"Well, Zaretta, I look forward to seeing you and your leathers on board. Now if you'll excuse me, I must go talk to the good Captain."
'Kestrell extends his hand:' "I'm Kestrell, by the way. It was nice meeting you Zaretta."
"The pleasure's all mine, Singer."
'Zaretta smiles and nods in the direction of the Captain's table as she slams down another rum, this one brought to her by Beril, who merely locks gazes with the irrepresible sailor when the rigging rat turns to try a bawdy one liner on the maturer of Vergil's two barmaids.'
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A’ro just nodded as Kay gave the ‘give me a moment’ sign. He could understand wanting to thank a person who just saved your life – in fact that’s what he was trying to do right now.
When the voice rang out about getting the wounds looked at his attention turned to the brown haired man. His eyes fell on Vergil’s rapid movement to take care of the man and the lack of his colorful personality ‘Must be someone important or someone who scares the piss out of him – either way call me intrigued’ A’ro thought as the man continued to give advice. When the seat was offered, he smiled moving carefully as not to agitate his wounds.
“Thanks for the advice, sir. Are you Mister Eamon then?”he asked as a grimace of pain came from moving to sit in the chair “I should’ve been more careful, but I’ll definitely check out those healers in a bit – Gotta repay a debt first.” He said nursing the rum out of his mug “I’m A’ro by the way.” He said holding out his hand “Thanks for the seat.”
As Kay came over A’ro smiled, as his voice softened out of politeness “Excuse me for a second sir.”
He turned his head to Kay "I was indeed, I don't mean to be rude. Can you give me a minute quickly with this fellow, I just wanted to properly thank a beautiful and lucky lass for what she did for a complete stranger." he just gave her a friendly smile, turning his head back to the man "unless he doesn’t mind you taking one of the seats." Even though the pain, A’ro seemed to keep a natural charm about him when talking to people.
[OOC]: insight check into the man's intention and possible relationship with Vergil: 18
'Kestrell says goodbye to Zaretta then turns and surveys the room. Not seeing a big line at the captain's table he thinks 'Now is the time!'. Kestrell returns his viol to his back, straightens his tunic and cloak and walks over and introduces himself.':
"Hello Captain, I'm Kestrell Season. You handled that event quite well, sir. I think you made the right choice. You may have heard me playing a tune just a moment ago. In addition to making mirth and song, I have formal training as a navigator. I've become quite adept at it! Are you in need of a navigator's skills?"
A’ro just nodded as Kay gave the ‘give me a moment’ sign. He could understand wanting to thank a person who just saved your life – in fact that’s what he was trying to do right now.
When the voice rang out about getting the wounds looked at his attention turned to the brown haired man. His eyes fell on Vergil’s rapid movement to take care of the man and the lack of his colorful personality ‘Must be someone important or someone who scares the piss out of him – either way call me intrigued’ A’ro thought as the man continued to give advice. When the seat was offered, he smiled moving carefully as not to agitate his wounds.
“Thanks for the advice, sir. Are you Mister Eamon then?”he asked as a grimace of pain came from moving to sit in the chair “I should’ve been more careful, but I’ll definitely check out those healers in a bit – Gotta repay a debt first.” He said nursing the rum out of his mug “I’m A’ro by the way.” He said holding out his hand “Thanks for the seat.”
As Kay came over A’ro smiled, as his voice softened out of politeness “Excuse me for a second sir.”
He turned his head to Kay "I was indeed, I don't mean to be rude. Can you give me a minute quickly with this fellow, I just wanted to properly thank a beautiful and lucky lass for what she did for a complete stranger." he just gave her a friendly smile, turning his head back to the man "unless he doesn’t mind you taking one of the seats." Even though the pain, A’ro seemed to keep a natural charm about him when talking to people.
[OOC]: insight check into the man's intention and possible relationship with Vergil: 18
"You are most welcome, A'ro, for both the seat and the advice. Indeed I am Eamon, or Mr Sharthorpe as I am called by those who work for me, such as Vergil. And no, I don't mind your other friend taking a seat. In fact, it would be my pleasure to have Vergil bring you both a meal and a glass of wine from my own collection - I'm currently drinking a Cormyean red from 1413. It really is quite delicious. What say you?"
[OOC] Taking brief note of how Eamon sits, speaks and treats those around him, including Vergil, A'ro senses that Mr Sharthorpe is a shrewd man who is used to getting his way. His offer to provide food, drink and lodgings for the night does not strike A'ro as suspicious in anyway, though Eamon also doesn't strike A'ro as an overly charitable man.
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'Kestrell says goodbye to Zaretta then turns and surveys the room. Not seeing a big line at the captain's table he thinks 'Now is the time!'. Kestrell returns his viol to his back, straightens his tunic and cloak and walks over and introduces himself.':
"Hello Captain, I'm Kestrell Season. You handled that event quite well, sir. I think you made the right choice. You may have heard me playing a tune just a moment ago. In addition to making mirth and song, I have formal training as a navigator. I've become quite adept at it! Are you in need of a navigator's skills?"
'The three look up as Kestrell approaches, all studying the tall handsome man to varying degrees - the Bosun catches a glimpse of the viol on his back and spits to the side, seemingly losing interest; the First Mate smiles wryling, perhaps at the young man's chiselled good looks, or perhaps at the obvious attention that the confident man attracts from the other woman in the room; while the Captain looks Kestrell up and down, smiles openly, but then hesitates as he glances to the First Mate at his side. E'strue smiles and nods at her Captain, as though sharing a mutual understanding, then turns to the approaching bard, tossing him something shiny before he has a chance to speak, though all three smile a little as the man nimbly plucks the spinning silver piece from the air and pockets it with one smooth motion,'
"Greeting minstrel. That was a nice tune ye played. And mighty kind of you to intercede on the girl's behalf. Take the coin and enjoy an evening of free drink for the former and our thanks for the latter. Good evening to you."
'When Kestrell speaks his piece, the Captain nods in appreciation at the bard's praise and seems like he wants to speak... but again looking to the First Mate, bites his tongue and lets his two seniors speak. It's Bosun Drannick who responds first,'
"Aye lad, we are indeed in need of a REAL navigator, one with REAL skills and knowledge. Ye know the sort... well, maybe ye do. Someone who's sailed the Shore and her waters fer more'n a few weeks and knows more of her islands and ports than pretty sandy beaches, taverns and whorehouses. But that 'twas a nice song... though ye might want to learn some real shanties if ye plan to make a living in places like this. Though with yer face, I'm sure ye'd do well enough regardless... if'n ye got a strong enough back that is. Bwahahaha!"
