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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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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.
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.
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Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
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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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
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.
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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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
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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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
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.
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Idk I'm just a guy ig
I like Warlocks
I like guitars (coming up on my fifth year of playing!)
I want to be a musician/stay-at-home dad when I grow up
Recently obsessing over Warhammer 40k, specifically the T’au empire
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"I'm lookin' to crew this, if thats whatcha mean." The kobold says gruffly.
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
“Heh. Sure, buddy. You met the Captain yet?”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
"Nope, just got on fer gudness sake."
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
“Righto. You prolly will soon. It’s almost time to leave.”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
He just wanders around quietly, not touching any of their things, but exploring.
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
A few of the rooms’ doors have been left ajar, although the crewmates themselves are absent.
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
He decides to respect their belongings, and goes back up to the deck.
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
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.
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, firstborn child and liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer (Drummer), the Endless Maws (Isis), the Mad Murderer (PJ), more on my extended sig
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
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, firstborn child and liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer (Drummer), the Endless Maws (Isis), the Mad Murderer (PJ), more on my extended sig
"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)
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, firstborn child and liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer (Drummer), the Endless Maws (Isis), the Mad Murderer (PJ), more on my extended sig
"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)
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, firstborn child and liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer (Drummer), the Endless Maws (Isis), the Mad Murderer (PJ), more on my extended sig
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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.
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, firstborn child and liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer (Drummer), the Endless Maws (Isis), the Mad Murderer (PJ), more on my extended sig
He attempts to yank the harpoon from his hand. "Don't you dare!"
25
*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!"
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, firstborn child and liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer (Drummer), the Endless Maws (Isis), the Mad Murderer (PJ), more on my extended sig
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.
Idk I'm just a guy ig
I like Warlocks
I like guitars (coming up on my fifth year of playing!)
I want to be a musician/stay-at-home dad when I grow up
Recently obsessing over Warhammer 40k, specifically the T’au empire