To Strife, The shopkeep says "Pirate? Oh son, Ryleigh Red Skies is no Pirate! She's sent plenty of Pirates to their watery graves though! The Captain of the Misty Matron retired from the Royal Navy with the highest headcount, by far, of any Naval Officer since it's inception." and he chuckles to himself "Pirate ship... Heh, good one son."
Agamemnon inspects the gunpowder weapons curiously but shows no interest in purchasing them. "A fight? What were the odds?" He asks, turning to regard Strife from behind his dark green locks.
Strife would bounce over to the shop keeper, "Sorry friend, I grew up in a rough area where the only ships people talked about were pirate ships... Now I call just about any ship a pirate ship apparently" The kobold says hanging his head. "Please don't let the captain know I said it was a pirate ship" Strife will say taking his tail and holding it in his hands while trying his best to make sad puppy dog eyes.
The Shopkeep will say "Oh, I won't say anything son, but it's bad practice to keep a secret from your Captain." as he winks at Lady Susanne and Agamemnon, making a show of false seriousness. "If you can't trust those you sail with, who can you trust? Best to get it all off your chest before you weigh anchor. I'm sure she'll understand. At least, for your sake I hope she does."
"Hmmmm well crap" The kobold would say wringing his tail in his claws. The kobold would walk off down some of the other isles, occasionally picking up some other thing that he would have never been able to afford that he thinks may be useful or nice before returning to the counter. A few moments later the kobold would place another arm full of goods on the counter. "How much for this stuff?" Strife would ask still seeming a little worried about the captain finding out he called the ship a pirate ship.
1 x sling (a fancy one?) 20 x sling ammo? 1 x pouch 1 x navigators tools 1 x net 1 x dragon chess set
"Oh, don't go getting your tail in a twist son, I was only teasing you." Says the Shopkeep as he begins ringing up your purchase. "A healthy sense of humor's essential if you plan on spending weeks at sea, cooped up in a box. Ok, your total comes to 31gp, 10sp, and 4cp."
You find a sling made of finely cured black leather. The holes where the cords attach to the cup are reinforced with metal grommets. The cords themselves are braided tight with metal rings at the ends before the knot. As you pile your haul onto the counter you see a beautiful Dragonchess set in a display case behind it. Its masterfully carved pieces appear to be hewn from black and white marble. The game board is inaid with mother-of-pearl.
Rend would scoop up the remaining items, hardly able to stuff them all into his pack before struggling to toss it over his shoulder. "So I am ready to board the ship I think. You guys wanna buy anything?" The kobold would ask with a smile.
Strife would then bounce happily along behind his companions, occasionally pulling out one of his new purchases and holding it tightly in his claws. A large toothy grin spreading across the kobolds face as he has never in his life seen the amount of gold he had spend today. When they arrive at the ship he would pull out his token and present it to anyone that asked before asking to board the ship.
After completing your task, the rest of the evening is yours. With the midnight curfew roughly 6 hours away there's still time to explore the docks if you wish. There are two other locations of note, a tavern and an open air market. You pass the Tavern first on your way back to the ship.
As you make your way through the crowds you hear drunken revelry in the form of singing, laughing, and cursing. You head toward the sounds and find the simple tavern you saw on your way to the Misty Matron. Mounted on the wall behind the planks of the bar is a large piece of driftwood with the words "The Salty Spray" painted on it. A portly blue Dragonborn fellow is laughing with a few of the patrons from behind the bar. Two sunburned sailors sit across from each other at one of the three tables; a thin elven woman with a faded tattoo of an anchor on each of her forearms, and a broad half-orc with a blue bandana and two golden hoops in his ear. The elf has one hand flat atop the table and with the other, she swiftly stabs a short but sharp looking dagger deftly between her wide-stretched fingers. The thin woman stops after a few seconds then hands the dagger and a bottle of rum to the half-orc across from her. The bigger man takes a swig from the open bottle before he takes his turn stabbing between his own fingers. You hear grunting and cursing from your left and see arm wrestling and gambling at the other two tables.
