OOC: Any combination of the above rolls for Nicknack to identify the flag / registration / nationality / allegiance of the ship?
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"This armour is probably worth more than the rest of our belongings put together, not that I will give it away carelessly, but as a last resort we have a choice." Hrain whispers to Lyra "Or we could leave Folzi with them, he's quite handy to have around." He adds with a wink.
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Nick doesn't see anything identifying the ship. It's flying bo colors/flag but the sail unfurling has what looks like a fist clutching a fireball! You don't recognize that symbol however.
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Perception on Hrain's comment, lol 18
Folzi looks over to the Captian, "We're almost out of here, huh Captain?" He has a wide grin on his face as they approach the boat, and his mage hand gives the Sunite a thumbs up.
OOC: No kids, play nice lolz. If I'm negotiating terms I want gnomes. ALL the gnomes!!
The ship begins to lower the life boat to allow tge party to board. Paddling up Hrain and Lyra reach it first followed closely by Folzi, Nick, and Pat. Everyone's passive perception let's them see all manner of weapons and some crude looking firearms pointed their way!
OOC: How ya boarding me hearties?
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"Well i guess we should just see whether we can get by without digging into gnome trafficking..." But it is rather difficult to miss the big grin on her face.
As to give no indication of aggressiveness, Folzi begins to slowly pull daggers and other weapons from various places on his small person allowing them to clang to the deck - four daggers, a rapier, and a hand crossbow with a full case of bolts. "Here you are! You're not getting any hassle from me! Not to speak for the others, but I'm a little light on gold right now,"he dumps out the ten gold from Haldur's body he had in a pocket into his pile of weapons, "but I'm sure I could help you with any... acquisitions you may have."
Folzi clamors aboard the lifeboat sheds his weaponry and gold awaiting approval.
"How'd you avoid the dragon...who do you belong to," the voice from before comes from a girl, a teenage girl, who leans over the deck looking down at the lifeboat filling with the party.
She has no weapon aloft but the way the other crew regards her she seems in charge in the very least!
Lyra will follow after Folzi, flicking a dagger covered in jewlery out of one of the pockets of her coat. "If you are looking for things things of value, this is the only thing i can offer." She then hands out the other two daggers she has left, and awaits a decision.
The gnome's spectral hand emerges from the water with the dropped oar and politely holds it out for the paladin. "You're welcome..."
"Ta muchly"Padre Pat says to Folzi as he takes the Oar and refits it in the rowlock before sprinting to catch up with the other dinghy.
The ship begins to lower the life boat to allow the party to board.
After tying the dingy up, Father Pat clambers aboard the ship. Despite the fact that he is missing one leg his is surprisingly nimble. He turns to the teenage girl and says in his thick Irish brogue "Father Patrick Michael O’Shannessy once First Centurion (Primus Pilus) of the First Foot Guards regiment of the Empire's legions but now a follower of the Great Mother who has found somewhat late in life, what one sows is what they reap!"
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Nicknack tosses his dagger down where the weapons and equipment are piling up. "Gold and silver have I none, but what I do have, I will offer you - I am quite skilled at repairing damaged things if I'm --"
"How'd you avoid the dragon...who do you belong to,"
"Belong to? BELONG TO?" the little gnome fumes and snorts before replying, "If we belong to anyone, we belong to each other, since we helped one another survive the dragon onslaught!"
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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...
Hrain reaches the deck last, his plate making the manoeuvring around harder and slower, he carries the shield found in the village instead of the Sune embossed one he usually carried but his armour is gilded with any number of religious icons.
"I belong to Sune, goddess of beauty, I serve her with all my being, I would ask to whom do you belong young one, and when you have answered we will know what we will do next."
The Paladin-Captain draws his sword, point held low and unthreateningly but he does not hand it over.
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Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
"Me," a booming female voice comes from near the wheel as a female aasimar moves towards the party. "They all are under the Traveler's protection," the fallen angel replies curtly.
She's tall, six foot-five, with black hair, and ashen skin.
As the party looks around they can see the crew is mostly teens but some of them are even younger!
"All of you are from the Waste camp then," the aasimar asks with a critical expression of Hrain and Pat.
The children seem increasingly interested in Nick abs Folzi, they circle them a range of expressions from curiosity, wonder, and fear!
With a furtive glance towards Folzi and Lyra, Nicknack ignores the question about the Waste camp -- either of them would be better with the navigating of such treacherous conversational waters than would the little wizard. So he waves to the children with a smile, and says, "Look! Folks as little as me sailing this big ol' ship! How's it even possible??"
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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...
"Would you think any less of me if I were from the camp," Folzi replies to the aasimar. He looks on nervously at the children approach him, unsure how to react to their fascination of him.
