"Misha, does Acheron have alcohol?" Kali tilts her head slightly as she brings the glass to her lips to take a drink of rum. "And was blondie not allow to drink any of it? You seem to be handlin' your drink well, but she's lookin' worse for wear." Her eye hovers on Misha for a moment longer before looking at the others at the table to see if any of them had any issues holding down their drink, aside the obvious. When done with her observation, she looked back to Carrhae after she downed the drink and asked the question. "Aye, I have a few..." She says as she pours yet another glass.
After she sets down the rum container, she pulls her collar just enough to show the ink there.
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She pulls up her sleeve to show off her arm sleeve.
"Dunno if I could show the next few without completely strippin'..." At this point, the hybrid moved herself closer to Carrhae so she could get a better look if her vision wasn't too blurry (if anyone else found themselves interested, she'd show them as well. Except Sloop.).
You guys at most may just see a few tentacles and maybe the top bit of the skull, but yall get the idea. she aint that drunk yet
This one is on her other thigh.
Kali pulled at the bottom of her lip.
"And I got plenty more! Somehwere... I'm just a mess of ink," Kali says, then sticks out her tongue to show off her tongue piercing. "And metal. Anyone else wanna share their tats or are you all naked babies?"
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"Oh, yes, we do." Misha said to Kali, about the alcohol. "Special Operations Paladins from Genesis Chambers have modeefied genetic code, so alcohol poisoning is something that no effect me." she admitted. "It ees up to you to decide eef good or bad, but I can dreenk anyone, anytime, under table, ya?" She let out a mighty laugh, and then leaned in a bit closer as Kali started showing Carrhae her tattoos.
"Tattoos in other places, Misha like those best, especially reeng on..tounge..." she said, and then quickly turned a bit red and looked away quickly and innocently, as if she just let out a secret by accident. "Ah..uh, yes!" she said nervously, rapidly. "Kapitan, you tattoos, too? I mean, you hef kapitan? Ach. Tattoos. Ok. TIme for another dreenk!"
Carrhae was too distracted to hear Misha as she moved in closer to Kali and whispered. "Perhaps I could see them later, when there's not so many people around and I can fully appreciate them." Then she pulls back and lifts up the sleeve on her right arm, revealing a tattoo of three bells on her inner arm. "Not as much as Kali's, but better than nothing."
As Misha speaks, Kali sets a firm hand on her shoulder, followed by a strong squeeze and a laugh at her little mess up. “Cute thing you are! Shame you can’t get drunk, like,” She puts her other hand on Carrhae’s shoulder. “This little miss here!” She takes a moment to lean in close to the captains ear. “Be careful of what you say, captain.” She leans back with a toothy smile. “Anyone else wanna share?”
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Sana, still on her first cup of rum, watches the tattoo demonstration curiously. A copy of the second tattoo appears on her arm, visible below her short sleeves as she takes another sensibly sized drink of rum.
"How cute you all are, sharing stories and pictures. Reminds me of being a child and seeing someone getting their first arcane inscription across their chest." The gaunt form that sulked into the room was covered in a black robe, and its face was a ruined pattern of scars. The left side seemed tight and cracked from some ancient burn and the eye was a milky white. His hair was thin, stringy, and white, making him seem centuries older. Across his stomach lay a curved dagger.
"I remember my first marking. A simple thing, meant as a childish warding against evil or some such. I've had many since, though many not by my own will." He slinks near Kali, getting a close look at the patterns, "Festive..." He meets her gaze with his ruined eye and scans across the table, "Grishkar Darkmoor, Physician by circumstance aboard this wonderful vessel. I was on the way to check on my patient when I heard talk of festivities." His smile seemed unnatural, as though his face rejected the sentiment of joy, "Jeremiah! Be a good lad and let the doctor have a look."
The deckhand paced out of the kitchen with the same blank, alien stare he'd been afflicted with since his injury. Grishkar caressed his chin and turned his head back and forth, "Yes, you seem to be doing well. Should be better within two weeks or so, Captain. Take the rest of the night off, boy. I'm sure the cook will be fine if carrots aren't chopped for the morning."
