Astri you see First Mate, Korg, and Boarding Mate, Jonah, at table. They have a couple ship mates with them. As far as the fiddler, he is finishing up right before the next match another undercard. The fiddler was good but you've heard better. A few folks toss some coppers and a silver piece in his case. He gathers it up and promptly places a bet.
The bard is surprised to hear Varion Drakemoore and Belok are fighting. "Oh. Hm... I don't know if I can bet on that match. I'm acquainted with both of them, I don't know if I can pick a side. You know Varion is undefeated, right?" She tells Bri, seeming torn about the prospect of betting on either one of them. "Also.. There's Korg, you know him. Jonah too, boarding mate ofQuell's Whore."
Astrianna sees her opportunity to take center stage. Who cares about two barnacle lickers from the docks kicking each other in the balls? I'll give these people something with spirit... fire.. Pele herself will erupt! The bard psyches herself up, and heads over to the stage. "Embri, I'm going to fiddle for a while, at least until everyone else gets here."
She occupies the stage and begins to unpack The Brightening, softly running her fingers over the polished darkwood. Shelyn bless this wood. It's going to need a Protection from Fire spell, at least.
The half-elf rosins up her bow and briefly tunes her strings, but finds she doesn't need to- the violin was still in tune from last night's performance at the Gullet.
Nothing can stop her. She begins to tap her foot, and the first note at the Skull is blazing hot, attempting to capture the attention of everyone in the room. Immediately Astrianna launches into a flurry blood-pumping music, her bow rapidly deteriorating at the god-like speeds. Her violin speaks to the crowd: The fight be damned. Dance.
Chell re-applies the gloves and mask to be sure not to get infected herself as she examines the first one to come aboard. She has the others stand back but asks them to be watchful.
If they don't act shifty, Chell takes each one onboard and looke them over with a physicians curiousity and healers gentle hand. She was right about the contagion. It looked like it would transfer through contact with the sores so she keeps the others away. Once identified, she pulls out the scrolls and reads through the divine words. The scroll turns to ash in her hand but the power remains. She reads the scrolls and places her hand on each man in turn. Healing mist washes over them and the boils recede and fade completely in the blink of an eye.
[ooc]I assume Remove Disease removes all traces of disease and we don't have to worry about the clothes, ship or dory. Otherwise Chell takes said procautions. I am not a nurse so I don't know what all those are.
When the man with the cat boards she asks him a few questions while she heals. "So you found the cat the last time you went to port? How did that happen?"
When all is said and done. "You are lucky we found you, in more than the obvious way. That disease was highly contagious. Did anyone else have similar symptoms to your own? Have you been to Port Shaw recently?"
The fiddle blazes and the crowd turns to watch just as the two contestants stepping up are being announced for the fight. Some of the crowd cheers but quite a few people are angry, and tankard of beer splashes near the bard as two large bouncer looking fellows step toward you. the crowd dies down.
You can see Jonah is face palming running his temples.
One of the bookies yells above the commotion. His voice amplified.
Chell concentrates on her spells removing all signs of disease from the men, her concentration was nearly snapped during the second casting as Twiggles leaps from under the dory bench onto the Vintage's side.
The cat's front claws desperately cling to the side of ship. It's back feet scrambling to gain a perch.
Sorrin steps within striking distance, drawing a scimitar. Reveal your true form or die!
The bedouin warrior prepares to repel the creature, protecting the ship.
Torgue gets ready to make cat pate.
"Pull it in the boat before you threaten it."
I don't think any of us want to be touching that cat.
"Everyone has to lose sometime Astri. With any luck, this will be Varion's day to do so."
Bri keeps an eye on Korg and his table. Never hurts to keep an eye on the next conquest.....
She just shakes her head at Astri getting told to stop fiddling.
The cat might be carrying the disease.
"Then I will get it." Before the creature can fall into the water Chell grabs it, with a gloved hand, by the scruff and gingerly brings it into the boat but does not release it. Just in case she keeps it in attack range of fighter and barbarian. "Grab a glove and hold on to it while I finish up," she says to Sorrin, holding the cat out.
Once they are done with the examinations she collects the cat yet again and gives it a once over to see if it might be the source of the disease.
If it isn't she then asks it a series of questions trying not to look as crazy as she feels. All of course, under the assumption it is like Zalen said, a familiar or stuck. Totally not crazy:
Can you understand me? If no stop. Look less crazy.
Are you a familiar?
Can you speak?
Whose?
Are you a person?
Are you trapped like this?
If all else fails. Dispel Magic.
Astrianna's bow stops on a note as the bouncers approach the stage. She opens her eyes and takes her chin off of the instrument with an impish smile. "My apologies. I hope you all enjoyed the preview." She gives a bow and gracefully hops from the stage to check her violin case for beer splashes. The bard certainly doesn't seem cowed, but doesn't put up a fight.
What ridiculous draconian rules! She inwardly fumes.
The man shakes his head, Keep it there, until you're done. Cleanse it, too.
Sorrin will take a swipe, if the cat's body tries to board the ship of its own power or otherwise.
Sorrin steps within striking distance, drawing a scimitar. Reveal your true form or die!
The bedouin warrior prepares to repel the creature, protecting the ship.
"He's 'fraid that's all. He's a good kat."
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Astrianna's bow stops on a note as the bouncers approach the stage. She opens her eyes and takes her chin off of the instrument with an impish smile. "My apologies. I hope you all enjoyed the preview." She gives a bow and gracefully hops from the stage to check her violin case for beer splashes. The bard certainly doesn't seem cowed, but doesn't put up a fight.
What ridiculous draconian rules! She inwardly fumes.
The rambunctious crowd settles down as the contestants are now introduced with the typical 3 minutes before the book closes. It makes sense why the the fiddling actually stops considering it is first and foremost a gambling and fighting den. The fiddling is to keep the crowd there between the lulls in action and to keep them drinking.
The fight begins and the two goons batter on one another for a a few rounds until one lands a skull crunching blow and knocks the other guy out.
As everyone argues about what to do with the scrawny cat, one pirate pleads to be gently that it is scared. the other pirates back away as the pandemonium of the scene develops. Chell huff and reaches over to grab the cat. In Chell's hand she gets a good look and figure out it is the source of the disease. But as you are examining it, it hisses and disappears.
Initiatives:
RD 1:
Cat
Sorrin
Chell
Torgue
RD 1: Cat
Tries to break the grab of Chell.
Chell's arm appears to wiggle and flap around wildly, it appears empty.
Astrianna packs up her fiddle and heads over to Embri, sighing. "Can you believe that? Ridiculous. Let's go sit with Jonah, even though I know he's going to badger me about it."
She heads over to the Quell's Whore table and waves off Jonah's inevitable assualt on her intelligence. "I know, I know, Jonah. I can't seem to come here without causing some kind of scandal. Who made up those stupid, draconian rules? I was on fire! Surely you heard it."
The half-elf huffs and sits down at their table, regardless of whether or not she was offered a chair. She greets Korg in Giant. Turning her head back to Jonah, she leans forward. "I'm mostly here to fiddle tonight. Want to have a song or two later? I have a few good ones in mind if you'd like to sing. Darcy's Donkey, Go Home Girl..."
Chell avoids following instinct and letting go as soon as the cat disappears. "What?" Which turns out to be the right move as it starts to flail about. "Stop...moving if you don't want to be dropped in the...water," she warns it, struggling to keep hold. Her hand is still dangerously close to the water. She attempts to get a better hold on the struggling feline to prevent just that.
"Sure, I do want to get to know them a bit better anyway." Bri follows Astri on over to the table. Though she waits to make sure they are welcome before she finds a chair.
It sort of whimpers as you smush it between your hand and arm and the ship's side rail. "Stop."
Astrianna packs up her fiddle and heads over to Embri, sighing. "Can you believe that? Ridiculous. Let's go sit with Jonah, even though I know he's going to badger me about it."
She heads over to the Quell's Whore table and waves off Jonah's inevitable assualt on her intelligence. "I know, I know, Jonah. I can't seem to come here without causing some kind of scandal. Who made up those stupid, draconian rules? I was on fire! Surely you heard it."
The half-elf huffs and sits down at their table, regardless of whether or not she was offered a chair. She greets Korg in Giant. Turning her head back to Jonah, she leans forward. "I'm mostly here to fiddle tonight. Want to have a song or two later? I have a few good ones in mind if you'd like to sing. Darcy's Donkey, Go Home Girl..."
He laughs, Yeah, you do have a knack for making a scene. How true that fiddle was blazing too bad you couldn't play more. Fiddling is only between fights, it keeps the crowd here drinking. That's why the other man stepped off stage. A song or two together sounds fun."
He grunts his hello back in giant. He's eying the fight.
"Then show yourself and explain what you are doing," Chell says, getting to eye level, and hopefully out of reach of claws.
Sorrin looms menacingly, They say there's more than one way...
"You leave me be, let me go and I show you. I give big guy 6 simple questions to be answered by the almighty." He is clearly referring to Torgue as the big guy. "Only he can ask."
Astrianna dramatically blows some hair out of her face, and nods. "I suppose it makes logical sense. Still, how could you sleep at night knowing you stopped such a beautiful melody...?"
She sighs and lounges back in her chair, smiling when he agrees to a song or two. "Great! I'll have to find that other fiddler and see if he wants in."
The bard glances over at the fight while she speaks. "How are things aboard the Quell's Whore? Sorry I haven't had a chance to visit yet, we have been quite busy. By the way, this is Embrianna, one of my companions." She gestures to the witch as she introduces her to the group.
Chell indeed lets go, surprised it is speaking and offering knowledge.
Needless to say, Torgue is wary. Talking cat on a boat with pirates with the shakes? Pffftt.
"Twiggles??? Where are you? You can talk?" The pirate that was attached to the scrawny cat asks dumbfound.
There is a plop on the deck as the cat lands on it's feet invisible.
"Do we have a deal?" the voice asks. "By the way, I detest milk." He scolds the pirate that cared for him.
"I...uh...can we ask at a later time?" Chell asks unsure of what is going on.
Bri nods to the group as Astri introduces here. "Yes, I am one of Astrianna's companions. Doomed to forever remain in the shadow of her greatness."
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"I...uh...can we ask at a later time?" Chell asks unsure of what is going on.
"No. I'll be gone." He groans, "But you did put me down, I'll still let you ask 6 simple questions, if you let me leave." He sniffs the air.
Bri nods to the group as Astri introduces here. "Yes, I am one of Astrianna's companions. Doomed to forever remain in the shadow of her greatness."
The minotaur's furs starts to strand up as he sniffs the air. He grunts a few times to Bri, then pours her a glass of mulled wine. He puts the bottle down when Jonah kicks it's leg and motions towards Astri. Korg shakes remembers to pour Astri a drink. He snorts.
Chell looks at the others confused. "What do we ask it?"
Bri smiles at the minotaur as she settles down in a chair and takes the offered glass of mulled wine. Well, I can't think of anything we've done to piss these fellows off, so I guess it's safe enough to say that this wine isn't poisoned.
"Thank you. Do you fellow have bets on any of the fighters tonight?"
Well um, we could ask about the Kraken stuff, about those people we are trying to check out I guess. Also something about the plantation?
"Unfortunately we can only ask yes or no questions and 'I don't know' could be an answer. I have one though. Are any of the missing priests of Quell still alive?"