'It takes a lot of Kay's willpower not to eat the delicious smelling food in front of her. Her bruised stomach rumbles, and she regrets having given up her entire loaf of bread to the incorrigible Unne. She manages to tear her eyes away from the food long enough to look at the officers as they make their announcements, though her thoughts are fairly consumed with the desire to eat. She raises her mug in remembrance of Nern, taking a small sip afterwards.'
'Taking another sip, Kay nearly shoots beer through her nose, but chokes it down following with a rasping cough, when the Captain announces that she is to be named a senior sailor. Her face is red and her eyes teary and she pulls a bit of cloth from one of the pouches on her belt to wipe her face, doing her best not to embarrass herself further.'
A’ro just looked at the three and nodded – he had heard about what happened, but not that these three were the reason it wasn’t so bad. He leaned over and read the list taking in the names, especially those working with the sails and riggings. He noticed the underlined names, his hand raising to his chin as he thought.
“Sir, no disagreement here about these fine sailors. Out of curiosity why don’t we have one senior sailor in each area to provide oversight and guidance?” He voice was a mixture of curiosity, respect and experience. Though he wouldn’t disagree with the captain, he was curious.
The mug raised to his lips as he took a sip of his drink “Don’t get me ‘rong Capt’in, I’ll gladly take two of our fine senior sailors for Rigging Rats and Sail Monkeys, but why not put one under gunner and guards? As for the two additional crew members, why not try getting Beril - known her for a while and she might very well just scare the pirates off with a look and quick smack.” He just gave a chuckle to himself as he thought about Beril trying to fight a pirate, knowing she seemed to enjoy some aspect of her job to his knowledge.
'It takes a lot of Kay's willpower not to eat the delicious smelling food in front of her. Her bruised stomach rumbles, and she regrets having given up her entire loaf of bread to the incorrigible Unne. She manages to tear her eyes away from the food long enough to look at the officers as they make their announcements, though her thoughts are fairly consumed with the desire to eat. She raises her mug in remembrance of Nern, taking a small sip afterwards.'
'Taking another sip, Kay nearly shoots beer through her nose, but chokes it down following with a rasping cough, when the Captain announces that she is to be named a senior sailor. Her face is red and her eyes teary and she pulls a bit of cloth from one of the pouches on her belt to wipe her face, doing her best not to embarrass herself further.'
'Following the toast in Nern's memory, all three officers appear to notice Kay's embarrassment. The captain and first mate display a good natured understanding, while the scowling bosun just continues to eat sullenly, openly frowning at the ships mage the whole time. Captain Aundrey remarks,'
"Worry not, Kay. The appointment of senior sailor is an informal one and does not pertain to any additional responsibilities beyond occassionally working with your officers more closely to help ensure the smooth performance of ship business. It brings neither additional rewards nor heightened expectations beyond that of being a good and able member of the crew. It is however a recognition of the exemplary service that the designated sailors have already given. Furthermore, it can be useful for ships officers to have a small pool of identified and reliable crew members that they can call on should the need arise."
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A’ro just looked at the three and nodded – he had heard about what happened, but not that these three were the reason it wasn’t so bad. He leaned over and read the list taking in the names, especially those working with the sails and riggings. He noticed the underlined names, his hand raising to his chin as he thought.
“Sir, no disagreement here about these fine sailors. Out of curiosity why don’t we have one senior sailor in each area to provide oversight and guidance?” He voice was a mixture of curiosity, respect and experience. Though he wouldn’t disagree with the captain, he was curious.
The mug raised to his lips as he took a sip of his drink “Don’t get me ‘rong Capt’in, I’ll gladly take two of our fine senior sailors for Rigging Rats and Sail Monkeys, but why not put one under gunner and guards? As for the two additional crew members, why not try getting Beril - known her for a while and she might very well just scare the pirates off with a look and quick smack.” He just gave a chuckle to himself as he thought about Beril trying to fight a pirate, knowing she seemed to enjoy some aspect of her job to his knowledge.
'The Captain nods at A'ro's comments, apparently seeing some sense in them, and there are a few chuckles at the mention of Beril's no-nonsense approach to troublesome customers, but it is E'strue who answers,'
"Keen thoughts and fair comments, master of sail. The captain and other officers in crew complement one were happy with their selections, based on those sailor's experience and demonstrated capability. It is up to meself and ye other officers in complement two to agree on our senior sailors. These three here before ye have been nominated due to their heroics today against the undead who attacked, but if ye'd like to put other names forward, A'ro, then nows yer chance.
On havin' one senior sailor in each 'area' of ships operations, again that's up to our officers to decide, but it is the officers who have command over their area of the Shark's functions, not common sailors, not even senior sailors. Any sailor may be asked to help convey the orders of an officer, but non-officers may not give orders themselves. It is the duty of an officer to always be present as needed to issue relevant orders, OR if any absence is anticipated, to confer with the Captain and COs before designatin' temporary oversight to another. Besides which, there simply may not be a reliable or better sailor among each area of the ships operations, least not in both crew complements.
As to Beril the barmaid, I can't say as I know her well, but it would be an odd choice, though not the oddest ever, to appoint an inn's servin' woman to a ships crew. Regardless of how ably Beril may slap some deserving fella though, I would wait to confer with yer fellow officers before speaking to me, the captain and the bosun with ye final nominations. As'n repairs are still underway and we're not scheduled to sail for a couple more days, there's no urgent rush on that particular task."
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After bringing in the food Vaken sat back and watched the rest of his shipmates. When the captain gave his speech and named Vaken a senior sailor he was surprised but happy. But watching Kay, he couldn't tell if she was happy or not. He still couldn't quite get a read on her, she seemed so emotional to the stoic goliath. But when he went down in battle she was the one standing over him keeping him save.Kay had heart and he respected that, even if he didn't understand the rest of what made her who she was. After all the officers got their first helpings and Unne his second (or was it thirds?) Vaken fixed a plate of food and passed it Kay. Perhaps if she was eating she'd be happier. Food makes people happy. Even Unne.
After bringing in the food Vaken sat back and watched the rest of his shipmates. When the captain gave his speech and named Vaken a senior sailor he was surprised but happy. But watching Kay, he couldn't tell if she was happy or not. He still couldn't quite get a read on her, she seemed so emotional to the stoic goliath. But when he went down in battle she was the one standing over him keeping him save.Kay had heart and he respected that, even if he didn't understand the rest of what made her who she was. After all the officers got their first helpings and Unne his second (or was it thirds?) Vaken fixed a plate of food and passed it Kay. Perhaps if she was eating she'd be happier. Food makes people happy. Even Unne.
'As Vaken holds out the plate towards Kay, the still hungry Unne leans forward as if to snatch the serving away, before a look from Vaken and a pointed clearing of the first mate's throat causes the somewhat chagrined Northman to pull his hand away. The weapons master settles for grabbing a tankard of beer and a loaf of bread, which he proceeds to noisily demolish in short order, to the ongoing disgust of quartermaster Daegrin.
