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Map of the Shackles

The Magpie Princess


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A calm breeze blows across the crystal clear skies, the taste of salt in the air a refreshing coolness to a warm summer's day. The weather is as beautiful and clear as one could hope for on a day of such grand celebration.

And grand it is - the sounds of festivities, already well underway at just before noon, dance out of Lilywhite and across the shores of Motaku Isle. The harbor is filled nearly to the brim with ships of all make and style, jamming the town's piers to the gills. The largest of the ocean-faring vessels anchor farther out in the deep water harbor, making any means of navigating the between them nearly impossible. It doesn't stop several skiffs of drunken sailors from trying, though, as they ride low in the water to and from their ships.

Across the piers and bridges of Lilywhite - the bizarre network of bridges and platforms that string the numerous islands of the town together - feathers, flowers, and garlands of every color are arranged in vaguely festive patterns. Any attempt to find rhyme or reason to them ends in disappointment. Revelers, masked and unmasked, clothed and mostly-clothed, dance and sing and drink their ways across the walkways in celebration. At least one of the revelers - willingly or unwilling, it is impossible to tell - makes the long dive from one of the suspended walkways into the harbor below. The crowd around him goes wild with excitement.

It is undoubtedly the Rum Punch Festival. And, if the commotion coming from the central isle was to be believed, the party was already starting.

Picking up from the recruitment thread, it is most likely that anyone meeting up or joining the festivities would meet at the central Founder's Square, where the life of the party truly is. You guys can re-do a quick introduction or meeting if so desired, or otherwise just meet and greet your fellow revelers ^_^ The adventure itself shall begin soon enough...


Male Human Shaman 5 | HP 28/39 | AC 10 T 10 FF 10 | Ft +3 Rf +1 Wi +8 | Init +0 | Perc +6 l CMD 13

Old Bard Fisher sat on a nearby bench with a pint of ale, a half full tankard of brandy, his journal and quill, and his lit pipe. He was clad in blue stripped wool breeches, brown leather boots, a multi-pocked sash, and a simple grey wool shirt. He tipped his black tricorn to anyone who hailed him, and watched the rediculous rabble as they partied.

Ol' Salty, as they called him, sang a simple santy to himself, and drew in his journal the antics of one young man with perfect golden hair, who dived off the suspended walkway into the harbor below in order to impress the ladies. His otter familiar, lil' Fisher, ran and danced among the rabble, only to come back for another sip of ale, before he dashed back in headlong.

Ol' Salty and lil' Fisher could feel happiness radiating from each other, for they were both at peace. Truly this was the start of a most memorable of days, and they would have wanted to stay like this forever.


Just to mention, most of Ol' Salty's stuff is at a nearby inn. Also, I apologize for my, most constant, lack of control, with, commas. I seem to be the opposite of commatose (haha, pun).


F Exotic Elf TBA

The tall, tanned Elf lass skips, bounces, caroms, twirls and dances from one group to another random gathering before randomly moving on to others. All the while she laughs, giggles, nods and smiles quite obviously thoroughly enjoying the festive abandon swelling through the town. (^_^)

Lithe, tanned legs rise to a faded skirt of some material and an equally pale shirt worn over sun kissed shoulders. Her current, carried wealth being drawn from pale grey leather pouch, itself hanging form the sturdy leather braided line about the girl's waist.

Perception:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

Upon spying the cutest little critter the Elven lass gives a 'squee' of joy and skips over to lavish the animal with her attentions.

"Hey-ya there lil' one! Who be tha clever lil' dickens then, hey?" (^_^)

Diplomacy:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

*Waves*


Male Sea Otter Familiar HD 5 l HP 19/19 | AC 19 T 16 FF 15 | Ft +3 Rf +5* Wi +8 | CMD 10*

The young otter stood on his hind legs and looked the tall, tanned Elf in the eyes with glee. He then pointed to himself and gave a little chirp.

I realize that the portrait is a racoon, but unfortunately I can't find any otters or ferrets. Oh wells


F Exotic Elf TBA

Suny giggles at the lil' critters antics and looks around for any near by stalls from which to get a suitable treat for it.

Perception:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

"Oh! Wait ye right there! I be back in'a jiff!" So saying she bounces to her bare, tanned feet and races over to buy a treat for the lil' furry critter.


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

The thin, tall Mwangi woman wanders into Founder's Square, enjoying the hub-bub and chaos of the celebration. Her black hair is long and straight, held back from her head by a bandanna. An armless top that exposes her midriff, loose leggings, and sandals supported the "sailor" image, but none of that quite punctuated the image as much as the parrot sitting on her shoulder.

In her left hand, she holds a tankard full of rum, which she occasionally sips.

"I don't know why anybody would go to anybody's festivals other than Cayden Cailean's," she muses to nobody in particular, looking at the drunken revelry all around here. "Now there's a god who understand the value of joie de vivre!"

The parrot on her shoulder squawks and says in Polyglot, "Tai want a cracker!"

Arching one eyebrow and looking at her shoulder, the Mwangi woman responds, also in Polyglot, "Oh, hush, you, stop playing stupid. This is just a festival. We're not incognito! Besides, look at this place. There's plenty to eat... and drink! You should try some rum. You might like it."

Seeing a vivacious young elf dashing after an otter, and an old man drawing, the woman sits down on a bench near the old man, but not disturbing him. "Wonderful day," she says in Taldan, under her breath, not wanting to disturb them man if he's wrapped up in his drawing. The parrot leans over and tries to get a look at what the man is drawing, while the Mwangi woman takes another sip from her rum and looks through the crowd for the return of the elf.


Male Human Shaman 5 | HP 28/39 | AC 10 T 10 FF 10 | Ft +3 Rf +1 Wi +8 | Init +0 | Perc +6 l CMD 13

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21
If succeeds: "A wonderful day it is" mused the old man as he tipped his hat. He leaned over to the parrot, and showed his drawing. "Ye just missed it, but a young lad over yonder wanted to impress the ladies by plungin into the 'arbor like. Gave me a good laugh. Name's Bard, but most call me Ol' Salty. The otter over there is mine, just like your parrot. His name is lil' Fisher. What can I call you two an whereabouts might ye be from? " He took another sip of brandy, savoring it's sweet richness.


Female Human HP- 48/48 AC- 19 FF- 15 T- 14 F- +8 R- +5 W- +6 CMD- 20 CMB- +6 Init- +8 Perc- +7 Rage- 5/6 Blessings 5/5 Fervor 1/4 Sacred Weapon 4/4

Viktorra leans casually against a wall of a nearby pub, the one Ol' Salty got his drink from, eyeing the crowd. She is dressed in her normal gear, with her rapier at her side and her pistol dagger in its holster on the waist behind her back. Her tricorn pulled low, she is the iconic stranger, even though she's met several of the locals.

Most of her other gear (crossbow, boarding gear, etc.) is hidden down the coast in her rowboat, the one she escaped in after the privateers caught up to her.

Given her recent falling out with a crew of privateers, she is planning on joining the festivals with Suny and the otter as soon as she determines whether any of the privateers have managed to follow her.

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17


F Exotic Elf TBA

Diplomacy:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

Having bought samples of things from half a dozen of the buildings/stalls about the place (At a very good price) Suny scampers back to the lil' furry critter -drops down-

Acrobatics1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

With out some how spilling anything from her laden arms and begins to offer small samples of what she's bought to see which kind of treats the little fury-kin might like.

Handle Animal:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

"Oooo, ye likein' that stuffs, hey?" She coos at Lil Fisher as he makes his choices of the many treats presented by the tanned Elven lass.

