"Understood, friend. We're just passing through, and I can see you're busy. Erric Hillfall's my name, look me up if you need a good song or a story to pass the time."
He looks at the man's dour affect, and holds out his arm to Jambiya. "Let's go see what this ship looks like, shall we?" he says to her with a grin. "Stay close and this sack might keep off some of the rain." As he says this, narrative dictates that the spell wears off and they begin to get soaked.
He tries to walk alongside Ebokk to the ship or the tavern, wherever he's going.
Anafrey walks into the rain and then looks up bewildered by the water pummeling her from above. She pulls the hood of her cloak over her and stumbles along after Maldorn.
Jambiya will look quizzically at the Halflings speaking their funny language, then when Erric invites her, she will wish the grumpy puss, "A brighter day to you, sir!" and join Erric in the rain, taking his arm. "Master Ebokk," she says brightly despite the downpour. "To your ship!"
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The halfling narrows his eyes at Erric. "Hillfall?" he asks in Halfling, curiosity creeping into the tone of his voice. He looks the bard up and down, then settles on his face once again. "Any relation to Wender Hillfall?"
During the short exchange on the porch, Ebokk climbs out of the carriage after Anafrey and squints up at the rain. He turns and addresses Jarvis as the coachman assists Eilikasys, who has donned a gold-embroidered hooded cloak. "Thank you, Jarvis. The ride was excellent. I'm sorry about the rain. We'll stop in Waterdeep on our return so I can send a message containing our anticipated return date." The dwarf and half-elf say their good-byes, and Ebokk begins trudging down the road toward the docks, the gnome gliding along beside him.
"Uncle Wender! One of my favorite people. Do you know him? I hope he's treated you well?"
Erric is smiling but still subtly still walking away from the shop with Jambiya. He's all of a suddenly found a reason to get going to the ship, which is a shock for him because he would love to go dry off in the tavern.
Maldorn lets Anafrey catch up to him during the walk and, while looking around the grumpy faces staring at them, asks: “First time in Mantrelle? What is your take so far?”
As the party retreats toward the docks, Erric maintains eye contact with the halfling for a bit until he finally turns away when the halfling doesn't respond to his comments about "Uncle Wender" except to narrow his eyes just a little bit more.
Ebokk and Eilikasys seem to know where they are going, and as the group gets closer to the docks, they can make out several small fishing vessels. They pass the final building — a tall, but slender house — and spot a larger ship docked at the end. It has two masts, a full deck, a small quarterdeck, and looks to have a good sized lower deck. The hull is painted a dark color — maybe navy or black. From a distance, it doesn't look like anyone is on deck.
"That it?" Erric says, pointing at the ship and looking at Ebokk. "Should we go aboard without permission? Though you were supposed to request that but no one's out in the rain."
To his companions, a bit quieter, he says, "anyone ever been on a ship before?"
"Not ever," Jambiya admits. "I was out on a lake once, in a rowboat, with Grumpy Pops, but I have to say I don't think it is the same. Are we really not supposed to come on if there's nobody there?"
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“Once or twice,”Maldorn says. “I prefer solid ground.”The old man doesn’t want to speak too much at the moment, knowing from experience that they are not welcome here.
OOC: If anyone ever feels like I'm moving too quickly or too slowly, feel free to holler.
The group moves onto the well-maintained docks, their boots clunking loudly. (Except for the gnome, who seemingly moves without noise.) The larger ship logically sinks deeper into the water than the small fishing boats, so it is moored at the end of the longest dock, which has been raised half way down to be higher off the water than the other docks. The group marches along, Ebokk and Eilikasys at the front, Erric and Jambiya behind, then Maldorn, then a hunched Anafrey. A fairly steady, but not vicious wind is creating small white peeks on the choppy water. The Nightshade is rocking slightly. Creaking boards as well as the rhythmic thump thump of the smaller boats tugging against their ropes can be heard over the rumble of the rain.
When Ebokk and Eilikasys are even with the boat, Ebokk turns his face up into the rain, dons his shield and begins banging the front of it with an ornate warhammer. "Ahoy!" he calls. The wham wham is surprisingly loud in a world muffled by the hum of the rain.
