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"FINALLY. Took you lot long enough." He hefts a greatsword. "What does this girl do 'round here?" He asks, indicating to the deck of the barnacle.

“A whole manner of things. Provides refuge, for starters. Safety. It’s a dangerous world out there, eh?”

 "Yeah, sure. Got yanked by a storm giant recently. He threw me all the 'ere." He says, grimacing. "The names Horrakir. whats yours?"

*added to Tavernpedia! Yay!*

”I’m called Mound.” He’s a seven-foot tall behemoth composed entirely of jagged, multicolored coral. “You lookin’ for a crew?”

 "I'm lookin' to crew this, if thats whatcha mean." The kobold says gruffly.

“Heh. Sure, buddy. You met the Captain yet?”

"Nope, just got on fer gudness sake."

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"Nope, just got on fer gudness sake."

“Righto. You prolly will soon. It’s almost time to leave.”

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Belowdecks is sorted into smaller compartments where the crew sleeps. It’s dark and dismal, but in a nice, solitary sort of way. The only light comes fromflickering torch mounted on the wall next to the staircase. It smells strongly of brine, with a hint of rum.

 

 

 He just wanders around quietly, not touching any of their things, but exploring. 

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Belowdecks is sorted into smaller compartments where the crew sleeps. It’s dark and dismal, but in a nice, solitary sort of way. The only light comes fromflickering torch mounted on the wall next to the staircase. It smells strongly of brine, with a hint of rum.

 

 He just wanders around quietly, not touching any of their things, but exploring. 

A few of the rooms’ doors have been left ajar, although the crewmates themselves are absent. 

He decides to respect their belongings, and goes back up to the deck. 

Red alert. RED ALERT. SOUND THE ALARMS, NOBODY IS SAFE... Normiah is drunk. *Gasp!*

Nobody knows who did it or how, but someone replaced Normiah's family friendly root beer with an alcohol filled beverage. He's wandering around drunk, unfortunately he still has his harpoons on him as of now.

Jonah sits at a table, ripping at a roast haunch. His teeth are unusually sharp and serrated for a half-orc. 

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Jonah sits at a table, ripping at a roast haunch. His teeth are unusually sharp and serrated for a half-orc. 

 Normiah (an old man in a captains outfit (not THE Captain) with a white beard, and normally a sour expression but he's drunk rn) walks by and knocks over a chair. "Sorry, lemme pick this up for you." He takes a piece of the sandwich, rights it like a chair, then eats it 

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Jonah sits at a table, ripping at a roast haunch. His teeth are unusually sharp and serrated for a half-orc. 

 Normiah (an old man in a captains outfit (not THE Captain) with a white beard, and normally a sour expression but he's drunk rn) walks by and knocks over a chair. "Sorry, lemme pick this up for you." He takes a piece of the sandwich, rights it like a chair, then eats it 

 "Looks like ya had too many glasses, mate." says the muscular half-orc. He folds his scarred arms in front of him as he watches the drunkard stagger about.

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Jonah sits at a table, ripping at a roast haunch. His teeth are unusually sharp and serrated for a half-orc. 

 Normiah (an old man in a captains outfit (not THE Captain) with a white beard, and normally a sour expression but he's drunk rn) walks by and knocks over a chair. "Sorry, lemme pick this up for you." He takes a piece of the sandwich, rights it like a chair, then eats it 

 "Looks like ya had too many glasses, mate." says the muscular half-orc. He folds his scarred arms in front of him as he watches the drunkard stagger about.

 "Nooo, noo. Root beer is perfectly healthyyyyy!" He falls backwards onto the floor. "Owie."

(He's not normally drunk, someone swapped out his drink)

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Jonah sits at a table, ripping at a roast haunch. His teeth are unusually sharp and serrated for a half-orc. 

 Normiah (an old man in a captains outfit (not THE Captain) with a white beard, and normally a sour expression but he's drunk rn) walks by and knocks over a chair. "Sorry, lemme pick this up for you." He takes a piece of the sandwich, rights it like a chair, then eats it 

 "Looks like ya had too many glasses, mate." says the muscular half-orc. He folds his scarred arms in front of him as he watches the drunkard stagger about.

 "Nooo, noo. Root beer is perfectly healthyyyyy!" He falls backwards onto the floor. "Owie."

(He's not normally drunk, someone swapped out his drink)

 "Root beer is not what ya've been having." He stands up and you feel his powerful grasp pull you to your feet. "Up ya go, hold it together man!"

"I am holding it together!" He sounds like a whining child and tries to break out of your grasp. (Athletics--he uses gladiator stats which is why the +10-- 14)

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 You are unable to escape Jonah's grasp. He seats you forcefully down in a chair, holding onto the scruff of your shirt to keep your from sliding off.

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 You are unable to escape Jonah's grasp. He seats you forcefully down in a chair, holding onto the scruff of your shirt to keep your from sliding off.

 "That's it, mate. You get the pointy stick!" He uses his hand and grabs a harpoon from his bag.

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 You are unable to escape Jonah's grasp. He seats you forcefully down in a chair, holding onto the scruff of your shirt to keep your from sliding off.

 "That's it, mate. You get the pointy stick!" He uses his hand and grabs a harpoon from his bag.

 He attempts to yank the harpoon from his hand. "Don't you dare!"

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 You are unable to escape Jonah's grasp. He seats you forcefully down in a chair, holding onto the scruff of your shirt to keep your from sliding off.

 "That's it, mate. You get the pointy stick!" He uses his hand and grabs a harpoon from his bag.

 He attempts to yank the harpoon from his hand. "Don't you dare!"

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 *Normiah has no chance of succeeding lol*

The harpoon gets yanked, so Normiah just grabs another from his bag and stabs at the half-orc.

Attack (disadvantage cause he's drunk): Unable to parse dice roll.

Damage: 12

"And you don't be rude!"

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 You are unable to escape Jonah's grasp. He seats you forcefully down in a chair, holding onto the scruff of your shirt to keep your from sliding off.

 "That's it, mate. You get the pointy stick!" He uses his hand and grabs a harpoon from his bag.

 He attempts to yank the harpoon from his hand. "Don't you dare!"

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 *Normiah has no chance of succeeding lol*

The harpoon gets yanked, so Normiah just grabs another from his bag and stabs at the half-orc.

Attack (disadvantage cause he's drunk): Unable to parse dice roll.

Damage: 10

"And you don't be rude!"

 Jack steps into the room hearing the commotion. "Come now, friends, let us not bicker like children." He moves Jonah aside gently and takes Normiah's harpoons off his back.