Era had taken slight interest in seeing the giant and his tabaxi friend walk on the same ship as her and Burgee, slightly disappointed that nothing more intense had occurred, but was quick to shrug it off and go back to skipping around the ship like some sort of child, using what limited time of the kenku's spell left to her advantage by doing some flips and twists in the air. You'd think as an air genasi she'd have some ability to fly!
But her fun was soon over as soon as she hears the first boom of thunder, followed by a bright flash of lightening. A shiver runs down Era's spine hearing the now impending storm that was brewing about, her usual happy-go-lucky demeanor was now replaced with one of fear. She looks up the darkening sky and tries to locate her friend, but upon hearing yet another clap of thunder, she dashes straight below deck, yelling "You got this, Burgee!" as some sort of encouragement for him.
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The storm rolled closer. Flashes of verdant white color the sky in jagged streaks, followed by booming peals of thunder that rocked the ship. For now, the waves were gentle, as the boat approached the edge of the tempest. The Storm Mage Crewsman cast Storm Guide with 94 immense effectiveness, the weather around the boat calmed somewhat, but the sheer force of the storm sough to overwhelm him.. Burgee would need to step in to aid him form his perch on the crows nest
Burgee, if you wish to aid him, cast Storm Guide, and roll a 1d100. Add your total to his, then divide it by 2. If the total meets or exceeds 50 after dividing it, you and him manage to entirely keep the storm away from the ship, even calming the waters crashing directly around you. You will need to maintain this like a concentration spell, as you need to constantly readjust to the weather. This will lock you and the other mage down until the storm passes, or you choose to stop. You may ALSO choose not to help at all, which is also fine. I will adjust what happens accordingly..
The boat seems to cease it's rocking, preventing those aboard the deck from needing to make any saves.. for now. But as the ship goes deeper, the storm progressively gets worse. The Storm Mage 's hands swirling with arcane power, as his body moves with precise actions, as if he were the very definition of the weave. he has immense concentration for now, but it's clear by the bulging veins on his neck that he's being taxed, slowly, but surely.
Truk (everyone keeps calling him TURK.. lol) is aboard the top of the deck for now. Sailors scrambling around as they finally get the sails down, instead of the mast being torn away, again, thanks to the storm mages assistance. The anchors on all sides are dropped, partway to act as balancers, and boeuys.
Below Deck
Below deck, as Gustav and Era makes their way down the steep flight of stairs, depending on which trapdoor they went down, they are either greeted by a large room that simultaneously supports the deck above, as well as holds the majority of what appear to be the ships cargo, such as supplies, sundries, leathers, spare ship equipment, and the like---
---or they're met by a series of tables and rooms. Abandoned food, still steaming, and freshly cooked, as the sailors abandoned it to get above deck to salvage and maintain the ship. Ahead of them, both, sitting in the chairs provided are two crewman, sitting back, with a door between them that they refuse to let anyone pass, claiming it's the 'crew quarters' and is off limits to guests. If she goes this way they would tell her Yer rooms are on the far end down the uh... rear of the ship. he says, unsure if they would know naval terminology or not ye can wait there till we ride this out. We've been asail for nigh on forty years. Ye'll make it. Jest relax lass and.... he hesitated, the words coming out a bit more forced, 'sir.' Grab some food from the kitchen, but don't ye be touchin' our fellows food already on the table, fair? both of them sharing a glance, before settling back into 'normal.'
((Ok, what do you all do? you may RP with each-other as much as you wish [[[for example, Era and Gustav can have as much conversation as they wish, as can Burgee and Truk - since I'll be posting the outcomes of rolls etc if needed when i'm back, use this time to RP!!!]]], since I'll be passing out for a few hours for work tonight. I should be back no later than 8 hours from this post. But will try to be back within 6.))
Truk is feeling a little torn. He see's Gustov go below but also wants to see what a storm at sea is all about. He's been through some pretty severe storms up high on the mountains watching the lightning strike the high cliffs but has never seen water heave like this! He scans for the captain and runs up to him. "Captain. You are trying to protect your ship, passengers and crew. That is something I understand. I am strong and heavy. If there is something I can do to help your crew I will. If not i will go below with the others."
Alderlock Dustloom continues barking orders at various shipmates, praising his mage for doing a fine job, when the giant man approached him again. Ah yes! Oi wanted to apolergize fer 'afore lad! It was an arr.. slip o' the tongue, ye ken? his arms shot wide,as if he were about to hug Truk as the Goliath makes his offer In fact there is boy! Ye see those stairs? Leadin' to the helmsman? the man at the wheel? I need ye tae go up there, pat 'im on the back fer a job well done, then, I need you to, with this rope... he says, as he runs back into his room, for just a moment, with a very short, 15' rope.. An I need ye tae leap over the backend with this, ye ken? Deception-Persuasion 7 Vs you insight.
Truk looks pleased to be asked to help and takes the rope "Right-eo Captain. Pat the helmsman on the back. Leap off the back of the ship using this rope. No problem." He proudly strides up the stairs and makes his way to the helmsman. When he gets up to him he pats him roughly on the back saying "Captain says you're doing a good job!Gustov said I should wait a day to take over steering but I'll take over now if you want!" As he's saying this he's trying the rope to the railing next to the helmsman. (OOC: Mobile devices auto-correct my name to Turk. It happened to me when I was on my tablet too :)
Keeping Truk out of trouble before did not make for much exploration. So, Gustav does a little exploring once below. Its not as if he could get into THAT much trouble working a storm.
