Deep Water and Shoals - A Swashbuckling Campaign

[Bob Aberton]

Jonah,

You and Captain McCrenshaw have been walking for nearly 8 hours, 8 hours of slipping in quagmires, tangling in brambles, and tripping over roots and rocks. You have long since lost feeling in your feet, and your shoes are rapidly becoming mere ribbons of muddy leather. The cruel bright sun and your own sweat burn your eyes.

Captain McCrenshaw calls a halt and uncorks his water flask.

"We're almost halfway there," he announces, wiping his brow and drinking deeply from his flask. "It's quite a ways y - what was thet? You see anything, Jonah?"

He is pointing to a spot in the thick undergrowth with one hand, the other near the butt of one of his pistols.

(OOC: Listen & Spot checks, please...)

 

[Xael]

Jonah stirs and turns towards the point captain is pointing at, while readying the musket he's been carrying. Again cursing the sun and this time the elves too, he tries to spot the whatever there might be, hoping it to be just some animal.

OOC: Listen: 7 + 4 - 1 = 10
Spot: 11 + 4 - 1 = 14

 

[Tonguez]

"..All Prais" Malachi finishes his prayer having spent the whole night in meditation and prayer. He is renewed by his faith and smiles broadly as he heads to take a drink and check for news....

 

[dead_radish]

Malthas awakens slowly, and peers around the room, trying to remember what exactly it was that had happened last night. His head was hurting, but he felt pretty good apart from that. When his eyes scanned the unfamiliar room, he remembered a bit more....

 

[Uriel]

Nicodemus rises, hoping that Artimus had put on the pot, as well as delivered the Tea Invitation.


OoC:I was 'The D20 system' woohoo...er, sorry.

 

[Reiter]

A noise in the bushes.

His breathing became heavy, he never had enjoyed hardships, and this was a prime example of one of those. He hadn't seen anyone in quite a few days, and he was running out of rations. He had heard the echoing ring of musket fire that night, and figured maybe he could find the source. Now he was just hoping that the friendlier side won the conflict, or atleast the human side.

He rolled out from the undergrowth he was hiding in, with a throwing axe held backwards, against the inside of his lower arm. He rose slowly when he saw the other men.

The man was a strange sight, he wore a dark, broad-rimmed hat nestled atop a red bandana, with no hair poking out and the red bandana hanging in excess from the knot. His head tilted down, to shade his eyes from the sun, but already he wore an ugly scowl that seemed almost affixed to his face. He wore a vest with ten glittering stilettos hanging from it, and a belt with several weapons, darts and two very well crafted pistols among them. His black pants were grimy and dirty as was much of his skin. His voice was scratchy and harsh, almost an offense in itself. "Ah, good. I've finally fount some respite.. " He puts the axe away, and looks over at the drow with the musket, "Show mercy on a near-drowned rat like meself. I'm Reiter... " His dark eyes didn't betray many emotions besides his great weariness.

 

[dead_radish]

OOC: I was Deadlands. Hmmmm.

 

[kenjib]

ooc: I was GURPS too! Funny, I've agreed with you in a bunch of your posts too.

 

[Xael]

Jonah stared at the stranger with his narrowed eyes, giving a very quick glance toward the captain, looking for any hints on what to do. Slowly he raised the musket's barrel upwards, away from the stranger, but keeping it ready for any hostile actions. "So... Reiter you said. What are you doing here?", Jonah asked, his voice calm and suspicious.

 

[Reiter]

"We were shipping some assorted types of trade goods, Just mainly barley wheat and the like, I didn't inquire exactly what. From the Fountaine to upriver, and we were capsized by Grugach magic up a ways. I was just tryin' to make it back down when I heard gunfire last night. " He looked either of the men over, his dark eyes rolling over their features from the shadow of that dark hat. "What are you sailors marchin' about the woods for?" He walks over the the underbrush and pulls a long coat out of the briars, and then dusts it off and throws it over his shoulder.