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Thursday, 21st April, 2011, 06:36 PM #31
Minor Trickster (Lvl 4)
"OW!" Jesse clutches his head for a moment, a magical voice booms in his head, but Jesse drowns it out quickly enough.
"Very funny, human." Jesse retorted grumpily, "I'm not in the mood, so go away."
The shock caused him to awaken from his drunken stupor and his headache was fading. But just in case, Jesse decided to set up some simple magic to deter any further pranks.
Last edited by treex; Thursday, 21st April, 2011 at 06:39 PM.
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Thursday, 21st April, 2011, 07:04 PM #32
Ardens looks at the tiefling and chuckles quietly to himself before looking around for the other two members of their group. Not seeing them, he turns back to Damien and awaits a response.
Ardens (Human Mage (Pyromancer) 1)
Thursday, 21st April, 2011, 07:36 PM #33
Cutpurse (Lvl 5)
*Cyrus idly sits upon a barrel on the ship filing his nails, having sneaked on well before the others arrived. His keen eyes occasionally looking up and around at the activity going on upon the ship. He pockets his file and stands to his feet before making his way over towards the others. He looks down upon them standing on the docks.*
Shall we get this show on the road? I'm not getting paid by the hour here, so unless you'd like me to start billing you as such. I'd suggest we get a move on.
*Folding his arms over his chest*
Kauldron (Goblin Paladin 8), Hunzu (Shardmind Mage 3), Cyrus (Khan Executioner 3)
Thursday, 21st April, 2011, 09:58 PM #34
Damien looks at the human with content and almost to prove a point plucks his last bird off his trap and swallows almost the entire creature whole.
He sneers and says
"There now can we quit playing our little pranks and begin moving?"
With that he begins making his way up the dock towards The Salty Dog.
Friday, 22nd April, 2011, 01:07 AM #35
Gallant (Lvl 3)
Friday, 22nd April, 2011, 12:42 PM #36
Thaumaturgist (Lvl 9)
Ixenvalignat shuffles up the gangplank, a little late to the party. For a while, he was afraid he had missed the ship altogether. It being not exactly as grand as the dwarf had described, he mistook it for a cargo vessel and passed it by on his first time round the harbor, but seeing no other suitable sailing craft, he supposed this had to be it, What an odd-looking bunch.
Immediately, the dragonborn realizes that, with the exception of the captain, he is likely the oldest one on the ship, though just as green and clueless as any of them, I just hope I can keep up with these guys.
He puts his chest down on the mid-deck and takes a seat, leaning against the rail watching the crew make ready to cast off on yet another of many seagoing excursions he's had to make to get him this far.OOC
LEB Character: Arkavas - Deva Artivicer 5
L4W Character: Mikara Li Mesadh - Elf Ranger 7
L4W Character: Eithal Lemindt Arehei - Goliath Warden 10
L4W Character: Ixenvalignat - Dragonborn Warlord 3
"Taking one's chances is like taking a bath, because sometimes, you end up feeling comfortable and warm, and sometimes, there is something terrible lurking around that you cannot see until it is too late, and you can do nothing else but scream and cling to a plastic duck." -Lemony Snicket The Slippery Slope
Friday, 22nd April, 2011, 02:38 PM #37
Gallant (Lvl 3)
”Good morn.”, Rogar greets everyone, scowling at the lively halfling. He turns and shouts out, ”Jack! Get down here! Durned elf…[mutters]”. You see an male elf spring lightly down the gang plank, a look of serene look of acceptance upon his face, as if he was a parent resigned to his child’s bad additude. ”This here is Jack, me skipper. He’ll show ya where to store yer gear and where you be asleepin’ “. He turns, and sweeps his arm as if to show off his ship. ”She’s a beaut’ ain’t she?”, Rogar says as he points to the caravel. ”She’s the pride of me fleet.”. From behind him, Jack the Skipper mutters, ”Aye, it be the only ship IN the fleet’. Rogar apparently didn’t hear the elf’s words, but instead turns to the nearest dock hand ”No, no, no… ye worthless cur…” and he wanders off berating the unfortunate dock hand.
”Alright, now, if you’ll kindly follow me.”, Jack says in a tone usually reserved for those who serve nobles. Turning, he walks up the plank and over to a deck hatch. He points to a ladder that leads deeper into the ships belly.
