sky overhead. "What're they all doin'? Don't they know we got a ship t' sail?" Slowly he descends the stairs as well, one step at a time. Slowly he looks up at the restless crowd. Slowly he grins.

"Right, there's a storm t' outsail 'n' good drink t' be 'ad. We're all free people now, but freedom don't mean much in th' belly o' a whale!" The dwarf hoists his mug unsteadily into the air. "Firs' drink's on me if'n we get outta 'ere 'n one piece!"

Are we looking for something like a skill check?

That's very fair. I didn't realize that I (as a player) have a strong boundary on the subject, and I didn't research fellow characters well enough when applying as a replacement. My apologies.

So! I'll make Torgal's stuff an alcohol-fueled vision so Jacques can do what he needs to do before we move on with the scene. I certainly don't want to ruin anyone's fun, but I'm afraid any of my characters would always be a wet blanket at best about Jacques' necromantic arts. If we're headed towards a harbor, that's a natural spot for Torgal to leave the party and for the table to find a replacement player.

Again, my apologies for not doing my due diligence when applying as a replacement for this table.

Apologies for the quiet - I wanted to give Jacques a chance to respond to Torgal’s actions before moving on.

“ Please, do not tell me after all we have been through that we are opposed to each other on this? I have promised myself that I will keep their bones as a talisman of the ordeals we have overcome."

“An’ I promised meself they’d be treated wi’ respect after defeat.” Torgal plants his hands on his hips and scowls at the taller man. “Promised Cayden too. Let th’ dead keep their bones - they ain’t gonna do more ‘n weigh ya down.”

The dwarf scowls as Jacques stabs the ex-captain and ex-first mate, but doesn’t try to stop him. “May th’ Drunken ‘Ero ‘elp ‘em find th’ way home at th’ end o’ th’ night,” he mutters under his breath. “An’ me too while yer at it.” Carefully he strips the corpses of their belongings, then tips them over the edge of the raining into the dark water below.

Torgal spits over the railing. “Ya couldn’t come up wit’ anythin’ more original?” he grumbles as he sheathes his blade. “Cayden Cailean’s britches, at least let them see th’ light o’ day t’morrow so we can put ‘em off on dry land.”

Casting stabilize on all the undeserving blagarts. We can tie them up and shut them in a bunk for the night while we handle this storm. And hey! Maybe we’ll finally get to roll those Profession (sailor) checks we’ve been wanting for so long! XD

“An’ someone should go tell the rest o’ the crew they ain’t gotta fear that whip no more.”

"Serves yer sorry arse right!" Torgal raises his mug to Sandara and cheers before swinging it at Plugg's face.

Rapier, TWF, Bless, DF, PA, Flanking: 1d20 + 6 - 2 + 1 + 2 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 6 - 2 + 1 + 2 - 1 + 2 = 24
Piercing damage, DF, PA: 1d6 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 + 2 = 7

Tankard, TWF, Bless, DF, PA, Flanking: 1d20 + 6 - 2 + 1 + 2 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 6 - 2 + 1 + 2 - 1 + 2 = 13
Bludgeoning damage, DF, PA: 1d6 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 + 2 = 8

2 rounds of divine favor remaining after this. Let's hope it's long enough!

You doing alright GM? It’s just been a little while since we heard from you.

That, or Besmara just doesn’t want you to get a big head (yet). XD

“They’re jus’ treatin’ ya th’ same way yer been treatin’ them.” Feeling the strength of Cailean’s blessing starting to fade, Torgal jabs and swings at Plugg’s back.

Rapier, TWF, Bless, DF, PA, Flanking: 1d20 + 6 - 2 + 1 + 2 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 6 - 2 + 1 + 2 - 1 + 2 = 13
Piercing damage, DF, PA: 1d6 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 + 2 = 5

Tankard, TWF, Bless, DF, PA, Flanking: 1d20 + 6 - 2 + 1 + 2 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 6 - 2 + 1 + 2 - 1 + 2 = 25
Bludgeoning damage, DF, PA: 1d6 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 2 + 1 = 7

If Rosanne is up for it, we could do the 5-ft-step-dance around Plugg so Torgal’s not in immediate danger of getting pushed overboard again. Though I won’t complain much if it happens - it would be quite fitting. XD

Yep, that’s very fair on the refilling. There’s a specific magic item (that’s a favorite of Caiden, go figure XD) that refills itself, so I’ll just have to be on the hunt for one of them.

Rapier AoO, Bless, DF: 1d20 + 6 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 6 + 1 + 2 = 10
Piercing damage, DF: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Torgal is too distraught over his ale running out to take effective action when Plugg stoops to pick up his cutlass. No words can express his sorrow, so the dwarf aims his blade at the hand holding the blade again and his tankard at the scoundrel’s family jewels.