After a minute or so, a human torso peers at the side of the ship, looking down in annoyance. The man is dressed in a quickly-darkening white shirt, and a dark rag covers the top of his head, though quite a bit more dark hair hangs to his shoulders. Almost immediately, the man turns back toward the quarterdeck and yells, "It's the captain!" He then disappears, and shortly after, a plank is extended from a break in the rail and lowered to the dock. It has a kind of makeshift railing attached on one side. That is to say the plank has two posts attached at each end and a thick rope is tied between each post. The man returns to the rail to watch. On the other side of the break, a much burlier, bald-headed human man steps up to look down at the party. Though his head is bald, from his chin drapes a thick, black beard, which in the darkness, quickly becomes indistinguishable from the thick mat of black hair which covers his entire upper torso and arms, which are exposed, as he is wearing nothing above the waist. His arms are folded over his thick chest.
"Bosun Grout," Ebokk calls happily. The dwarf has stowed his equipment and is leading Eilikasys toward the foot of the plank.
The four newcomers are watching the end of the plank slide forward and back as the ship rocks. It looks alarmingly not safe, but the dwarf and the gnome do not hesitate.
"I trust all is well," Ebokk says. "Permission to come aboard."
"The captain doesn't need permission," Grout responds patiently in a husky, yet very easy to hear and understand voice.
As Ebokk holds out a hand to aid Eilikasys, not responding to Grout, she waves him away and times her steps onto the plank and hurries up, not seeming to have any trouble. She disappears onto the ship and Ebokk turns to look at the party. "I'm sure experienced adventurers like yourselves won't have any trouble. Who's next?"
OOC: The top of the plank is probably four feet higher than the dock, and it is about eight feet from the dock to the deck. So, it's at about a 25 degree angle. Go ahead and roll an acrobatics check as you board. Anafrey, if you're drunk, roll at disadvantage.
(OOC: I like the faster pace! I think we can speak up if we're trying to RP something a bit more heavily and a slowdown is warranted. Just one halfling's opinion!)
Erric's been trying to huddle himself down in his cloak to stay dry pretty unsuccessfully on the walk down the dock. As he gets closer to the ship, his eyes brighten a bit, a sense of adventure beginning to radiate off him as his steps quicken just a bit. "Now that looks like a proper pirate ship ready for adventure," he mutters to himself, smiling despite the awful weather.
He listens, uncharacteristically quietly, to the exchange with the crew. Watching Eilikasys take the gangplank with aplomb, he says, "Easy enough! I'm pretty much an old salt myself. Did I ever tell you about the buckles I swashed with Captain..." and whatever else he says disappears into the wind as he turns to mount the gangplank and scurries up to the ship.
Jambiya is secretly a little worried about this boat ride, since she’s never been on one, and feels most at home when she is rooted on the ground. With a little trepidation, she watches the others scoot up the plank, then goes for it herself.
Dexterity (Acrobatics): 23
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Each of the four party members deftly climbs the gang plank as Ebokk watches with a kind of pride. He brings up the rear, stepping onto the deck and looking around at everyone gathered there like it's his birthday. Currently, the four party members, Bosun Grout, the unnamed sailor with the shoulder-length hair, and Ebokk are on deck. Eilikasys appears to have escaped the rain. Bosun Grout and the unnamed sailor are unabashedly scrutinizing the party.
"Bosun Grout, please allow me to introduce my hired landing party." He smiles at Erric, pauses, then chuckles self consciously. "Well, I'm afraid I can't. Why don't you each introduce yourselves," he says, making a sweeping gesture with one arm.
“I am Maldorn Whitehare, and this is Sagitta.”The old ranger says, shacking the water from his shoulders as best as he can. “I am a ranger of the woods, and a hunter of beasts. Apart from some fishing, I am currently out of my element. I trust your skillful sailing hands will be able to pick up my slack.”
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Erric gives Ebokk a generous, knowing look.
