The Seas of Blood - The Price of Fame (Chapter One)

[Fenris]

OOC:[sblock] Bravo, well done! [/sblock]

Trav'nul had been listening intently to the tale. And gives a hearty chuckle at the end. "A fitting end for a cut-throat, throat cut witch eh Bartholmew? A magnificent tale!" And Trav'nul reaches out to scratch Captain Smiths ears."I had no idea you were such a naughtly little monkey, Captain Smith. Perhaps you can name your next ship the Blood Monkey!" And Trav'nul laughs heartily. "Well you head out Bart, I will stay here to await the other captain."

 

[Phoenix]

"Well, I'm sure I can take some time to show such a wonderful woman that her work is definately appreciated, and show you a pleasurable time, if you're willing. What would your hearts desire be tonight m'lady?"

"Well I must return to my clergy tonight sweet Swoops, but if you should wish to visit me again, I would like it dearly. To show yourself within the walls of my cloister, simply bring me a yellow lotus flower, displayed openly of course, then I shall know your intent."

She winks at the Captain and turns, sauntering away back into the city with her hips swaying seductively.

 

[Phoenix]

OOC:[sblock] Bravo, well done! [/sblock]

Trav'nul had been listening intently to the tale. And gives a hearty chuckle at the end. "A fitting end for a cut-throat, throat cut witch eh Bartholmew? A magnificent tale!" And Trav'nul reaches out to scratch Captain Smiths ears."I had no idea you were such a naughtly little monkey, Captain Smith. Perhaps you can name your next ship the Blood Monkey!" And Trav'nul laughs heartily. "Well you head out Bart, I will stay here to await the other captain."

[sblock]OOC: BS you say???[/sblock]

The two dockworkers stood enraptured by the bard's tale drinking in every word until it was done. Once Trav'nul had spoken though, the two men stepped forward.

"I find it strange that a Bard would know that story, especially with no survivors but Captain Smith to tell the tale."

Their faces shimmered a little, then the flesh bubbled as if it were stew in a pot.

"Of course we know the story all too well, Captain..."

Within moments the clothes on their backs became drenched with the sea water that exuded from within their bodies, their limbed swelled as if they had spent months at the bottom of the sea, their eyes fell back in their sockets, and their undead visage brought to the fore.

"'twas Captain Smith that cursed us, and it be with his blood that the curse be broken!"

 

[Fenris]

"Great Mother of the Sea! 'tis true" the alarmed half-orc shouts. Trav'nul draws his axe and steps forward to deal with these cursed denizens of the deep who can change shape. "By all the demons of the deep man" the half-orc shouts to Bart "I thought you were spinning a yarn! Unless you have some great attachment to that monkey, I say hand it over! But if'n you won't then stand behind me and hope no more o' Captain Smith's old friends show up out of the briney blue, I'm gonna show these swabs what a marine can do" And Trav'nul is muttering about sunken ships and lost legends and the mysteries of the sea as he hefts his axe to defend Bart and the suddenly much more interesting Captain Smith.

Phoenix:
[sblock] I love it when you're evil [/sblock]

 

[IcyCool]

The two dockworkers stood enraptured by the bard's tale drinking in every word until it was done. Once Trav'nul had spoken though, the two men stepped forward.

"I find it strange that a Bard would know that story, especially with no survivors but Captain Smith to tell the tale."

Bart chuckles, knowing that his story was a little too flimsy and easy to see through.

Their faces shimmered a little, then the flesh bubbled as if it were stew in a pot.

"Of course we know the story all too well, Captain..."

The grin on Bart's face freezes and his eyes bulge wide with shock.

Within moments the clothes on their backs became drenched with the sea water that exuded from within their bodies, their limbed swelled as if they had spent months at the bottom of the sea, their eyes fell back in their sockets, and their undead visage brought to the fore.

"'twas Captain Smith that cursed us, and it be with his blood that the curse be broken!"

Bart's expression changes from shock to abject horror as he launches himself to his feet, stepping back to the edge of the dock and behind Trav'Nul. He holds out a hand as if to ward them off while he yanks his cutlass free of it's scabbard.

"Back ye cursed sharkbait! Ye can't be real!" Bart howls with a hint of madness in his voice. "Ahoy to th' Moon Goddess! Help! Ye can't be real!" He lets out a panicked squeak to Captain Smith in a strange imitation of the monkey's normal chatter - [sblock]Find Captain Swoops! Bring help![/sblock]

All the while he points the tip of his cutlass at the two things before him. "Back I say, back to th' depths with ye!"

OOC for everyone:[sblock]Impromptu poll:
Bart is:
A) Going insane, and bringing anyone nearby with him.
B) Able to alter the very fabric of reality with his stories.
C) Well and truly "boned".[/sblock]

 

[Bront]

"Well I must return to my clergy tonight sweet Swoops, but if you should wish to visit me again, I would like it dearly. To show yourself within the walls of my cloister, simply bring me a yellow lotus flower, displayed openly of course, then I shall know your intent."

