The Antigrol Tide (IC)

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[sblock=OOC]

Perhaps because your DM neglected to read the climbing rules fully. Climbing a ship's rigging is a DC10 climb check. Colmarr's climb mod is -1, so he can't even take 10 on it. Nor can he take 20 since it carries a risk of falling. By RAW, he probably shouldn't even have made it. Good luck getting down!

Guess Colmarr will just have to get someone else to climb up and carry him down then... if only he could use inspire competence on himself. Well, at least it gives him an avenue to take ranks in Climb next level... he's certainly been practicing. [/sblock]

 

[jkason]

'Come on board lady and tell me your name' 'what has happened to you? and who do you seek'

Magyar, alerted to the newcomer's presence by Troth's call, looks down the gangplank to see their visitor. He's relieved to discover it isn't yet another threat.

"Troth, this is Eloise," Mag explains, moving down to meet her. "We met her yesterday. Eloise, we were just about to set out to your inn when we ran into a bit of snag..." his voice trails off as he finally register's the girl's tears.

"Eloise, what's wrong?"

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Grondar

Meanwhile on his way back to the boat …

Here boy … here.
Grondar calls to a filthy dog.
You need a bath and a chunk of meat.
He grins to himself and tries to lead the dog with him back to the boat.

 

[Jdvn1]

Malachi is a bit shocked at everything going on. <One girl hiding way up there, and another crying girl has come to visit us... it's certainly a night of distress.> He walks toward the gangplank, still carrying the papers, to see what's going on.

 

[Mallak]

Naomi looks at Colmarr, and her eyes pool up with tears. Her lower lip begins to tremble as she huddles there in the moonlight. Finally, the dam breaks, and she falls
weeping into Colmarr's lap. Her blubbers are loud and long and shuddering, and she can't seem to breathe enough. She coughs and splutters, weeping into his chest. At moments, it sounds like she's trying to talk, but the sounds coming out of her mouth aren't words. She weeps.

Meanwhile on his way back to the boat …

Here boy … here.
Grondar calls to a filthy dog.
You need a bath and a chunk of meat.
He grins to himself and tries to lead the dog with him back to the boat.

Though Grondar doesn't know the first thing about handling animals, he does know a thing or two about mutts. The dog is filthy and stinks of refuse. Its fur is mottled and matted so that it is difficult to tell what color it is. As Grondar approaches, it lowers its head and spreads its front paws wide, hackles up, growling deep in its throat. As Grondar talks to it more, the dog stops growling and begins to sniff him out. It watches him cautiously, keeping just out of reach, but it follows him as he makes his way back to the boat.

Denther wanders from the docks into town, looking for the nearest pub. A dockside tavern, the Wharf Rat, catches his eye, and he ducks into it. The place is a filthy hole-in-the-wall, with bad lighting and grimey glasses, but a man stands behind a bar serving booze. It's quiet, mostly dock workers hunkered over their various poisons. In one corner, dice rattle in a cup, but the players are all subdued. Near the back, a man sits with a stringed instrument plucking soft, strange chords. He seems to be merely passing the time rather than making any attempt at entertainment. This music has a sad sort of quality, as if there were no more hope left in the world. After a bit, he begins to sing softly.
[sblock=His Song]
"Well met, well met, said an old true love.
Well met, well met, said he.
I have just returned from the salt, salt sea.
And it's all for the love of thee."
"Come in, come in, my own true love,
And have a seat by me.
It's been three-fourths of a long, long year,
Since together, we have been."

"I can't come in and I can't sit down,
For I've only a moment's time.
They say you're married to a house carpenter,
And your heart will never be mine."

"I could have married a King's daughter, fair,
And she would have married me,
But I have forsaken her crowns of gold,
And it's all for the love of thee."

"Now you forsake your house carpenter,
And go along with me.
I'll take you where the grass grows green.
On the banks of the deep blue sea."

Then she picked up a darlin' little babe,
And kisses, she gave it three.
Saying "Stay right here, my dalrin' little baby,
And keep your pappa company."

They had not been on the ship two weeks,
I'm sure it was not three,
Till his true love began to weep and to mourn,
And she wept most bitterly.

Sayin': "Are you weepin' for my silver and my gold."
Sayin': "Are you weepin' for my store?
Or are you weepin' for your house carpenter,
Whose face you'll never see no more?"

"A curse, a curse to the sailor," she cried.
"A curse, a curse," she swore.
"You robbed me of my darlin' little babe,
That I shall never see no more."

