Deep Water and Shoals - A Swashbuckling Campaign

[Tonguez]

Vemuz & Malachi,
(OOC: Still here? You can post here too, you know )

Hey sorry life has been busy

IC

Malachi grunts and grins at Vemuz "Aye a story, old old story ma Mama tol' me when ah was nae bot a pik'nee

A City grown straigh' up fra' dhe Cor-ral, buil'dit o'er dhe mouth of ol' Long Jaws. In old times two bruddas rule it fer lohng time an' much gude coms fram dhem.
Dhen won day bad people com, people dhat worship bad powars, dhat eats dhe flesh o' turtles, - dhey destroy all - an' after dhem dhe place be cursed fram dhat day on to dhis.
Dhe City be a place of - um how you say Eitu - t'ings got no body but much powar ya know?

Noone go dhere, 'cause dhat curse bot some story's say some odders hav' be'n dhere, an' all com back much crazy ya know...."

(ooc if you need a translation just ask)

 

[wings]

Antheos shrugged and put the yarting into his lap softly strumming it as he and mal sat there, adding precious music to the otherwise stale and arid grog shop. He seems to become even more casual than before, his muscles loosening as his fingers crawl over the strings. The soft melody seems exceptionally good for even such a small occasion, a soft sad song that seems more fit for a grand ballroom than a dinky taproom.

(Wow! I rolled a perform check out of curiostiy, figuring you could just roll yourself if that is how you do it, but i rolled a natural 20. Which would total a result of 32, +10 skill mod +2 for masterwork yarting.)

 

[kenjib]

Vemuz strokes his beard, lost in thought for a moment. "Ah, yes. It's all coming back now." He finally lifts his mug and downs the drink in one great gulp. He places the mug down onto the drops that he had drawn on the table, scattering the impromptu liquid map.

Vemuz' attention is grabbed by the musician playing nearby. Even his uncouth sensibilities can recognize the man's amazing talent. Nonetheless, Vemuz chuckles (an action which sounds almost more like a rumble than a laugh). "Malachi, what do you suppose a fop like that is doing here instead of at home with the womenfolk?"

 

[Uriel]

OoC: New comp finally onlineWoohoo!

IC: Nicodemus leaves the shope, his transactions finished and heads to the aforementioned tavern that most of the Boys were headed for.
A pint of Ale (or 5) is just what was called for, and a pint or 2 for Artimus as well.

 

[Tonguez]

"Malachi, what do you suppose a fop like that is doing here instead of at home with the womenfolk?"

Malachi also turns and sees the singer, his nose wrinkling. He chuckles at Vemuzs comment "per'aps he com looki' fer a Sweetheart" Malachi replies "-dhat black elf meybe yeah?!"

 

[Bob Aberton]

(OOC All: Sorry for not posting for so long...I've been remarkbly busy, and you seemed to be taking the initiative, so to speak, pretty well...I'm back now for the foreseable future, anyway...)

Antheos,

As the silver notes of your yarting permeate the stale tavern air, its drunk, half-drunk, and drunk patrons slowly cease their commotion and stare at you in surprise, though some stare more at your fine clothes than at you.

"Cor," growls the sailor in the checked shirt. "If y'can sing a shanty half as well as y' pluck thet misbegotten fiddle there, I'd say the CALYPSO'S GRACE has a new shantyman. Dependin' on the choice o' the captain, of course."

Malthas,

You stand where you are, listening a while to the clear notes of the newcomer's yarting.

But you are soon distracted by a vision; the serving woman you know so well is sitting - reclining would be a better word for it - at the corner table, where she said she'd be after her shift was over. She catches your eye, and blows a kiss to you, sporting an inviting smile all the while.

 

[dead_radish]

Malthas grins widely, and nods to the musician. "I fear that I am called elsewhere. Perhaps once aboard we can test our wits and our steel. But now, Lady Fortune calls me." He strolls over towards the serving girl, attempting to catch Malachai's eye as he does, to let him know that he'll be "unavailable" for a time. He also casually drops his pouch of coin on Malachai's table (using Quicker than the Eye if need be to hide it from the tavern, but not Malachai), keeping only a few gold coins for himself, as well as his magical items, save for Tuaana. The lass is comely, but a bar wench is still a bar wench at heart.

 

[Tonguez]

Malachi grins as Malthas as the halfling drops the purse which Malachi quickly slips into his shirt.

"Malthus gonna get somet'ing gude yea" he offers by way of comment as the halfing moves on a broad grin on his face...

 

[kenjib]

By now, Vemuz' mind has wandered back off to the rolling sea even as he sits in the tavern - a calm breeze, clear sky, and the unfathomably haunting mysteries of the deep. If by sheer force of will he could drive time forward like a strong wind filling it's sails, he would. Closer...closer...destiny waits...

 

[Uriel]

Nico enters the grog-shop, Artimus in tow <dressed in tiny blue vest and tri-cornered hat>, looking about for any of his mates. <Spot 19>. Upon seeing any, he will buy a round for as many fellow crewmembers as he sees, 2 for himself and one for Artimus and move to their table/area/corner-of-the-bar-where-they-are-slumped-in-drunkeness.