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Sloop, head in hand, stumbles down the stairs leading into the galley just in time to see some of the ladies showing off their tattoos...and quickly proceeds to walk straight into a floor to ceiling post, knocking himself straight onto his back. Picking himself up off the floor, he quickly turns around and runs back up the stairs. Retching can immediately be heard from topside.
"Skeen art is not something Acheronians do typically. Not much time for art or expressing individuality in thees manner when homeland is at war since beginning of creation, ya?" She said a bit sadly. "I have no art on body to show, but lucky that I get to enjoy art on others."
Misha startled a bit upon the entrance of Grishkar, she had seen some horrors in her time with the battle of Hell, and she observed him for a moment as he spoke. "By Bane's fist, you don't look so good, ya? Perheps you should see the doctor."
"Ah, Acheron! Love the thought," Grishkar's demeanor turns somewhat jovial and dramatic, "Combat, chaos, bloodshed, the struggle and iron determination to survive, only none of the..." He waves a hand to Misha, as though trying to pull an answer from her mind, "Satisfaction? Yes, I suppose. Satisfaction of a job well done."
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Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
"You know of Acheron!" Misha says to Grishkar, becoming excited, and feeling a strange tingle in her mind, but was so excited to hear someone other than Carrhae had heard of her homeland, she dismissed it. "You hef heard of my home! Yes! I am Misha!"
"Poor Sloop. This has been hard enough, so I won't make him clean up after himself. Especially since he'll be totally useless tomorrow. Ah, Grishkar! For a little bit I thought that you were going to stay cooped up in your room while we were all celebrating. Do you want a glass?" Carrhae picks up on Grishkar's status report, but doesn't feel like killing the mood by asking questions about whether he'll get better. "Misha, Grishkar can't go see the doctor, he is the doctor. Well, he could see the doctor if he looked in a mirror."
"Drink? No, such things have long since left my interests." Despite his smile, something in the elf's eyes almost seems slightly condescending and dismissive, "Though you are correct, I am not the virile youth I once was. I have been gifted strength beyong physical means."
Grishkar turns his fascination back to Misha, where his affections almost seem ironic coming from his visage, "Yes, Acheron, Plane of Eternal War, where fires rage and steel clashes unending. However, yes, I find the immediate appeal attractive, but why fight with no resolution? If you are to fight a war, should you not be able to eventually kill your enemy?"
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Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Erriviel seems mostly unperturbed by Grishkar's appearance, but pauses when he sees the elf's pointed ears. Erriviel stares for a moment longer before returning to making small talk with the crew.
"Skin markings, you say? I've never considered one. Perhaps that will change in the near future?" Over my dead body it will.
As Misha describes Acheron, "A sad tale, but everything that is right and proper is worth fighting for."
Once Sloop returns and promptly exits, Erriviel shakes his head, "Who will be in charge of watching over the child? I can't say I would be eager for the job."
"I'll watch over him. It's my responsibility to ensure that he grows into an honorable young man."Carrhae rushes up the stairs, sees that Sloops rapid-fire vomiting continues unabated, and then comes right back down. "How does someone so small have so much vomit in them? Yeah, he's not going to have fun dealing with what comes later. Speaking of that. Grishkar, once Sloop is good and sober, he'll be replacing Jeremiah as Indigo's assistant in the galley. I think that some work will be good for him and I doubt that he'll have the same focus issues with Indigo that he's been having since he's come aboard."It's clear that when Carrhae says focus issues, she means his tendency to stare at the curvier members of the crew. "I trust that he's healthy enough to perform other menial tasks on the ship."
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"Eet ees only souls of the dead who have died in combat once living who fight on my world with no resolution. No purpose." Misha explains to Grishkar. "Eet ees The Lord General who made it thees way since the beginning of all creation. I do not know why, and I do not question The Lord Tyrant. However, those native to my world fight a different battle. One, as well, we have been fighting as long. Eet ees game of poosh and pull for eons. It is fate of my world. Ees one reason I was created - to try and change the ebb and flow of the tide of our war. We fight for honor, for glory, in His name. One day, we will ween."
