'Kay goes to shake Una's hand and seeing the woman turn suddenly, pulls her hand back to smooth her hair, which makes her remember that there are bits of dried blood sticking her hair together. Suddenly feeling very uncomfortable, she turns to Sharthope and A'ro and executes a short curtsy, turning her back on the table just as Unawalyn proceeds to vomit all over the floor. The horrid noise makes Kay jump a few feet toward Vergil, but she doesn't look back, instead electing to approach the ill-tempered bar keep instead.'
"Hello, good eve... er... is it morning already? Nevermind, do y'know where Lorana or Beril have run off to perchance? Was hoping they might show m'too my hab... habita... habitulations for the evening." 'Kay manages a tired and sheepish smile. A small yawn comes from her belt pouch and Kay's orange eyes grow wide as she does her best to cover, opening her mouth wide and exaggerating a long extended stretch.
A’ro just watches as Kay stands up and Una comes to the table “Aye Kay, you got a big day ahead of you. That’s awesome Una!” as she proceeds to lose her insides on the floor he just looks at Kay “Well, first lesson of being shipmates. Would you mind if she crashes in your room tonight – would hate for her to vomit and choke on it. Plus, it’ll be good bonding for you two.”
He just knelt beside Una and rubbed her back a little “I think yo’ve had a en’ugh for the rest of the night Una. Why don’t you go and rest with Kay.”
He just looks back to Eamon and smiles, this one unlike his other, it is soft and delicate as if not to damage the answer as it slips from his lips“True freedom mate – that’s the answer, free of charge.”
Una turns her head to A'ro, snot and vomit slowliny trickling down her nose and the corner of her mouth that curls into a smile"OK."her smile turns to a puzzled frown " who's Kay." Una looks up to where kay was as Kay walks over to the dwarf barkeep "gotta stay with kay gotta stay with kay" she continues to mumbles this as she props herself up by putting her hands into her own sick so that she can push herself to her feet and stumbles after kay "WHERE ARE SLEEPING?" una turns and looks to A'ro "You still owe me a dance" She squints and points her vomit covered finger at A'ro "Good thing i will see you on the ship, we dance later on boat maybe" as her ability to speak properly slowly fades she just stumbles about and heads towards the door of the prancing pirate completley forgetting about following Kay
'The hour is now late, midnight beckoning near at hand. The noise levels in the common room have abated somewhat, as many of the sailors who were present earlier have made their way elsewhere or fallen asleep drunk where they sat.
Vergil is in the process of kicking awake some of the drunks to tell them they can't sleep in his common room when Bosun Drannick whistles at the gnarled innkeep, shaking his head in the 'negative' as he tosses him a small, but by the sound of it full, pouch of coin, which the barkeep manages to catch with only a minor juggle.
Opening the pouch but apparently satisfied with the contents, the innkeep just shrugs and walks back to the bar, happy enough to let the drunks lie where they may, many in puddles of spilt rum or far less savoury fluids.'
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Dang, I knew I should of had the Captain proclaim this at the outset! Officer pay's four gold a day, that's one-hundred and twenty a month for those who struggle doin' the sums... which seein' as yer going going to be readin' our maps and charts, I honestly hope doesn't inclue you, Kestrell."
"No, Mam, I can do quite a bit of math. But, as you yourself mentioned, there is no crewman aboard ship more important than the navigator, and it does come with a great deal of responsibility. Not only that, but I do have some other skills that can come in handy when we've been at sea for many a week, the crew is rowdy, and god-forbid, we are out of rum rations. Knowing all that, I think five gold per day is a reasonable fee for my talents."
'Hearing Captain Aundrey say something about packing up for the night and getting some shut eye, First Mate E'strue is in the process of turning away from Kestrell when what he is asking for appears to dawns on the muscled veteran sailor. With deliberate slowness, she turns back to fix the freshly appointed navigator with a stare as pointed as any rapier.'
"Well... well, well... I suppose that I have to be givin' ye credit for havin' the minimals to ask, what with ye office bein' newer than the good Captain's beard an' all..."
'For the briefest of moments Kestrell sees something outright threatening and dangerous in this woman's eyes, like an untended cauldron left to boil too long, on a flame too large, in a space too small. And for those briefest of moments, more like a single longgg moment really, an inner voice inside the bard warns caution, if not outright retreat... but then the First Mate blinks, and the look is gone, replaced by what might be an odd mixture of slight admiration married with slight dissapointment, as she leans toward the slightly taller man, whispering,'
"The responsibility comes with the title, true, but the respect ye got to earn, young... unproven... new... ship's navigator, Kestrell.
As of yet, ye haven't proved shit, minstrel, beyond knowin' the names of a few places on the shore and that ye've been lucky enough to sail with good sailors, who were likely better men than ye, what, seein' as they fought to the end and went down with their ship... and yet 'ere ye stand, whole and hale, green as the piss that wretch Vergil likely put in yer whiskey, speaking to me of toppling one of the greatest pirates to sail the Trackless Sea."
'Leaning back, and continuing in a less overtly aggressive tone, perhaps to take the sting out of her words, she continues in a tired voice,'
"Prove yerself aboard the Shark, Kestrell, in all the ways ye say ye will and more besides... and then come talk to me of increased wages."
'The First Mate turns away, clearly done with the conversation, and helps the Captain to pack up the table - the Captain who apparently heard none of the exchange but raises an eyebrow at E'strue as she joins him.