Conversation at the table varies as the meal reaches its half-way point. The first mate answers the bosun's question about asking Carvis, the Dubol's guard captain, to join the crew. E'strue says she thinks the man an arrogant boor and unlikely to follow orders well, despite his capacity with a blade. Meanwhile, Daegrin assures the captain that munitions and repair supplies are stocked, and that all remaining provisions will be acquired and stowed by day's end tomorrow. To a curt statement from Unne about the ship having too many rats and monkeys, and needing more 'bears and lions', E'strue points out that the three ships masts require a sailor each, plus an additional lookout in the crows nest, while the two ballistas require two gunners a piece and the mangonel a fifth. Unne for his part looks to his fingers briefly, but then just grunts at the first mate's words and figures.
Throughout the meal and various conversations, however, bosun Drannick's hard, cock-eyed stare keeps turning in the direction of the ships mage. Taking an occassional draught from his familiar, yet oddly shaped, silver mug (from which he'd poured a portion onto table at the captain's earlier toast for Nern), the bosun's glower never wavers, despite the eating of his meal or answering of questions.'
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A’r just listened as E’strue talking and smiled “I don’t disagree with your points my friend and I definitely don’t disagree with these appointments. I actually think the Capt’in” He nodded to the Captain out of respect, playing into the whispers he overheard early, “and y’all picked our three best and the choice was a wise one, a clear indication of our good leadership.”
He takes another sip, to add a pause in the conversation as he thought “Although the officers have command of their areas, they cannot see everything going on. This is why it is good to have a sailor they can trust to help keep watch collect information, an apprentice or assistant, call them what you like. Understanding that the good Captain can designate temporary oversight to another, I would prefer not to over burden an Officer with something they may not have knowledge or experience in and risk putting the ship in danger because they decided on the wrong call or misinterpreted information.” Again he takes a swig of his drink.
“Now I’m also not saying give a sailor the right to give orders just allow them to politely make suggestions based off their experience and knowledge. The reason I recommend we limit it to one is so that the officer isn’t getting battered with yelling and shouting. This keeps order, prevents a dumb mistake that could take all our lives, this ship or both, and helps to build up a sailor to assume a position should an Officer meet an unfortunate end, in this dangerous business we’ve decided to take up together. Additionally, it helps prevent a mutiny because the sailors begin to feel that we are listening to them and that they are helping to make a decision regarding this – even if we were already going to do that very idea.” He just looked around the table, looking at all the officers.
“As officers we are not better than the men and women who are on this ship with us, we just have more responsibility. If anything we need to remember that we should seek to help them grow and develop. We should provide an example to future leaders among the crew. We should ensure we are taking our sailors input into consideration with every decision, even if we disagree with it – it may help us notice something we di’nt before. This being one side o’ the coin. The other being that the sailors have to respect what we say no matter what when a decision is made and execute it.”
His attention turns to the Captain “Just like all of us Officers in the end have to obey the Capt’ins order and decisions…” his glance turns quickly to the E’strue “even if we don’t agree with them to help create a unified appearance. We can disagree and bring it up in private within this group, however as we all know what the Capt’in says goes and we shouldn’t want the captain to think we’re ignoring him as Officers, it wouldn’t be right. Damn near mutinous I’d say, wouldn’t you agree.”
'Kay smiles at Vaken when he hands her a plate,' "My thanks, Vaken," 'Kay says now that the officers are busy speaking among themselves. She takes dainty bites at first, but the flavors are so enticing that she forgets her manners and shovels the plate down, though perhaps not as hastily or in as ill mannered a fashion as Weaponsmaster Unne. She does, however, talk with her mouthful.'
"Vaken, this is incredible! Mmm..." ' she gulps a mouthful,'"delicious! Tell me, how are you feeling after this morning's... er... practice? And what's a man of your... stature... want with a cramped kitchen on a boat anyhow?"
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'Between taking mouthfuls of food and drink, Kay occasionally pinches chunks of bread or other bits of food and stuffs them into a bulky looking pouch on her belt. She pats it once or twice as one might pat a dog on the head.'
"Vaken, this is incredible! Mmm..." ' she gulps a mouthful,'"delicious! Tell me, how are you feeling after this morning's... er... practice? And what's a man of your... stature... want with a cramped kitchen on a boat anyhow?"
"Glad you're enjoying it" Vaken says, pleased that he was right. Good food does make everyone happy."As for why I'm in the kitchen, well, it's just something I'm good at. I wanted to experience life at sea and figured ships cook was a good way to combine the two."
A’r just listened as E’strue talking and smiled “I don’t disagree with your points my friend and I definitely don’t disagree with these appointments. I actually think the Capt’in” He nodded to the Captain out of respect, playing into the whispers he overheard early, “and y’all picked our three best and the choice was a wise one, a clear indication of our good leadership.”
He takes another sip, to add a pause in the conversation as he thought “Although the officers have command of their areas, they cannot see everything going on. This is why it is good to have a sailor they can trust to help keep watch collect information, an apprentice or assistant, call them what you like. Understanding that the good Captain can designate temporary oversight to another, I would prefer not to over burden an Officer with something they may not have knowledge or experience in and risk putting the ship in danger because they decided on the wrong call or misinterpreted information.” Again he takes a swig of his drink.
“Now I’m also not saying give a sailor the right to give orders just allow them to politely make suggestions based off their experience and knowledge. The reason I recommend we limit it to one is so that the officer isn’t getting battered with yelling and shouting. This keeps order, prevents a dumb mistake that could take all our lives, this ship or both, and helps to build up a sailor to assume a position should an Officer meet an unfortunate end, in this dangerous business we’ve decided to take up together. Additionally, it helps prevent a mutiny because the sailors begin to feel that we are listening to them and that they are helping to make a decision regarding this – even if we were already going to do that very idea.” He just looked around the table, looking at all the officers.
“As officers we are not better than the men and women who are on this ship with us, we just have more responsibility. If anything we need to remember that we should seek to help them grow and develop. We should provide an example to future leaders among the crew. We should ensure we are taking our sailors input into consideration with every decision, even if we disagree with it – it may help us notice something we di’nt before. This being one side o’ the coin. The other being that the sailors have to respect what we say no matter what when a decision is made and execute it.”
His attention turns to the Captain “Just like all of us Officers in the end have to obey the Capt’ins order and decisions…” his glance turns quickly to the E’strue “even if we don’t agree with them to help create a unified appearance. We can disagree and bring it up in private within this group, however as we all know what the Capt’in says goes and we shouldn’t want the captain to think we’re ignoring him as Officers, it wouldn’t be right. Damn near mutinous I’d say, wouldn’t you agree.”
'The first mate nods, and seems to be about to reply in her usually cool measured way, when the bosun interjects suddenly,'
"Bah, what do ye know of responsibility, pup? Yer greener than the good... well, yer greener than a ships officer has any right ta be, master of sail. The weapons master and quarter master have real leagues 'neath 'em, aye, but the rest of ye... I tolds ye cap'n, an' I told ye too E'strue, that we should've taken crew aboard in Luskan or sailed up ta the 'Shear, but 'gain me years of experience went unheaded.
Now this one wants to split authority 'mongst half the crew? Bah! And what happens when yer second-in-command gunner on shift one disagrees with yer second guner on shift two. Or ye second monkey on shift one disagrees with an order given by yerself hours before, master of sail? Ye want to stop fer committee meetin's everytime someone who's sailed 'tween here an' the 'Shear or spent more'n a score of months 'board ship has a difference of opinion? Or maybe its that ye ain't got the stones for command... is that it, master of sail?