"The stern, yes. Though it seems awfully silly to some extent, don't you agree?"Gustav asks as he looks around the immediate area near the guards. "Then again, I suppose if those storm benders up top and the rest of your men can't make this smooth sailing, a few spilled plates are the least of anyones worry, eh?"He chuckles to the duo. In spite of the calm air his tail has been occasionally lashing in the air since curiosity was peeked about the room beyond.
"In anycase, I'll leave you two to it then. But if you ever interesting in hearing a story or two from this old cat when your off duty, then seek me out. I've been to many place, done many a thing, and I know all to well how dull even a ship as large as this can get during idle time. Unless your short hands, then that's a different story, isn't it?"He leaves the duo on a toothy smile as he makes his way towards the kitchen. Remembering the genasi, he motions for her to follow, and eventually tries wrapping an arm around her shoulder on the way to the kitchen.
"Let me guess. Your name is... Sea breeze, right? Foam? Bubbles? Please tell me I'm close?"He asks, un-dissuaded however which way initial contact goes. "Oh my! Are you shaking too? Are you well?"
Era felt somewhat safer below deck, her mind that was once running a mile a minute toned down to more of a brisk walking speed, but she would still find herself still shaking after each and every clap of thunder. She keeps her mouth shut when the men spoke to her, not noticing the tabaxi at first until the pirates had strained out a 'sir' when referring to him causing her to give him and them a curious glance. Yeah, you tell 'em, smart guy, she mocks in thought, wanting to even stick out her tongue at them, but remembers there's a storm outside and they could very easily kick her out from under here if they so wished, so she decided against it. For now.
With that conversation over, she promptly turns around and aims to head to her room, but gets distracted at the tabaxi again who had motioned her to follow. Which she did. Because distraction. What storm? The genasi had paid his touch no mind, and if anything, mentally thanked him for it.
She scoffs a little at his guessing of her name, but gives a quick look to her still trembling hands once he mentions it and emits an exaggerated groan. "I'm fine, just, uh, not a huge fan of all that stuff going on outside, you know?" The girl forces a laugh. "Anyways, as cute as those names are, no. My name is Era and before you give me yours, let me try and guess it," She taps her chin for a moment in thought. "Patches? Simba? No, no... Lucky?" She looks at him with a raised eyebrow. "Puss?"
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His soft smile turns more into a more amused one at the names. "It seems you are far better at this game than I? Or I've merely gotten rather rusty."He chuckles while patting her shoulder. "I 'ave gone by those names before from time to time, as well as a few others! Most by choice. Others due to, well, enthusiasm of the people I've met. Why there was this one time I found absolutely lovely pair of boots just sitting outside some window sill back when I was younger. Outside of a windowsill!"
Gustav rubs at his forehead as he shook his head. "I thought... 'What?', but then I thought. Now who would leave such a gorgeous pair of fine leathers just sitting out in the sun. Naturally, I could not help but take a closer gander and--"He taps the side of his snout where just faintly visible appears to be a long healed over scar. "Turns out there was a snake in them of all things. A lesson I learned all to late. But -- BUT, this did stop 'ol Gustav?" The name catches in his throat. Then with a sheepish smile he tips his hat to Era. "I apologize, child. In my eagerness to share stories I sometimes ramble and plum forget about etiquotte. I go by Gustav these days, and the big guy up there is Truk." His expression falters but the smile never fades all together. "He means well, but can be a bit hot blooded when it comes to defending folk."
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Alderlock maintains his composure until Truk is outside of audible range thanks to the storm before he plants his hands on his gut Ahahaha! I didnae think that would truly work, I scarcely believed myself! Hahaha! Ah well, that dunderhead might make himself less of a problem.. for now ... he says, coming back to the situation at hand, once again shouting orders over the storm, though it seemed the crew had everything more or less under control by now, and thanks to the combined efforts of his Hired Mage... wait a minute...
Alderlock strode over to Burgee, patting him on the back -lightly- and said in a hearty tone Ach, Oi see yer 'elpin. Ta think you were one as well! Lady Tymora must be smoilin down at me! he says, pulling out an Electrum Piece, and kissing it, before planting it once more in his pocket But aye! Good job lad, you and me mage have stopped most of the danger to the ship. These storms generally pass within a few hours, if ye think ye can hold that long, I'll reward ye with what ye deserve fer yer effort.
The other mage seemed less strained, and turned his head to nod to Burgee in thanks, what could either be sweat or rain dipped down his brow as if a physical manifestation of his relief. The rest of the crew cheered the Kenku on, but remained ready, in case either should falter. Alderlock heading back to his quarters to relax.
All around, the storm still raged violently. Plaintive peals of thunder roared, rocking the ship with another intense boom. The waters were forcibly stopped around the ship itself, creating an 'eye' within the storm, though the ship still rocked on mild waves, nothing was enough to cause damage, or tipping.
The Helmsman gives Truk an awkward look of confusion, before realization sets onto his face Nay, tis fine! the large Human states, his muscles bulging but not seeming strained in the slightest. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and wore only slack-jeans, but aside from this, his figure was chiseled to perfection, if not for the many many scars along his body, he would be statuesque. If the Cap'n 'ad an order for ya, ya should follower to the finish, like spinach! So get to er lad, I have faith in ya! Toot-Toot! he'd say before focusing back on the task at hand, driving them through the storm as fast as he could. Truk succeeds in tying the rope to the railing easily, thanks to Burgee and the other mage.