"Yes, we are from the camp, I am Paladin-Captain Hrain of the Sunite garrison. It is my duty to see these people to safety, and to serve my goddess as she has need." Marching towards the aasimar he reverses his sword and offers the hilt "I would rather keep it with me if there is need to protect the crew or my companions but if you ask it of me then take it."
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Seeing Hrain introduce himself to the six foot-five, with black hair, and ashen skin female, Father Pat moves closer to the children where he starts to spin and hop around on his peg-leg. At the same time he is as unobtrusively as possible checking their overall health out (Medicine check - 10)
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"I think less of no one caged lije animals for using natural gifts," tge aasimar replies. You see her watching tge party and the children careful.
"She saved us," a smaller boy blurts out appearing from behind the hulking woman. "She put the bad men overboard and brought the ship back when they tried to set our boat ablaze," he adds looking up at the angel with a wide grin.
"I did as my master bid me young one," she replies looking now to Hrain. "My God is a stranger in this land but he is everywhere I look," she pauses eyeing the paladins before looking at the gnomes. "He tells me give passages to those in need," she adds before looking to Lyra. "I require no payment only aid in protecting my cargo," she adds gesturing out arms wide at the children. "They have no one and most can not help with the boat," she then explains. "I will accept help with that too for safe passage," she adds with a curt nod.
"I make no claim to be a sailor but I am strong and willing, direct me as you need, if it aids you in the work you are doing to protect these children then I will gladly give you assistance. If I may be so bold though, I would ask which destination you have in mind, obviously their has been a great upheaval here, the evil of the dragon sorcerers has returned, we must assume it has happened elsewhere as well." Hrain sheathes his sword, sets the shield across his back and waits for a response from the aasimar. "I would know more of your god as well, if he does not oppose the four goddesses I do not see why we cannot work and fight side by side. One final thing my lady, your name?" Hrain bows slightly at the last request.
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"Well, it seems she saved our bacon too,"Folzi replies to the young boy. "Seems like you have a good one looking out after you all."The rogue goes back to his pile of weapons and addresses the captain, "So if we are to be protecting your cargo here. I would be more useful with some weapons... May I?" He flashes her a grin and slowly bends down to pick up a dagger.
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Perception: 5
Investigation: 23
History: 12
OOC: Any combination of the above rolls for Nicknack to identify the flag / registration / nationality / allegiance of the ship?
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...
"This armour is probably worth more than the rest of our belongings put together, not that I will give it away carelessly, but as a last resort we have a choice." Hrain whispers to Lyra "Or we could leave Folzi with them, he's quite handy to have around." He adds with a wink.
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
Nick doesn't see anything identifying the ship. It's flying bo colors/flag but the sail unfurling has what looks like a fist clutching a fireball! You don't recognize that symbol however.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Perception on Hrain's comment, lol 18
Folzi looks over to the Captian, "We're almost out of here, huh Captain?" He has a wide grin on his face as they approach the boat, and his mage hand gives the Sunite a thumbs up.
OOC: No kids, play nice lolz. If I'm negotiating terms I want gnomes. ALL the gnomes!!
The ship begins to lower the life boat to allow tge party to board. Paddling up Hrain and Lyra reach it first followed closely by Folzi, Nick, and Pat. Everyone's passive perception let's them see all manner of weapons and some crude looking firearms pointed their way!
OOC: How ya boarding me hearties?
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"Well i guess we should just see whether we can get by without digging into gnome trafficking..." But it is rather difficult to miss the big grin on her face.
As to give no indication of aggressiveness, Folzi begins to slowly pull daggers and other weapons from various places on his small person allowing them to clang to the deck - four daggers, a rapier, and a hand crossbow with a full case of bolts. "Here you are! You're not getting any hassle from me! Not to speak for the others, but I'm a little light on gold right now," he dumps out the ten gold from Haldur's body he had in a pocket into his pile of weapons, "but I'm sure I could help you with any... acquisitions you may have."
OOC: Folzi first then!
Folzi clamors aboard the lifeboat sheds his weaponry and gold awaiting approval.
"How'd you avoid the dragon...who do you belong to," the voice from before comes from a girl, a teenage girl, who leans over the deck looking down at the lifeboat filling with the party.
She has no weapon aloft but the way the other crew regards her she seems in charge in the very least!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Lyra will follow after Folzi, flicking a dagger covered in jewlery out of one of the pockets of her coat. "If you are looking for things things of value, this is the only thing i can offer." She then hands out the other two daggers she has left, and awaits a decision.
"Ta muchly" Padre Pat says to Folzi as he takes the Oar and refits it in the rowlock before sprinting to catch up with the other dinghy.
