[PbP] Treasure Hunt - Emerald DMing

[Poto Knezer]

What does Cattivo look like?

 

[Capellan]

I rush over to the key-ring and grab the keys, using them to unlock my manacles. I then turn back to the others, trying to judge whether I can trust them not to turn on me if I release them.

[I'm a tall but rather underweight half-elf, with hair dyed jet-black (the dye job is looking rather the worse for wear by now). I'm dressed in the remnants of very trendy clothing - they look like a cheap copy of the latest noble fashions.]

 

[Krug]

Jarrad, a well-muscled human, taking a lesson from the dwarf, starts to pull his shackles out of the wood as well.

"GAAAH!" He screams, his sinews tightening with the exertion.

 

[Capellan]

Hmm. If (shudder) I'm to be marooned on a desolate island, I shall need some strong, muscly types for protection.

And to fetch and carry things.

I think I'll start with that noisy, thick-headed type over there, and the dwarf.

[OOC: I free Jarrad and Reinert.]

 

[Poto Knezer]

"THank you, my friend. I am in your debt. Call me Reinert." He says to Cattivo.

Reinert then goes to check on all the others, to see if any are alive.

 

[Creamsteak]

(Slaves? Slaves? Slaves? Eugh... this is going to make playing my character a whole lot harder, as his attitude just doesn't coincide with being inslaved by someone, ever.)

"You there, Frazagadari! Selestos! Salutations! Strasvwe! Turnier!"

A man, clad in salt bleached robes, finely tuned to stature, stripped of his heart and head calls out to the others. He bears a full beard, imprisoned for the most unendurable of times, barely standing of his own volition, he strains.

"For all the forces that exist, this is intollerable! The abuse! The disrespect! The institutionalization of the mad, or the Carrion infection of the hellbent would not be such attrosities compared to this! Wretches, wretches, and now dead before their retribution could be delivered to their immortal souls! None can touch them now, horrible horrible corruptioon! This is insufficable! I will not stand for this!"

"Friends, pashos, men! Help me, I am alive! Alive I say! Free me of my bindings! Free me of my imprisonment! This horrible action is insufferable! Ghouls and Ghasts, sorcery and witchcraft! What has befallen those poor corrupted souls!"

"Help me!"

 

[Capellan]

I give the raving, bearded lunatic a distasteful look, then call out to Reinert and throw him the keys.

"Best unlock that one, too. Though it might be a mercy to let him die, since he's obviously addled in the mind."

 

[Emerald]

Reinert: Other than the four of you, you find know other survivers in the hold.

 

[Krug]

Jarrad thanks Cattivo. "We best look around while we still have some energy. Forage for some food," he says. "Any idea where we are?"

 

[Capellan]

"I suggest we start by getting out of the hold and onto shore. Just in case the boat is sinking! Once we've done that, I guess we should look around, see if we can find food. Maybe there will be come survivors on deck, too?"