'The crude dwarf jams his elbow into the hip of the First Mate who scowls at him... but doesn't seem inclined to argue with the Bosun's assessment... until she studies Kestrell more closely, looking beyond the attractive facade, at the bard's dextrous, but strong, hands and into the young man's eyes, where she sees something that gives her pause,'
"Hmm, a navigator are you? Maybe you are, and we're surely in need of one, though the Bosun has the right of it when he says that we need someone with experience... possibly more than your years would allow for, no offence intended. You say you could navigate these waters, prove it!
If we'd done some damage to a knave's ship out upon the sea and were lookin' for where the scurvy dogs had laid up for repairs, where would we look?"
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"Thank you kindly, I will enjoy a whiskey or two with that. The whiskey is always good to get under Vergil's skin."
'As Bosun Drannick finishes talking, Kestrell raises an eyebrow:'
"Oh, I know a shanty or three. Those are best left until we are at sea though. I know the Shore as well, and a fair bit of her islands and ports. Now that you mention it, I know a sandy beach or two, too!"
'Kestrell turns to E'strue, and stands calmly while she looks him over and seems to admire his hands. He meets her gaze when she looks him in the eye and responds to her question.'
"With the new crew you are hiring, the steady leadership of our good Captain here, Bosun Drannick and you to keep the ship and crew running in top shape, I suspect we'd have to look on the bottom of the sea!"
'Kestrell pauses for effect:'
"But, if we weren't able to sink or capture them straight away..."
'Kestrell stops in thought. Then lifts his hand to his chin, stroking a beard that isn't there.'
"A few times on my old merchant ship, Brandy, we ran some supplies, mostly nails now that I think of it, to a little island a few days from Fireshear. It was called the Isle of Masts, I believe. I haven't set foot in that town, was always too busy plotting our next journey, but I heard from a few of the crew that it was a good place to go if you didn't want too many questions asked and needed some repairs done."
"Thank you kindly, I will enjoy a whiskey or two with that. The whiskey is always good to get under Vergil's skin."
'As Bosun Drannick finishes talking, Kestrell raises an eyebrow:'
"Oh, I know a shanty or three. Those are best left until we are at sea though. I know the Shore as well, and a fair bit of her islands and ports. Now that you mention it, I know a sandy beach or two, too!"
'Kestrell turns to E'strue, and stands calmly while she looks him over and seems to admire his hands. He meets her gaze when she looks him in the eye and responds to her question.'
"With the new crew you are hiring, the steady leadership of our good Captain here, Bosun Drannick and you to keep the ship and crew running in top shape, I suspect we'd have to look on the bottom of the sea!"
'Kestrell pauses for effect:'
"But, if we weren't able to sink or capture them straight away..."
'Kestrell stops in thought. Then lifts his hand to his chin, stroking a beard that isn't there.'
"A few times on my old merchant ship, Brandy, we ran some supplies, mostly nails now that I think of it, to a little island a few days from Fireshear. It was called the Isle of Masts, I believe. I haven't set foot in that town, was always too busy plotting our next journey, but I heard from a few of the crew that it was a good place to go if you didn't want too many questions asked and needed some repairs done."
"Aye, ye've the right of it there, goodman Kestrell. Though I can't speak to Vergil's whisky, or anything else that grimmy little shoreboil might try to flog. Nor am I overly interested in songs or flattery, though I'm sure that works a treat with young lasses all over.
But yes, ye would indeed most likely find the pirate scum limping into that very den of thieves. And I've had dealings with the Brandy and her good Captain Remeshar. What was her navigator's name again? I'd guess that it's been at least six months since I last saw them in port..."
[OOC] Kestrell make a insight check. If you get a score of 22 or more you may read the spoiler
'E'strue is chatting ammicably enough now... but you catch the unmistable glint in her eye that you've seen plenty of times before - the look of someone trying to catch you out in a falsehood.'
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'Kay sheepishly pulls up another chair. She remains standing for a moment, blushing at A'ro's compliment, and awkwardly tries to keep her seat equidistant from both men. She smiles ever so slightly through her bangs, reaching out a hand in greeting to both men.' "A'ro, Mr. Sharthorpe, it's a pleasure to meet you both. I'm Kaitlyn, but most folk just call me "Kay." A meal, AND drink? You're too kind Mr. Sharthorpe! Are you the proprietor of this establishment then? I must say I do find it to be a fine one at that. Um... apologies for the mess."
'She's about to take a seat when she notices that she still has blood spattered over her face and cloak. She looks embarrassed and then her face pales some as she remembers that she's just killed a man.'"But uh... you won't be wanting to share a meal with someone so... messy, to be sure... should I uh... speak with Vergil about lodging and a bath perhaps?"
A’ro just shifted a little in his seat – the air of this man was one of discomfort for him. Though he was nice enough to offer a seat and meal, the feeling that he wanted something wouldn’t leave A’ro’s mind.
“Thank you for the hospitality Eamon. I’m not really hungry at the moment, just think I’m going to nurse my pain with the fine rum of this establishment, see if someone can't knit me up a lil, and then get a room and have a nice long sleep.” He lifted the mug, tasting the sweet rum as it mixed a little with some blood that was on his lip“That sounds like a fine vintage, I’m not much of a wine drinker though so I wouldn't know to much about it.”
A’ro just smiles as he pushes a seat out at the table for Kay with his foot “Kay – that’s the beauty of this place. We’re all a little messy, either on the inside or out. You got nothing to be embarrassed about – in fact that was some fine skill with a blade.” He paused for a moment, watching her body language towards her own appearance “Look don’t what those people called ya get to ya. Ya ain't no murder, murders don’t feel bad about drawing their blades. You saved people tonight – that’s what a hero does.” He lightly reached up, gritting his teeth in pain and trying to hide it with a smile, as he tapped the side of her arm with his fist in a friendly manner. A'ro just moved himself back into a comfortable position in the chair after that, keeping the ever charming smile he was known for around here "Plus look at me - I think you're fine to sit here lass.".
A’ro just shifted a little in his seat – the air of this man was one of discomfort for him. Though he was nice enough to offer a seat and meal, the feeling that he wanted something wouldn’t leave A’ro’s mind.
“Thank you for the hospitality Eamon. I’m not really hungry at the moment, just think I’m going to nurse my pain with the fine rum of this establishment, see if someone can't knit me up a lil, and then get a room and have a nice long sleep.” He lifted the mug, tasting the sweet rum as it mixed a little with some blood that was on his lip“That sounds like a fine vintage, I’m not much of a wine drinker though so I wouldn't know to much about it.”
