Salty wipes the sweat from his face and scratches his blue haired head. His eyes worked very well, so seeing the camel, gear, and various ropes and straps, held together by what looked to the orc to be a pair of beholders stalk wrestling. His eyes sqinted as he glared menacingly at the various knots. His hand drifted to the hilt of his sword. "So, again me 'n ye er fer meetin'," he growled at the mess of attachments. Yet again his nemesis rears its ugly knot.
The captain glared at a young Salty with a critical eye. The orc, in his late adolescent, was undeniablely strong, but he seemed to be picking himself up off the deck as much as working. One good one bad, but perhaps his sea legs would develop... The grizzled captain knew better, but he couldnt help but root for the fledgling sailor. The captain's hat shook slowly, he didn't like it, but his duty was to his ship and crew. After watching Salty battle a complex knot securing a secondary sail for the better part of an hour he knew the young orc was not cut out for life on a ship. When they docked he broke the news. As Salty departed, head down and feeling positively wretched, the captain penned a letter of recommendation to the captain of the dock watch. He made sure the young orc had an opportunity to earn his keep and hopefully stay out of trouble.
"I'm not fer likin' anywheres ye can't gets to by boat," He grumbled, but it was obvious the ropes, knots, and half a dozen straps were beyond ability to sort through.
With the Party's gear stowed on the camel balance is important.
Please roll either History DC 13
On pass you recall how gear should be strapped to a camel by remembering how the traders do it.
Or please Roll Investigation DC 13
On pass you see where the rope or uneven bulge would create a sore on the camel from chafing.
Samir rolls a 5 investigation - he has no clue as how this is done, as he has never been in this situation before.
Salty
***OoC: investigate: 10***
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Salty wipes the sweat from his face and scratches his blue haired head. His eyes worked very well, so seeing the camel, gear, and various ropes and straps, held together by what looked to the orc to be a pair of beholders stalk wrestling. His eyes sqinted as he glared menacingly at the various knots. His hand drifted to the hilt of his sword. "So, again me 'n ye er fer meetin'," he growled at the mess of attachments. Yet again his nemesis rears its ugly knot.
The captain glared at a young Salty with a critical eye. The orc, in his late adolescent, was undeniablely strong, but he seemed to be picking himself up off the deck as much as working. One good one bad, but perhaps his sea legs would develop... The grizzled captain knew better, but he couldnt help but root for the fledgling sailor. The captain's hat shook slowly, he didn't like it, but his duty was to his ship and crew. After watching Salty battle a complex knot securing a secondary sail for the better part of an hour he knew the young orc was not cut out for life on a ship. When they docked he broke the news. As Salty departed, head down and feeling positively wretched, the captain penned a letter of recommendation to the captain of the dock watch. He made sure the young orc had an opportunity to earn his keep and hopefully stay out of trouble.
"I'm not fer likin' anywheres ye can't gets to by boat," He grumbled, but it was obvious the ropes, knots, and half a dozen straps were beyond ability to sort through.
***OoC: investigation 10***
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond