Heroes, Inc. Day 3+, Voyage to Sarkon


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Alethia wakes up with a moan, her memory of the game a disjointed recolition of alphabets, weird names, fire and demonic clothes.

"What was the name of the dragon that hit me?" she asked her bunk-mates, also equally woozy.
 

DM_Matt said:
The island's harbor has a 50 foot tall horned beast standing upright on its back legs and motionless, its enormous maw hanging halfway open and its shiny scales refleciting the sun. Below and around him are temple structures, with a huge altar burning on the beach. Fin, sanding atop one of the ships directing the wind, sees it best, and notices that the color variance and reflectiveness is just too good for a stone status, even if it were made by druidic magic. Fin calls down to the rest.

"Guys....THAT is not a statue!"

Timrin was up early and has been (overly) conspicuous on the deck this morning; exercising, praying, and seemingly busying himself with nothing. When the island was sighted he was one of the first at the rails and he stared in awe as the monstrous beast comes into view...

"Destroyer of civilizations... I'll say," he mumbles under his breath, "Holy Helm, what is that thing?".

When Fin calls down that it is no statue, the man that has never known fear feels an unfamiliar chill creep down his spine.
 

kirinke said:
Alethia wakes up with a moan, her memory of the game a disjointed recolition of alphabets, weird names, fire and demonic clothes.

"What was the name of the dragon that hit me?" she asked her bunk-mates, also equally woozy.

Rolling out of bed, Maggie responds "Slaad Wine, I think."

"Hmmm, that's funny, my shirt is on inside-out," she comments as she stumbles outside and joins the others. Shielding her eyes from the sun, she looks at the beast. She picks up her glasses, and a spark from her hand causes them to tint, then puts them on and looks again. She turns to the rest of you to say "PLEASE tell me that I'm still very, very drunk and that thing is a halucination."

... (once told it is not in some way) ...

"IDIOTS! That thing doesnt demand worship. It probably does not even know its name. Its just a stupid beast that happens to be enormously strong. These people are wasting their time, and so are we. Its just a mindless wave of destruction. We'd have about as much luck arguing with a tornado. This is just pathetic."

Yolan, listening to her outburst, finally loses control. "Yeah, well, not as pathetic as YOUR little performance last night."

M: "What!"
Y: (singsongy) "I'll never tellllll"
M: (tries to grab him, he wiggles away) Worm!"
Y: "Lush!"
M: "Primative!"
Y: "Bigot!"
 

Alethia crosses her arms. "Maggie, Yolan, CALM DOWN! Both of you." she snarls, breaking up the two and wanting to smack their heads together. "Now. Think a moment. Even if it is a beast, the druids have a right handy way to communicate with it. It's a little spell called 'Speak with animals'. As a ranger I have this ability as well. Another thing, there could be some sort of magicks controlling this thing, one that does demand sacrifices of some sort to keep it going."

"And another thing. No shouting when the aasimar lass has a hangover. It makes me cranky. You don't want to be around me when I'm cranky." she said firmly, a mischievious gleam in her eyes. You get the feeling that she might, just might be something of a prankster herself. And you probably don't want to irritate her. Spiders in one's bed is probably the least sort of thing she's capable of.
 

Dyria gulped down the bottle, winced, then slowly dressed and headed up to the deck of the boat. She look at the giant demon on the shore, and commented. "If we were normal people, we'd be turning the boat around now. I'm guessing we're not going to do that, right?"
 

DM_Matt said:
"IDIOTS! That thing doesnt demand worship. It probably does not even know its name. Its just a stupid beast that happens to be enormously strong. These people are wasting their time, and so are we. Its just a mindless wave of destruction. We'd have about as much luck arguing with a tornado. This is just pathetic."

Yolan, listening to her outburst, finally loses control. "Yeah, well, not as pathetic as YOUR little performance last night."

M: "What!"
Y: (singsongy) "I'll never tellllll"
M: (tries to grab him, he wiggles away) Worm!"
Y: "Lush!"
M: "Primative!"
Y: "Bigot!"

Maggie's arrival and boisterous claims break Timrin from his trance. It seems he will need to have a 'word' with Yolan. He quietly scans the rest of the assembled crew to see who else might be snickering and whispering. If he can make eye contact he will flash them his most intimidating glare (untrained, +5 from CHA). "A military officer cannot lose the respect of his.. or her men," he thinks to himself.
 

