The activities on the deck are slowing down and you have been shown to your quarters. For now, you have just a place to stow your belongings and a sturdy hammock. You have been put apart from the sailors at the aft. The crew seems to call it the "tail" (Area 13 on the detailed map ) like it's a private joke you are not privy to.
Nino the halfling who seems to be running the day to day on the ship has asked you to come on the upper deck to meet the captain in two bells. ( The bell is rung each hour to keep the crew informed. )
Rumors among the crew are that the next stop will be Sharn, maybe to pick up a special guest then the Blade is supposed to begin its journey.
You have about an hour before the meeting and have all been quartered together.
The Crew:
Jason Black: Captain of the Crimson Blade. As the look of an aristocrat but the demeanor of a trader. He has a large tattoo that shows
Nino: Halfling with flaming red hair and flamboyant clothes. He keeps the ship running on a daily basis and keeps track of all the equipment, food, and such things.
Cain: First Mate; Minotaur. Cain is an experienced sailor with a strange past. He has a broken horn and grey almost silver fur.
Coss and Cass: twin Goblins. They keep the ship running and despite their constant bickering are quite good at their jobs.
Clarisse Weaver: Ship wizard. She keeps the helm running. She has a history with the captain.
Beaumon: Cook. This human keeps to his domain, the kitchen, where he rules with an iron fist. He has a brand on the wrist and takes his job very very seriously.
The Hummingbirds: Ten kids from different races who help around the ship and learn the trade. They are called hummingbirds because they are always scurrying around the ship.
Baraka is packing his few things away and is absently fidgeting with his glaive like a color guard would with their baton. He glances around to take in the others around him and just watches them curiously.
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“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
"My friend, now that is some skill! My wand is only a tenth that size and I drop every time I try to spin it like that." The copper haired half elf Spaerin enters the room, and approaches Baraka. "I am Spaerin Lyrander. Pleasure to meet a fellow crew member." With a broad smile he holds his hand out to Baraka.
Therne drops his bag heavily with a sigh and the drags it across the ground until he's able to secure it in whatever container they might have. He points at a hammock close the floor and says, "I call this lowere one." He then turns back to his pack and pulls out a small messenger bag and puts it on.
Finally finished, he straightens himself out to look presentable again. When satisfies he looks at the others and says with a slight smile. "Good afternoon everyone. My name is Therne, Dr. Therne but you can call me Therne, Dr. T, or even just T. I look forward to working with you all."
He looks impressed when Therne introduces himself as a doctor and is about to comment when the half-elf offers him a compliment. Baraka grins at Spaerin and holds a hand out himself. "Baraka, Baraka Hardblade. It's nice to meet you too." Hearing Spaerin mention a wand Baraka asks, "A wand would imply some kind of magic. Right?"
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“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
After arriving in their quarters, due to his mechanical nature I.S.A.A.C.S. elected to place himself in a corner. He could get 'comfortable' so long as he could get off his legs so no need to take up a bed one of the still squishies could use. His scale mail made a bit of racket as his arms went to work ensuring it was secured to his metallic frame, addressing the others.
"Greetin's to ye all. I be I.S.A.A.C.S, or just Isaac for phonetic ease. Hopin' to get to finish me little project here before we see some combat but I got a few tricks to keep me useful should we be in a scrap at least."
Shaking his hand warmly Spaerin replies "Aye, you are correct Baraka, I am sorcerer, touched by the silver flame to cast both healing and offensive magic."
After releasing the shake Spaerin smiles over at Doc T. "Well meet to you Doc T, I am also a healer, but lack the education to claim a doctor title."
Kathrine moves to one of the remaining hammocks and stores her gear securely. She straightens from doing so, giving the others an appraising look. Her smile is friendly though, one of her hand smoving up to tuck some chestnut hair behind an ear. "I am Kathrine." She says as some of the others start giving names. She raises an eyebrow as one indicates they are a doctor. "Medical or academic?" She asks Therne.
As Spaerin moves on to greet the others, Baraka goes back to his spinning although he keeps an eye on the strange metallic creature. It spoke in a voice that seemed humanoid enough, but its mechanical frame was causing Baraka to do a double-take. He doesn't approach the mechanical creature, but his eyes clearly betray his interest and even after he nods to Kathrine to acknowledge her introduction, his attention is still on the mechanical one.