She looks at her glass on the table for a moment, her smile fading - and then looks up again at Grishkar, resolute.
"Eet ees a day I hope to see. Nothing weel stand in our way."
Wolf has never been without a drink in hand since the rum was opened. Happy to have a drink and very sad that Indigo won’t allow him to have any wine. As the conversation turned to tattoos he was preparing to say something until his ears twitches, his nose smelled death, and his instincts all told him to kill it before it killed you. That could only mean one thing, the doctor was in. Immediately Wolf moves to a corner, a low growl in his throat and his tail goes straight up and the hairs spread a bit as he instinctively attempts to make himself bigger. He never keeps Grishkar out of his sight but never truly looks directly at the elf. Something about him wasn’t right and Wolf known better than to doubt his instincts. However, the Captain wouldn’t like it very much if he attempted to get rid of the elf. So Wolf just avoids him and never lets the man anywhere near him or out of his sight when he is forced to be in the same room as him.
Carrhae interposes herself between Grishkar and Wolf. It's anyone's guess whether she's doing it to make Wolf feel safer or to keep him from harming the doctor that even someone as accepting as Carrhae would have a hard time denying that she doesn't sometimes believe is up to no good. In reality, she's probably doing a bit of both. "Easy Wolf. No one's going to harm anyone. Do you need another drink?"
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Instinctively, Misha also stood up, slowly. She was not smiling as much as she usually was, and spoke quietly, ready to act if need be. “Come. Sit. Everyone relax. We are among friends. Have a drink, and enjoy company.” She gestures to the table and chairs, inviting.
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"Misha, does Acheron have alcohol?" Kali tilts her head slightly as she brings the glass to her lips to take a drink of rum. "And was blondie not allow to drink any of it? You seem to be handlin' your drink well, but she's lookin' worse for wear." Her eye hovers on Misha for a moment longer before looking at the others at the table to see if any of them had any issues holding down their drink, aside the obvious. When done with her observation, she looked back to Carrhae after she downed the drink and asked the question. "Aye, I have a few..." She says as she pours yet another glass.
After she sets down the rum container, she pulls her collar just enough to show the ink there.
Ignore the potato quality pls
She pulls up her sleeve to show off her arm sleeve.
"Dunno if I could show the next few without completely strippin'..." At this point, the hybrid moved herself closer to Carrhae so she could get a better look if her vision wasn't too blurry (if anyone else found themselves interested, she'd show them as well. Except Sloop.).
You guys at most may just see a few tentacles and maybe the top bit of the skull, but yall get the idea. she aint that drunk yet
This one is on her other thigh.
Kali pulled at the bottom of her lip.
"And I got plenty more! Somehwere... I'm just a mess of ink," Kali says, then sticks out her tongue to show off her tongue piercing. "And metal. Anyone else wanna share their tats or are you all naked babies?"
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\
"Oh, yes, we do." Misha said to Kali, about the alcohol. "Special Operations Paladins from Genesis Chambers have modeefied genetic code, so alcohol poisoning is something that no effect me." she admitted. "It ees up to you to decide eef good or bad, but I can dreenk anyone, anytime, under table, ya?" She let out a mighty laugh, and then leaned in a bit closer as Kali started showing Carrhae her tattoos.
"Tattoos in other places, Misha like those best, especially reeng on..tounge..." she said, and then quickly turned a bit red and looked away quickly and innocently, as if she just let out a secret by accident. "Ah..uh, yes!" she said nervously, rapidly. "Kapitan, you tattoos, too? I mean, you hef kapitan? Ach. Tattoos. Ok. TIme for another dreenk!"