An' let me tell ye a few thin's 'bout mutinies, young officer, seein' as I've no doubt ye ain't ne'er seen one... and I has. Ugly they are, startin' quick and unseen often as not, like wildfire or a Summer tempest. And they ain't started by officers not listenin' to the crew, ye blasted fool! Officers ain't officers to listen to the blasted crew! It's the other blasted way round! Oh no, let me tell ye how they start! They start when a crew don't respect the chain of command, losin' faith in their betters 'bility to BE better. Ta lead 'em through the guts'n'gale, an' out the other side!"
'By now, bosun Drannick is almost shouting, standing on his feet, face flushed beneath his grey beard and his chest heaving slightly, hands planted agressively on his hips, staring around with wide eyes, daring anyone present to naysay his words.
Captain Aundrey looks somewhat startled by the sudden volaility of the bosun's explosive outburst clears his throat in the awkward silence, but it is E'strue who speaks, calmly, deliberately, but with undeniable authority,'
"Calm now, bosun Drannick. We're all ta knowin' that yer an' old sea-dog with a beard full of sea-lice, an' 'avin the wisdom that such brings. An aye, ye 'ave the right of it 'bout keepin' a handle on the crew, no doubtin' that. Tis why yer bosun on this hear ship after all. The good ships master of sail 'ere is just makin' 'is views heard, that's all. As is his right, same as the other junior officers.
Now, if'n ye have somethin' else on yer grey haired chest that needs to get off it, then do so. Otherwise we're all to keep a civil tongue in this room when addressin' each other... clear?"
'The calmly delivered rejoinder from the first mate, along with the hard level stare E'strue continues to send Drannick's way, is apparently sufficient to put the quieted, though still fuming, bosun in his chair. Strangely enough though, his dark stare is not directed at master of sail A'ro, but rather at the ships mage, Virtoris.'
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A’ro just listened as the man vent and then the Captain spoke “Yes Sir understood.”
He looked at the Bosun “You’re right I’m green to being an Officer and not much is going to change that but time among this ship and no I didn’t say authority among half the crew. However,…” he just looked away for a second and back at the man squaring him in the eyes “I’ve seen a mutiny – seen the consequences of one as well. Lost someone like a father to me, and I’ll be DAMNED…” his eyes sparked like a growing storm for a second, before he froze to take a deep breath calming himself “excuse me…I’ll be damned if I let one take another Captain of mine.”
He just stared at the first mate taking note where his stare was “They start when all respect is loss, respect for the chain of command, respect for people, respect of the ship and her mission at sea...” he just looked at all the officers “Respect for the Captains wishes and orders.”
“Anyways, I’ve said my share and made my points heard. Back to this delicious meal and drink amongst friends and fellow Officers.” He said just going back to chewing on some meat and washing it down with Ale.
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For most of the meal and meeting, Virt kept quiet. He knew this was coming, and the old sea-dog kept his beady little prejudice eyes on the Vedalken the whole time. As Valen brings in the gracious spread Virtoris slowly eats, listening to the crew and biding his time. He can’t help but steal glances towards Kay. This one showed so much promise, and she was brave. What Virt wouldn’t do to have her watching his back in battles. Being a mage he would need someone to protect him, for he would be the target of most attacks.
There would be time to discuss bodyguards later, right now he had to hold his ground against the bosun. The dwarf may be experienced, but this prejudice that he has shown towards gnomes sickened Virtoris. Hell, even made him angry.
Not angry enough to explode in front of half the crew, seemingly aimed at the Cap’n’s ears if not directed at him directly. This one was playing a game, one that he’s probably seen and played hundreds of times. Two can play at that game Virt thought to himself. Except, he may not think Virt would be up to it.
“Such enthusiasm, dear Bosun. Yer breadth of knowledge must be very comparable, I am humbled to be with such a trained sailor. Being surrounded by such esteemed sailors really makes me feel safe but also with a sense of pride.” Virt pauses to take a drink of his wine, he looks over at Kay and Vaken and smiles. Those two welcomed in this small chamber as well. And well deserved. This was a sight for all of them, one that should be honored. “I’m proud to be on the Shore Shark, to train with this great compliment of officers,” he nods his head towards the three senior sailors, “and crew. To be given a chance would make me da’ proud it would. Being raised by gnomes on this sea ye learn a thing or two. One, they make damned fine sailors. And two, old prejudices are like fire in the hold. Let them burn too long and ye’ll find yer self sinking. So, if I may be so forward, as yer eyes have been since ye’ve walked into this room...what’s the problem, Bosun? Let’s get it out there so we can ALL move past this and make this initial voyage a successful one.”
Virt stares back at the Bosun. This time his eyes aren’t gentle or seemingly dazed. They are squinted slightly and unblinking. He takes a small draw of a breath and slowly breathes it out his lips. His heart was pounding, but this dwarf offended something very near and dear to his heart. He wasn’t going to be stared down on this ship for one moment longer. Virt would not back down, but he wasn’t going to be pushed around either. By hands or by words.
He steals a glance at the three senior sailors, hoping they’re paying attention. If the Captain was right about them they’d be officers one day. Maybe on the Shore Shark, maybe on a ship of their own. They need to learn the game now before it takes them and maroons them at some unknown port.
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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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Shocked by the bosun's behavior and words, Vaken started trying to pay attention to the social queues in the room. When Virt pipped up Vaken got a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. This could turn ugly and Vaken wasn't sure who's side he'd take if things went that route. Then he saw the big northerner and the look he was giving Virt. This wasn't good at all.
For DM:
If anyone attacks, Vaken will immediately cast Fog Cloud and then try to get Virt and Kay out of the room safely.
Shocked by the bosun's behavior and words, Vaken started trying to pay attention to the social queues in the room. When Virt pipped up Vaken got a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. This could turn ugly and Vaken wasn't sure who's side he'd take if things went that route. Then he saw the big northerner and the look he was giving Virt. This wasn't good at all.
For DM:
If anyone attacks, Vaken will immediately cast Fog Cloud and then try to get Virt and Kay out of the room safely.
'The large cook looks surprised and disheartened that the praise for his well-prepared meal has so quickly turned into tense hostility. The looks passing between the dwarven bosun and the tall blue ships mage hang thick in the air, while following the first mate's words, Captain Aundrey and the other assembled officers seem intent for the most part on letting the two men sort it out whatever this is between them.
The Northman Unne is watching on intently, gnawing on a large half-cut piece of meat as his eyes move from the bosun to the ships mage, back to the bosun... and back to the...'
[OOC] Thanks for the heads up on what Vaken is preparing to do. If he's going to try to do it pre-emptively, then chuck an insight check in your last post.
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'Kay is stuck frozen in place as Bosun Drannick erupts. She stands partially stooped with serving utensils mid-scoop, and looks at the reactions of each person around the table, her own orange eyes wide with surprise her eyebrows raised high and her face just a bit paler than usual. She nearly leaps out of her skin when Captain Aundrey clears his throat, fumbling the serving utensils directly into the porridge, before hastily taking her seat, eyes looking straight down at her feet.'
'She sneaks glances around at the others as the First Mate and Virt speak, but is clearly waiting for all of this awkwardness to be over.'
...looked away for a second and back at the man squaring him in the eyes “I’ve seen a mutiny – seen the consequences of one as well. Lost someone like a father to me, and I’ll be DAMNED…” his eyes sparked like a growing storm for a second, before he froze to take a deep breath calming himself “excuse me…I’ll be damned if I let one take another Captain of mine.”
