Ula repeats, “Janellae…”, with a nod and a smile, and offers her fist towards the elf for a friendly ‘bump’, giving her own name loud enough for all to hear, “Ula. Nice to meet you”.
When Marrin asks if she’s a paladin or a cleric, Ula thinks of the ‘real’ Paladins and Clerics she’s worked for, and humbly responds, “Oh, what? All this?…”, she acknowledges her armour and holy symbols that are clearly visible. “No… No ma’am… This is just my, ahah, ‘formal’ wear… I’m, only an acolyte… Just an apprentice, really!”. She shakes her head to punctuate the point.
She holds the door while the rest of the group file in and chose beds. “In you all come. I can sleep anywhere, really I can. Take your picks…”.
"Future world famous. Currently only locally renowned."
She raises her eyebrows,
"Yes, it's a lute. I'm going to play tonight, but it's a shame to lose your instrument! I play the flute as well but don't normally play it. It prevents me from singing, you see. Which reminds me, probably just going to be in the way."
Janellae raises a hand and cautiously 'bumps' the more solid Ula. If Ula puts anything into it, she'd feel the elf's hand give under hers.
"Well, can't say I knew of you before today, but look forward to your playing. I've been known to juggle for coins as well, though that's also an activity that's hard to do while fluting."
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DM:Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Ethlehyn sits down roughly on one of the lower bunks. She shrugs her pack off from her shoulders onto the bed behind her and groans slightly. She is less than thrilled about sharing a common room and a gaggle of strangers having potential access to her belongings... but it can't be helped. Hoping to make the best of a questionable situation, she decides to go for a strong first impression, such that these folk might think twice about snooping in her things.
"Lux incipere." She waves a hand over the top of her walking stick, and it begins to glow, bathing the room in a soft white light. While it illuminates the faces around her, her own is kept shadowed by her hood... only a hint of her deformity is visible. "My name is Ethlehyn." After that hangs in the air for a moment, she follows up with, "... and I'll take this bed."
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * [Sound of Cork Popping] - Kenku - Lvl 3 Lore Bard - Everasil
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
"Ah! A fellow magic user! You're welcome to it, Ethlehyn, though if you'd permit me, I can make sure it's up to better than 'decrepit old ship' standards of cleanliness."
If Ethlehyn permits it, she'll roll up her sleeves while openly muttering in elvish and gesturing, and over the next while, the bed becomes much cleaner. She'll also make sure to hit her own bunk, and tend to any of the others who are intersted.
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DM:Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
As they all file into the common bunk room, Avaria hangs back and is the last one to enter. Being overwhelmed learning that she is bunking with four other people, she doesn't notice when Marrin dries her off a bit. As the others start choosing their beds and introducing themselves, she does her best to try and remember each name. She can't remember the last time she had to remember so many names and it was a bit overwhelming.
As Ula mentioned she didn't care where she slept, Avaria finally speaks up, "Please, choose a bed, I'll take last. I am used to sleeping wherever I end up. I'm Avaria, by the way." She turns and smiles at Janellae at the snoring joke and worries they will not be pleased sleeping around her. Not much she can do about it now. Though, if she needs to, can always sleep up on the deck.
These thoughts are going through her head as the top of Ethlehyn's walking stick suddenly starts glowing. It surprises her enough that she steps back and bumps into Ula, she mumbles an apology but continues to stare at the light. She had heard of magic, her gnome friend told her such things existed, even showed her a few growing tricks she had up her sleeve, but she wasn't ready for this. She slowly reaches out to touch the light, unsure of what to expect.
Ula greets Avaria warmly. “Avaria… What a nice name. I’m Ula”. She holds out her hand to shake. If Avaria goes to shake it, Ula will reach forward a little, going for a full beast-master forearm shake, if Avaria is receptive.
The shifter might feel the strength of Ula’s arm against her own. She’d hold the shake long enough to make it clear she’s not paying lipservice to these niceties.
When Avaria lets Ula choose beds first, she accepts (kind of), choosing a top bunk, leaving both a top and bottom bunk free for Avaria to make a free choice, even though she picks last.
