Adriel continues to wear the Hanky as he aids in the cleaning. Mostly by casting PRESTIDIGIATION on areas that have already been scrubbed.
To any that ask he states, You saw how the Captain did what needed doing. Good man and hard decision. We need to be certain the cleaning is as good as possible. Best to get the place cleaned with Brush AND magic. I'm no cleric but I'll try my damndest.
With every casting small sections of the floor boards, or whatever he targets come up looking like they are newly polished.
He does the Officers mess first, then joins in with Henks team in the hold (allowing them a few minutes to start the mundane scrubbing first), asking, Darius, will you keep an eye on me please while I magically clean the hold. I need to focus and potentially scared people do stupid things. I'd hate to have to kill anyone and I believe the quartermaster has yet to submit to my charming personality.
Adriel when you arrive in the hold, you see there are a few people who have been whacked from obvious sap hits. However, the passengers are calm and orderly now.
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Other than the grumbling you've picked up the rest of the evening goes by at a busy pace. You've been told that the ship expects to dock before sunrise.
The bard smiles as Hawkins starts to sing- the tune is known to her, and she sings along in the chorus with him. "Why Hawkins, I do believe the Rhapsodic College is looking for more singing instructors..."
Later, Astrianna shakes her head as she overhears some gossip about Dirk, but continues with her duties. They obviously didn't see how it gutted him...
"Gladly, captain. My legs could stand the breather anyway."
"Sure thing, partner. Just let me get my glaive," Darius replies to Adriel.
He reaches into his pack, and produces his weapon of choice from a side pocket, a perplexing sight to those unaccustomed to magical storage, and stands. After fastening a strip of cloth over his face and making sure his new sword was at his side, he leads the way into the hold.
Once in the shadowed area, Adriel can easily note that the blade of Darius' glaive sheds a haunting red light. He makes no other move, unless a passenger tries something stupid.
Sath leads her group in a thorough scrubbing down of the ship as instructed...
After he finishes his tale he continues to work with the others, smiling a little and clearly enjoying the memories.
"It sounds like you had quite the time. I guess horses don't deal well with smoke and noise do they? I've never actually ridden on a horse before you know. Never really ad the chance to, I haven't spent more than a week at a time off of any ship since I been eleven."
He glances at Embrianna.
”Well, didn’t do much riding either; spent most of our time dodging through scrub, trees and some of the highlands by the coast,” he says as he wrings the water from the rag into a bucket.
"So to be fair, I didn't spend too much time with horses, but after that little display... well, yeah - I reckon horses don't like fire, smoke, or loud noises," he says, giving her a little wink.
”Plus you can’t always get horses up into that kind of terrain; they break a leg or stumble on a rock and that's a problem. We found generally it was better to do the job then just melt into the trees.”
He pauses to take another drink.
”But I like ships generally, too. You’re out on the waves, or manning the helm, and suddenly you’re feeling a like bloody god, you know? I mean, there’s nothing like it when you feel the deck tilt under a full press of sails in a north’westerly – and you’re hearing the groan of the halyards straining as the canvas is tugged to the limit, the keel slicing through the waves like a hot knife through butter,” he says with a grin.
"Me and that crew did some good runs together back then..." he says with a little smile.
"I'll be damn'd y'were there, thought that was silly yarn told."
David looks up and glances at the merchant sailor, surprised that the man had listened in on his tale, but not entirely displeased.
”Aye, indeed!” he says with a careless smile.
Then he studies the man thoughtfully as he works, watching the man for a bit, his eyes boring into the merchant's greedy features, peering at the avarice which dripped from him like fat.
Then he smiles and continues to work and chat some more, happy to regale his mates with some more little stories to pass the time.
”We used to do some work with this Shoanti lad from the Tamiir-Quah out northern Varisia… name of Rhodik… anyhow, he helped us a bit when we had to do some knifework on this poxing boss who refused to come across when we asked him where he was hiding some slave pens,” he adds with a reflective grin as he rubs his forehead absently.
”So anyhow, we pinched this boss-man and had the sodding bytch back in our camp and tried all sorts of regular ways to get him to talk – I think his name was Emillo Decimus, served with House Agrippa… but point is, he knew where they were keeping some lads who they had pegged as slaves we had to move fast on account of the fact that the word was that they were going to be shipped south across the sea to a buyer out of Mwangi in less then two days, but this Decimus guy just wouldn’t talk, right?”
