Deep Water and Shoals - A Swashbuckling Campaign
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Vemuz hurries up the hatch on deck and blows his pipe loudly, calling the all hands.
He watches as the crew comes up. He waits, and waits...
"All right, where is that blasted son of a whore? Who's seen Arthur Orville? I reckon he's in his bunk knitting a new pillow for his bum for all the hard sitting about he has to do today. Ben Stern! Go fetch him up here by his ear, will you? Drag him out of bed in his nightclothes if need be."
He watches as the crew comes up. He waits, and waits...
"All right, where is that blasted son of a whore? Who's seen Arthur Orville? I reckon he's in his bunk knitting a new pillow for his bum for all the hard sitting about he has to do today. Ben Stern! Go fetch him up here by his ear, will you? Drag him out of bed in his nightclothes if need be."
Bob Aberton
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(OOC All:
I'm afraid I can't make a DM post tonight...I'm sleep deprived and have a mountain of work ahead of me.
I'll post sometime around 3:00 PM EST Tomorrow [ie Friday].
Sorry I couldn't post the DM post today...I'm feeling a bit drained right now, can't really muster up the energy to write a good DM Post, so I'll defer until tomorrow.
Until then, see you all later.)
I'm afraid I can't make a DM post tonight...I'm sleep deprived and have a mountain of work ahead of me.
I'll post sometime around 3:00 PM EST Tomorrow [ie Friday].
Sorry I couldn't post the DM post today...I'm feeling a bit drained right now, can't really muster up the energy to write a good DM Post, so I'll defer until tomorrow.
Until then, see you all later.)
)Bob Aberton
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Vemuz,
Ben Stern nods grimly.
"Yessir," he says, with a certain amount of vindictivenes, and disappears below.
There is a shout, the sounds of a brief struggle, and then Arthur Orville appears ondeck, being hauled along by Ben Stern. Ben Stern pulls a large, half-empty flask out of his hip and shows it to you for inspection.
"Found this in his bunk, Mr. Thriceborn, sir," he says.
(OOC: Rolled your spot check for you to speed things up)
You detect a slight fragrance of rum on Orville's breath. His face is flushed, and he slurs his words slightly as he loudly protests his treatment at the hands of Ben Stern.
(OOC: If you want a good nautical punishment for Orville, there are several appropriate to the situation:
The "Handspike Watch:" give him a handspike or belaying pin and make him stand "on parade" in front of the crew. Particularly humiliating because it implies he is a soger (a lazy, incompetent seaman).
Simple Intimidation to bring him in line (just roll an Intimidate check).
Clapped in Irons (exactly what it says).
Docked Pay (generally should be used only with the Captain's approval)
Or any combination of the above.
Also, please don't take this as railroading. These are not subtly disguised attempts at railroading or anything, merely flavor suggestions should you choose a particular course of action.)
Bimzoole,
"Indeed," says Mr. Lang. "Carry on, Mr. Marper."
All,
The crew stands gathered on the quarterdeck, wondering why they have all been called aft.
(OOC All: Sorry about posting late...I'll be posting again tomorrow, as usual.)
Ben Stern nods grimly.
"Yessir," he says, with a certain amount of vindictivenes, and disappears below.
There is a shout, the sounds of a brief struggle, and then Arthur Orville appears ondeck, being hauled along by Ben Stern. Ben Stern pulls a large, half-empty flask out of his hip and shows it to you for inspection.
"Found this in his bunk, Mr. Thriceborn, sir," he says.
(OOC: Rolled your spot check for you to speed things up)
You detect a slight fragrance of rum on Orville's breath. His face is flushed, and he slurs his words slightly as he loudly protests his treatment at the hands of Ben Stern.
(OOC: If you want a good nautical punishment for Orville, there are several appropriate to the situation:
The "Handspike Watch:" give him a handspike or belaying pin and make him stand "on parade" in front of the crew. Particularly humiliating because it implies he is a soger (a lazy, incompetent seaman).
Simple Intimidation to bring him in line (just roll an Intimidate check).
Clapped in Irons (exactly what it says).
Docked Pay (generally should be used only with the Captain's approval)
Or any combination of the above.