She looks at them both, eyes narrowed and a faint hint of a glow surrounding her body. "Yolan. You are now a member of this crew and this is a military vessel. You will treat all officers with respect. Maggie I know you know this beast is not a supernatural creature or a god, but please, treat other people's beliefs with respect. In another situation, it might get you killed. Literally. Now, apologize to each other." she said quietly, low enough for both of them to hear, but no others and keeping her back to the rest of the crew.

"And sound like you mean it, or both of you will be peeling and chopping vegetables for a fortnight when we get back to Waterdeep." she said quietly low enough for both of them to hear her, but no one else. And as she has a a firm hand on both of their shoulders, they can't possibly get away.

ooc:
Diplomancy +8 bonus.
Charisma +3 bonus
 
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kirinke said:
She looks at them both, eyes narrowed and a faint hint of a glow surrounding her body. "Yolan. You are now a member of this crew and this is a military vessel. You will treat all officers with respect. Maggie I know you know this beast is not a supernatural creature or a god, but please, treat other people's beliefs with respect. In another situation, it might get you killed. Literally. Now, apologize to each other." she said quietly, low enough for both of them to hear, but no others and keeping her back to the rest of the crew.

"And sound like you mean it, or both of you will be peeling and chopping vegetables for a fortnight when we get back to Waterdeep." she said quietly low enough for both of them to hear her, but no one else. And as she has a a firm hand on both of their shoulders, they can't possibly get away.

ooc:
Diplomancy +8 bonus.
Charisma +3 bonus

Lt. Cmdr. Kiran regains control of herself and tries to regain control of the situation. Her hand glows and Alethia is struck by a wave of force, forcing her to let go of then two of them and knocking her down (12subd). She hits the ground hard, and becomes a bit dizzy. With her other hand, Lt. Cmdr. Kiran draws her sword and points it Yolan's direction.

Lt. Cmdr. Kiran starts to speak. As well as she tries to hide it, the exertion and the yelling is painful to her on account of lingering effects from the near-fatal beating by the metal man and the chaos wine. "Listen up, everyone. I'm still the captain here, and I WILL ensure that there is order on this ship. Without order we cannot fight effectively and without fighting effectively, we WILL die. The challenge before us is a difficult one. In all likelihood, we cannot defeat this beast when he awakens, and these poor deluded people have planned their response so wrongly that they will have little to offer and little to protect themselves. Additionally, we know that the beast will likely head to Sarkon, where we must also go to gather vital information to the security of Waterdeep. The military and humanitarian tasks will need to be balanced and pursued effectively, and we WILL strive for the best possible plan.

However, in order to do that, discipline must be maintained. Maybe I have not always been the best exemplar of that, This mission is, after all, my first command. However, I aknowledge that that is no excuse. We must, however, move forward. Yolan, I said nothing false, though I could have chosen my words more carefully. However, this is nonetheless a military vessel. You will continue in your navigation duties, but after we leave Sarkon, you will be tasked primarily with cleaning jobs for the duration of the trip. The rest of you, please, go about your duties."

The crowd seems to receive the speach rather well. Yolan stalks off, clearly angry. As soon as the rest are gone, Maggie stumbles over to Alethia and lays down on the deck beside her, clearly having overexerted herself and weeling quite ill. She turns to Alethia with a grimace and says "Sorry about that...Its a military thing...I hope you understand. I didnt mean to hurt you...and thanks for talking some sense into me."
 

Alethia gulps for air as the force wave knocks her back. "No problem I think. You are the captain and I believe I may have overstepped my bounds." she says quietly. "I think that you really, really need to learn some diplomancy. I'll help you with that. I'm not exactly Timrin or Fin, but I have the basics down. You have the intimidation part down pat though,"

She said with a wry grin at the young woman as she withdraws her cure light wound's wand (the 20 charges one) and zaps both herself and Maggie with it. She gingerly gets up and hauls Maggie to her feat. "This won't take care of the hangover or the overexertion backlash, but I know a few tricks that'll help. We need to go down to the kitchen though," she adds. "And while we do, we can figure out how best to kill this thing,"

Well done, The voice says quietly.
 
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