Kroop awakens and seeing most of the night's meal prepared is very impressed with Suny's work.
"Nice job." He proceeds to begin cooking while taking swigs from his waterskin after refilling it, grimacing as he does.
"I could have sworn that this doesn't taste right....."
Stoma's blast does attact some attention though not approval from the old salty dog.
"Enough of that! No sense in showing off. I'd see if you can be useful else you'll head back to swabbing the decks." he snaps.
Pointing to a map with a compass lying on top of it, placed above a strangely unbalanced stool.
"Look at this and tell me your best guess of our heading."
Drak finds unfortunately the person he has to find is Scourge.....
Does he want to enter the room? He is afterall standing putside the door leading to his quarters.
Aasimar Monk 1 | HP 11/11 | Init +2 | AC 14 T 14 FF 12 | F +4 R +4 W +4
"Much appreciated," the big man says, as he nods slightly and heads below deck. Seeing Grok for the first time, he makes a warrior's appraisal of her befor sitting.
"It depends on the drink, but I will tell my story. I was born here in the Shackles. As far back as memories go, my family has lived here. The village I am from said I was different, and so they sent me off to train. It was not easy training." Sawib smells the drink as he speaks.
Sunny discovers that Kroop is generous with the salt maybe too much so but for some reason she doesn't recall the food being too salty at all the last time she tasted it.
Perception DC 12:
You notice that Kroop also throws in some seeds as well into the food.
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Stoma takes a look at the map and realises a significant problem, his map was made for use inland and surely not for sea! Sea maps doesn't use contour lines nor indicate hills.....
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"Tell me more about this training you do." Grok seems curious about it.
Sense Motive DC 10:
Grok seems more interested in your style then she's letting on.
Sunny frowns even as she bends over and sniffs at the meal simmering over the small fire place. She turns to Kroop.
"Now, ye know I be all okeys with tha' crew an' a Captain... Though, I dun't still rilly un'erstand his ways or where abouts... " And she sighs with some exasperation,
"BUT! Ye also know that I bin put un'er yer learnin' an' teachin' of yer ways!" She bounces and salutes Kroop smartly with her brightest 'Can do!' smile before pointing back at the meal they're preparing.
"Buuuut.. I can't be helpin' ta' notice..... Ye bin addin' more salt in't mix than last time aaand there be that, y'know," Sunny makes a dropping gesture with her hand, " Lil' bitty extra thingy ye done." She looks at/too Kroop earnestly.
"Ye can be trustin' me. I is yer helper. I is learnin' all'a stuffs ye be doin'." Sunny blinks her large, blue eyes at Kroop. All honesty and trusting.
Male Human Impressed Sailor 1 | hp:8/8 | AC 11/11 | F+2/R+1/W+2 | Init+1 Per+0 | Swim +2
"Everything that I have learned in the past was accomplished in dry dock or while tied up. This certainly is a different fish, Mr. Quarne. Much more challenging to repair a ship while under way! If you have the time to teach as we work, I would be glad for your instruction." Redo says appreciatively to the ship's carpenter.
"How did your hands get stained? From painting the Wormwood?" Redo asks, curiously.
Aasimar Monk 1 | HP 11/11 | Init +2 | AC 14 T 14 FF 12 | F +4 R +4 W +4
"Well, it is based on the Eye. That thing never moves, and yet is always in motion, wrecking anything that approaches it. That is what I studied. The best ways to emulate those traits and how to make any approach from an enemy into a good scenario. I am still practicing what I was taught. I am glad the showing was against a tough opponent today. I have seen skilled practitioners of the style break men in half."
Grok is puzzled.
"I could have sworn that your style seemed similar." she mutters.
"Well Now. Look towards your left,"gesturing towards a set of locked chests and then handing Sawib a key.
"Inside this locker here." she indicates a particular chest with her hand having stood up and walked towards it.
"Is your stuff. Any loot and gold you wish to put inside is your wish. Know that Stealing from fellow crewmates is severely frowned upon and will get you lashes or worse keelhauled. So keep that key safely."
