DM-Camris' SKULL & SHACKLES Chapter 0: MURDER aboard the THROATY MERMAID (Inactive)

Game Master Camris

The passengers aboard the Throaty Mermaid are on a long voyage heading south towards Sargova. Everything is perfectly alright. Nothing unusual is happening...
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Female Human (Chelaxian) Unchained Rogue (Burglar) 2 | hp --8-- 17/17 [0 NL] | AC 18, t 15, ff 13 | Fort +1, Ref +7, Will +0 | Init +8 | Perc +5 (+6 to find secret/concealed things/+7 to find traps); Trap Spotter +7 | Conditions: none

Shaedeen lets the grumpy Reijo get in the last word; moments later, she's confronted by his polar opposite, the ever-happy Sunny. She introduces herself and shakes hands with the elf, politely complimenting her new clothes. She also offers her hand to the dark-skinned woman, though she seems a bit wary of her parrot. Then she goes back to peering at some of the maps and books. When she doesn't immediately find Sargava on the nearest map, she gives up...for now.

She grabs a book to keep her occupied, blushes deeply when she realizes its title is "The Misadventures of Lusty Leclair, Riddleport Pirate," and hides the tome behind her back.

"Either of you ladies ever been to Sargava before?" she asks Nhati and Sunny.

Intelligence Check: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11


Island Elf 'Pugalist':1/"Almost Monk":1 |Perc:+7|HP:18/18|AC:14|T:15|FF:10|Fort:+1|Ref:+5|Will:+4|Init:+4
Shaedeen M. Valzanar wrote:
Shaedeen lets the grumpy Reijo get in the last word; moments later, she's confronted by his polar opposite, the ever-happy Sunny. She introduces herself and shakes hands with the elf, politely complimenting her new clothes.

Sunny nods at Shaedeen's comments, "Ah-huh! Tha' lass whut showed me ta' a cabin said t'weren't right ta' be wearin' nuffin' but rope an' string an' twine." She explains,

"So Azuretta did go an' put this stuff all over m'self!" The tanned Elf explains even as she pushes her chest out at Shaedeen.

"I is got but-ons!" She points to her new acoutrements proudly. (^_^)

Shaedeen M. Valzanar wrote:

She also offers her hand to the dark-skinned woman, though she seems a bit wary of her parrot. Then she goes back to peering at some of the maps and books. When she doesn't immediately find Sargava on the nearest map, she gives up...for now.

She grabs a book to keep her occupied, blushes deeply when she realizes its title is "The Misadventures of Lusty Leclair, Riddleport Pirate," and hides the tome behind her back.

"Either of you ladies ever been to Sargava before?" she asks Nhati and Sunny.

Sunny follows Shaedeen around the cabin, just as interested in the other woman's journey of internal discovery as her own was, paying the small paper thing no mind that gets tucked behind a back, as she thinks about Shaedeen's question and frowns....

"Um... I bin lots'a places... but I dun't rilly remember tha' names whut peoples bin callin' 'em, like." She replies a little sadly.

"Is hard enough tryin' ta' remember how t'was tha' peoples wus talkin'!" Sunny declairs exasperatecly as she looks to every one gathered quite astonished.

"Is like every where, all'a time, all'a peoples bin talkin' right different!" The Elf seems all sorts of amazed, shocked, confused and puzzled by ewhat she's encountered. Then she blinks and steps closer to Shaedeen again, pointing to herself,

'I is a 'Elf'..." Turning and indicating a delicately curved ear, "I in't sure whut t'is ye mean wiff tha' other word." Sunny tilts her head obviously trying to puzzle out Shaedeen's meaning.


Female Human Arcanist/1 ; HP 7/7 ; Reservoir 6/7 ; AC 11, touch 11, flat 10 (Dex +1); Init +1; Fort +1, Ref +1, Will +2 ; Perception +3

"Sargava is to the south of where I grew up and studied magic," Nhati says. "I fear I haven't visited it."

Int: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19


Male
Spoiler:
Aquatic Druid 2 | Init +1 | Perc +4 | AC 15 T 11 FF 14 | CMB +3 CMD 14 | HP 7/17 | F +5 R +1 W +7 | Icicle 5/6

'Looks like I'd best be fending for myself.' Thurden says to himself as he's led back above-deck. Thurden inquires as to the direction of the passenger cabins and unloads must of his belongings.

Glancing across the hall through open doors he spots Zakgrob marveling at the size of his cabin. 'I ain't never heard of a Goblin cook before. Not one that made anything resembling real grub, anyway.' He considers the small, green passenger for a moment. 'Though, I think I'd be more up to trying your vittles than whatever's coming out of the torture chamber I just saw.'


Island Elf 'Pugalist':1/"Almost Monk":1 |Perc:+7|HP:18/18|AC:14|T:15|FF:10|Fort:+1|Ref:+5|Will:+4|Init:+4

Int: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (20) + 0 = 20

Sunny glances over Shaedeen's shoulder a the maps displayed upon the wall.

"That be tha' funnest thing, though.... " She leans over Shaedeen, tanned arms resting on the back of the chair.

"Like, this picture?" She points at one of the maps.

"This be a desert, right? Is nuffin' but showin' sand an' stuffs." Her interest now piqued by all the pictures she begins bouncing around the room and, even if she can't read the words on the pictures/maps, explains exactly what it is the terain is being depicted in said parchments. After a while she steps back.

"Um.. shouldn't tha' Great storm be all... y'now, 'Swirly' like?" She asks looking about at the maps and rubbing her blond mop as she's all puzzled again since she can't see anything like that being shown.

Would ye looky that? I done got a '20'! (^_^)


Salty Sea Reavin' n' Slayin' Chap 2 -- HP: 22/22 | AC: 16 | T: 12 | FF: 14 | CMD: 17 | Fort: +6 | Ref: +4 | Will: -1 | Init: +2 | Perc: +5 | Rage: 6/6

The grumpy picaroon saunters all about the decks of the ship. He casually observes it and its crew with a professional eye. And as he does so, he can be seen shaking his head. Occasionally, he's overheard grumpily muttering mostly unintelligible syllables under his breath.

Eventually, he makes his way to the great room where a few of his new acquaintances seem to be gathered. He casually strides in, but on spotting all familiar faces, he suddenly stops dead in his tracks. His eyes look all around at them. His lit pipe hangs limply in his partially agape mouth. Deep suspicion rests in his asymmetrical, brow-furrowed gaze.

It's as if he's wondering if they're about to surprise him with an ambush.

After a tense moment, he relaxes a bit. He seals his lips once more to take another puff before speaking.

"Aye, Saucy. Lets me see that..."

With grumpy delight, the gruff sailor whisks through several maps with a trained eye. After a minute or so of scrutiny, he at last reveals his grim judgment.

"Bloody strange it be. Not a single map relevant to our course to Sargova. No bloody ports, nuthin' on the Shackles. Not a thing even on... the Eye o'Abendango."

On mentioning the infamous Eye, Reijo's gaze lifts from the maps for a moment. His gaze seems to unfocus, as if looking into a memory.

Coming back to the present, Reijo then glances to and fro, checking for unwelcome listeners to the following whispered revelations.

"Somethin' just don't feel right in me bones 'bout this whole venture. This vessel ain't been cared for proper. Barnacles galore slowin' us down, too many patches in the sails, shorn ropes, an' other bad signs o'disrepair an' neglect. The crew be somewhat competent enough. But they be tense 'bout something. Maybe there's some conflict or somethin between 'em. Ain't sure about whut, but somethin' be hangin' o'er 'em in the air as dense as fog."

Considering the subject matter, I'm assuming this skill will suffice in lieu of a straight Int check:
Knowledge (Geography): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24


Island Elf 'Pugalist':1/"Almost Monk":1 |Perc:+7|HP:18/18|AC:14|T:15|FF:10|Fort:+1|Ref:+5|Will:+4|Init:+4

"Ooo! Barney-kills? I is rilly gooder at gettin' rid of them lil' pests." Sunny nods her head enthusiastically, almost bouncing up and down with glee.

"T'will be right fun workin' at gettin' 'em off'n tha' hull while we sail along!" She offers brightly. (^_^)


Female Human (Chelaxian) Unchained Rogue (Burglar) 2 | hp --8-- 17/17 [0 NL] | AC 18, t 15, ff 13 | Fort +1, Ref +7, Will +0 | Init +8 | Perc +5 (+6 to find secret/concealed things/+7 to find traps); Trap Spotter +7 | Conditions: none

Shaedeen listens to the musings of Sunny and Reijo, the gears in her brain slowly turning.

[b]"Is it possible that these maps are old...as in drawn before Aroden's death spawned the eternal hurricane?"[b] she asks rather doubtfully.


Male
Spoiler:
Aquatic Druid 2 | Init +1 | Perc +4 | AC 15 T 11 FF 14 | CMB +3 CMD 14 | HP 7/17 | F +5 R +1 W +7 | Icicle 5/6

Thurden blinks slowly as the goblin across the hall simply stands and walks down the hall out of sight without replying.