Feel free to sit and drink, challenge someone to an arm wrestle, five-finger-filet, or a game of dice if you like. Or, if no one's interested you all can continue on your way to the Misty Matron.
Vappa, the rules are as follows: The buy in is whatever you wish, could be 1gp, could be 100gp. You and your opponent both place your gold in the center of the table. The challenger (In this case, you) goes first. You take a swig of rum, then stab the dagger between each of your fingers, back and forth, three times. If you manage to succeed, you pass the dagger and the rum to your opponent and they go. Continue until someone fails.
On your first turn you'll make a DC 5 DEX check. If you pass, your opponent goes. On your next turn you make another DC 5 DEX check but with a -1 penalty due to the rum. The penalty increases by -1 each round until someone fails. He who fails, loses the game and takes 1 point of piercing damage. The winner takes the gold. I'll roll for the NPC.
Who would you like to challenge? The Elven woman, the Half-Orc, or a party member?
Strife would look towards the strong rough looking sailors and then to is own spindly arms."Uhh I dont imagine any if you would be Interested in a game if dragonchess would you" The kobold would ask with a nervous smile... otherwise I have this new dagger we could use for the finger stab game....
Seldor, you manage to make your way back to the Misty Matron without too much trouble. The ladder leading below deck on the other hand, takes you a while. You cling to the rungs, not sure if the boat's swaying or your head is spinning. After about 10 minutes of stop and go descending, you finally reach the deck amidship. You stumble into your room and see the hammock that is your bed for the next few weeks. With a sigh, you begin to disrobe. In your underwear, you attempt to climb into the hammock and you're promptly dumped to the floor. After a couple of additional unsuccessful attempts, you pull your clothes into a pile, lay your head on them, and pass out.
To Strife, The shopkeep says "Pirate? Oh son, Ryleigh Red Skies is no Pirate! She's sent plenty of Pirates to their watery graves though! The Captain of the Misty Matron retired from the Royal Navy with the highest headcount, by far, of any Naval Officer since it's inception." and he chuckles to himself "Pirate ship... Heh, good one son."
Agamemnon inspects the gunpowder weapons curiously but shows no interest in purchasing them. "A fight? What were the odds?" He asks, turning to regard Strife from behind his dark green locks.
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"2 to 4....a fair fight." Vappa responds. "Small lizard...took final kill."
Strife would bounce over to the shop keeper, "Sorry friend, I grew up in a rough area where the only ships people talked about were pirate ships... Now I call just about any ship a pirate ship apparently" The kobold says hanging his head. "Please don't let the captain know I said it was a pirate ship" Strife will say taking his tail and holding it in his hands while trying his best to make sad puppy dog eyes.
The Shopkeep will say "Oh, I won't say anything son, but it's bad practice to keep a secret from your Captain." as he winks at Lady Susanne and Agamemnon, making a show of false seriousness. "If you can't trust those you sail with, who can you trust? Best to get it all off your chest before you weigh anchor. I'm sure she'll understand. At least, for your sake I hope she does."
"Hmmmm well crap" The kobold would say wringing his tail in his claws. The kobold would walk off down some of the other isles, occasionally picking up some other thing that he would have never been able to afford that he thinks may be useful or nice before returning to the counter. A few moments later the kobold would place another arm full of goods on the counter. "How much for this stuff?" Strife would ask still seeming a little worried about the captain finding out he called the ship a pirate ship.
1 x sling (a fancy one?)
20 x sling ammo?
1 x pouch
1 x navigators tools
1 x net
1 x dragon chess set
"Oh, don't go getting your tail in a twist son, I was only teasing you." Says the Shopkeep as he begins ringing up your purchase. "A healthy sense of humor's essential if you plan on spending weeks at sea, cooped up in a box. Ok, your total comes to 31gp, 10sp, and 4cp."
You find a sling made of finely cured black leather. The holes where the cords attach to the cup are reinforced with metal grommets. The cords themselves are braided tight with metal rings at the ends before the knot. As you pile your haul onto the counter you see a beautiful Dragonchess set in a display case behind it. Its masterfully carved pieces appear to be hewn from black and white marble. The game board is inaid with mother-of-pearl.