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“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
Yll follows in, lugging a hefty trunk, another tool bag on her back - one frayed-looking strap has a rune messily chalked on it, and the bag clinks with the sound of loosely packed scale mail. Stuffing her gear under a corner hammock and tying the bag to the lid for safekeeping, she smiles at Isaac - “Hey, I’m Yll - what’s the project?”
Spaerin shoots Katherine a friendly smile, noticing her interest in Doc T, he turns to YII, and I.S.A.A.C.S. "Well meet you two, I am Spaerin Lyrander. I am curious too, what project you got cooking my warforge friend?" Looking at YII does she have any house Cannith markings?
A soft whirring noise rings out akin to almost a squeal of joy as Isaac sits up a bit more, spreading out a few scraps of metal as well as what appears to be gauntlets made of the same scale mail he was wearing "Thank ye very much for yer interest Yll! See I didn't build me frame for feats of strength, but fer takin' advantage of angles to take and deal out damage and glorious technology! So, I be piecing together a contraption that I can fasten to me fists, so when I punch 'em there be a small pulse o' sound! Small, but enough te hopefully scramble 'em up and keep 'em from hittin' someone else. 'Course then I run into the problem of possibly overclocking the sound generation engine and possibly crackin me own frame or damaging the hearing of those besides who I hit-" Though it seemed like he was going to continue, he suddenly inhales sharply, coughing a bit and breathing in and out a few times "Shouldn't have kept me lungs......"
“Huh, neat!” Kicking the box, as she climbs to sit in her hammock and pulls a blanket out of her bag, she adds “I’m working on something similar, though not armour-based, more a portable turret. The flamethrower effect is sort of working, but it’s the force-throwback generator that’s annoying me at the moment - just needs a bit more time and calibration. I’m hoping we’ll have somewhere to work on the ship though - doubt we’d make many friends doing some smithing in here!”
There aren’t any obvious Cannith markings on Yll or her gear, though her bag is the non-magical kind that Cannith stores hand out to apprentices with their basic toolsets.
Therne grins widely. "To answer your question m'lady, yes." He pulls off a glove and up his sleeve, "You see, I'm marked. I'm from a smaller branch family and not really rolled up the politicals of the main family. No, we're more on the medical research side of thing. Trying combine the newest surgical techniques with the powers of magical healing... anyways, our most recent research was into more the abbarations, what causes its, not "magic" but actual process and if we can devise both a protection and reverse of conditions caused..."
Therne will continue to ramble on about the topic until someone interrupts. Essentially ignoring verbal cues that someone is not I retested or bores with the topic.
Kathrine listens to Dr. T's dissertation on his house's work. She seems quite attentive of a listener, though she does glance to the others in the room as the speach is going on, Dr T getting into some very technical areas.
(Passive insight is 17...)
Kathrine nods at Dr. T's latest bit on his house's research, then speaks up, interupting him with a friendly smile. "I would love to hear more on this when we can speak more privately, but, for now, I believe we are wanted up on the deck in not too much longer, and we haven't had a chance to speak to the others we will be rooming with." She nods to those in the room with them.
Therne, pauses, looks around and goes a little red. "Ye, yes. You are correct. Sorry, I tend to get a little over excited about the house's work but there is a time and place for it all."
Baraka's eyes scrunch up hearing so much technical jargon from at least 3 of the other crew members. Shaking his head, he goes back to tossing his glaive and tries to distract himself from the conversation.
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“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
Talking to YII, and big I, as Spaerin now mentaly designates I.S.A.A.C.S. "excuse me Isaac, but you said shouldn't have kept your lungs? Your a warforge, of a unique build I grant you, but a warforge correct? I wasn't aware warforge had lungs, or got to choose to keep them? But as captain Jalako used to say you don't know what you don't know."
I.S.A.A.C.S blinks a bit, a bit of a scraping sound similar to clearing his throat coming out as he says in a bit of a cagey tone "Well, I had a fair bit o' help but I made this body meself. The tech bits anywho. Was on the verge o' death, so got the organs out o' me that were still working and got 'em put in here." Tapping his knuckles on his Chassis, the sound a bit more hollow then one might expect from a Warforged wearing armor.
