Savage Tide: ECL 4 Davrin Fel Fighter (Targeteer) 2/ Ranger 2 Recollections

"Oh my fucking head." Davrin groans and leans against the bulkhead. "Bloody fucking bastards, why couldn't they tell me it was soap? Ah Gods above, if only I'd listened to my nan all those years ago....A bath really could've saved my life....Ah fuck it, I need a drink."

A few hours later, Davrin, his arm having healed and his body recovered from  his near-death experience.

"It was all going so damnably well....perhaps that's why it all went so abso-fucking-lutely abysmal. Well minus that incident with that one damn chick that got that scholar" Davrin just about spits on the paper as he writes the word. "Gods, I so fucking hate scholars....especially since that one fucking bastard who got me into this fuck-all-mess. Anyway, we left Sassarine--Gods I never thought I'd miss that place--only a few months ago, and before we even left, something was already going wrong...Should've bloody known it was only a sign of things to come...I have to say, I'm glad I convinced them to give her her rites as we sent her over...I don't care how fucking much they hated her, we don't need to tempt Fate anymore than we already have...If only that fucking cunt of a Bowyer hadn't used sub-par materials in that longbow, I would've put one into her, though...Fucking 'Masterwork' quality...Hah, I've shat turds higher quality than that useless piece of shit."

Davrin pauses, and grabs one of the bottles of Green Man--surprisingly, he has been rationing it.

"after that, it was pretty smooth sailing. We encountered a halfling merchant ship, and guess what, THEY ACTUALLY HAD HANNA. How the hell, I don't know, but I was so fucking happy to see her again, ever since that fucker stole her, that I'm not about to ask any questions. Next we stopped over in the port where I found this Green Man...Best alcohol I've ever sent down me throat. I had still more good luck, as I was able to win a few hundred at the games on shore...Yet another sign that something really bad was about to happen, I suppose. After that, we sailed for 14 days straight right up until last night...where we fought the most horrifying creature I've faced in my life. We were drifting through fog that was continually getting thicker, then quick as lightning, it grabbed the dwarf and slammed him against the fo'castle. It was so heavily armoured with debris, I knew my arrows would be no good, so I heroically leapt from the Crow's Nest, and down right next to him, trying to cut him free....That's all I can fucking remember....Never have I felt so bloody fucking--"

There is a large ink stain on the page....Perhaps he knocked over his ink in a fit of rage?

"Never again, not even if I have to travel a thousand leagues with a Gryphon on my back. It's too close to how I lost Hanna...Never again."

These are all the pages I've found so far...Perhaps in time, more will find their way to me...

Savage Tides: ECL 4 Davrin Fel Fighter (Targeteer) 2/ Ranger 2: Bio/Backstory

--A man groans loudly on the floor of the tavern as Davrin pulls an unbroken chair from another table and sits back down.--

"Well, that went well..."

--A squinty-eyed man with the air of a scholar about him sits across the table from Davrin.--
"Now, you were saying something about my family?"

--The man squeaks slightly--

"Ah, right, my father," the word is almost spat out. "I suppose I might've been more diplomatic than telling him to take 'the family's reputation' and go fuck a walrus...But, that wouldn't have been me, now would it have?" Davrin chuckles slightly at that. "It all goes back to the first day my father decided that money wasn't enough, he wanted to ensure the family's role in city as a political and mercantile power. I was nine at the time, and my studies--if you could call them that--rapidly switched from tales of knight-errants and abacī to every sort of abstract and arcane matter you could possibly think of--volumes upon volumes of political intrigue and Ladies sleeping with Lords not their own, and how it affected the price of salt in Tusmit."

--Davrin picks up the mug on the table only to find it empty, and motions for a barmaid to refill it--

"It was in those years, as I became barricaded behind book after book, that I watched my father go from the honest, healthy--if overly large--man he used to be, to a squalid shadow of his former self...I wisely deduced that the elevation in status was the main reason for this, but I could do nothing. Gone was the father whom gazed upon me with such happiness whilst I performed fake sword drills in the courtyard...Any feelings I had left for the old bastard were gone that day when he told me I was going to the Academy or he would disinherit me--told me it was for the sake of the family's reputation. Hah, if only he knew what my sister had been doing."

