Forgot that you might need an intimidate check. I got a 20! 20 + 8 = 28.
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Deep Water and Shoals - A Swashbuckling Campaign
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Bob Aberton
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Vemuz,
The elf, trembling like the GRACE's topmasts in a hurricane, says nothing, barely breathing, in fact, but holds up 7 fingers.
Nicodemus
(OOC: Actually, "one paw and one finger" is Artimus's way of saying "six;" ie, 1 paw's worth of fingers [5, in other words], and an additional 1 finger.
Sorry for the confusion, but I wanted to demonstrate that Artimus's mind works at least slightly differently than Nico's)
Malthas,
You also hear a slight rustling in the brush, and by now it is clear that elves lurk among the trees.
Malachi,
As you prepare to call down the power of Calypso's Bane on the elves in the brush, Seamen Stout and Sanchez, manning the swivel gun in the boat's bows, have realized that there are enemies among the trees.
"We've loaded wi' grapeshot, Mr. Legba, sir," Stout calls. "Sh'd we fire into the brush?" The swivel gun requires several minutes to be loaded once fired, so you know that this is likely the only chance it will have of playing a part in the increasingly more likely skirmish.
The elf, trembling like the GRACE's topmasts in a hurricane, says nothing, barely breathing, in fact, but holds up 7 fingers.
Nicodemus
(OOC: Actually, "one paw and one finger" is Artimus's way of saying "six;" ie, 1 paw's worth of fingers [5, in other words], and an additional 1 finger.
Sorry for the confusion, but I wanted to demonstrate that Artimus's mind works at least slightly differently than Nico's)
Malthas,
You also hear a slight rustling in the brush, and by now it is clear that elves lurk among the trees.
Malachi,
As you prepare to call down the power of Calypso's Bane on the elves in the brush, Seamen Stout and Sanchez, manning the swivel gun in the boat's bows, have realized that there are enemies among the trees.
"We've loaded wi' grapeshot, Mr. Legba, sir," Stout calls. "Sh'd we fire into the brush?" The swivel gun requires several minutes to be loaded once fired, so you know that this is likely the only chance it will have of playing a part in the increasingly more likely skirmish.
Either way it's creative-kudos.
Tonguez
A suffusion of yellow
{ooc sorry about slow response - keep getting 'no server' messages!)
Malachi looks back at the swivel gun and then up to where it is pointed growling he makes a quick check to make sure none of the crew are in line of fire before giving the order
(check Spot check 12+9 = 21. If no crewman are in obvious danger of getting hit he gives the order to fire - otherwise he makes sure everyoneis alert and ready for the likely attack)
Malachi looks back at the swivel gun and then up to where it is pointed growling he makes a quick check to make sure none of the crew are in line of fire before giving the order
(check Spot check 12+9 = 21. If no crewman are in obvious danger of getting hit he gives the order to fire - otherwise he makes sure everyoneis alert and ready for the likely attack)
dead_radish
Explorer
Malthas calls out to the brush in common "One would surely die. Others will follow soon after. And we are not the only members of our crew coming after them. Come out, tell us where you have taken them, and we can avoid making your womenfolk weep and tear their hair in grief."
He pulls Tuanna as he speaks, and whispers the command word, causing the blade to glow softly with magic.
OOC: Bluff, Diplomacy, or Intimidate (whichever you prefer) of 16+10=26
He pulls Tuanna as he speaks, and whispers the command word, causing the blade to glow softly with magic.
OOC: Bluff, Diplomacy, or Intimidate (whichever you prefer) of 16+10=26
Bob Aberton
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Vemuz,
The elf points a trembling finger over to the general area where Malthas, Malachi, and Nicodemus are standing; about 20 feet to your left.
Malachi,
Both Malthas and Nicodemus are in the line of fire, but Stout and Sanchez keep the gun primed and covering the brush where the bulk of the elves are still hidden; Stout has a lit gunner's match, which he holds poised over the touch-hole.
Malthas,
Whispering emanates from somewhere in the brush, it is hard to say exactly where; the elves seem to be conferring.
Vemuz, Malthas, Malachi, & Nicodemus,
A few moments of utter silence pass, and then the greenery parts; an elf steps forward, moving with eerily quiet steps. Not a leaf crunches, not a twig snaps underfoot. He has an oddly ethereal air to him, as though he was not entirely solid. Despite this, however, he is fairly tall, and physically imposing. He carries himself with the command and dignity of a true leader; and he dresses like one, as well. The furs that he wears over a leather kilt - wolfhides, bearskins, fox-pelts - and the gold torc on his neck contribute to an image of barbaric splendor. His hands are spread and empty, although a hatchet of gleaming obsidian shares space with an truly dangerous-looking bow at his belt.
"Who is leader here?" he asks in broken Hullish (common, in other words). His poor grammar and strange inflection would ordinarily make the words sound guttural, primitive. But his voice is the melodious voice of an elf; and he does not sound like he would be out of place in "high society."
The elf points a trembling finger over to the general area where Malthas, Malachi, and Nicodemus are standing; about 20 feet to your left.
Malachi,
Both Malthas and Nicodemus are in the line of fire, but Stout and Sanchez keep the gun primed and covering the brush where the bulk of the elves are still hidden; Stout has a lit gunner's match, which he holds poised over the touch-hole.
Malthas,
Whispering emanates from somewhere in the brush, it is hard to say exactly where; the elves seem to be conferring.
Vemuz, Malthas, Malachi, & Nicodemus,
A few moments of utter silence pass, and then the greenery parts; an elf steps forward, moving with eerily quiet steps. Not a leaf crunches, not a twig snaps underfoot. He has an oddly ethereal air to him, as though he was not entirely solid. Despite this, however, he is fairly tall, and physically imposing. He carries himself with the command and dignity of a true leader; and he dresses like one, as well. The furs that he wears over a leather kilt - wolfhides, bearskins, fox-pelts - and the gold torc on his neck contribute to an image of barbaric splendor. His hands are spread and empty, although a hatchet of gleaming obsidian shares space with an truly dangerous-looking bow at his belt.
"Who is leader here?" he asks in broken Hullish (common, in other words). His poor grammar and strange inflection would ordinarily make the words sound guttural, primitive. But his voice is the melodious voice of an elf; and he does not sound like he would be out of place in "high society."
ooc: need to get to bed now, sorry I don't have time to reply, but my wife and I are headed in in the morning to have babies, so I'll be indefinitely out of commission. The general plan for Vemuz now is to keep quiet and use his captive elf as collateral in negotiation if an opportune moment presents itself, but keep quiet if everything is going fine.
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dead_radish
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Malthas looks around the group, and considers for a moment, and then nods to himself. "Our leader is the man you have captured. I will act in his stead for now."
He notices the cannon being primed, and does his best to step out of the direct path of fire, also attempting to draw Nico out of the way as well. He looks at the barbarian elf and nods. "Have you captured them? And if so, where are they?"
He notices the cannon being primed, and does his best to step out of the direct path of fire, also attempting to draw Nico out of the way as well. He looks at the barbarian elf and nods. "Have you captured them? And if so, where are they?"
Tonguez
A suffusion of yellow
Malachi stands back allowing Malthas to take the lead in dealing with the elfs. He knows that he is the ranking officer here but is also sure that the halflings gilded tongue will likely get better results than his own would.
He also notes that Malthas at least moves out of the line of fire
He also notes that Malthas at least moves out of the line of fire
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