Aazwen Shadewood -
L1 Perfectly Normal Ranger
While the others chose hammocks, Aazwen chose the floor beneath the swaying nets, to no one's surprise.
This kept Aazwen's body safely out of the way most of the time. The rest of the time it would tend to roll from wall to wall at the whim of the waves, limp arms flailing around, open-mouth with tongue lolling to and fro. If not for the fact that it snored from time to time, it would be reasonable to call for a burial at sea.
Aazwen's everpresent gecko chose the wall beneath one of the hammocks, dining from time to time upon the various tiny creatures that infest most ships whether at dock or at sea.
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Awake at just the right time, much to the chagrin of certain others, the elf decides after some internal but slightly audible self-debate to join the game. He had lost soundly the last time, but he had new shinies and perhaps they would be luckier and multiply rather than disappear from his pocket.
He settles down in a cross-legged position before the mat and, when given the dice, rolls a
3. He looks at Kermis and says in a suitably barbarianish tone and volume, "
SEE? WE ARE SAME, KERMIS AND AAZWEN ROLL DICE LIKE ONE BARBARIAN!" Go forth and lose, o' mighty elf....