The Antigrol Tide (IC)

[jkason]

Magyar Rhineholdt, human rogue

Especially given how oddly under-trafficked the port seems, Mag does decide on the armor. Sea-faring mercenaries shouldn't be all that uncommon, so the armor shouldn't call too much attention, though he'll probably want to leave the spear behind Guess I'll wait to see how the others handle that one, he thinks.

At the prospect of rabble-rousing, Magyar has some trepidation. If worse comes to worst, though, he can always use his skills at distraction and misdirection to appear to drink more than he has, and slip out if there looks to be unnecessary trouble.

"Is everyone going out in one big group, then?" he asks casually.

 

[Drowned Hero]

"Is everyone going out in one big group, then?" he asks casually.

"Seems so Magyar, i almost hope so, this town has something strange about it" "we better keep our eyes open" "and friends near"

When Troth get on the dock he will ask people around him where he can find an blacksmith, and take the group to the place.

 

[Jdvn1]

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..."

"No, no," Malachi starts. "Just doing the work of Adonai. Pay your respects to him."

"Wakil, Malachi. May I speak with you briefly before we go ashore?"

"Yes, surely."

After hearding Denther's story, Malachi looks grave. "I do knot know anything of the 'red hand', but if there is anything I can do, I will try to help."

As the ship gets closer and closer to land, Malachi tries to get to know the crew. Now that he has time to look at and get a feel for each person. <This is a good crew, all in all. Much like the one Wakil and I were on.>

"Yes, let's enjoy some of the time on land--armor might be useful, too. I would not normally think to be armed all the time, but experience has shown us that the times are dangerous. That the city seems... odd... is also something to be cautious of."

 

[unleashed]

Colmarr Blackrock, Male Gnome Bard

“Well I don’t know that I’ll be needing that kind of service, but thank you for your consideration...” Colmarr replies to Grondar’s less than subtle remark about the red marked establishments.

 

[MummyKitty]

N’un T’Chauck overhears the discussion about the city's potential dangers. He wonders if one could find pirates here... pirates like the ones that possibly slew his tribesmen. The others mentioned armor... N’un T’Chauck had never tried wearing the metal skin, but the thought of it made him uncomfortable. Plus, it would interfere with his ability to dodge and run if necessary. He hardly liked wearing the clothes that civilized folk needlessly wore in this warm weather, when a loose loin cloth for modesy's sake alone would be enough. No, his obsidian blade would be enough to protect him, as it had protected his father before him.

 

[Mallak]

As the crew is standing around jeering each other good naturedly and preparing the ship to dock, no one seems to notice the longboat with four pairs of oars that has launched from Pier 3. However, as it bears in on a collision course headed straight for the Pander Ban, Grondar, N'un T'Chauck, Magyar, Denther, Malachi, and Wakil all take notice. Troth was apparently daydreaming about steel daggers and red-roofed buildings, while Colmarr was still perturbed at Grondar's forthright assumption that the little gnome would ever need to consider patroning such places.

All but Grondar zero in on the smallcraft immediately, noticing that neither the man at the tiller nor the guide in the bow seem to realize the danger they are in from the large ship bearing down on them. The men in the little boat are waving their arms and shouting and staring intently ahead at something low in the water, almost directly beneath the bow of the Pander Ban.

The brilliance of the sun on the waves ahead of the bow dazzles Magyar and N'un T'Chauck and blinds them to what is there. However, it attracts Troth's attention, and he, Denther, Malachi, and Wakil are able to stare through the glare on the water to see there, camoflauged in the light, a tiny dinghy crewed by a single small figure. Troth and Wakil note that it appears to be a child dressed in bright pink rowing the little craft directly in the path of the towering Pander Ban.

 

[unleashed]

Colmarr Blackrock, Male Gnome Bard

*Colmarr continues to stand looking at Grondar, hands on his hips, wondering why he has to be so unrefined about such matters...after all not every human, especially the females, is a giant like him.*

Mallak
[SBLOCK]Not exactly the reaction I was going for...bristling at the suggestion that he would ever consider patroning such places...the response was more directed at the fact that Grondar is so crude about it, as Colmarr is not above such things. Of course the fact he’s a charming little fellow who can find companionship in ways other than going to such places, means he hasn’t frequented them much in the past. [/SBLOCK]

 

[Mallak]

[sblock=OOC]How's that, Colmarr?[/sblock]

 

[unleashed]

Colmarr Blackrock, Male Gnome Bard

Mallak
[SBLOCK]Yes, that fits better, thanks. [/SBLOCK]

 

[MummyKitty]

[sblock]Since I'm blinded I assume I can't react. Not sure who was supposed to be at the tiller or wheel, (I think it was me) but if I'm able to react I'll turn her hard about to avoid a collision. Otherwise I'll just be dazzled by the pretty sunlit waves until someone shouts a warning.[/sblock]