They had not been on the ship three weeks,
I'm sure it was not four,
When there came a leak in the bottom of the ship,
And sank them for to rise no more.
[sblock=OOC]"House Carpenter" by Nickel Creek
Listen (Requires Windows Media Player)[/sblock][/sblock]

Down on the gangplank, Eloise is crying.

"Eloise, what's wrong?"

The girl shies away from the barbarian Troth and throws herself into Magyar's arms, crying against his chest. "Oh, Magyar, it's aweful, terrible! He's so beat up and now they're gonna kill him and--" She takes a deep, shuddering breath. "I was down in the market buying bread and meat for Mother for the inn tonight because she's making beef stew and wanted bread bowls and we didn't have any bread bowls because everyone loves Mother's bread so much that they always eat it up, so she wanted extra hard crusty bread and I have to go to the market to get that from Jon, when I saw Wakil and there were some guards there and they arrested him and they accused him of horrible things and they just can't possibly be true can they and he was with that fellow Braer and did you know he's an elf and now the whole city's in an uproar and I just don't know what to do they're searching people's houses and they beat him so badly and they said they're going to hang him!" Eloise is talking very rapidly and seems to be hyperventilating. "Oh, he didn't do what they said he did, did he? I mean, he couldn't, could he? He seemed so nice, even if he was quiet, but Mama says you have to watch out for the quiet ones, but I just know he couldn't and I went to see him in prison but and first they wouldn't let me but then they did and he gave me a message for Malachi and he said that Captain Ben was dead too--" Here she dissolves into uncontrollable sobs. She tries to choke out words through her tears, but for a while, nothing intelligible comes. "He said he died in that fire last night, he burned all up, and, oh, that isn't true, is it? I mean, that's just aweful, it just couldn't be, I couldn't tell Mother, and, but now they're going to kill Wakil and Braer and some guy name Deeter says they stole a bunch of stuff but that's not why they're gonna kill them it's because Widow Clooney said that he killed her husband Shaun but that can't be because Shaun was so brutally murdered in his bed and Wakil just wouldn't do that, I know it! And Niles and Reggie, those are Shaun's friends, they're dead, too, and she's saying he killed them all and stole her children, only no one knows where the children are, and they're blaming all the murders on Wakil and Braer, except that Widow Clooney said there was somebody else, too, a big strong wild man and a smaller man, too, and she gave descriptions, and but neither of them was Braer, but they arrested him anyway because he's an elf and they called him a spy! And, oh! This boat is moving..." Eloise's voice fades, her eyes roll back, and she collapses into Magyar's arms.

 

[mps42]

Denther hurries from the docks into town, looking for the nearest pub. A dockside tavern, the Wharf Rat, catches his eye, and he ducks into it. The place is a filthy hole-in-the-wall, with bad lighting and grimey glasses, but a man stands behind a bar serving booze. It's quiet, mostly dock workers hunkered over their various poisons. In one corner, dice rattle in a cup, but the players are all subdued. Near the back, a man sits with a stringed instrument plucking soft, strange chords. He seems to be merely passing the time rather than making any attempt at entertainment. This music, if one could call it that, has a sad sort of quality, as if there were no more hope left in the world. After a bit, he begins to sing softly.

Denther enters in to the alehouse and approaches the man behind the bar. speaking in what he hopes is a suitable sailor brogue, he says "Evening. cup o' ale and don't be sparein' on the sails on it."
Hearing the song, Denther approaches the lutist and listens quietly.

[sblock=ooc] I wasnt really in a hurry but thats ok.[/sblock]

 

[jkason]

Magyar Rhineholdt, human rogue

"He said he died in that fire last night, he burned all up, and, oh, that isn't true, is it? I mean, that's just aweful, it just couldn't be, I couldn't tell Mother, and, but now they're going to kill Wakil and Braer and some guy name Deeter says they stole a bunch of stuff but that's not why they're gonna kill them it's because Widow Clooney said that he killed her husband Shaun but that can't be because Shaun was so brutally murdered in his bed and Wakil just wouldn't do that, I know it! And Niles and Reggie, those are Shaun's friends, they're dead, too, and she's saying he killed them all and stole her children, only no one knows where the children are, and they're blaming all the murders on Wakil and Braer, except that Widow Clooney said there was somebody else, too, a big strong wild man and a smaller man, too, and she gave descriptions, and but neither of them was Braer, but they arrested him anyway because he's an elf and they called him a spy! And, oh! This boat is moving..." Eloise's voice fades, her eyes roll back, and she collapses into Magyar's arms.