She winks at the Captain and turns, sauntering away back into the city with her hips swaying seductively.

"We shall see each other again Fair Lady," Swoops says with smile and a wave.

With that settled, the Captain sets about gathering information, of potential jobs, boats with potential hauls, The Order of Matrice, Second Sister Cassandra, any hidden meaning to a yellow lotus flower, and the general happenings for the evening. He'll pick up a lotus flower if he can, baring him hearing any odd or hidden meanings.

OOC: I intentionaly didn't mention Swoops, just Johnathon. Did she actualy say that, or is that a GM slip up?

OOC2: Gather Information +11

 

[Phoenix]

"We shall see each other again Fair Lady," Swoops says with smile and a wave.

With that settled, the Captain sets about gathering information, of potential jobs, boats with potential hauls, The Order of Matrice, Second Sister Cassandra, any hidden meaning to a yellow lotus flower, and the general happenings for the evening. He'll pick up a lotus flower if he can, baring him hearing any odd or hidden meanings.

OOC: I intentionaly didn't mention Swoops, just Johnathon. Did she actualy say that, or is that a GM slip up?

OOC2: Gather Information +11

[sblock]OOC1: Figure that one out yerself cobber (as if the GM would slip like that)
OOC2: Gather Information check (DC 15) +20 - Success[/sblock]

Wandering back to the ship the mention of Swoop's name still haunts the Captain for some reason...did he mention it to her by mistake? Dropping into a few taverns, merchant houses and markets on the way back, little information is available before the arrival of an old friend.
The old friend aside, it seems that the availablilty of a Yellow Lotus is the sole domain of the Sisterhood for some reason, the flower is not sold anywhere on the island.

But before Swoops could enquire anymore, an old friend ran from a crowd, leaping upon the captain and gibbering madly, then again Captain Smith never could really communicate that well. He was excited about something, pulling at Swoop's shirt to get him to follow for some reason...

 

[Phoenix]

"Back ye cursed sharkbait! Ye can't be real!" Bart howls with a hint of madness in his voice. "Ahoy to th' Moon Goddess! Help! Ye can't be real!" He lets out a panicked squeak to Captain Smith in a strange imitation of the monkey's normal chatter - [sblock]Find Captain Swoops! Bring help![/sblock]

All the while he points the tip of his cutlass at the two things before him. "Back I say, back to th' depths with ye!"

OOC for everyone:[sblock]Impromptu poll:
Bart is:
A) Going insane, and bringing anyone nearby with him.
B) Able to alter the very fabric of reality with his stories.
C) Well and truly "boned".[/sblock]

[sblock]OOC Poll: C, A, two pints of B
Initiative Round:
Undead Sailors - 20
Bart - 15
Trav'nul - 9[/sblock]

Though Bart and Trav'nul expected a swift attack from the undead creatures that had revealed themselves, the creatures simply took a step back, breathed in deeply, and exhaled a terrible black cloud that began to cover the area swiftly. Uneffected by the wind that came in off the ocean, the cloud expanded its inky blackness so that all in the area were plunged into darkness.

 

[Hypersmurf]

Lukda's Note:
eVents for the daye:
coppar cliffs (at the harbor) - deepe sea diving
uppa markets - artistic trials
the wailing squid - music and dancing compatitene
lowa marketts - cooking and clam-eating compatitene
thurd street and main - fashion show
the arena - Miss Loridunne compatitene (rnd 1)
brewer's row - beer tasting, compatitene, and dirnkg prizes

While Lukda is briefly tempted to enter the 'deepe sea diving', with all the advantages at her disposal, she concludes that in all likelihood there are prohibitions against the use of magic to improve one's chances.

Her regret is brief, however, as two more words blaze in her eyes from the page.

Fashion show.

Not just an excuse to dress up in her fanciest, flounciest, fluffiest dresses, but a chance to win a prize for them in front of hundreds of people!

With a distinct skip in her step, Lukda bids her new friends a fond farewell and sets off back along the dockside to where the ship is berthed, mentally cataloguing the contents of her seachest.

 

[IcyCool]

Though Bart and Trav'nul expected a swift attack from the undead creatures that had revealed themselves, the creatures simply took a step back, breathed in deeply, and exhaled a terrible black cloud that began to cover the area swiftly. Uneffected by the wind that came in off the ocean, the cloud expanded its inky blackness so that all in the area were plunged into darkness.

With little thought in his mind but to escape, Bart tries to make sure that the dead won't be following him. He hurls a piece of porkfat from his spell component pouch at where he remembers the dead being and stammers out the arcane words of a Grease spell.

[sblock]I'm assuming that the two undead sailors were standing next to each other, so I'm Casting Grease on a 10' square that would encompass the area where both are standing, but leave Trav'nul and Bart untouched.

DC 15 Reflex save

Bart will also assign his dodge to "the one on the left".[/sblock]