A’ro just smiles as he pushes a seat out at the table for Kay with his foot “Kay – that’s the beauty of this place. We’re all a little messy, either on the inside or out. You got nothing to be embarrassed about – in fact that was some fine skill with a blade.” He paused for a moment, watching her body language towards her own appearance “Look don’t what those people called ya get to ya. Ya ain't no murder, murders don’t feel bad about drawing their blades. You saved people tonight – that’s what a hero does.” He lightly reached up, gritting his teeth in pain and trying to hide it with a smile, as he tapped the side of her arm with his fist in a friendly manner. A'ro just moved himself back into a comfortable position in the chair after that, keeping the ever charming smile he was known for around here "Plus look at me - I think you're fine to sit here lass.".
[OOC] Kestrell may read the spoiler and abunny may also read it if Kay succeeds on an insight check of 16 or more:
'Mr Sharthorpe nods his head at Kestrell's polite declining of his hospitality, seemingly indifferent to the blue man's choice, though an ever so slight twitch of the fashionably dressed man's upper lip and something in his too-erect posture conveys to the alert genasi that perhaps he's not as indifferent to the refusal as he pretends to be.
Additionally, you notice the tips of slightly pointed ears emerge ever so briefly from beneath the man's carefully groomed hair as he nods.'
"As you please, goodman A'ro. This particular vintage runs to 10 gold pieces a bottle, so probably best to abstain if one cannot muster the required taste and appreciation. A glass and a meal for young Kay then, to make-up somewhat for the unforgivable rudeness of your treatment here tonight.
And while I must disagree with you about everyone being 'messy' in thier own way, I do whole-heartedly agree with you that your capable friends were well within their rights to put down those oafs Gaut and Dank. To be honest, you would all have given the general intelligence level of this town a nudge in the right direction if you'd finished that whole pack of dunce hounds. Plenty more farmers and labourers to be found around here. Indeed, unless you count fisherman, its about all that this area produces.
'Kay sheepishly pulls up another chair. She remains standing for a moment, blushing at A'ro's compliment, and awkwardly tries to keep her seat equidistant from both men. She smiles ever so slightly through her bangs, reaching out a hand in greeting to both men.' "A'ro, Mr. Sharthorpe, it's a pleasure to meet you both. I'm Kaitlyn, but most folk just call me "Kay." A meal, AND drink? You're too kind Mr. Sharthorpe! Are you the proprietor of this establishment then? I must say I do find it to be a fine one at that. Um... apologies for the mess."
'She's about to take a seat when she notices that she still has blood spattered over her face and cloak. She looks embarrassed and then her face pales some as she remembers that she's just killed a man.'"But uh... you won't be wanting to share a meal with someone so... messy, to be sure... should I uh... speak with Vergil about lodging and a bath perhaps?"
[OOC] Kestrell may read the spoiler and abunny may also read it if Kay succeeds on an insight check of 16 or more:
'As his astute gaze shifts to the clearly doubt-wracked young woman, Eamon's near-black eyes glitter in the tavern's lantern light, looking nothing so much like the cold implacable eyes of a shark. Despite whatever smile this man puts on or adopted note of consideration in his voice, nothing of kindness or warmth reaches those eyes...'
'Turning his head to smile at Kay with near perfect teeth, Eamon raises an eyebrow as he says understandingly to the young deck hand,'
"My dear Kay, you have absolutely nothing to apologise for. As your friend here rightly points out, you were merely defending yourself and those you consider allies from the aggressive actions of moronic grunts. It is that cave man Golm and his so-called Wardens who should be begging your pardon, for interfering in business not their own... such as they do all too frequently.
And worry not about your appearance, my dear. This place is little more than dirt, sand and mud, and blood waiting to be spilled, regardless of the airs of law and civility that block head Golm tries to put on. Your beauty and grace are a bright spot in this otherwise dour mudheap, of that I can assure you. Indeed, if you were to be cleaned up and placed in a beautiful gown, you'd not look out of sorts at one of Dubol Ambersap's boorish balls.
As to this establishment, alas I must admit to merely being it's... manager. While I am a man of some means myself, I work personally for one of the most powerful people on the entire shore - the Ducess Zalaron Daska of Fireshear. Perhaps you have heard of her? This establishment is one of a myriad that the Daska's own, and one of the many assets that the Ducess herself has entrusted into my stewardship.
But enough about me. While it's clear what business brought you do my poor tavern this night, might I ask you both from whence you hail?"
'Lorana appears at the table with another fine glass and pours for Mr Sharthorpe and Kay from the deep green wine bottle, while Beril arrives a moment later with a plate of food that looks and smells delicious. While Lorana curtsies nervously and then rushes back to the bar to continue running drinks out to the room full of drunk sailors, Beril tarries long enough to glance cautiously at Kay and say,'
"I hope that you enjoy the food, young lady. We've a great cook working the Pirate's kitchen, the best in town... lest he was our cook before that fool Vergil went and drove him away."
'Mr Sharthorpe clears his throat pointedly and with a eyebrow cocked in the barmaid's direction, states,'
"Thank you, Beril. Let's not tire our guest with your prattle. Let Vergil know that Kay and possibly other friends of hers may need rooms prepared tonight. Please make sure that the young lady here has the finest room available and a hot bath. Oh and send Lorana to have her things washed and cleaned when Vergil closes the bar. That will be all."
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Unawayln stumbles over to the table where the captain is situated, her smile ever present as she basically walks into the table and nearly falls over before steadying and introducing herself, the stench of alcohol still hanging off the clothes that she wear and radiating from every breath that she takes. "hello captain, my name is Unawaylan or Una, whichever you prefer" She takes a deep bow, almost smashing her nose against the table that the captain sits at "I would like to join your crew, I have been on the sea ALL of my life and I am willing go hunt down some son of a ***** pirates and **** there shit up. If i have more experience I can't seem to recall it right now but i am sure that it will all come back to me once i am sober and on the sea. and hopfully you will let me join you on your voyage." she smiles and steadies herself on the table both palms pressed against the top as her body drunkenly sways and shifts [OOC] persuasion5
A’ro coughed a little at the mention of the price, that was some expensive alcohol “Well then I definitely have to thank you for the offer sir. I feel bad now for turning it down, my taste buds and body have just become accustom to rum and the sweet taste.” He took a drink emptying his glass. As the man kept talking A’ro just listened to him explain his stance on what they should’ve done.
He just leaned back a little “Everyone’s allowed their opinions, just haven’t met someone yet who doesn’t have a messy past in someway – I think those that left learned a lesson that may change their opinions on how they approach certain situations from now on. I like to t’ink that our experiences help us to grow in life, it’s unfortunate that some lessons are learned the hard way though.”