”So we're getting pretty pissed, and at this point Rhodik hears that the guy won't talk, so he takes the guy and shows us this trick his daddy taught him; he took the edge of his ax and puts the sharp end into the cheek right here,” David says pausing, looking square at the merchant, pointing to a spot on his own cheek with his index finger, a wide smile under flat eyes.
”Now what Rhodik didn’t know is that there’s this cluster of nerves in the cheek and if you hit it just right with a knife blade you can make pain shoot out all through the whole poxing skull,” he adds.
”His only problem was that he used flint axes – bad for the job; you need to get a real fine tip to it. An ax is too wide; hell, even a dagger is little too broad for that sort of work… if you want to do it right you need something longer and thinner, that gets to the spot real good and real easy… if it was me, I’d use a dirk,” he says flashing the man a quick smile.
”Of course, Rhodik just had skills his daddy taught him, but when you study how the body works – how to make it feel good and all that, well… you got learn both sides of the coin, savvy? I mean, you learn what makes a body feel just right and what makes it feel real, real bad,” he adds, then he lets out a boisterous laugh, slapping the merchant on his arm.
As he goes back to scrubbing he looks at the merchant.
”I never had a taste for that kind of thing, though – it’s not really who I am.”
He chuckles.
”Just as well, though – if I needed to do it, I bet I’d be real good at it,” he says musingly as he glances at the man with the same flat smile.
The ice that rises off David toward the man is like cold fire and there is a strange tension coming from him. As he works, Astrianna hums a few bars of the song that he had recently sung and smiles at him.
"Why Hawkins, I do believe the Rhapsodic College was looking for more singing instructors..."
He looks up at her with a somewhat surprised expression then grins.
Thinking for a moment he continues to scrub the deck, feeling the sea breeze in his hair, the salt tang in his nostrils, the taste of the sea in his mouth he glances at her as he works.
”I heard this one from some Shoanti lads,” he says as he works, and sings another tune, loud enough for the others to enjoy.
This will never end
'Cause I want more
More, give me more
– Give me more
If I had a heart I could love you
If I had a voice I would sing
After the night when I wake up
I'll see what tomorrow brings
If I had a voice, I would sing
Crushed and filled with all I found
– Underneath and inside, just to come around
More, give me more, give me more
If I had a voice… I would sing
As the evening presses on, and those that had pulled the day shift start to relax a bit, Darius finds himself standing against the rail of the ship, looking out over the water towards the sunset.
He listens in on various stories being told, songs being sung, and laughter being shared, but cannot help but feel a wave of melancholy wash over him.
All these people, they've had all sorts of adventures to talk about and share. What have I done? A bit of glorified banditry, got some good folks killed, and spent some time on a piss poor example of a pirate ship. Way to leave your mark, Darius.
He looks out to the west, taking in the sight of the setting sun.
Perhaps my legacy is meant for the Razor. Maybe this is where I was meant to be.
As the day goes on the sun dips into the west and paints the sea a fine crimson hue with bloody fingers stabbing over the ways. David glances up and notices Darius leaning against the gunwale and saunters over to him.
Darius looks out to the west, taking in the sight of the setting sun.
David leans against him and lights a cheroot and pulls out another and offers it to Darius.
”Evening, chief,” he says to his friend with a casual voice.
”So haven’t seen you in a while – looks you’re spending all your time up in that little look-out post, eh?” he says with grin as he draws a rich pull of the smoke into his mouth as he waits for Darius to say if he wants the smoke or not.
”Ahh… that’s a good flavor,” he says, his neck wet with sweat and his face tanned darker from the bright rays of the sun.
”So what’s been going on with you? Anything interesting?” he asks his friend as he watches the waves.
Then he glances to Darius thoughtfully.
"So how about it - you'd rather have a ship, or maybe something on the land?" he asks.
"As for me, I'll go where the winds take me. How about you?" he says, curious to know what the man has to say.
Darius takes the offered smoke, and nods a thanks to the man. "Good evening, Sir," he says, joshing the man on his acquisition of rank.
At the comment on his post for the day, Darius smiles and replies, "Aye, and sounds like I had the best post of the day."
When Hawkins asks if anything interesting had happened, he shakes his head and adds, "Not today, my friend. Seems you had all the excitement of the day."
Darius thinks a moment on Hawkins question before answering. "Ever since I discovered the freedom of a life at sea, I thought that was what I'd do till I died. But, the thought of a life of adventure on the Razor...has me thinking on other possibilities."