Kroop raises an eyebrow at Suny's words.
"Sharp one eh? Now Lassie....I reckon that you might have wondered about the salt but understand this, the salt helps to keep the food that may or may not be bad from affectign teh rest of the crew." Stiring the pot he indicates to Suny to take over the stiring as he moves to a sack.
"This here are seeds of a fruit in the warmer islands. It's almost like pepper except it gives of a fragrant scent when boiled into water. It also helps to build up our resistance to the cold winds. They call this , I think Cinnamon."
He smiles, exposing a couple of missing teeth before letting loose a bellyful of laughter.
"Stick with me Lassie and you'll learn more. Also go find Grok after Dinner, tell her I got you as my assistant and for her to pass you your key. I also want the usual." he grins.
The aged seaman appraises Redo with wise eyes before answering.
"Aye. I was once a shipwright but business was bad and I took up the life of a pirate after I watched my family leave me after a plague hit our town. These hands are all that I have after recovering from the accursed thing that took my loved ones away. I found that my skills made me highly prized but I also found a kinship with tending to wounds." he looks at his hands once more and then at Redo.
"I guess that you'll have to show me your skills then. Land and sea wood working is not very difference though you'd have to account for the salt and barnacles."
Handing Redo a set of tools. He points to a patch that looks porrly done.
"Work with this one."
"You know the difference. Good."
he nods to the wheel.
"Hold her steady for the next 2 hours and ere the wind blows. We want a steady South West heading."
He looks into your eyes, Stoma.
"Think you can do it?"
Male Human Impressed Sailor 1 | hp:8/8 | AC 11/11 | F+2/R+1/W+2 | Init+1 Per+0 | Swim +2
Redo looks at the patch for a moment, then sets at it with gusto.
Craft Ships, repair:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
After a few moments of removing the rotted wood, he quickly carves a sliver into a proper shape, slathers it down with tar and inserts it in the crevice, smoothing away the excess. To his eyes, the patch looks quite good.
Well, that's looking decent. Now to get the Carpenter's opinion.
"Mr. Quarne, I am done with this one, and ready for your inspection." he announces, pointing to the patch. "I imagine that there are plenty more to do today.
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
Kroop raises an eyebrow at Suny's words.
"Sharp one eh? Now Lassie....I reckon that you might have wondered about the salt but understand this, the salt helps to keep the food that may or may not be bad from affecting teh rest of the crew." Stirring the pot he indicates to Sunny to take over the stirring as he moves to a sack. Sunny nods and does so as she listens to Kroop's continued explanation/instructions.
"This here are seeds of a fruit in the warmer islands. It's almost like pepper except it gives of a fragrant scent when boiled into water. It also helps to build up our resistance to the cold winds. They call this , I think Cinnamon."
"Sin-a-mon" Sunny repeats the new word quietly. He smiles, exposing a couple of missing teeth before letting loose a bellyful of laughter.
"Stick with me Lassie and you'll learn more. Also go find Grok after Dinner, tell her I got you as my assistant and for her to pass you your key. I also want the usual." He grins. Sunny grins brightly back at Kroop as she does her best to learn and help.
*After dinner*
Sunny bounces along and presents her naturally tanned self to Mistress Grok. Rapping lightly upon her door, Sunny bounces to attention/alertness as she introduces herself.
"I am be namin' 'Suny' in'a speakin' of tha' peoples an I is learnin' from Master Kroop how ta' be Cheifin'!" She exclaims brightly.
"He done asked me ta' come an' bring his 'Usual'." Sunny blinks for a moment, "Oh! An' ta' be askin' fer a key." She frowns, "Ah! Ta' be askin' fer my key." She nods, satisfied that she's relayed everything she needs to tell Mistress Grok.
Male swashbuckler (inspired blade)/1, HP 11 [11], AC 17, FF 13, T 14, Fort +1, Ref, +6 Will +0, Init+4, Perc +3
Wow. He has someone willing to take a weeks worth of a job most people hate and he wants a reason... Drak thinks to himself.