As the food appear in front of Kay and his nose got a whiff of the delicious scent his stomach growled, giving away that although he may not have wanted to eat his body needed the nutrition. ‘Accepting his offer doesn’t mean you owe him anything. He might just be trying to be nice or ensure his business doesn’t lose face’ ran through A’ros’ head as he now contemplated the man’s offer more thoroughly. He couldn’t help but take notice of how the man talked to his staff, although he didn’t agree they were being paid by the man and if the girls couldn’t handle it they would leave – at least the strong willed Beril would.
He just moved his hand to his stomach and looked at the man “Seems my body disagrees with me turning down your charity sir. If the offer is still on the table I’ll take you up on that meal, drink and board after all.”
Unawayln stumbles over to the table where the captain is situated, her smile ever present as she basically walks into the table and nearly falls over before steadying and introducing herself, the stench of alcohol still hanging off the clothes that she wear and radiating from every breath that she takes. "hello captain, my name is Unawaylan or Una, whichever you prefer" She takes a deep bow, almost smashing her nose against the table that the captain sits at "I would like to join your crew, I have been on the sea ALL of my life and I am willing go hunt down some son of a ***** pirates and **** there shit up. If i have more experience I can't seem to recall it right now but i am sure that it will all come back to me once i am sober and on the sea. and hopfully you will let me join you on your voyage." she smiles and steadies herself on the table both palms pressed against the top as her body drunkenly sways and shifts [OOC] persuasion16
'The Captain, who has been quietly watching the exchange between E'strue and Kestrell, turns towards Unawalyn as she collides with their table. Looking the disheveled woman up and down, taking note of her clear drukenness and wrinkling his nose somewhat at the smell, the young privateer says,'
"You were one of the brawlers, weren't you? The one who killed the other man with your bare hands? I'm not sure... while we certainly need fighters, we also need people who can think clearly when needed and follow orders..."
'The Captain trails off as the Bosun Drann steps forward and places a hand on the younger man's elbow. With a look for permission from the Captain, the Bosun opens the charter back up and scans through the document before saying,'
"Though she ''ardly seems officer material, we do still 'ave three general sailor berths open, and we definitely need another sharp pair of eyes above... if'n yer reliable enough to stay sober and awake in the crowsnest, and ain't 'fraid of heights, that is?
Though it'd be unfair not to warn ye' - if you're found drunk or passed out while on duty, you'll be beached at the earliest convenience without pay or supplies... if yer lucky that is and the ship or other crew aren't harmed by yer negligence. Otherwise a rope around the yard arm will do for ye."
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A’ro coughed a little at the mention of the price, that was some expensive alcohol “Well then I definitely have to thank you for the offer sir. I feel bad now for turning it down, my taste buds and body have just become accustom to rum and the sweet taste.” He took a drink emptying his glass. As the man kept talking A’ro just listened to him explain his stance on what they should’ve done.
He just leaned back a little “Everyone’s allowed their opinions, just haven’t met someone yet who doesn’t have a messy past in someway – I think those that left learned a lesson that may change their opinions on how they approach certain situations from now on. I like to t’ink that our experiences help us to grow in life, it’s unfortunate that some lessons are learned the hard way though.”
As the food appear in front of Kay and his nose got a whiff of the delicious scent his stomach growled, giving away that although he may not have wanted to eat his body needed the nutrition. ‘Accepting his offer doesn’t mean you owe him anything. He might just be trying to be nice or ensure his business doesn’t lose face’ ran through A’ros’ head as he now contemplated the man’s offer more thoroughly. He couldn’t help but take notice of how the man talked to his staff, although he didn’t agree they were being paid by the man and if the girls couldn’t handle it they would leave – at least the strong willed Beril would.
He just moved his hand to his stomach and looked at the man “Seems my body disagrees with me turning down your charity sir. If the offer is still on the table I’ll take you up on that meal, drink and board after all.”
'Mr Sharthorpe looks at A'ro carefully for a moment, before nodding in agreement and motioning for Beril to bring more food, though the genasi is brought another tankard of rum, rather than a glass of wine,'
"Of course, my good A'ro. The right to change our minds is one of the things that separates us free men from slaves and animals. And you are wise to listen to your stomach - it is a foolish man indeed who doesn't understand their own needs and seek to meet them! I am glad to see that you are not such a foolish man. Besides which, it's not charity when one gains something in return - such as the pleasurable company of two people as interesting as yourselves.
On growing from our experiences, we am in compete agreement. Though of course, experience does not fill one's belly or purse, or provide one with warmth or company on a cold night. I hope that you'll agree that a wise person must also look to their more material and immediate needs for satisfaction... wouldn't you say?
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"I was indeed the that killed the man with my hands, Maybe i could show one of you how to do such things, you know incase you are ever caught without a weapon. as for being a sailor, I hope that i will prove my worth to you and i am not afraid of heights i enjoy then as much as i do the sea. As for the drinking, tonight is a special occasion and I rarely partake in over drinking, but i understand that actions are far more prevalent than words. now if we have both agreed with each other, I must find somewhere to vomit, a lady must at least act polite in public."She smiles and waits for anything else to be said before she stumbles about to find somewhere appropriate to vomit
"Aye, ye've the right of it there, goodman Kestrell. Though I can't speak to Vergil's whisky, or anything else that grimmy little shoreboil might try to flog. Nor am I overly interested in songs or flattery, though I'm sure that works a treat with young lasses all over.
But yes, ye would indeed most likely find the pirate scum limping into that very den of thieves. And I've had dealings with the Brandy and her good Captain Remeshar. What was her navigator's name again? I'd guess that it's been at least six months since I last saw them in port..."
[OOC] Kestrell make a insight check. If you get a score of 22 or more you may read the spoiler
'At the mention of Captain Remeshar, a sadness comes over Kestrell's face.'
"Oh, you haven't heard then? I reckon it's been longer than that. Charles was my boss's, the Navigators, name."
'Kestrell pauses, and then continues, speaking swiftly as if he doesn't want to dwell on the details':
"It's a sad tale, that one is. It's been about a year and a half I suppose. The good ship was taken over by pirates it was Captain Brand of the Crimsonchain...I think they killed most of the crew including Captain Remeshar and Charles. Twas a sad, dark, day, that."
A’ro looked at the man and nodded as food and drink were brought “Thank ya Beril, it’s much appreciated.” He smiled and lifted his mug to Eamon “An’ thank ya sir for your kindness and generosity. May fortune favor you – for the rest o' your days.” He just lifted the mug to his lips and enjoyed the rum that flowed.