Astrianna smiles as Hawkins sings. "Ah. That's more my style personally, but sadly the audience isn't quite right for that one. Now best be on your way Hawkins, I can't have you stealing my job." She grins at him, continuing with her duties until the captain says otherwise.
A part of her is curious about the hold, but does not wish to face the people down there again. If she were discovered in disguise, the ramifications could be serious.
Darius takes the offered smoke, and nods a thanks to the man. "Good evening, Sir," he says, joshing the man on his acquisition of rank.
”Ahem! I prefer Your Grace,” David says with a stern look and a serious voice as he stands upright, placing his hands on his hips.
Then he bursts into a mirthful chuckle at his own display and flings himself back against the gunwale as Darius takes the smoke. With a wave of his hand he casts a quick spell and lights the end of his friend's cheroot.
At the comment on his post for the day, Darius smiles and replies, "Aye, and sounds like I had the best post of the day."
David nods as he blows two streams of smoke from his nostrils.
”Hell yeah you did; way up there gawking down at those smooth, swelling, slopes that rise up between all the bodices of these lovely lasses,” he says glancing at some of his companions on deck with a wry smile.
He nudges the man.
”Nothing like a bit of alliteration to brighten up an otherwise dull description,” he says with a relaxed grin.
When Hawkins asks if anything interesting had happened, he shakes his head and adds, "Not today, my friend. Seems you had all the excitement of the day."
David continues to smile, but it seems a bit forced.
”Yeah… exciting,” he says as he tries to stay cheerful, yet his eyes seem to be a bit more distant even though the his lips still try to maintain their smile.
”So, uh, you give any thoughts on what’d you want to do if you make it big out west?’ he asks, changing the subject.
Darius thinks a moment on Hawkins question before answering. "Ever since I discovered the freedom of a life at sea, I thought that was what I'd do till I died. But, the thought of a life of adventure on the Razor...has me thinking on other possibilities."
David nods thoughtfully, his left eye squinting as he blows a stream of smoke out of the left corner of his mouth.
”Other possibilities, eh? Like what? Come on, lad – don’t hold out on me, this sounds like a story with some promise to it,” he adds as he takes another draw from his smoke.
As David had finished his song he’s pleased to see that Astrianna applauds his efforts.
"Ah. That's more my style personally, but sadly the audience isn't quite right for that one. Now best be on your way Hawkins, I can't have you stealing my job."
His eyes widen in surprise at the comment.
”Oh really?” he says as he watches her with a little smile on his lips.
”So what exactly are you going to do about it if I do keep singing,” he asks, the smile still on his lips as his eyes suddenly sparkle with a devilish gleam.
His gaze slowly moves over her, studying the way her elven features cause her ears to taper with a shell-like translucence which was made all the more otherworldly in the lighting of the setting sun. His gaze flicks suddenly to the alabaster rise of her neck as he notices an errant strand of her dark locks escapes from the combs in her hair to dance over the smooth flesh.
He tips his forelock to her and smiles.
”Don’t worry Miss Sparacello... I’m not interested in making a play for your job...” he says letting the statement hang there, then he turns to go back to his duties.
Turning around and leaning on te rail with his elbows and back, Darius comments, "Hawkins, I believe there is no such thing as a dull description for such lovely specimens," taking a long, appreciative look at the topics of their conversation.
"Regarding what I might do, it's hard to say...kinda depends on what is available there. But the sky is the limit!"
Turning around and leaning on the rail with his elbows and back, Darius comments, "Hawkins, I believe there is no such thing as a dull description for such lovely specimens," taking a long, appreciative look at the topics of their conversation.
He smiles at Darius’s comment.
”Aye – sounds pretty reasonable to me,” he answers.
"Regarding what I might do, it's hard to say...kinda depends on what is available there. But the sky is the limit!"
David waves his hand and shakes his head impatiently.
”Now that’s a lot of hash,” he says to his friend, clapping him on his shoulder.
”The sky isn’t the limit by a long shot,” he says pointing to the clouds above.
”Look, what I mean is, alright, let me try it this way... So a couple of years back me and some lads were smuggling some poppy from Thuvia to some Cheliax nobleman – he was a basterd but he was too powerful to attack direct and his coin was good – anyway…”
”So we’re heading out of Thuvia and we pick up this lad, a ranger from back east out of Andora, right?”