Carrhae was too distracted to hear Misha as she moved in closer to Kali and whispered. "Perhaps I could see them later, when there's not so many people around and I can fully appreciate them." Then she pulls back and lifts up the sleeve on her right arm, revealing a tattoo of three bells on her inner arm. "Not as much as Kali's, but better than nothing."
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As Misha speaks, Kali sets a firm hand on her shoulder, followed by a strong squeeze and a laugh at her little mess up. “Cute thing you are! Shame you can’t get drunk, like,” She puts her other hand on Carrhae’s shoulder. “This little miss here!” She takes a moment to lean in close to the captains ear. “Be careful of what you say, captain.” She leans back with a toothy smile. “Anyone else wanna share?”
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\
Sana, still on her first cup of rum, watches the tattoo demonstration curiously. A copy of the second tattoo appears on her arm, visible below her short sleeves as she takes another sensibly sized drink of rum.
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
Carrhae smiles at the sight of Sana copying her tattoo and for a moment she has a wistful look on her face.
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"How cute you all are, sharing stories and pictures. Reminds me of being a child and seeing someone getting their first arcane inscription across their chest." The gaunt form that sulked into the room was covered in a black robe, and its face was a ruined pattern of scars. The left side seemed tight and cracked from some ancient burn and the eye was a milky white. His hair was thin, stringy, and white, making him seem centuries older. Across his stomach lay a curved dagger.
"I remember my first marking. A simple thing, meant as a childish warding against evil or some such. I've had many since, though many not by my own will." He slinks near Kali, getting a close look at the patterns, "Festive..." He meets her gaze with his ruined eye and scans across the table, "Grishkar Darkmoor, Physician by circumstance aboard this wonderful vessel. I was on the way to check on my patient when I heard talk of festivities." His smile seemed unnatural, as though his face rejected the sentiment of joy, "Jeremiah! Be a good lad and let the doctor have a look."
The deckhand paced out of the kitchen with the same blank, alien stare he'd been afflicted with since his injury. Grishkar caressed his chin and turned his head back and forth, "Yes, you seem to be doing well. Should be better within two weeks or so, Captain. Take the rest of the night off, boy. I'm sure the cook will be fine if carrots aren't chopped for the morning."
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Sloop, head in hand, stumbles down the stairs leading into the galley just in time to see some of the ladies showing off their tattoos...and quickly proceeds to walk straight into a floor to ceiling post, knocking himself straight onto his back. Picking himself up off the floor, he quickly turns around and runs back up the stairs. Retching can immediately be heard from topside.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
"Skeen art is not something Acheronians do typically. Not much time for art or expressing individuality in thees manner when homeland is at war since beginning of creation, ya?" She said a bit sadly. "I have no art on body to show, but lucky that I get to enjoy art on others."
Misha startled a bit upon the entrance of Grishkar, she had seen some horrors in her time with the battle of Hell, and she observed him for a moment as he spoke. "By Bane's fist, you don't look so good, ya? Perheps you should see the doctor."
"Ah, Acheron! Love the thought," Grishkar's demeanor turns somewhat jovial and dramatic, "Combat, chaos, bloodshed, the struggle and iron determination to survive, only none of the..." He waves a hand to Misha, as though trying to pull an answer from her mind, "Satisfaction? Yes, I suppose. Satisfaction of a job well done."
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
"You know of Acheron!" Misha says to Grishkar, becoming excited, and feeling a strange tingle in her mind, but was so excited to hear someone other than Carrhae had heard of her homeland, she dismissed it. "You hef heard of my home! Yes! I am Misha!"
"Poor Sloop. This has been hard enough, so I won't make him clean up after himself. Especially since he'll be totally useless tomorrow. Ah, Grishkar! For a little bit I thought that you were going to stay cooped up in your room while we were all celebrating. Do you want a glass?" Carrhae picks up on Grishkar's status report, but doesn't feel like killing the mood by asking questions about whether he'll get better. "Misha, Grishkar can't go see the doctor, he is the doctor. Well, he could see the doctor if he looked in a mirror."
