D&D 5E (2014) Spell & Crossbones

[CanadienneBacon]

[section]Full of delight at a deal well-struck, Kid capered. Last night's storm had blown in with fury and ill-intent, and Kid had gone to the Coral Curse in the small hours, bottle in hand and a challenge for the Gods on his lips. The Fates, however, must have taken pity. He hadn't been consumed by the djab; instead, he'd been spun into a new tale.

A grin split Kid's face. He sauntered to the closest demiculverin he could reach, and permitted himself a caress of the cannon. The demi felt of velvet over steel. Memory washed over Kid. The buoy of waves, the smell of hot powder, the quiet of a doldrum off Tortuga. Picking up on the tenor of Roy's henchmen, Kid grinned wider and cat-called, "This 'un looks like a 'Polly' ter me! Fancy a dance, lass?" Kid winked at Barrington. [/section]

 

[peterka99]

Etienne, if you can find me a thumbnail sized pearl I can conduct an inquiry into the exact nature of the skin you acquired from the shaman.

Etienne understands this skin he despites got him trouble... again. He is still too impulsive when it comes to curses and mysteries. He scared the group. Magical-enhanced charm may be not enough to win the day. But he NEEDS to fill his purse and sell the wares.

(for himself) "Du Tourbillon needs a pearl. Well. I'll find one and trade furs for it. If the owner doesn't want to trade, I know how to temporary make people friendly.. then run. I'm fair, but despite stubborness. And those stupid enough to complain should have thought twice. I already killed a bear bare handed after all..."

The Spanish one has authority. And seems immune to his charms. Well, he will win her trust with his acts, not his honeyed words... He regains his composure and musters his charm: "Fine. I'll find you a pearl. I'll be back soon."

 

[Kobold Stew]

Barrington shakes the man's hand, sealing the deal, and then exhales. "It's a pleasure doing business with you, and of course any future business will come your way."

He's pleased with the deal, but knows this is only the start. He nods at Kid, a tight wry smile on his face, and asks, "Thank you, too. Care to help me now for the rest of the day?" Barrington's hoping for a yes, and he thinks Kid will be able to help him with what he has in mind.

He unslings his pack, and carefully removes four packages. Three contain coins: 50 pounds each, a mixture of notes and coins, tightly wrapped so that they do not clink, in inexpensive paper and string, or in once case within a tightly tied kerchief. It should not be obvious that these are the only such packages he possesses, but that's only because he wants to give the appearance of comfort and prosperity even when it is not actually there. The remaining ten pounds he removes from his wallet.

As he gives them to Roy (or whoever within Roy's sight is willing to take them, he turns, as if looking for more information. "Do you have a man in town through whom I can relay messages? Or would you prefer them to come here?" Once he has his answer, he nods, and continues, "That is how I shall make final payment and see to delivery of the demiculverins."

The fourth package is different. The corners are squared, and the oilskin wrap is clearly protecting something from external damage. Barrington undoes the knot of the leather cord that wraps it twice winding it around his fingers as he does so. The waterproofing is scratched from use, but the protection it offers has been effective for the notebook within looks pristine, and therefore out of place in the subterranean cavern.

"I think we'll be fine without the wagon," says Barrington, somewhat embarrassed by the show he is about to make of himself. While Komodo Roy's people are gathering the shot and the Mary Sue, and the limes, Barrington reviews his notes and draws a well of ether together in a concave nexus. The process takes several minutes, but once he has done so, he begins to sculpt the ether into a shield of sorts, that becomes increasingly circular (shimmering lights floating in the air and gradually taking on a disk-like appearance, to any nearby who would see). When the disk is ready, Barrington loads it up, and makes his way out of the cave, saying "Thank you, kindly" to anyone who escorts him out of Komodo Roy's lair.

As he walks along the beach (with Kid, presumably), and back towards Nassau in the early afternoon sun, Barrington avoids answering the most obvious question, and instead says, "That seemed to go very well. Why don't we try to get some food in you now?"

[[OOC: cast Tenser's Floating Disk as a ritual while material is gathered. He feels he is safe here (at least until the promised 250 gp are paid), and he wants to gauge the reaction of the men who work with Roy to the spell casting. Ideally that will carry the swivel gun, its shot, and the limes. It will carry 500#; perhaps that's enough to allow Kid to ride on it too if he likes.]].

 

[CanadienneBacon]

[section]"Al'ays 'ungry, cap'n. But I kin pay. An' cors I'm wit ya." Kid watched carefully as Barrington unloaded his pack. The lad angled his boy's body in such a way as to block what lines of sight he could, giving Barrington privacy. Still, Kid was careful to mentally inventory Barrington's things.

Kid stood stock still when Barrington's notebook appeared from its leather wrapping. A question started to form but died on the boy's tongue. He instead stared. His fingers curled inward reflexively. His heart was a bird, fevered in its desire to escape its cage. Wot's that silvery thing 'e's shapin'? Kid wondered, so enraptured at James's display that words wouldn't come aloud. When James began molding the ether, Kid craned forward his neck so hard that there was an audible crack in the warehouse as the boy stretched to see.