”Anyhow, he tells us he wants to sign on and our skipper’s like – Sure, why the hell not? - you know? So when we go to ship out we find out the lad wants to bring his steed with us and we’re thinking – I don’t know about that… and what do you think he’s got?” he pauses for dramatic effect.
”It was a poxing griffon,” he says emphatically.
”So we take him with us and we’re sailing and we see this Thuvian dhow moving up after us trying to pinch our cargo… So she’s about two leagues alee of us and gaining on us on account of the haul we’re pulling."
"Then the ranger goes on the main deck where his griffon is snoozing under this big tarp and mounts up and then takes off from the ship and flies off into the sky and takes shots at the sailors from above, dropping some alchemist fire on their bloody sails and then moves back fast to our ship,” he says with a smile.
"Now how's that for a tale, eh?"
He takes another draw from his smoke and glances to Darius.
”Point is – if he can do it, we can do it… and that being said, the sky’s not the limit, you know?” he adds with a smile to his friend.
"Just saying - the only limit is our bloody ambition," he says with a relaxed sigh.
Darius listens to Hawkins' story. He then sighs and says, "Well, if you're gonna twist my arm about it," he nudges the man with his shoulder.
"Well, I may try an form up a new group of adventurers, see about finding us a lost fortune somewhere. Or I may take the coin we get from this haul and put me some sort of business together over there. Or maybe get me a ship of my own one day, and be my own Captain! Who knows!"
Darius listens to Hawkins' story. He then sighs and says, "Well, if you're gonna twist my arm about it," he nudges the man with his shoulder.
He laughs.
”I aim to please,” he says in response.
"Well, I may try an form up a new group of adventurers, see about finding us a lost fortune somewhere. Or I may take the coin we get from this haul and put me some sort of business together over there. Or maybe get me a ship of my own one day, and be my own Captain! Who knows!"
David looks at Darius.
”Ahh… that’s more like it,” he says appreciatively.
”So what’d you got in mind, some kind of guildhall or something – or maybe you just want to be a skipper?” he says with a merry voice.
He stares out to the sea and ponders things for a moment.
”Say, if you do get a ship you got anything in mind in particular? I mean - what, smuggling, privateering maybe – come on, what kind of work would you like to do?” he adds.
”Oh! And that reminds me - what kind of ship you like?” he says with real curiosity.
”I mean, you looking at a frigate or maybe a galleon? Now, if it was me, I was thinking of getting my hands on a bloody corvette… You ever seen one? She's a new class of ship by the way, out of Andoran – now she's not heavily armed or armored, but she’s damn fast – the last skipper I sailed with conned one of them; damn fine little ship,” he nods.
He studies Darius thoughtfully.
”You a decent pilot; or would you hire on one of them?” he asks, genuinely curious.
"Oh, I'd hire me up a fine crew. I ain't ever piloted a ship myself. And I'm not particularly attached to any particular type of ship, depends on what kind of crew I could put together. If I had me one or two of those griffon rider fellows, well, I'd wager a corvette would be perfect. What I'd do with it, well, that just depends where the coin purse is biggest and the life is easiest."
He takes a long draw on the smoke, then changes the subject, "Now, this here guildhall you mentioned...that might be an interesting idea...maybe if we could get some of the others in on the idea, perhaps we could buy us a nice building and put together a healthy business when we get to the Razor. What do you think?"
"Oh, I'd hire me up a fine crew. I ain't ever piloted a ship myself. And I'm not particularly attached to any particular type of ship, depends on what kind of crew I could put together. If I had me one or two of those griffon rider fellows, well, I'd wager a corvette would be perfect. What I'd do with it, well, that just depends where the coin purse is biggest and the life is easiest."
He looks at Darius as he takes another drag of the smoke and shakes his head.
”Nah… griffon riders on a corvette is a tight squeeze, I promise you that... A galleon would work a lot better for that,” he says with a nod.
”But a ‘Vette’s a good way to go for a small crew, though,” he says pulling out a thin journal from his satchel and flipping through it and handing over the pages to Darius.
”See? This is a copy of her lines here," he says.
Corvette
DESCRIPTION
This sailing ship is used for extremely fast ocean travel.
Colossal Water vehicle
Squares 60 (20 ft. by 65 ft.); Cost 12,000 gp
DEFENSE
AC 4; Hardness 5
hp 800 (400)
Base Save +0
OFFENSE
Maximum Speed 240 ft. (current)
Acceleration: 40 ft. (current)
Weapons: Up to 4 Large direct-fire siege engines in banks of 2 positioned on the port and starboard sides of the ship and one at the bow and stern. The siege engines may only fire out the sides of the ship they are positioned on. They cannot be swiveled to fire toward the forward or aft sides of the ship.
