Parallel Lines

Massif quickly hurries past Vel, who graciously holds the hatch open for him. He gives a quick nod of what presumably is "thanks" (although with the dwarf, who really knows what he intended by it), and then moves back down to the observation deck. The warforged follows right behind.


'Where exactly do you plan on going Massif, and once we arrive there, do you wish for me to resume my tasking as an archer?'

Massif stops short at hearing this, and turns around... a puzzled look on his face.

'Uh... why are you asking ME that question? You know better than anyone whether your skills warrant using a crossbow or some other weapon or ability. Don't tell me you've been standing around this entire time with that thing in your hands...'

He motions to the crossbow that Digger is still holding.

'...just because I said I thought you might be an archer?'

When the warforged makes no move to deny this fact, Massif's face scrunches up as if in pain.

'Cripes! And here I was, telling Sorren you actually had a CHOICE in how you lived your life! Do me a favor... "Digger The Constructionist"... you have free will. Why don't you use it? The last things any of us want is a puppydog following along at our heels just because we say "Come". You do what YOU THINK is the correct course of action in a situation. And if one of the rest of us makes a suggestion to you... YOU DECIDE whether or not it makes sense and if you should do it. Don't just follow orders blindly... that's the last thing any of us want.'

The dwarf looks inward for a second.

'Or should I say "I want". I have a hard enough time keeping myself alive, I don't want to be responsible for yours as well.'

Massif turns and begins looking for another door off the observation deck to perhaps some of the cargo areas of the ship.

'Now I'm going to go take a look at some of the other areas of this ship. Would you LIKE to come with me, or would you PREFER to go back up on deck? Your choice. Although if you were to offer to come along with me, I would be very grateful to have you watching my back. Who knows what is going on down there. What say you?'
 
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With the spyglass, Celebren can still see the remainder of the flock winging its way hastily away from the ship. He can also pinpoint the direction from which they originally came, he thinks, though there seems to be nothing special about it.

'Would have been too easy I suppose.'
the half-elf mumbles to himself a bit disappointed.

Lowering the Spyglass again slowly, Celebren shuffles back towards the Sorren and the Captain.


'He has been badly wounded, I think. Do any of you have the ability to tend his wounds?'

'I am afraid not. My temple send me out with only my personal belongings. Besides, I'm no longer allowed near the herbal gardens since I ... '

Biting down on his lip, Celebren avoids to spill the details of this particular incident even though he blushes notably. Quickly he turns to inspect Systars wounds, no less welcoming of the conventient diversion than the Captain just a moment ago. ((Heal (untrained) d20(18)+2= 20))*

'I meant.. uh.. I could try some bandages or a poultace to stop the bleeding. You wouldn't happen to have carry a healer's kit aboard?'
He inquires as without a hint of irony, as he returns the Spyglass to the Captain, his expression again growing more austere.

OoC:
* If Systars situation seems indeed critical, Celebren will attempt to stop the bleeding without a Healers Kit and an untrained heal check (+Action Point), if that looks like a feasable option. If a kit is availible, I'll use that instead of the Action Point.

Action Heal=>((Heal (untrained) d20(13)+d6(3)+2= 18))
Healers kit Heal=>((Heal (untrained) d20(13)+2+2= 17))
 
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Dresda nods, and hurries into her cabin. She returns with medical supplies and hands them to Celebren. Though the half-elf clearly has little expertise, he applies good sense and is able to patch up the wounds sufficiently to staunch the flow of blood.

((Systar takes another point of damage while the capatain fetches the healers' kit, leaving him with 1 HP left. He now stops losing HP.))
 

OOC: Just to clarify, sorren is fine. systar is the one that's wounded.

Sorren stood watching over Celebren as he bandaged Systar's wounds. He looked like he was going to be fine and thus again, Sorren turned on the captain.

He is fine now. Now what was it you wanted to tell me?

Intimidation: [19!] + 4 = 23

The kalashtar's eyes bore into the captain's. She knew something, and he wanted answers. He wanted them now.
 
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Digger paused as Massif lashed out at him, yelling at him to make his own decisions and to do what he felt was best, but Digger knew that in this regard it was not as easy as it seemed.

'Massif, while it is true that I do indeed possess free will, it is not a gift I have had much practice with using. You are a soldier, you know of tactics and of making the best of the skills you see around you. I do not have that luxury and it is because I respect your knowledge that I asked what I did. If along the way, I thought I could suggest something to you to consider, I would, but until then, I merely wish to help you the best that I can. I do apologize that my words make it seem that I am nothing more than a wayward canine needing help.'