(^_^)


Female Human HP- 48/48 AC- 19 FF- 15 T- 14 F- +8 R- +5 W- +6 CMD- 20 CMB- +6 Init- +8 Perc- +7 Rage- 5/6 Blessings 5/5 Fervor 1/4 Sacred Weapon 4/4

Having seen no enemies, (I assume no privateers are here xD) Viktorra saunters over to where Sumy is playing with the otter.

Slowly bending over to approach it, she reaches her hand out to lil Fisher.

"'Ahoy, little one."

Turning to Suny, she speaks "Well, 'ello there, elf."


F Exotic Elf TBA

Suny looks up at Viktorra's initial 'Hello little one' before blinking at being addressed second.

"Oh! Hey-YA there!" She set her armful of stuff down and bounces up to offer a sun-tanned arm/hand at Viktorra to shake. (^_^)

"M'name be 'Suny' in'a speakin' of tha' peoples!" Suny declarers brightly by way of introduction.


Female Human HP- 48/48 AC- 19 FF- 15 T- 14 F- +8 R- +5 W- +6 CMD- 20 CMB- +6 Init- +8 Perc- +7 Rage- 5/6 Blessings 5/5 Fervor 1/4 Sacred Weapon 4/4

(Thought we we'd already met. Whoops xD)

"And mine be Viktorra, free soul of the ocean. What kinda business do ye deal with?"

She takes the hand offered, and gives it a firm shake.

"And whose otter this be?"


F Exotic Elf TBA

Suny looks down at the indicated critter, which is now free to dive into the unattended snack pile to which Suny giggles in delight/joy.

"Ot-er.." Suny whispers the new name even as she watches the animal enjoy itself, before blinking and looking back to Viktorra who's hand she's still shaking.

"bizz-nezz..?" Suny replies sounding puzzled before brightening, "Oh AYE! I come from tha' sea as well!" She points with her free hand.

"I come up on'a docks over a ways an' people was all laughin' an' shoutin' an' was havin' tha' grandest of times!" Suny herself laughs happily at the memory of the scene.

"An' then they was puttin' things on m'self," And the tanned Elf indicates her clothing.

"I haz a SHIRT!" She declares loudly and proudly, letting go of Viktorra and pointing to her chest with both hands. (^_^)

It now being noticeable that the Elf lass clothing consists of little more than some very faded and time worn shirt a size or to large for her frame as the thing slips off one tanned shoulder and that the 'skirt' about her hips is itself no more than some other shirt which has been wrapped and tied in place. In fact, other than the plaited belt and satchel... there is very little left to the imagination in regards to what the sun-bronzed Elf is wearing.

(^_^)


Male Sea Otter Familiar HD 5 l HP 19/19 | AC 19 T 16 FF 15 | Ft +3 Rf +5* Wi +8 | CMD 10*

Lil' Fisher reached out with his two tiny otter paws to shake Viktorra's hand, then subsequently handed her a lovely homemade blackberry muffin.

Suny's arms carried only a small taste of the delicious treats offered in the spirit of Cayden Cailean. Whimsical wild blueberry scones smeared in savory scone spread smothered the long oak tables. Scrumptious sweet oatcakes garnished with salty candied nuts were accompanied by heavenly honey nut flapjacks, rich meadowcream cake with appetizing baked apples, and piping hot garlic herb cheese bread that melted in your mouth at the very first bite. Lil' Fisher savored his new favorite, fresh from the ship lemon 'n butter trout. He sipped a serving of Lilywhite's famous strawberry rum cordial, and sat happily sampling the nectarous honey scones smeared in cinnamon and hazelnut spread. Those who spoke to him were greeted with sharings of blackberry muffins, and the otter ate beyond the point of bursting.


I read all that and it made me hungry enough to go and make myself a quick something for lunch...


Female Human HP- 48/48 AC- 19 FF- 15 T- 14 F- +8 R- +5 W- +6 CMD- 20 CMB- +6 Init- +8 Perc- +7 Rage- 5/6 Blessings 5/5 Fervor 1/4 Sacred Weapon 4/4

"Ay, thank ya, little one. It's you be one of 'em speaking animals? Some can, ya know." She adds as an afterthought to Suny. She looks at her muffin, and takes a bite out of it.
"Delicious."