Sling 5sp
Sling Ammunition 4cp for 20
Pouch 5sp
Net 1gp
Dragonchess Set 5gp
Navigator's Tools 25gp
Rend would scoop up the remaining items, hardly able to stuff them all into his pack before struggling to toss it over his shoulder. "So I am ready to board the ship I think. You guys wanna buy anything?" The kobold would ask with a smile.
"Nah. I've already bought enough. Let's go get some treasure."
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"Yup the order for the ship is delivered, might as well head back to the ship."
Agamemnon shakes his head and relapses into silence.
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Strife would then bounce happily along behind his companions, occasionally pulling out one of his new purchases and holding it tightly in his claws. A large toothy grin spreading across the kobolds face as he has never in his life seen the amount of gold he had spend today. When they arrive at the ship he would pull out his token and present it to anyone that asked before asking to board the ship.
After completing your task, the rest of the evening is yours. With the midnight curfew roughly 6 hours away there's still time to explore the docks if you wish. There are two other locations of note, a tavern and an open air market. You pass the Tavern first on your way back to the ship.
As you make your way through the crowds you hear drunken revelry in the form of singing, laughing, and cursing. You head toward the sounds and find the simple tavern you saw on your way to the Misty Matron. Mounted on the wall behind the planks of the bar is a large piece of driftwood with the words "The Salty Spray" painted on it. A portly blue Dragonborn fellow is laughing with a few of the patrons from behind the bar. Two sunburned sailors sit across from each other at one of the three tables; a thin elven woman with a faded tattoo of an anchor on each of her forearms, and a broad half-orc with a blue bandana and two golden hoops in his ear. The elf has one hand flat atop the table and with the other, she swiftly stabs a short but sharp looking dagger deftly between her wide-stretched fingers. The thin woman stops after a few seconds then hands the dagger and a bottle of rum to the half-orc across from her. The bigger man takes a swig from the open bottle before he takes his turn stabbing between his own fingers. You hear grunting and cursing from your left and see arm wrestling and gambling at the other two tables.
Feel free to sit and drink, challenge someone to an arm wrestle, five-finger-filet, or a game of dice if you like. Or, if no one's interested you all can continue on your way to the Misty Matron.
Vappa is interested in a game of five-fingered-filet.
Seldor's not strong and in his current inebriated state, he'd probably chop off one of his fingers He's going back to the Matron to pass out.
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Lady Susanne followed to the tavern to grab a drink before going back to the boat and watch Vappa play, curious how the game works.
Vappa, the rules are as follows: The buy in is whatever you wish, could be 1gp, could be 100gp. You and your opponent both place your gold in the center of the table. The challenger (In this case, you) goes first. You take a swig of rum, then stab the dagger between each of your fingers, back and forth, three times. If you manage to succeed, you pass the dagger and the rum to your opponent and they go. Continue until someone fails.
On your first turn you'll make a DC 5 DEX check. If you pass, your opponent goes. On your next turn you make another DC 5 DEX check but with a -1 penalty due to the rum. The penalty increases by -1 each round until someone fails. He who fails, loses the game and takes 1 point of piercing damage. The winner takes the gold. I'll roll for the NPC.
Who would you like to challenge? The Elven woman, the Half-Orc, or a party member?
Strife would look towards the strong rough looking sailors and then to is own spindly arms."Uhh I dont imagine any if you would be Interested in a game if dragonchess would you" The kobold would ask with a nervous smile... otherwise I have this new dagger we could use for the finger stab game....
Seldor, you manage to make your way back to the Misty Matron without too much trouble. The ladder leading below deck on the other hand, takes you a while. You cling to the rungs, not sure if the boat's swaying or your head is spinning. After about 10 minutes of stop and go descending, you finally reach the deck amidship. You stumble into your room and see the hammock that is your bed for the next few weeks. With a sigh, you begin to disrobe. In your underwear, you attempt to climb into the hammock and you're promptly dumped to the floor. After a couple of additional unsuccessful attempts, you pull your clothes into a pile, lay your head on them, and pass out.
Vappa will challenge the elven woman with a 10gp buy in.
Dex check: 16
(Ouch)