In the Middle of...Somewhere

[EvolutionKB]

Victor

"I understand Slim for the most part. We should stick together." Victor holds the gaze of each survivor for a moment before moving on to the next. He eyes Jan last. He comes over and puts a hand on the young man's shoulder. "No need to be uncomfortable now, nobody is going to hurt anybody here. We are all allies. You have the look of a swordsman though, do you know how to use that blade? What is everybody else capable to contibuting to the group? Like I told the Bonamius and Slim, it will be chilly out here at night on the water. The fire will warm us and keep wild animals away. If whoever sank the ship wanted us dead, they would have did so while we were swimming to shore."

 

[stonegod]

Jan flinches slightly at Victor's touch, like a skittish steed. "The blade is all I know." The statement has a feeling of finality about it, and of sorrow.

 

[Voda Vosa]

"Thats good ladd" Bonamius says and pat the boys back "My father used to say that it is better to know one thing for certain than to know few of many" the warlock says. <Did I even remember that old farmers name? Bah! Who cares...> he think as he smiles to the boy.

 

[Legildur]

The slim man called Yarra pushes his fingers through his hair to rid himself of the remaining sea water still clinging there. Thinking about the large man's question, he patiently waits for a gap in the replies to add his piece, wiping his nose with his sleeve as he does so. "Was apprenticed as a locksmith. But lost my position. And I like to target shoot with my crossbow. Not exactly hero material you might say."

 

[ethandrew]

"I do not think anyone is asking us to be heroes. Right now I am more concerned with getting dry, figuring out where we are and what to do after that. Knowing a blade in life will get you far, knowing locks will get you places a blade will not. Both have huge advantages and are a boon to a small ragtag ensemble such as ourselves, no offense intended, I am sure I would be the raggiest-taggiest of us all."

Slim darts his eyes back and forth amongst the men and scratches at his nostril with his thumb, "I do not see why honesty would be an issue now, so I will be level with you all. For myself, my skills fall into the deception category. I was a bit of a criminal, running from the law, which is why I was on that ill-fated ship. Not necessarily a murderous, killing criminal, more of a con-man. I am not certain why, but lying has always come very easy to me, impersonating other people is something I am very good at doing. But I have skills in stealth as well, and my old travelling partners used to tell me that I was the funniest chap they had ever met.

"Truth is I have some skills in many and no real stellar area, like Jan and his blade. I guess Mister Warlock's father will disapprove and I do not necessarily agree with him, as my lying will most definitely become most appreciated when a scary tree jumps out to procure his bridge-toll."

A grumble from his stomach interrupts his speech and he reactively clutches at his midsection with both his hands. "Goodness me! I am famished it would seem. Has anyone noticed any food washing up on the beach?" He looks at the goateed man with the long, black locks. "I do not think we have heard you speak yet, our little silent companion. Might you be one of those odd sort that vows a life of silence? How dreadfully dull."

 

[Voda Vosa]

Regadring the silent one, Bonamius coments: "I have asked his name but I've got no response" the warlock turns to Slim. "I haven´t seen any food on the shore, though I try to fish something, I failed totaly. May be your skilled hands could do more with this fishook." the warlock draw a fishook from his pocket. "But we need a rod and something as decoy"

 

[ethandrew]

"I think finding shelter might be of larger import right now, I could always gnaw on some leaves to settle my stomach. But me, fish? I would have better luck if I just flailed in the water and they latched onto me in hopes I would stop.

"As for our silent friend, maybe he is one of those who sleep walks and can do it with his eyes opened. Maybe I will tell him a poem to cheer his spirits!

"Six men once washed up on the shore,
One thought us all quite a real bore.
He stayed really quiet,
And did not deny it,
For list'ning to us was a chore."

[sblock=Actions]Due to my Perform Comedy check, you all found that lymeric hysterical. Thought you should know [/sblock]

 

[Voda Vosa]

Bonamius laugh ridiculously loud when he hears Slim poem. More sirious now, he says"Well... After this... delightful poem by our bard Slim, I wil suggest to be on our ways. Everyone, pick a pice of wood, and lets get out of this damn beach.". Teh warlock picks up a pice of wood and start walking in the direction of the trees.

 

[Blarkon Dragonslayer]

Valmun grins, and finally speaks. "I didn't want to interrupt the pearls of wisdom being so freely distributed by others. Though I did know a man who didn't speak for years. That may have been because he had no tongue, but why quibble?" That said, he reaches into his haversack, and takes out a leather bag full of rations. "There is enough here to go around for a few days, maybe nearly a week, if we eat sparingly. I know nothing of hunting or fishing, or even if there is food to be had on this island, beyond that."

 

[ethandrew]

"Ah-ha! The voice of an angel bearing gifts from gods, my kind of man!" Slim walks over to the seated man and offers him a hand up. Looking down at the food he frown, "I think it would be best if we assess our current food situation before we unknowingly eat all that is left to us, as loathe I am to say. But your generosity is remarkable and appreciated."