Zradhall stands at the bow of the ship, giving one last look at the seemingly endless expanse of waves before going to join the celebration, grabbing a mug of ale and some leg of meat he couldn't identify. He hears an excited voice shouting something about treasure. He wanders around, not striking conversation, unsure of what to do other that eat.
Titus Vespasian sees his fellow Dragonborn and he lurches his way across the room towards him swaying slightly. He raised his mug as he approaches “Cheers! Always good to see a scaled face, my friend.” He had a slight slur to his speech and some ale had sloshed out on the ground. He squinted trying to see if he recognized him but couldn’t quite place the face. “You handled yourself well out there today, we could use more like you. I’m Titus Vespasian, well met”
Salty looks at the slobbering mimic getting all the pots and pans dirty again. He sighs and begins to tap his foot on the ground to a steady simple beat. He presents a suggestion to the Mimic in perfect cadence with the rhythm of his footstep, "You wanna sleep somewhere else NOT in the cook room."
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It first ignores Salty but then begins to come around, "You give me rocky bloons..."saying as it gets up and begins leaving the way it came in. "I be back for more... "
Gimmur Arnskull was in a fine temper - so fine he could be heard from three decks above. "Gods curse every one of you pig-tarsed mammering craven currish beef-witted bum-licking gut-griping louts!" The dwarf had finished healing the lower-deck crew members that had been wounded in the latest fray. Now he was hungry, but the Chief Carpenter's work was never done. Now he tromped, on hands and knees, through six-inch-deep water, his seasoned fingers running over the surface of the wooden hull.
"Where is this god-pounding, festering leak!? May every flea, leech and hookworm in all creation find and feast upon the balls of the navigator that scraped us along a carrack-gobbling reef!" Half an hour later, he sighed and murmured several soft words in Dwarvish. A glow of light emanated from under the water for a moment, and then the dwarf stood and leaned back, stretching his spine with popping and crackling.
"Much better," he growled. "NOW! You there - you two! Get to work pumping this water out of here before I stick your face up his... oh just get to work!" he bellowed and stomped his way up several sets of ladders to the open deck. Every inch of his skin was covered in some sort of tattoo - ships and ocean waves and monsters, lush ladies and lovely islands and colorful birds of prey. As he grabs a plank to pull himself up, his knuckles can be seen. Across the right knuckles is tattooed the word HOLD -- across the left, FAST. HOLD FAST. When there's nothing else you can do aboard a ship in a maelstrom, you can always HOLD FAST.
"What in the Nine Festering Hells is going on up here?" he bellows as he sees someone getting swallowed up by a hungry trunk! "I'm down below hard at work while you lazy quim are up here stuffing your faces and dancing jigs!"
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Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid,Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions! I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
A large fishman stands behind him, “Evidently, we have mimics. I have named mine Sweeps. For he loves sweeps. I do not believe Tanne will be as merciful as I...” The fishman bellows.
OOC: I picture Dwarven Maui
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DM - Elustran Days ~ Fate/False Revelation
Rex'aliha - Hoard of the Dragon Queen ~ Mozu of Worms- The Stormpoint Mountains ~ Muireach Maon- Shepherd’s Crossing ~ Crownsguard - Storm King’s Thunder ~ Gunnar Wayland -Boats, Rocks, and Ruffians ~ POUF!- Ex-Ravens ~ Pascal LaRoux - Long Road Dragon Heist
The mimic looks at Anglos, "Aye, don't you member? I from Baldur's Gate, I member of the crew!" he says lapping at Anglos face, taking some scales along the way. "Pft, booyahg too salty. I like sweeeeps..." it then sprouts four legs and says, "Wego get something sweep! I want sweeps"
Tea stares, mouth agape as within an instant, the mimic that would be devouring Anglos hand instead follows him below deck for food.
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Tea Twospoons: Lvl3 Deep Gnome Arcane Trickster Rogue - Sea of Annihilation PbP
Tanne resumes his duty rigging lines and hauling crates aboard the Maelstrom. He starts by tying his hair back with a leather strap, then draws one of his daggers. He throws the dagger, striking a cleat which loses rope lowering another plank to the Flying Dromos. Tanne boards their newly acquired ship to haul back whatever they can carry. Tanne notices that the other laborer's aren't too enthused, he beings singing "What would you do with a drunken sailor." It's less effective than he hoped.