He just stared at the first mate taking note where his stare was “They start when all respect is loss, respect for the chain of command, respect for people, respect of the ship and her mission at sea...” he just looked at all the officers “Respect for the Captains wishes and orders.”
“Anyways, I’ve said my share and made my points heard. Back to this delicious meal and drink amongst friends and fellow Officers.” He said just going back to chewing on some meat and washing it down with Ale.
'Despite the conviction and eloquence of his words, it take's A'ro a few moments to realise that few people in the room are paying him any attention, most of their gazes moving back and forth between the bosun and the real target of his ire... Taking a drink of his ale before turning away from the abrassive bosun and back to his meal, the master of sail's expectant fork is greeted by an empty metal plate, though he could have sworn that he'd still had half his meat left.'
“Such enthusiasm, dear Bosun. You’re breadth of knowledge must be very comparable, I am humbled to be with such a trained sailor. Being surrounded by such esteemed sailors really makes me feel safe but also with a sense of pride.” Virt pauses to take a drink of his wine, he looks over at Kay and Vaken and smiles. Those two, welcomed in this small chamber as well. And well deserved. This was a sight for all of them, one that should be honored. “I’m proud to be on the Shore Shark, to train with this great compliment of officers,” he nods his head towards the three senior sailors, “and crew. To be given a chance, would make me da’ proud it would. Being raised by gnomes on this sea you learn a thing or two. One, they make damned fine sailors. And two, old predjudices are like fire the hold. Let them burn too long and you’ll find your self sinking. So, if I may be so forward as your eyes have been since you’ve walked into this room...what’s the problem, Bosun? Let’s get it out there so we can ALL move past this and make this initial voyage a successful one.”
Virt stares back at the Bosun. This time his eyes aren’t gentle or seemingly dazed. They are squinted slightly and unblinking. He takes a small draw of a breath and slowly breathes it out his lips. His heart was pounding, but this dwarf offended something very near and dear to his heart. He wasn’t going to be stared down on this ship for one moment longer. Virt would not back down, but he wasn’t going to be pushed around either. By hands or by words.
He steals a glance at the three senior sailors, hoping they’re paying attention. If the Captain was right about them they’d be officers one day. Maybe on the Shore Shark, maybe on a ship of their own. They need to learn the game now, before it takes them and maroons them at some unknown port.
'The Captain, throwing a dissapointed look at Drannick, is in the process of standing to speak when he stops suddenly, as though thinking better of it, and sits back down to quietly watch the exchange between his two officers. Following E'strue and Virt's words, all eyes swing towards the Bosun, who, looking around the room, seems to realise that there are few friendly looks and no nods of agreement being cast his way. Indeed, when the watching eyes shift back and forth between the two officers, it is in Virt's direction that the sympathy is clearly being directed.
Rolling his grey block-like head as though to ease a sudden tension in his stiff neck... or like a beast about to charge, Drannick puffs out his chest as though to speak, but then pauses and looks once again to the watching captain and first mate. Something like consideration pasess like a cloud across the dwarf's face, and again his eyes flick about the table, briefly meeting the unsympathetic stares of those assembled and for a moment Virt thinks that despite his stubborn streak, that Drannick will cede to the tide... But then the bousn pushes up and forward anyway, incidentally sending his chair backwards to bounce of the wall, both caloused hands coming down to *SLAM* onto the table,'
"Oh aye, I can SEE yer faces clear enough, an' I know them looks. But by Umberlee's barnacled bossum, I'll be DAMNED if I don't say me piece now, while I've still got the chance to save ye fools from yerselves! Aye, ye may think me hateful fer me next words, or daft fer holdin' to me views, but i'll tell ye all this now, right here in this room, with the wrathful ***** Queen herself as me witness... yer doomin' us ALL!
I ain't got nuthin' 'gainst no gnome that ever walked the soil who didn't wrong me, that's the shoal hard truth! But every sailor that's e'er sailed these waters KNOWS that to bring one 'board is MADNESS! And to bring one 'board who wants ta mess with this beautiful craft, our new mistress, this wonderful vessel that'll be our VERY lifeline out there amongst the cold waves and bloodthirsty pirates!
MAYBE yer right, Virt, MAYBE ye all are. MAYBE it IS time to put old superstitions aside and to hope, any to PRAY, that the gods agree... but I'm doubtin' it. And I tell ye this fer free - many of 'em out there'll be doubtin' it too!
'Without another word, the bosun turns from the table and storms from the room. Looking around the still silent room, Virt's eyes meet those of the captain, first mate and other assembled officers, and the ships mage sees no animosity or condemnation there, only looks of support and nods of agreement. At the bosun's departure, the tension quickly dissipates, the returning calm further ushered in by the captains next words,'
"My apologies, ships mage Virt. While clearly upset at the decision relayed to him before this meeting regarding the taking aboard of goodman Yentil as carpenter, bosun Drannick had no right to speak to you that way. First Mate E'strue and I will communicate as much to him after this meal, though I would not have Vaken's great work go to waste by not finishing that which we have started."
'First Mate E'strue nods and adds,'
"Aye, my apologies also, Virt. I thought that we'd reached some kind of understandin' with Drannick on the matter. When he'd first dug his heels in, we argued back'n'forth until we'd reached compromise that Yentil wouldn't be made an officer until after our first voyage, if'n he proved himself worthy that is. That's why ye will see Yentil's name on the Charter among the deckhands and runners, rather than 'mong the officers. Yentil himself agreed, also agreein' to be placed on Drannick's own crew complement, so that that block-headed bosun could keep an eye on him. Yentil was most accomodatin', in fact. It would appear that even these concessions were not enough and that the dwarves superstitions were just too great to overcome with reason... though we can hope that he'll come around.
Ye spoke well, by the way, fer yer friend and fer yerself. But I guess ye can tell that by the fact that Drannick left and we're all sittin' here friendly like with yerself."
[OOC] Everyone can make perception checks and look at the relevant spoiler boxes if you roll sufficient scores:
DC 15:
'As Captain Aundrey goes to stand to perhaps admonish the bosun for his rudeness, you note a subtle shake of E'strues head and left hand is enough to give the captain pause and eventually send him back to his seat. You also note that the first mate's right hand rests on the hilt of one of her daggers throughout the entire exchange.'
DC 20:
'While there were no condeming stares sent Virt's way, the weapons master Unne seemed to nod ever so slightly, perhaps in admiration at the dwarf's convictions, as Drannick stormed from the room. As the dwarf leaves the room, you also catch a barely audible whisper from E'strue, seemingly directed towards Drannick,'
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A’ro just watches the confrontation go on - though he was curious about Virt now. The all but quiet ship mage seemed out of character with this outburst, his lips curled into a smirk from the amusement he found in this.
When he found his plate empty he looked at the northman with curiousity ‘Did he…how…maybe I just ate it all’ was all he could think as his eyes caught the quick movement of the First Mate to her dagger. He just moved his hands under the table mutter a little primordial as he caused a small touch of wind to flow around her hand letting her know he was aware. If she looked at him he would just shake his hand in side to side trying to silently convey it wasn’t needed.
Though worry that she might not have been eying any of the officers but the Captain, he shifted his chair to fling a spell at her should it be needed. Though as the dwarf storms off and the words are exchanged, he sees he might have been wrong 'Seems like the first mate keeps a calm head, unlike the Bosun - that's good to know'.
