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Turrick stays perched on his own ship. firing small stone from his sling. ooc: Sorry, didnt realize it was my turn.

Blood drips from Shorrin's mouth as he yells, "Run Girl!" He launches himself into a frenzy, hoping to buy time. ooc: LOL finally rolled well. At least its good timing!

Turrick picks out one of the marines, and laughs as a spark of light flashes before the fighter's eyes. Cast Flare (DC 13 vs fort) against a marine. If he fails his save, -1 to his attack rolls.

Shorrin takes a methodical step down the hill. "It would appear the puppy has a hard time defeating warriors friends!" Shorrin lets out a raspy laugh as blood drips out of his mouth. His warhammer glows slightly blue as he swings it through the air. Turn the warhammers dmg to Cold dmg as a...

Turrick takes his time loading a stone into his sling. He preferred the quiet sling to the extraordinarily loud pistol. He whirls the sling a couple of times, then lets the stone fly. Whelp, starting with a miss... figures with my luck. Anyway... I know the sling dmg is 1d3, not a choice...

Turrick smiles and stands fast on the deck of the ship. His spear in hand he appears to be little more than a strange form of decoration. "I do hope they have some decent food on the ship. I am starving."

Shorrin ignores the smaller wolf and continues his assault on the bigger creature. Did you count in that Shorrin used a healing surge? I assumed he would be higher than in the 30's health wise. Standard: Tide of Iron vs Big Guy's AC (1d20+11=19, 1d10+5=9)

Ti-ik-cha moves into the tavern, still looking for a group that could potentially be his new clutch. There seemed to not be very many people in the town that could handle themselves well, let alone tolerate being in a group. He sits in the corner, watching the people in the tavern.

Turrick Turrick loved the ocean, he loved the free flow of the currents. The ever changing tides, the ebbs and flows... The gnome was drawn to the water at an early age. Somethiing about the steady chaos it held. Perhaps it was the natural progression of his love for treasures and his...

Shorrin raises his shield, "You will have to do better than that dog-man! Acid spews from his mouth as he the throws another taunt toward the big guy. "Stop holding back and HIT ME! Second Wind to regain 15 hit points... Minor = Dragons Breath

I am debating going from halfling to gnome... Mostly because I think it is neat how diverse we are lol. Even though we haven't posted characters, would there be a problem if I changed race?

I would like to play a halfling druid... I will get more in depth in a bit. Question: 4d6 drop lowest roll, reroll 1's or..... just keep what we get?

Concept wise I am torn. The good ol' wizard or druid that helps the ship and crew... or the rogue-type that .... well is a pirate lol. I think when the character creation information is put up I will finally decide. I have been waiting for years to play a seafaring game!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jynxx walks in surprisingly quietly. He sits in a chair in the corner of the room.

Any openings? I would like to join in if there are spots left.

Derek. I'm a cop. 26... Not alot to tell really. I enjoy writing which is why I like the pbp part of d&d. Tabletop is more of a social gathering type of thing. I am kind of at a loss on what to say for myself. I just figured I might as well throw out what I can tell...

Shorrin spins low, trying to knock the legs out from underneath the creature. His spin only seems to catch air. Shorrin spins to his feet, wishing he had actually connected with the beast. Spinning Sweep vs. Big guy (AC) (1d20+11=13, 1d10+5=6) I.. have to learn how to use this forum's...

Shorrin lunges recklessly, his warhammer making a wide arc as it slams into the lycan. With a grim smile, he accepts that he left himself open to a counter. Shorrin tries to slide his shield into the creatures legs, but his attack leaves him too off balance to quite connect. Brash Strike...

Ya'tta walked through the busy marketplace. He looked around and grimaced as only a Thr-Kreen can. His mandibles twitched as he saw the waste of bodies around him. So many people that lacked strength... They did not deserve to be clutchmates. His antennae moved back and forth slowly, his...