Digger's words were spoken simply and without malice, as he did not wish to set the volitile warm blood off again in this stressful time.

'I would very much like to assist you in your search, as I have my worries about the missing warm blood we seek. My former Master used the Dark Arts and since I took my leave from him, I will admit that I do not trust those who have dedicated their life to their mastery of magics as easily as most do.'
 
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The warforged's words take the dwarf aback... and he looks at Digger for a good twenty seconds, trying to process what and how Digger reacted. Massif is so used to people snapping back at him when he starts yelling that the completely unaffected response confuses the hell out of him. He eyes Digger for a few more seconds, and there is an almost imperceptible twitch that occurs in his right eye. Finally, his head cocked to the right... Massif slowly nods.

'Uh... okay. Well... good. Good. I uh... um...

...good! All right then! Yes.

YES!

Right! Okay... well then we should go. Right? Right.

Follow me. Tactical... yes...'


He looks down at the crossbow in Digger's hand.

'Do you uh... have... uh...

Perhaps the crossbow isn't the best... um... you know...

...while we're below decks. You see? Yes. See? I um... maybe...

Well, do you have a sword or something? Something... like a sword.

Or a mace... or axe... or uh... um...'


Digger stares back at him, and Massif has detected not a single trace of recognition or acceptance of his... "suggestion".

'Yes. A melee weapon. That would be good. If you have one, that is. If you have it, take it out and use that instead. Yes. Good.

Good?

Good.

Okay. Well then... shall we go? Um... uh... yes. I think we should. Let's uh... let's... go.'


And still having received no indications whatsoever that the warforged heard him, let alone will follow his directions (other than Digger's claim earlier)... Massif turns back around and goes to a door that he hopes will lead to the bowels of the ship.
 


Systar greatfully accepts Celebren's ministrations, and walks over to the cabin wall and leans hard, weak from blood loss.

He listens to the accusations and outrages tossed around on the deck before speaking.

"You know, before we throw accusations every direction, I'd like to point out that the birds may not have actually been flying AT us before they attacked. I assumed the captain knew them to be hostile, and I shot one, bringing the entire flock down upon my head. I think the most pressing matter is finding our mage that seems to have missed her teleport."

After stating his opinion of the situation to whomever will listen, Systar sheaths his sword, gathers his discarded bow, and goes down to the lounge in order to find a comfortable chair in which to recover from his wounds.

((OOC Sorry for the delay))
 

"You know, before we throw accusations every direction, I'd like to point out that the birds may not have actually been flying AT us before they attacked. I assumed the captain knew them to be hostile, and I shot one, bringing the entire flock down upon my head. I think the most pressing matter is finding our mage that seems to have missed her teleport."

'I.. I think Systar is right. And even if they did attack the ship on purpose, we've driven them off. Thats what we're here for, isn't it?'

Celebren looks up sceptically at Sorren while he carefully puts the unused supplies of the captains herbal kit in order. Having once worked himself as a deckhand on a Lyrandar ship, he doesn't feel quite comfortably by the way Sorren is pushing the captain on her own vessel, but neither does he deny his own naggin doubts about Captain Dresdas sincerity.

Standing up again and addressing everyone that is left on deck (Dresda, Sorren & Vel, right?) he ask.
'Did any of you know the Lady Samea? Or work with her before? Maybe if we'd know abit more about the Wizard, we might get some better idea on how to track her down.'

Or if we can even trust her.
Celebren quietly adds with a frown.
 

((sorry Sorren, I know it seems a little far out, but Dresda rolled a 20 on her check to resist your intimidation :())

Dresda seems taken aback by the intensity evident in Sorren's manner and seems to falter for a moment, but quickly rallies and looks defiantly back into his eyes. 'I'll not be intimidated on my own ship. Back off, lummox.' with a breezy laugh as she finishes her retort she pushes past him and turns to Celebren in time to hear his speech. 'Can't say I have too much idea of her reliability. I don't even know why she would try to teleport up here - she wasn't being paid to protect this ship, she was just a passenger.' She frowns, wrinkling her nose as she ponders this conundrum.

In the hold below Massif and Digger find the deckhands assembled at the bottom of the steps, looking up expectantly at them for any news. Other than that, nothing immediately seems amiss except of course for the absence of Samea. She is gone, along with all her things and the dragon-like creature that accompanied her.
 

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