Disarm, TWF, Bless, DF: 1d20 + 8 - 2 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 8 - 2 + 1 + 2 = 13
Dirty Trick, TWF, Bless, DF: 1d20 + 8 - 2 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 8 - 2 + 1 + 2 = 12

Dual assault again - this time Tricking to Sicken - and 5-ft step to Plugg’s east side.

Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

Torgal belches loudly in Plugg's face. "'Ere, some spirits fer ya since ya ain't got any o' yer own!" Insult is followed by more ale to the face and another jab at the hand holding the cutlass.

Dirty Trick to Blind, TWF, Bless, DF: 1d20 + 8 - 2 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 8 - 2 + 1 + 2 = 24
Disarm, TWF, Bless, DF: 1d20 + 8 - 2 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 8 - 2 + 1 + 2 = 19

Using last of the fervor to cast cure light wounds as a swift action, then rinse and repeat - get that cutlass out of his hands and he becomes less dangerous, and denying him his Dex to CMD (and potentially adding the +2 for attacking "while invisible") puts the odds more in our favor.

Also, apologies for the delay in posting. Got my first vaccination this week and it had a delayed kick. XD

Apologies - stepping to the north if possible. And if Plugg was flat-footed, does Rosanne get her Sneak Attack against him? Full post coming later today, but wanted to clarify positioning for possible flanking.

Dirty Trick, TWF, Bless, DF: 1d20 + 8 - 2 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 8 - 2 + 1 + 2 = 22

Torgal pauses mid-quaff, then sprays ale in Plugg’s face before he roars with laughter. “Yer ship? Yer too busy lookin’ fer sticks up yer backside t’ even see ‘ow pittin’ th’ crew ‘gainst each other’s leave ya without ‘nough backs t’ hoist a sail in a storm. Get outta ‘ere ‘fore ya get more folks killed!” Stepping around the poor excuse for a man, the dwarf tries to liberate his opponent’s cutlass for good measure.

Disarm, TWF, Bless, DF: 1d20 + 8 - 2 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 8 - 2 + 1 + 2 = 15

Dirty Trick to Blind (I know, it’s lame to keep doing the same thing, but we’re already down one fellow and Rosanne can capitalize on Plugg’s flat-footedness if the trick succeeds), then 5 ft step and Disarm to finish off the full-attack.

AoO vs Owlbear: 1d20 + 6 - 2 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 6 - 2 + 1 + 2 = 26
Piercing damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
Crit Confirmation: 1d20 + 6 - 2 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 6 - 2 + 1 + 2 = 16
Crit damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

"Torgal. Time to save Toby's ass!"

Torgal looks back behind him and then yells in response, "'E's too far 'way 'n' I got legs fer drinkin', not sprintin'!" He jabs at the blinded Owlbear thug once more before weaving across the deck as if the stationary ship were being tossed about in a tempest.

Rapier, PA, Bless, DF vs Owlbear: 1d20 + 6 - 1 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 6 - 1 + 1 + 2 = 28
Piercing damage, PA, DF: 1d6 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 2 = 6
Crit Confirmation: 1d20 + 6 - 1 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 6 - 1 + 1 + 2 = 18
Crit damage: 1d6 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 + 2 = 10

Attack and move 20 ft (4 squares east, 1 square south). Don't want to get up in Plugg's face because then he'll be able to make that full-attack against Torgal as well - better to make him have to walk to Torgal and only be able to hit once. On the "bright" side, isn't the cat-o-nine-tails a Nonlethal weapon? That would mean Tobias is stable and might come back with even more health than expected should someone channel energy.

Foregoing what little subtlety he had in the first place, Torgal smashes his tankard into the brute's hand before following up with a jab of his rapier. Glancing over at Tobias, he shakes his head. Kid's gonna get himself killed... Carefully he continues to step around Owlbear - though whether this is to keep his balance or to avoid any counterstrikes is really up for debate.

Tankard to Disarm, TWF, Bless, DF: 1d20 + 6 - 2 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 6 - 2 + 1 + 2 = 17

Rapier, TWF, Bless, DF: 1d20 + 6 - 2 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 6 - 2 + 1 + 2 = 17
Piercing damage, DF: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Maybe we'll be lucky and the Dirty Trick from last round exceeded Owlbear's CMD by 5 or more so he's still blind this round. Disarm, Stab, and 5 ft step again to end up directly north of Owlbear.

Hmm. Maybe Tobias and Torgal need to coordinate their attacks a bit better. XD

"Wha', ya think crawlin' outta some cesspool 'n' floppin' aroun' on th' deck like a boned fish's 'nough t' make anyone think yer capable o' mannin' a rowboat, let alone a proper ship?" Torgal swishes the dregs of his drink around before throwing them at the "captain's" lapdog's face. "Lucky Drunk, save me from dyin' o' laughter!" He pricks the prick's hand holding the club for good measure, trying to startle the man into dropping it.