'Knowing better than to speak up about things she doesn't understand, Kay looks at the door for a few moments after Drannick leaves. She looks puzzled and a bit sad for him, knowing that feeling of all the world being against you all too well. When the captain interrupts the lingering silence, Kay listens to him pensively. She waits a few moments longer, then helps herself to half a plate of food and a full mug of beer more as First Mate E'strue speaks with Virt.'
'Kestrell, uncomfortable from the tension, tried to think of a way to break the tension. He ran through several jokes in his head:
'Why do seagulls fly over the sea?'..'No, not long enough'.
'An old dwarven sailor stumbels into a bar with a ship's wheel stuffed into the front of his pants...'No, to on the nose. And we have mixed company.'
'The Captain and pilot are watching the ocean after being at sea for two weeks. Suddenly a hand appears in the sea...'That might work.'
'Kestrell looks up and says loudly':
"Bosun Drannick?!"
'But then thinks to himself, 'well, it might be better to get this out of the way. And Captain Aubrey would put a stop to it if he didn't like it.'
"Please pass the gravy..."
'Kestrell is almost thrown off his timing by the palpable tension in the room, but never one to miss an opportunity to interject, he gets his one-liner in just as the impassioned bosun is saying,'
"And I tell ye this fer free - [Please pass the gravy]... many of 'em out there'll be doubtin' it too!"
'The captain merely smiles at Kestrell's attempt at levity, the bearded young privateer clearly trying hard not to laugh. A few of the officers in the room appear to miss the bard's zinger, but the quip causes Daegrin to 'HA!' out loud (earning the halfling an absolute death-stare from bosun Drannick) while Unne, who has the actual, now nearly empty, gravy boat in hand, looks up with something of a guilty expression on his large much-scarred face, before sliding the container across the table in Kestrell's direction.
First Mate E'strue smiles as well and Ketrell catches her small silent clapping motion beneath the table, though she mutters to the side as Drannick storms out,'
"Nicely played, Kestrell. I musn't forget that ye were an entertainer before ye were our navigator... lest I wind up becomin' the butt of one of yer jokes."
A’ro just watches the confrontation go on - though he was curious about Virt now. The all but quiet ship mage seemed out of character with this outburst, his lips curled into a smirk from the amusement he found in this.
When he found his plate empty he looked at the northman with curiousity ‘Did he…how…maybe I just ate it all’ was all he could think as his eyes caught the quick movement of the First Mate to his dagger. He just moved his hands under the table mutter a little primordial as he caused a small touch of wind to flow around her hand letting her know he was aware. If she looked at him he would just shake his hand in side to side trying to silently convey it wasn’t needed.
Though worry that she might not have been eying any of the officers but the Captain, he shifted his chair to fling a spell at her should it be needed.
'E'strue looks back towards Drannick as he begins to storm from the room, just as a lone gust of wind sweeps by, a draft that strangely preceeds Drannick's opening of the room's door. As the stray wind causes the loose end of her tied green bandana to flutter, the first mate looks around surprised, taking her eyes from the bosun for a moment.
The astute woman's eyes quickly survey those at the table... before zeroing in on the master of sail, who in turn is watching E'strue carefully, his nimble fingers free and ready at his sides. Seeming to take note of the genasi's posture and preparedness, E'strue's eyes at first go wide, then narrow in fury... before her expression eases into one of wry mirth. With a subtle nod of the head to A'ro, a motion shared only between the two officers, the first mate listens as the captain finishes his apology to Virt, before offering her own.'
[OOC] Anyone PC who would like to catch sight of the full exchange can make a perception check with a DC of 19.
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'It takes a lot of Kay's willpower not to eat the delicious smelling food in front of her. Her bruised stomach rumbles, and she regrets having given up her entire loaf of bread to the incorrigible Unne. She manages to tear her eyes away from the food long enough to look at the officers as they make their announcements, though her thoughts are fairly consumed with the desire to eat. She raises her mug in remembrance of Nern, taking a small sip afterwards.'
'Taking another sip, Kay nearly shoots beer through her nose, but chokes it down following with a rasping cough, when the Captain announces that she is to be named a senior sailor. Her face is red and her eyes teary and she pulls a bit of cloth from one of the pouches on her belt to wipe her face, doing her best not to embarrass herself further.'
~♡~
A’ro just looked at the three and nodded – he had heard about what happened, but not that these three were the reason it wasn’t so bad. He leaned over and read the list taking in the names, especially those working with the sails and riggings. He noticed the underlined names, his hand raising to his chin as he thought.
“Sir, no disagreement here about these fine sailors. Out of curiosity why don’t we have one senior sailor in each area to provide oversight and guidance?” He voice was a mixture of curiosity, respect and experience. Though he wouldn’t disagree with the captain, he was curious.
The mug raised to his lips as he took a sip of his drink “Don’t get me ‘rong Capt’in, I’ll gladly take two of our fine senior sailors for Rigging Rats and Sail Monkeys, but why not put one under gunner and guards? As for the two additional crew members, why not try getting Beril - known her for a while and she might very well just scare the pirates off with a look and quick smack.” He just gave a chuckle to himself as he thought about Beril trying to fight a pirate, knowing she seemed to enjoy some aspect of her job to his knowledge.
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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
'Following the toast in Nern's memory, all three officers appear to notice Kay's embarrassment. The captain and first mate display a good natured understanding, while the scowling bosun just continues to eat sullenly, openly frowning at the ships mage the whole time. Captain Aundrey remarks,'
"Worry not, Kay. The appointment of senior sailor is an informal one and does not pertain to any additional responsibilities beyond occassionally working with your officers more closely to help ensure the smooth performance of ship business. It brings neither additional rewards nor heightened expectations beyond that of being a good and able member of the crew. It is however a recognition of the exemplary service that the designated sailors have already given. Furthermore, it can be useful for ships officers to have a small pool of identified and reliable crew members that they can call on should the need arise."
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DM Trevails Upon the Trackless Sea
'The Captain nods at A'ro's comments, apparently seeing some sense in them, and there are a few chuckles at the mention of Beril's no-nonsense approach to troublesome customers, but it is E'strue who answers,'
"Keen thoughts and fair comments, master of sail. The captain and other officers in crew complement one were happy with their selections, based on those sailor's experience and demonstrated capability. It is up to meself and ye other officers in complement two to agree on our senior sailors. These three here before ye have been nominated due to their heroics today against the undead who attacked, but if ye'd like to put other names forward, A'ro, then nows yer chance.
On havin' one senior sailor in each 'area' of ships operations, again that's up to our officers to decide, but it is the officers who have command over their area of the Shark's functions, not common sailors, not even senior sailors. Any sailor may be asked to help convey the orders of an officer, but non-officers may not give orders themselves. It is the duty of an officer to always be present as needed to issue relevant orders, OR if any absence is anticipated, to confer with the Captain and COs before designatin' temporary oversight to another. Besides which, there simply may not be a reliable or better sailor among each area of the ships operations, least not in both crew complements.
As to Beril the barmaid, I can't say as I know her well, but it would be an odd choice, though not the oddest ever, to appoint an inn's servin' woman to a ships crew. Regardless of how ably Beril may slap some deserving fella though, I would wait to confer with yer fellow officers before speaking to me, the captain and the bosun with ye final nominations. As'n repairs are still underway and we're not scheduled to sail for a couple more days, there's no urgent rush on that particular task."