Also, please don't take this as railroading. These are not subtly disguised attempts at railroading or anything, merely flavor suggestions should you choose a particular course of action.)
Bimzoole,
"Indeed," says Mr. Lang. "Carry on, Mr. Marper."
All,
The crew stands gathered on the quarterdeck, wondering why they have all been called aft.
(OOC All: Sorry about posting late...I'll be posting again tomorrow, as usual.)
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Tonguez
A suffusion of yellow
Malachi comes forward to watch the Swordfisher at work and wondering whether he will prove a true son of the Island or one made soft by too much civilisation. The ship seems to be goinjg at a good pace and he is sure he can let his attentions stray for a moment...
(ooc I haven't been sailing for 15 years! - but I remember Beam Reach for Wind at right angles and Broad Reach for any other angle. did a bit of sailing at school when I was 15! (and studied a unit on Pacific non-instrument (Celestial) Navigation)
(ooc I haven't been sailing for 15 years! - but I remember Beam Reach for Wind at right angles and Broad Reach for any other angle. did a bit of sailing at school when I was 15! (and studied a unit on Pacific non-instrument (Celestial) Navigation)
Vemuz' face curls up in pent up anger at the sight of Arthur Orville. His red eyes turn even more red as their usual bloodshot state becomes even more pronounced.
In anger he walks over to the rail and grabs a handspike laying on the deck. He tosses it forcefully at Arthur Orville, levelled at his chest so he can catch it, but still notice the full impact of the throw. "Take this, sailor." The word sailor comes out as a sneer.
"At attention! You are to keep guard on deck Mr. Orville. Patrol from this end to the other for your next watch, which you will maintain until I tell you otherwise. Bear your 'firearm' vigilantly and pray that I be merciful on you when you have finished."*
As Arthur Orville assumes the duty Vemuz turns toward the rest of the crew. "The sea is a heartless wench, mind ye all, and we are at her mercy. Together we fight her cruel whims and survive to see the shore again. I'll not trust my life, nor your lives, to soggers and marines**. We all work hard on this ship. You'll not see me with pearls for eyes on account of anyone's laziness. She'll have to stretch us all to the end of our wits before we let her take us down to the bottom. Do you all understand?"
Vemuz snatches the flask from Ben Stern and retreats to report the occurance to the captain.
* To make a sailor shoulder a handspike, and walk fore and aft the deck, like a sentry, is the most ignominious punishment that could be put upon him. Such a punishment inflicted upon an able seaman in a vessel of war, would break his spirit down more than a flogging.
** "Marine" is the term applied more particularly to a man who is ignorant and clumsy about seaman's work- a greenhorn- a land-lubber.
In anger he walks over to the rail and grabs a handspike laying on the deck. He tosses it forcefully at Arthur Orville, levelled at his chest so he can catch it, but still notice the full impact of the throw. "Take this, sailor." The word sailor comes out as a sneer.
"At attention! You are to keep guard on deck Mr. Orville. Patrol from this end to the other for your next watch, which you will maintain until I tell you otherwise. Bear your 'firearm' vigilantly and pray that I be merciful on you when you have finished."*
As Arthur Orville assumes the duty Vemuz turns toward the rest of the crew. "The sea is a heartless wench, mind ye all, and we are at her mercy. Together we fight her cruel whims and survive to see the shore again. I'll not trust my life, nor your lives, to soggers and marines**. We all work hard on this ship. You'll not see me with pearls for eyes on account of anyone's laziness. She'll have to stretch us all to the end of our wits before we let her take us down to the bottom. Do you all understand?"
Vemuz snatches the flask from Ben Stern and retreats to report the occurance to the captain.
* To make a sailor shoulder a handspike, and walk fore and aft the deck, like a sentry, is the most ignominious punishment that could be put upon him. Such a punishment inflicted upon an able seaman in a vessel of war, would break his spirit down more than a flogging.
** "Marine" is the term applied more particularly to a man who is ignorant and clumsy about seaman's work- a greenhorn- a land-lubber.
dead_radish
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Upon hearing the commotion (The all-hands call) Malthas shakes himself awake, and stands up to watch. Seeing Vemuz's actions, he nods approvingly to himself. Having seen punishments like this before, he quietly draws his rapier, and keeps his eye on the humilated sailor, ready to intervene if things turn violent.
