[LPF] A Soul Indiscretion

The Duke spits out a loose tooth "Phew, was looking pretty hairy there. Lets see what we got"

The Duke will slog into the water and begin searching.
 

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OOC: DM, I leveled Syl.


"Is everyone okay? I f anyone needs healing, I can provide it to each of you once per day. Did anyone get caught by those creatures?" Syl checks on each of the group members before helping with the search. He uses a Detect Magic casting to see if that would help his vision penetrate the terribly foul water.


 
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Borric not content to let the last one get away snarls, "You are not going any where except to the after life, sewer scum! HEEYAH!"

The fighter's opportunistic two-handed slash with the pole-arm as the creature tries to slip away, slices the throat out and leaves none of the critters alive to escape.

He starts searching around for his chakram he threw earlier. Since he is already wet and smelly he will help in searching the bodies and muck for clues, muttering, "I am going to need a hot bath and buxom barmaid after this... ah... searching? I suggest someone check on our friend to see if he ran off."

[sblock=Actions]AoO: Guisarme (1d20+6=24, 2d4+5=10)
Perception (1d20+2=14), but will take 20 to find his weapon if necessary.[/sblock][sblock=Mini Stats]Initiative: +4
AC: 20 (18 without shield/flat-footed, 12 Touch)
HP: 13 Current: 13
CMB: +4 CMD: 16 Fort: +4 Reflex: +2 Will: +1

Current Weapon in Hand: Guisarme[/sblock]___________________________

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Borric Hawkins
 

Zelena looks up... and answers the query... "Croackers... violent bunch here in the Planks."[/COLOR]

"We might want to cut open some of these critters, they may have swallowed something of note or value." She goes back to quick searches of bodies and what lies beneath the water... ((Perception 1d20+9=15))
 

The Duke Grunts "I found this boot" as he holds up a moldy boot that half disintegrates as he pulls it from the water

OOC: Having a little fun with my low perception check, feel free to ignore if not accurate etc


The Duke looks glumly before holding his head down and lowering his voice a bit "By the way, thanks for helpin' me out and not leaving me to drown..." The Duke finishes in sentence with a shout up the stairs, clearly intended for the beggar "LIKE SOME OF YE WOULD'VE DONE!"

The Duke continues in a normal voice: "My shoulder still hurts, though we're still in civilized parts so it shouldn't be too hard to find a temple lookin' for alms. Anything else happen while I was out by the way?"
 

Fury nods at Zelena's comments. "Violent and run in packs. If someone's taking out Croakers they either got a powerful thirst for vengeance or they are tough customers themselves." He'll slog over to the bodies and start working his way through the parts looking for more clues as to who, or what, might have done them in.

When Sylvain offers healing Fury looks at the witch. "I've a few gashes from those scaly buggers that I don't relish getting corpse-water in. 'Course, it's too late for that I suppose."

Fury is clearly disgusted by the state of the bodies. He's seem some bad things in his time but this, if not the worst, is pretty far up the list. "You know, I don't think I caught your name earlier," says Fury to The Duke. "You can call me Fury." He grabs a severed arm and holds out the gnawed hand to the big man.

[sblock=MiniStats][size=+1]Fury[/size] Human Rogue 2
Initiative: +6 Perception: +5

AC: 16 (14 touch; 12 flat-footed)
HP: 18 Current: 4
CMB: +3 CMD: 17 Fort: +1 Ref: +7 Will: +0

In Hand: rapier[/sblock]
 
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The Duke tosses what's left of the rotting boot in his hand over his shoulder and grabs the gnawed hand as nonchalantly as he can before spouting "Nice to meet you Fury, guess we've been too buzy 'rallin' the cactus head to get properly introduced. My friends call me The Duke"
 

Borric manages to recover his chakram, and exhaustive searching turns up a heavy ruined shirt which proves to have a secret pocket lined with fifteen platinum coins, the contents of a single scattered purse, a set of scattered thieves tools, and a vial of gray brown liquid that Sylvain's detect magic uncovers.

[sblock=Treasure]
Total Treasure Value = 442.96gp
Individual Share = 73gp 8sp 2cp

15pp (value 150gp), 12gp, 6sp, 36cp, Thieves Tools 30gp, Elixir of Hiding 250gp (unidentified).[/sblock]
 

OOC: I assumed basic introductions were accomplished off camera with The Duke.

Borric is already filthy and smelling like a sewer, "Oy, this place is foul. But in for a copper, in for a platinum piece."

He whips out the cold iron shortsword and begins amateur vivisection on these bloated bellies of the aqua goblinoids.

[sblock=Mini Stats]Initiative: +4
AC: 20 (18 without shield/flat-footed, 12 Touch)
HP: 23 Current: 13
CMB: +5 CMD: 17 Fort: +5 Reflex: +2 Will: +1 (+2 vs. Fear)

Current Weapon in Hand: Guisarme & Shortsword[/sblock]___________________________

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Borric Hawkins
 


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