"I want to make a good impression with the other lookouts. And i figure that taking the night shift so they can rest would be a step in the right direction. Plus on a ship, where everyone must rely on others for their very life, being unliked is a quick way to 'accidentally' fall overboard." Drak says.
Do i need an new diplo check or keep the last one?
"Report to me tomorrow onwards. All your duties will be assigned by me. Hands like yours are worth gold on a ship like ours." The aged Habbly Quarne snaps out though his voie holds less rancor then before.
"Get yourself to Grok and get your key. Then return here immediately, we have the enitre ship to cover before the end of the day." Redo has no need to roll for duty.
Scourge glares at Drak but seem unable to offer a rebuttal. Instead he aheads over to his table and makes a mark off his parchment.
"You have duty for 2 nights in a row as well as rigging work in between. I do not arrange such but since you insist, it seems you'd have two sleepless night."
With that he dismisses Drak curtly with a wave of his hands., as if shooing him away.
Drak notices that Scourge's bed doesn't seem to be empty.........
No need for anotehr diplomacy check. That one is good enough.
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Suny is introducted to the hulk that is Grok and also sees Sawib there. She's also in time to hear Grok's reply to him.
"Your fighting style. I maybe considered the strongest on this ship but Maheem is regarded as the best fighter. He hasn't being defeated in combat ever since he was brought aboard. Also girlie, I have the things you likely need and I'll have your key right here. You scrubs take some time to be directed her it seems." she pauses.
"Where was I? Yes. Our last battle, Maheem singlehandly took down 10 enemies by himself, charging in, offs their captain and second mate while avoiding arrows and blades. Your style.....it seems similar to me as I have seen you both in combat though you're indeed fortunate to get off without a scratch from Crimson."
Seeing the elf still waiting, Grok sighs.
"He's taking too much but take this cask." she heaves a rather heavy cask out from its stack in the store and places it infront of Suny.
"This here his usual but tell him there's none for the month."
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 nods in acknowledgment to Grok's orders then begins to work out the best way to move the cask.
"Aye, Ma'am!"
Depending on its size Sunny will try carrying it on either her head or shoulder. Perhaps, should it come down to it, simply rolling it along the gang-ways...
Stoma is rather enjoying his first foray into steering a ship a stupid grin is seen on his face each time maeuvers around a rough wave or when the ship get bucker by one he couldn't avoid.
Suny looks a the cask. It has grooves in its sides apparently to make it easier to carry but it'll be heavy. She knows tht Kroop will be expecting her back soon to help serve out the evening meals.
Half Speed and -2 to all rolls while carrying it
Grok scoffs at Sawib's words.
"I dare say in time you'll be ranked among the top fighters on this ship if your styule is anything like Maheem. However Fighting prowess means nothing if no one has your back. Just look at Crimson. Always leashed yet the third deadliest fighter on this ship."
Aasimar Monk 1 | HP 11/11 | Init +2 | AC 14 T 14 FF 12 | F +4 R +4 W +4
Sawib smiles and nods to the fellow warrior.
"Sounds like you've got others at your back. When I was told to come down here, they smiled at me. I may not be the brightest candle in the pile, but I know when someone is respected."
Everybody on board feels the ship listing and struggles to keep their balance at the shift.
Reflex Save DC 10 or fall prone.
Shouts soon come rising in alarm as the look out screams out
"Green Skrum!!!"
Stoma sees a clawed hand heaves itself up over the railing, followed by a wet slimy head filled with fangs. It's beady eyes turn to look at you and it licks its lips.......
Male Human Impressed Sailor 1 | hp:8/8 | AC 11/11 | F+2/R+1/W+2 | Init+1 Per+0 | Swim +2
nightdeath wrote:
"Report to me tomorrow onwards. All your duties will be assigned by me. Hands like yours are worth gold on a ship like ours." The aged Habbly Quarne snaps out though his voie holds less rancor then before.
"Get yourself to Grok and get your key. Then return here immediately, we have the enitre ship to cover before the end of the day." Redo has no need to roll for duty.
"Aye Sir!" Redo says with pleasure and relief. "Get a key and get back to you." Redo repeats then dashes off to Grok.