He leaned into the table chuckling a little at what the man said “I guess it’s good some wisdom finally has seeped into me, used to be a dense young boy.” He took a sip from his cup and thought more about what the man had said in relation to wisdom“I would say the truly wise man cares about both wisdom and experience. He knows how to look at his experiences and extract the wisdom from them. He definitely takes into account the material and immediate needs, but lines them up for his long term needs and benefits. The way I see it - only focusing on material and immediate needs is like sailing without a final destination in mind, it may be fun for a while, but eventually you'll find yourself lost."
When the man switched conversation to where he was from A'ro took a quick bite of food. It was curious the line of questioning from this man but so far he didn't sense to much harm “I’m from Kinsale – it’s a small town roughly one day from here. Though I’ve lived and worked in Rumbottom since I was 8 in various positions on different ships of various types.”
Vaken finishes cleaning up the common room and as he's walking back through he tries to make eye contact and nod a 'hi' to all his new crew-mates. He then walks up to the table where A’ro and Kay are sitting with Mr Sharthorpe. Vaken gently lays one of his massive hands on A'ro's shoulder sending a 'chill' through him that was somehow warming at the same time, but makes eye contact with Mr. Sharthorpe. "Sorry for interrupting your conversations. Sir, I'm not sure if Vergil told you, but I've been accepted as crew on the Shore Shark so tonight will be my last night here. I just wanted to thank you for all that you've done for me."
After saying his piece, Vaken pats A'ro and Kay on the shoulders and says,"I look forward to working with you both."and then turns to head back into the kitchen.
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A'ro looks up and nods at the man "Thanks mate - look forward to working with you as well." He would be lying if he wasn't a little confused as to who that man was, but figured if he didn't know him now eventually he would. It took him a second to realize what the chill was as he realized the man must have had some healing ability.
'Kay looks A'ro and Sharthorpe over as they continue their conversation, and she carefully sits so as not to cause any kind of noise that might interrupt, smoothing her cloak underneath her as she sits so that it doesn't bunch up under her rear. Her cheeks redden as Sharthorpe tells her she needn't apologize, more so when he tells her that she was right to kill Gaut, and her whole face turn bright red (her bright orange eyes starting down at a knot in the wood of the table) as he compliments her looks.'
'She takes a breath to answer Sharthorpe's question when the food arrives and she gets uncomfortable again. While Kay is in much need of hot food and a drink, it's the young barmaid, Lorana, that her eyes linger on for just a bit too long. She thanks the young woman and nearly drops her wine as their fingers brush when Lorana hands the glass to her. It's Beril's words that bring her out of her reverie, staring at Lorana's rear as she walks away from the table.'
'She clears her throat' "Ahem... Y... Yes ma'am. Thank you ma'am. I'm certain I will enjoy the food, it looks and smells delicious..." 'She clumsily grasps for a fork and takes a bit too large of a bite, but chokes it down.'
"Mmmm!"'She exaggerates, giving a thumbs up, and hoping no one noticed her lingering gaze. She takes a sip of her wine and exhales, relieved that she didn't choke to death on the delicious food so soon after her life was spared by Rumbottom's wardens.'
'When Sharthorpe inquires again where they are from, she gives him a look of suspicion. She's takes another breath to answer, when A'ro speaks. She's thankful to him for the time to think about what she wants to say. She doesn't see any harm in telling Sharthorpe, and worried that a man of means such as he would have more knowledge than she of the ten-towns, or other places she might be able to lie about being from, she comes to the decision to tell him the truth, at least in part.'
'I was born and raised in Fireshear, scraped by there m'whole life. Honest, I think I'll be making more of myself on the Shore Shark, half-wages an all!'
[ooc: A'ro and Vaken > DC24 to read the spoiler]
'She takes a daintier bite of her food and picks up a chunk of meat and bread between her finger and thumb and opens a large, hefty looking belt pouch, tucking the morsels of food inside.'
'She whispers,'There y'go Rudd, y'old miserly bastard. Didn't think I would forget about you did'ya?'
'She smiles gently down at the huge elderly rat.'
'She wipes her hands on a napkin and puts the napkin on her lap, then resumes taking dainty bites of her meal and sips of wine.'
"The pleasure's all mine, Singer."
'Zaretta smiles and nods in the direction of the Captain's table as she slams down another rum, this one brought to her by Beril, who merely locks gazes with the irrepresible sailor when the rigging rat turns to try a bawdy one liner on the maturer of Vergil's two barmaids.'
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 just nodded as Kay gave the ‘give me a moment’ sign. He could understand wanting to thank a person who just saved your life – in fact that’s what he was trying to do right now.
When the voice rang out about getting the wounds looked at his attention turned to the brown haired man. His eyes fell on Vergil’s rapid movement to take care of the man and the lack of his colorful personality ‘Must be someone important or someone who scares the piss out of him – either way call me intrigued’ A’ro thought as the man continued to give advice. When the seat was offered, he smiled moving carefully as not to agitate his wounds.
“Thanks for the advice, sir. Are you Mister Eamon then?” he asked as a grimace of pain came from moving to sit in the chair “I should’ve been more careful, but I’ll definitely check out those healers in a bit – Gotta repay a debt first.” He said nursing the rum out of his mug “I’m A’ro by the way.” He said holding out his hand “Thanks for the seat.”
As Kay came over A’ro smiled, as his voice softened out of politeness “Excuse me for a second sir.”
He turned his head to Kay "I was indeed, I don't mean to be rude. Can you give me a minute quickly with this fellow, I just wanted to properly thank a beautiful and lucky lass for what she did for a complete stranger." he just gave her a friendly smile, turning his head back to the man "unless he doesn’t mind you taking one of the seats." Even though the pain, A’ro seemed to keep a natural charm about him when talking to people.
[OOC]: insight check into the man's intention and possible relationship with Vergil: 18
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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
'Kestrell says goodbye to Zaretta then turns and surveys the room. Not seeing a big line at the captain's table he thinks 'Now is the time!'. Kestrell returns his viol to his back, straightens his tunic and cloak and walks over and introduces himself.':
"Hello Captain, I'm Kestrell Season. You handled that event quite well, sir. I think you made the right choice. You may have heard me playing a tune just a moment ago. In addition to making mirth and song, I have formal training as a navigator. I've become quite adept at it! Are you in need of a navigator's skills?"
"You are most welcome, A'ro, for both the seat and the advice. Indeed I am Eamon, or Mr Sharthorpe as I am called by those who work for me, such as Vergil. And no, I don't mind your other friend taking a seat. In fact, it would be my pleasure to have Vergil bring you both a meal and a glass of wine from my own collection - I'm currently drinking a Cormyean red from 1413. It really is quite delicious. What say you?"
[OOC] Taking brief note of how Eamon sits, speaks and treats those around him, including Vergil, A'ro senses that Mr Sharthorpe is a shrewd man who is used to getting his way. His offer to provide food, drink and lodgings for the night does not strike A'ro as suspicious in anyway, though Eamon also doesn't strike A'ro as an overly charitable man.