The activities on the deck are slowing down and you have been shown to your quarters. For now, you have just a place to stow your belongings and a sturdy hammock. You have been put apart from the sailors at the aft. The crew seems to call it the "tail" (Area 13 on the detailed map ) like it's a private joke you are not privy to.
Nino the halfling who seems to be running the day to day on the ship has asked you to come on the upper deck to meet the captain in two bells. ( The bell is rung each hour to keep the crew informed. )
Rumors among the crew are that the next stop will be Sharn, maybe to pick up a special guest then the Blade is supposed to begin its journey.
You have about an hour before the meeting and have all been quartered together.
The Crew:
Jason Black: Captain of the Crimson Blade. As the look of an aristocrat but the demeanor of a trader. He has a large tattoo that shows
Nino: Halfling with flaming red hair and flamboyant clothes. He keeps the ship running on a daily basis and keeps track of all the equipment, food, and such things.
Cain: First Mate; Minotaur. Cain is an experienced sailor with a strange past. He has a broken horn and grey almost silver fur.
Coss and Cass: twin Goblins. They keep the ship running and despite their constant bickering are quite good at their jobs.
Clarisse Weaver: Ship wizard. She keeps the helm running. She has a history with the captain.
Beaumon: Cook. This human keeps to his domain, the kitchen, where he rules with an iron fist. He has a brand on the wrist and takes his job very very seriously.
The Hummingbirds: Ten kids from different races who help around the ship and learn the trade. They are called hummingbirds because they are always scurrying around the ship.
Baraka is packing his few things away and is absently fidgeting with his glaive like a color guard would with their baton. He glances around to take in the others around him and just watches them curiously.
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
"My friend, now that is some skill! My wand is only a tenth that size and I drop every time I try to spin it like that." The copper haired half elf Spaerin enters the room, and approaches Baraka. "I am Spaerin Lyrander. Pleasure to meet a fellow crew member." With a broad smile he holds his hand out to Baraka.
Therne drops his bag heavily with a sigh and the drags it across the ground until he's able to secure it in whatever container they might have. He points at a hammock close the floor and says, "I call this lowere one." He then turns back to his pack and pulls out a small messenger bag and puts it on.
Finally finished, he straightens himself out to look presentable again. When satisfies he looks at the others and says with a slight smile. "Good afternoon everyone. My name is Therne, Dr. Therne but you can call me Therne, Dr. T, or even just T. I look forward to working with you all."
He looks impressed when Therne introduces himself as a doctor and is about to comment when the half-elf offers him a compliment. Baraka grins at Spaerin and holds a hand out himself. "Baraka, Baraka Hardblade. It's nice to meet you too." Hearing Spaerin mention a wand Baraka asks, "A wand would imply some kind of magic. Right?"
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
After arriving in their quarters, due to his mechanical nature I.S.A.A.C.S. elected to place himself in a corner. He could get 'comfortable' so long as he could get off his legs so no need to take up a bed one of the still squishies could use. His scale mail made a bit of racket as his arms went to work ensuring it was secured to his metallic frame, addressing the others.
"Greetin's to ye all. I be I.S.A.A.C.S, or just Isaac for phonetic ease. Hopin' to get to finish me little project here before we see some combat but I got a few tricks to keep me useful should we be in a scrap at least."
Shaking his hand warmly Spaerin replies "Aye, you are correct Baraka, I am sorcerer, touched by the silver flame to cast both healing and offensive magic."
After releasing the shake Spaerin smiles over at Doc T. "Well meet to you Doc T, I am also a healer, but lack the education to claim a doctor title."
Kathrine moves to one of the remaining hammocks and stores her gear securely. She straightens from doing so, giving the others an appraising look. Her smile is friendly though, one of her hand smoving up to tuck some chestnut hair behind an ear. "I am Kathrine." She says as some of the others start giving names. She raises an eyebrow as one indicates they are a doctor. "Medical or academic?" She asks Therne.
As Spaerin moves on to greet the others, Baraka goes back to his spinning although he keeps an eye on the strange metallic creature. It spoke in a voice that seemed humanoid enough, but its mechanical frame was causing Baraka to do a double-take. He doesn't approach the mechanical creature, but his eyes clearly betray his interest and even after he nods to Kathrine to acknowledge her introduction, his attention is still on the mechanical one.