Tea sees Tanne toss the dagger, and grabs it with Mage Hand and drops it back into Tanne's hand as he boards the Dromos. Tea begins to work at hauling as much loot as his small frame can carry. Hearing Tanne singing, Tea can't help but begin humming along to the catchy tune as he works.
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Tea Twospoons: Lvl3 Deep Gnome Arcane Trickster Rogue - Sea of Annihilation PbP
Despite what happened previously with Anglos, Tannes grab for the dice in the opened crate. Upon seizing them, the crate beings to change. The dice begin to become a tongue-like appendage slowly wrapping around his hand.
Melee Attack: 21 Damage: 5 bludgeoning damage.
OOC: You are now grappled, Tanne.
Seeing Tanne get grappled, Tea flicks a dagger out of his belt and stabs at the Mimic. Attack: 17 Damage: 9 + Sneak Attack: 13
OOC: If the attack hits, I'll need to know how to roll my dagger plus sneak attack. Edit: Dang, critical hit even. Edit2: Apparently I'm not supposed to roll a d20 for the attack first and then do a combat roll, I'm just supposed to do the combat roll and it automatically includes the 'to hit' roll as well. Learning slowly.
Salty Joe hears some members of the crew singing upstairs. He is drawn to the sound even though its a bit off key. He leaves Douglas to finishing the prep for the next day and heads up to the top deck. He hears the familiar tune of "What do you do with a drunken sailor" and chimes in at the chorus with the rest of the crew.
Way hay and up she rises Way hay up she rises Way hay up she rises Earl-eye in the morning
Salty leads the next verse
Shave his belly with a rusty razor Shave his belly with a rusty razor Shave his belly with a rusty razor Earl-eye in the morning!
Despite what happened previously with Anglos, Tannes grab for the dice in the opened crate. Upon seizing them, the crate beings to change. The dice begin to become a tongue-like appendage slowly wrapping around his hand.
Melee Attack: 21 Damage: 5 bludgeoning damage.
OOC: You are now grappled, Tanne.
"Blimey." Tanne shouts out in surprise. "I'm starting to think the Flying Dromos was carrying a shipment of mimics. Not that it makes any sense." Tanne shake the confusions from his head, before he tries to slip out of its bite.
Acrobatics: 8
"I'm stuck. Somebody help me!"
Tanne notices the other deckhands and boatswains laughing at him.
Salty Joe hears some members of the crew singing upstairs. He is drawn to the sound even though its a bit off key. He leaves Douglas to finishing the prep for the next day and heads up to the top deck. He hears the familiar tune of "What do you do with a drunken sailor" and chimes in at the chorus with the rest of the crew.
Way hay and up she rises Way hay up she rises Way hay up she rises Earl-eye in the morning
Salty leads the next verse
Shave his belly with a rusty razor Shave his belly with a rusty razor Shave his belly with a rusty razor Earl-eye in the morning!
Having failed to free himself from the mimic. Tanne realizes he has one chance to save himself from humiliation, and joins Salty Joe in on the last few bars...
Shave his belly with a rusty razor Shave his belly with a rusty razor Shave his belly with a rusty razor Earl-eye in the morning!
Performance: 18
EDIT: Maybe I should have disadvantage on that performance check. 11
Hopefully, Tanne's excitement doesn't make this more difficult for Tea to stab the mimic.
The mimic latches onto Tanne, seemingly drawing him closer into its mouth as he struggles to get free. But before it can do further damage, Tea stabs the mimic in whatever passes for its head. "Owwww!" wails the mimic. "Was only fooling..." then suddenly the mimic from previous arrives from his encounter in the kitchen. "Steve, you alright? I heard you 'ooting and 'ollering" then the mimic now identified as Steve looks at the other mimic, "Look at this dagger in me head, do I look alright, Bob?"then the mimic now identified as Bob says, "Aye, I reckon you aren't...."and he shuffles closer to Steve using his tongue to rip out the dagger and then looks at the gnome. "How rude!"and Steve chimes in, "Aye, that better. Rude gnome indeed!"