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
'The three look up as Kestrell approaches, all studying the tall handsome man to varying degrees - the Bosun catches a glimpse of the viol on his back and spits to the side, seemingly losing interest; the First Mate smiles wryling, perhaps at the young man's chiselled good looks, or perhaps at the obvious attention that the confident man attracts from the other woman in the room; while the Captain looks Kestrell up and down, smiles openly, but then hesitates as he glances to the First Mate at his side. E'strue smiles and nods at her Captain, as though sharing a mutual understanding, then turns to the approaching bard, tossing him something shiny before he has a chance to speak, though all three smile a little as the man nimbly plucks the spinning silver piece from the air and pockets it with one smooth motion,'
"Greeting minstrel. That was a nice tune ye played. And mighty kind of you to intercede on the girl's behalf. Take the coin and enjoy an evening of free drink for the former and our thanks for the latter. Good evening to you."
'When Kestrell speaks his piece, the Captain nods in appreciation at the bard's praise and seems like he wants to speak... but again looking to the First Mate, bites his tongue and lets his two seniors speak. It's Bosun Drannick who responds first,'
"Aye lad, we are indeed in need of a REAL navigator, one with REAL skills and knowledge. Ye know the sort... well, maybe ye do. Someone who's sailed the Shore and her waters fer more'n a few weeks and knows more of her islands and ports than pretty sandy beaches, taverns and whorehouses. But that 'twas a nice song... though ye might want to learn some real shanties if ye plan to make a living in places like this. Though with yer face, I'm sure ye'd do well enough regardless... if'n ye got a strong enough back that is. Bwahahaha!"
'The crude dwarf jams his elbow into the hip of the First Mate who scowls at him... but doesn't seem inclined to argue with the Bosun's assessment... until she studies Kestrell more closely, looking beyond the attractive facade, at the bard's dextrous, but strong, hands and into the young man's eyes, where she sees something that gives her pause,'
"Hmm, a navigator are you? Maybe you are, and we're surely in need of one, though the Bosun has the right of it when he says that we need someone with experience... possibly more than your years would allow for, no offence intended. You say you could navigate these waters, prove it!
If we'd done some damage to a knave's ship out upon the sea and were lookin' for where the scurvy dogs had laid up for repairs, where would we look?"
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 kindly, I will enjoy a whiskey or two with that. The whiskey is always good to get under Vergil's skin."
'As Bosun Drannick finishes talking, Kestrell raises an eyebrow:'
"Oh, I know a shanty or three. Those are best left until we are at sea though. I know the Shore as well, and a fair bit of her islands and ports. Now that you mention it, I know a sandy beach or two, too!"
'Kestrell turns to E'strue, and stands calmly while she looks him over and seems to admire his hands. He meets her gaze when she looks him in the eye and responds to her question.'
"With the new crew you are hiring, the steady leadership of our good Captain here, Bosun Drannick and you to keep the ship and crew running in top shape, I suspect we'd have to look on the bottom of the sea!"
'Kestrell pauses for effect:'
"But, if we weren't able to sink or capture them straight away..."
'Kestrell stops in thought. Then lifts his hand to his chin, stroking a beard that isn't there.'
"A few times on my old merchant ship, Brandy, we ran some supplies, mostly nails now that I think of it, to a little island a few days from Fireshear. It was called the Isle of Masts, I believe. I haven't set foot in that town, was always too busy plotting our next journey, but I heard from a few of the crew that it was a good place to go if you didn't want too many questions asked and needed some repairs done."
"Aye, ye've the right of it there, goodman Kestrell. Though I can't speak to Vergil's whisky, or anything else that grimmy little shoreboil might try to flog. Nor am I overly interested in songs or flattery, though I'm sure that works a treat with young lasses all over.
But yes, ye would indeed most likely find the pirate scum limping into that very den of thieves. And I've had dealings with the Brandy and her good Captain Remeshar. What was her navigator's name again? I'd guess that it's been at least six months since I last saw them in port..."
[OOC] Kestrell make a insight check. If you get a score of 22 or more you may read the spoiler
'E'strue is chatting ammicably enough now... but you catch the unmistable glint in her eye that you've seen plenty of times before - the look of someone trying to catch you out in a falsehood.'
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 sheepishly pulls up another chair. She remains standing for a moment, blushing at A'ro's compliment, and awkwardly tries to keep her seat equidistant from both men. She smiles ever so slightly through her bangs, reaching out a hand in greeting to both men.' "A'ro, Mr. Sharthorpe, it's a pleasure to meet you both. I'm Kaitlyn, but most folk just call me "Kay." A meal, AND drink? You're too kind Mr. Sharthorpe! Are you the proprietor of this establishment then? I must say I do find it to be a fine one at that. Um... apologies for the mess."
'She's about to take a seat when she notices that she still has blood spattered over her face and cloak. She looks embarrassed and then her face pales some as she remembers that she's just killed a man.'"But uh... you won't be wanting to share a meal with someone so... messy, to be sure... should I uh... speak with Vergil about lodging and a bath perhaps?"
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A’ro just shifted a little in his seat – the air of this man was one of discomfort for him. Though he was nice enough to offer a seat and meal, the feeling that he wanted something wouldn’t leave A’ro’s mind.
“Thank you for the hospitality Eamon. I’m not really hungry at the moment, just think I’m going to nurse my pain with the fine rum of this establishment, see if someone can't knit me up a lil, and then get a room and have a nice long sleep.” He lifted the mug, tasting the sweet rum as it mixed a little with some blood that was on his lip“That sounds like a fine vintage, I’m not much of a wine drinker though so I wouldn't know to much about it.”
A’ro just smiles as he pushes a seat out at the table for Kay with his foot “Kay – that’s the beauty of this place. We’re all a little messy, either on the inside or out. You got nothing to be embarrassed about – in fact that was some fine skill with a blade.” He paused for a moment, watching her body language towards her own appearance “Look don’t what those people called ya get to ya. Ya ain't no murder, murders don’t feel bad about drawing their blades. You saved people tonight – that’s what a hero does.” He lightly reached up, gritting his teeth in pain and trying to hide it with a smile, as he tapped the side of her arm with his fist in a friendly manner. A'ro just moved himself back into a comfortable position in the chair after that, keeping the ever charming smile he was known for around here "Plus look at me - I think you're fine to sit here lass.".