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
Yll follows in, lugging a hefty trunk, another tool bag on her back - one frayed-looking strap has a rune messily chalked on it, and the bag clinks with the sound of loosely packed scale mail. Stuffing her gear under a corner hammock and tying the bag to the lid for safekeeping, she smiles at Isaac - “Hey, I’m Yll - what’s the project?”
Spaerin shoots Katherine a friendly smile, noticing her interest in Doc T, he turns to YII, and I.S.A.A.C.S. "Well meet you two, I am Spaerin Lyrander. I am curious too, what project you got cooking my warforge friend?" Looking at YII does she have any house Cannith markings?
A soft whirring noise rings out akin to almost a squeal of joy as Isaac sits up a bit more, spreading out a few scraps of metal as well as what appears to be gauntlets made of the same scale mail he was wearing "Thank ye very much for yer interest Yll! See I didn't build me frame for feats of strength, but fer takin' advantage of angles to take and deal out damage and glorious technology! So, I be piecing together a contraption that I can fasten to me fists, so when I punch 'em there be a small pulse o' sound! Small, but enough te hopefully scramble 'em up and keep 'em from hittin' someone else. 'Course then I run into the problem of possibly overclocking the sound generation engine and possibly crackin me own frame or damaging the hearing of those besides who I hit-" Though it seemed like he was going to continue, he suddenly inhales sharply, coughing a bit and breathing in and out a few times "Shouldn't have kept me lungs......"
“Huh, neat!” Kicking the box, as she climbs to sit in her hammock and pulls a blanket out of her bag, she adds “I’m working on something similar, though not armour-based, more a portable turret. The flamethrower effect is sort of working, but it’s the force-throwback generator that’s annoying me at the moment - just needs a bit more time and calibration. I’m hoping we’ll have somewhere to work on the ship though - doubt we’d make many friends doing some smithing in here!”
There aren’t any obvious Cannith markings on Yll or her gear, though her bag is the non-magical kind that Cannith stores hand out to apprentices with their basic toolsets.
Therne grins widely. "To answer your question m'lady, yes." He pulls off a glove and up his sleeve, "You see, I'm marked. I'm from a smaller branch family and not really rolled up the politicals of the main family. No, we're more on the medical research side of thing. Trying combine the newest surgical techniques with the powers of magical healing... anyways, our most recent research was into more the abbarations, what causes its, not "magic" but actual process and if we can devise both a protection and reverse of conditions caused..."
Therne will continue to ramble on about the topic until someone interrupts. Essentially ignoring verbal cues that someone is not I retested or bores with the topic.
Kathrine listens to Dr. T's dissertation on his house's work. She seems quite attentive of a listener, though she does glance to the others in the room as the speach is going on, Dr T getting into some very technical areas.
(Passive insight is 17...)
Kathrine nods at Dr. T's latest bit on his house's research, then speaks up, interupting him with a friendly smile. "I would love to hear more on this when we can speak more privately, but, for now, I believe we are wanted up on the deck in not too much longer, and we haven't had a chance to speak to the others we will be rooming with." She nods to those in the room with them.
Therne, pauses, looks around and goes a little red. "Ye, yes. You are correct. Sorry, I tend to get a little over excited about the house's work but there is a time and place for it all."
Baraka's eyes scrunch up hearing so much technical jargon from at least 3 of the other crew members. Shaking his head, he goes back to tossing his glaive and tries to distract himself from the conversation.
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
Talking to YII, and big I, as Spaerin now mentaly designates I.S.A.A.C.S. "excuse me Isaac, but you said shouldn't have kept your lungs? Your a warforge, of a unique build I grant you, but a warforge correct? I wasn't aware warforge had lungs, or got to choose to keep them? But as captain Jalako used to say you don't know what you don't know."
I.S.A.A.C.S blinks a bit, a bit of a scraping sound similar to clearing his throat coming out as he says in a bit of a cagey tone "Well, I had a fair bit o' help but I made this body meself. The tech bits anywho. Was on the verge o' death, so got the organs out o' me that were still working and got 'em put in here." Tapping his knuckles on his Chassis, the sound a bit more hollow then one might expect from a Warforged wearing armor.
"Wow, that is incredible! Both from a healing and a mechanical side!" Spaerin smile beams, "What a marvelous word we live in eh big I, I mean Isaac?"