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DM Trevails Upon the Trackless Sea
After bringing in the food Vaken sat back and watched the rest of his shipmates. When the captain gave his speech and named Vaken a senior sailor he was surprised but happy. But watching Kay, he couldn't tell if she was happy or not. He still couldn't quite get a read on her, she seemed so emotional to the stoic goliath. But when he went down in battle she was the one standing over him keeping him save.Kay had heart and he respected that, even if he didn't understand the rest of what made her who she was. After all the officers got their first helpings and Unne his second (or was it thirds?) Vaken fixed a plate of food and passed it Kay. Perhaps if she was eating she'd be happier. Food makes people happy. Even Unne.
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'As Vaken holds out the plate towards Kay, the still hungry Unne leans forward as if to snatch the serving away, before a look from Vaken and a pointed clearing of the first mate's throat causes the somewhat chagrined Northman to pull his hand away. The weapons master settles for grabbing a tankard of beer and a loaf of bread, which he proceeds to noisily demolish in short order, to the ongoing disgust of quartermaster Daegrin.
Conversation at the table varies as the meal reaches its half-way point. The first mate answers the bosun's question about asking Carvis, the Dubol's guard captain, to join the crew. E'strue says she thinks the man an arrogant boor and unlikely to follow orders well, despite his capacity with a blade. Meanwhile, Daegrin assures the captain that munitions and repair supplies are stocked, and that all remaining provisions will be acquired and stowed by day's end tomorrow. To a curt statement from Unne about the ship having too many rats and monkeys, and needing more 'bears and lions', E'strue points out that the three ships masts require a sailor each, plus an additional lookout in the crows nest, while the two ballistas require two gunners a piece and the mangonel a fifth. Unne for his part looks to his fingers briefly, but then just grunts at the first mate's words and figures.
Throughout the meal and various conversations, however, bosun Drannick's hard, cock-eyed stare keeps turning in the direction of the ships mage. Taking an occassional draught from his familiar, yet oddly shaped, silver mug (from which he'd poured a portion onto table at the captain's earlier toast for Nern), the bosun's glower never wavers, despite the eating of his meal or answering of questions.'
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DM Trevails Upon the Trackless Sea
A’r just listened as E’strue talking and smiled “I don’t disagree with your points my friend and I definitely don’t disagree with these appointments. I actually think the Capt’in” He nodded to the Captain out of respect, playing into the whispers he overheard early, “and y’all picked our three best and the choice was a wise one, a clear indication of our good leadership.”
He takes another sip, to add a pause in the conversation as he thought “Although the officers have command of their areas, they cannot see everything going on. This is why it is good to have a sailor they can trust to help keep watch collect information, an apprentice or assistant, call them what you like. Understanding that the good Captain can designate temporary oversight to another, I would prefer not to over burden an Officer with something they may not have knowledge or experience in and risk putting the ship in danger because they decided on the wrong call or misinterpreted information.” Again he takes a swig of his drink.
“Now I’m also not saying give a sailor the right to give orders just allow them to politely make suggestions based off their experience and knowledge. The reason I recommend we limit it to one is so that the officer isn’t getting battered with yelling and shouting. This keeps order, prevents a dumb mistake that could take all our lives, this ship or both, and helps to build up a sailor to assume a position should an Officer meet an unfortunate end, in this dangerous business we’ve decided to take up together. Additionally, it helps prevent a mutiny because the sailors begin to feel that we are listening to them and that they are helping to make a decision regarding this – even if we were already going to do that very idea.” He just looked around the table, looking at all the officers.
“As officers we are not better than the men and women who are on this ship with us, we just have more responsibility. If anything we need to remember that we should seek to help them grow and develop. We should provide an example to future leaders among the crew. We should ensure we are taking our sailors input into consideration with every decision, even if we disagree with it – it may help us notice something we di’nt before. This being one side o’ the coin. The other being that the sailors have to respect what we say no matter what when a decision is made and execute it.”
His attention turns to the Captain “Just like all of us Officers in the end have to obey the Capt’ins order and decisions…” his glance turns quickly to the E’strue “even if we don’t agree with them to help create a unified appearance. We can disagree and bring it up in private within this group, however as we all know what the Capt’in says goes and we shouldn’t want the captain to think we’re ignoring him as Officers, it wouldn’t be right. Damn near mutinous I’d say, wouldn’t you agree.”
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'Kay smiles at Vaken when he hands her a plate,' "My thanks, Vaken," 'Kay says now that the officers are busy speaking among themselves. She takes dainty bites at first, but the flavors are so enticing that she forgets her manners and shovels the plate down, though perhaps not as hastily or in as ill mannered a fashion as Weaponsmaster Unne. She does, however, talk with her mouthful.'
"Vaken, this is incredible! Mmm..." ' she gulps a mouthful,'"delicious! Tell me, how are you feeling after this morning's... er... practice? And what's a man of your... stature... want with a cramped kitchen on a boat anyhow?"
[ooc: folks can roll perception vs Kay's sleight of hand :
2725 (I added the wrong mod) to read the spoiler!]'Between taking mouthfuls of food and drink, Kay occasionally pinches chunks of bread or other bits of food and stuffs them into a bulky looking pouch on her belt. She pats it once or twice as one might pat a dog on the head.'
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Perception check: 21 - almost!
"Glad you're enjoying it" Vaken says, pleased that he was right. Good food does make everyone happy. "As for why I'm in the kitchen, well, it's just something I'm good at. I wanted to experience life at sea and figured ships cook was a good way to combine the two."
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'The first mate nods, and seems to be about to reply in her usually cool measured way, when the bosun interjects suddenly,'
"Bah, what do ye know of responsibility, pup? Yer greener than the good... well, yer greener than a ships officer has any right ta be, master of sail. The weapons master and quarter master have real leagues 'neath 'em, aye, but the rest of ye... I tolds ye cap'n, an' I told ye too E'strue, that we should've taken crew aboard in Luskan or sailed up ta the 'Shear, but 'gain me years of experience went unheaded.
Now this one wants to split authority 'mongst half the crew? Bah! And what happens when yer second-in-command gunner on shift one disagrees with yer second guner on shift two. Or ye second monkey on shift one disagrees with an order given by yerself hours before, master of sail? Ye want to stop fer committee meetin's everytime someone who's sailed 'tween here an' the 'Shear or spent more'n a score of months 'board ship has a difference of opinion? Or maybe its that ye ain't got the stones for command... is that it, master of sail?
An' let me tell ye a few thin's 'bout mutinies, young officer, seein' as I've no doubt ye ain't ne'er seen one... and I has. Ugly they are, startin' quick and unseen often as not, like wildfire or a Summer tempest. And they ain't started by officers not listenin' to the crew, ye blasted fool! Officers ain't officers to listen to the blasted crew! It's the other blasted way round! Oh no, let me tell ye how they start! They start when a crew don't respect the chain of command, losin' faith in their betters 'bility to BE better. Ta lead 'em through the guts'n'gale, an' out the other side!"
'By now, bosun Drannick is almost shouting, standing on his feet, face flushed beneath his grey beard and his chest heaving slightly, hands planted agressively on his hips, staring around with wide eyes, daring anyone present to naysay his words.
Captain Aundrey looks somewhat startled by the sudden volaility of the bosun's explosive outburst clears his throat in the awkward silence, but it is E'strue who speaks, calmly, deliberately, but with undeniable authority,'
"Calm now, bosun Drannick. We're all ta knowin' that yer an' old sea-dog with a beard full of sea-lice, an' 'avin the wisdom that such brings. An aye, ye 'ave the right of it 'bout keepin' a handle on the crew, no doubtin' that. Tis why yer bosun on this hear ship after all. The good ships master of sail 'ere is just makin' 'is views heard, that's all. As is his right, same as the other junior officers.
Now, if'n ye have somethin' else on yer grey haired chest that needs to get off it, then do so. Otherwise we're all to keep a civil tongue in this room when addressin' each other... clear?"
'The calmly delivered rejoinder from the first mate, along with the hard level stare E'strue continues to send Drannick's way, is apparently sufficient to put the quieted, though still fuming, bosun in his chair. Strangely enough though, his dark stare is not directed at master of sail A'ro, but rather at the ships mage, Virtoris.'
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A’ro just listened as the man vent and then the Captain spoke “Yes Sir understood.”
He looked at the Bosun “You’re right I’m green to being an Officer and not much is going to change that but time among this ship and no I didn’t say authority among half the crew. However,…” he just looked away for a second and back at the man squaring him in the eyes “I’ve seen a mutiny – seen the consequences of one as well. Lost someone like a father to me, and I’ll be DAMNED…” his eyes sparked like a growing storm for a second, before he froze to take a deep breath calming himself “excuse me…I’ll be damned if I let one take another Captain of mine.”
He just stared at the first mate taking note where his stare was “They start when all respect is loss, respect for the chain of command, respect for people, respect of the ship and her mission at sea...” he just looked at all the officers “Respect for the Captains wishes and orders.”
“Anyways, I’ve said my share and made my points heard. Back to this delicious meal and drink amongst friends and fellow Officers.” He said just going back to chewing on some meat and washing it down with Ale.
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For most of the meal and meeting, Virt kept quiet. He knew this was coming, and the old sea-dog kept his beady little prejudice eyes on the Vedalken the whole time. As Valen brings in the gracious spread Virtoris slowly eats, listening to the crew and biding his time. He can’t help but steal glances towards Kay. This one showed so much promise, and she was brave. What Virt wouldn’t do to have her watching his back in battles. Being a mage he would need someone to protect him, for he would be the target of most attacks.
There would be time to discuss bodyguards later, right now he had to hold his ground against the bosun. The dwarf may be experienced, but this prejudice that he has shown towards gnomes sickened Virtoris. Hell, even made him angry.
Not angry enough to explode in front of half the crew, seemingly aimed at the Cap’n’s ears if not directed at him directly. This one was playing a game, one that he’s probably seen and played hundreds of times. Two can play at that game Virt thought to himself. Except, he may not think Virt would be up to it.
“Such enthusiasm, dear Bosun. Yer breadth of knowledge must be very comparable, I am humbled to be with such a trained sailor. Being surrounded by such esteemed sailors really makes me feel safe but also with a sense of pride.” Virt pauses to take a drink of his wine, he looks over at Kay and Vaken and smiles. Those two welcomed in this small chamber as well. And well deserved. This was a sight for all of them, one that should be honored. “I’m proud to be on the Shore Shark, to train with this great compliment of officers,” he nods his head towards the three senior sailors, “and crew. To be given a chance would make me da’ proud it would. Being raised by gnomes on this sea ye learn a thing or two. One, they make damned fine sailors. And two, old prejudices are like fire in the hold. Let them burn too long and ye’ll find yer self sinking. So, if I may be so forward, as yer eyes have been since ye’ve walked into this room...what’s the problem, Bosun? Let’s get it out there so we can ALL move past this and make this initial voyage a successful one.”
Virt stares back at the Bosun. This time his eyes aren’t gentle or seemingly dazed. They are squinted slightly and unblinking. He takes a small draw of a breath and slowly breathes it out his lips. His heart was pounding, but this dwarf offended something very near and dear to his heart. He wasn’t going to be stared down on this ship for one moment longer. Virt would not back down, but he wasn’t going to be pushed around either. By hands or by words.
He steals a glance at the three senior sailors, hoping they’re paying attention. If the Captain was right about them they’d be officers one day. Maybe on the Shore Shark, maybe on a ship of their own. They need to learn the game now before it takes them and maroons them at some unknown port.
((OOC Persuasion: 12 , lets see how much the dice roller hates me tonight lol ))
"...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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Shocked by the bosun's behavior and words, Vaken started trying to pay attention to the social queues in the room. When Virt pipped up Vaken got a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. This could turn ugly and Vaken wasn't sure who's side he'd take if things went that route. Then he saw the big northerner and the look he was giving Virt. This wasn't good at all.
For DM:
If anyone attacks, Vaken will immediately cast Fog Cloud and then try to get Virt and Kay out of the room safely.
Insight: 16
Campaigns:
DM - Waterdeep Dragon Heist PbP
'The large cook looks surprised and disheartened that the praise for his well-prepared meal has so quickly turned into tense hostility. The looks passing between the dwarven bosun and the tall blue ships mage hang thick in the air, while following the first mate's words, Captain Aundrey and the other assembled officers seem intent for the most part on letting the two men sort it out whatever this is between them.
The Northman Unne is watching on intently, gnawing on a large half-cut piece of meat as his eyes move from the bosun to the ships mage, back to the bosun... and back to the...'
[OOC] Thanks for the heads up on what Vaken is preparing to do. If he's going to try to do it pre-emptively, then chuck an insight check in your last post.
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'Kay is stuck frozen in place as Bosun Drannick erupts. She stands partially stooped with serving utensils mid-scoop, and looks at the reactions of each person around the table, her own orange eyes wide with surprise her eyebrows raised high and her face just a bit paler than usual. She nearly leaps out of her skin when Captain Aundrey clears his throat, fumbling the serving utensils directly into the porridge, before hastily taking her seat, eyes looking straight down at her feet.'
'She sneaks glances around at the others as the First Mate and Virt speak, but is clearly waiting for all of this awkwardness to be over.'
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'Despite the conviction and eloquence of his words, it take's A'ro a few moments to realise that few people in the room are paying him any attention, most of their gazes moving back and forth between the bosun and the real target of his ire... Taking a drink of his ale before turning away from the abrassive bosun and back to his meal, the master of sail's expectant fork is greeted by an empty metal plate, though he could have sworn that he'd still had half his meat left.'
'The Captain, throwing a dissapointed look at Drannick, is in the process of standing to speak when he stops suddenly, as though thinking better of it, and sits back down to quietly watch the exchange between his two officers. Following E'strue and Virt's words, all eyes swing towards the Bosun, who, looking around the room, seems to realise that there are few friendly looks and no nods of agreement being cast his way. Indeed, when the watching eyes shift back and forth between the two officers, it is in Virt's direction that the sympathy is clearly being directed.
