Perplexed, Anglos points to his gills, “Yes, I can breath underwater. Perhaps you might can come visit our city once I have secured a trade route. My people have long been an isolated civilization. We are seeking to branch out. My father and mother were the first ambassadors to approach the surface. I am the second. I am on the Maelstrom to meet more surface dwellers. I am not a spy. The richest is the royal family, likely. I quite need friends and you seem like an...” Anglos slowly pulls his hand back after Tea releases it, and gives a tentative thumbs up, “interesting fellow.”
Tea grins broadly. "I would very much like to visit with you and the richest royal family. I am glad we are now friends. May we die for each other in glorious battle atop the mountain of money we acquire!" Tea salutes Anglos with his tankard and drinks deeply, pleased that he has a new comrade, and restless for adventure.
Gimmur Arnskull stomps into the mess area, his belt of carpenter's tools slung over his shoulder, and grabs a plate of grub. As he walks through the sailors, he stops and talks about damage control for a few moments at several different tables before finding a bench where he sits. He drapes the belt of tools carefully next to him, then digs into his meal. He marks on the table with his carpenter's pencil, seeming to be doing some kind of mathematical calculations.
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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...
Gimmur Arnskull stomps into the mess area, his belt of carpenter's tools slung over his shoulder, and grabs a plate of grub. As he walks through the sailors, he stops and talks about damage control for a few moments at several different tables before finding a bench where he sits. He drapes the belt of tools carefully next to him, then digs into his meal. He marks on the table with his carpenter's pencil, seeming to be doing some kind of mathematical calculations.
Tea notices Gimmur as he wanders into the mess. "Excuse me royal Anglos, I must see a Dwarf about a boat," and walks toward Gimmur. Using his Mage Hand, Tea attemps to lift a small hammer out of Gimmur's bag and waggle it above his head while he eats.
"Oy Gimmur! How long do you recon before the Domos is ready to sail? I'm itchin' to stretch my legs a bit. I love this lot to bits, but sometimes you need some extra space." Tea sits down next to the Dwarf, still chewing his chicken.
Titus Vespasian awoke early the next morning disoriented. The Paladin didn’t often drink quite that much ale, but had got caught up in the celebration. He realized he was hungover and hoped he hadn’t said or done anything embarrassing the night before. “Oh no, was I singing?” He couldn’t remember, but he had the tune to drunken sailor stuck in his head. “Gods, I’m a terrible singer...” The swaying of the ocean made him feel even worse, he’d spent a lot of time at sea since leaving, and while he had long since gotten over seasickness when sober, the ale from last night was taking its toll now.
Nonetheless, the Dragonborn promptly arose and proceeded to ready himself for the day’s duty. Despite his discomfort, he prepared with military precision and and quickly made his way to the armory to prepare for training and drills.
“Hey Titus!” The armory chief greeted him, “Heard next they’re gonna have ya train all us pirates to be minstrels and bards! You’re gonna head up production of a big musical with us as the cast! Hahaha!”
Ugh. He knew it. He had been singing. “Just open the damn door so I can get the gear ready”
Titus entered the small part of the armory they’d allowed him to take for his trainings and waited for his students. Several other sailors and crew members filed in and took their places. He was training them to fight as a unit, like he learned from the legion. “Use your shield not just to defend yourself but you brothers as well” he said as he formed the men into a phalanx. “The enemy cannot attack just one of you, he must attack the whole formation” he moved his shield to demonstrate, defending the student next to him from an imagined strike. After an hour of intense drills, they went on to their other duties.
“Why do you do it Titus?” The chief asked as he helped the Dragonborn put the gear away. “Because I’m a trained Paladin with experience leading men in a professional army, the 13th legion was the pride of the-“.
“That’s not what I mean, I saw how sloshed ya were last night, you must feel like hell, what makes you show up at the crack of dawn to help this bunch?”
“Well Chief, part of it is that it might actually save their lives if they get in a scrape out there, but part of it is I’m glad to see em practicing the protective fighting style used by the soldiers of my country. It’s something familiar I have from home that I can bring here. Even though my nation has fallen her traditions live on”
The chief smiled “Well sorry to hear about your people, but you’re doing right by this crew training em like that.” he stored the last equipment and walked away.