--Again he reaches for the mug, only to find it still empty. Throwing it on the ground, he yells at the barkeep: "OI! GET YER SODDING WENCH TO BRING ME A GLASS." A man stands up behind him and tells him to pipe down, to which he replies with the flat end of the wooden serving tray from the table.--

"Fuck, this place is worse than I remembered. Where was..So I was right fucking mad after he said that, but I was in possession of a little more of my brain then than I am now, and so I decided to play along...Once I moved into the Academy, hewould send me some money for my classes and other things, and I started a little "savings fund." At first it was just for some booze and other things, but one of my mates pointed out how easy it'd be to buy my way into the milit'ry, and get off easy. It was simple enough to pay one of the smartsy-ones to write up a little document saying how well I was doin' in my classes, and keep quiet about it, and finally after two years of it, I was done. I wrote a little 'love' letter to my father, and jumped on the next ship to Port Toli to join the Units of the Princes. It was there, they introduced me to Hanna," as he says this, Davrin reaches over to lovingly caress an unusually large longbow leaning against the wall of the tavern."Ah, me and my Hanna....We've been together a great long time...I have to admit, they gave me just about the only thing I haven't fucked up in this miserable life...I'll have to tell you the story of her name some other time."

--About this time, a serving girl finally shows up...only to walk right past with a tray of mugs balanced on her shoulder...obviously, his drink isn't coming anytime soon.--

"Damn that girl. I need a fucking drink right now. But anyway, it was them as what taught me how to use my Hanna to put an arrow through the eye-slit on a pavise at a hundred-fifty feet. How to scout ahead, and forage in the forest--to be completely at home in the woods as you are in your study.

--At this point, the serving girl comes by with another tray and Davrin reaches up to grab one right as the girl tries to dance out of reach. The tray comes crashing down and the usual tavern noise stops for a second...The bartender points at Davrin and yells "OUT! I've had enough of your trouble! You still haven't paid your tab you filthy bastard!" One of the bar's brutes starts heading towards Davrin.--

"Ah...look, I'm sorry but we might have to cut this short....Would you mind giving me the amount we agreed on, and I'll answer any other questions you have somewhere safer?"

--The scholar looks at Davrin....sighs and slowly draws out a purse, and sets it on the table.--

"Thanks, man." Davrin turns to the brute, just as he gets there, "here, take that back to your master. It should clear the air between us."

--The brute takes the purse, but also reaches for the Greatbow on the wall--

"Oh fucking hell no you don't, mate. Touch it and you die."

--The brute glares at Davrin, but once he sees he won't back down, he grabs him by the shoulder and hauls him up to the counter.--

The innkeeper takes the purse from the brute and tips it onto the counter--copper coins, and a few silver pieces tumble out. "This all you got? Fucking swine, you owe me more than double this pile of petty shit."

"WHAT? YOU SLIME-CROTCHED GOAT-FUCKING SON OF A WEREBEAR! I'LL GET YOU, YOU COCKLESS SMURF!" Davrin swears at the "scholar" who is beating a hasty retreat towards the door of the tavern. "Look man, just give me time. I told you I'd get the money, and you have some of it. You don't have to be so harsh."

The innkeeper looks at him, and laughs...."Bah, you're so damnably pathetic I don't even need to waste my time on you...Thump, throw 'im down the privy..."

Thus begins the tale of Davrin Fel.

Savage Tide: ECL 5 Bazland Stiffpole dwarf fighter 2 / pyschic warrior 3 : journal entry 7

    Magic is so interesting to me.  The fact that you can get back life to a lifeless, limp, body.
   Like Rowyn the leader of the lotus dragons. Her family brought her back to life and she hunted us down, for vengeance because we killed off her entire Rouge gang. I don't think all of the other people on the boat thought I should of kill her, but I did.
    On another note, I apparently need to bring soap with me all the time. That ooze weakness was soap. Or at least that's what the druid told me. So now I'm going to start carrying a bar of soap with me.  It could of saved me from that terrible flesh eating slime.

Savage Tide: ECL 5 Bazland Stiffpole dwarf fighter 2/pyschic warrior 3: journal entry 6

I'm glad that we finally got that disease out of me. I feel like myself again.
 Lavinia said that we need to get a boat. There is the Sea Wyvern in the bay at Krakens cove. We need to go get that boat so that we can go to the Isle of Dread.