If Truk looked over the edge he would see dark, daunting waters looking like a portal to the Abyss itself, with depths, unimaginable.
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Below Deck, as Era and Gustav head to the kitchen, their noses are assailed with the most intensely seasoned meat they had ever smelled before, the two sailors laughing in response to Gustavs offer but otherwise remaining stoic, and on guard. Aside from the two sailors in the other room, all other crewmembers were above-board, even the cook. Which means that Era and Gustav had the pick of the litter. There were meats, pies (meat.. of course), varied fruits and vegetables, to prevent scurvy, as well as nearly every seasoning imaginable, all there for the taking. There was a surprising lack of leafy vegetables. Regardless, the boat seemed to calm, it's rocking slowing - likely thanks to a certain someone above deck, and the ruckus seems to have died down.
(i'll let you both RP the rest of that out for a bit today before moving on!)
Above decks, Truk finally is sure that the rope is secured, and with the encouragement of both the captain, and the Helmsman, does whatever Truk would do next.
If he does jump over, he will see an endless expanse of darkness all around, broken only by the flashes of lightning piercing the sky. The waves directly below -relatively- calm, but all around them, waves larger than mountains seemed to rise, slow as snails, only to amorphously crash, or slink back into itself. No land was visible in any direction. If he looked forward, towards the boat, he would likely see the captain entering his quarters, or already sitting down, enjoying an apple from a basket full of them.
For now, Alderlock is oblivious to anything but his meal.
Turk now having the rope securely fastened begins to stretch it out and see that it's not nearly long enough to reach the back of the boat. He looks around on the quarter deck (Think that's the part of a boat the wheel is on) for a longer section of rope he can tie to the short rope the captain gave him. (Just so you know I'll grab any rope I see that looks long enough. Even if it's attached to something)
If I don't see anything I'll ask the helmsman if he knows where there's some longer rope.
Not too far off, many ropes are tied around a thick pole of wood, acting as an anchor for these ropes to hold them in place. These ropes appear to be connected to the sails, or atleast most of them do, but they are all hundreds of feet long.
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Truk will grab a rope that's tied to the thick pole, looks long and will hold his weight. He'll stretch it out to the back of the boat, loop it around his waist like he way going to belay from a cliff and head off the back of the boat. (as long as nobody stops me) While I'm hanging off the back I'll look around and enjoy the calm waters. Trying to peer into the depths and see if I see any fish, since I know Gustov enjoys them. I'll also check out the boat itself and see if there's anything interesting. Any portholes to look into? If I find any I'll have a peek inside and wave at whoever I see. I'm guessing there's not that much of interest so after a couple minutes I'll climb back up and put the rope back. Retrieve the 15' rope and take a look on deck for the Captain.
Figure you'll want an athletics check (hopefully I don't royally f up and end up taking a swim, lol) Check: 17
Era listens to the tabaxi speak, slithering away from his grasp once he gave the opportunity to do so to pick up a fruit from the numerous amounts of food left behind for the pickings. She takes a bite of the (what she assumed was a plum) just as he points out the barely visible scar on his face, her eyes widening a bit in interest and also at the mention of his name finally. "Gustav, huh? Well then, very nice to meet you, good sir! Please, don't fret about rambling off, I quite enjoy stories myself, and your tale was quiet a funny one! A snake in a boot!" Era takes a moment to bite into the fruit again, taking a seat since there were so many spots left open. "Sorry 'bout your face, though, you're still a handsome feline, if that counts for anything!" She gives him a laugh before continuing.
"Truk seems like a good friend to me, the way he stood up for you like that, I'd say you're pretty lucky! I'm here with the birdy helping calm the storm outside, Burgee, is his name, not sure if you saw him fly up to the crow's nest." She pauses almost abruptly, then opens her mouth a few seconds later. "Feel's like they're doing a pretty good job out there, I think! If you don't mind telling me asking, how'd you two meet? Unless you want to save that story for another time?"
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Burgee nods back to the mage. The assistance is given freely, because the storm makes Burgee feel alive. Since that notable day when the storm almost took him, he has felt most alive when the weather raged around him. But he knew it was something to respect and remained focused as he continued assisting the mage, keeping the storm at bay.
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The opportunity arrives just as soon as the smell of food hits their noses in full. He has to hold his tail just to keep it from lashing into anything, so eager was his desire for a taste. An ear always stayed ready to swivel in Era's direction while he worked on grabbing a meat pie or two. Or there if he has any suspicion of Truk coming below deck sooner than later. "Oh no need for apologies. I'm 'appy to 'ave it. Made me look more distinguished after it healed up, or so a few lady friends have told me in the past."He gave her a wink as he followed her to some open seats.
"Indeed, I did. An interesting talent for a Kenku. Most never get the chance." He says during her pause before taking taking a nibble from the pie. "Hm? Hmm~ Now that /is/ a story! Though one I'd like to hold on to for a while longer." His absent-minded smile turns mischievous. "Though he never admits it, parts of it is a little embarrassing for the big guy. I will say that I do owe him life... Granted, I did save him first, but how much I actually helped is debatable at best."Gustav lets out a melancholy sigh. "What about you and this burgee fella? I have my suspicions. BUT, given how badly I played the guess'n game, I could just as well be off again."