”You gentlemen can stow any gear down below. You’ll find a common room in which you will all bunk. Hammocks are hung, enough for each if you so choose. Besides yourselves, the captain and myself, the other crew members are Aziim our navigator,” Jack points to the stern, to which Aziim scowls in return. ”Braedin, the ship’s cook – if you can call her that - she is also below deck and sleeps in the galley. Be careful about speaking of that one’s patronage, she’s a little sensitive of her orcish father. Whiggans stays high atop the rigging in the crow’s nest. That gentleman is a man of a thousand words. And finally there are a couple of sailors we picked up here in Duanton to shore up our crew. They’ll sleep atop the forecastle. Good? Good!”, and then turns and heads back to oversee the loading of the lower holds.
A bell rings from the stern, signaling the last load is being stowed. Rogar comes stomping up the gang plank, Jack materializing almost magically at his side ”Captain on deck!”. Instantly all the sailors line up to hear the captain speak.
”Now listen up ye scurvy dogs. We have our orders. We have the cargo in the hold, and the harbormaster has givin’ us his permission ta leave. We’re a ridin’ with the tide.”. Behind him, the sailors jump to their duties, and soon sounds of creaking ropes, clanking chains and shouts fill the air as the ship prepares to weigh anchor and launch.
Rogar turns and says, ”Why haven’t ye stowed yer gear yet? Well get it done, and while yer at it figure how you plan to guard me ship. Between the six of ya, ye may be able to have enough ta figure it out. It is 3 days ta reach the Isle of Opposition, and our mysterious island is supposed ta beyond that. We be havin’ one final stop for provisions afore we search for this island. Lookout says there should be fine sailing weather, but knowin’ the Seas as I do that kin change afore ye can blink.” With that, Rogar turns and walks into his quarters below the wheelhouse and shuts the door.
Just as the sun begins to creep up on the horizon, you begin to feel the boat rock as it frees itself from its berth, turning with the tide. Your journey begins.
Training with the Crew
Helping Sail the Ship
Keeping a Lookout
Getting to Know Your Companions
Last edited by jsb420; Friday, 22nd April, 2011 at 02:51 PM.
Friday, 22nd April, 2011, 06:00 PM #38
Minor Trickster (Lvl 4)
"BLECH! UWEK! BLEK!"
The sound of vomit hitting the sea was gut-wrenching. Oddly, each gush of vomit was a different colour from the last one, most likely an effect from the Rainbow Ripple Rum that Jesse drank.
"Ugh *hurls again* never...*gasp*...been at sea before...should...take a rest..."
Jesse slumps down against the deck, his stomach finally calming down for a while. He knew that the next wave of vomiting will be imminent, but was still grateful for a small gap of time where stomach doesn't feel like it was making somersaults.
"Master...*wheeze* should have told of the dangers of the woooorld." he slurred. "Oh, wait. She did...ugh"
"Guys, I'll be heading...ugh, downstairs, ugh...maybe take a nap..." the tiefling said to his companions.
"Oh, and if you see me running down the halls, please make way for me. I'd probably have to hurl some more later."
With that, a small, weak smile appeared on his face. With slow, careful steps, Jesse heads "down below", clutching the walls for support.
Friday, 22nd April, 2011, 06:24 PM #39
Scout (Lvl 6)
Finnean walks around the ship talking to the crew. He tries to get their mind off the tedium of their tasks and lift their spirits with a story. As soon as the crew looks expectantly at him as though they could use an actual hand with the work, Finnean is off to chat with someone else. The last thing Finnean wants to do is manual labor, and it appears he's quite adept at avoiding such at all costs.
"Ya gotta love the salty air, nothing more refreshing." It's too bad Jesse's missing this."
Friday, 22nd April, 2011, 07:42 PM #40
After putting his little bit of belongings (save his greatbow) in the hold of the deck Damien heads to the bow of the ship.
He stares intently out forward Never have I seen such place he thought to himself.
Instead of carousing with the others Damien makes a point to examine every inch of his environment including climbing up the mast, into the crows nest and seeing what features this new habitat has to offer the hunter.
He pauses for a moment from the peak of the ship and looks down on the fellow crew. Maybe I should talk to the others? he thinks to himself. He then shakes his head a few times and says out loud "Nah especially with that runt spilling his guts everywhere on the ship."
Last edited by DemonicJester; Friday, 22nd April, 2011 at 07:47 PM.