The Antigrol Tide (IC)

[unleashed]

Colmarr Blackrock, Male Gnome Bard

The captain’s call interrupting his song for a brief moment, Colmarr turns to see Braer speaking with the captain. What a strange one to wear his cowl pulled up on such a fine day, I wonder what he’s hiding... he thinks to himself.

Looking around the deck, he sees everyone working hard at their assigned tasks...spotting Magyar smiling and waving to him as he wipes his brow, he makes his way across the deck to speak to the human, “Well met young one, what brings you to travel with Captain Turion this fine day?”

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Grondar - Human Potter (Thug)

We are close to shore.
thinks Grondar to himself and smiles, He goes to the captain and say
Captain Ben, I moved all the crates and boxes to the lower deck, so you can lock it when we board to the land.
He then turns to help Magyar with the sail, he can spot untranied seaman.
Hurry up lads he calls loudly to the others My lips wanna taste fine ale tonight.
As he sees the gnome coming to speak with Magyar, he cannot resist himself and throw a word in gnomish - Howdy fellow.
Just for you to see, even the poorest of all humans can learn to speak gnomish.
he thinks proudly of himself.

 

[unleashed]

Colmarr Blackrock, Male Gnome Bard

Hearing the call in gnomish, he returns it with a greeting of his own in gnomish and a bow, “Well met Grondar. It is rare indeed to find one of the tall folk who spends the time to learn our tongue, and might I say you speak it well for one so far above the ground.”

 

[Drowned Hero]

Troth Hulebor´n Half-elf/Barbarian

"Coming about!"

Captain Ben's bellow cuts through the evening air as he turns the ship a bit more to starboard, and the booms of the Pander Ban's three tall masts begin a slow swing across the ship to port.

Standing in the way of the lowest boom of the ship. Troth crunshes and let the boom pass over his head, picks up on of the stabilizing ropes and looks toward the Captain, ready to pull if the Captain needs to slower the ship. He had learned the trick aboard the "Lady Sea" his former job. If he pulled the ropes less wind was to enter the big sail attached to the boom, decreasing the speed.

 

[mps42]

Denther Mosie

Up in the crow's nest, Denther's keen eyes pick out a black speck on the nor'western horizon, off the starboard aft of the ship. What could it be?
Denther peers intently at the black speck trying to make out what it is, ready to call out as soon as he can make a reasonable guess.

 

[jkason]

Magyar Rhineholdt, human rogue

Hearing the call in gnomish, he returns it with a greeting of his own in gnomish and a bow, “Well met Grondar. It is rare indeed to find one of the tall folk who spends the time to learn our tongue, and might I say you speak it well for one so far above the ground.”

"Well, then, you're in all sorts of luck, Blackrock, since you've stumbled on two of us in the same spot," Mag says, breaking out his own gnomish. Thankful for the help, Mag lets Grondar take the lead (to be sure, he'd let the man take the lead in any case, imposing as he is).

"As to why I'm out here, well, I'd have to say you're part of it. You and your kin. I'm out to see if us mundane humans can maybe learn to do some of the magic you've brought to the land."

 

[magic_gathering2001]

Braer cuts off the reply in his throat as he witnesses the conversation and then replies,"What language is that?" in acented common adjusting his hood so the gnome and the others will not be able to see his face.

 

[unleashed]

Colmarr Blackrock, Male Gnome Bard

“Well, two humans speaking gnomish on the same ship, I don’t think I’ve run into so many people in one place speaking my tongue in many years. It will be nice to hear it spoken a little more frequently,” Colmarr replies to Magyar in gnomish, smiling as he strokes his goatee, “Hmm, magic...well we’ll have to see whether you have an aptitude for it. After all the ability to manipulate the energies the art requires are not commonplace, but you may just be one of those with the talent.”

 

[MummyKitty]

N’un T’Chauck mans the ropes or prepares climb the rigging if taking up the sails is necessary. He grew up climbing cliffs in his seaside home, and his seasons on board the ship have allowed him to become well-nigh spider-like in the rope ladders and other rigging that control a ship such as this one.

 

[Mallak]

Captain Ben looks at Grondar. "Go ashore? Where do you think we're landing, Port Rolly? You'll sleep on deck tonight, and every night until we reach Tortila! But it was good of you to get the crates and boxes below just the same, although you should have been finished with that long ago. In any case--" He cuts off with a glance at Denther in the crow's nest. "Troth! Keep a steady hand on that line. Denther! What do you see?"

To Denther's eyes, the speck on the horizon slowly resolves into a gray sail. It is another ship heading due south on down the coast! Given the strange ship's heading and that of the Pander Ban, the two could come close to intersecting.


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A note to jkason: no human has ever shown magical aptitude. For Magyar to have such a talent would be beyond rare. I just want to make sure that you, as a player, know that, since Colmarr certainly would.
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