As the two mimics continue to exchange conversation, a minotaur with a large crate on his pack slams it down next to them. "What in the ell' are you two up top for? You're supposed to be down below keeping things safe!" then Bob and Steve say together as if completing each other sentences, "We bored!""Erbody celebrating""No fun down there by ourselves""So we came up and saw all the new shinies""We thought we play a trick" "See if anybody try to fool with the new shinies""And we right!" "Those two over there swiping""But that one there did give me sweeps""You got sweeps, I only got a dagger in me head" and soon the frustration on the minotaurs face becomes obvious, "No more from you two, you get back down below and stay down there!"
The two mimics begrudgingly begin back down below, as Steve looks to Bob, "So sweeps, aye? Were they good?" and Bob looks to him, "I got a whole bag of rocky bloons"and Steve yells back at him, "Rocky bloons? Why did I have to get the hooman and not the fish fella..." and the two of them disappear below.
Anglos looks to Sweeps, then to Salty, then to Sweeps, “I believe that he is fine. Truly, he is the best boy.”
DM - Elustran Days ~ Fate/False Revelation
Rex'aliha - Hoard of the Dragon Queen ~ Mozu of Worms - The Stormpoint Mountains ~ Muireach Maon - Shepherd’s Crossing ~ Crownsguard - Storm King’s Thunder ~ Gunnar Wayland - Boats, Rocks, and Ruffians ~ POUF! - Ex-Ravens ~ Pascal LaRoux - Long Road Dragon Heist
OOC: I’ll let him scamper around and allow us to see how Tanne and his mimic are doing!
DM - Elustran Days ~ Fate/False Revelation
Rex'aliha - Hoard of the Dragon Queen ~ Mozu of Worms - The Stormpoint Mountains ~ Muireach Maon - Shepherd’s Crossing ~ Crownsguard - Storm King’s Thunder ~ Gunnar Wayland - Boats, Rocks, and Ruffians ~ POUF! - Ex-Ravens ~ Pascal LaRoux - Long Road Dragon Heist
OOC: Hurray!
DM - Elustran Days ~ Fate/False Revelation
Rex'aliha - Hoard of the Dragon Queen ~ Mozu of Worms - The Stormpoint Mountains ~ Muireach Maon - Shepherd’s Crossing ~ Crownsguard - Storm King’s Thunder ~ Gunnar Wayland - Boats, Rocks, and Ruffians ~ POUF! - Ex-Ravens ~ Pascal LaRoux - Long Road Dragon Heist
Vercinius Thrax: Lizardfolk Cleric - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
L’Ouverture Zinn: Kobold Sorcerer - Waterdeep: Dungeon of the Mad Mage
Titus Vorenus: Dragonborn Paladin - Waterdeep: Dragon Heist
Nemean Goldenmane: Tabaxi Fighter - Lost Mine of Phandelver (Retired)
Salty looks at the slobbering mimic getting all the pots and pans dirty again. He sighs and begins to tap his foot on the ground to a steady simple beat. He presents a suggestion to the Mimic in perfect cadence with the rhythm of his footstep, "You wanna sleep somewhere else NOT in the cook room."
Wis Save DC 13
I got alot a doods
It first ignores Salty but then begins to come around, "You give me rocky bloons..." saying as it gets up and begins leaving the way it came in. "I be back for more... "
Wisdom Saving Throw: 8
Salty sees the treasure chest with legs waddle out of the cook room. He chuckles, then starts cleaning up the mess.
I got alot a doods
Gimmur Arnskull was in a fine temper - so fine he could be heard from three decks above. "Gods curse every one of you pig-tarsed mammering craven currish beef-witted bum-licking gut-griping louts!" The dwarf had finished healing the lower-deck crew members that had been wounded in the latest fray. Now he was hungry, but the Chief Carpenter's work was never done. Now he tromped, on hands and knees, through six-inch-deep water, his seasoned fingers running over the surface of the wooden hull.
"Where is this god-pounding, festering leak!? May every flea, leech and hookworm in all creation find and feast upon the balls of the navigator that scraped us along a carrack-gobbling reef!" Half an hour later, he sighed and murmured several soft words in Dwarvish. A glow of light emanated from under the water for a moment, and then the dwarf stood and leaned back, stretching his spine with popping and crackling.
"Much better," he growled. "NOW! You there - you two! Get to work pumping this water out of here before I stick your face up his... oh just get to work!" he bellowed and stomped his way up several sets of ladders to the open deck. Every inch of his skin was covered in some sort of tattoo - ships and ocean waves and monsters, lush ladies and lovely islands and colorful birds of prey. As he grabs a plank to pull himself up, his knuckles can be seen. Across the right knuckles is tattooed the word HOLD -- across the left, FAST. HOLD FAST. When there's nothing else you can do aboard a ship in a maelstrom, you can always HOLD FAST.
"What in the Nine Festering Hells is going on up here?" he bellows as he sees someone getting swallowed up by a hungry trunk! "I'm down below hard at work while you lazy quim are up here stuffing your faces and dancing jigs!"
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
A large fishman stands behind him, “Evidently, we have mimics. I have named mine Sweeps. For he loves sweeps. I do not believe Tanne will be as merciful as I...” The fishman bellows.
OOC: I picture Dwarven Maui
DM - Elustran Days ~ Fate/False Revelation
Rex'aliha - Hoard of the Dragon Queen ~ Mozu of Worms - The Stormpoint Mountains ~ Muireach Maon - Shepherd’s Crossing ~ Crownsguard - Storm King’s Thunder ~ Gunnar Wayland - Boats, Rocks, and Ruffians ~ POUF! - Ex-Ravens ~ Pascal LaRoux - Long Road Dragon Heist
Tea Twospoons: Lvl3 Deep Gnome Arcane Trickster Rogue - Sea of Annihilation PbP
Tea Twospoons: Lvl3 Deep Gnome Arcane Trickster Rogue - Sea of Annihilation PbP
Tea Twospoons: Lvl3 Deep Gnome Arcane Trickster Rogue - Sea of Annihilation PbP
OOC: I suggest doing the Combat roll for the dagger and then manually type the roll command for sneak attack.
DM - Elustran Days ~ Fate/False Revelation
Rex'aliha - Hoard of the Dragon Queen ~ Mozu of Worms - The Stormpoint Mountains ~ Muireach Maon - Shepherd’s Crossing ~ Crownsguard - Storm King’s Thunder ~ Gunnar Wayland - Boats, Rocks, and Ruffians ~ POUF! - Ex-Ravens ~ Pascal LaRoux - Long Road Dragon Heist
Salty Joe hears some members of the crew singing upstairs. He is drawn to the sound even though its a bit off key. He leaves Douglas to finishing the prep for the next day and heads up to the top deck. He hears the familiar tune of "What do you do with a drunken sailor" and chimes in at the chorus with the rest of the crew.
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay up she rises
Way hay up she rises
Earl-eye in the morning
Salty leads the next verse
Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Earl-eye in the morning!
Performance 14
I got alot a doods
Tanne D'Landra: Lvl3 Human Battlemaster Fighter (Archer) - Sea of Annihilation PbP
Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Earl-eye in the morning!
Tanne D'Landra: Lvl3 Human Battlemaster Fighter (Archer) - Sea of Annihilation PbP
The mimic latches onto Tanne, seemingly drawing him closer into its mouth as he struggles to get free. But before it can do further damage, Tea stabs the mimic in whatever passes for its head. "Owwww!" wails the mimic. "Was only fooling..." then suddenly the mimic from previous arrives from his encounter in the kitchen. "Steve, you alright? I heard you 'ooting and 'ollering" then the mimic now identified as Steve looks at the other mimic, "Look at this dagger in me head, do I look alright, Bob?" then the mimic now identified as Bob says, "Aye, I reckon you aren't...." and he shuffles closer to Steve using his tongue to rip out the dagger and then looks at the gnome. "How rude!" and Steve chimes in, "Aye, that better. Rude gnome indeed!"
As the two mimics continue to exchange conversation, a minotaur with a large crate on his pack slams it down next to them. "What in the ell' are you two up top for? You're supposed to be down below keeping things safe!" then Bob and Steve say together as if completing each other sentences, "We bored!" "Erbody celebrating" "No fun down there by ourselves" "So we came up and saw all the new shinies" "We thought we play a trick" "See if anybody try to fool with the new shinies" "And we right!" "Those two over there swiping" "But that one there did give me sweeps" "You got sweeps, I only got a dagger in me head" and soon the frustration on the minotaurs face becomes obvious, "No more from you two, you get back down below and stay down there!"
The two mimics begrudgingly begin back down below, as Steve looks to Bob, "So sweeps, aye? Were they good?" and Bob looks to him, "I got a whole bag of rocky bloons" and Steve yells back at him, "Rocky bloons? Why did I have to get the hooman and not the fish fella..." and the two of them disappear below.