(To ",", it's lunchtime where you are? 10:45 p.m.)


3:45 PM on an overcast and muggy Thursday. (^_^)


F Exotic Elf TBA

Suny giggles, laughs and squees at the 'Otters' behavior. Suny nods to Viktora,

"Oh aye! There be birds an' fish an'...um... other things. All'a what be talkin' right gooder." She nods in agreement.

"I come ta' learn talkin' gooder!" Suny declares proudly.


Female Human HP- 48/48 AC- 19 FF- 15 T- 14 F- +8 R- +5 W- +6 CMD- 20 CMB- +6 Init- +8 Perc- +7 Rage- 5/6 Blessings 5/5 Fervor 1/4 Sacred Weapon 4/4

"Do ya, now? Why that be?" Viktorra responds.


Male Sea Otter Familiar HD 5 l HP 19/19 | AC 19 T 16 FF 15 | Ft +3 Rf +5* Wi +8 | CMD 10*

Lil' Fisher looks up when Viktorra asks if he's "one of 'em speaking animals" and gives a little chirp in affirmation. He then points to the old man sitting on the nearby bench, but returns to his feast.


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"Well Blindey, 'at be another fine mess ye've gotten me into..."

A daunting figure of a sailor sits under the shade of a multicolored canopy, across from the playful elf and her new friends of human and animal kind. He speaks in a deep and gravelly voice to an older and apparently blind gentleman nearby.

The salty sailor's scowl seems to come a bit too naturally to him, standing in sharp contrast to the jubilant festivities all around Lilywhite's harbor. Puffs of dark smoke waft from the sailor's billiard-shaped pipe. Piercing blue eyes watch the tan elf feed the otter.

The sailor appears well tanned from a lifetime of sun on the open seas, and wears a well worn brown coat, odd for this warm summer's day. A striped and tattered doo-rag of red & golden yellow holds back his long black hair. Black leather boots reach just above his knees.


Female Human HP- 48/48 AC- 19 FF- 15 T- 14 F- +8 R- +5 W- +6 CMD- 20 CMB- +6 Init- +8 Perc- +7 Rage- 5/6 Blessings 5/5 Fervor 1/4 Sacred Weapon 4/4

"What, can ye not talk for yer own 'self? Ima guessin' that there be your 'owner'?"


F Exotic Elf TBA

Suny smiles, though takes a little time to respond possibly not sure if Viktorra is talking to herself or the Otter. Eventually Suny replies,

"Oh, I come from tha' islands waaaaay over that a'way..." And the tanned Elf waves an arm off in the direction of the sea.

"We's a gooder ways of South ta South Westerly, like. But, when tha' season be rilly, rilly stormy? We can be seein' tha' great storm from tha' highest peak on'a home." Sunys eyes seem to grow even wider with wonder at mention of the great eye of Abadengo.

"But we gets boats blowed in't beach some times by tha' storms an' it were from them I learned me speakin' like I does now." Suny beams with pride at her learning. (^_^)


Male Sea Otter Familiar HD 5 l HP 19/19 | AC 19 T 16 FF 15 | Ft +3 Rf +5* Wi +8 | CMD 10*

A second chirp of affirmation from Lil' Fisher as he dives into a slice of meadowcream cake.

I don't think he ever learns to talk on his own, despite his growth in intelligence. At a later level, he'll be able to speak to Ol' Salty, but that's about it.


F Exotic Elf TBA

Suny giggles and kneels down to scratch the Otter under the chin and behind the ears. As much as she can given the critters attention on the snacks she's delivered. (^_^)


Female Human HP- 48/48 AC- 19 FF- 15 T- 14 F- +8 R- +5 W- +6 CMD- 20 CMB- +6 Init- +8 Perc- +7 Rage- 5/6 Blessings 5/5 Fervor 1/4 Sacred Weapon 4/4

"Well, methinks I'll go 'ave a word with this wonderful creatures' master. Be seein' you two later?" she says to Suny and lil' Fisher.