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Yog - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Stars/Celestial (Libretalia)
Once Era finished her plum (and after settling the pit down on the table to plant later), she started plucking some grapes from their vines and plopped them into her mouth, pouting a little bit at him saying he'd rather not share the story now. "Boo, what a tease," She says playfully, chewing and swallowing down the grapes. "I'll get that story out of you some day, but I take it you're not one to stick around places for too long? I mean with all the names changes and such, can't blame a girl for asking, right?" She gives him a shrug with a smile playing on her lips. "No need to answer that if you don't want to, but I'm sure whatever you did was enough for him to want to save your life. Most people would have left you for dead, no? At least, that's what I know from the few months I've been hanging around this place. People are awful! Maybe that's why most of my friends are animals! Haha!"
She laughs her usual laugh and picks another grape. "And I'm gonna have to share our story later too then," She gives him a cheeky wink. "To cut down on the details, Burgee helped me when I was in quite the bind with the law... Actually, it was either the law or a cult, I forget, but anyways, after that favor we've been friends ever since! And I'm gonna repay him as soon as I find my dad--" Era cuts herself off with an exaggerated gasp, looking at Gustav with wide eyes. She drops the grape that she had been playing with between her fingers as leans into the tabaxi, getting too close for comfort. "Have you ever heard the name Oozstel? Particularly a genie that goes by that name? I know he's gotta be on where we're heading to now but if I can find out where he is exactly that'll make this search go by so much faster! Oh please tell me you've heard of him!"
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Gustav gives a cheshire grin. "Not at all." Was his immediate reply. "And your not wrong. Not entirely."The rest he cared more to listen to than interrupt. But all is with rapt attention. The only time he looks away is to blow on his meat pies some more to try cooling them down faster. The casual smile falters for at the mention of a cult. Now completely intrigued, he didn't appear to mind when she leaned in close.
"Ooztel? Ooztel?"He drops his gaze and starts to play at his whiskers. "Not a name to forget easily. But, I have encountered a number fantastical things over the years. You know, I used to think the phrase my grandpere said all the time 'I have forgotten more than you have ever known' was joke. Jokes on me." He chuckles but without any real mirth. "Come to think of it, I think there was only one time I changed my name for a reason. The rest -- aside from rumors -- were all on a whim, mostly. Folk find it difficult to pronounce Tabaxi names, you see."He rambles on.
It takes very little insight to realize the rambling this time had less to do with going off on tangents. But rather, to help focus his thoughts. The act of which along with a few whispered words calls forth Guidance from his god. Sadly! "... Where am... Oh ... why aren't you lovely dear. My name is Gustav. You have seen a giant grey men anywhere have you?"
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The waves crash softly into the ship below as Truk dangles over the edge, he's in a slow but controlled spin. Truk would see as described above, the captain enjoying his meal in his personal cabin. Various papers strewn about on the desk not too far from the full-sized window pane, that was reinforced by steel bars. Truk could see the two small windows that looked out onto the deck, as rain continued to fall around them all. Inside the room, Truk, who was struggling a little to hold on, but managing through raw strength, would see Manacles lined up underneath a table in the corner, that wouldn't be visible to anyone attempting to just peek inside the door. Alderlock hefted his legs onto the desk, as he pulled up a manifest, and began checking things off, or setting that paper aside. Just before he climbed up, Truk felt a massive presence flow beneath him, and if he looked down before climbing back up, he would just barely make out a immeasurably large orange and white form slink through the waters beneath him.
The crew aboard deck seemed calm, but ready, just in case one of the mages faltered. The Helmsman welcomed you back up Did ye do all the captain asked ya? but he remained focused on his task. 17 since not far off, the sky was still dark, but bathed in moonlight. It seems the ship was almost out of the storm.. and at the edge, it was getting calmer, the Ships Mage nodding to Burgee that he was 'free' to go rest, though the mage smiled as he did so.
Belowdeck, Era would hear another peal of thunder, that seemed more distant. One of the shipmates came down, shouting through from one of the trapdoors that by the Mages assumption, they'd be out of the storm in the next 4 hours. And that it would be smoother sailing after that.
((Finish up your RP's, for now. The storm is passing, and it's almost midnight, you've all had a tough day. But feel free to roleplay this out instead of just 'we take a long rest' perhaps Burgee and Truk come down, and eat as well before heading to bed. My space was limited when I made the boat so there are more beds in each room than are represented, choose who bunks with who or if you all bunk separately, what you talk to who about, and after the next 1-2 posts from each of you, it will officially be 'tomorrow'))
Slowly, the crew start to head back belowdecks to return to their abandoned meals, that by now, are luke warm at best. For the most part the crew ignore you unless directly interacted with. Alderlock remains in his Cabin, and Truk has made some interesting discoveries.
Era had taken slight interest in seeing the giant and his tabaxi friend walk on the same ship as her and Burgee, slightly disappointed that nothing more intense had occurred, but was quick to shrug it off and go back to skipping around the ship like some sort of child, using what limited time of the kenku's spell left to her advantage by doing some flips and twists in the air. You'd think as an air genasi she'd have some ability to fly!
But her fun was soon over as soon as she hears the first boom of thunder, followed by a bright flash of lightening. A shiver runs down Era's spine hearing the now impending storm that was brewing about, her usual happy-go-lucky demeanor was now replaced with one of fear. She looks up the darkening sky and tries to locate her friend, but upon hearing yet another clap of thunder, she dashes straight below deck, yelling "You got this, Burgee!" as some sort of encouragement for him.