She easily hurls her pack and gear the two or three feet up onto the bunk. She doesn’t retrieve any weapons or gear. She just rolls her sleeves up, and looks ready to muck in with any work.
If Marrin is trying to hide the use of prestidigitation please make a stealth roll to beat Val's perception roll. If not, then Val notices it. As Val also knows the spell, no other roll needed to recognize exactly what's going on.
@Val
From your limited encounters with Mard, you don't think he'd be holding an umbrella over someone out of the goodness of his heart. Whoever that was, it was a love interest or someone he either respects or has to appear to respect.
@DM, how common would magic use be, on the whole? Thinking less when it's just us ladies, but more how the crew would be likely to receive open magic use on board.
All the saints and martyrs... Ethlehyn thinks to herself as her attempt to intimidate her bunkmates fails miserably. Still, it could be worse. From their reactions, none of them look the type to try to rob her and throw her into the sea.
Of them all, only the young shifter looks impressed by the parlor trick. And even that leads in unanticipated directions, as she reaches out to touch the staff. The look of wide-eyed wonder on the girl's face knots up Ethlehyn's stomach, but she resists the urge to pull her staff away. She holds steady... breathes... and the moment passes. At last she says, "It's alright... Avaria, is it? It won't bite. It is still just a piece of wood... only illuminated by a simple spell. There is no heat, and it is quite safe to touch, if you must."
She shrugs, and nods her consent to Janellae for the cleaning of her mattress, and sighs.
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * [Sound of Cork Popping] - Kenku - Lvl 3 Lore Bard - Everasil
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
Divine magic will be more common than arcane magic, with acolytes and priests residing in most towns. But while wizards and sorcerers are less common out here in the smaller communities of the Sea of Fallen Stars they're not unheard of. And the traveling circuses and carnivals always have at least someone pretending to be a magic user. For the most part it's viewed with interest - seeing someone with a special skill - and the more entertaining the better. If it's used against someone, especially someone respected in a community, expect the whole town to turn on you, and quickly.
Someone who hasn't seen much magic is more likely to have had a relatively sheltered or remote upbringing.
Avaria takes hold of Ula's forearm and gives her a smile as she firmly shakes back. As Ula grabs the top, Avaria throws her pack and greataxe on the bottom bunk.. the weapon making a thung sound as it hits the side of a post. Keeping a handaxe in her belt, she turns to the others shrugging when asked about working on the ship before, "I've actually never been on a ship, let alone worked on one."
As she reaches for the light and Ethlehyn acquiesces to her touching the walking stick, she does. She smiles as she understands a bit more on what it is. The fact that the girl is a bit irritated on her touching the walking stick is lost on Avaria.
She looks around to the rest, "Well, shall we?" and she nods her head to the door.
((Marrin isn't trying to hide her prestidigations generally, was just trying to be a bit subtle on drying out Avaria. Also, in this world is bard magic arcane or divine?
Also, how long is this trip supposed to be?))
As they wrap up their introductions,
"Nice to meet you Avaria. Been on more ferries over rivers and lakes than I can count, but this will be my first voyage. Only a bit marred by the likelihood of needing to clean decks and make food for the crew."
She ends with a bit of a sour note in her voice. She straightens her back and gestures vaguely up.
"I doubt Erran will appreciate needing to come look for us. Lead on Avaria!"
As the group head on up, Ula just natters away to everyone, filling any silence. “Well, I can cook, a little… and clean well enough… …But I’m more a brewer by trade… Mum and Dad own the tavern on the dock there… …The voyage won’t be long enough to brew anything of much consequence I don’t think though… … But I’ve been known to distil some of the weaker stuff from time to time… Not that anyone would likely smile on that too kindly here on the ship maybe…”. All the time she’s looking about the group. She doesn’t seem to be phased by anyone in the party, or the way they look, or their eccentricities.
@DM…
((Just out of interest, would Ula happen to recognise what ails Ethlehyn’s face and skin? Based on being a healer in town and with her family background too? What would she know/recognise, if anything?))
As requested, Avaria leads the group back up the stairs to the main deck. Wasting no time, she looks for Erran Bigge and makes a bee line towards the man. Unsure of what to say, once she gets to him, she stands there and waits for instructions.
As you make your way back out on to deck, you realize that even in the brief time you were in the cabin, the Rose Marie has moved away from the dock and out into the harbour, making way for open sea.
Where there was a bit of creaking and groaning of boards when the ship was docked, you feel the start of a roll to the ship. Nothing much yet, but even the hardiest of you look again to the horizon and the black line and what that could mean.
The hobgoblin that had merely been standing on the quarterdeck now has her hands on the ship’s wheel and guides the sailing ship out to sea. She does bark orders out at the handful of crew that can be seen clambering up and over ropes and ladders to get the sails fully unfurled.
You spot Quarter Master Bigge, easily. He’s planted himself in the middle of the deck counting out a few last crates that haven’t been stored below yet.
When he sees you, he smiles and puts his manifest down. But a slight frown appears quickly as he looks over your shoulders and out to the horizon.
“That storm front is moving faster that we thought. We’re going to have to change course and go south of the Pirate Isles. That’s going to add a couple of days to the voyage but we’ll still get into the Moon Sea and get you all to Zhentil Keep in less than a fortnight.”
He raises his hands and shrugs. Soon though he’s giving you assignments and you’re too busy to think much about the weather anymore.
Buckets of water, so many buckets of water need to be moved, decks need to be swabbed, the thick lengths of rope the rest of the crew have used in getting the sails unfurled need to be wound and coiled then moved. The last crates have to be moved down to the galley.
Ula as you work, you find yourself paired with Ethlehyn, and while she does her best to keep covered, you’ve seen enough of her face and skin to recognize what ails her. You don’t know what it is but you very much recognize it. You’ve seen something very similar almost every day of your life. It appears to have manifested itself differently with Ethlehyn, but this has to be related to the injuries your parents suffered and still bear the wounds from.
By midday you’re all starting to feel the roll of the ship more and more as it rides the crests and drops back into the troughs.
As you take a break to eat and drink, you notice one of the crew, the half-orc from the dock, who you’ve learned is named Tammer, comes up from below deck and whispers something into Eran Bigge’s ear. He stops what he’s doing and looks over at some of the other passengers who stand near the ship’s rails on the port side. Then he looks over to the five of you. He quickly heads your way and moves in close.
“How would you lot like the rest of the day and evening off?” the quarter master asks quietly, his hands fidgeting. He continues in a hushed and serious tone. “Look, we have a problem in the hold. A... special problem... a problem that folks like yerselves might be... equipped to handle.” He pauses, nods, then continues on. “If ye can help me out, I’d see fit to give ye the rest a the day off. What do ye say?”
While you contemplate the offer, the waves begin to rock the boat even more.
In addition to any actions, questions, or what not, CON Saves please.
Ula repeats, “Janellae…”, with a nod and a smile, and offers her fist towards the elf for a friendly ‘bump’, giving her own name loud enough for all to hear, “Ula. Nice to meet you”.
When Marrin asks if she’s a paladin or a cleric, Ula thinks of the ‘real’ Paladins and Clerics she’s worked for, and humbly responds, “Oh, what? All this?…”, she acknowledges her armour and holy symbols that are clearly visible. “No… No ma’am… This is just my, ahah, ‘formal’ wear… I’m, only an acolyte… Just an apprentice, really!”. She shakes her head to punctuate the point.
She holds the door while the rest of the group file in and chose beds. “In you all come. I can sleep anywhere, really I can. Take your picks…”.
GILLAIN OF ATHKATLA - Human Paladin - Into the Mists PHILLIP THE GRUNG - Grung Eldritch Knight - Tomb of Annihilation
ROBWIN WINDROBE - High Elf Wizard - Dragon of Icespire Peak EVE DARKSHORE - Tiefling Warlock - Rime of the Frost Maiden
ASH OF THE FIRE - Tabaxi Rogue - Ghosts of Marshswamp LIA STARBORN - Aasimar Bard - Out of the Abyss
Earlier with Ula,
"An aspiring fan! Keep it up, I'm sure you'll make... Journeywoman soon enough."
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Marrin raises a finger,
"Future world famous. Currently only locally renowned."