After tying the dingy up, Father Pat clambers aboard the ship. Despite the fact that he is missing one leg his is surprisingly nimble. He turns to the teenage girl and says in his thick Irish brogue "Father Patrick Michael O’Shannessy once First Centurion (Primus Pilus) of the First Foot Guards regiment of the Empire's legions but now a follower of the Great Mother who has found somewhat late in life, what one sows is what they reap!"
DM - Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond
DM - Four bards walk into a bar...
Cracitus Tibicen (Tibi) - Aarokocra - Rogue [Swashbuckler] / Fighter [Battlemaster]
Nicknack tosses his dagger down where the weapons and equipment are piling up. "Gold and silver have I none, but what I do have, I will offer you - I am quite skilled at repairing damaged things if I'm --"
"How'd you avoid the dragon...who do you belong to,"
"Belong to? BELONG TO?" the little gnome fumes and snorts before replying, "If we belong to anyone, we belong to each other, since we helped one another survive the dragon onslaught!"
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...
Hrain reaches the deck last, his plate making the manoeuvring around harder and slower, he carries the shield found in the village instead of the Sune embossed one he usually carried but his armour is gilded with any number of religious icons.
"I belong to Sune, goddess of beauty, I serve her with all my being, I would ask to whom do you belong young one, and when you have answered we will know what we will do next."
The Paladin-Captain draws his sword, point held low and unthreateningly but he does not hand it over.
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
"Me," a booming female voice comes from near the wheel as a female aasimar moves towards the party. "They all are under the Traveler's protection," the fallen angel replies curtly.
She's tall, six foot-five, with black hair, and ashen skin.
As the party looks around they can see the crew is mostly teens but some of them are even younger!
"All of you are from the Waste camp then," the aasimar asks with a critical expression of Hrain and Pat.
The children seem increasingly interested in Nick abs Folzi, they circle them a range of expressions from curiosity, wonder, and fear!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
With a furtive glance towards Folzi and Lyra, Nicknack ignores the question about the Waste camp -- either of them would be better with the navigating of such treacherous conversational waters than would the little wizard. So he waves to the children with a smile, and says, "Look! Folks as little as me sailing this big ol' ship! How's it even possible??"
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...
"Would you think any less of me if I were from the camp," Folzi replies to the aasimar. He looks on nervously at the children approach him, unsure how to react to their fascination of him.
"Yes, we are from the camp, I am Paladin-Captain Hrain of the Sunite garrison. It is my duty to see these people to safety, and to serve my goddess as she has need." Marching towards the aasimar he reverses his sword and offers the hilt "I would rather keep it with me if there is need to protect the crew or my companions but if you ask it of me then take it."
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
Seeing Hrain introduce himself to the six foot-five, with black hair, and ashen skin female, Father Pat moves closer to the children where he starts to spin and hop around on his peg-leg. At the same time he is as unobtrusively as possible checking their overall health out (Medicine check - 10)
DM - Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond
DM - Four bards walk into a bar...
Cracitus Tibicen (Tibi) - Aarokocra - Rogue [Swashbuckler] / Fighter [Battlemaster]
"I think less of no one caged lije animals for using natural gifts," tge aasimar replies. You see her watching tge party and the children careful.
"She saved us," a smaller boy blurts out appearing from behind the hulking woman. "She put the bad men overboard and brought the ship back when they tried to set our boat ablaze," he adds looking up at the angel with a wide grin.
"I did as my master bid me young one," she replies looking now to Hrain. "My God is a stranger in this land but he is everywhere I look," she pauses eyeing the paladins before looking at the gnomes. "He tells me give passages to those in need," she adds before looking to Lyra. "I require no payment only aid in protecting my cargo," she adds gesturing out arms wide at the children. "They have no one and most can not help with the boat," she then explains. "I will accept help with that too for safe passage," she adds with a curt nod.
Pat the kids look dirty but unharmed.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"I make no claim to be a sailor but I am strong and willing, direct me as you need, if it aids you in the work you are doing to protect these children then I will gladly give you assistance. If I may be so bold though, I would ask which destination you have in mind, obviously their has been a great upheaval here, the evil of the dragon sorcerers has returned, we must assume it has happened elsewhere as well." Hrain sheathes his sword, sets the shield across his back and waits for a response from the aasimar. "I would know more of your god as well, if he does not oppose the four goddesses I do not see why we cannot work and fight side by side. One final thing my lady, your name?" Hrain bows slightly at the last request.
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
"Well, it seems she saved our bacon too," Folzi replies to the young boy. "Seems like you have a good one looking out after you all." The rogue goes back to his pile of weapons and addresses the captain, "So if we are to be protecting your cargo here. I would be more useful with some weapons... May I?" He flashes her a grin and slowly bends down to pick up a dagger.