Titus smiled and the lingered a bit on his country’s emblem upon his shield. Soon a listless look on his face gave way to a somber countenance as he closed his eyes and quietly muttered a vengeful oath with his hand clasped over his nation’s crest. “Woe to the vanquished”.
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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)
On the way to the Armory Titus passes Salty Joe and Douglass getting ready for breakfast. Even though the sun has yet to rise over the horizon Salty is still wearing his sunglasses, everyone has their way of getting through a hangover. He looks up to the Paladin walking by and delivers a smile and knowing nod. "Aye, if you get the chance, tell your boys breakfast will be ready after drills."
Tea notices Gimmur as he wanders into the mess. "Excuse me royal Anglos, I must see a Dwarf about a boat," and walks toward Gimmur. Using his Mage Hand, Tea attemps to lift a small hammer out of Gimmur's bag and waggle it above his head while he eats.
"Oy Gimmur! How long do you recon before the Domos is ready to sail? I'm itchin' to stretch my legs a bit. I love this lot to bits, but sometimes you need some extra space." Tea sits down next to the Dwarf, still chewing his chicken.
"Oy Tea - I think they heaved to pretty quickly and we overran them before they could scuttle the ship. There's still traps to look for, but on the whole..." he looks down at his scribbles on the table. "A day - two at the most. Take longer to assign officers to her than it'll take for me to get her back in sailing trim." Gimmur continues to eat and talk, oblivious to the dancing hammer.
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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...
Tanne sits down at the table across from Gimmur. "What are you writing down in there? Nevermind. Want to play a game of pinfinger?" Tanne realizes that nobody understands what he's talking about. "Bishop. Stabscotch. Serbian Tetris. Nerve?" Tanne lets out an exasperated guffaw. "The 'stab a knife between your fingers' game. If I win, I'll be one of the officers of the Domos."
Before Gimmur can even answer. Tanne draws a dagger and begins stabbing between his fingers.
Tanne sits down at the table across from Gimmur. "What are you writing down in there? Nevermind. Want to play a game of pinfinger?" Tanne realizes that nobody understands what he's talking about. "Bishop. Stabscotch. Serbian Tetris. Nerve?" Tanne lets out an exasperated guffaw. "The 'stab a knife between your fingers' game. If I win, I'll be one of the officers of the Domos."
Before Gimmur can even answer. Tanne draws a dagger and begins stabbing between his fingers.
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...
Anglos emerges from his room in soft pajamas brought from home and sits next to Tea. “Good morning. Why are you trying to stab yourself? Or do you think the table is a mimic. I do not believe it is.”
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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
Salty Joe thinks about last night and how he got his ass whooped in a harmonica battle. Back in the day that would never happen. I guess that's what he gets for focusing on his swordsmanship.
Anglos emerges from his room in soft pajamas brought from home and sits next to Tea. “Good morning. Why are you trying to stab yourself? Or do you think the table is a mimic. I do not believe it is.”
"Not me I don't play games with my own fingers," Tea says wide-eyed as he watches Tanne dexterously threading his knife faster and faster. Tea becomes mesmerized by Tanne's blade work. Perception: 5
Forgetting about his Mage Hand twirling Gimmur's hammer over his head, the Mage Hand opens and drops the spinning hammer out of the air.
Tanne sits down at the table across from Gimmur. "What are you writing down in there? Nevermind. Want to play a game of pinfinger?" Tanne realizes that nobody understands what he's talking about. "Bishop. Stabscotch. Serbian Tetris. Nerve?" Tanne lets out an exasperated guffaw. "The 'stab a knife between your fingers' game. If I win, I'll be one of the officers of the Domos."
Before Gimmur can even answer. Tanne draws a dagger and begins stabbing between his fingers.
Tea notices Gimmur as he wanders into the mess. "Excuse me royal Anglos, I must see a Dwarf about a boat," and walks toward Gimmur. Using his Mage Hand, Tea attemps to lift a small hammer out of Gimmur's bag and waggle it above his head while he eats.
"Oy Gimmur! How long do you recon before the Domos is ready to sail? I'm itchin' to stretch my legs a bit. I love this lot to bits, but sometimes you need some extra space." Tea sits down next to the Dwarf, still chewing his chicken.
"Oy Tea - I think they heaved to pretty quickly and we overran them before they could scuttle the ship. There's still traps to look for, but on the whole..." he looks down at his scribbles on the table. "A day - two at the most. Take longer to assign officers to her than it'll take for me to get her back in sailing trim." Gimmur continues to eat and talk, oblivious to the dancing hammer.