She raises her eyebrows,
"Yes, it's a lute. I'm going to play tonight, but it's a shame to lose your instrument! I play the flute as well but don't normally play it. It prevents me from singing, you see. Which reminds me, probably just going to be in the way."
She takes off her rapier and puts it by her bag.
Janellae raises a hand and cautiously 'bumps' the more solid Ula. If Ula puts anything into it, she'd feel the elf's hand give under hers.
"Well, can't say I knew of you before today, but look forward to your playing. I've been known to juggle for coins as well, though that's also an activity that's hard to do while fluting."
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Ethlehyn sits down roughly on one of the lower bunks. She shrugs her pack off from her shoulders onto the bed behind her and groans slightly. She is less than thrilled about sharing a common room and a gaggle of strangers having potential access to her belongings... but it can't be helped. Hoping to make the best of a questionable situation, she decides to go for a strong first impression, such that these folk might think twice about snooping in her things.
"Lux incipere." She waves a hand over the top of her walking stick, and it begins to glow, bathing the room in a soft white light. While it illuminates the faces around her, her own is kept shadowed by her hood... only a hint of her deformity is visible. "My name is Ethlehyn." After that hangs in the air for a moment, she follows up with, "... and I'll take this bed."
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * [Sound of Cork Popping] - Kenku - Lvl 3 Lore Bard - Everasil
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
"Ah! A fellow magic user! You're welcome to it, Ethlehyn, though if you'd permit me, I can make sure it's up to better than 'decrepit old ship' standards of cleanliness."
If Ethlehyn permits it, she'll roll up her sleeves while openly muttering in elvish and gesturing, and over the next while, the bed becomes much cleaner. She'll also make sure to hit her own bunk, and tend to any of the others who are intersted.
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
"Easier with a flute than with a lute I'd wager!"
Ethlehyn's glow trick gets an eyeroll from Marrin, she gives Ula and Jan an obvious wink before answering,
"Hi Ethlehyn."
Adding an ominous bell chiming when she says Ethlehyn's name with prestidigitation.
She'll let Jan clean her bed for her though, rewarding the elf with a smile of thanks.
As they all file into the common bunk room, Avaria hangs back and is the last one to enter. Being overwhelmed learning that she is bunking with four other people, she doesn't notice when Marrin dries her off a bit. As the others start choosing their beds and introducing themselves, she does her best to try and remember each name. She can't remember the last time she had to remember so many names and it was a bit overwhelming.
As Ula mentioned she didn't care where she slept, Avaria finally speaks up, "Please, choose a bed, I'll take last. I am used to sleeping wherever I end up. I'm Avaria, by the way." She turns and smiles at Janellae at the snoring joke and worries they will not be pleased sleeping around her. Not much she can do about it now. Though, if she needs to, can always sleep up on the deck.
These thoughts are going through her head as the top of Ethlehyn's walking stick suddenly starts glowing. It surprises her enough that she steps back and bumps into Ula, she mumbles an apology but continues to stare at the light. She had heard of magic, her gnome friend told her such things existed, even showed her a few growing tricks she had up her sleeve, but she wasn't ready for this. She slowly reaches out to touch the light, unsure of what to expect.
Ula greets Avaria warmly. “Avaria… What a nice name. I’m Ula”. She holds out her hand to shake. If Avaria goes to shake it, Ula will reach forward a little, going for a full beast-master forearm shake, if Avaria is receptive.
The shifter might feel the strength of Ula’s arm against her own. She’d hold the shake long enough to make it clear she’s not paying lipservice to these niceties.
When Avaria lets Ula choose beds first, she accepts (kind of), choosing a top bunk, leaving both a top and bottom bunk free for Avaria to make a free choice, even though she picks last.
She easily hurls her pack and gear the two or three feet up onto the bunk. She doesn’t retrieve any weapons or gear. She just rolls her sleeves up, and looks ready to muck in with any work.
GILLAIN OF ATHKATLA - Human Paladin - Into the Mists PHILLIP THE GRUNG - Grung Eldritch Knight - Tomb of Annihilation
ROBWIN WINDROBE - High Elf Wizard - Dragon of Icespire Peak EVE DARKSHORE - Tiefling Warlock - Rime of the Frost Maiden
ASH OF THE FIRE - Tabaxi Rogue - Ghosts of Marshswamp LIA STARBORN - Aasimar Bard - Out of the Abyss
@Val and Marrin
If Marrin is trying to hide the use of prestidigitation please make a stealth roll to beat Val's perception roll. If not, then Val notices it. As Val also knows the spell, no other roll needed to recognize exactly what's going on.
@Val
From your limited encounters with Mard, you don't think he'd be holding an umbrella over someone out of the goodness of his heart. Whoever that was, it was a love interest or someone he either respects or has to appear to respect.
Ula asks the room, “Anyone ever helped aboard a ship before?… I must admit, I’m not very experienced on the sea, but I’ll give anything a go”.
GILLAIN OF ATHKATLA - Human Paladin - Into the Mists PHILLIP THE GRUNG - Grung Eldritch Knight - Tomb of Annihilation
ROBWIN WINDROBE - High Elf Wizard - Dragon of Icespire Peak EVE DARKSHORE - Tiefling Warlock - Rime of the Frost Maiden
ASH OF THE FIRE - Tabaxi Rogue - Ghosts of Marshswamp LIA STARBORN - Aasimar Bard - Out of the Abyss
@DM, how common would magic use be, on the whole? Thinking less when it's just us ladies, but more how the crew would be likely to receive open magic use on board.
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
All the saints and martyrs... Ethlehyn thinks to herself as her attempt to intimidate her bunkmates fails miserably. Still, it could be worse. From their reactions, none of them look the type to try to rob her and throw her into the sea.
Of them all, only the young shifter looks impressed by the parlor trick. And even that leads in unanticipated directions, as she reaches out to touch the staff. The look of wide-eyed wonder on the girl's face knots up Ethlehyn's stomach, but she resists the urge to pull her staff away. She holds steady... breathes... and the moment passes. At last she says, "It's alright... Avaria, is it? It won't bite. It is still just a piece of wood... only illuminated by a simple spell. There is no heat, and it is quite safe to touch, if you must."
She shrugs, and nods her consent to Janellae for the cleaning of her mattress, and sighs.
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * [Sound of Cork Popping] - Kenku - Lvl 3 Lore Bard - Everasil
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
Divine magic will be more common than arcane magic, with acolytes and priests residing in most towns. But while wizards and sorcerers are less common out here in the smaller communities of the Sea of Fallen Stars they're not unheard of. And the traveling circuses and carnivals always have at least someone pretending to be a magic user. For the most part it's viewed with interest - seeing someone with a special skill - and the more entertaining the better. If it's used against someone, especially someone respected in a community, expect the whole town to turn on you, and quickly.
Someone who hasn't seen much magic is more likely to have had a relatively sheltered or remote upbringing.
"Been a passenger, when I had the funds to not have to work for my berth, but not been part of the crew before.", Janellae says.
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Avaria takes hold of Ula's forearm and gives her a smile as she firmly shakes back. As Ula grabs the top, Avaria throws her pack and greataxe on the bottom bunk.. the weapon making a thung sound as it hits the side of a post. Keeping a handaxe in her belt, she turns to the others shrugging when asked about working on the ship before, "I've actually never been on a ship, let alone worked on one."
As she reaches for the light and Ethlehyn acquiesces to her touching the walking stick, she does. She smiles as she understands a bit more on what it is. The fact that the girl is a bit irritated on her touching the walking stick is lost on Avaria.
She looks around to the rest, "Well, shall we?" and she nods her head to the door.
((Marrin isn't trying to hide her prestidigations generally, was just trying to be a bit subtle on drying out Avaria. Also, in this world is bard magic arcane or divine?
Also, how long is this trip supposed to be?))
As they wrap up their introductions,
"Nice to meet you Avaria. Been on more ferries over rivers and lakes than I can count, but this will be my first voyage. Only a bit marred by the likelihood of needing to clean decks and make food for the crew."
She ends with a bit of a sour note in her voice. She straightens her back and gestures vaguely up.
"I doubt Erran will appreciate needing to come look for us. Lead on Avaria!"