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
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The storm rolled closer. Flashes of verdant white color the sky in jagged streaks, followed by booming peals of thunder that rocked the ship. For now, the waves were gentle, as the boat approached the edge of the tempest. The Storm Mage Crewsman cast Storm Guide with 94 immense effectiveness, the weather around the boat calmed somewhat, but the sheer force of the storm sough to overwhelm him.. Burgee would need to step in to aid him form his perch on the crows nest
Burgee, if you wish to aid him, cast Storm Guide, and roll a 1d100. Add your total to his, then divide it by 2. If the total meets or exceeds 50 after dividing it, you and him manage to entirely keep the storm away from the ship, even calming the waters crashing directly around you. You will need to maintain this like a concentration spell, as you need to constantly readjust to the weather. This will lock you and the other mage down until the storm passes, or you choose to stop. You may ALSO choose not to help at all, which is also fine. I will adjust what happens accordingly..
The boat seems to cease it's rocking, preventing those aboard the deck from needing to make any saves.. for now. But as the ship goes deeper, the storm progressively gets worse. The Storm Mage 's hands swirling with arcane power, as his body moves with precise actions, as if he were the very definition of the weave. he has immense concentration for now, but it's clear by the bulging veins on his neck that he's being taxed, slowly, but surely.
Truk (everyone keeps calling him TURK.. lol) is aboard the top of the deck for now. Sailors scrambling around as they finally get the sails down, instead of the mast being torn away, again, thanks to the storm mages assistance. The anchors on all sides are dropped, partway to act as balancers, and boeuys.
Below Deck
Below deck, as Gustav and Era makes their way down the steep flight of stairs, depending on which trapdoor they went down, they are either greeted by a large room that simultaneously supports the deck above, as well as holds the majority of what appear to be the ships cargo, such as supplies, sundries, leathers, spare ship equipment, and the like---
---or they're met by a series of tables and rooms. Abandoned food, still steaming, and freshly cooked, as the sailors abandoned it to get above deck to salvage and maintain the ship. Ahead of them, both, sitting in the chairs provided are two crewman, sitting back, with a door between them that they refuse to let anyone pass, claiming it's the 'crew quarters' and is off limits to guests. If she goes this way they would tell her Yer rooms are on the far end down the uh... rear of the ship. he says, unsure if they would know naval terminology or not ye can wait there till we ride this out. We've been asail for nigh on forty years. Ye'll make it. Jest relax lass and.... he hesitated, the words coming out a bit more forced, 'sir.' Grab some food from the kitchen, but don't ye be touchin' our fellows food already on the table, fair? both of them sharing a glance, before settling back into 'normal.'
((Ok, what do you all do? you may RP with each-other as much as you wish [[[for example, Era and Gustav can have as much conversation as they wish, as can Burgee and Truk - since I'll be posting the outcomes of rolls etc if needed when i'm back, use this time to RP!!!]]], since I'll be passing out for a few hours for work tonight. I should be back no later than 8 hours from this post. But will try to be back within 6.))
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Occassional Dungeon Master.
Truk is feeling a little torn. He see's Gustov go below but also wants to see what a storm at sea is all about. He's been through some pretty severe storms up high on the mountains watching the lightning strike the high cliffs but has never seen water heave like this! He scans for the captain and runs up to him. "Captain. You are trying to protect your ship, passengers and crew. That is something I understand. I am strong and heavy. If there is something I can do to help your crew I will. If not i will go below with the others."
That's what happens when you wear a helmet your whole life!
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Alderlock Dustloom continues barking orders at various shipmates, praising his mage for doing a fine job, when the giant man approached him again. Ah yes! Oi wanted to apolergize fer 'afore lad! It was an arr.. slip o' the tongue, ye ken? his arms shot wide,as if he were about to hug Truk as the Goliath makes his offer In fact there is boy! Ye see those stairs? Leadin' to the helmsman? the man at the wheel? I need ye tae go up there, pat 'im on the back fer a job well done, then, I need you to, with this rope... he says, as he runs back into his room, for just a moment, with a very short, 15' rope.. An I need ye tae leap over the backend with this, ye ken? Deception-Persuasion 7 Vs you insight.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Truk Insight: 17
That's what happens when you wear a helmet your whole life!
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Truk looks pleased to be asked to help and takes the rope "Right-eo Captain. Pat the helmsman on the back. Leap off the back of the ship using this rope. No problem." He proudly strides up the stairs and makes his way to the helmsman. When he gets up to him he pats him roughly on the back saying "Captain says you're doing a good job! Gustov said I should wait a day to take over steering but I'll take over now if you want!" As he's saying this he's trying the rope to the railing next to the helmsman. (OOC: Mobile devices auto-correct my name to Turk. It happened to me when I was on my tablet too :)
That's what happens when you wear a helmet your whole life!
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Keeping Truk out of trouble before did not make for much exploration. So, Gustav does a little exploring once below. Its not as if he could get into THAT much trouble working a storm.
"The stern, yes. Though it seems awfully silly to some extent, don't you agree?" Gustav asks as he looks around the immediate area near the guards. "Then again, I suppose if those storm benders up top and the rest of your men can't make this smooth sailing, a few spilled plates are the least of anyones worry, eh?" He chuckles to the duo. In spite of the calm air his tail has been occasionally lashing in the air since curiosity was peeked about the room beyond.