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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
[OOC] Kestrell may read the spoiler and abunny may also read it if Kay succeeds on an insight check of 16 or more:
'Mr Sharthorpe nods his head at Kestrell's polite declining of his hospitality, seemingly indifferent to the blue man's choice, though an ever so slight twitch of the fashionably dressed man's upper lip and something in his too-erect posture conveys to the alert genasi that perhaps he's not as indifferent to the refusal as he pretends to be.
Additionally, you notice the tips of slightly pointed ears emerge ever so briefly from beneath the man's carefully groomed hair as he nods.'
"As you please, goodman A'ro. This particular vintage runs to 10 gold pieces a bottle, so probably best to abstain if one cannot muster the required taste and appreciation. A glass and a meal for young Kay then, to make-up somewhat for the unforgivable rudeness of your treatment here tonight.
And while I must disagree with you about everyone being 'messy' in thier own way, I do whole-heartedly agree with you that your capable friends were well within their rights to put down those oafs Gaut and Dank. To be honest, you would all have given the general intelligence level of this town a nudge in the right direction if you'd finished that whole pack of dunce hounds. Plenty more farmers and labourers to be found around here. Indeed, unless you count fisherman, its about all that this area produces.
Well, that and the rum, of course."
[OOC] Kestrell may read the spoiler and abunny may also read it if Kay succeeds on an insight check of 16 or more:
'As his astute gaze shifts to the clearly doubt-wracked young woman, Eamon's near-black eyes glitter in the tavern's lantern light, looking nothing so much like the cold implacable eyes of a shark. Despite whatever smile this man puts on or adopted note of consideration in his voice, nothing of kindness or warmth reaches those eyes...'
'Turning his head to smile at Kay with near perfect teeth, Eamon raises an eyebrow as he says understandingly to the young deck hand,'
"My dear Kay, you have absolutely nothing to apologise for. As your friend here rightly points out, you were merely defending yourself and those you consider allies from the aggressive actions of moronic grunts. It is that cave man Golm and his so-called Wardens who should be begging your pardon, for interfering in business not their own... such as they do all too frequently.
And worry not about your appearance, my dear. This place is little more than dirt, sand and mud, and blood waiting to be spilled, regardless of the airs of law and civility that block head Golm tries to put on. Your beauty and grace are a bright spot in this otherwise dour mudheap, of that I can assure you. Indeed, if you were to be cleaned up and placed in a beautiful gown, you'd not look out of sorts at one of Dubol Ambersap's boorish balls.
As to this establishment, alas I must admit to merely being it's... manager. While I am a man of some means myself, I work personally for one of the most powerful people on the entire shore - the Ducess Zalaron Daska of Fireshear. Perhaps you have heard of her? This establishment is one of a myriad that the Daska's own, and one of the many assets that the Ducess herself has entrusted into my stewardship.
But enough about me. While it's clear what business brought you do my poor tavern this night, might I ask you both from whence you hail?"
'Lorana appears at the table with another fine glass and pours for Mr Sharthorpe and Kay from the deep green wine bottle, while Beril arrives a moment later with a plate of food that looks and smells delicious. While Lorana curtsies nervously and then rushes back to the bar to continue running drinks out to the room full of drunk sailors, Beril tarries long enough to glance cautiously at Kay and say,'
"I hope that you enjoy the food, young lady. We've a great cook working the Pirate's kitchen, the best in town... lest he was our cook before that fool Vergil went and drove him away."
'Mr Sharthorpe clears his throat pointedly and with a eyebrow cocked in the barmaid's direction, states,'
"Thank you, Beril. Let's not tire our guest with your prattle. Let Vergil know that Kay and possibly other friends of hers may need rooms prepared tonight. Please make sure that the young lady here has the finest room available and a hot bath. Oh and send Lorana to have her things washed and cleaned when Vergil closes the bar. That will be all."
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
Unawayln stumbles over to the table where the captain is situated, her smile ever present as she basically walks into the table and nearly falls over before steadying and introducing herself, the stench of alcohol still hanging off the clothes that she wear and radiating from every breath that she takes.
"hello captain, my name is Unawaylan or Una, whichever you prefer"
She takes a deep bow, almost smashing her nose against the table that the captain sits at
"I would like to join your crew, I have been on the sea ALL of my life and I am willing go hunt down some son of a ***** pirates and **** there shit up. If i have more experience I can't seem to recall it right now but i am sure that it will all come back to me once i am sober and on the sea. and hopfully you will let me join you on your voyage."
she smiles and steadies herself on the table both palms pressed against the top as her body drunkenly sways and shifts
[OOC] persuasion 5
A’ro coughed a little at the mention of the price, that was some expensive alcohol “Well then I definitely have to thank you for the offer sir. I feel bad now for turning it down, my taste buds and body have just become accustom to rum and the sweet taste.” He took a drink emptying his glass. As the man kept talking A’ro just listened to him explain his stance on what they should’ve done.
He just leaned back a little “Everyone’s allowed their opinions, just haven’t met someone yet who doesn’t have a messy past in someway – I think those that left learned a lesson that may change their opinions on how they approach certain situations from now on. I like to t’ink that our experiences help us to grow in life, it’s unfortunate that some lessons are learned the hard way though.”
As the food appear in front of Kay and his nose got a whiff of the delicious scent his stomach growled, giving away that although he may not have wanted to eat his body needed the nutrition. ‘Accepting his offer doesn’t mean you owe him anything. He might just be trying to be nice or ensure his business doesn’t lose face’ ran through A’ros’ head as he now contemplated the man’s offer more thoroughly. He couldn’t help but take notice of how the man talked to his staff, although he didn’t agree they were being paid by the man and if the girls couldn’t handle it they would leave – at least the strong willed Beril would.
He just moved his hand to his stomach and looked at the man “Seems my body disagrees with me turning down your charity sir. If the offer is still on the table I’ll take you up on that meal, drink and board after all.”
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
'The Captain, who has been quietly watching the exchange between E'strue and Kestrell, turns towards Unawalyn as she collides with their table. Looking the disheveled woman up and down, taking note of her clear drukenness and wrinkling his nose somewhat at the smell, the young privateer says,'
"You were one of the brawlers, weren't you? The one who killed the other man with your bare hands? I'm not sure... while we certainly need fighters, we also need people who can think clearly when needed and follow orders..."
'The Captain trails off as the Bosun Drann steps forward and places a hand on the younger man's elbow. With a look for permission from the Captain, the Bosun opens the charter back up and scans through the document before saying,'
"Though she ''ardly seems officer material, we do still 'ave three general sailor berths open, and we definitely need another sharp pair of eyes above... if'n yer reliable enough to stay sober and awake in the crowsnest, and ain't 'fraid of heights, that is?