CMB +6; CMD 24
DRIVE
Propulsion current (air; two masts, 30 squares of sails, hp 150) or current (water)
Driving Check Profession (sailor) or Knowledge (nature) +10 to the DC
Forward Facing the ship’s forward
Driving Device: steering wheel
Driving Space the nine squares around the steering wheel, typically located in the aft of the ship
Crew: 8
Maximum Passengers: 20
LOAD
Decks 1
Cargo Up to 100 tons plus crew and passengers.
”If you compare her to a standard sailing ship, you’ll see the difference here, see?” he says.
He grins at Darius.
”She’s practically built for a small, tight crew, you know?” he says.
He takes a long draw on the smoke, then changes the subject, "Now, this here guildhall you mentioned...that might be an interesting idea...maybe if we could get some of the others in on the idea, perhaps we could buy us a nice building and put together a healthy business when we get to the Razor. What do you think?"
David scratches his chin thoughtfully.
”Well it depends…” he says after a moment.
”First thing we need to do is scout out the area and see what it needs, you know? You're talking about setting something up in the Razor, and I'm open to it, but what kind of business would you want to build? I mean the way I see it, before you plan a business you got to know what the people want…” he adds with a more serious tone.
”If you get something like that in motion it’s good to plan it from the get-go, though… I mean, if we were to get a real guildhall set up then I can tell you that I’d make sure we had at least someone in it who could cure a poxing plague,” he mutters with a dry voice.
Then he shakes his head and continues.
”And if we’re based inland we’d likely need have someone who knows how to grow crops and cultivate land; if we’re on the shore or an island we’ll need someone handy in careening ships and maybe doing work on docks and harbors… And that doesn’t count things like a proper line of defense if we ever plan on setting up something more than a bleeding little shack, you know?"
He pauses and thinks for a minute.
”Just saying – it takes more than a good sword arm to lead men into battle or a decent bit of wisdom to con a ship. The way I see it, if you’re planning on going one of those routes then now’s the time to plan on how you'd like to advance in your life, you know?” he says with a nod.
"Precisely why I said I'd have to wait to see when I get there," a sly grin creeps across his face as he nudges the Sawbones with his elbow, "Knew you'd come around to my line of thinking eventually, Hawkins. Ha!"
"Precisely why I said I'd have to wait to see when I get there," a sly grin creeps across his face as he nudges the Sawbones with his elbow, "Knew you'd come around to my line of thinking eventually, Hawkins. Ha!"
David looks at Darius and rolls his eyes.
”Oh balls,” he says with a snort then laughs out loud at Darius’s rebuttal.
He turns to look at the sunset again and then leans back and just stretches his long legs out in front of him then he looks at others working on the ship, his eyes lingering on certain members of the crew and he simply enjoys the view.
”Sometimes life is damn good,” he says taking another drag of the smoke and letting out an easy sigh.
Then he waits to see what other duties he’ll have to do before he can formally sack out for the night.
Having completed his work for the day, the elf finds a moment to catch Embrianna alone, He bows, My Rose, I wanted to see how you were doing. Putting live people to Sea is not a pleasant task. One that surely weighs on the soul. Are you ok?
The Captain tells Dirk before the night ends, "I want you and your crew to walk each deck at 4 bells. Listen for coughing...have the Bri put them to sleep and get them up to the officer's mess." He pauses. "We have two exceptionally dangerous and talented people on the lower deck in far aft cabins, leave them be." He lets that sink in. "I'm pretty certain the lady would make short work of your entire group." Eventually he shrugs, "She paid very well, besides her companion has offered some expensive assistance with dealing with this disease."
As David lounges against the gunwale next to Darius he sees the captain approaching and swings himself up to stand at attention.
"I want you and your crew to walk each deck at 4 bells. Listen for coughing...have the Bri put them to sleep and get them up to the officer's mess."
He nods briskly.
”Aye sir, it will be done,” he says.
David turns to Darius.
”Alright then, it sounds like we’ll need to fetch Sath, Embrianna, Astrianna and that magus,” he says to him as he takes another drag from his cheroot and tosses the stub over the side of the ship.