"Ahoy there! My name is Erric Hillfall, a humble bard, adventurer, and run-of-the-mill manufacturer of derring-do. I'm ready for anything and very excited to be back out on the water, among fellow old salts. Hoist the mizzenmast and batten abeam the brass monkey! Ah, the Nightshade feels worthy keeping pace with the Sea Sprite itself!"
He walks forward across the deck with a hilarious and frankly rejuvenating amount of bravado (and just a hint of a stutter-step as the latest wave jostles the ship). He gently casts minor illusion to boost his diatribe (which, if you're not familiar with sailing terms, is WILDLY inaccurate and also way out over his skis when it comes to tossing around the name of Deudermont's ship) with an happy accordion tune playing a homebrewed sea shanty that is, yes, completely unnecessary, but also very well done and far too catchy to just dismiss with a typical sailor's grunt/eye roll. (Performance: 16)
He does a small approximation a general inspection of various knots, spars, and bulwarks, and quietly says to himself, "these yards are manned" with a self-satisfied nod. "Now where are we berthing on this fine vessel?"
(I should add that Erric is still making his way through the world with a new collection of empty waterskins orbiting his personage, and while he's a graceful chap, they and their jostling aren't doing him many favors.)
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"Understood, friend. We're just passing through, and I can see you're busy. Erric Hillfall's my name, look me up if you need a good song or a story to pass the time."
He looks at the man's dour affect, and holds out his arm to Jambiya. "Let's go see what this ship looks like, shall we?" he says to her with a grin. "Stay close and this sack might keep off some of the rain." As he says this, narrative dictates that the spell wears off and they begin to get soaked.
He tries to walk alongside Ebokk to the ship or the tavern, wherever he's going.
Maldorn simply follows Erric, making no effort to protect himself from the rain or speak to the grumpy halflings.
Anafrey walks into the rain and then looks up bewildered by the water pummeling her from above. She pulls the hood of her cloak over her and stumbles along after Maldorn.
~♡~
Jambiya will look quizzically at the Halflings speaking their funny language, then when Erric invites her, she will wish the grumpy puss, "A brighter day to you, sir!" and join Erric in the rain, taking his arm. "Master Ebokk," she says brightly despite the downpour. "To your ship!"
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Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. Here's my D&D stuff. I love it so.
Campaign links for Game Log access because DDB has abandoned the forum dice roller, apparently.
Radiant Citadel by cbaer8 ~•~ Stormwreck Isle by Rforrest14 ~•~ Wildspace by Rhanloi ~•~ Rise of Tiamat by SteveThaiBinh ~•~ The Long Road currently by me
The halfling narrows his eyes at Erric. "Hillfall?" he asks in Halfling, curiosity creeping into the tone of his voice. He looks the bard up and down, then settles on his face once again. "Any relation to Wender Hillfall?"
During the short exchange on the porch, Ebokk climbs out of the carriage after Anafrey and squints up at the rain. He turns and addresses Jarvis as the coachman assists Eilikasys, who has donned a gold-embroidered hooded cloak. "Thank you, Jarvis. The ride was excellent. I'm sorry about the rain. We'll stop in Waterdeep on our return so I can send a message containing our anticipated return date." The dwarf and half-elf say their good-byes, and Ebokk begins trudging down the road toward the docks, the gnome gliding along beside him.
"Uncle Wender! One of my favorite people. Do you know him? I hope he's treated you well?"
Erric is smiling but still subtly still walking away from the shop with Jambiya. He's all of a suddenly found a reason to get going to the ship, which is a shock for him because he would love to go dry off in the tavern.
Maldorn lets Anafrey catch up to him during the walk and, while looking around the grumpy faces staring at them, asks: “First time in Mantrelle? What is your take so far?”
As the party retreats toward the docks, Erric maintains eye contact with the halfling for a bit until he finally turns away when the halfling doesn't respond to his comments about "Uncle Wender" except to narrow his eyes just a little bit more.