Once the disc was loaded with the gun, shot, and limes, Kid eyed Barrington with awe. The questions began to flow. "Wot were that, cap'n? Were that magic? Are you a ship's mage? The boy whispered the last, afraid of being overheard. "I 'eard o' ship's mages afore, but ne'er figgered I'd see 'un. Wouldn'a figgered you fer 'un."

The boy paused. "You'll teach me sommat, won't ye?" Try as he might, he couldn't keep the hope from his voice.[/section]

 

[peterka99]

Etienne mentally scans his options: "Such a pearl should costs over 100 livres if I buy it in town... there is pearl diving in the Caribbean, maybe I can find a diver who likes luxury furs. Otherwise, I can try to sell the fur on the market but it is illegal since i'm from Nouvelle France. I'll not get fair price with a fence. The diver is the best option. Hmm, what time is it ? Still early in the morning. I'll go to the native hamlet pearl hunting! I hope they are Arawak, not Tupi. I always confound their language."

He asked around: "Do you know the direction of the nearest native fisherman hamlet ?"

 

[Quickleaf]

Smuggler's Cove

Komodo Roy counts the money and checks to make sure its legit. In his line of work, one can't be too careful. Satisfied, he nods to Barrington, "Aye, there's a bald man with an honest face usually can be found by the docks. Myron. He can get messages to me swiftly." For a moment he quirks his brow as Barrington begins performing the etheric ritual, taking a step back. Several of the smugglers who can see what's going on make signs of the cross or back away carefully. Their reaction suggests that while they are no strangers to magic, they're still a simple superstitious lot. "Fancy trick that," says Roy acting nonplussed.

OOC: Yes, the disk will support the swivel gun, shot and powder, limes (and Kid!)

 

[Quickleaf]

Etienne mentally scans his options: "Such a pearl should costs over 100 livres if I buy it in town... there is pearl diving in the Caribbean, maybe I can find a diver who likes luxury furs. Otherwise, I can try to sell the fur on the market but it is illegal since i'm from Nouvelle France. I'll not get fair price with a fence. The diver is the best option. Hmm, what time is it ? Still early in the morning. I'll go to the native hamlet pearl hunting! I hope they are Arawak, not Tupi. I always confound their language."

He asked around: "Do you know the direction of the nearest native fisherman hamlet ?"

A sailor with weather skin like bark and tremors in his hands takes a momentary repast loading up a merchant vessel. Scrunching up his brows at Etienne, he gestures to the mountains behind them. "You mean the Lucayan? Well most of them are dead thanks to the Spanish bastards. Those that didn't die from pox were shipped to Hispaniola in chains. I hear there's a family with some mixed Lucayan blood - out west past Goodman's Bay. The Verguenzas. They live by the coast, haul up nets like their ancestors. But they don't take kindly to uninvited guests."

 

[CanadienneBacon]

[section]Kid thought a moment, trying to recall whether Myron was a known runner of Roy's and where he fell on the scoundrel spectrum. All the best liars 'ave 'onest faces.

Kid disguised his thoughts with a question for Barrington. "'ow's air so sturdy?" He pointed at the disc. [/section]

OOC: Intelligence or Wisdom (Insight) to see whether Myron is honest? Kid is concerned that Roy's runner may be naturally inclined to "share" a message with other ears.

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[CanadienneBacon]

OOC: Kid has Strange Luck. He rolled a natural 1 on his Insight roll. If the Insight roll is the more appropriate of the two, well...have fun.

 

[peterka99]

"You mean the Lucayan? Well most of them are dead thanks to the Spanish bastards. Those that didn't die from pox were shipped to Hispaniola in chains. I hear there's a family with some mixed Lucayan blood - out west past Goodman's Bay. The Verguenzas. They live by the coast, haul up nets like their ancestors. But they don't take kindly to uninvited guests."[/color]

"Give me direction by sea! I brought my fast Rabaska 10 passengers canoe on by boat. Natives always lack essential. Do you know if they are fond of some European food or drinks ? Something forbidden to them ?"

(to himself) Hmmm... Their Cacique may like to get nice furs in his hut. They always get the low side in transactions, so giving them restricted goods or firearms may win the day. If only my memory was better... No, it is not in my notebook... I will review my native grammar to communicate with them. A fellow near-native should inspire them trust... And I'm way faster by sea, only if the waves are not too high this morning...

OOC: What can I remind about them ? History check -1+1 (jack of all trades) + 13 = 13. I will use my Patois feature to communicate with them. And what is the value of my cargo ? I have a boat-full (fisherman's) of goods- some are not mine, but from my company- joint-ventured... I have some with me, the rest is in a warehouse space with my canoe. The boat was rented.