Though it'd be unfair not to warn ye' - if you're found drunk or passed out while on duty, you'll be beached at the earliest convenience without pay or supplies... if yer lucky that is and the ship or other crew aren't harmed by yer negligence. Otherwise a rope around the yard arm will do for ye."
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
'Mr Sharthorpe looks at A'ro carefully for a moment, before nodding in agreement and motioning for Beril to bring more food, though the genasi is brought another tankard of rum, rather than a glass of wine,'
"Of course, my good A'ro. The right to change our minds is one of the things that separates us free men from slaves and animals. And you are wise to listen to your stomach - it is a foolish man indeed who doesn't understand their own needs and seek to meet them! I am glad to see that you are not such a foolish man. Besides which, it's not charity when one gains something in return - such as the pleasurable company of two people as interesting as yourselves.
On growing from our experiences, we am in compete agreement. Though of course, experience does not fill one's belly or purse, or provide one with warmth or company on a cold night. I hope that you'll agree that a wise person must also look to their more material and immediate needs for satisfaction... wouldn't you say?
Oh, and I never did catch where you hail from?"
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
Una Smiles brightly and Nods,
"I was indeed the that killed the man with my hands, Maybe i could show one of you how to do such things, you know incase you are ever caught without a weapon. as for being a sailor, I hope that i will prove my worth to you and i am not afraid of heights i enjoy then as much as i do the sea. As for the drinking, tonight is a special occasion and I rarely partake in over drinking, but i understand that actions are far more prevalent than words. now if we have both agreed with each other, I must find somewhere to vomit, a lady must at least act polite in public." She smiles and waits for anything else to be said before she stumbles about to find somewhere appropriate to vomit
'At the mention of Captain Remeshar, a sadness comes over Kestrell's face.'
"Oh, you haven't heard then? I reckon it's been longer than that. Charles was my boss's, the Navigators, name."
'Kestrell pauses, and then continues, speaking swiftly as if he doesn't want to dwell on the details':
"It's a sad tale, that one is. It's been about a year and a half I suppose. The good ship was taken over by pirates it was Captain Brand of the Crimsonchain...I think they killed most of the crew including Captain Remeshar and Charles. Twas a sad, dark, day, that."
A’ro looked at the man and nodded as food and drink were brought “Thank ya Beril, it’s much appreciated.” He smiled and lifted his mug to Eamon “An’ thank ya sir for your kindness and generosity. May fortune favor you – for the rest o' your days.” He just lifted the mug to his lips and enjoyed the rum that flowed.
He leaned into the table chuckling a little at what the man said “I guess it’s good some wisdom finally has seeped into me, used to be a dense young boy.” He took a sip from his cup and thought more about what the man had said in relation to wisdom“I would say the truly wise man cares about both wisdom and experience. He knows how to look at his experiences and extract the wisdom from them. He definitely takes into account the material and immediate needs, but lines them up for his long term needs and benefits. The way I see it - only focusing on material and immediate needs is like sailing without a final destination in mind, it may be fun for a while, but eventually you'll find yourself lost."
When the man switched conversation to where he was from A'ro took a quick bite of food. It was curious the line of questioning from this man but so far he didn't sense to much harm “I’m from Kinsale – it’s a small town roughly one day from here. Though I’ve lived and worked in Rumbottom since I was 8 in various positions on different ships of various types.”
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
Vaken finishes cleaning up the common room and as he's walking back through he tries to make eye contact and nod a 'hi' to all his new crew-mates. He then walks up to the table where A’ro and Kay are sitting with Mr Sharthorpe. Vaken gently lays one of his massive hands on A'ro's shoulder sending a 'chill' through him that was somehow warming at the same time, but makes eye contact with Mr. Sharthorpe. "Sorry for interrupting your conversations. Sir, I'm not sure if Vergil told you, but I've been accepted as crew on the Shore Shark so tonight will be my last night here. I just wanted to thank you for all that you've done for me."
After saying his piece, Vaken pats A'ro and Kay on the shoulders and says, "I look forward to working with you both." and then turns to head back into the kitchen.
[OOC] A'ro add 1d8+2 to your hp.
Campaigns:
DM - Waterdeep Dragon Heist PbP
A'ro looks up and nods at the man "Thanks mate - look forward to working with you as well." He would be lying if he wasn't a little confused as to who that man was, but figured if he didn't know him now eventually he would. It took him a second to realize what the chill was as he realized the man must have had some healing ability.
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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
'Kay looks A'ro and Sharthorpe over as they continue their conversation, and she carefully sits so as not to cause any kind of noise that might interrupt, smoothing her cloak underneath her as she sits so that it doesn't bunch up under her rear. Her cheeks redden as Sharthorpe tells her she needn't apologize, more so when he tells her that she was right to kill Gaut, and her whole face turn bright red (her bright orange eyes starting down at a knot in the wood of the table) as he compliments her looks.'
'She takes a breath to answer Sharthorpe's question when the food arrives and she gets uncomfortable again. While Kay is in much need of hot food and a drink, it's the young barmaid, Lorana, that her eyes linger on for just a bit too long. She thanks the young woman and nearly drops her wine as their fingers brush when Lorana hands the glass to her. It's Beril's words that bring her out of her reverie, staring at Lorana's rear as she walks away from the table.'
'She clears her throat' "Ahem... Y... Yes ma'am. Thank you ma'am. I'm certain I will enjoy the food, it looks and smells delicious..." 'She clumsily grasps for a fork and takes a bit too large of a bite, but chokes it down.'
"Mmmm!" 'She exaggerates, giving a thumbs up, and hoping no one noticed her lingering gaze. She takes a sip of her wine and exhales, relieved that she didn't choke to death on the delicious food so soon after her life was spared by Rumbottom's wardens.'
'When Sharthorpe inquires again where they are from, she gives him a look of suspicion. She's takes another breath to answer, when A'ro speaks. She's thankful to him for the time to think about what she wants to say. She doesn't see any harm in telling Sharthorpe, and worried that a man of means such as he would have more knowledge than she of the ten-towns, or other places she might be able to lie about being from, she comes to the decision to tell him the truth, at least in part.'
'I was born and raised in Fireshear, scraped by there m'whole life. Honest, I think I'll be making more of myself on the Shore Shark, half-wages an all!'
[ooc: A'ro and Vaken > DC24 to read the spoiler]
'She takes a daintier bite of her food and picks up a chunk of meat and bread between her finger and thumb and opens a large, hefty looking belt pouch, tucking the morsels of food inside.'
'She whispers,' There y'go Rudd, y'old miserly bastard. Didn't think I would forget about you did'ya?'
'She smiles gently down at the huge elderly rat.'
'She wipes her hands on a napkin and puts the napkin on her lap, then resumes taking dainty bites of her meal and sips of wine.'
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