"In anycase, I'll leave you two to it then. But if you ever interesting in hearing a story or two from this old cat when your off duty, then seek me out. I've been to many place, done many a thing, and I know all to well how dull even a ship as large as this can get during idle time. Unless your short hands, then that's a different story, isn't it?" He leaves the duo on a toothy smile as he makes his way towards the kitchen. Remembering the genasi, he motions for her to follow, and eventually tries wrapping an arm around her shoulder on the way to the kitchen.
"Let me guess. Your name is... Sea breeze, right? Foam? Bubbles? Please tell me I'm close?" He asks, un-dissuaded however which way initial contact goes. "Oh my! Are you shaking too? Are you well?"
Yog - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Stars/Celestial (Libretalia)
Nobody - [Feral-Tiefling]Wizard/Sorcerer - War/Draconic (HoTDQ)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Dreams/Archfey
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Xanrazan - [Earth Genasi]Bard - College of Swords(Shadowthorn's Princess of the Apocalypse)
Era felt somewhat safer below deck, her mind that was once running a mile a minute toned down to more of a brisk walking speed, but she would still find herself still shaking after each and every clap of thunder. She keeps her mouth shut when the men spoke to her, not noticing the tabaxi at first until the pirates had strained out a 'sir' when referring to him causing her to give him and them a curious glance. Yeah, you tell 'em, smart guy, she mocks in thought, wanting to even stick out her tongue at them, but remembers there's a storm outside and they could very easily kick her out from under here if they so wished, so she decided against it. For now.
With that conversation over, she promptly turns around and aims to head to her room, but gets distracted at the tabaxi again who had motioned her to follow. Which she did. Because distraction. What storm? The genasi had paid his touch no mind, and if anything, mentally thanked him for it.
She scoffs a little at his guessing of her name, but gives a quick look to her still trembling hands once he mentions it and emits an exaggerated groan. "I'm fine, just, uh, not a huge fan of all that stuff going on outside, you know?" The girl forces a laugh. "Anyways, as cute as those names are, no. My name is Era and before you give me yours, let me try and guess it," She taps her chin for a moment in thought. "Patches? Simba? No, no... Lucky?" She looks at him with a raised eyebrow. "Puss?"
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
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Storm Guide: 71
Burgee, knowing his friends aversion to thunder and lightening yells down to the mage as he does all he can to help, "We can do it, we can do it!"
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His soft smile turns more into a more amused one at the names. "It seems you are far better at this game than I? Or I've merely gotten rather rusty." He chuckles while patting her shoulder. "I 'ave gone by those names before from time to time, as well as a few others! Most by choice. Others due to, well, enthusiasm of the people I've met. Why there was this one time I found absolutely lovely pair of boots just sitting outside some window sill back when I was younger. Outside of a windowsill!"
Gustav rubs at his forehead as he shook his head. "I thought... 'What?', but then I thought. Now who would leave such a gorgeous pair of fine leathers just sitting out in the sun. Naturally, I could not help but take a closer gander and--" He taps the side of his snout where just faintly visible appears to be a long healed over scar. "Turns out there was a snake in them of all things. A lesson I learned all to late. But -- BUT, this did stop 'ol Gustav?" The name catches in his throat. Then with a sheepish smile he tips his hat to Era. "I apologize, child. In my eagerness to share stories I sometimes ramble and plum forget about etiquotte. I go by Gustav these days, and the big guy up there is Truk." His expression falters but the smile never fades all together. "He means well, but can be a bit hot blooded when it comes to defending folk."
Yog - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Stars/Celestial (Libretalia)
Nobody - [Feral-Tiefling]Wizard/Sorcerer - War/Draconic (HoTDQ)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Dreams/Archfey
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Xanrazan - [Earth Genasi]Bard - College of Swords(Shadowthorn's Princess of the Apocalypse)
Alderlock maintains his composure until Truk is outside of audible range thanks to the storm before he plants his hands on his gut Ahahaha! I didnae think that would truly work, I scarcely believed myself! Hahaha! Ah well, that dunderhead might make himself less of a problem.. for now ... he says, coming back to the situation at hand, once again shouting orders over the storm, though it seemed the crew had everything more or less under control by now, and thanks to the combined efforts of his Hired Mage... wait a minute...
Alderlock strode over to Burgee, patting him on the back -lightly- and said in a hearty tone Ach, Oi see yer 'elpin. Ta think you were one as well! Lady Tymora must be smoilin down at me! he says, pulling out an Electrum Piece, and kissing it, before planting it once more in his pocket But aye! Good job lad, you and me mage have stopped most of the danger to the ship. These storms generally pass within a few hours, if ye think ye can hold that long, I'll reward ye with what ye deserve fer yer effort.
The other mage seemed less strained, and turned his head to nod to Burgee in thanks, what could either be sweat or rain dipped down his brow as if a physical manifestation of his relief. The rest of the crew cheered the Kenku on, but remained ready, in case either should falter. Alderlock heading back to his quarters to relax.
All around, the storm still raged violently. Plaintive peals of thunder roared, rocking the ship with another intense boom. The waters were forcibly stopped around the ship itself, creating an 'eye' within the storm, though the ship still rocked on mild waves, nothing was enough to cause damage, or tipping.
The Helmsman gives Truk an awkward look of confusion, before realization sets onto his face Nay, tis fine! the large Human states, his muscles bulging but not seeming strained in the slightest. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and wore only slack-jeans, but aside from this, his figure was chiseled to perfection, if not for the many many scars along his body, he would be statuesque. If the Cap'n 'ad an order for ya, ya should follower to the finish, like spinach! So get to er lad, I have faith in ya! Toot-Toot! he'd say before focusing back on the task at hand, driving them through the storm as fast as he could. Truk succeeds in tying the rope to the railing easily, thanks to Burgee and the other mage.