'Ill-mannered, garbage eating, bottom feeder' He says loudly after Zakgrob's retreating form.

Thurden stows some gear and begins wandering below-decks, getting his bearings on the ship. Eventually, he finds his way to the great room where everyone else has gathered.

'Friendly word of caution, don't eat the stew. I've seen the special ingredient and it's the wrong kind of smoke for that dish.' He says as he enters. He notices the trio gathered around the maps 'What ya got there?'


Island Elf 'Pugalist':1/"Almost Monk":1 |Perc:+7|HP:18/18|AC:14|T:15|FF:10|Fort:+1|Ref:+5|Will:+4|Init:+4

Sunny turns at the sound of the new voice. She skips over arm extended.

"Hey-YA there! I bin called 'Sunny' in'a speakin' of tha' peoples!" She exclaims brightly. (^_^) Then she follows Thurden's gaze about the room.

"Oh. We wus jus' sayin' t'is a might odd they's no picture about tha' places we might be goin'." Sunny explains. Waving her arm around at all the maps and charts that are on display.

"Like, they's a map a lots'a sand... but they's nuffin' showin' nuffin' like tha' great storm whut be swirlin' all'a time a ways down South." She points out. Her arm still extended towards Thurden. (^_^)


Male
Spoiler:
Aquatic Druid 2 | Init +1 | Perc +4 | AC 15 T 11 FF 14 | CMB +3 CMD 14 | HP 7/17 | F +5 R +1 W +7 | Icicle 5/6

Thurden is taken slightly aback at Sunny's exuberant greeting and squints as he tries to understand through her strange patois. When she finishes talking he finally notices her hand. The dwarf grips her hand firmly and gives it a firm shake.

'Salt. No Eye? Chart's worthless then. May as well use it to stoke the caboose.'

Spoiler:
Caboose=woodburning stove used for cooking


Island Elf 'Pugalist':1/"Almost Monk":1 |Perc:+7|HP:18/18|AC:14|T:15|FF:10|Fort:+1|Ref:+5|Will:+4|Init:+4

Sunny conitunes to shake Thurden's hand for a moment but the tilt of her head indicates she's maybe not quite sure what it is that he's said....


Female Human Arcanist/1 ; HP 7/7 ; Reservoir 6/7 ; AC 11, touch 11, flat 10 (Dex +1); Init +1; Fort +1, Ref +1, Will +2 ; Perception +3

"We should speak with the captain. Presumably he'll have more updated charts in his possession somewhere. A lot has changed in the last hundred or so years...!"

Nhati listens to Reijo's description of the condition of the ship, and tries to make her own judgment as to how well the vessel has been kept up:

Profession (Sailor): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

...she will have to take his word for it. Ship looks just fine to her!


Male
Spoiler:
Aquatic Druid 2 | Init +1 | Perc +4 | AC 15 T 11 FF 14 | CMB +3 CMD 14 | HP 7/17 | F +5 R +1 W +7 | Icicle 5/6

Thurden turns his head back and realizes that Sunny hasn't let him go. The dwarf grabs for the elf-girl's wrist with his free hand and pulls his hand from her grip.

'You're an odd one.' He grumbles lowly 'From what I've seen I wouldn't trust anyone on this crew to have more 'n what we've seen. We either hired the worst boat sailing Golarion, or something is wrong.'


Salty Sea Reavin' n' Slayin' Chap 2 -- HP: 22/22 | AC: 16 | T: 12 | FF: 14 | CMD: 17 | Fort: +6 | Ref: +4 | Will: -1 | Init: +2 | Perc: +5 | Rage: 6/6

Reijo takes in what Thurden says about the stew a bit too much to heart."P'raps the cap'n means to be poisonin' us," he whispers gruffly while stroking his goatee thoughtfully. It's hard to tell if he's joking or actually serious.

He loudly whispers to Sunny and Nhati, "Aye aye but keep yer bloody voices down!" Continuing to whisper gruffly for fear of the crew overhearing him (even if noone nearby is apparently a crew member), "Best not question the cap'n directly. Best to speak in a roundabout manner, so as t'not make'em look like a fool-lubber in front o'is men. Get'em all defensive-like, maybe puttin' him in the mood fer a good plank-walkin' or keel-haulin', ye know?"

Reijo takes another puff from his pipe. Nodding to Thurden's two potential conclusions, he adds on the exhale, "I need a bloody drink..."


