SA: Scroll of Kakishon

[Paro]

~ Day 6 Late morning: Arriving at Khandelwal ~

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The journey on the sea was relatively comfortable as the water was rather gentle with the swells and the galley's propulsion was somewhat smooth and regular as the oars stuck with a steady rhythm that was not jerking. After dawn came and everyone was back awake, the galley was following a coastline off to port by only a quarter of a mile or so. There was an inlet up ahead and the galley steered into it as it headed inland of the large island.

The shores were still vegetation covered, but an observer could sense there were sand dunes beyond instead of jungle covered foothills. Even from the galley deck, the land along the shore looked pleasant and hospitable with groves of fruit trees and palms interspersed with flowering shrubs and vines. There were even creatures visible, monkeys large and small as well as fisher birds that frequented the reedy inlets and tidelands at the water's edge.

About late morning, the pier came into view at the end of the rather long and not so straight inlet. The helmsman brought the vessel alongside the quay so the group could disembark. The quay was much like the others they encountered with the domed structure for passengers to await a galley's arrival in comfort with food and water available. Spooky leapt ashore to the quay.

[FrancisJohn]

~Francis John IV, Prince of All Halflings ~

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Francis gets up, yawns, stretchs, and does all of the normal things halflings do in the mornings. "Top of the day to all you lads and ladettes! Shall we have breakfast, courtesy of these magical domed waystations? Why, I think we shall!"

Francis ambles up to the refilling font, and 'orders' breakfast for the party.

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OOC: none

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Stats

Character: Sheet, Thread, Inventory

HP: 72/72
Status:

Hands: Buckler
Initiative: +2
Perception: +19

AC: 25
Flat: 23
Touch: 15

CMD: 20
FCMD: 18

Fort: +7
Reflex: +12
Will: +11
+4 bardic, sonic, language
+2 fear (+4 if 10 ft. from Charity)

 

[pathfinderaura]

. . . . . Charity . . . . .

Morning having come, Charity faces the sunrise for her daily ritual, the tracing of the disc of the sun. Hair unbraided and silhouetted against the light, she presents a very different image compared to her typical adventurer guise. After having paid respect and thanks for the day, she is finally ready to tackle the day.

"Breakfast sounds good," the young warrior agrees, still putting herself together for the day. Her armor wasn't the heaviest, but it still involved some effort to don it for the day. Her gear finally gathered back into her messenger's bag, she makes her way to the familiar dome with Francis. "You know, this place isn't bad... when it's not actively trying to kill us."

[Paro]

Borric Hawkins, Human Fighter

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Mini-stats

 

Borric Hawkins - 10th level LPF :: Pathfinder :: Myth-Weavers Online Character Sheets

Initiative: +4 Perception: +16, Move 30ft
AC: 31 (26 w/out shield, 29(24w/shield) flat-footed, 13 Touch)
HP: 105 Current: 105
CMB: +15 CMD: 28 (30 vs. Disarm/ 32 vs. Trip)
Fort: +13 Reflex: +9 Will: +8 (+10 vs. Fear)
Conditions in Effect: Ioun Torch (in darkness), Combat Reflexes (3 AoO), Step Up, Greater Trip, Power Attack (-3/+6Dmg) or Combat Expertise (-3/+3AC), Lunge

Current Weapon in Hand: Shield (LA), Mwk Spiked Gauntlet (RH),
Chakram: 1/1 MWK & 6/6 Cold Iron remaining

Maneuvers:
Flail Trip CMB: +26 & Free AoO on success (Include -3 from PA or CE if used that round)
Flail Disarm CMB: +24 (Include -3 from PA or CE if used that round)
Combat Reflexes: 3 AoO/round, can use when flat-footed

Borric stepped ashore, already outfitted in his platemail armor for the day. Something told him he was not going to enjoy the desert trek with all the sand that was going to get into everything. Well, he was never very stealthy anyway, so the some of gravel and metal scraping was not going to be much worse that before. "Just a bitch to clean," he muttered.

"Yeah, by all means let's eat hearty and drink plenty before we leave the lush jungle for the sandy dunes," he replied.

[Maidhc O Casain]

"Uuunngh," Mud groans as she rolls to her feet. Not that she's not feeling rested, just… mornings. She runs thin fingers through her short, tousled mane and scrubs her face roughly, then gets herself ready. "Yep, breakfast. Definitely. Then into the desert." Having exhausted all of her words, she takes on her share of the morning chores without further speech but looks more chipper as the group prepares to depart the barque.

[pathfinderaura]

. . . . . Charity . . . . .

Mini Stats

Character Sheet: https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheets/?id=2336904
AC: 30/26 (28/21 flat-footed, 15 touch)
(Use second AC value when shieldless)
HP: 115/115
CMB: +12 CMD: 26
Fort: +16 Reflex: +13 Will: +15
Perception: +15 Sense Motive: +14
Initiative: +2

Lay on Hands remaining: 11/11
Channel Energy remaining: 9/9
Spells remaining: Lesser Restoration (x2), Create Water, Bull's Strength (x2), Fire of Judgement
Smite remaining: 2/2
Divine Bond remaining: 2/2

Current Item(s) in Hand: none
Current Conditions in Effect: none
Temporary items in possession: none
Items not currently in possession: none
Items depleted: none

"Ug, Desert," Charity repeats, clearly not exactly pleased with the prospect. "I modify what I said before. This might not be awful, but that... probably will be. We should at least enjoy ourselves before the sun, as much as I love it, becomes overpowering." Once at the dome, she settles in for a good meal.