Bosun Drannick has just acquired a new cask of rum, which he taps, pouring some onto the floor as he mutters something to himself, before tucking it under his arm and calling out,'
"Riggin' rats, sail monkeys, gunners, deck hands and all other non-officers are to be gathered either outside this buildin'or waiting at the town gates at dawn! Unless ye've been told otherwise, all officers are spected to meet upon the deck of the Shark shortly thereafter. She's the only seventy-foot long Caravel docked at present, so we trust ye'll be able to find 'er!
If any of ye aren't where yer meant to be when yer s'possed t'be... Well, I let yer imagination's fill in the gaps. Night laddies and lasses!"
'The Captain and his two senior officers leave the tavern to mixed cheers, calls of acknowledgement and drunken snores.
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'Not getting the answers she seeks, and needing a bath and rest besides, Kay pushes out her seat and stands to stretch and yawn, her cloak opening up to reveal her too large clothes and tight belt, hefty pouch, daggers, short blades and all. Finishing her stretch, she quickly closes and cinches her cloak, then tucks a stray hair behind her ear looking around.'
"Master Sharthorpe," 'She extends a hand by way of parting' "m'sincere gratitude for the meal, wine, bath and room. I hate to end our conversation, but it is getting a bit er... early I s'pose, and m'feelin' awful knackered. Might uh... might y'know where the barmaids ran off to? I wonder if they might show me to my quarters for the evening. M'happy to help with drawing a bath and the like, if only someone might show me where."
'Kay gives A'ro look as though she thinks he may have gone soft in the head, but shrugs and goes back to looking for the missing barmaids.'
insight : 14 [ooc : to understand what A'ro is up to]
[ooc : Kay will wait for Sharthorpe's response, then bid good night to both gentlemen before going over to Vergil to inquire as to where Lorana and Berilmay have run off to.]
'Peering around the room, Kay does not lay eyes on either of the Pirate's two barmaids.
Mr Sharthorpe takes Kay's extended hand, though instead of shaking it, he kisses it gently in the sort of gentelmanly fashion that Kay's mother and some of the women she'd worked with had joked a certain type of hero might do, were one to come to come gallantly riding in to sweep them off their feet and away to a kinder life. Somehow though, the memory of what those world-weary women dreamily said would happen and what this actual experience was like could not have been any more incongruous.'
"I'm afraid I'm not sure where they are, my dear. Out the back taking care of cleaning or somesuch, I would imagine. I leave the day-to-day mundane functions of the bar in Vergil's barely competant hands. And yes, to both your asked and unasked questions - I'm sure that Lorana would be only to happy to draw a bath and... assist you as needed. She is quite adept at such things, I assure you.'
'As Kay stands to take her leave, withdrawing her hand from the cloying grasp of Mr Sharthorpe, the man wishes her a good night, pouring the last of the bottle on the table into his glass. As he saviours first the aroma of the vintage, then the taste, the man's piercing eyes go back to studying the bar's other occupants.'
'Kay goes to shake Una's hand and seeing the woman turn suddenly, pulls her hand back to smooth her hair, which makes her remember that there are bits of dried blood sticking her hair together. Suddenly feeling very uncomfortable, she turns to Sharthope and A'ro and executes a short curtsy, turning her back on the table just as Unawalyn proceeds to vomit all over the floor. The horrid noise makes Kay jump a few feet toward Vergil, but she doesn't look back, instead electing to approach the ill-tempered bar keep instead.'
"Hello, good eve... er... is it morning already? Nevermind, do y'know where Lorana or Beril have run off to perchance? Was hoping they might show m'too my hab... habita... habitulations for the evening." 'Kay manages a tired and sheepish smile. A small yawn comes from her belt pouch and Kay's orange eyes grow wide as she does her best to cover, opening her mouth wide and exaggerating a long extended stretch.
"So tired, even m'stomach appears to be yawning."
'Seeing that most everyone has had their fill for the night, Vergil is in the process of glancing around the common room with a very displeased look on his face, when Kay approaches. The perpetually sneering man raises his one remaining functional eye and spits out,'
"Wurl, deys nit 'ere, ar dey? Lukin' ter find 'em mezelf... an den der'l be trubble!
'The grizzled dwarf looks to the door behind the bar, but then glances over to the stairway in the room's NE corner. Pulling a large iron key from out of his dirty tunic, he holds it out for the young woman to take.'
"Yer rumm be up dere, ind o'da houl, lift, ta da lift! Niss rumm, neks ta da bozz'z."
'Vergil says the last with a knowing leer and nod towards Kay's torso, before turning to stomp back to open and move through the door behind the bar... cursing in his own near inexplicable tongue the entire way.'
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'Kay takes her key from Vergil, looking at him quizzically, then runs to catch Una before the drunk woman barges out the door. She grabs one of Una's arms and pulls it over her shoulder and strains to support and/or drag the drunk woman back towards the staiwell.'"No no, Una. Our friend A'ro says y're to stay with me. G... gods y'stink worse than fish guts. I get the first bath y'hear? Master Sharthorpe says we're to have the best room in the house. We'll find Miss Beril and Miss Lorana to fetch us s trough for y'ta spill your guts into, but y'sleep by the window hmm? Miss Beril?! Miss Lorana?! Now where did those ladies run off to?"
'Kay shrugs and starts heading for the stairs, giving a mock salute to A'ro, and calling for Beril and Lorana one or two more times before starting the climb.'
'Both barmaids exit the storage room as Vaken finishes sweeping up the floor. Lorana has clearly been crying, as evidenced by the streaks on her cheeks and the supportive arm of Beril draped comfortingly about her shoulders. They both look up and see Vaken at the same time, and smiles paint both faces as Beril speaks first,'
"Ahh, there you are you big kindhearted oaf. I hope that you're happy, leavin' poor Lorana in a mess like this..."
