The Antigrol Tide (IC)

[unleashed]

Colmarr Blackrock, Male Gnome Bard

“Oh no you don’t,” Colmarr says as he sees Troth trying to get up, “I think you’ll be here a few more hours yet, if not overnight. Just sit there and keep applying the cool cloth. No-one is leaving this cabin until I say so, as I won’t be explaining to the captain how you reinjured yourself on my watch. Now I’ll go and get you boys something to eat from the galley.”

Colmarr heads off to the galley, where he get’s two human-sized servings of whatever happens to be available and two mugs of water, bringing it all back to his cabin with some difficulty.

 

[Mallak]

Troth's knee sends a shooting pain up his leg when he tries to stand on it, and the gnome easily pushes him back down.

Grondar touches his wound, and it is painful, and makes him feel slightly woozy. Colmarr disappears to the galley to see what there is in the way of food. Beans. Salted meat. Rice. A barrel of apples. A rind of cheese. Barrels of flour and meal, and water. Turnips, potatoes, carrots, beets. Coffee. Things are fairly well stocked, but the gnome has to do all the cooking himself. He pulls together a vegetable soup with a few chunks of salted beef, served over rice.

Back in the cabin, while Colmarr is cooking, Grondar is suddenly and violently ill all over the deck. Spasms wrack his body as he heaves up every meal he's ever eaten. A few dry heaves after that, he is left weakened on hands and knees.

Up on deck, Mag climbs carefully up to the crow's nest where Denther sits. He wonders when he and Braer will be fed, now that N'un T'Chauck has eaten and Denther can run and get his own meal.

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The captain took the bag from Colmarr. Also, Colmarr will be cooking for a while if the other characters decide to do stuff in the interim.
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[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Grondar - Human thug

I think I'll pass the food
he hold his belly and says quietly to Colamarr when he returns with the food
But I'll take this
he points to the mug of water.
And I need new cloth as well.

 

[unleashed]

Colmarr Blackrock, Male Gnome Bard

Hmm, not exactly what I signed on for, healer, cook, wild gusts of wind, guess I’ll learn a few new skills though if this keeps up, Colmarr thinks as he cooks in the galley singing a hearth song his mother always sings when cooking. Deciding while he’s there he may as well make enough for everyone who hasn’t had a chance to eat yet, he puts on enough for himself and five others altogether, assuming the captain expected him to bring supper. Not preparing anything for N’un T’Chauck as he managed to spot the northerner eating a some smoked fish earlier as he traversed the ship several times.

When he finally finishes, Colmarr will first serve the captain, then his patients, leaving the rest over a gentle heat for anyone who manages to come in...

 

[Drowned Hero]

Troth's knee sends a shooting pain up his leg when he tries to stand on it, and the gnome easily pushes him back down.

Troth groams in pain, reallizing how stupid he is.

 

[mps42]

Denther Mosie

"Well met, Mag. Last ime I saw the other ship she was over there," pointing in the direction of the landmass. "But she could be almost anywhere by now.
"Thanks for taking watch. I feel like my eyes are about to crust over." Denther says and then begins the slow climb down to the deck.
once there, he will head to the mess for a bite and then try to find somewhere to sleep.

 

[Mallak]

Denther heads to the galley where he finds Colmarr being industrious with various ingredients, and singing.

Mag settles into the crow's nest. It seems windier up here, and chillier.

 

[Mallak]

Later, when Colmarr knocks on the captains door with the food and enters at his command, he finds the captain sitting at his desk writing in a little black logbook. The captain does not look up as he approaches. "Ah, thank you Colmarr. Just set it on the edge of the desk there. Tell me, Colmarr, have you ever heard of something called--" The captain looks up then, and, seeing Colmarr's full hands, says, "Oh, ah, go ahead and deliver those. Your patients must be very hungry. We'll talk about this some other time." Captain Ben turns back to his logbook and continues scribbling away.

 

[unleashed]

Colmarr Blackrock, Male Gnome Bard

Leaving the captain and returning to his cabin, Colmarr’s sensitive nose is assaulted by an odor he had hoped not to find, especially in his cabin. “Oh dear, I guess that head wound has left you a little nauseous too Grondar,” he says, placing the tray on the small desk next to the bed. “Yes I suppose just the water is best for now, but if you feel up to it try to get some food down too. Hmm, it doesn’t look like you got too much on yourself, so just sit back out of the way while I clean the deck up.” Colmarr rushes out of the room to get a some cloths and a bucket, guess I can add swabbing the deck to my list of things I didn’t sign on for, a wry smile on his face as he returns.

Cleaning up the mess with a few dry cloths, which he throws in the spare bucket he retrieved, he then wets the remaining cloths in Troth's bucket of seawater handing one to Grondar to clean himself up with, while he scrubs the deck trying to get rid of the smell. Once done he tips some of the seawater into the bucket with the fouled cloths, before taking it out of the room and up on deck. Giving the cloths a brief rinse and taking them from the bucket before tossing the water.

As he’s about to return belowdeck, he calls, “There’s warm food in the galley when you get the chance boys.” He then returns the bucket to where he found it and hangs the cloths somewhere to dry, before returning to the mess and serving himself supper...making sure it isn’t burning he reduces the heat so it’s just enough to keep the food warm, but no more. He then returns to his cabin to see how everything is going...

 

[MummyKitty]

"Warm food..." thought Noonchuck. Well, he'd already eaten, and warm food would probably be better for the others who were injured. Someone needed to keep watch on the deck. So he continued to peer over the landward rail, looking back and forth along the coast to try to catch a glimpse of the ship, while also looking for a likely secluded bay that they might take the ship into for the night.