"Let me know if there's anything I can help with. Trapfinder could be my middle name. I don't know, never had a middle name. But it's a possibility. Thank goodness they didn't scuttle 'er. Couple days sounds good. Real good. I'll help in any way I can, just let me know."
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Tea Twospoons: Lvl3 Deep Gnome Arcane Trickster Rogue - Sea of Annihilation PbP
"Aboard a ship like this," Zradhall says, addressing Anglos, "This is probably one of the most sane things you will see." He goes up and leans against the nearest wall/railing, relishing the cool, morning breeze.
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"The hero sought to save the world.
"If I keep trying, I'll be able to win," the hero thought.
But the harder the hero fought, the further the world seemed to tumble away.
Drowning in doubt, the hero could not even save themselves.
Hero, if you still believe in a brighter future, hold in your heart a thorn that can pierce all doubt."
On the way to the Armory Titus passes Salty Joe and Douglass getting ready for breakfast. Even though the sun has yet to rise over the horizon Salty is still wearing his sunglasses, everyone has their way of getting through a hangover. He looks up to the Paladin walking by and delivers a smile and knowing nod. "Aye, if you get the chance, tell your boys breakfast will be ready after drills."
Titus enters the room with several other crew members after finishing their morning duties and makes his way over to see Salty Joe at the mess hall. He grabbed a seat close to the counter.
“G’morning Joe! What do you have for us back there today?”
He turns his head to see Zradhall and Anglos as they watched Tanne who was stabbing ever more quickly between his fingers. He smiled with bemusement.
”Ah... a little bit of the old Serbian Tetris eh? What’s he playin’ for? Trying to win someone else’s loot?”
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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)
“The captured ship evidently.” Anglos raises a hand to shake the dragonborn’s while still watching, “Anglos Coralath, Bubbles Beneath the Depths, son of Abyos Coralath, Whispered Voice of the Deep, lone hatchling of the late Siryn Coralath, may she find peace amongst the sea.” His attention drifts distractedly.
”Well met Anglos Coralath, I am Titus Vespasian 1st Shield, 13th legion for the former Nemean Empire. Glad to have you aboard, haven’t met many Triton in my day.”
He looked concerned as he absorbs what he’s been told “He’s playing for the whole ship? Surely we cannot let such a valuable assets be won or lost on this stupid trifle of a game?”
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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)
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Tea Twospoons: Lvl3 Deep Gnome Arcane Trickster Rogue - Sea of Annihilation PbP
Anglos slowly, hesitantly, nods, “A strange way of sealing a friendship, but very well.” The triton downs a drink.
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
Gimmur Arnskull stomps into the mess area, his belt of carpenter's tools slung over his shoulder, and grabs a plate of grub. As he walks through the sailors, he stops and talks about damage control for a few moments at several different tables before finding a bench where he sits. He drapes the belt of tools carefully next to him, then digs into his meal. He marks on the table with his carpenter's pencil, seeming to be doing some kind of mathematical calculations.
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...
Tea Twospoons: Lvl3 Deep Gnome Arcane Trickster Rogue - Sea of Annihilation PbP
Titus Vespasian awoke early the next morning disoriented. The Paladin didn’t often drink quite that much ale, but had got caught up in the celebration. He realized he was hungover and hoped he hadn’t said or done anything embarrassing the night before. “Oh no, was I singing?” He couldn’t remember, but he had the tune to drunken sailor stuck in his head. “Gods, I’m a terrible singer...” The swaying of the ocean made him feel even worse, he’d spent a lot of time at sea since leaving, and while he had long since gotten over seasickness when sober, the ale from last night was taking its toll now.
Nonetheless, the Dragonborn promptly arose and proceeded to ready himself for the day’s duty. Despite his discomfort, he prepared with military precision and and quickly made his way to the armory to prepare for training and drills.
“Hey Titus!” The armory chief greeted him, “Heard next they’re gonna have ya train all us pirates to be minstrels and bards! You’re gonna head up production of a big musical with us as the cast! Hahaha!”