I may not be safe, but at least I have proven my worth enough that I won't be thrown away, he thinks as he goes to find Grok.
Male Human Impressed Sailor 1 | hp:8/8 | AC 11/11 | F+2/R+1/W+2 | Init+1 Per+0 | Swim +2
Reflexive:1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21
Redo easily keeps his feet as the ship suddenly lists. He looks around to see where the nearest creatures are, and his proximity to any of his fellow impressees.
If I can get close to someone, I can help. And it will be good to use some magic...
Your stuff is with Grok who'll give you a key to unlock your chests, other than that nothing.
A loud roar rings through the air as the creature emerges from the sea, grippping the edges of the railing, he pulls itself over and gains its feet.
Seaweed and seawater hangind off his massive 8ft frame, its claws as long and sharp as daggers. It lurches as its second roar is interrupted by a powerful kick strong enough to shatter a few fangs and turn its head.
Maheem flips over his head upon delivering his first attack and lands lightly balancing on the railings.
"Do what you can to prevent this creature from destroying the ship." He calls out to the nearby crew.
"You! keep the ship steady!" pointly to Redo.
Another soon jumps into the fray, his twin weapons glowing red as Crimson attacks like his namesake, rapier and dagger leading the way in a crimson blur slashing away at the brute and keeping it off balance. It's obvious that the two are more then enough to keep the beast at bay.
Redo finds that he's going to need some help to keep the ship steady as it begins to lean more towards the right.
Make a Strength check in order to hold the wheel steady. Others are assumed to be on deck or nearby. You may of course take your chances with the Sea Troll.
Aasimar Monk 1 | HP 11/11 | Init +2 | AC 14 T 14 FF 12 | F +4 R +4 W +4
Tumbling onto the stairs as the ship is rocked by the force of the assault. Making his way onto his feet, he rushes up into deck. Seeing the giant creature, he heads over towards the troll. Cracking his knuckles, he books his way over.
Male Human Impressed Sailor 1 | hp:8/8 | AC 11/11 | F+2/R+1/W+2 | Init+1 Per+0 | Swim +2
Redo spins around in place a few times, trying to get his bearings as sailors dash too and fro. Maheem's shout is both a blessing and a curse. Damnable...I could be useful right now!, he thinks as he snaps into motion with the order and lunges for the slowly moving wheel.
Redo groans as he grabs the wheel and leans into the pull of wind and water.
"Gah! This is heavy. Someone come here and give me a hand!" he shouts at the others.
Ha Ha Ha.
Redo grabs the wheel and is spun full circle as the wheel banks hard and slams Redo on the ground with its movement.
Stoma tries to assist but to no avail as the wheel refuses to obey. Another two arrives to help hold the wheel steady,Samms Topin and Ratline. Even with their aid, it's pretty obvious that someone with actual meat on their arms should give it a go.
Sawib rushes down to combat as he sees it being engaged by the two of the foremost fighters on this ship. The creature barely glances at Sawib prefering to concentrate on its current foes.
A song bursts out filling the air with a rather raunchy melody about a wrench wrestling with a giant. A fitting tune to this battle as surprisingly Jerieth proceeds to let her voice aid the crew.
Drak realizes that he is unarmed and nobody else seems willing or inclined to point him the way.
Suny is treated to a sight of Maheem dancing between the Beast's blows and Crimson opposite him in a tangent leaving gashes where ever he passes.
Various others are either on their backs, hanging onto ropes or attempting to turn the wheel. The ship is listing quite badly and might just capsize without further warning.
Male Human Impressed Sailor 1 | hp:8/8 | AC 11/11 | F+2/R+1/W+2 | Init+1 Per+0 | Swim +2
Redo rolls over groaning, and wonders how he got all the way over to the rail. Blinking away stars, he struggles back to his feet, and as he does so, he sees Stoma struggling with the wheel. He dashes over and throws his weight back into the fight.
strength:1d20 ⇒ 18
Planting his feet against the deck, Redo is able to brace and hold against the push of the tiller, his back and arms straining.