Ebokk and Eilikasys seem to know where they are going, and as the group gets closer to the docks, they can make out several small fishing vessels. They pass the final building — a tall, but slender house — and spot a larger ship docked at the end. It has two masts, a full deck, a small quarterdeck, and looks to have a good sized lower deck. The hull is painted a dark color — maybe navy or black. From a distance, it doesn't look like anyone is on deck.
"That it?" Erric says, pointing at the ship and looking at Ebokk. "Should we go aboard without permission? Though you were supposed to request that but no one's out in the rain."
To his companions, a bit quieter, he says, "anyone ever been on a ship before?"
"Not ever," Jambiya admits. "I was out on a lake once, in a rowboat, with Grumpy Pops, but I have to say I don't think it is the same. Are we really not supposed to come on if there's nobody there?"
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. Here's my D&D stuff. I love it so.
Campaign links for Game Log access because DDB has abandoned the forum dice roller, apparently.
Radiant Citadel by cbaer8 ~•~ Stormwreck Isle by Rforrest14 ~•~ Wildspace by Rhanloi ~•~ Rise of Tiamat by SteveThaiBinh ~•~ The Long Road currently by me
“Once or twice,” Maldorn says. “I prefer solid ground.” The old man doesn’t want to speak too much at the moment, knowing from experience that they are not welcome here.
OOC: If anyone ever feels like I'm moving too quickly or too slowly, feel free to holler.
The group moves onto the well-maintained docks, their boots clunking loudly. (Except for the gnome, who seemingly moves without noise.) The larger ship logically sinks deeper into the water than the small fishing boats, so it is moored at the end of the longest dock, which has been raised half way down to be higher off the water than the other docks. The group marches along, Ebokk and Eilikasys at the front, Erric and Jambiya behind, then Maldorn, then a hunched Anafrey. A fairly steady, but not vicious wind is creating small white peeks on the choppy water. The Nightshade is rocking slightly. Creaking boards as well as the rhythmic thump thump of the smaller boats tugging against their ropes can be heard over the rumble of the rain.
When Ebokk and Eilikasys are even with the boat, Ebokk turns his face up into the rain, dons his shield and begins banging the front of it with an ornate warhammer. "Ahoy!" he calls. The wham wham is surprisingly loud in a world muffled by the hum of the rain.
After a minute or so, a human torso peers at the side of the ship, looking down in annoyance. The man is dressed in a quickly-darkening white shirt, and a dark rag covers the top of his head, though quite a bit more dark hair hangs to his shoulders. Almost immediately, the man turns back toward the quarterdeck and yells, "It's the captain!" He then disappears, and shortly after, a plank is extended from a break in the rail and lowered to the dock. It has a kind of makeshift railing attached on one side. That is to say the plank has two posts attached at each end and a thick rope is tied between each post. The man returns to the rail to watch. On the other side of the break, a much burlier, bald-headed human man steps up to look down at the party. Though his head is bald, from his chin drapes a thick, black beard, which in the darkness, quickly becomes indistinguishable from the thick mat of black hair which covers his entire upper torso and arms, which are exposed, as he is wearing nothing above the waist. His arms are folded over his thick chest.
"Bosun Grout," Ebokk calls happily. The dwarf has stowed his equipment and is leading Eilikasys toward the foot of the plank.
The four newcomers are watching the end of the plank slide forward and back as the ship rocks. It looks alarmingly not safe, but the dwarf and the gnome do not hesitate.
"I trust all is well," Ebokk says. "Permission to come aboard."
"The captain doesn't need permission," Grout responds patiently in a husky, yet very easy to hear and understand voice.
As Ebokk holds out a hand to aid Eilikasys, not responding to Grout, she waves him away and times her steps onto the plank and hurries up, not seeming to have any trouble. She disappears onto the ship and Ebokk turns to look at the party. "I'm sure experienced adventurers like yourselves won't have any trouble. Who's next?"
OOC: The top of the plank is probably four feet higher than the dock, and it is about eight feet from the dock to the deck. So, it's at about a 25 degree angle. Go ahead and roll an acrobatics check as you board. Anafrey, if you're drunk, roll at disadvantage.