If Truk looked over the edge he would see dark, daunting waters looking like a portal to the Abyss itself, with depths, unimaginable.
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Below Deck, as Era and Gustav head to the kitchen, their noses are assailed with the most intensely seasoned meat they had ever smelled before, the two sailors laughing in response to Gustavs offer but otherwise remaining stoic, and on guard. Aside from the two sailors in the other room, all other crewmembers were above-board, even the cook. Which means that Era and Gustav had the pick of the litter. There were meats, pies (meat.. of course), varied fruits and vegetables, to prevent scurvy, as well as nearly every seasoning imaginable, all there for the taking. There was a surprising lack of leafy vegetables. Regardless, the boat seemed to calm, it's rocking slowing - likely thanks to a certain someone above deck, and the ruckus seems to have died down.
(i'll let you both RP the rest of that out for a bit today before moving on!)
Above decks, Truk finally is sure that the rope is secured, and with the encouragement of both the captain, and the Helmsman, does whatever Truk would do next.
If he does jump over, he will see an endless expanse of darkness all around, broken only by the flashes of lightning piercing the sky. The waves directly below -relatively- calm, but all around them, waves larger than mountains seemed to rise, slow as snails, only to amorphously crash, or slink back into itself. No land was visible in any direction. If he looked forward, towards the boat, he would likely see the captain entering his quarters, or already sitting down, enjoying an apple from a basket full of them.
For now, Alderlock is oblivious to anything but his meal.
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Turk now having the rope securely fastened begins to stretch it out and see that it's not nearly long enough to reach the back of the boat. He looks around on the quarter deck (Think that's the part of a boat the wheel is on) for a longer section of rope he can tie to the short rope the captain gave him. (Just so you know I'll grab any rope I see that looks long enough. Even if it's attached to something)
If I don't see anything I'll ask the helmsman if he knows where there's some longer rope.
That's what happens when you wear a helmet your whole life!
My house rules
Not too far off, many ropes are tied around a thick pole of wood, acting as an anchor for these ropes to hold them in place. These ropes appear to be connected to the sails, or atleast most of them do, but they are all hundreds of feet long.
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Truk will grab a rope that's tied to the thick pole, looks long and will hold his weight. He'll stretch it out to the back of the boat, loop it around his waist like he way going to belay from a cliff and head off the back of the boat. (as long as nobody stops me) While I'm hanging off the back I'll look around and enjoy the calm waters. Trying to peer into the depths and see if I see any fish, since I know Gustov enjoys them. I'll also check out the boat itself and see if there's anything interesting. Any portholes to look into? If I find any I'll have a peek inside and wave at whoever I see. I'm guessing there's not that much of interest so after a couple minutes I'll climb back up and put the rope back. Retrieve the 15' rope and take a look on deck for the Captain.
Figure you'll want an athletics check (hopefully I don't royally f up and end up taking a swim, lol) Check: 17
That's what happens when you wear a helmet your whole life!
My house rules
Era listens to the tabaxi speak, slithering away from his grasp once he gave the opportunity to do so to pick up a fruit from the numerous amounts of food left behind for the pickings. She takes a bite of the (what she assumed was a plum) just as he points out the barely visible scar on his face, her eyes widening a bit in interest and also at the mention of his name finally. "Gustav, huh? Well then, very nice to meet you, good sir! Please, don't fret about rambling off, I quite enjoy stories myself, and your tale was quiet a funny one! A snake in a boot!" Era takes a moment to bite into the fruit again, taking a seat since there were so many spots left open. "Sorry 'bout your face, though, you're still a handsome feline, if that counts for anything!" She gives him a laugh before continuing.
"Truk seems like a good friend to me, the way he stood up for you like that, I'd say you're pretty lucky! I'm here with the birdy helping calm the storm outside, Burgee, is his name, not sure if you saw him fly up to the crow's nest." She pauses almost abruptly, then opens her mouth a few seconds later. "Feel's like they're doing a pretty good job out there, I think! If you don't mind telling me asking, how'd you two meet? Unless you want to save that story for another time?"
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
Burgee nods back to the mage. The assistance is given freely, because the storm makes Burgee feel alive. Since that notable day when the storm almost took him, he has felt most alive when the weather raged around him. But he knew it was something to respect and remained focused as he continued assisting the mage, keeping the storm at bay.
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The opportunity arrives just as soon as the smell of food hits their noses in full. He has to hold his tail just to keep it from lashing into anything, so eager was his desire for a taste. An ear always stayed ready to swivel in Era's direction while he worked on grabbing a meat pie or two. Or there if he has any suspicion of Truk coming below deck sooner than later. "Oh no need for apologies. I'm 'appy to 'ave it. Made me look more distinguished after it healed up, or so a few lady friends have told me in the past." He gave her a wink as he followed her to some open seats.
"Indeed, I did. An interesting talent for a Kenku. Most never get the chance." He says during her pause before taking taking a nibble from the pie. "Hm? Hmm~ Now that /is/ a story! Though one I'd like to hold on to for a while longer." His absent-minded smile turns mischievous. "Though he never admits it, parts of it is a little embarrassing for the big guy. I will say that I do owe him life... Granted, I did save him first, but how much I actually helped is debatable at best." Gustav lets out a melancholy sigh. "What about you and this burgee fella? I have my suspicions. BUT, given how badly I played the guess'n game, I could just as well be off again."