As the two men spread out and get the others David quickly explains to them that they’re required to go through the ship, seek out anyone who is coughing and bring them aloft to the impromptu “sick bay”.
”If there’s any resistance orders are to put the person in question asleep with magic so they don’t protest overmuch,” he says.
”There’s two important passengers below with guards – we’re not supposed to mess with them, they’re likely too dangerous to tackle anyhow,” he adds.
”Alright, you got your orders, let’s do this – quickly and quietly.”
Embrianna will go along with the others on their watches, escorting anyone showing signs of illness up to the officer's mess and using her hex if needed.
The elf smiles thinly at the dogged answer.
I would pray for them if I knew who to pray to. I was more concerned for you however, more than simply your beauty, which to be Frank is considerable, I have enjoyed what limited interactions we have had so far. You did not respond when I spoke to you in Elvish the other day, suffice to say I was offering my ear, should you feel the need to speak to someone who could understand your abilities. I have found it difficult to discuss the ins and out of what being a magic user is with someone who cannot do it. And I think you and I could have more common ground than just that.....I hears whispers, sometimes as if there is a very real an tangile presence with me. It is what grants me the ability to fly in a limited fashion and it promises more to come. You have something similar, I think. Mine goes so far as to act as a conscience of sorts, for without it I surely would have fallen into drunkenness by now. As it is as much as I enjoy life and vice, there is a quiet pull to not forget the values my parents tried so hard to instill in me. And right now the value at the forefront of my mind is Empathy. So my offer stands. An ear for your thoughts, of any nature should you have a mind.
With that the elf bows again, pauses, either waiting for her to speak or perhaps say something himself. If nothing is forthcoming he moves off.
Astrianna is woken by Hawkins at 4 bells to perform their scouting mission. The half-elf sighs as she gets up, rubbing underneath her eyes. "I could really use some coffee..." Which was followed by a yawn.
The bard straps on her gear and pulls her cloak close, the cool night air of the sea washing over her. "Not really in the mood for a fight... I'd rather be sleeping, honestly."
She splits off from the group and begins to skulk about the hold, listening for coughs among the sleepers.
You all find three other people coming down with symptoms that you are able to rustle up to the officer's mess. When you get to the mess there is grim looking man, with an exquisite cross bow slung under his him. "Is that all of them." Adriel you recognize this as the man with the dangerous looking lady.
The elf remembered the man, who did not appear to have spotted him that night, even though the woman surely had.
All that are currently showing any symptoms. If any more are sick it would be the very early stages. No more were coughing.
He steps forward of HIS Rose and Songbird, as he speaks as if to step forward as speaker, but it was really to put himself between an unknown threat and the women. He knew nothing about this man, but he kept dangerous company
The man doesn't bother for small talk, when he pulls out a scroll, "the cleansing power of the Abadar heals all." He has a scowl on his face when he concludes, there is energy that flows from him to one of the sick people. He Then repeats the spell twice without a scroll.
He then pulls out two flasks of a potion, "1000 gold for each of these potions...they remove disease." He is clearly taking advantage of the current situation.
Sath awakens and performs the watch at the 4th bell, as requested. He then advises Hawkins that he was going to go for a swim, leaping overboard as he summons the touch of ocean magic into his form to magnify his own swimming speed, allowing him to pace and leap alongside the ship, similar to a dolphin or small whale.
Astrianna eyes the grim looking man up, emerald orbs hovering on the crossbow for a moment. As he summons the power of his god to cleanse the infection from their bodies, his identity as a cleric of Abadar becomes clear.
The bard chuckles softly as he offers to sell the cure disease potions. She moves up to stand with Adriel, resting a hand on his arm to signal that he should relax.
He's charging around 25% more than what they usually go for... not that I have that kind of money right now.
"You are making a capital business decision, Cleric of Abadar, but personally I lack the affluence for that price. You might have better luck with your pitch to the merchants in the hold. I'm curious, do you have any more of those scrolls you used? We might convince the captain to purchase some, if he hasn't already."
The elf doesn't take his eyes off the cleric.
Ahh, an Addabarran. I suppose it makes sense the god of cities would send an emissary to unknown lands.
He dips a short bow but does not take his eyes from the man.
Unfortunately, the lovely Songbird speaks true. That much coin is beyond any single crew member here. Though I am not opposed to trading services, I doubt a cleric of your power would be interested in my humble magics or swordwork....
