Tales from Talaveroth

Si'Juul just smirks and flies back down to the deck, heading belowdecks to the room he had been in before, door and window both open. He removes the straps holding his meager belongings from his chest and shoves them under his pillow before resting his head on it. Laying on his stomach with wings rested down. He does not fall asleep right away, just relaxes, listening to the waves lap against the hull.

He doesn’t care about the crew.. he is just afraid to get in trouble with his employer.. Elhanna think to herself. She doesn’t blame him though, she’d probably would have done the same call, though she’d have been honest about it. 

Before heading to her bunk, She went down to Helga to talk healing and religion and to pay a visit to the goblins to make sure that they behaved. 

When she finally went to bed, she took out her notebook and wrote down the last couple of days activities and her thoughts about the nice people who had helped her when she got in trouble for being a freeloader. 

Then she took out a piece of parchment and wrote to her father at the church.

 Dear father.

I’m doing good, I have seen so much of the world already and met with many amazing people! 

But I have also seen the darkness of the world. People in pain, children who starve and women getting raped. There is just so much injustice in the world but I’ll do my best to balance it up.

Recently I partook in a dungeon raid to try and earn some extra gold for you and the church, but it didn’t go well.. I was cheated out of my earnings and was almost killed. I managed to hide aboard a ship called Richard Mobius. Unfortunately it set sail before I managed to get off.

Then we were caught up in a storm and now I don’t really know where we are, but don’t worry, I have met the most amazing friends aboard, although the captain is a real crock..  there is Twitch, she is a gnome but she is super brave! She climbed up the birds nest all alone to scout for dangerous man eating fly creatures when everyone else were hiding! Then there is Paren. He is a mysterious half elf and an amazing fighter! I have never seen anything like it. And maybe coolest of all is Si’Juul, he is bird man, with wings and all! I don’t really know anything about him, but he was the first to defend me when the captain found out I was a freeloader. I have also made friends with four goblins. We fought them first but then we talked thinks through and now we’re friends. 

Anyway , I’m doing fine and I will try to send you some money soon! 

Love 
Elhanna Grey

Twitch would knock at Elhanna's door, hesitantly, to avoid waking her if she had gone to sleep already. "Elhanna, if you had the time, I'd love to learn a bit more goblin, and maybe medicidine too. Don't worry, I'll pay you if you want."

Elhanna had just put down the quill when it knocked on the door and she could hear Paren speak. She open the door and welcome him in. “Hey Paren, come in, how is your wound?”

 “ So why do you want to learn more goblin speech? It not something most people want to learn since goblins are so viscous. I leaned it because my village lay close to a friendly-ish goblin tribe so we did some business together. My church mostly helped them with injuries and diseases in exchange for them not raiding us.” 

"See, I think if we can understand others, we can avoid a lot more conflict. I'm sure had we spoken to our new friends in a language they understood, we wouldn't have had to fight them, and personally, that sounds like I world I want to live in." Twitch beams back with a smile, but you can tell by the intense look in her eyes that her idealism is truly heartfelt.

Paren decides to spend some time meditating up on the deck under the stars before going below. He feels a need to recentre himself after his slight breakdown today. 

 The night passes quietly.  In the morning, you wake up to the news that one of the sailors has been assigned to lookout.  The fog has cleared, and the wind has picked up.  You hear from the captain that it should take three days to reach Coral Island, if all goes well. Looks like you have some time to kill...any thoughts on how you will spend the day?

Si'Juul will spend at least an hour the first day going through the cargo hold checking for firearms, gunpowder, and the like. And also checking the crew, subtly, if they are carrying any as well.

(Not sure on the rolls or how many. Investigation? Stealth?)

Investigation sounds like the right roll.

Investigation roll: 6

(Well that was redundant :P)

Paren borrows some scrap wood from Twitch and sets about carving for a while. 