Island Elf 'Pugalist':1/"Almost Monk":1 |Perc:+7|HP:18/18|AC:14|T:15|FF:10|Fort:+1|Ref:+5|Will:+4|Init:+4

Sunny shakes her blond mop at Thurden's comment as he exctricates himself from her hand-shake.

"I in't a 'Odd' I is a Elf." She corrects the fellow, even pointing to herself so there's no confusion about the matter.

"I din't make nuffin' higher. I climbed aboard when I heard all'a loud talkin' an' come ta' see whut t'was were goin' on." She nods emphatically as she explains her presence aboard before exclaiming indignantly "An I were stabbed! In'a face!" She points again to where her features were marred previously by the evil pirate type person.

Reijo's words have Sunny again listening... her head tilitng slightly.

"Uhm... I dun't know nuffin' about talkin' all round like." She scratches absently at her blond thatch now seeming puzzled as she looks to her erstwile traveling companions. "I is learnin' ta' be speakin' in'a manner of tha' peoples." And she nods again for more emphasis of her outlook.


Male
Spoiler:
Aquatic Druid 2 | Init +1 | Perc +4 | AC 15 T 11 FF 14 | CMB +3 CMD 14 | HP 7/17 | F +5 R +1 W +7 | Icicle 5/6

'Where do you suppose they keep the spirits? I don't know that I'm welcome back in the galley.' Thurden begins wracking his memory thinking if he's seen even the smallest cask of ale aboard.


Island Elf 'Pugalist':1/"Almost Monk":1 |Perc:+7|HP:18/18|AC:14|T:15|FF:10|Fort:+1|Ref:+5|Will:+4|Init:+4

Sunny sidles upto Nhati and looks sidelong at the other woman.

"Here. Tha' feller meant them words like I think he be meanin' 'em, right?" She asks for a little more explanation of Thurden's words.


Female Human Arcanist/1 ; HP 7/7 ; Reservoir 6/7 ; AC 11, touch 11, flat 10 (Dex +1); Init +1; Fort +1, Ref +1, Will +2 ; Perception +3

Nhati looks back at Sunny. "That depends on what you think he meant... he's not looking for incorporeal undead, if that's what you think."


Island Elf 'Pugalist':1/"Almost Monk":1 |Perc:+7|HP:18/18|AC:14|T:15|FF:10|Fort:+1|Ref:+5|Will:+4|Init:+4

Sunny grins back at Nhati, "Ah! Drink! Rum!" She nods. (^_^)


Island Elf 'Pugalist':1/"Almost Monk":1 |Perc:+7|HP:18/18|AC:14|T:15|FF:10|Fort:+1|Ref:+5|Will:+4|Init:+4

At the talk of Rum, Sunny bounces around the Great cabin again. Looking into the draws, chests and cupboards scattered about the space seeking anything looking like liquid refreshemnts.

Perception:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

(^_^)

Awe... dun't look like I found nuffin'... :(


Salty Sea Reavin' n' Slayin' Chap 2 -- HP: 22/22 | AC: 16 | T: 12 | FF: 14 | CMD: 17 | Fort: +6 | Ref: +4 | Will: -1 | Init: +2 | Perc: +5 | Rage: 6/6

With hard liquor on his mind, Reijo reaches for his belted canteen. Feeling it to be light in his hand, he worriedly shakes the canteen. It sounds... empty. The motley-attired sailor then opens the stopper, and has a squinty-eyed look inside.

"Son ov' a loutish sprat," he grumbles in disappointment. Just to make absolutely sure it's empty, he upends and shakes his empty canteen a few more times.

With a sigh, he moves on. Reijo asks the salty dwarf, "Whut's yer trouble with the galley, mate?"

Pirate Speak:
"...loutish sprat." = "Stupid little piece of sh..." ahem, let's say, "fecal matter."


Male
Spoiler:
Aquatic Druid 2 | Init +1 | Perc +4 | AC 15 T 11 FF 14 | CMB +3 CMD 14 | HP 7/17 | F +5 R +1 W +7 | Icicle 5/6

'If you've seen the rest of this barge, you'll have an inkling of the state of things in there. The madwoman running it was using cigar as seasoning in the stew last I saw. I plan on feeding myself for however long this takes. I recommend you do the same.'


Island Elf 'Pugalist':1/"Almost Monk":1 |Perc:+7|HP:18/18|AC:14|T:15|FF:10|Fort:+1|Ref:+5|Will:+4|Init:+4

"Oh! Fishin'! I is rilly gooder at fishin'!" She exclaims to Thurden's comment about food which distracts her from looking for alcohol for the moment.