'Seeing the puzzled or possibly hurt expression on Vaken's face, Beril's tone softens somewhat and she sighs, before saying apologetically,'
"No, that's not fair, you've done nothin' to deserve our ire, havin' always been nice and fair to us, nicer and fairer than most everyman who's come through this place in the last five years, at least.
So I told the boss, you know, the real boss that is, that'n your leavin'. Thought I'd beat that cur Vergin to the punch, maybe even get him in trouble somehow, seein' as your food is more'n half the reason folks eat here to begin with. But Eamon don't care, the black hearted grey fox that he is. Poor Lorana, she's..."
'Beril's usually square shoulders slump ever so slightly, the clearest and only indication that Vaken's ever seen of the ever-resiliant barmaids spirits flagging.'
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'Challenge accepted, first mate! Kestrell thinks to himself as she turns away.''
'Kestrell walks up to Vergil after the captain, bosun and first mate have left:'
"One more whiskey please! And do you have any rooms left for the night? I meant to take care of this earlier, but got swept up in the events of the evening! I'll just be needing the one night, as tomorrow I'll be on board the fine caravel Shore Shark!"
Virtoris will watch the excitement die down after the girl named Kay is released. seeing that the place was getting back to normal, he will order a room and retire to his quarters. It's been a trying journey and he had work to do tomorrow. He was excited about landing a spot on the ship, and as the ship's mage to boot! That he was to be entrusted with such a duty was an honor, but it was also frankly terrifying.
He was well learned, but only because he was well taught. His father saw to that. Once his dad realized the potential Virt had he made sure to show him the ways of his people, even if they were not Virt's own. He excelled at it, his large hands making the smallest objects. It gave Virtoris pride, it did. And now, he had some more pride. He was a real sailor now, not just tagging along with his dad and uncle on their small skiffs.
As he got to his room, he opened the door and went straight for the bed. He was tired. These past few weeks were tiring. Finding his father alive was a gods-send. But deciding to leave and do something about it...that was hard. He loved his adopted family. they treated him like one of their own and were good folk. That's why Virt is doing this. To protect the families such as his that can't protect themselves.
He closed his eyes, listening to the sounds of the water crashing against the shore. The slow roll of the symphony of the ocean, sending the sounds of its slow chaos churning and waiting to embrace him when morning came. To be out there, that's all he ever wanted. And that's what he thought of as his eyes became so heavy they didn't open again, with his deep breaths turning to snores as he fell into a blissful and much-needed sleep.
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"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
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Vaken looks at the ladies and his heart goes out to them. "How can I help?" he thinks to himself.
"I've only been here a short while an I realize that working for Vergil isn't something I want to do. And it seems obvious neither of you are keen on it either. Why stay? Surly there are other jobs around Rumbottom that you could do? Or leave! There are other ports. Other places. I know leaving one's home ain't easy, I've done it myself. And y'all could do it together."
Persuasion to convince them to leave Vergil's employ (come on broom, don't fail me!): 16
'Challenge accepted, first mate! Kestrell thinks to himself as she turns away.''
'Kestrell walks up to Vergil after the captain, bosun and first mate have left:'
"One more whiskey please! And do you have any rooms left for the night? I meant to take care of this earlier, but got swept up in the events of the evening! I'll just be needing the one night, as tomorrow I'll be on board the fine caravel Shore Shark!"
[OOC] Kestrell make a [/skill] perception [/skill] check. If you get 10 or more you can read the spoiler:
'As you turn towards the bar, you catch sight of the dirty dwarven innkeep spitting into glasses and then half-heartedly wiping them out, before placing them under the counter or on the shelf behind the bar. He lifts his head and eyes (singular) up the approaching bard with a tight, unpleasant looking grin.'
'As Kestrell approaches the bar, having to step back over the still snoring form of Nubrel who has wrapped himself around the base of a stool in somehow. Hearing the viol player call for more whiskey, Vergil reaches for a glass he was just putting away and the same bottle he'd poured from earlier in the night. The dwarf pours a measure and responds,'
"Bar tabz funishd. Wun siver far da drunk, anuda far da rimm! Un a dun kar wur ya slip timura!!!"
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D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
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A'ro stands up watching Una make her way to Kay and then the two girls go upstair 'This is sure gonna be one hell of a crew.'
He just sat back down at the table, this time opposite the Eamon and just looked around at all the drunks, either still drinking or passed out by now. He just sipped his rum enjoying the moment. Instinctively he raised a glass to all his new crew mates, not caring if any heard "May ya live as long as ya want, and never want as long as ya live."He didn't know if Eamon had grasped what he said about true freedom - but he also didn't really care. Tomorrow he would be back out on the sea, enjoying life to its fullest.
'Kay takes her key from Vergil, looking at him quizzically, then runs to catch Una before the drunk woman barges out the door. She grabs one of Una's arms and pulls it over her shoulder and strains to support and/or drag the drunk woman back towards the staiwell.'"No no, Una. Our friend A'ro says y're to stay with me. G... gods y'stink worse than fish guts. I get the first bath y'hear? Master Sharthorpe says we're to have the best room in the house. We'll find Miss Beril and Miss Lorana to fetch us s trough for y'ta spill your guts into, but y'sleep by the window hmm? Miss Beril?! Miss Lorana?! Now where did those ladies run off to?"
'Kay shrugs and starts heading for the stairs, giving a mock salute to A'ro, and calling for Beril and Lorana one or two more times before starting the climb.'
strength : 15
'Calling out and glancing about the common room, you see no sign of Beril or Lorana. You've actually begun your trudge upstairs carting the skunk-drunk and god-awful smelling Una with you, having now adjusted your stance for the additional weight of the woman, when you cast a last glance over your shoulder and spy the partially ajar door to the kitchen behind the bar. Movement catches your eye. Was that the large cook you caught a glimpse of... speaking with a familiar shapely feminine figure?'
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"Thank you Vergil. What was that last part, I didn't quite catch it?"
'Kestrell hands Vergil 3 silvers, and starts to sip his whiskey.'
"Nubrel, hey Nubrel, wake up. You can share my room for the night. And I got the position of Navigator on the Shore Shark! We'll be serving together again!"
'Seeing the cook speaking with a woman, Kay assumes that the staff are speaking back in the kitchen. Hefting Una precariously by the arm, Kay carefully pulls the other woman toward the kitchen and pokes her head in. Una's arm comes with her and hangs over one of Kay's shoulders, the rest of Una waiting outside the kitchen door.'
"Hello... um... cook? Remind me your name please?"'She waits for his answer, then nods,'"Right. Have you seen Beril or Lorana? Una here and I will be sharing one of the rooms,"'she waves Una's arm at them'"and would like to have a bath if t'ist too much trouble. M'happy to help draw one, if someone might uh... show me the way?"
'She's starting to sweat from the strain of carrying the other woman, causing some of the dried blood to glisten on her cheek.'
As he got to his room, he opened the door and went straight for the bed. He was tired. These past few weeks were tiring. Finding his father alive was a gods-send. But deciding to leave and do something about it...that was hard. He loved his adopted family. they treated him like one of their own and were good folk. That's why Virt is doing this. To protect the families such as his that can't protect themselves.
[OOC] Virtoris perception check. If you get a score of 10 or more, you can read the spoiler:
'Opening your room's door, you catch a glimpse of movement coming from near the base of the bed, atop the room's sole chair.'
[OOC] Ignore the first 'action' sentence below the spoiler box.
'Entering the room, Virt is in the process of getting ready for bed when a familiar rich voice, with a rolling burr to it, pipes up and almost causes the unprepared man to leap atop the nearby bed-side table.'
"Err, sorry I am to botha ye again for'n the secon' time in a day, Mr Fishflower, an doubly sorry I am to be botharin' you by intrudin' into yer room n'all, but I was hopin' that I could be askin' a favour of ye. I would'a never done such a thing, but it's only... I haven't any real choice in the matter."
'The gnome-raised Vedalken recognises the gnomish father from downstairs, the curley headed gnomish man who'd recognised him and invited him to sit, eat and drink with his young family, and who had also spoken up on Virt's behalf to the Cove Warden, when Virt himself was speaking up on behalf of the condemned girl. Yentil Burleyworth... that was his name. Father of an almost-grown son, Lufit, and a barely-knee high lass, Meevis.
Most of their time together this evening had been spent swapping tales of when Yentil had known Remy somewhat back in 'the good old days', though Yentil had mentioned that he was a cooper, working at both the local molases refinery and rum distilery. When Virt had politely enquired why Yentil would bring his young daughter into a place like the Prancing Pirate, the gnome had mentioned something about problems and opportunity, but hadn't gotten to finish before the whole furor with Gaut's murder had unfolded.'
"Ye see, goodman Virtoris, I'm barely makin' enough to cover the payments on our home and put enough food on our plates. Dubol Ambersap ain't no tyrant, least not by a fair man's measure, but neither does she seem to care overly fer the troubles of folk lowly as meself and me kin.
When the call went our fer the Shark's crew though, I knew me opportunity to do better by me young'ens had come. I'm a deft carpenter, as good with chisel and plane as any in these parts I'd wager, if'n I was the wager'n type, which I ain't, but only...
It's that superstitious Bosun, ya see. When I spoke to the Captain, he'd all but said yes to takin' me aboard. The First Mate was a tad sketchy, what with her bein' local to these waters and our folk lore, and me bein' a gnome an all, but she was about to agree with the Captain... until Bosun Drannick had sworn he'd leave the ship and have no more to do with the endeavour if'n they took me on.
Well, I was hopin', seeing as you're now Ship's Mage and all, and a goodly lad of the even goodlier Remi Fishflower... that ye might intercede on me behalf with yer fellow officers, just to secure me a berth aboard ship, where I swear by Yondalla herself, I'll make'em all bless the day they took this gnome aboard! I mean... if'n you were able and would do such a thing for a desperate gnome that ye barely know..."
D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
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Perception: 20
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"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
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As he got to his room, he opened the door and went straight for the bed. He was tired. These past few weeks were tiring. Finding his father alive was a gods-send. But deciding to leave and do something about it...that was hard. He loved his adopted family. they treated him like one of their own and were good folk. That's why Virt is doing this. To protect the families such as his that can't protect themselves.
[OOC] Virtoris perception check. If you get a score of 10 or more, you can read the spoiler:
'Opening your room's door, you catch a glimpse of movement coming from near the base of the bed, atop the room's sole chair.'
[OOC] Ignore the first 'action' sentence below the spoiler box.
'Entering the room, Virt is in the process of getting ready for bed when a familiar rich voice, with a rolling burr to it, pipes up and almost causes the unprepared man to leap atop the nearby bed-side table.'
"Err, sorry I am to botha ye again for'n the secon' time in a day, Mr Fishflower, an doubly sorry I am to be botharin' you by intrudin' into yer room n'all, but I was hopin' that I could be askin' a favour of ye. I would'a never done such a thing, but it's only... I haven't any real choice in the matter."
'The gnome-raised Vedalken recognises the gnomish father from downstairs, the curley headed gnomish man who'd recognised him and invited him to sit, eat and drink with his young family, and who had also spoken up on Virt's behalf to the Cove Warden, when Virt himself was speaking up on behalf of the condemned girl. Yentil Burleyworth... that was his name. Father of an almost-grown son, Lufit, and a barely-knee high lass, Meevis.
