Let the little fool go, says Three Earrings as she saunters down the stairs towards you. It's not clear how much of your conversation she overheard, but certainly the last part.
As you are talking, Voskiir's ship has pulled twenty feet away and is starting to pick up speed a little. The tabaxi gives the ship a wave, and then barks at her crew: Toss the trash overboard, and then get my beauty underway again.
She looks up at the bright night sky, the full moon and stars, looks down at you and grins. An interesting diversion, no? And, you have questions, would be my guess? But they will wait until morning. There will be answers, and breakfast for you fine warriors, in my cabin. She pats Silent on the cheek, winks, and heads down to her cabin.
Boerth and the other crew search the dead attackers and toss their bodies into the sea. They look curiously at you, but do not speak to you unless you approach them.
If you wish to strike don't let me stop you. But my fight with him resumes when he decides to take up his blade again.
Whether or not we singe his ship's sails, he'll hunt us down - only a matter of time. Unless you've got some powerful magicks that can sink him here and now... Silent stands up and sheathes his greatsword, turning away from the action.
(OOC - I'd actually like nothing better than to kill this jerk and steal his ship but Silent no longer wants any part of it)
Edit - Silent blushes a deep green and heads to his cabin.
Arael grumbles, but acquiesces to the captain's wishes.
As much as I'd like to see that ship and sink to the bottom of the sea, I can't do it alone. We'll have to wait and see. I'm curious as to what breakfast will bring. Glad we didn't almost meet our death this time around though.
Arael turns to Pockets, he called you a cultist. Why? What was that all about?
I think he was confused by an expression I used. ’The Chained Oblivion take you,’ is something my mother would to say to people when she was mad. She used to be a priestess of the Everlight, so it was probably the rudest thing she could think of. Pockets shrugs.
The excitement of the night over, the enemy ship quickly disappears into the darkness, and you head back down to your hammocks and get a good night's sleep.
You complete a long rest and recover all spells slots and other features.
In the morning, you wake with the sunrise on what promises to be a warm day with fresh wind and clear skies. Boerth takes you down to the captain's cabin, where Three Earrings relaxes in a chair eating some fruit, her feet up on the large table which now has some day-old breads, fruit and dried meat. She nods to Boerth who grabs a large orange fruit and goes to stand by the door, relaxed and eating but otherwise staying out of the conversation.
Eat, the tabaxi says, gesturing to the food. And, ask.
Silent frowns slightly at the array of food before grabbing a chunk of dried meat and tearing into it. He remains silent, watching the captain and his companions closely while he eats.
Keyo is pacing nervously around the captains chamber. "You seem to have some history with Volskiir. He was far to eager for bloodshed. Diplomacy was hardly an option. How do you know him?"
Silent does a double take at the mention of fusaka and his eyes light up. While Keyo asks his question he takes a pinch of fusaka and sprinkles it on his food. He throws Pockets a thumbs up and digs in, seemingly expecting something to happen.
Arael takes a piece of jerky, leans back in her chair and smiles broadly.
See boys! I told you she was fair, you can always trust someone who's motivated by money.
Speaking of though, we may need to renegotiate our terms if we're going to keep running into the Concord.
Arael ignores all the extraneous spices being passed around and is content to eat her jerky plain, happy there is some meat on offer compared to yesterday's breakfast.
Three Earrings says, to Pockets: Not long. Today, I should think. Perhaps we will hang back and rest a night, and approach tomorrow morning. Let's see how the winds treat us.
To Keyo: Oh, I don't know him, but I know his type. Young, foolish, overconfident. Determined to prove themselves to be fierce as any 'pirate'. He may not even have had official sanction for his little action against me.
Her mood has been good, and the atmosphere pleasant in the cabin, but it gets about five degrees colder when Arael mentions the word 'renegotiate'. Three Earrings looks at Arael with a perfectly neutral expression on her face: How so?
You're paying us the five hundred to liberate the magical artifact from the sahuagin. That's fair, but there's nothing in our deal about helping you fight a war against the local law enforcement. I didn't expect to get involved with pirates and end up on the wrong side of the Clovis Concord this week, that's for sure.
Why should we continue to help you instead of the next Concord ship looking to bring some lawbreakers to justice?
Are you helping me get an artifact, my dear? Three Earrings is idly toying with a cup of you're not sure what liquid. I thought I was helping you get justice, or perhaps vengeance, for the murdered folks of Palma Flora. Or perhaps we are engaged in both at the same time, no?
Silent, with your high passive Insight you can tell that you are all on very dangerous ground with Three Earrings, if the party continues down this line of conversation.
(OOC: And we look up from our discussion to find that the ship has been gone for an hour.)
Let the little fool go, says Three Earrings as she saunters down the stairs towards you. It's not clear how much of your conversation she overheard, but certainly the last part.
As you are talking, Voskiir's ship has pulled twenty feet away and is starting to pick up speed a little. The tabaxi gives the ship a wave, and then barks at her crew: Toss the trash overboard, and then get my beauty underway again.