Mag stands a moment with the girl in his arms, digesting and trying to process her panicked ramblings.

"I have to stop thinking things can't get worse," he finally says. "There's no way Wakil murdered anyone, much less stole children; he was the one so intent on storming the child-brothel right away."

He looks to Troth. "We need to gather whoever we have left on this crew before we're all rounded up the same way, and figure out what our next move is. Troth, will you look after Eloise while I check on Colmarr?" He sets the girl gently on the deck near the rope ladder up to the crow's nest and starts up. A few rungs up, he stops to look back.

"And you might want to make sure your own ears are ... in order, if you know what I mean?" he says. "The last thing we need is to give these people an easy excuse to lock more of us up."

[sblock=OOC]Climb +5 up to check on Colmarr and Lissa.[/sblock]

 

[Jdvn1]

Down on the gangplank, Eloise is crying.The girl shies away from the barbarian Troth and throws herself into Magyar's arms, crying against his chest. "Oh, Magyar, it's aweful, terrible! He's so beat up and now they're gonna kill him and--"

"Wha-- Who-- Wha--" Malachi is trying to get a handle of what's going on, still thinking about numbers and buyers and cargoes, not able to complete a thought in either subject... He shakes his head and neatly organizes his papers to give Eloise more attention.

"... when I saw Wakil and there were some guards there and they arrested him and they accused him of horrible things and they just can't possibly be true can they and he was with that fellow Braer and did you know he's an elf and now the whole city's in an uproar and I just don't know what to do they're searching people's houses and they beat him so badly and they said they're going to hang him!" Eloise is talking very rapidly and seems to be hyperventilating.

Malachi nearly drops his neat stack. "You sa-- what'd th-- who be--" He's looking around frantically now, wanting to see physicaly evidence of Eloise's story, knowing that the only evidence visible from her were her tears.

"Oh, he didn't do what they said he did, did he? I mean, he couldn't, could he? He seemed so nice, even if he was quiet, but Mama says you have to watch out for the quiet ones, but I just know he couldn't and I went to see him in prison but and first they wouldn't let me but then they did and he gave me a message for Malachi and he said that Captain Ben was dead too--" Here she dissolves into uncontrollable sobs. She tries to choke out words through her tears, but for a while, nothing intelligible comes.

"No, of cou-- no, cer-- I kno--" Malachi still is unable to get a word in edgewise, but when Eloise breaks down, he stops trying. This is trying times enough for her, so he allows her to finish her story.

...

Mag stands a moment with the girl in his arms, digesting and trying to process her panicked ramblings.

"I have to stop thinking things can't get worse," he finally says. "There's no way Wakil murdered anyone, much less stole children; he was the one so intent on storming the child-brothel right away."

" Of course Wakil's innocent. I suppose a newcomer to the town makes for a good scapegoat, but he was on his way out of the area. There's never a quiet hour in th is town. To the prison, then."

 

[unleashed]

Colmarr Blackrock, Male Gnome Bard

Naomi looks at Colmarr, and her eyes pool up with tears. Her lower lip begins to tremble as she huddles there in the moonlight. Finally, the dam breaks, and she falls weeping into Colmarr's lap. Her blubbers are loud and long and shuddering, and she can't seem to breathe enough. She coughs and splutters, weeping into his chest. At moments, it sounds like she's trying to talk, but the sounds coming out of her mouth aren't words. She weeps.

“There, there, onia, let it all out,” Colmarr says, stroking her hair gently as she weeps, “You have no need to worry about that kind of thing from any of us.”

He then chuckles nervously, before adding, “I hope the rest don’t go off to the Three-Penny Inn and forget us up here, as I don’t think I can climb down from here by myself.”

 

[Drowned Hero]

He looks to Troth. "We need to gather whoever we have left on this crew before we're all rounded up the same way, and figure out what our next move is. Troth, will you look after Eloise while I check on Colmarr?" He sets the girl gently on the deck near the rope ladder up to the crow's nest and starts up. A few rungs up, he stops to look back.

"And you might want to make sure your own ears are ... in order, if you know what I mean?" he says. "The last thing we need is to give these people an easy excuse to lock more of us up."

Troth find a clean handkerchief in his pocket and hands it to the girl 'here beauty take this' he unfolds it and see how the girl dries hear tears on it and blow her nose.
Troth unfold his turban halfway and wraps it around again, tight and secure, offering some of the esthetic's to be sure it would not unfold even in battle.