Deep Water and Shoals - A Swashbuckling Campaign
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Bob Aberton
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Jonah,
Captain McCrenshaw produces flint and tinder and, after a good many false starts, manages to light a fairly pathetic little fire from the damp wood lying around.
You sit, back to back, watching the forest just outside of the ring of firelight.
"How're y'r night eyes, Mr. Jonah?" asks the captain after a half-hour's silence.
(OOC: Spot & Listen check, please...)
Captain McCrenshaw produces flint and tinder and, after a good many false starts, manages to light a fairly pathetic little fire from the damp wood lying around.
You sit, back to back, watching the forest just outside of the ring of firelight.
"How're y'r night eyes, Mr. Jonah?" asks the captain after a half-hour's silence.
(OOC: Spot & Listen check, please...)
dead_radish
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OOC: Just lemme know when I'm back in the action.
Errr, you know what I mean.
Errr, you know what I mean.
Bob Aberton
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Jonah,
The fog continues to curl around you as you sit by the fire, examining the woods, which seem practically daylight to your drow eyes. You see nothing as of yet; however...
Your sharp ears catch the noise of a snapping twig, somewhere in the forest, about 100 yards away from the fire and to your left.
Captain McCrenshaw seems to have heard something, but does not know where the sound originates from.
"Mr. Jonah," he whispers urgently. "Did y' hear that? Might be perfectly harmless, might not be...did y' catch where it came from?"
Somewhere in the fog, you hear that confounded wolf howl again; it is answered by yet another, somewhere in the foggy wood, and closer than the last.
(OOC: Spot and listen checks again...)
The fog continues to curl around you as you sit by the fire, examining the woods, which seem practically daylight to your drow eyes. You see nothing as of yet; however...
Your sharp ears catch the noise of a snapping twig, somewhere in the forest, about 100 yards away from the fire and to your left.
Captain McCrenshaw seems to have heard something, but does not know where the sound originates from.
"Mr. Jonah," he whispers urgently. "Did y' hear that? Might be perfectly harmless, might not be...did y' catch where it came from?"
Somewhere in the fog, you hear that confounded wolf howl again; it is answered by yet another, somewhere in the foggy wood, and closer than the last.
(OOC: Spot and listen checks again...)
Tonguez
A suffusion of yellow
Malachi returned to his cabin his face solemn and his mind on the Lady.
He knew it was by her grace that he had been pulled from the waves and had come so far from his origin.
'Why must it be so' he asked silently of the goddess 'why must I be no more than an Porc in the eyes of others, why must my people be cursed as slaves - what is it that we we're created less! Please sweet Lady I do not understand...'
Alone in his cabin he bowed down his head and prayed
He knew it was by her grace that he had been pulled from the waves and had come so far from his origin.
'Why must it be so' he asked silently of the goddess 'why must I be no more than an Porc in the eyes of others, why must my people be cursed as slaves - what is it that we we're created less! Please sweet Lady I do not understand...'
Alone in his cabin he bowed down his head and prayed
Bob Aberton
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Jonah,
Captain McCrenshaw gets to his feet as well & checks the priming of his pistols.
"I'd best wake up our friends," he says, nudging Antheos and the boatmen with his foot. "If y' see somethin' out there, shoot it - by all accounts, th' elves don't wait ter ask questions..."
Meanwhile, whatever is out there in the woods remains hidden from view, even to your eyes, but you hear another twig crackle, and what sounds like a whispered curse in what could be garbled dialect of your native language.
After a few silent moments, you hear a wolf's howl, quickly answered by another and then another, all seemingly converging on your camp.
Antheos,
You feel a seaboot nudging you hard in the ribs.
"Wake up, Antheos," it is the Captain's voice, in a hoarse whisper. "There's something in th' woods right next to our camp, and th' nearest friendly bein's sixty miles downriver."
Malachi,
Your plea to the Lady for Her guidance is not answered in tangible words; but for a moment, the roaring of surf echoes in your ears, although the CALYPSO'S GRACE is anchored in a quiet harbor. A wind rustles through the cabin, and the pages of your prayerbook begin turning.
In a few moments, the wind dies, and the pages of the book stop turning. But your eye catches the first paragraph on the page.
Though I am laden down with the cares and troubles of this world, as the dead sailor is weighted with chain, still the waves have no hold of me. For the Lady Calypso buoys me up with Her love, and I do not drown. For storms rage and seas break, the Lady is my ship, and she will not let me sink, nor let the dark deeps take hold of me...
Captain McCrenshaw gets to his feet as well & checks the priming of his pistols.
"I'd best wake up our friends," he says, nudging Antheos and the boatmen with his foot. "If y' see somethin' out there, shoot it - by all accounts, th' elves don't wait ter ask questions..."
Meanwhile, whatever is out there in the woods remains hidden from view, even to your eyes, but you hear another twig crackle, and what sounds like a whispered curse in what could be garbled dialect of your native language.
After a few silent moments, you hear a wolf's howl, quickly answered by another and then another, all seemingly converging on your camp.
Antheos,
You feel a seaboot nudging you hard in the ribs.
"Wake up, Antheos," it is the Captain's voice, in a hoarse whisper. "There's something in th' woods right next to our camp, and th' nearest friendly bein's sixty miles downriver."
Malachi,
Your plea to the Lady for Her guidance is not answered in tangible words; but for a moment, the roaring of surf echoes in your ears, although the CALYPSO'S GRACE is anchored in a quiet harbor. A wind rustles through the cabin, and the pages of your prayerbook begin turning.
In a few moments, the wind dies, and the pages of the book stop turning. But your eye catches the first paragraph on the page.
Though I am laden down with the cares and troubles of this world, as the dead sailor is weighted with chain, still the waves have no hold of me. For the Lady Calypso buoys me up with Her love, and I do not drown. For storms rage and seas break, the Lady is my ship, and she will not let me sink, nor let the dark deeps take hold of me...
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