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I think, I think a "hard" encounter just ended half way through the first round... I hope not, otherwise I rolled so high the battle didn't have time to get interesting.

Anya expresses her displeasure towards being jabbed at with the creature's pointy stick. At least that's what she seemed to be doing when she unleashed a primal scream, covering the creatures face in spittle before wrenching the axe free of the deck and swinging it into the creature's side...

Anya sizes up the scaly creatures as they hauled themselves onto the deck, eyes narrowing on the one with an arrow sticking from it. "No stowaways." she growls, bringing the over-sized axe down on the wounded creature. Anya AC: 15 (Touch: 12, Flat: 13) HP: 15/15 Acrobatics: +5, Climb: +2...

"The left side too!" Anya calls out as well as she rushes to the side of the boat, drawing her axe as she goes. Move to M25, drawing the great axe as part of the move action

Just a heads up, when I mentioned gathering the guards from on deck, that meant any of the PCs that are up there

Anya tries to round up the guards that are up on deck before elaborating on her concerns. "If every ship from this company takes the same way around this storm, and someone has been targeting their ships... it's the only place before the river I can think of that you can expect the ship to pass...

"Do all of the captains for this fleet take that route?" Anya asks, concern evident in her voice.

Anya spends part of the day maintaining her new weapons, wrapping and re-wrapping the javelin, and running through the motions of drawing one, loading the spear thrower, and grabbing the ammentum. She drills at this, save for a meal or drink here and there, for almost the entire day. As the...

"The scenery is definitely more... well there's more of it." Anya muses. "Last time I was on a ship, there was nothing but horizon for weeks." She is looking more easy on her feet today, most of her gear now stowed in some rafters below deck. "So," she calls up to the mate "what here needs a...

"I'll keep watch with the fear scáth, if anyone thinks to try something 'cause of his size, I'll throw a life boat on 'em. Besides, I'm still sober and that's a terrible way to end a night." she says, finishing off a sixth mug of wine but looking none-the-worse for it.

A closed-mouth laugh escapes from Anya as she shakes off her temper. "I'll stow half the crates out here if you'll just stop with the bowing. It's half again as worrying as that cutlass of yours." she says as she trudges up the gangplank and gathers the slightly dinged up crate to bring it below.

Anya frowns, takes a step back onto solid ground, then hurls the weighty crate of supplies and sack on top of it from the bottom of the gangplank clear across the water and a good way across the deck of the ship before it lands with a clatter. Cracking her neck and shoulders, she glares at the...

Anya eyes the small bag, rolls her eyes, and hoists both the bag and crate from the young mans grip, grunting and now moving the same speed as the other workers, but showing no sign that the load was too much to handle.

Anya follows the boys up to the Gator's Gullet, shifting her shoulders beneath the nearly two-hundred pounds of armor and gear as she looks around for the captain.

Anya opens a door at the far end of the third floor hall. Beyond lies a spartan room; table and chairs along the right wall, chamber pot, wash basin, and wood burning stove to the left. Large windows cover the far wall and look out across the planks towards the waterfront, and a ladder behind...

Anya laughs at that last part. "I was promised a place to stay when I came here, nothing came of that though. I found a room by the temple of the hunter though. Closest thing to a safe area to be found down here." she says as she turns into a plaza, more well kept than any of the surrounding...

"Yes, I remember the singer. She did not seem to be in tri-tower, but I don't think she would spend much time in my dunschar part of town if she could help it. Venza seems more to her liking-" she says as a booted foot breaks through the rotted plank they are traveling on and ankle deep into the...

Anya pads along with the others as they leave arcane row. Her weapons alone now weigh almost as much as she does, and javelins point every which way from the over-sized quivers strewn about her person. Her armor creaks in protest against the straps of the quivers, scabards, and overfilled...

"I need an axe." the stout woman states plainly as she approaches the counter. The first few shown to her are met with the terse reply of "Bigger." before the shop keep produces one that brings a smile to the barbarians face. After checking the balance, she places it on the counter and picks up...

"Your swamp sounds much like home, count me in." Anya chuckles. "I'll need to collect my spears, but my place is on the way to the water."