Dirty Trick to Blind, TWF, Bless, DF vs Owlbear: 1d20 + 8 - 2 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 8 - 2 + 1 + 2 = 23
Disarm, TWF, Bless, DF vs Owlbear: 1d20 + 8 - 2 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 8 - 2 + 1 + 2 = 10

5 ft step north, swift action to use Fervor to cast divine favor, and "full-round attack" to Dirty Trick and Disarm Owlbear. I'm really hoping that the Dirty Trick succeeds and thus lowers the CMD for the Disarm to <20 so Torgal doesn't have to drop his rapier due to that Nat 1. Even if the Dirty Trick fails, hopefully he's set up a good flank for Tobias. XD

"I got yer protection right 'ere!" Torgal takes a long drink from his mug, then grins and waves at the "captain". "Oi, over here ya wine-sippin' lacy 'andkerchief! Figger'd ya'd need some help findin' yer way with yer 'ead tha' far up yer arse!" Wobbling a bit more than usual, the dwarf clangs his blade against his mug and laughs heartily.

Moving 20 ft back towards Tobias, swift action to use Fervor to cast shield of faith on himself, and standard action to cast bless (affecting everyone).

Apologies for the delay - we moved this weekend and I’m still swimming in boxes. XD

“An’ ye’ll be fed ‘n’ aled ‘n’ not whipped fer refusing’ t’ lick th’ officer’s arses!” Torgal adds, stomping up the stairs after Jacques.

Diplomacy to Aid vs DC 10: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (13) - 1 = 12

“Eh? Whazzat?” Torgal blinks blearily at the “captain’s” lapdog, then grins. “Oi, ya wan’ somethin’ t’ drink? Well why dinna ya jus’ say so!” Striding forward across the cargo hatch, he throws the dregs of his drink in Jape’s face.

Dirty Trick to Blind: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

If that’s successful, I pity the poor fellow with two rogues ready to strike. XD

Is that area between Jape and us walkable?

Apologies - we’re packing and cleaning furiously in preparation for a move next week (just across town).

Torgal is indeed not very sneaky - belching loudly too often tends to let folks know someone’s nearby. XD

Stealth: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

Mug in hand, Torgal walks (mostly in a straight line) behind Jacques.

Strength, Diligent vs DC 12: 1d20 + 0 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 0 + 4 = 11
Constitution vs DC 12: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14
Fortitude vs DC 10: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

Torgal puts minimal effort into his work - maybe in an effort to draw the "captain's" ire rather than one of his less sturdy companions? Whatever the case, he makes sure to take plenty of breaks so as not to be too tired for the evening's "festivities".

Granted, that assumes Tobias isn't whipped within an inch of his life again...

Torgal would argue against that course of action, saying that we can chop off the snake’s head and then shake the tail to make sure no venom remains hidden inside. Remember that Plugg and Scourge haven’t stooped to killing us in our sleep yet, so we shouldn’t prove ourselves worse than they are. Just barricade the doors so nobody else can interfere.

Torgal just nods, his songs having fled from his mouth at the blatant cruelty on display and now only bitter vapors remain.

Ready when y'all are. I don't think things are going to get much better before they get much worse.

A pity the “captain” eats special food alone. If only we had access to something “special” to spice up his cuisine... XD

We’re just not being very successful at turning the crew against Scourge and Plugg. That would certainly make things easier. But that takes time (which it sounds like we’re running out of) and Torgal in particular is very bad at making positive impressions (try as hard as he might).

We might want to go for the head of the serpent. With them gone, everyone else might be more willing to let their grievances go until they can disembark at port. If our friends can keep the unfriendly crowd busy, that would make our job of tumor removal easier.

I keep forgetting that Working Diligently is a thing. Though that’s rather in character for Torgal... XD

Strength, Diligent vs DC 12: 1d20 + 0 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 0 + 4 = 12
Constitution vs DC 12: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
Fortitude vs DC 8: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

“Oh, it’s sloppy work,
mucky work,
disgusting as can be.
I’m so glad
it ain’t my job
t’ lick th’ captain’s ass!”

Torgal’s song seems to cheer the dwarf immensely as he works in the bowels of the ship.

With the rum rations gone, Torgal cheerfully offers anyone who wants some ale - or some wine, though the dwarf does not hold back his judgement of those who prefer a “fancy piss”.