Savage Tide: ECL 4 Bazland Stiffpole dwarf fighter 2 / pyschic warrior 2 : journal entry 5

After I killed many of those deformed pirates, I noticed that I was bit by one those monstrous humans. The area where I was bit burns and tingles. We need to get it fixed quick! I poured rum on the wound to serialize it. (Waste of good rum in my opinion.) I can feel the sickness in my vains. Rushing to take over its host, me. I hope we find the cure before it's to late.

                       ~Bazland Stiffpole~

Some details about the Achievement: Trophy Collector

Harvesting and preserving body parts have been detailed in some published material. This information has been gathered under this achievement in order to show how to properly harvest, preserve, and display the trophies.

This information has been updated in the Aryathan Jiil Campaign Setting.pdf and added to the google drive.

Trophy Collector

Tier I Collect trophies from 10 different foes.

Tier II Collect trophies from 25 different foes.

Tier III Collect trophies from 50 different foes.

Note: A trophy is a body part, chosen at the time when you first take a trophy and cannot later be changed, such as a toe, finger, ear, tail, or scalp. Thereafter anytime you choose to take a trophy from a defeated creature, it must be the same body part.

To qualify as a trophy, the body part must be taken from a creature that has a CR at least 2 higher than your effective character level.

The trophies should be collected in some way as to display them as trophies, such as on a necklace, belt strap, or even a display case in a building.

The process of making a trophy is as follows:

1.       Harvest the trophy, requires 10 minutes and a successful DC 15 Profession (taxidermy check). Dead bodies deteriorate enough in 15 minutes that good specimens can no longer be obtained, so this process must begin within the first 5 minutes after death.

2.       Preserve the trophy, requires 1 hour and a DC 20 Profession (taxidermy) check. This involves embalming materials that cost 1 gp per trophy.

The use of gentle repose spells and preserving jars may increase the time for harvesting and preserving. But to qualify as a trophy, they must be properly preserved and put on display with the other trophies.

Please keep a record of each your trophies on your character sheet, with some details about its defeat and its creature kind. 

Savage Tide: ECL 4 Bazland Stiffpole dwarf fighter 2/pyschic warrior 2: Bio

     Born into a group of great fighters was a small child  named Bazland Stiffpole. He was different than the other children of his mighty clan. He was in interested in pyschics and how they had powers like that of wizards but better. They have power a like druids, wizards, and duskblades.  But they make all of them look small when compared to a pyschic warrior.  {A psychic warrior combines a pyschic and a fighter together making the meanest warrior of all.} He was very interested in learning how to become a pyschic warrior but his parents forbid him from learning the mystical powers.  They believe that it was evil and said that demons would eat his whole family if he continued his search to learn about psychics. So because of that he waited until hearly was kicked out of his house to learn about them.

                        ~Bazland Stiffpole~

Savage Tide: ECL 4 Balance Stiffpole dwarf fighter 2/pyschic warrior 2: journal entry 4

 After we made it out of that dungeon/basement I feel as though we should keep looking for Ms. Vanderborn's brother.

  Well I was right, she wants us to keep looking for him, but don't kill him. We are supposed to bring him in for justice.  Make him pay for what he did to his parents. To be honest,  I'd have him killed by us but that's not what I'm gething paid for.

                    ~Bazland Stiffpole~

Savage Tide: ECL 2 Bazland Stiffpole Dwarf Fighter 1/ Psychic Warrior 1: Journal entry 3

I knew we would find a way out of that terrible island. There were a lot of zombies down there and crabs. The swimming was pretty easy. We also found all that money. Then we got attacked at that animal stuffing place. Now we are going to find out where this dungeon is underneath this place.

Savage Tide: ECL 2 Bazland Stiffpole Dwarf Fighter 1, Psychic Warrior 1: Journal entry 2

     I kind of seen this coming from that shady guy, Shefton Rosk. I believe that he led us in this trap. Now we're stuck in this dungeon killing zombies. We have already killed nine zombies. I think that there has to be a different way out of here. We will find the way out how ever long it takes.