Ugh. He knew it. He had been singing. “Just open the damn door so I can get the gear ready”
Titus entered the small part of the armory they’d allowed him to take for his trainings and waited for his students. Several other sailors and crew members filed in and took their places. He was training them to fight as a unit, like he learned from the legion. “Use your shield not just to defend yourself but you brothers as well” he said as he formed the men into a phalanx. “The enemy cannot attack just one of you, he must attack the whole formation” he moved his shield to demonstrate, defending the student next to him from an imagined strike. After an hour of intense drills, they went on to their other duties.
“Why do you do it Titus?” The chief asked as he helped the Dragonborn put the gear away. “Because I’m a trained Paladin with experience leading men in a professional army, the 13th legion was the pride of the-“.
“That’s not what I mean, I saw how sloshed ya were last night, you must feel like hell, what makes you show up at the crack of dawn to help this bunch?”
“Well Chief, part of it is that it might actually save their lives if they get in a scrape out there, but part of it is I’m glad to see em practicing the protective fighting style used by the soldiers of my country. It’s something familiar I have from home that I can bring here. Even though my nation has fallen her traditions live on”
The chief smiled “Well sorry to hear about your people, but you’re doing right by this crew training em like that.” he stored the last equipment and walked away.
Titus smiled and the lingered a bit on his country’s emblem upon his shield. Soon a listless look on his face gave way to a somber countenance as he closed his eyes and quietly muttered a vengeful oath with his hand clasped over his nation’s crest. “Woe to the vanquished”.
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)
On the way to the Armory Titus passes Salty Joe and Douglass getting ready for breakfast. Even though the sun has yet to rise over the horizon Salty is still wearing his sunglasses, everyone has their way of getting through a hangover. He looks up to the Paladin walking by and delivers a smile and knowing nod. "Aye, if you get the chance, tell your boys breakfast will be ready after drills."
I got alot a doods
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...
Tanne sits down at the table across from Gimmur. "What are you writing down in there? Nevermind. Want to play a game of pinfinger?" Tanne realizes that nobody understands what he's talking about. "Bishop. Stabscotch. Serbian Tetris. Nerve?" Tanne lets out an exasperated guffaw. "The 'stab a knife between your fingers' game. If I win, I'll be one of the officers of the Domos."
Before Gimmur can even answer. Tanne draws a dagger and begins stabbing between his fingers.
Sleight of Hand: 16
Tanne D'Landra: Lvl3 Human Battlemaster Fighter (Archer) - Sea of Annihilation PbP
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...
Anglos emerges from his room in soft pajamas brought from home and sits next to Tea. “Good morning. Why are you trying to stab yourself? Or do you think the table is a mimic. I do not believe it is.”
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 thinks about last night and how he got his ass whooped in a harmonica battle. Back in the day that would never happen. I guess that's what he gets for focusing on his swordsmanship.
I got alot a doods
Tea Twospoons: Lvl3 Deep Gnome Arcane Trickster Rogue - Sea of Annihilation PbP
Tea Twospoons: Lvl3 Deep Gnome Arcane Trickster Rogue - Sea of Annihilation PbP
Anglos eyes his webbed hands and shudders, “I do not believe that I would like to play this game either.”
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
"Aboard a ship like this," Zradhall says, addressing Anglos, "This is probably one of the most sane things you will see." He goes up and leans against the nearest wall/railing, relishing the cool, morning breeze.
"The hero sought to save the world.
"If I keep trying, I'll be able to win," the hero thought.
But the harder the hero fought, the further the world seemed to tumble away.
Drowning in doubt, the hero could not even save themselves.
Hero, if you still believe in a brighter future, hold in your heart a thorn that can pierce all doubt."
~ Guild Wars 2
“One could read?” Anglos says with a head tilt.
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)
“The captured ship evidently.” Anglos raises a hand to shake the dragonborn’s while still watching, “Anglos Coralath, Bubbles Beneath the Depths, son of Abyos Coralath, Whispered Voice of the Deep, lone hatchling of the late Siryn Coralath, may she find peace amongst the sea.” His attention drifts distractedly.
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
Titus smiles and extends his hand
”Well met Anglos Coralath, I am Titus Vespasian 1st Shield, 13th legion for the former Nemean Empire. Glad to have you aboard, haven’t met many Triton in my day.”
He looked concerned as he absorbs what he’s been told “He’s playing for the whole ship? Surely we cannot let such a valuable assets be won or lost on this stupid trifle of a game?”
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)