As the group head on up, Ula just natters away to everyone, filling any silence. “Well, I can cook, a little… and clean well enough… …But I’m more a brewer by trade… Mum and Dad own the tavern on the dock there… …The voyage won’t be long enough to brew anything of much consequence I don’t think though… … But I’ve been known to distil some of the weaker stuff from time to time… Not that anyone would likely smile on that too kindly here on the ship maybe…”. All the time she’s looking about the group. She doesn’t seem to be phased by anyone in the party, or the way they look, or their eccentricities.
@DM…
((Just out of interest, would Ula happen to recognise what ails Ethlehyn’s face and skin? Based on being a healer in town and with her family background too? What would she know/recognise, if anything?))
GILLAIN OF ATHKATLA - Human Paladin - Into the Mists PHILLIP THE GRUNG - Grung Eldritch Knight - Tomb of Annihilation
ROBWIN WINDROBE - High Elf Wizard - Dragon of Icespire Peak EVE DARKSHORE - Tiefling Warlock - Rime of the Frost Maiden
ASH OF THE FIRE - Tabaxi Rogue - Ghosts of Marshswamp LIA STARBORN - Aasimar Bard - Out of the Abyss
(natters away, I like that lol)
As requested, Avaria leads the group back up the stairs to the main deck. Wasting no time, she looks for Erran Bigge and makes a bee line towards the man. Unsure of what to say, once she gets to him, she stands there and waits for instructions.
As you make your way back out on to deck, you realize that even in the brief time you were in the cabin, the Rose Marie has moved away from the dock and out into the harbour, making way for open sea.
Where there was a bit of creaking and groaning of boards when the ship was docked, you feel the start of a roll to the ship. Nothing much yet, but even the hardiest of you look again to the horizon and the black line and what that could mean.
The hobgoblin that had merely been standing on the quarterdeck now has her hands on the ship’s wheel and guides the sailing ship out to sea. She does bark orders out at the handful of crew that can be seen clambering up and over ropes and ladders to get the sails fully unfurled.
You spot Quarter Master Bigge, easily. He’s planted himself in the middle of the deck counting out a few last crates that haven’t been stored below yet.
When he sees you, he smiles and puts his manifest down. But a slight frown appears quickly as he looks over your shoulders and out to the horizon.
“That storm front is moving faster that we thought. We’re going to have to change course and go south of the Pirate Isles. That’s going to add a couple of days to the voyage but we’ll still get into the Moon Sea and get you all to Zhentil Keep in less than a fortnight.”
He raises his hands and shrugs. Soon though he’s giving you assignments and you’re too busy to think much about the weather anymore.
Buckets of water, so many buckets of water need to be moved, decks need to be swabbed, the thick lengths of rope the rest of the crew have used in getting the sails unfurled need to be wound and coiled then moved. The last crates have to be moved down to the galley.
Ula as you work, you find yourself paired with Ethlehyn, and while she does her best to keep covered, you’ve seen enough of her face and skin to recognize what ails her. You don’t know what it is but you very much recognize it. You’ve seen something very similar almost every day of your life. It appears to have manifested itself differently with Ethlehyn, but this has to be related to the injuries your parents suffered and still bear the wounds from.
By midday you’re all starting to feel the roll of the ship more and more as it rides the crests and drops back into the troughs.
As you take a break to eat and drink, you notice one of the crew, the half-orc from the dock, who you’ve learned is named Tammer, comes up from below deck and whispers something into Eran Bigge’s ear. He stops what he’s doing and looks over at some of the other passengers who stand near the ship’s rails on the port side. Then he looks over to the five of you. He quickly heads your way and moves in close.
“How would you lot like the rest of the day and evening off?” the quarter master asks quietly, his hands fidgeting. He continues in a hushed and serious tone. “Look, we have a problem in the hold. A... special problem... a problem that folks like yerselves might be... equipped to handle.” He pauses, nods, then continues on. “If ye can help me out, I’d see fit to give ye the rest a the day off. What do ye say?”
While you contemplate the offer, the waves begin to rock the boat even more.
In addition to any actions, questions, or what not, CON Saves please.
Val CON: 8
Val Insight: 18
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock