The Antigrol Tide (IC)
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MummyKitty
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"Captain, what's our heading to be?" N'un T'Chauck asks the captain before he heads down to his cabin. He's feeling relieved now that they have a few more men in the crew. Even if they are not experienced in the ways of the sea, their company will be welcome in manning the ship. He doesn't know the standard crew for a large sailing ship like the Pandar Ban, but surely it will be good to have more men manning the ropes and trimming the sails.
[sblock]Since N'un T'Chauck is refreshed I assume he finally grabbed some shut-eye between the battle and the dawn.[/sblock]
[sblock]Since N'un T'Chauck is refreshed I assume he finally grabbed some shut-eye between the battle and the dawn.[/sblock]
Strahd_Von_Zarovich
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Grondar
Now that the night shift is over, Grondar eats something and goes to rest.
hopefuly not to awake to a combat again.
Now that the night shift is over, Grondar eats something and goes to rest.
hopefuly not to awake to a combat again.
magic_gathering2001
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Braer seeks out Malachi first thing and says, "Thank you for your healing good sir, without your help I doubt I would have made it through the night. I'm sorry I couldn't thank you earlier but if there is anyhing I can do..."
Down in the hold Wakil wakes after a good night of rest. He would normaly sleep on the deck weather permiting but not knowing the cutoms of the boat he did not want to be underfoot. Plus, with this newly awakend call he felt he should spend some time alone without distraction with Adonai. After his morning prayers are said he heads topside to see who his new companions are in the daylight.
Captain's Log, Pander Ban: 122nd voyage, 6th day, out of Antigrol
Our fair weather continues today; we should make Tortila by noon. No sign of pursuing ships or fog since night one. We've been running day and night since the attack, and it's beginning to wear on the crew. You can see it in their faces and the way they go about their tasks. It will be good to make port for some much needed R&R. I can't wait to be rid of this "special" cargo, and that in the hold should fetch a pretty price as well. If rumors in Antigrol are to be believed, barbarian furs will be very popular this year.
Our two newest shipmates, Wakil and Malachi, seem to be working out very well. Without them, we would not have been able to come so far, so fast. Colmarr, too, has been essential in keeping the crew's spirits up. Braer is shaping up to be an excellent first mate. He's allowed me much needed rest on this trip. Perhaps he will consider staying on after Tortila. Surprisingly, Noonchuck has also become somewhat of a leader among the men. I'd think of promoting him, but I never was too good with rank and all that. I'll see that he gets an extra share of the profits from this run, though. Would that I could give everyone an extra share; they've earned it.
I can smell breakfast cooking, so it is high time I was up and about. It's been so nice this voyage to have not one, but two cooks aboard! I must be sure to always have one such talent among my crew from here on out.
Captain Ben Turion gazes out over the deck of his ship from his place at the helm. In the distance, the southern arm of Tortila Bay, that most raucous port of call for free-spirited and free-thinking individuals, is just heaving into view.
"Thar she is, lads! Take a good look. There'll be wine, women, and song this ev'ning, boys. Only the best for the crew of the Pander Ban! Let's take 'er in smart-like, now. Look alive!"
Our fair weather continues today; we should make Tortila by noon. No sign of pursuing ships or fog since night one. We've been running day and night since the attack, and it's beginning to wear on the crew. You can see it in their faces and the way they go about their tasks. It will be good to make port for some much needed R&R. I can't wait to be rid of this "special" cargo, and that in the hold should fetch a pretty price as well. If rumors in Antigrol are to be believed, barbarian furs will be very popular this year.
Our two newest shipmates, Wakil and Malachi, seem to be working out very well. Without them, we would not have been able to come so far, so fast. Colmarr, too, has been essential in keeping the crew's spirits up. Braer is shaping up to be an excellent first mate. He's allowed me much needed rest on this trip. Perhaps he will consider staying on after Tortila. Surprisingly, Noonchuck has also become somewhat of a leader among the men. I'd think of promoting him, but I never was too good with rank and all that. I'll see that he gets an extra share of the profits from this run, though. Would that I could give everyone an extra share; they've earned it.
I can smell breakfast cooking, so it is high time I was up and about. It's been so nice this voyage to have not one, but two cooks aboard! I must be sure to always have one such talent among my crew from here on out.