Bob Aberton
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(OOC All: I know this post is short (and OOC...). I'll write a nice long post tomorrow. Sorry, but tonight, like other nights in the recent past, I'm really tired and have a lot of work ahead of me. Pre-Christmas frenzy and all that is starting early this year, I guess
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Bob Aberton
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Vemuz,
There is a roar of laughter from the assembled company as Orville staggers back from the force of your throw, then reluctantly picks up the handspike, and, dragging it after him, shuffles off toward the fo'c'sle. He shoots a terrified glance at you, then shoulders the handspike and starts pacing back and forth.
"Alright, lads, no need t'fear now; we've got a brave little marine guardin' us, eh?" Ben Stern says loudly and derisively. The sailor's laughter is deafening.
"What a soger," mutters an old greybeard in disgust, spitting at Orville's feet. Lem Harvey and the pair of Iberrean sailors, Jean Orleau and Luc d'Erville, follow suit, turning their backs on the disgraced sailor.
Captain McCrenshaw at that moment arises from his cabin. He walks over to helm, observes the binnacle, then, hearing the commotion, comes over to where Orville is "on parade."
"Gunnery drills started already, Orville?" he asks sarcastically. "Jest watch how y' handle that thing - firearm like that's a dangerous thing in the wrong 'ands." He points at the handspike. Then he turns to you.
"Mr. Thriceborn, a word?"
He escorts you out of the hearing of the assembled sailors, then says gravely,
"Is there any reason why y' made Orville stand the handspike watch? Rather a severe punishment, I sh'd think."
Bimzoole,
Mr. Lang turns to you.
"Nevermind that soger over there. You may commence gunnery drills, Mr. Marper," he says.
Jonah,
A swarthy, graceful man in sailor's clothes walks by, heading toward a knot of sailors near the quarterdeck. He turns to you.
"They are making Orville stand a handspike watch," he says, in a thick accent that could be Espirantish. "Thees will be a sight to see. Are you going to join us for gunnery dreels?" He gestures toward the knot of sailors at the quarterdeck.
Nicodemus,
You grab your bag, and rush out on deck, to find a sailor, Arthur Orville, pacing the deck with a handspike held over his shoulder like a musket, enduring withering derision from his comrades.
There is a roar of laughter from the assembled company as Orville staggers back from the force of your throw, then reluctantly picks up the handspike, and, dragging it after him, shuffles off toward the fo'c'sle. He shoots a terrified glance at you, then shoulders the handspike and starts pacing back and forth.
"Alright, lads, no need t'fear now; we've got a brave little marine guardin' us, eh?" Ben Stern says loudly and derisively. The sailor's laughter is deafening.
"What a soger," mutters an old greybeard in disgust, spitting at Orville's feet. Lem Harvey and the pair of Iberrean sailors, Jean Orleau and Luc d'Erville, follow suit, turning their backs on the disgraced sailor.
Captain McCrenshaw at that moment arises from his cabin. He walks over to helm, observes the binnacle, then, hearing the commotion, comes over to where Orville is "on parade."
"Gunnery drills started already, Orville?" he asks sarcastically. "Jest watch how y' handle that thing - firearm like that's a dangerous thing in the wrong 'ands." He points at the handspike. Then he turns to you.
"Mr. Thriceborn, a word?"
He escorts you out of the hearing of the assembled sailors, then says gravely,
"Is there any reason why y' made Orville stand the handspike watch? Rather a severe punishment, I sh'd think."
Bimzoole,
Mr. Lang turns to you.
"Nevermind that soger over there. You may commence gunnery drills, Mr. Marper," he says.
Jonah,
A swarthy, graceful man in sailor's clothes walks by, heading toward a knot of sailors near the quarterdeck. He turns to you.
"They are making Orville stand a handspike watch," he says, in a thick accent that could be Espirantish. "Thees will be a sight to see. Are you going to join us for gunnery dreels?" He gestures toward the knot of sailors at the quarterdeck.
Nicodemus,
You grab your bag, and rush out on deck, to find a sailor, Arthur Orville, pacing the deck with a handspike held over his shoulder like a musket, enduring withering derision from his comrades.
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