He speaks to his assembled mates, While the man stands here, I'll venture to put in my share of coin if we can summon enough between us all. As for you, Padre, would not your god favor FAIR price for the scrolls especially since we are en route to bring trade to the untamed Razor Coast aftet we make port? Commercial prosperity in new lands appeals to the god of cities, does it not?
Bri shrugs. "Given that none of us have shown any signs of illness so far, we are sure to hit port before any of us would die. I'm willing to wait and buy scrolls we can actually afford once we hit town and find a seller with a less captive clientele."
"I'm not going to an unknown land, I get off at the next port."He shrugs a the non-committal response regarding buying the potions. "Abadar favors merchants and wealth, he isn't called 'The Gold Fisted' for nothing. Pull your funds, whore yourself, I could careless, but I get off in the morning if you want these potions." He smirks at Bri, "Others will get sick."
As he exits the door, he turns, "Tell the captain that I expect my payment for helping those people before I get off." You get every sense that he just as soon let everyone die.
"Unless you are paying me to carry messages, you can tell him yourself."
Embrianna clearly does not care for the man.
After the man has left, Adriel tells the passengers to lie down and get some sleep.
The cleric had cured them and unless Sawbones had any objection it might be better for them to finish their night here.
We make port in the morning. Best be rested.
With that the elf turns to leave and return to his hammock.
The captain has had a few hard choices today. Unless you think he needs waking the message cam wait until morning. Ladies, I would be honored to escort you both to your cots, for there are many uncouth men aboard and more than one scoundrel.
He smiles and waits to see if any reply is forthcoming. If none he shrugs and heads to bed, much to the appreciation of the cranky familiar sitting on his shoulder.
Embrianna shrugs. "I haven't been using the cots, I been catching some sleep tucked out of the way on the deck. Especially with what's been going on, I feel better out in the open air."
With the Bri's comment the cleric simply nods and takes one of the two vials of cure disease and shatters it on the deck. "One less will be saved." He leaves joining a slim figure on the main deck, they head back to their cabin.
Adriel waits for the man to be gone, then turning to Embriana, Please don't do that again, Rose. Man's a cold hearted bastard who seems happy to let people die for an offense to pride, but I'd like to give the captain a chance for him to buy that remaining potion. That plan was not to stop more than a few hours and we may not even find an appropriate cleric in that time. We are on a ship for weeks and I only 3 I'd call friend at this point. I would like a cure available to save one if it comes to that. Now let me escourt you to your chosen plank of wood.
The elf smiles and offers his arm...
"Maybe we will finally have a bit of good luck and find one. After all, our luck can't stay bad, right?"
Bri will take his arm and allow him to walk her to where she is sleeping for the night.
Fortune is fickle, Rose, but at some point luck always sways your way.
He walks her to wherever the hell she wants. The elf dips a low bow as was his custom, remarking , Private spot, yet lonely. Good night My Rose. and heads to bed to gain whatever sleep may be left this night.
Once his swim is finished, Sath comes back aboard the boat and settles back down against one of the rails to nap until his services are needed again. He considers the day ahead of him- he knew that he would need to see a cleric to make sure he was not infected with the disease, as he had been in close proximity to those infected.
Shortly after retiring the call goes out "Land Ho, port ahead." the morning bell summoning all crew to their stations is rung. The Captain is with the pilot giving directions, while the first mate is busy giving orders with the sails. The ship has dropped some sails, and rest is quarter sails. The crew is scrambling getting ready. The cookie and team of crew are ready to restock the ship. The quartermaster and team are readying the tie down process.
Embrianna will help as needed with the docking process. When she gets a chance to talk to the captain. "How long will we have ashore to pick up new supplies? Mayhap we could find some scrolls to deal with sickness."
Darius had spent the patrol and exchange with the Abadaran in silence, the hours of time in the crows nest and lack of sleep finally catching up to him. When he finally had the chance to sleep, he did so quite deeply.
As the call of land is made, he gets up and quickly but securely dons his shirt, armor, and other accoutrements before taking his place among the crew.
Sath takes his place with the rest of the crew, helping as needed in the tie-down process. Once landed, he will attempt to find a priest to cast Remove Disease on him.
Seeing the other newcomer to the crew step up near him, Darius extends a hand his way, "Hey there, not had a chance to really get to know you. My name is Darius, I boarded the ship same day you did."
"Sath, Sath Saltblood- nice to make your acquaintance, I saw you were quite handy with your weapon when we were boarded."