She looks up at the bright night sky, the full moon and stars, looks down at you and grins. An interesting diversion, no? And, you have questions, would be my guess? But they will wait until morning. There will be answers, and breakfast for you fine warriors, in my cabin. She pats Silent on the cheek, winks, and heads down to her cabin.
Boerth and the other crew search the dead attackers and toss their bodies into the sea. They look curiously at you, but do not speak to you unless you approach them.
If you wish to strike don't let me stop you. But my fight with him resumes when he decides to take up his blade again.
Whether or not we singe his ship's sails, he'll hunt us down - only a matter of time. Unless you've got some powerful magicks that can sink him here and now... Silent stands up and sheathes his greatsword, turning away from the action.
(OOC - I'd actually like nothing better than to kill this jerk and steal his ship but Silent no longer wants any part of it)
Edit - Silent blushes a deep green and heads to his cabin.
Arael grumbles, but acquiesces to the captain's wishes.
As much as I'd like to see that ship and sink to the bottom of the sea, I can't do it alone. We'll have to wait and see. I'm curious as to what breakfast will bring. Glad we didn't almost meet our death this time around though.
Arael turns to Pockets, he called you a cultist. Why? What was that all about?
I think he was confused by an expression I used. ’The Chained Oblivion take you,’ is something my mother would to say to people when she was mad. She used to be a priestess of the Everlight, so it was probably the rudest thing she could think of. Pockets shrugs.
The excitement of the night over, the enemy ship quickly disappears into the darkness, and you head back down to your hammocks and get a good night's sleep.
You complete a long rest and recover all spells slots and other features.
In the morning, you wake with the sunrise on what promises to be a warm day with fresh wind and clear skies. Boerth takes you down to the captain's cabin, where Three Earrings relaxes in a chair eating some fruit, her feet up on the large table which now has some day-old breads, fruit and dried meat. She nods to Boerth who grabs a large orange fruit and goes to stand by the door, relaxed and eating but otherwise staying out of the conversation.
Eat, the tabaxi says, gesturing to the food. And, ask.
First, are you with the Revelry? Second, are we the canaries in the coal mine, so to speak? Third, uh...I’ll think of something else.
Yes, no, and... have some breakfast - get those brain juices flowing. She takes another bite of her food.
Oh, I know, how long until we get to where we’re going?
Silent frowns slightly at the array of food before grabbing a chunk of dried meat and tearing into it. He remains silent, watching the captain and his companions closely while he eats.
After tasting some of the meat, Pockets reaches into his coat and pulls out a very small, cloth pouch. He opens it and speaks.
Salt. Pepper. Fusaka.
Each time he removes a small amount of the named spice and sprinkles it on his food. He offers the pouch to Silent.
Just say the name of a spice and there will be a pinch in there. I think I’ve got some uses left before it stops working.
Keyo is pacing nervously around the captains chamber. "You seem to have some history with Volskiir. He was far to eager for bloodshed. Diplomacy was hardly an option. How do you know him?"
Silent does a double take at the mention of fusaka and his eyes light up. While Keyo asks his question he takes a pinch of fusaka and sprinkles it on his food. He throws Pockets a thumbs up and digs in, seemingly expecting something to happen.
(OOC: You spice?)
Arael takes a piece of jerky, leans back in her chair and smiles broadly.
See boys! I told you she was fair, you can always trust someone who's motivated by money.
Speaking of though, we may need to renegotiate our terms if we're going to keep running into the Concord.
Arael ignores all the extraneous spices being passed around and is content to eat her jerky plain, happy there is some meat on offer compared to yesterday's breakfast.
Three Earrings says, to Pockets: Not long. Today, I should think. Perhaps we will hang back and rest a night, and approach tomorrow morning. Let's see how the winds treat us.
To Keyo: Oh, I don't know him, but I know his type. Young, foolish, overconfident. Determined to prove themselves to be fierce as any 'pirate'. He may not even have had official sanction for his little action against me.
Her mood has been good, and the atmosphere pleasant in the cabin, but it gets about five degrees colder when Arael mentions the word 'renegotiate'. Three Earrings looks at Arael with a perfectly neutral expression on her face: How so?
Pockets quietly stuffs his mouth with fruit in an awkward attempt to avoid talking.
You're paying us the five hundred to liberate the magical artifact from the sahuagin. That's fair, but there's nothing in our deal about helping you fight a war against the local law enforcement. I didn't expect to get involved with pirates and end up on the wrong side of the Clovis Concord this week, that's for sure.
Why should we continue to help you instead of the next Concord ship looking to bring some lawbreakers to justice?
Are you helping me get an artifact, my dear? Three Earrings is idly toying with a cup of you're not sure what liquid. I thought I was helping you get justice, or perhaps vengeance, for the murdered folks of Palma Flora. Or perhaps we are engaged in both at the same time, no?
Silent, with your high passive Insight you can tell that you are all on very dangerous ground with Three Earrings, if the party continues down this line of conversation.
(OOC: Can I roll insight to see if I notice?)