Yog - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Stars/Celestial (Libretalia)
Nobody - [Feral-Tiefling]Wizard/Sorcerer - War/Draconic (HoTDQ)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Dreams/Archfey
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Xanrazan - [Earth Genasi]Bard - College of Swords(Shadowthorn's Princess of the Apocalypse)
Once Era finished her plum (and after settling the pit down on the table to plant later), she started plucking some grapes from their vines and plopped them into her mouth, pouting a little bit at him saying he'd rather not share the story now. "Boo, what a tease," She says playfully, chewing and swallowing down the grapes. "I'll get that story out of you some day, but I take it you're not one to stick around places for too long? I mean with all the names changes and such, can't blame a girl for asking, right?" She gives him a shrug with a smile playing on her lips. "No need to answer that if you don't want to, but I'm sure whatever you did was enough for him to want to save your life. Most people would have left you for dead, no? At least, that's what I know from the few months I've been hanging around this place. People are awful! Maybe that's why most of my friends are animals! Haha!"
She laughs her usual laugh and picks another grape. "And I'm gonna have to share our story later too then," She gives him a cheeky wink. "To cut down on the details, Burgee helped me when I was in quite the bind with the law... Actually, it was either the law or a cult, I forget, but anyways, after that favor we've been friends ever since! And I'm gonna repay him as soon as I find my dad--" Era cuts herself off with an exaggerated gasp, looking at Gustav with wide eyes. She drops the grape that she had been playing with between her fingers as leans into the tabaxi, getting too close for comfort. "Have you ever heard the name Oozstel? Particularly a genie that goes by that name? I know he's gotta be on where we're heading to now but if I can find out where he is exactly that'll make this search go by so much faster! Oh please tell me you've heard of him!"
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
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Gustav gives a cheshire grin. "Not at all." Was his immediate reply. "And your not wrong. Not entirely." The rest he cared more to listen to than interrupt. But all is with rapt attention. The only time he looks away is to blow on his meat pies some more to try cooling them down faster. The casual smile falters for at the mention of a cult. Now completely intrigued, he didn't appear to mind when she leaned in close.
"Ooztel? Ooztel?" He drops his gaze and starts to play at his whiskers. "Not a name to forget easily. But, I have encountered a number fantastical things over the years. You know, I used to think the phrase my grandpere said all the time 'I have forgotten more than you have ever known' was joke. Jokes on me." He chuckles but without any real mirth. "Come to think of it, I think there was only one time I changed my name for a reason. The rest -- aside from rumors -- were all on a whim, mostly. Folk find it difficult to pronounce Tabaxi names, you see." He rambles on.
It takes very little insight to realize the rambling this time had less to do with going off on tangents. But rather, to help focus his thoughts. The act of which along with a few whispered words calls forth Guidance from his god. Sadly! "... Where am... Oh ... why aren't you lovely dear. My name is Gustav. You have seen a giant grey men anywhere have you?"
History: (2)12 to recall anything on an Ooztel.
Yog - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Stars/Celestial (Libretalia)
Nobody - [Feral-Tiefling]Wizard/Sorcerer - War/Draconic (HoTDQ)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Dreams/Archfey
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Xanrazan - [Earth Genasi]Bard - College of Swords(Shadowthorn's Princess of the Apocalypse)
The waves crash softly into the ship below as Truk dangles over the edge, he's in a slow but controlled spin. Truk would see as described above, the captain enjoying his meal in his personal cabin. Various papers strewn about on the desk not too far from the full-sized window pane, that was reinforced by steel bars. Truk could see the two small windows that looked out onto the deck, as rain continued to fall around them all. Inside the room, Truk, who was struggling a little to hold on, but managing through raw strength, would see Manacles lined up underneath a table in the corner, that wouldn't be visible to anyone attempting to just peek inside the door. Alderlock hefted his legs onto the desk, as he pulled up a manifest, and began checking things off, or setting that paper aside. Just before he climbed up, Truk felt a massive presence flow beneath him, and if he looked down before climbing back up, he would just barely make out a immeasurably large orange and white form slink through the waters beneath him.
The crew aboard deck seemed calm, but ready, just in case one of the mages faltered. The Helmsman welcomed you back up Did ye do all the captain asked ya? but he remained focused on his task. 17 since not far off, the sky was still dark, but bathed in moonlight. It seems the ship was almost out of the storm.. and at the edge, it was getting calmer, the Ships Mage nodding to Burgee that he was 'free' to go rest, though the mage smiled as he did so.
Belowdeck, Era would hear another peal of thunder, that seemed more distant. One of the shipmates came down, shouting through from one of the trapdoors that by the Mages assumption, they'd be out of the storm in the next 4 hours. And that it would be smoother sailing after that.
((Finish up your RP's, for now. The storm is passing, and it's almost midnight, you've all had a tough day. But feel free to roleplay this out instead of just 'we take a long rest' perhaps Burgee and Truk come down, and eat as well before heading to bed. My space was limited when I made the boat so there are more beds in each room than are represented, choose who bunks with who or if you all bunk separately, what you talk to who about, and after the next 1-2 posts from each of you, it will officially be 'tomorrow'))
Slowly, the crew start to head back belowdecks to return to their abandoned meals, that by now, are luke warm at best. For the most part the crew ignore you unless directly interacted with. Alderlock remains in his Cabin, and Truk has made some interesting discoveries.
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