He’s doing his best to make friends, I swear! XD

Strength vs DC 12: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (12) + 0 = 12
Constitution vs DC 12: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Fortitude vs DC 8: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

"At least these bilges ain't gotten so filthy yet," Torgal observes loudly from below the deck. "Probably smell nicer 'n th' captain's quarters e'en."

Darn - that wand of bless weapon is just out of Torgal's price range at 240 gp.

Torgal drunkenly weaves through the crowd to stare at the contents of the chests with the other scallywags. "That'sha nishe shtick you got there," he observes loudly, words slurring together. "Can't be the shtick that'sh got Shcourge all plugged up though - it'sh too shkinny for shuch t' shtop up shuch a big arshehole!" Laughing, he passes the quartermaster a pouch of coins and pulls at one of the rolled-up scrolls of parchment. "Thish one feelsh nishe though..."

Torgal would be interested in buying the scroll of cure moderate wounds for 150 gp.

Do we want an inventory sheet? I've got a GoogleSheets template that's easy to copy/modify for the group if that's the case - just let me know!

Torgal stumbles over to the feast, hoping there's been some decent beer "liberated" from the Man's Promise. He celebrates with the crew, liberally refilling mugs and singing the Drunken God's praises long into the night.

No complaints on that proposed split, though it does rather leave Rosanne empty-handed.

Hitpoints, Con, FCB: 22 + 1d8 + 2 + 1 ⇒ 22 + (7) + 2 + 1 = 32

BAB +1
Reflex +1

Skills
- Heal +1
- Knowledge (religion) +1
- Perform (sing) +1
- Profession (sailor) +1

Feats
- Deft Maneuvers
- Weapon Focus (light blades)

...and that's all, folks!

Torgal grunts as he puts his weapon and tankard away. “Reckon they might not appreciate th’ Pirate Queen’s blessing’,” he mutters, face wrinkled in a scowl. “Their choice t’ reject th’ gods, but it seems mighty foolish if’n you ask me. Wonder if’n any of ‘em need a drink.”

Torgal hurries back to the rigging and starts pulling the boat back up.

Profession (sailor): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13

Torgal hops out of the boat and presses the officer back, his rapier thrusting towards her hand in an attempt to relieve her of the burden of her weapon.

Disarm, DF: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 4 + 2 = 21

Move (provoking an AoO), then Disarm.

Torgal runs around behind the others and jumps into the boat. ”Sorry!” he calls cheekily, ”this one’s already taken. Go find yer own!” He splashes the last dregs of his drink at her face for good measure.

Dirty Trick to Blind, DF: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 5 + 2 = 27

Move to just northeast (or east) of Tobias (in the boat or blocking the officer’s movement to the boat) and Dirty Trick. This will provoke an AoO due to her reach (if I understand correctly - though perhaps she doesn’t have the hands on her weapons for that if she’s also releasing the boat - we can only hope).

Torgal flings himself into the fray, though he doesn’t have very far to fling since the fray has come to him! He splashes the remnants of his drink in the sailor’s face before jabbing with his rapier. ”Better learn t’ handle yer drink!” he cheers.

Dirty Trick, TWF, DF: 1d20 + 5 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 5 - 2 + 2 = 23

Rapier, TWF, DF: 1d20 + 4 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 4 - 2 + 2 = 23
Piercing damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
Crit Confirmation: 1d20 + 4 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 4 - 2 + 2 = 14
Crit damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Dirty Trick to Blind #1, then attack. Torgal’s Divine Fighting Technique means he doesn’t provoke an AoO for attempting the Dirty Trick maneuver. Here’s hoping a 14 confirms against that sailor’s blind AC!

”Aye, here ye are - bottoms up!” Torgal hands his tankard to Rosanne, dark liquid swirling inside.

Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

”An’ ah don’t think we should be wanderin’ alone,” he adds. ”Ah’ll stay with the wheel - maybe wit’ someone who likes ta throw things?”

Torgal’s proposing a 2-2 split, with one ranged and one melee combatant in each group. He’s solidly in the melee department. Or do we even have any ranged folks? XD

Torgal doesn't seem to mind the change in dancing partners as he continues his two-handed assault. "Ya can always surrender, ya know!"

Rapier, DF: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 4 + 2 = 25
Piercing damage, DF: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
Crit Confirmation: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 4 + 2 = 11
Crit damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Tankard, DF: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 5 + 2 = 23
Bludgeoning damage, DF: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

"Oi, I hadn't even started yet!" Torgal spits in the general direction of the sailor who so rudely stabbed him, then follows his projectile with a double swing of both blade and cup.

Rapier, TWF, DF: 1d20 + 4 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 4 - 2 + 2 = 12
Piercing damage, DF: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Tankard, TWF, DF: 1d20 + 5 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 5 - 2 + 2 = 21
Bludgeoning damage, DF: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7