Tale of the Clueless - Chapter 1: On the Seas of Air [IC Thread]

[Nalfeshnee]

The Martyred Justice

[sblock]Vorastrix: the crew on this ship have realised what is happening, and the men and women are scrambling into action, trying to turn the ship around. Kergal and Liomann are busy shouting orders, calling the slumbering crew from their hammocks below deck, organising those above deck into groups, ready for a possible boarding action.

Liomann turns to you and speaks, 'I think it best if you remain here for now little one. You'd be to tempting a target in the open air if you tried crossing the gulf. Let us hops - for all our sakes - that the Hammer is in good hands.'[/sblock]

 

[Dichotomy]

[sblock=Nalfeshnee]Just like practice, Idim thinks to hereself, nodding. She quickly wipes the blood from her blade. The Shaaryan girl first checks to make sure the chained up person is stable. She then does her best to keep her felled opponent from dying. Finally, she quickly frisks her opponent for any clues. After doing all of that, she quickly runs to the deck, closing the door behind her, and looks for aid.

Someone needs to know what is going on here.[/sblock]

 

[Nalfeshnee]

[sblock=Idim]You make your way to the deck, though as you reach the doorway leading out into open air you see Drahluut and around nine crewmen, surrounding your companions (Vor is nowhere to be seen). The air seems filled with tension, and you catch Mir speaking as though she's turned stag:

... I'll tell you one thing with Mishakal as my witness: if that old crow Beni thinks 400 gold is enough to justify me taking a blade or an arrow for him and this bucket of bolts he's deluded himself something fierce. What'll 400 gold buy me on my homeworld? Cup of coffee and some chili fries if I'm lucky. Make me a better offer and I'll work for you, Drahluut. I'll even take care of my erstwhile colleagues here if they prove to be less than receptive.

no one seems to have noticed you yet.

OOC: i am assuming that you pasued by the door when you realised that something was going on. Feel free to contradict me if im wrong [/sblock]

 

[Dichotomy]

[sblock=Nalfeshnee]Idim, shocked by what she has heard, quietly waits to hear what response will come.[/sblock]

 

[Ambrus]

OOC: Are all three vessels lined up with the Martyred Justice in the middle or is it 200 feet off to one side or the other from the Sea Breeze? If so which of the two vessels does the third ship appear to be heading towards?[sblock=The Martyred Justice]Vorastrix, still on the wing just off of the Martyred Justice's gunwale, looks desperately off towards his own ship with its crew and his companions seemingly at a standoff, the Son's vessel with its scurrying crewmen and aftward towards the fast closing mystery vessel. How did this come about? The crewmen I've been hired to protect lied to me and now I'm seemingly allied with the Martyrs. There's a mysterious vessel closing on us. That can't be a coincidence.

The little silver-white dragon looks worriedly over towards Liomann "I think you may be right. I thank you for the offer to remain here. It looks from here like the crew of the Sea Breeze are threatening us and my companions; I don't see the Captain though." Vor's twin saw-toothed frills raise up in indignation. "They lied to me; told me there were magma pockets ahead. It seems now like they were just planning a mutiny of some sort. It can't be a coincidence that that new vessel is closing quickly from behind. I fear this won't end peacefully..."

Closing his eyes momentarilly, Vor focuses inward as he searches for the dragon. Outwardly, the air surrounding the little silver-white dragon wavers faintly as eldritch force strengthens Vor's armored hide. (manifesting mage armor as a spell-like ability)[/sblock]

 

[Nalfeshnee]

Vor: the picture below should give you a rough idea. The distance between the Sea Breeze and The Martyred Justice is around 200 feet (though the Martyred justice is trying to veer left) and the third ship is moving towards the Sea Breeze, heading for its port (left) side.

Note: the Neverwinter nights toolset doent allow for exact placements of certain items (these ships!). Im trying to edit them in photoshop to get more exact placements, though these should suffice for now

 

[Eva of Sirrion]

Mir keeps talking, buy some more time and maybe Idim or some of the others will hear the commotion. Well what about it Terrathoin, Thrumgall, Drota? Are you just going to sit around here, listen to Beni bark out his suicidal orders at us all day? I mean you all heard it earlier when he ordered me and Vor to board onto the other ship. We could have been killed real easy there, and for what? No good reason that I can discern, now that it comes to it. There's gonna come a time when one of those crazy orders will end up getting one or more, maybe all of us killed, and I'm not going to wait for that to happen. Beni can take his garbage job, and his garbage pay, and shove 'em where the stars in Mishakal's constellation don't shine. We need a man of action, a leader by example on this boat, and I think Drahluut's the one. He also seems like someone who can afford people of our prowess, unlike Beni.

 

[Gli'jar]

Terrathoin’s gaze darkens, his muscles tense, and his hand instinctively goes to his weapon upon hearing the mutinous words and sees the weapons readied in their direction. After spending the past week with Mir he is taken aback by her uncharacteristic voice, not fully comprehending what she is attempting to pull, “You’ll get little cooperation from me. Just as I would not be willing to hand it over to the Martyrs, I ain’t letting no one else take it.”

He begins to chant in dwarven. First low then rasies in volume,“All Father we honour thy name and hold the traditions sacred. Lord of the Twin Axes hear our call and strike fear into the hearts of the craven. Give us the strength to defend ourselves in the service to the traditions in the face of adversity.”


OOC How are the 9 stacked up against us? Positions, ours and theirs? Any place for tactical movement or cover that would block bolts, flanking? Have we seen anything that would give us an idea of their skill level with arms? Are the weapons held at level with our heads or are they readied to be brought up and to bear if we draw ours? If the word is given to shoot us or if any disturbance occurs that disrupts, or draws the attention of those on deck, Terrathoin will immediately go on the offensive and attack the mutinous crew.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

Drota had remained in seething silence as Drahluut began his mutiny, then Mir speaking out as if to join him. She had no idea what Mir was doing, aside from the fact that she had suddenly turned against Beni. Beni had been kind enough to them, polite and fair even to an orc. Four hundred gold was more than enough to risk her life for; orc warriors fought and died for less. Drahluut obviously didn't approve of Drota, that was for certain, and only gave her more reason to side with the ship's master. As for Mir... she would soon find out that Drota was a stern mother indeed.

"You repay a good man with traitorous actions? For that you should taste death," Drota growled to Drahluut, seeming to ignore Mir. She touches her stone holy symbol and growls out something in the orc tongue, encompassing the traitors with a touch of doom.

OOC: Casting bane on the traitors.

 

[Eva of Sirrion]

Fools, so be it! Let us see whose god favors us the most. Mir calls for the power of a deafening blast of thunder, but at the last second turns and directs it at Drahluut and the crew.

OOC: cast sound burst, catching Drahluut and as many crew as possible in the blast.