The Antigrol Tide (IC)

[unleashed]

Colmarr Blackrock, Male Gnome Bard

I don’t want to have to sleep in a room which smells like this either, Comarr thinks as the captain leaves his cabin. “Well if you two will be okay for a while, I’m going to find something to get rid of this smell,” he says to Grondar and Troth. As the thought strikes him, he rushes from the cabin, returning with a bucket, “If you feel like retching again Grondar, try to get it in the bucket this time...” before he leaves to search the ship for anything to clean up the mess properly, especially something to cover or remove the smell.

 

[Mallak]

Down in the hold Colmarr finds a few cleaning supplies where the buckets were stored: a soap-stone, a stiff-bristled scrubbing brush, and a mop. It also occurs to him that a string of garlic from the galley might help with the smell in the room.

 

[unleashed]

Colmarr Blackrock, Male Gnome Bard

Grabbing a bucket, soap-stone, scrubbing brush, and a mop, Colmarr then heads to the galley to pick up some water and a string of garlic to try to cover the smell while he cleans at least, hanging the garlic around his neck to carry it. Banging his way through the corridors of the ship, due to the mop getting away from him on several occasions as he carries all the human sized supplies, he finally returns to his cabin and begins to soap and scrub the floor...

 

[Mallak]

The gnome cuts a comical figure as he comes out of the hold and hurries aft across the deck attempting the juggle the bucket, soap-stone, scrubbing brush, and mop. The stone and brush he can carry in the bucket, but the mop handle is taller than he is!

 

[MummyKitty]

Noonchuck once again goes below deck, dropping his empty soup cup off in the galley and grabbing a blanket from the sleeping quarters. Draping it over his shoulders and tieing it in a loose knot, he scales the shard up to the crow's nest. He drops the blanket off to Magyar with a wave and descends back down to the deck. He'll then stay on the lookout from there, perhaps grabbing his harpoon to sharpen and oil the metal point. As he works, he softly chants to the Old One, praying for protection for the ship and its crew.

 

[Mallak]

About an hour after full dark, the coast is very near indeed. Aloft in the crow's nest, Mag feels better with the addition of the blanket. Their back trail seems to be clear, though a damp white fog has slowly risen along the coast. It seems to glow in the pale light of a waxing gibbous moon.

Captain Ben turns the Pander Ban south, coasting along the shoreline. "Noonchuck, head to the bow and watch for signs of sunken logs, hidden bars, and the like. This was clear last time I came through, but you never can be too careful."

The land here is hilly, and either the tide is high or the water really does come right up to the base of the hills. Further down the coast, a wide, dark spot can be seen, which clever eyes will discern as an inlet, the mouth of a river. Perhaps this is the captain's sheltered harbor?

Indeed, as the Pander Ban draws closer, the captain turns her more to starboard, angling for the dark gash in the hills.

Up in the bow, N'un T'Chauck spots a slight but consistent rill in the water a few points to starboard. It is likely an indication of a sandbar.

Down below, Grondar and Troth share in a fitful sleep as Colmarr decides where to rest his head after cleaning up.

In the galley, Braer and Denther share the last of the soup before seeking rest for the night. They will no doubt both be called upon to stand watch in the wee hours.

 

[unleashed]

Colmarr Blackrock, Male Gnome Bard

With his cabin full Colmarr grabs his bedroll and a blanket, before heading out on deck and up into the crows nest. Laying out his bedroll, he places his loaded crossbow beside it before lying down and wrapping himself in his cloak and the doubled up blanket. Gazing up at the stars as he waits for sleep to come, he says drowsily, “Wake me if you think you see something Magyar, my eyes may be able to make more of it that yours...”

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Grondar - human thug

Zzzzzz....
It could be that he fell a sleep or fainted, either way Grondar find it difficult to sleep,
every few hours he gets up with pain in the head, just to find the bucket rolling towards him.

 

[jkason]

Magyar Rhineholdt, human rogue

With his cabin full Colmarr grabs his bedroll and a blanket, before heading out on deck and up into the crows nest. Laying out his bedroll, he places his loaded crossbow beside it before lying down and wrapping himself in his cloak and the doubled up blanket. Gazing up at the stars as he waits for sleep to come, he says drowsily, “Wake me if you think you see something Magyar, my eyes may be able to make more of it that yours...”

Mag keeps the blanket wrapped tightly around himself. He's not quite sure what he's looking for, but still he looks. He's been trained in distraction and subtlety, so while his eyes may not be as good as some of the others, he figures he's more likely to catch on the little things others might dismiss, or the sorts of tactics a person might use to misdirect a watcher. Still, nothing much so far as he can tell.

He smiles when Colmarr joins him. "Nothing yet, sir, but I'll keep an eye out. Get rest while you can. With today's excitement, there's probably no end of extra work to be done in the morning."

He stands, casting his eyes once again to their surroundings, doing his best to spot trouble before it hits them, hoping all the while that he's seeing none because there's none to see, rather than because it's managing to elude him.

 

[mps42]

Denther quietly pads off to his sleeping spot ans crawls in, his head pounding from the long watch. Maybe tomorrow, he muses quietly, maybe tomorrow.