Rolling his grey block-like head as though to ease a sudden tension in his stiff neck... or like a beast about to charge, Drannick puffs out his chest as though to speak, but then pauses and looks once again to the watching captain and first mate. Something like consideration pasess like a cloud across the dwarf's face, and again his eyes flick about the table, briefly meeting the unsympathetic stares of those assembled and for a moment Virt thinks that despite his stubborn streak, that Drannick will cede to the tide... But then the bousn pushes up and forward anyway, incidentally sending his chair backwards to bounce of the wall, both caloused hands coming down to *SLAM* onto the table,'
"Oh aye, I can SEE yer faces clear enough, an' I know them looks. But by Umberlee's barnacled bossum, I'll be DAMNED if I don't say me piece now, while I've still got the chance to save ye fools from yerselves! Aye, ye may think me hateful fer me next words, or daft fer holdin' to me views, but i'll tell ye all this now, right here in this room, with the wrathful ***** Queen herself as me witness... yer doomin' us ALL!
I ain't got nuthin' 'gainst no gnome that ever walked the soil who didn't wrong me, that's the shoal hard truth! But every sailor that's e'er sailed these waters KNOWS that to bring one 'board is MADNESS! And to bring one 'board who wants ta mess with this beautiful craft, our new mistress, this wonderful vessel that'll be our VERY lifeline out there amongst the cold waves and bloodthirsty pirates!
MAYBE yer right, Virt, MAYBE ye all are. MAYBE it IS time to put old superstitions aside and to hope, any to PRAY, that the gods agree... but I'm doubtin' it. And I tell ye this fer free - many of 'em out there'll be doubtin' it too!
'Without another word, the bosun turns from the table and storms from the room. Looking around the still silent room, Virt's eyes meet those of the captain, first mate and other assembled officers, and the ships mage sees no animosity or condemnation there, only looks of support and nods of agreement. At the bosun's departure, the tension quickly dissipates, the returning calm further ushered in by the captains next words,'
"My apologies, ships mage Virt. While clearly upset at the decision relayed to him before this meeting regarding the taking aboard of goodman Yentil as carpenter, bosun Drannick had no right to speak to you that way. First Mate E'strue and I will communicate as much to him after this meal, though I would not have Vaken's great work go to waste by not finishing that which we have started."
'First Mate E'strue nods and adds,'
"Aye, my apologies also, Virt. I thought that we'd reached some kind of understandin' with Drannick on the matter. When he'd first dug his heels in, we argued back'n'forth until we'd reached compromise that Yentil wouldn't be made an officer until after our first voyage, if'n he proved himself worthy that is. That's why ye will see Yentil's name on the Charter among the deckhands and runners, rather than 'mong the officers. Yentil himself agreed, also agreein' to be placed on Drannick's own crew complement, so that that block-headed bosun could keep an eye on him. Yentil was most accomodatin', in fact. It would appear that even these concessions were not enough and that the dwarves superstitions were just too great to overcome with reason... though we can hope that he'll come around.
Ye spoke well, by the way, fer yer friend and fer yerself. But I guess ye can tell that by the fact that Drannick left and we're all sittin' here friendly like with yerself."
[OOC] Everyone can make perception checks and look at the relevant spoiler boxes if you roll sufficient scores:
DC 15:
'As Captain Aundrey goes to stand to perhaps admonish the bosun for his rudeness, you note a subtle shake of E'strues head and left hand is enough to give the captain pause and eventually send him back to his seat. You also note that the first mate's right hand rests on the hilt of one of her daggers throughout the entire exchange.'
DC 20:
'While there were no condeming stares sent Virt's way, the weapons master Unne seemed to nod ever so slightly, perhaps in admiration at the dwarf's convictions, as Drannick stormed from the room. As the dwarf leaves the room, you also catch a barely audible whisper from E'strue, seemingly directed towards Drannick,'
"Don't go too far now..."
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'Kestrell, uncomfortable from the tension, tried to think of a way to break the tension. He ran through several jokes in his head:
'Why do seagulls fly over the sea?'..'No, not long enough'.
'An old dwarven sailor stumbels into a bar with a ship's wheel stuffed into the front of his pants...'No, to on the nose. And we have mixed company.'
'The Captain and pilot are watching the ocean after being at sea for two weeks. Suddenly a hand appears in the sea...'That might work.'
'Kestrell looks up and says loudly':
"Bosun Drannick?!"
'But then thinks to himself, 'well, it might be better to get this out of the way. And Captain Aubrey would put a stop to it if he didn't like it.'
"Please pass the gravy..."
A’ro just watches the confrontation go on - though he was curious about Virt now. The all but quiet ship mage seemed out of character with this outburst, his lips curled into a smirk from the amusement he found in this.
When he found his plate empty he looked at the northman with curiousity ‘Did he…how…maybe I just ate it all’ was all he could think as his eyes caught the quick movement of the First Mate to her dagger. He just moved his hands under the table mutter a little primordial as he caused a small touch of wind to flow around her hand letting her know he was aware. If she looked at him he would just shake his hand in side to side trying to silently convey it wasn’t needed.
Though worry that she might not have been eying any of the officers but the Captain, he shifted his chair to fling a spell at her should it be needed. Though as the dwarf storms off and the words are exchanged, he sees he might have been wrong 'Seems like the first mate keeps a calm head, unlike the Bosun - that's good to know'.
[OOC] sleight of hand check: 8
stealth check: 11
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'Knowing better than to speak up about things she doesn't understand, Kay looks at the door for a few moments after Drannick leaves. She looks puzzled and a bit sad for him, knowing that feeling of all the world being against you all too well. When the captain interrupts the lingering silence, Kay listens to him pensively. She waits a few moments longer, then helps herself to half a plate of food and a full mug of beer more as First Mate E'strue speaks with Virt.'
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'Kestrell is almost thrown off his timing by the palpable tension in the room, but never one to miss an opportunity to interject, he gets his one-liner in just as the impassioned bosun is saying,'
"And I tell ye this fer free - [Please pass the gravy]... many of 'em out there'll be doubtin' it too!"
'The captain merely smiles at Kestrell's attempt at levity, the bearded young privateer clearly trying hard not to laugh. A few of the officers in the room appear to miss the bard's zinger, but the quip causes Daegrin to 'HA!' out loud (earning the halfling an absolute death-stare from bosun Drannick) while Unne, who has the actual, now nearly empty, gravy boat in hand, looks up with something of a guilty expression on his large much-scarred face, before sliding the container across the table in Kestrell's direction.
First Mate E'strue smiles as well and Ketrell catches her small silent clapping motion beneath the table, though she mutters to the side as Drannick storms out,'
"Nicely played, Kestrell. I musn't forget that ye were an entertainer before ye were our navigator... lest I wind up becomin' the butt of one of yer jokes."
'E'strue looks back towards Drannick as he begins to storm from the room, just as a lone gust of wind sweeps by, a draft that strangely preceeds Drannick's opening of the room's door. As the stray wind causes the loose end of her tied green bandana to flutter, the first mate looks around surprised, taking her eyes from the bosun for a moment.
The astute woman's eyes quickly survey those at the table... before zeroing in on the master of sail, who in turn is watching E'strue carefully, his nimble fingers free and ready at his sides. Seeming to take note of the genasi's posture and preparedness, E'strue's eyes at first go wide, then narrow in fury... before her expression eases into one of wry mirth. With a subtle nod of the head to A'ro, a motion shared only between the two officers, the first mate listens as the captain finishes his apology to Virt, before offering her own.'
[OOC] Anyone PC who would like to catch sight of the full exchange can make a perception check with a DC of 19.
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...
DM Trevails Upon the Trackless Sea