"I brung me own net an' everything!"
(^_^)

Then a throught causes the chipper Elf to pause as her head tilts. "Now ye mention it. I did swim under tha' ship when I were lookin' about tha' place." She nods, "There wus a lot a stuff growin' there. All barny-kills an' weed an' stuff." She brightens again.

"Maybe I can be workin' at gettin' all'a that stuff off'n tha' hull as we sail, hey?" She suggests. "Y'know, give m'self somat ta' be doin' on'a trip?"
(^_^)


Female Human (Chelaxian) Unchained Rogue (Burglar) 2 | hp --8-- 17/17 [0 NL] | AC 18, t 15, ff 13 | Fort +1, Ref +7, Will +0 | Init +8 | Perc +5 (+6 to find secret/concealed things/+7 to find traps); Trap Spotter +7 | Conditions: none

"How would you hold on to the ship?" Shaedeen asks Sunny, doubt in her voice. "Or breathe, for that matter? Not to mention avoiding getting eaten by a shark or one of those saw-hoggin' creatures?"

The young woman also seems even more put off on the whole ocean voyage thing when Salt gives an overview of the ship's galley. Turning back to Sunny she adds, "The fishing part sounds good, though."


Island Elf 'Pugalist':1/"Almost Monk":1 |Perc:+7|HP:18/18|AC:14|T:15|FF:10|Fort:+1|Ref:+5|Will:+4|Init:+4
Shaedeen M. Valzanar wrote:
"How would you hold on to the ship?" Shaedeen asks Sunny, doubt in her voice. "Or breathe, for that matter? Not to mention avoiding getting eaten by a shark or one of those saw-hoggin' creatures?"

Sunny bounces over to Shaedeen happily, "Why wiff ropes an' such a course!" The chipper Elf explains, then blinks. "I be breathin' tha' way I always does when I is swimmin'...." She absently rubs her blond mop, aware that maybe something isn't right in their talking.

"An' finny's an' such? They dun't come less'n ye is all thrashin' an' leakin' an' bein' all...um..." Her voice trails off.

"Whut's a 'Saw-hoggin'?" She looks to Shaedeen and her companions for help in understanding, then brightens when the other lass shows interest in fishing as well.

Shaedeen M. Valzanar wrote:
The young woman also seems even more put off on the whole ocean voyage thing when Salt gives an overview of the ship's galley. Turning back to Sunny she adds, "The fishing part sounds good, though."

"Oh! How does ye like ta' be fishin'? Does ye like spearin'? Or nettin'? Or maybe lines?" (^_^)


Female Human (Chelaxian) Unchained Rogue (Burglar) 2 | hp --8-- 17/17 [0 NL] | AC 18, t 15, ff 13 | Fort +1, Ref +7, Will +0 | Init +8 | Perc +5 (+6 to find secret/concealed things/+7 to find traps); Trap Spotter +7 | Conditions: none

"They're the sharp-clawed fish men that rule the deep," Shaedeen answers. "Or so I'm told."

She winces when Sunny asks her preference for fishing. "I've never fished before in my life. I was sort of hoping that you'd do the fishing, Salt could do the cooking, and I'd kinda help out with the eating part."


Island Elf 'Pugalist':1/"Almost Monk":1 |Perc:+7|HP:18/18|AC:14|T:15|FF:10|Fort:+1|Ref:+5|Will:+4|Init:+4
Shaedeen M. Valzanar wrote:
"They're the sharp-clawed fish men that rule the deep," Shaedeen answers. "Or so I'm told."

Sunny's expression changes to puzzled again at Shaedeen's description, "That does sound like a whole lot'a critters." She explains. "But.. I dun't has tha' speakin' ta' be knowin' whut t'is that peoples be callin' 'em all...."

"There be all sorts a nastys livin' in'a deep." She nods.

Shaedeen M. Valzanar wrote:
She winces when Sunny asks her preference for fishing. "I've never fished before in my life. I was sort of hoping that you'd do the fishing, Salt could do the cooking, and I'd kinda help out with the eating part."

When Shaedeen explains she's never actually done any fishing, Sunny grins.

"Ah, you would be likin' 'Slow fishin' then." She nods.

"Is when ye make a whole bunch a squigly shapes with rocks on'a shore an wait fer tides ta come in an out." She explains brightly.

"When a tide comes in? All'a little finys? They come in ta' has a look see in'a rocks. Then, when a tide goes out? Some of 'em is trapped in'a squiggly spaces an' ye can simply wade through an' take tha' ones ye want an' toss tha' others back in't ocean." Sunny explains eflusivly, though she does frown a little.

"Is jus'... Ye have ta' watch out fer... um.. they's all tentacly, like." She wriggles her fingers expressivly. 'Tha' lil' dickens come crawlin' in't pools an' nafflin' tha' finnys. Ye got'a watch out fer 'em. Shoo 'em away." Sunny shrugs then laughs brightly.

"See? There be a way fer fishin' whut every likes doin'." (^_^)


Salty Sea Reavin' n' Slayin' Chap 2 -- HP: 22/22 | AC: 16 | T: 12 | FF: 14 | CMD: 17 | Fort: +6 | Ref: +4 | Will: -1 | Init: +2 | Perc: +5 | Rage: 6/6

"Guess the head'll be seein' a lotta action tonight," Reijo grumbles as the thought of eating cigar-flavored meals at the captain's invitation tonight begins to unsettle him.

He turns to Bellamy. "Why don'tchye use yer charms ta butter her up. Offer yer assistance in the galley, make sure we don't all have the runs fer a week?" Before Bellamy gets much chance to feel like Reijo just complimented his cooking, "Not that yer cookin's the most appealin', but... the devil ye knows, and all."

Listening to Shaedeen and Sunny talk about fishing and the safety of barnacle removal while sailing, "Eh, fishin' be fine enough. But not when yer invited ta the cap'n's dinner table. Unless Blindey be makin' sure we ain't poisoned ta death in the galley..."

Reijo then offers to help... with one condition. "Best ask the cap'n at dinner tonight the wages fer our fishin' and hull cleanin' services. Cause I ain't liftin' a bloody finger without bein' paid."

Pirate Speak:
Head = Toilet(s).


Island Elf 'Pugalist':1/"Almost Monk":1 |Perc:+7|HP:18/18|AC:14|T:15|FF:10|Fort:+1|Ref:+5|Will:+4|Init:+4

Sunny tilts her head at Reijo's comments,

"Why fer should we be askin' a shine fer jus' havin' fun?" She seems very puzzled by the notion indeed. :/


Salty Sea Reavin' n' Slayin' Chap 2 -- HP: 22/22 | AC: 16 | T: 12 | FF: 14 | CMD: 17 | Fort: +6 | Ref: +4 | Will: -1 | Init: +2 | Perc: +5 | Rage: 6/6

"Hard labor, and no pay? What...?!?"

Smoke exhaling from his nostrils, Reijo shakes his head at the fun-loving blonde. He returns her puzzled look with one of his own.

With a shrug, he simply replies, "Whatever floats yer boat, love."


Island Elf 'Pugalist':1/"Almost Monk":1 |Perc:+7|HP:18/18|AC:14|T:15|FF:10|Fort:+1|Ref:+5|Will:+4|Init:+4

The tanned Elf, true to form, at Reijo's words looks about at the cabin... Even skipping over to peer out the stern windows. Craneing about to try and look at the vessel they're sailing in.

"Yuppers? Tha' boat? T'is still floatin'...?" She turns and looks at Reijo, clearly puzzled. She tilts her head and scratches at her blond mop.


Salty Sea Reavin' n' Slayin' Chap 2 -- HP: 22/22 | AC: 16 | T: 12 | FF: 14 | CMD: 17 | Fort: +6 | Ref: +4 | Will: -1 | Init: +2 | Perc: +5 | Rage: 6/6

Reijo hesitates for a moment. He gazes at Suny quizzically. Realization seeming to dawn in his eyes, he then responds in a more deliberate tone now.

"Aye, Saucy. It's... it's a bloody sayin', Saucy. I mean ta say, whatever works fer ye, if ye wants shine or nay. Ye know?"


Island Elf 'Pugalist':1/"Almost Monk":1 |Perc:+7|HP:18/18|AC:14|T:15|FF:10|Fort:+1|Ref:+5|Will:+4|Init:+4

Suny like wise takes time to think about Reijo's explanation. Which brings a slight frown to her features as she wanders back around the room, shaking her head sightly,

"Is a thing I be findin' with tha' speakin' of tha' peoples. Ye all seem ta' be doin' such strange things with tha' words all'a time." She sighs.

"I is jus' gon'a has ta' be learnin' harder I s'pose..." ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

A grin quickly reappearing, "Oh! I like shine! Is one'a tha' fun things ta' be findin' in'a... um... them boats whut don't float no more? Sunk?...." Her frown returns as she tries to remember the word, "... Is a 'w' word.... week? Wheat?" Sunny ponders for a few moments.

"Any who! Is all way fun lookin' ina' things ye find all left lyin' about on'a sands." (^_^)


Salty Sea Reavin' n' Slayin' Chap 2 -- HP: 22/22 | AC: 16 | T: 12 | FF: 14 | CMD: 17 | Fort: +6 | Ref: +4 | Will: -1 | Init: +2 | Perc: +5 | Rage: 6/6

Reijo shrugs as Sunny explains her lack of catching the meaning of sayings. Between that, and her complete lack of modesty concerning her proclivity to wear her birthday suit, he can't help but venture a guess as to why.

"Ye been marooned on an island yer whole life, or somethin'?"


Island Elf 'Pugalist':1/"Almost Monk":1 |Perc:+7|HP:18/18|AC:14|T:15|FF:10|Fort:+1|Ref:+5|Will:+4|Init:+4
Reijo Ilvonen wrote:

Reijo shrugs,

"Ye been marooned on an island yer whole life, or somethin'?"

Sunny does nod in reply. "Aye! I lived on'a island. Wiff all'a me kin." She replies brightly. (^_^)

"I come from a island all'a ways South, South West a here." She even points roughly in the direction the ship is heading.

"All'a tha' kin? They be livin' on'a islands whut's sprinkled all across tha' ocean." She nods.

"Din't I be 'splainin' that?" She tilts her head as she tries to remember what she's been saying and to whom.


A perfect point for the characters to introduce themselves to one another. (^_^)


Island Elf 'Pugalist':1/"Almost Monk":1 |Perc:+7|HP:18/18|AC:14|T:15|FF:10|Fort:+1|Ref:+5|Will:+4|Init:+4

Smiling happily Sunny sits up on the cabin's 'Grand- table', crosses her legs and wriggles about for a moment to get comfortable. Looking to her freinds to possibly start talking about... things....

(^_^)


Around six bells Yeoman Azuretta came to fetch you all to dine with the Captain in his cabin.

The Captain's Cabin itself is one deck higher than your cabins and larger than your common room below. It is richly appointed in silk divans, polished mahogany and brass. There are map drawers, a folding bunk and overhead lamps rigged to stay level when the ship heels.
The salt stained windows overlook the gentle swells of the sun dappled water below.

The table is set and there are seats for you all. As you settle, several other people filter in, vaguely familiar to you from the scrum as you departed the docks.

A long haired surly fellow serves warm bread and butter to begin the dinner, and offers you all wine or rum.


At this point, the richly dressed man you saw on deck ordering people thrown overboard swept in and took his place at the head of the table.
"Greetings to you all.
"I am Kovack Vean, and I have the honor of being the Captain of the good ship the Throaty Mermaid. On behalf of the ship and crew, I bid you welcome."

He sat.
"Now, as we were... compelled to shove off earlier than I had anticipated, perhaps we should begin by formally introducing ourselves." He said, gesturing vaguely in your direction.


Island Elf 'Pugalist':1/"Almost Monk":1 |Perc:+7|HP:18/18|AC:14|T:15|FF:10|Fort:+1|Ref:+5|Will:+4|Init:+4

Upon being led into the great cabin Sunny's first act is to skip across the cabin space and press up against the great windows looking out at the passing, rolling swells. (^_^)

Sunny happily sits where indicated, pulling her chair in and thence folding her legs up onto the cushion/seat. At the choice of wine or rum Sunny gleefully requests rum.

She sips delicately at her cup as the captain introduces himself and then asks for the party to do likewise Sunny looks to her companions, politely allowing any one who wants to go first to do so.

When it comes to her turn the tanned Elf lass smiles brightly to Captain Kovack Vean and explains,

"I yam bein' named 'Sunny', in'a speakin' of tha' peoples." (^_^)

"Me kin come from'a islands waaaay off ta' East, South East a where we is." She nods and points.

"I has bin learnin' lots'a stuff!" She beams proudly to every one gathered around the table.

"But, mainly, I bin learnin' tha' speakin' of tha' peoples." She nods enthusiastically. (^_^)


Female Human (Chelaxian) Unchained Rogue (Burglar) 2 | hp --8-- 17/17 [0 NL] | AC 18, t 15, ff 13 | Fort +1, Ref +7, Will +0 | Init +8 | Perc +5 (+6 to find secret/concealed things/+7 to find traps); Trap Spotter +7 | Conditions: none

"I'm Shaedeen, originally from Cheliax, more recently a citizen of Magnimar."

When folks keep staring at her, apparently expecting more, the teenager blurts out, "I've always wanted to see the lands to the south!"

Sense Motive DC 20:

Bluff: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

That last statement was almost certainly untrue.


Male
Spoiler:
Aquatic Druid 2 | Init +1 | Perc +4 | AC 15 T 11 FF 14 | CMB +3 CMD 14 | HP 7/17 | F +5 R +1 W +7 | Icicle 5/6

Thurden eyes Kovack suspiciously as he introduces himself and works diligently to not scoff when he refers to the Mermaid as a good ship. Man's a pompous fool that treats his ship like he does and dresses like some city tart

'Thurden. I don't often get to... enjoy a voyage on this side of a galley door.'

Thurden sips his rum lightly, wanting to keep his wits around a man whom he doesn't trust.


Salty Sea Reavin' n' Slayin' Chap 2 -- HP: 22/22 | AC: 16 | T: 12 | FF: 14 | CMD: 17 | Fort: +6 | Ref: +4 | Will: -1 | Init: +2 | Perc: +5 | Rage: 6/6

Reijo languidly enters the cabin. He scans the room as he heads for a seat at the table. He takes his seat with a grunt.

When the captain enters and makes his way to the head of the table, Reijo gives the man a squinty-eyed gaze of scrutiny.

Though the rum tempts him so, he plans to wait for the Captain to sip his own before succumbing to his thirst. But after observing Sunny and Thurden sip their own drinks, he opts to discreetly sneak a glance at each a few times. He tries to note if they show the signs of being slipped a mickey or something (having been the victim of this old pirate trick once or twice before).

When it's his turn to introduce himself, "Reijo's the name."

After a long pause and his own share of expectant looks for more information, "Thanks fer dinner."

I can't possibly get a 20 on Sense Motive, so... not even going to try. Lol.


Wait? Whut wus we s'posed ta' be sensin'? Sunny in't no spidey peoples or nuffin'... (>_>)

:P


Island Elf 'Pugalist':1/"Almost Monk":1 |Perc:+7|HP:18/18|AC:14|T:15|FF:10|Fort:+1|Ref:+5|Will:+4|Init:+4

Sunny sips at her mug of rum and nibbles at her bread. Listening with bright smiles at all the talking happening around the table as people introduce themselves.

(^_^)


Island Elf 'Pugalist':1/"Almost Monk":1 |Perc:+7|HP:18/18|AC:14|T:15|FF:10|Fort:+1|Ref:+5|Will:+4|Init:+4

At Reijo's comment Sunny nods, "Aye. Whut just might it be presented fer vittles?" She inquisitivly asks the good Captain.

"I am rilly thankin' ye lots fer havin' us all presented here at tha' eatin' ye be offerin'... but... Is we doin' this every evenin'? Is this gon'a be, like, a regualr happenin'?" Sunny asks quite puzzled and bemused. Then looks to every one else.

"Is not that I dun't think bein' wiff folks all'a time is a bad thing... but, well... whut if'n we's busy? Or if'n we's caught up wiff som'it else, like?" She looks back to Captain Kovack Vean.

"Clouds forbid we can't accept yer hospitality! T'would be right wrong ta be doin' so." She tries to assure the fellow.


Male
Spoiler:
Aquatic Druid 2 | Init +1 | Perc +4 | AC 15 T 11 FF 14 | CMB +3 CMD 14 | HP 7/17 | F +5 R +1 W +7 | Icicle 5/6

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

Now, why would she lie about something like that? Sure, there's lots of unsavory folks down there, but they aren't all bad. Dugan gives Shaedeen a quick, curious glance but leaves it at that.


Island Elf 'Pugalist':1/"Almost Monk":1 |Perc:+7|HP:18/18|AC:14|T:15|FF:10|Fort:+1|Ref:+5|Will:+4|Init:+4

(^_^)

Perception:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Sunny continues to nibble at the bread and sip at her Rum.... oblivious to Thurden casting googly eyes at Shaedeen...

XD


Female Human (Chelaxian) Unchained Rogue (Burglar) 2 | hp --8-- 17/17 [0 NL] | AC 18, t 15, ff 13 | Fort +1, Ref +7, Will +0 | Init +8 | Perc +5 (+6 to find secret/concealed things/+7 to find traps); Trap Spotter +7 | Conditions: none

Although curious about the rum, Shaedeen decides that a few sips of red wine are the wiser choice...to soothe her shaky innards. Nibbling some bread, she politely swallows before saying, "Thank you for your hospitality, Captain Vegan."

She hopes she got the man's name right.

She notices the looks the dwarf's giving her but decides if she ignores them he'll turn his gaze elsewhere eventually.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

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