Most of their time together this evening had been spent swapping tales of when Yentil had known Remy somewhat back in 'the good old days', though Yentil had mentioned that he was a cooper, working at both the local molases refinery and rum distilery. When Virt had politely enquired why Yentil would bring his young daughter into a place like the Prancing Pirate, the gnome had mentioned something about problems and opportunity, but hadn't gotten to finish before the whole furor with Gaut's murder had unfolded.'
"Ye see, goodman Virtoris, I'm barely makin' enough to cover the payments on our home and put enough food on our plates. Dubol Ambersap ain't no tyrant, least not by a fair man's measure, but neither does she seem to care overly fer the troubles of folk lowly as meself and me kin.
When the call went our fer the Shark's crew though, I knew me opportunity to do better by me young'ens had come. I'm a deft carpenter, as good with chisel and plane as any in these parts I'd wager, if'n I was the wager'n type, which I ain't, but only...
It's that superstitious Bosun, ya see. When I spoke to the Captain, he'd all but said yes to takin' me aboard. The First Mate was a tad sketchy, what with her bein' local to these waters and our folk lore, and me bein' a gnome an all, but she was about to agree with the Captain... until Bosun Drannick had sworn he'd leave the ship and have no more to do with the endeavour if'n they took me on.
Well, I was hopin', seeing as you're now Ship's Mage and all, and a goodly lad of the even goodlier Remi Fishflower... that ye might intercede on me behalf with yer fellow officers, just to secure me a berth aboard ship, where I swear by Yondalla herself, I'll make'em all bless the day they took this gnome aboard! I mean... if'n you were able and would do such a thing for a desperate gnome that ye barely know..."
Virt walks into the room, ready to meet the Sandman and pay his toll, yet, to his surprise there was someone waiting for him. Seeing the fellow that he met earlier didn't make the encounter anymore shocking, but his quick words cut Virtoris to his core. He understood well the prejudice against gnome kind. His father, as skilled as he was struggled for many a year before ever landing a birth on a local ship.
"Aye, I don't know if they would listen. I swear, on me word and on me blood, I will look into, ye have me word... It's the least I can do, friend. After you put yer neck on the line fer me and yer kind words. Good folk knows good folk." Virt walks to the bed and sat down. It wasn't too soft, a little rough with a coarse blanket. Just what he needed before making bunk on the Shore Shark. "I know all too well why gnomes are frowned upon. Superstitious folk see omens and signs in the stories and tales they know. If I can't get ye a job, or see about a second look over...I might have an idea. Me dad, he's not doing so well right now. Aye, he would wave it off, ye know him. Strong-willed, he is. Stubborn is more like it. Would ye be willing to go to my home and help my dad and ma out? They could use a hand and also, there is work back home. Especially after those dogs attacked, many good people could use a hand rebuilding."
Virt already knew that his dad was too stubborn to ask for help, but he wouldn't turn down someone that his son sent to him. He would have him help, pay him the works worth, and make sure he and his daughter and son had food in their belly and a roof over their heads. It wasn't ideal, but it was better than starving, it was.
"What do ye say?"
((OOG Also, Insight on this fella... just to be cautious. lol 9 ))
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
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'Kay goes to shake Una's hand and seeing the woman turn suddenly, pulls her hand back to smooth her hair, which makes her remember that there are bits of dried blood sticking her hair together. Suddenly feeling very uncomfortable, she turns to Sharthope and A'ro and executes a short curtsy, turning her back on the table just as Unawalyn proceeds to vomit all over the floor. The horrid noise makes Kay jump a few feet toward Vergil, but she doesn't look back, instead electing to approach the ill-tempered bar keep instead.'
"Hello, good eve... er... is it morning already? Nevermind, do y'know where Lorana or Beril have run off to perchance? Was hoping they might show m'too my hab... habita... habitulations for the evening." 'Kay manages a tired and sheepish smile. A small yawn comes from her belt pouch and Kay's orange eyes grow wide as she does her best to cover, opening her mouth wide and exaggerating a long extended stretch.
"So tired, even m'stomach appears to be yawning."
~♡~
A’ro just watches as Kay stands up and Una comes to the table “Aye Kay, you got a big day ahead of you. That’s awesome Una!” as she proceeds to lose her insides on the floor he just looks at Kay “Well, first lesson of being shipmates. Would you mind if she crashes in your room tonight – would hate for her to vomit and choke on it. Plus, it’ll be good bonding for you two.”
He just knelt beside Una and rubbed her back a little “I think yo’ve had a en’ugh for the rest of the night Una. Why don’t you go and rest with Kay.”
He just looks back to Eamon and smiles, this one unlike his other, it is soft and delicate as if not to damage the answer as it slips from his lips“True freedom mate – that’s the answer, free of charge.”
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
Una turns her head to A'ro, snot and vomit slowliny trickling down her nose and the corner of her mouth that curls into a smile "OK." her smile turns to a puzzled frown " who's Kay."
Una looks up to where kay was as Kay walks over to the dwarf barkeep
"gotta stay with kay gotta stay with kay" she continues to mumbles this as she props herself up by putting her hands into her own sick so that she can push herself to her feet and stumbles after kay
"WHERE ARE SLEEPING?" una turns and looks to A'ro
"You still owe me a dance" She squints and points her vomit covered finger at A'ro "Good thing i will see you on the ship, we dance later on boat maybe" as her ability to speak properly slowly fades she just stumbles about and heads towards the door of the prancing pirate completley forgetting about following Kay
'The hour is now late, midnight beckoning near at hand. The noise levels in the common room have abated somewhat, as many of the sailors who were present earlier have made their way elsewhere or fallen asleep drunk where they sat.
Vergil is in the process of kicking awake some of the drunks to tell them they can't sleep in his common room when Bosun Drannick whistles at the gnarled innkeep, shaking his head in the 'negative' as he tosses him a small, but by the sound of it full, pouch of coin, which the barkeep manages to catch with only a minor juggle.
Opening the pouch but apparently satisfied with the contents, the innkeep just shrugs and walks back to the bar, happy enough to let the drunks lie where they may, many in puddles of spilt rum or far less savoury fluids.'
D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
Vassa Sunstar (half-drow bard) - Waterdeep Dragonheist
DM Ghosts of a Forgotten Land
DM Beyond the Bitter Shore
DM Echos of a Burning Crown
'Hearing Captain Aundrey say something about packing up for the night and getting some shut eye, First Mate E'strue is in the process of turning away from Kestrell when what he is asking for appears to dawns on the muscled veteran sailor. With deliberate slowness, she turns back to fix the freshly appointed navigator with a stare as pointed as any rapier.'
"Well... well, well... I suppose that I have to be givin' ye credit for havin' the minimals to ask, what with ye office bein' newer than the good Captain's beard an' all..."
'For the briefest of moments Kestrell sees something outright threatening and dangerous in this woman's eyes, like an untended cauldron left to boil too long, on a flame too large, in a space too small. And for those briefest of moments, more like a single longgg moment really, an inner voice inside the bard warns caution, if not outright retreat... but then the First Mate blinks, and the look is gone, replaced by what might be an odd mixture of slight admiration married with slight dissapointment, as she leans toward the slightly taller man, whispering,'
"The responsibility comes with the title, true, but the respect ye got to earn, young... unproven... new... ship's navigator, Kestrell.
As of yet, ye haven't proved shit, minstrel, beyond knowin' the names of a few places on the shore and that ye've been lucky enough to sail with good sailors, who were likely better men than ye, what, seein' as they fought to the end and went down with their ship... and yet 'ere ye stand, whole and hale, green as the piss that wretch Vergil likely put in yer whiskey, speaking to me of toppling one of the greatest pirates to sail the Trackless Sea."
'Leaning back, and continuing in a less overtly aggressive tone, perhaps to take the sting out of her words, she continues in a tired voice,'
"Prove yerself aboard the Shark, Kestrell, in all the ways ye say ye will and more besides... and then come talk to me of increased wages."
'The First Mate turns away, clearly done with the conversation, and helps the Captain to pack up the table - the Captain who apparently heard none of the exchange but raises an eyebrow at E'strue as she joins him.
Bosun Drannick has just acquired a new cask of rum, which he taps, pouring some onto the floor as he mutters something to himself, before tucking it under his arm and calling out,'
"Riggin' rats, sail monkeys, gunners, deck hands and all other non-officers are to be gathered either outside this buildin'or waiting at the town gates at dawn! Unless ye've been told otherwise, all officers are spected to meet upon the deck of the Shark shortly thereafter. She's the only seventy-foot long Caravel docked at present, so we trust ye'll be able to find 'er!
If any of ye aren't where yer meant to be when yer s'possed t'be... Well, I let yer imagination's fill in the gaps. Night laddies and lasses!"
'The Captain and his two senior officers leave the tavern to mixed cheers, calls of acknowledgement and drunken snores.
D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
Vassa Sunstar (half-drow bard) - Waterdeep Dragonheist
DM Ghosts of a Forgotten Land
DM Beyond the Bitter Shore
DM Echos of a Burning Crown
'Seeing that most everyone has had their fill for the night, Vergil is in the process of glancing around the common room with a very displeased look on his face, when Kay approaches. The perpetually sneering man raises his one remaining functional eye and spits out,'
"Wurl, deys nit 'ere, ar dey? Lukin' ter find 'em mezelf... an den der'l be trubble!
'The grizzled dwarf looks to the door behind the bar, but then glances over to the stairway in the room's NE corner. Pulling a large iron key from out of his dirty tunic, he holds it out for the young woman to take.'
"Yer rumm be up dere, ind o'da houl, lift, ta da lift! Niss rumm, neks ta da bozz'z."
'Vergil says the last with a knowing leer and nod towards Kay's torso, before turning to stomp back to open and move through the door behind the bar... cursing in his own near inexplicable tongue the entire way.'
D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
Vassa Sunstar (half-drow bard) - Waterdeep Dragonheist
DM Ghosts of a Forgotten Land
DM Beyond the Bitter Shore
DM Echos of a Burning Crown
'Kay takes her key from Vergil, looking at him quizzically, then runs to catch Una before the drunk woman barges out the door. She grabs one of Una's arms and pulls it over her shoulder and strains to support and/or drag the drunk woman back towards the staiwell.' "No no, Una. Our friend A'ro says y're to stay with me. G... gods y'stink worse than fish guts. I get the first bath y'hear? Master Sharthorpe says we're to have the best room in the house. We'll find Miss Beril and Miss Lorana to fetch us s trough for y'ta spill your guts into, but y'sleep by the window hmm? Miss Beril?! Miss Lorana?! Now where did those ladies run off to?"
'Kay shrugs and starts heading for the stairs, giving a mock salute to A'ro, and calling for Beril and Lorana one or two more times before starting the climb.'
strength : 15
investigation : 19 [ooc : posted from private chat]
~♡~
Too drunk to resist or even comprehend what is going Una just groans and mumbles as Kay carries her along
'Both barmaids exit the storage room as Vaken finishes sweeping up the floor. Lorana has clearly been crying, as evidenced by the streaks on her cheeks and the supportive arm of Beril draped comfortingly about her shoulders. They both look up and see Vaken at the same time, and smiles paint both faces as Beril speaks first,'
"Ahh, there you are you big kindhearted oaf. I hope that you're happy, leavin' poor Lorana in a mess like this..."