Viktorra walks over to the bench and asks "This here seat taken?" pointing beside Ol' Salty. "And a 'ello to you too, lad." She says to Reijo.

(It's a wight, actually, ",", a pirate wight in fact.)


I know what it was. :P Was just adding fun and spice. (^_~)


F Exotic Elf TBA

Suny nods and smiles, becoming more and more engrossed and distracted by the wondrous Otter's play. (^_^)


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 smiles back at Old Salty. "My name is Nhati. I grew up in Nantambu, a bit inland, but nowadays I'm from all about the sea. I spend my life serving on one ship or another."

Nodding to the parrot on her shoulder, she says, "This here is Tai. He speaks, but only the trade language of my homeland, polyglot, as it's spoken throughout the Mwangi expanse."

She nods to Viktorra as she shows up and sits next to them. "Hello! enjoying the festival? My name's Nhati. Pleased to meet you."


Male Human Shaman 5 | HP 28/39 | AC 10 T 10 FF 10 | Ft +3 Rf +1 Wi +8 | Init +0 | Perc +6 l CMD 13

Ol' Salty took another sip of brandy before he replied "G'day to you, miss Nahty... er Nauti? My apologies, your homeland is a culture that I'm unfamiliar with. However, it seems that our livelihoods are similar. I've also been part of many a crew, started out as a fisherman with me pa, then took to sailing for merchants, then pirates, military, oh I think I've sailed with just about anyone now. So what kind of crews 'ave ye been sailin with, miss?"

When Viktorra approached Ol' Salty, he turned to her and said "not at all, young lass. Ye can call me Ol' Salty, if ye like. To whom might I owe the pleasure of meeting on this fine day?"


Female Human HP- 48/48 AC- 19 FF- 15 T- 14 F- +8 R- +5 W- +6 CMD- 20 CMB- +6 Init- +8 Perc- +7 Rage- 5/6 Blessings 5/5 Fervor 1/4 Sacred Weapon 4/4

Viktorra is slightly surprised at receiving such a "warm" reception, but replies to both,
"The name's Viktorra. 'Twas I interruptin' somethin'?"
Getting a feeling that she can trust these two kind people, especially the older man (her mom always said trust the elderly), she shares a bit of information that she otherwise wouldn't have.
"I would be enjoyin' the festival, ya, if I had a wee bit more rum, and did no' have tha feelin' I was being hunt'd. Other 'n that? Mighty fin'."


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The seated sailor under the colorful canopy merely nods back to Viktorra as he continues to puff away. His observant gaze of her might make the hatted duelist second guess her earlier estimation of safety from her hunters when, at the mention of rum, the man SLAMS the table he shares with the blind man and stands up tall.

"AYE! 'at's what me needs! A bottle o'rum t'free me weary mind ah this mis'rable bloody festival." Tossing his empty bottle into the ocean without a care, he looks around for the nearest liquor stand in this horribly happy place.

Spotting one just past the menagerie of otter, parrot, elf, and humans, he begins sauntering towards them. The thought of rum seems to liven the sea veteran up a bit, however... likely, to the chagrin of those whom he now addresses.

Overhearing the old man converse with the attractive Mwangi woman, he lasciviously looks her up and down while commenting, "Hah! The old dog be barkin' up a tree many a'winter too few fer'is old arse."

Spotting the tanned elf once more, he smirks outrageously now, "Avast, ye saucy wench! I be liken' t'see yer lil' fisher, if ye catches me drift." Back to the Mwangi woman, An' thar always be room fer one more, ye naughty lass."

Reaching the nearby liquor stand, he grunts his request while fishing for coins in his belt pouch. "Rum, mate."

And as he walks, one might discern the sound and sight of a few bladed weapons belted at the foulmouthed sailor's sides, concealed beneath his long, brown coat...