(OOC: I like the faster pace! I think we can speak up if we're trying to RP something a bit more heavily and a slowdown is warranted. Just one halfling's opinion!)
Erric's been trying to huddle himself down in his cloak to stay dry pretty unsuccessfully on the walk down the dock. As he gets closer to the ship, his eyes brighten a bit, a sense of adventure beginning to radiate off him as his steps quicken just a bit. "Now that looks like a proper pirate ship ready for adventure," he mutters to himself, smiling despite the awful weather.
He listens, uncharacteristically quietly, to the exchange with the crew. Watching Eilikasys take the gangplank with aplomb, he says, "Easy enough! I'm pretty much an old salt myself. Did I ever tell you about the buckles I swashed with Captain..." and whatever else he says disappears into the wind as he turns to mount the gangplank and scurries up to the ship.
Acrobatics 19
Maldorn remains mostly quiet for now. With a “Humph,” he makes his way up the gangplank.
Acrobatics: 21
He then offers a hand backward to whoever judges they need some help.
[ooc : I'm going to say that Anafrey has slept it off by now.]
Anafrey slowly makes her way up the gangplank with a groan, her hands rubbing her temples.
acrobatics : 17
~♡~
Jambiya is secretly a little worried about this boat ride, since she’s never been on one, and feels most at home when she is rooted on the ground. With a little trepidation, she watches the others scoot up the plank, then goes for it herself.
Dexterity (Acrobatics): 23
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. Here's my D&D stuff. I love it so.
Campaign links for Game Log access because DDB has abandoned the forum dice roller, apparently.
Radiant Citadel by cbaer8 ~•~ Stormwreck Isle by Rforrest14 ~•~ Wildspace by Rhanloi ~•~ Rise of Tiamat by SteveThaiBinh ~•~ The Long Road currently by me
Each of the four party members deftly climbs the gang plank as Ebokk watches with a kind of pride. He brings up the rear, stepping onto the deck and looking around at everyone gathered there like it's his birthday. Currently, the four party members, Bosun Grout, the unnamed sailor with the shoulder-length hair, and Ebokk are on deck. Eilikasys appears to have escaped the rain. Bosun Grout and the unnamed sailor are unabashedly scrutinizing the party.
"Bosun Grout, please allow me to introduce my hired landing party." He smiles at Erric, pauses, then chuckles self consciously. "Well, I'm afraid I can't. Why don't you each introduce yourselves," he says, making a sweeping gesture with one arm.
“I am Maldorn Whitehare, and this is Sagitta.” The old ranger says, shacking the water from his shoulders as best as he can. “I am a ranger of the woods, and a hunter of beasts. Apart from some fishing, I am currently out of my element. I trust your skillful sailing hands will be able to pick up my slack.”
Erric gives Ebokk a generous, knowing look.
"Ahoy there! My name is Erric Hillfall, a humble bard, adventurer, and run-of-the-mill manufacturer of derring-do. I'm ready for anything and very excited to be back out on the water, among fellow old salts. Hoist the mizzenmast and batten abeam the brass monkey! Ah, the Nightshade feels worthy keeping pace with the Sea Sprite itself!"
He walks forward across the deck with a hilarious and frankly rejuvenating amount of bravado (and just a hint of a stutter-step as the latest wave jostles the ship). He gently casts minor illusion to boost his diatribe (which, if you're not familiar with sailing terms, is WILDLY inaccurate and also way out over his skis when it comes to tossing around the name of Deudermont's ship) with an happy accordion tune playing a homebrewed sea shanty that is, yes, completely unnecessary, but also very well done and far too catchy to just dismiss with a typical sailor's grunt/eye roll. (Performance: 16)
He does a small approximation a general inspection of various knots, spars, and bulwarks, and quietly says to himself, "these yards are manned" with a self-satisfied nod. "Now where are we berthing on this fine vessel?"
(I should add that Erric is still making his way through the world with a new collection of empty waterskins orbiting his personage, and while he's a graceful chap, they and their jostling aren't doing him many favors.)