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"Fascinating." Sana mutters as Grishkar walks in. She immediately starts trying to copy his dessicated looking skin and corpse-like appearance.
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
"Drink? No, such things have long since left my interests." Despite his smile, something in the elf's eyes almost seems slightly condescending and dismissive, "Though you are correct, I am not the virile youth I once was. I have been gifted strength beyong physical means."
Grishkar turns his fascination back to Misha, where his affections almost seem ironic coming from his visage, "Yes, Acheron, Plane of Eternal War, where fires rage and steel clashes unending. However, yes, I find the immediate appeal attractive, but why fight with no resolution? If you are to fight a war, should you not be able to eventually kill your enemy?"
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
"Ah yes, the good doctor..."
Erriviel seems mostly unperturbed by Grishkar's appearance, but pauses when he sees the elf's pointed ears. Erriviel stares for a moment longer before returning to making small talk with the crew.
"Skin markings, you say? I've never considered one. Perhaps that will change in the near future?" Over my dead body it will.
As Misha describes Acheron, "A sad tale, but everything that is right and proper is worth fighting for."
Once Sloop returns and promptly exits, Erriviel shakes his head, "Who will be in charge of watching over the child? I can't say I would be eager for the job."
"I'll watch over him. It's my responsibility to ensure that he grows into an honorable young man." Carrhae rushes up the stairs, sees that Sloops rapid-fire vomiting continues unabated, and then comes right back down. "How does someone so small have so much vomit in them? Yeah, he's not going to have fun dealing with what comes later. Speaking of that. Grishkar, once Sloop is good and sober, he'll be replacing Jeremiah as Indigo's assistant in the galley. I think that some work will be good for him and I doubt that he'll have the same focus issues with Indigo that he's been having since he's come aboard." It's clear that when Carrhae says focus issues, she means his tendency to stare at the curvier members of the crew. "I trust that he's healthy enough to perform other menial tasks on the ship."
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"Eet ees only souls of the dead who have died in combat once living who fight on my world with no resolution. No purpose." Misha explains to Grishkar. "Eet ees The Lord General who made it thees way since the beginning of all creation. I do not know why, and I do not question The Lord Tyrant. However, those native to my world fight a different battle. One, as well, we have been fighting as long. Eet ees game of poosh and pull for eons. It is fate of my world. Ees one reason I was created - to try and change the ebb and flow of the tide of our war. We fight for honor, for glory, in His name. One day, we will ween."
She looks at her glass on the table for a moment, her smile fading - and then looks up again at Grishkar, resolute.
"Eet ees a day I hope to see. Nothing weel stand in our way."
Wolf has never been without a drink in hand since the rum was opened. Happy to have a drink and very sad that Indigo won’t allow him to have any wine. As the conversation turned to tattoos he was preparing to say something until his ears twitches, his nose smelled death, and his instincts all told him to kill it before it killed you. That could only mean one thing, the doctor was in. Immediately Wolf moves to a corner, a low growl in his throat and his tail goes straight up and the hairs spread a bit as he instinctively attempts to make himself bigger. He never keeps Grishkar out of his sight but never truly looks directly at the elf. Something about him wasn’t right and Wolf known better than to doubt his instincts. However, the Captain wouldn’t like it very much if he attempted to get rid of the elf. So Wolf just avoids him and never lets the man anywhere near him or out of his sight when he is forced to be in the same room as him.
Carrhae interposes herself between Grishkar and Wolf. It's anyone's guess whether she's doing it to make Wolf feel safer or to keep him from harming the doctor that even someone as accepting as Carrhae would have a hard time denying that she doesn't sometimes believe is up to no good. In reality, she's probably doing a bit of both. "Easy Wolf. No one's going to harm anyone. Do you need another drink?"
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Instinctively, Misha also stood up, slowly. She was not smiling as much as she usually was, and spoke quietly, ready to act if need be. “Come. Sit. Everyone relax. We are among friends. Have a drink, and enjoy company.” She gestures to the table and chairs, inviting.