Male Human Oracle (Heavens) L1/Bard (Seasinger) L1 - | AC16 (T12FF14) | HP 17/17 | Saves: F2R6W4 | Init: +2 | Perc: +4 (Dark 30ft) | Status: Normal

"Fer the love 'o Desna, jes' have a drink an' siddown Reijo boy! Yer interruptin' me song!" Shouted back a little nut brown man in worn sailor's clothes and with an eyepatch over both eyes.
He turned back to his little circle of listeners, giving them a gap toothed grin. Swaying a bit as he gestured with his mug of rum, he carried on with his tale.

"Where was I before I was rudely interrupted? Oh yeah! Ahem...
'Three days now gone by, and still no pirate showin'
so he calls to the Cabin Boy, "How is she blowin?"
"Fair wind, Sir" he answers, "Six knots from the east"
"Dam yer eyes, boy!" yells Aethos, "Its a hurricane at least!"
"This weather's not fit fer man, or fer beast;
"The way the ships yawning and rockin' about,
"We're in danger of sinking, without a doubt!"
So he orders the men, "Throw the sheet anchor out!"

Then he calls to the bosun,
"How fierce is the gale?"
"Not wind enough Captain, to ruffle a sail"
But brave Aethos answers, leaning hard 'oer the rail:
"I can feel the ship listing, have all hands start to bail!
"I'll just stay in my cabin, please send down more ale!"...

Perform:Comedy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20


Female Human HP- 48/48 AC- 19 FF- 15 T- 14 F- +8 R- +5 W- +6 CMD- 20 CMB- +6 Init- +8 Perc- +7 Rage- 5/6 Blessings 5/5 Fervor 1/4 Sacred Weapon 4/4

Viktorras' watching of the suspicious Reijo is proven unnecessary when she hears him exclaim for rum, and even more so by the fact that the bard referred to him by name. "Surely he's not one of them" she thought.

Overhearing Reijo's comments towards Nhati and Suny, her first reaction is to prepare herself for them to be turned towards her. The second is wondering what exactly stopped him from doing so.

Not noticing the bard earlier, she focuses her attention on the comedy. At its finish, she laughs with a surprisingly loud voice, and walks over to buy the storyteller a drink.
May I offer ya a drink to sooth tha' voice of yours?" she asks.


F Exotic Elf TBA

Suny, who is probably carrying a very round and contented little Otter over to his owner, laughs brightly at the fellow's song. (^_^)

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A tall man approaches the group, a deep-bellied laugh echoing the bright orange mask on his face. Its wide and expressive grin seems a suiting response to Bellamy's tale. He raises a glass as he approaches, saluting all of those in company. "Well, I'll be damned if I don't take that offer instead." He thrusts his foaming mug of ale towards Bellamy with a tip of his head towards Viktorra, giving an overly flourished bow once his hands are free. The Mwangi man stands tall and proud, his greying hair peeking out from behind the mask. With another chuckle, he takes the mask off and breathes deep, as though it had been stifling him.

"Time for this man to find himself another cup, I'm thinkin! But where are my manners - none of you look even a bit familiar. New to Lilywhite? In port for the festival, I hope? This favored harbor of ol' Cayden's got a blessed time in store for all of us! The name's Anyabwile. I'm something of a host here for the Rum Punch! Just let me know if'n you need a thing... like more drinks!"


F Exotic Elf TBA

Suny nods and smiles back in response to the happy fellow's introductions, even as she hands Fisher back to Ol' Salty.

Flopping forwards at the waist she attempts to mimic Anyabwile's flourish,

Acrobatics:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

Upon straightening up she beams, "I yam bein' called 'Suny' in'a speakin' of tha' peoples!" She introduces herself brightly to both Anyabwile and those aggregating around Ol' Salty an Bellamy.