Woodcarving Check: 17

After he's done that he sits down to write a letter:

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"See, I think if we can understand others, we can avoid a lot more conflict. I'm sure had we spoken to our new friends in a language they understood, we wouldn't have had to fight them, and personally, that sounds like I world I want to live in." Twitch beams back with a smile, but you can tell by the intense look in her eyes that her idealism is truly heartfelt.

 Ooc: Oh I messed up, thought it was Paren but it was Twitch :) 

Elhanna is moved by Twitch’s intention. “That is honorable of you, of course I will teach you.” It is unusual to meet people with this morals view, most people just want power and are governed by greed and fear. It’s liberating to meet likeminded people she realize. 

After a few more hours spent with Twitch, teaching her about good to know phrases in goblin and talking about different ways to dress a wound, Elhanna finally turn in for the night. 

She spend the next morning with Helga and the goblins, teaching them about chores and manners. Then she will spend a few hours on the upper deck in the sun, watching out over the oceans.

Then she will teach Twitch more goblin speech. It is a harsh and guttural language, but Twitch seen to have a knack for it.  “So Twitch, what are you going to do after this journey?”  

With his attempt at finding firearms aboard the ship utterly failing, Si'Juul just assumed there's none aboard for now. He makes his way back up to the fresh air, feeling the winds in his feathers. Sitting upon the railing with his back to the sea, eyes closed, arms crossed. 

Thinking to himself, 'It's not easy to hide such things......surely I would have found something..... even if I barely know a thing about this ship.......none of the crew seem to have any, far as I can tell................the others seem to avoid me.......for the best, in the long run................'

With the sun shining, and no attacks on the ship for a day, the crew become a little less.  They refuse to touch any of the 'magic water' but since the druid is able to conjure enough to water his plants, the rationing isn't too severe.

Paren spends some time carving scrap wood, narrowly avoiding severe damage to his fingers.  Nobody is quite sure what he is meant to have carved, but Nobbers the eighty-year-old cabin 'boy' decides it looks like a pretty good duck. When he goes back below, Slithizz and Trillia comment on his failing eyesight.

The goblins continue to be cooperative.  They all start to pick up some common, and are eager to get involved with Twitch's language lessons, sowing some confusion into the process. When they are not working, they tag around after Elhanna. 

On the second afternoon, Poinki knocks on Si'Juul's door, calling out, "Why not out? Poinki give thank you."

"Hmm? 'Thank you'? Oh, for not killing you.....yeah, no problem...."

Si'Juul keeps a relaxed posture while sitting on his bed so as not to frighten the little goblin.

(Since we are apparently on the second day, Si'Juul would take another shot at searching for firearms, if possible.)

Twitch would gladly learn more from Elhanna and the goblins, but she also knows that she's on the ship as hired crew, and so when she has time, starts fixing up the broken barrels, so any rainwater could be stored easily in the future.

Any rolls for either?

There are 18 broken or leaky barrels. DC10 each to try and fix them.

No roll for picking up a little bit of goblin, but it will take a lot more time to be able to put it down as a known language. You can start picking out a few words and phrases, though.

Poinki proudly gives Si'Juul a pair of rat-hide slippers.

"Um......thank you....? Not sure if I can even wear these....you know...." 

Si'Juul lifts a talon a little.

"But I appreciate the gift."

He tries to stuff the slippers into one of the small pouches affixed to his straps but fails, so he places them between the straps and his feathery chest to show he accepts the gift, on case his words weren't understood by Poinki.

(Also, just in case, another investigation roll to use for today's search, if able. Roll: natural 1. Just not my day. :P )

(LOL, notice that there are ballistas aboard rather than cannons: and you have seen no sign of any of the officers wielding a firearm. The cargo may be a remote possibility, though.)

Poinki smiles and scampers off to Helga's sickbay again.

Si'Juul sighs and shakes his head, and removes the slippers. Thinking to himself,

'Hmm.......not sure what to do with these....... don't want to be rude but....... uncomfortable to carry them like that......and my kind don't usually wear things on our feet..... except maybe our enemies' necks......'

Si'Juul can't help but smile a little at his own internal joke. He leaves the slippers on his pillow til he figures out what to do with them.