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Captain Ben Turion gazes out over the deck of his ship from his place at the helm. In the distance, the southern arm of Tortila Bay, that most raucous port of call for free-spirited and free-thinking individuals, is just heaving into view.
"Thar she is, lads! Take a good look. There'll be wine, women, and song this ev'ning, boys. Only the best for the crew of the Pander Ban! Let's take 'er in smart-like, now. Look alive!"
Drowned Hero
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Troth Barbarian/Half-Elf
Troth lifts his head from his tedious work as the Captain speaks about fair ladies, drink and rest. His eyes grows bigger as he sees more and more of Tortila Bay, many stories he had heart from this port of freedom and he was already amazed of its looks.
He could see many ships unloading its cargo at the docks. As the distance to the port and the wind turn towards them, Troth could smell fish, herbs, furs, smoke from the many houses, spices, and a variety of things he never had smelt.
Suddenly he grins I must be careful “right back Captain” he says as he goes under deck and in a empty room he adjust his turban on his head and conceals his ears very carefully, using his disguise toolkit. He finishes his touch concealing his face with the end part of the turban.
As he returns over deck he take one of the sail trimming ropes noding at the Captain indicating him that he was ready to follow his instructions.
Disguise +8
Troth lifts his head from his tedious work as the Captain speaks about fair ladies, drink and rest. His eyes grows bigger as he sees more and more of Tortila Bay, many stories he had heart from this port of freedom and he was already amazed of its looks.
He could see many ships unloading its cargo at the docks. As the distance to the port and the wind turn towards them, Troth could smell fish, herbs, furs, smoke from the many houses, spices, and a variety of things he never had smelt.
Suddenly he grins I must be careful “right back Captain” he says as he goes under deck and in a empty room he adjust his turban on his head and conceals his ears very carefully, using his disguise toolkit. He finishes his touch concealing his face with the end part of the turban.
As he returns over deck he take one of the sail trimming ropes noding at the Captain indicating him that he was ready to follow his instructions.
Disguise +8
Magyar Rhineholdt, human rogue
Thank the gods, it was land. Mag felt a lift in his spirits enough to make him nearly giddy. And a city, to boot. For all that Mag was out of his element in the sea, he had little trouble navigating strange cities; life as a travelling performer--even of an outmoded vocation--gave him that, at least.
The young man's work becomes noticeably more efficient. The burdening fear of sudden squawl gone, Mag's natural affinity for learning new tasks finally seemed to be taking over. He'd help with the unloading, then take advantage of some much needed re-aquainting with dry land and the civilization therein.
Though, all things considered, it probably wouldn't hurt to put the armor on, he found himself thinking.
Thank the gods, it was land. Mag felt a lift in his spirits enough to make him nearly giddy. And a city, to boot. For all that Mag was out of his element in the sea, he had little trouble navigating strange cities; life as a travelling performer--even of an outmoded vocation--gave him that, at least.
The young man's work becomes noticeably more efficient. The burdening fear of sudden squawl gone, Mag's natural affinity for learning new tasks finally seemed to be taking over. He'd help with the unloading, then take advantage of some much needed re-aquainting with dry land and the civilization therein.
Though, all things considered, it probably wouldn't hurt to put the armor on, he found himself thinking.
Strahd_Von_Zarovich
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Grondar - Human thug
Just what I needed ... to feel like home.
crowded port, Taverns fill with smoke, noise and ale, whores everwhere, fights on the decks, smell of fish, drunkers, beggers, thieves and other odd people. that what Grondar calls home.
He feels lucky ... he have a good place to sleep either .. On the ship.
maybe I'll bring a woman to the lower deck.
he thinks and turns to who ever stands on the deck with him.
Hey...Lads, if you want good beer, good women and some gambling ... come with me when we land.
Just what I needed ... to feel like home.
crowded port, Taverns fill with smoke, noise and ale, whores everwhere, fights on the decks, smell of fish, drunkers, beggers, thieves and other odd people. that what Grondar calls home.
He feels lucky ... he have a good place to sleep either .. On the ship.
maybe I'll bring a woman to the lower deck.
he thinks and turns to who ever stands on the deck with him.
Hey...Lads, if you want good beer, good women and some gambling ... come with me when we land.
Drowned Hero
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Strahd_Von_Zarovich said:
"You know this port? maybe you know where to find a weaponsmith? you see i want to buy myself a dagger of some sort" "after that i want to drink an ale or two"