Male Human Shaman 5 | HP 28/39 | AC 10 T 10 FF 10 | Ft +3 Rf +1 Wi +8 | Init +0 | Perc +6 l CMD 13

Ol' Salty reached out to receive lil Fisher, and said to him "Oh dear, not again. All that sugar's gonna go right to yer head, ye silly goose. Y'ait gonna sleep tonight. No no not the currant cak... oh I was going to 'ave that." He gave a quick sigh before attending to the crowd who've joined him.

Upon hearing that the man was something of a host, Ol' Salty rose from the bench and replied "G'day, young man. I'll take care of yer drink if'n ye want. Would ye care for some rum?" He figured that he'd ask his questions afterwards, once the man was sated with drinks.

Instead he turned to the tanned elf, who had delivered lil' Fisher. "It seems my young otter 'as found quite the unique friend like. Where are ye from, Suny?" Normally he was not so friendly with elves, but her playtime with lil' Fisher warmed his heart... as did the brandy.

He completely ignored Reijo, for a rude drunken sailor was very common in his lifetime. However, it did give him a good chuckle.

He did however notice Viktorra's complaint about being hunted, which made the old man slightly suspicious.
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (1) + 14 = 15
He was far too distracted by the crowd gathered around him to get any sense of the young lass.


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

"Na-HAH-tee", Nhati pronounces her name out for Ol'Salty. "But as long as you're close, I'll probably know you're talking to me. I've been on this, that, and the other ship, just like you. A few pirates ships too, aye, although I try to avoid the worst of that lot."

The parrot on Nhati's shoulder interjects in polyglot: "Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of run!"

Nhati chuckles.

To Viktorra, Nhati says, "Not interrupting anything! Just chatting, enjoying the festival, enjoying the rum, and getting to know each other. What's your story."

When Reijo makes his suggestive comments, she arches an eyebrow at him. "Room for one more? Be careful you don't overload yourself and capsize under the waves!" She gives him a wry smile to indicate she's just playing.

Tai, her familiar, however, is a little confused, and says, in polyglot, "Mistress, he called you a wench. Does that mean he expects you to bring him more rum?"

Nhati responds to her familiar, "Shush, you."

She enjoys No-Eyes' song with the, rest, lifting her Tankard in salute after he's done.

To Anyabwile, she says, "My name's Nhati! Wonderful festival you've got going here. All hail the Drunken Hero! And..."

She nods in the direction of Reijo.

"I think he needs more Rum!"

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Anyabwile smiles at Nhati, nodding. Walking with a practiced drunken swagger, he approaches Reijo before throwing an arm around the man, nearly sending the both of them toppling to the ground. He gives a wink at the man behind the stall. "This one's on the house, mate. My new friend here could use another cup or ten!"

He grabs a pair of cups from the stall - the unidentifiable liquor inside possibly a mix of rum and something, a bastard's grog - and raises a toast with Reijo. "To the good Lucky Drunk!"


Female Human HP- 48/48 AC- 19 FF- 15 T- 14 F- +8 R- +5 W- +6 CMD- 20 CMB- +6 Init- +8 Perc- +7 Rage- 5/6 Blessings 5/5 Fervor 1/4 Sacred Weapon 4/4

Well, I'll be damn'd. This here shindig has a host? 'Twas under the influence that it was just a bunch of folk partyin'! The name's Viktorra."

Quietly, to Nhati's question, she whispers, "Maybe later, lass. Not a story for telling at a party."

She looks over at Ol' Salty, and does she notice his "sensing glare"...

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Nope, she doesn't have a clue.

Flashing Ol' Salty a smile, Viktorra decides to stick next to this "host", and see what he's all about.


F Exotic Elf TBA

Suny literally does jump and hoot for joy,

"YAY! Free RUM!" (^_^)

So saying she seems more than eager to grab a tankard/mug/whatever and partake of the servings being handed 'round.