'Seeing the puzzled or possibly hurt expression on Vaken's face, Beril's tone softens somewhat and she sighs, before saying apologetically,'
"No, that's not fair, you've done nothin' to deserve our ire, havin' always been nice and fair to us, nicer and fairer than most everyman who's come through this place in the last five years, at least.
So I told the boss, you know, the real boss that is, that'n your leavin'. Thought I'd beat that cur Vergin to the punch, maybe even get him in trouble somehow, seein' as your food is more'n half the reason folks eat here to begin with. But Eamon don't care, the black hearted grey fox that he is. Poor Lorana, she's..."
'Beril's usually square shoulders slump ever so slightly, the clearest and only indication that Vaken's ever seen of the ever-resiliant barmaids spirits flagging.'
D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
Vassa Sunstar (half-drow bard) - Waterdeep Dragonheist
DM Ghosts of a Forgotten Land
DM Beyond the Bitter Shore
DM Echos of a Burning Crown
'Challenge accepted, first mate! Kestrell thinks to himself as she turns away.''
'Kestrell walks up to Vergil after the captain, bosun and first mate have left:'
"One more whiskey please! And do you have any rooms left for the night? I meant to take care of this earlier, but got swept up in the events of the evening! I'll just be needing the one night, as tomorrow I'll be on board the fine caravel Shore Shark!"
Virtoris will watch the excitement die down after the girl named Kay is released. seeing that the place was getting back to normal, he will order a room and retire to his quarters. It's been a trying journey and he had work to do tomorrow. He was excited about landing a spot on the ship, and as the ship's mage to boot! That he was to be entrusted with such a duty was an honor, but it was also frankly terrifying.
He was well learned, but only because he was well taught. His father saw to that. Once his dad realized the potential Virt had he made sure to show him the ways of his people, even if they were not Virt's own. He excelled at it, his large hands making the smallest objects. It gave Virtoris pride, it did. And now, he had some more pride. He was a real sailor now, not just tagging along with his dad and uncle on their small skiffs.
As he got to his room, he opened the door and went straight for the bed. He was tired. These past few weeks were tiring. Finding his father alive was a gods-send. But deciding to leave and do something about it...that was hard. He loved his adopted family. they treated him like one of their own and were good folk. That's why Virt is doing this. To protect the families such as his that can't protect themselves.
He closed his eyes, listening to the sounds of the water crashing against the shore. The slow roll of the symphony of the ocean, sending the sounds of its slow chaos churning and waiting to embrace him when morning came. To be out there, that's all he ever wanted. And that's what he thought of as his eyes became so heavy they didn't open again, with his deep breaths turning to snores as he fell into a blissful and much-needed sleep.
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
Vaken looks at the ladies and his heart goes out to them. "How can I help?" he thinks to himself.
"I've only been here a short while an I realize that working for Vergil isn't something I want to do. And it seems obvious neither of you are keen on it either. Why stay? Surly there are other jobs around Rumbottom that you could do? Or leave! There are other ports. Other places. I know leaving one's home ain't easy, I've done it myself. And y'all could do it together."
Persuasion to convince them to leave Vergil's employ (come on broom, don't fail me!): 16
Campaigns:
DM - Waterdeep Dragon Heist PbP
[OOC] Kestrell make a [/skill] perception [/skill] check. If you get 10 or more you can read the spoiler:
'As you turn towards the bar, you catch sight of the dirty dwarven innkeep spitting into glasses and then half-heartedly wiping them out, before placing them under the counter or on the shelf behind the bar. He lifts his head and eyes (singular) up the approaching bard with a tight, unpleasant looking grin.'
'As Kestrell approaches the bar, having to step back over the still snoring form of Nubrel who has wrapped himself around the base of a stool in somehow. Hearing the viol player call for more whiskey, Vergil reaches for a glass he was just putting away and the same bottle he'd poured from earlier in the night. The dwarf pours a measure and responds,'
"Bar tabz funishd. Wun siver far da drunk, anuda far da rimm! Un a dun kar wur ya slip timura!!!"
D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
Vassa Sunstar (half-drow bard) - Waterdeep Dragonheist
DM Ghosts of a Forgotten Land
DM Beyond the Bitter Shore
DM Echos of a Burning Crown
A'ro stands up watching Una make her way to Kay and then the two girls go upstair 'This is sure gonna be one hell of a crew.'
He just sat back down at the table, this time opposite the Eamon and just looked around at all the drunks, either still drinking or passed out by now. He just sipped his rum enjoying the moment. Instinctively he raised a glass to all his new crew mates, not caring if any heard "May ya live as long as ya want, and never want as long as ya live." He didn't know if Eamon had grasped what he said about true freedom - but he also didn't really care. Tomorrow he would be back out on the sea, enjoying life to its fullest.
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
'Calling out and glancing about the common room, you see no sign of Beril or Lorana. You've actually begun your trudge upstairs carting the skunk-drunk and god-awful smelling Una with you, having now adjusted your stance for the additional weight of the woman, when you cast a last glance over your shoulder and spy the partially ajar door to the kitchen behind the bar. Movement catches your eye. Was that the large cook you caught a glimpse of... speaking with a familiar shapely feminine figure?'