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"Host? Ah- ain't nothing so formal's all that. If'n it weren't obvious, I do a bit of work in the name of inebriation! Cheers ring out around the Founder's Square, from people you've tangentially met or seen. Glasses are raised all around. Song breaks out, though any semblance of proper key is lost on the crowd. A splash signals yet another stumbling drunk in the drink.

"But really, I'm glad to see so many folk from all 'round coming to our lovely little gatherin'. Rum Punch been getting bigger e'ry year, and this one's shaping up to big the biggest! Say, you lot join any of the contests being held 'round Lilywhite yet?"


Female Human HP- 48/48 AC- 19 FF- 15 T- 14 F- +8 R- +5 W- +6 CMD- 20 CMB- +6 Init- +8 Perc- +7 Rage- 5/6 Blessings 5/5 Fervor 1/4 Sacred Weapon 4/4

"Contests, ya say...?"

Viktorra seems very interested in participating in these "contests".


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Sipping from her mug Suny perks up and looks interested at the turn of conversation. She edges closer to Salty,

"Con-test... iz at a word like fer 'Game'...?" She whispers/asks.


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"Aye that's right Suny, but a contest's a game where lots o folks try t'do better than the others. The best is called the winner, an sometimes win prizes like money, rum, free lodging, an other stuff."


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"Oi!" Reijo reacts to the host's sudden arm wrap as if he were about to be robbed or stabbed... Instinctively, his coin-carrying hand tenses to protect its contents, while his other hand seems to have instantaneously drawn a poniard, now inches away from gutting the generous Anyabwile. He is given an intense look of "I'll gut ye b'fore ye can say 'Aye!'" during the few seconds before the paranoid sailor realizes his more generous motives. Fortunately, Reijo begins to relax before stabbing the poor man.

Reijo especially relaxes upon hearing about the free rum he offers, and he sheathes his dagger. "Ah... well I be takin' ye up on yer off'r, Mis'r Any Bile." A smile cracks on the man's face, unaccustomed as it appears to be to such an expression, as he joins in Anyabwile's toast before downing a gulp of the free drink.

His expression grows grave as he then offers some advice to Anyabwile. "Ye lis'n real good, matey. Me likes ye. But fer th'sake o'yer life, ye best nev'r be touchin' me like 'at again. Nev'r." Smirking once more, his gaze drifts over to the ladies again, "Unless, o'course, ye be a saucy lass."

In response to the Mwangi woman's playful comeback, Reijo's smirk deepens. With a wink, "Ain't ye worry 'bout that, ye naughty lass. Me main mast be sturdier than even the bloody Eye o'Abendago be able t'break." Reijo is actually a handsome man, save his somewhat dilapidated attire, need for a bath, and foul-tempered nature. Not to mention the yellow-stained and slightly decayed state of his teeth, visible when he smirks, from many years of heavy smoking and consuming excessive quantities of sugary rum. But I digress...

Looking back to the Mwangi man, "Contest, eh?" his interest piqued, "An' what sorta prizes be innit fer me?" Pondering a bit, "Hmpf. Me wonders why it be called 'Rum Punch?' Thar be a contest whar ye be drinkin' an' punchin' th'deadlights outta some oth'r poor sap's skull fer a bag o'booty? Me likes th'sound o'that..."

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Deadlights = eyes


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Suny laughs, bounces up and down and claps her hands

"I luv games! Whut we gon'a play?" She asks enthusiastically. (^_^)


Female Human HP- 48/48 AC- 19 FF- 15 T- 14 F- +8 R- +5 W- +6 CMD- 20 CMB- +6 Init- +8 Perc- +7 Rage- 5/6 Blessings 5/5 Fervor 1/4 Sacred Weapon 4/4

Viktorra looks over at the host with his arm around Reijo...
Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13

...and doesn't seem to see the knife, although she does notice tension. After hearing the words from Reiji to Anyabwile, she makes a note to stay away from the one laden with weapons.

She got a feeling his story might be similar to hers.

"I be with Suny, here. Not quite tha' level a 'nergy, but still excited nonetheless."

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