D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
Vassa Sunstar (half-drow bard) - Waterdeep Dragonheist
DM Ghosts of a Forgotten Land
DM Beyond the Bitter Shore
DM Echos of a Burning Crown
"Thank you Vergil. What was that last part, I didn't quite catch it?"
'Kestrell hands Vergil 3 silvers, and starts to sip his whiskey.'
"Nubrel, hey Nubrel, wake up. You can share my room for the night. And I got the position of Navigator on the Shore Shark! We'll be serving together again!"
'Seeing the cook speaking with a woman, Kay assumes that the staff are speaking back in the kitchen. Hefting Una precariously by the arm, Kay carefully pulls the other woman toward the kitchen and pokes her head in. Una's arm comes with her and hangs over one of Kay's shoulders, the rest of Una waiting outside the kitchen door.'
"Hello... um... cook? Remind me your name please?" 'She waits for his answer, then nods,' "Right. Have you seen Beril or Lorana? Una here and I will be sharing one of the rooms," 'she waves Una's arm at them' "and would like to have a bath if t'ist too much trouble. M'happy to help draw one, if someone might uh... show me the way?"
'She's starting to sweat from the strain of carrying the other woman, causing some of the dried blood to glisten on her cheek.'
~♡~
[OOC] Virtoris perception check. If you get a score of 10 or more, you can read the spoiler:
'Opening your room's door, you catch a glimpse of movement coming from near the base of the bed, atop the room's sole chair.'
[OOC] Ignore the first 'action' sentence below the spoiler box.
'Entering the room, Virt is in the process of getting ready for bed when a familiar rich voice, with a rolling burr to it, pipes up and almost causes the unprepared man to leap atop the nearby bed-side table.'
"Err, sorry I am to botha ye again for'n the secon' time in a day, Mr Fishflower, an doubly sorry I am to be botharin' you by intrudin' into yer room n'all, but I was hopin' that I could be askin' a favour of ye. I would'a never done such a thing, but it's only... I haven't any real choice in the matter."
'The gnome-raised Vedalken recognises the gnomish father from downstairs, the curley headed gnomish man who'd recognised him and invited him to sit, eat and drink with his young family, and who had also spoken up on Virt's behalf to the Cove Warden, when Virt himself was speaking up on behalf of the condemned girl. Yentil Burleyworth... that was his name. Father of an almost-grown son, Lufit, and a barely-knee high lass, Meevis.
Most of their time together this evening had been spent swapping tales of when Yentil had known Remy somewhat back in 'the good old days', though Yentil had mentioned that he was a cooper, working at both the local molases refinery and rum distilery. When Virt had politely enquired why Yentil would bring his young daughter into a place like the Prancing Pirate, the gnome had mentioned something about problems and opportunity, but hadn't gotten to finish before the whole furor with Gaut's murder had unfolded.'
"Ye see, goodman Virtoris, I'm barely makin' enough to cover the payments on our home and put enough food on our plates. Dubol Ambersap ain't no tyrant, least not by a fair man's measure, but neither does she seem to care overly fer the troubles of folk lowly as meself and me kin.
When the call went our fer the Shark's crew though, I knew me opportunity to do better by me young'ens had come. I'm a deft carpenter, as good with chisel and plane as any in these parts I'd wager, if'n I was the wager'n type, which I ain't, but only...
It's that superstitious Bosun, ya see. When I spoke to the Captain, he'd all but said yes to takin' me aboard. The First Mate was a tad sketchy, what with her bein' local to these waters and our folk lore, and me bein' a gnome an all, but she was about to agree with the Captain... until Bosun Drannick had sworn he'd leave the ship and have no more to do with the endeavour if'n they took me on.
Well, I was hopin', seeing as you're now Ship's Mage and all, and a goodly lad of the even goodlier Remi Fishflower... that ye might intercede on me behalf with yer fellow officers, just to secure me a berth aboard ship, where I swear by Yondalla herself, I'll make'em all bless the day they took this gnome aboard! I mean... if'n you were able and would do such a thing for a desperate gnome that ye barely know..."
D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
Vassa Sunstar (half-drow bard) - Waterdeep Dragonheist
DM Ghosts of a Forgotten Land
DM Beyond the Bitter Shore
DM Echos of a Burning Crown
Perception: 20
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
Virt walks into the room, ready to meet the Sandman and pay his toll, yet, to his surprise there was someone waiting for him. Seeing the fellow that he met earlier didn't make the encounter anymore shocking, but his quick words cut Virtoris to his core. He understood well the prejudice against gnome kind. His father, as skilled as he was struggled for many a year before ever landing a birth on a local ship.
"Aye, I don't know if they would listen. I swear, on me word and on me blood, I will look into, ye have me word... It's the least I can do, friend. After you put yer neck on the line fer me and yer kind words. Good folk knows good folk." Virt walks to the bed and sat down. It wasn't too soft, a little rough with a coarse blanket. Just what he needed before making bunk on the Shore Shark. "I know all too well why gnomes are frowned upon. Superstitious folk see omens and signs in the stories and tales they know. If I can't get ye a job, or see about a second look over...I might have an idea. Me dad, he's not doing so well right now. Aye, he would wave it off, ye know him. Strong-willed, he is. Stubborn is more like it. Would ye be willing to go to my home and help my dad and ma out? They could use a hand and also, there is work back home. Especially after those dogs attacked, many good people could use a hand rebuilding."
Virt already knew that his dad was too stubborn to ask for help, but he wouldn't turn down someone that his son sent to him. He would have him help, pay him the works worth, and make sure he and his daughter and son had food in their belly and a roof over their heads. It wasn't ideal, but it was better than starving, it was.
"What do ye say?"
((OOG Also, Insight on this fella... just to be cautious. lol 9 ))
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest