"Alright. You heard the captain. Get up there," Darius says with a nod towards the foredeck. Once there, he finds some free rope and binds them securely before returning to the rest of the "new crew."
At Hawkin's compliment he says, "Was nothing really. Mostly had to improvise."
Seeing everyone fawning over the black haired beauty, Darius decides to give her some space, but does not care to appreciate her feminine form from a distance. As Astrianna passes him to go below, he says, "Where you going, songbird? The party is up here."
At Hawkin's compliment he says, "Was nothing really. Mostly had to improvise."
David nods.
”Well anyhow – point is, it was nice work,” he says with a nod, then pauses to study the man's weapon.
”It’s a beauty,” he adds as he looks at it carefully.
”You brace that thing against some cheap basterd trying to charge across a plank at you and he’d likely impale himself on it,” he says with a quick bark of laughter and moves past to the others, pausing to offer a snack to Adriel’s familiar, clearly enjoying the small animal.
As he waits to see if the beast will snack on the meat or not, he is startled by the presence of Astrianna sweeping by.
"Keep it up. You're doing a fantastic job feeding that lizard." The woman moves off below deck nonchalantly.
David watches her move off with a neutral expression and shrugs.
"Um… I guess," he says with a low voice.
He looks over at Embrianna and notices that she’s wounded a little.
"So you sure you're alright, then?" he asks her.
"Hmm? Me? Oh, I was. I've seen to it already. I don't usually like to make a big deal of it or anything, but I do have a small healing spell or two I can cast when needed. It wasn't a very deep wound anyway, the man just barely grazed me here on my arm."
Embrianna holds up her arm for inspection. Though there is still a bit of blood on it, the wound itself appears to have been healed.
His eyes widen.
"Damn! Here - let me take a look that, if you don't mind..." he says with a calm voice.
He takes her arm tenderly in his hands and slides the cloth up gently and pulls out a small cloth which he had steeped in boiling water earlier that day and dabs it softly as his fingers grip her arm gently, his eyes raising to look into hers.
"That doesn't sting, does it, lass?" he says to her as he studies her carefully.
Astrianna smiles at Darius as she passes him, but continues walking. "Oh, I'm just going to get a bit of rest. Been on deck all day, not much I can help with now. Oh, but you, your skills were a beautiful swath of death- a painter that left a menagerie of crimson streaks on the deck. Keep everyone safe up there." Incidentally, Astrianna never saw the man fight, or even do anything due to her focus lying on the elf and Embrianna the whole time.
The woman slips away below deck, sighing. Of course all the men want to play -now-. Well, they're not going anywhere. For now there are secrets to discover... Secrets worth a sloop full of soldiers...
As Dirk begins to tend to the arm, a small hissing noise comes from under Embrianna's hair. What looked like some sort of necklace appears to begin moving as a small snake that had been laying coiled around her neck appears to be deciding whether or not this strange man has permission to touch her mistress.
Embrianna doesn't seem to notice the hissing as she watches Dirk take her arm. "It doesn't sting nearly as much as it did when I got it. It really should be fine now."
"I thought it more of a dance to your song, and I must say, your voice surpasses the legends of all the heavenly choirs combined, m'lady. Have yourself a nice rest."
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Darius then joins the others gathered around the dark haired angel.
[b]"Well, now that the excitement is over, perhaps we can properly get to know one another. My name is Darius, feel free to call me Dar, for short. I am of Chelaxian birth, but I have no interest in the nonsense brewing there now, and sought to be rid of the place long ago. I thought I had succeeded, but fate brought me back, but fate fortunately led me to this ship and back to sea," he finishes his introduction by leaning back lightly against the rail of the ship, using his left elbow as support against it, his right cradling his glaive.
Embrianna doesn't seem to notice the hissing as she watches Dirk take her arm. "It doesn't sting nearly as much as it did when I got it. It really should be fine now."
Examining the place where the blood seemed thickest he observes that the wound had been sealed over. A cursory examination suggests that the healing was accelerated on a rate inconsistent with mundane means. His mind tacks back to her comments earlier below deck about a knowledge of healing and he wonders absently if she is a priestess.
The pieces fit – her wound’s likely healed with divine magic…
He looks at her intently, studying her eyes, his hand still resting gently on her arm.
A small hissing noise comes from under Embrianna's hair. What looked like some sort of necklace appears to begin moving as a small snake that had been laying coiled around her neck appears to be deciding whether or not this strange man has permission to touch her mistress.
He pauses and studies the “necklace”, his eyes widening.
”Whoa! Is that a snake around your neck? I thought that was an ankh…” he says with surprise.
”Say, you’re not from Osirion, are you?” he says studying her, then shakes his head as if dismissing the thought.
”Nah – you’re too fair of skin,” he muses softly to himself ”you look maybe northern…”
He looks up at her.
”Don’t mean to be so forward… so… what exactly is that?” he asks her about the serpent, changing the subject to where she came from to something less personal - like what exactly the snake may be.
"Well, now that the excitement is over, perhaps we can properly get to know one another. My name is Darius, feel free to call me Dar, for short. I am of Chelaxian birth, but I have no interest in the nonsense brewing there now, and sought to be rid of the place long ago. I thought I had succeeded, but fate brought me back, but fate fortunately led me to this ship and back to sea," he finishes his introduction by leaning back lightly against the rail of the ship, using his left elbow as support against it, his right cradling his glaive.
David turns from Embrianna with a bit of surprise.
"Ah! You're native..." he muses aloud.
"So any idea what those marines are up to, or why they wanted to attack?" he asks Darius as he continues to wait for Emrbrianna to answer him about the snake.
The elf sheathes his blade and sets about helping to bind the prisoners, saying no more other than to bow to the Songbird before she leaves. He had done enough boasting today.
To the inquisitive ranger, He is my familiar but I would not call him tame.
The little dino shrieks and snatches the food from the man's grasp, swallows it, then hisses. Simple bribery would not be enough to earn his friendship.
Darius shakes his head, "Not really. I've been gone for a couple years, and things can change quickly in political power plays."
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He is my familiar but I would not call him tame.
David glances at the elf.
"Never called him, tame," he says watching the creature hiss with a grin "but he is pretty feisty," he adds.
"What's his name?"
"Nice to meet you too Dar, I'm Embrianna, Bri for short. It was just bad luck that left me stranded in Cheliax and I am much happier to be back out at sea since I am a sailor by trade." Bri looks over at Dirk. " It's how I picked up this lovely little dear around my neck. She had stowed away in a crate of fruit from the M'wangi expanse. I had to save the poor thing from being cut in two when she slithered out onto the deck. I know most sailors go for parrots or monkeys, but I like to be different."
"As for what those folks wanted, who knows? Maybe they thought we had some wealthy people aboard fleeing the city and they thought it would be easy pickings?"
Darius shakes his head, "Not really. I've been gone for a couple years, and things can change quickly in political power plays."
David looks at Darius thoughtfully.
"Really, been gone a long while, sort of travelling around, huh?" he says slowly as he looks at the man's fine clothes and wealthy gear.
"And so you've been gone a while and then came home real recently... and now you're skipping town again right away after being gone so long... Well I guess that seems pretty reasonable," he says with a dry voice as he looks at the man thoughtfully.
"Trust me, Hawkins, I didn't want to come back. Captain of the ship I sailed with called the shots, though, and he was set on docking in Westcrown. I had no interest in staying in this stinking s%~~pile of a city any longer than I had to. Bad memories...". Darius looks back in the direction of the port as he finishes speaking.
When Embrianna speaks, he replies, "An honor, my dear. And such a lovely name, I wouldn't dare part with a single syllable. With what ship did you sail?"
" It's how I picked up this lovely little dear around my neck. She had stowed away in a crate of fruit from the M'wangi expanse. I had to save the poor thing from being cut in two when she slithered out onto the deck. I know most sailors go for parrots or monkeys, but I like to be different."
His eyes widen.
"Oh - it's a girl," he says with surprise.
"Well, sorry on that count... what's her name?" he says.
As he waits for an answer, he makes some casual small-talk.
"I had a buddy from out of M'wangi - a halfling... he was from Cheliax initially and sold as a slave to some basterd near Sargava, but made a run for it when he was young and a M'wangi shaman found him in the wilderness... Showed him the ways of magic..."
David's eyes grow a little dim.
"He was a good lad, but... but strange... he was a priest who revered the Fates... but he knew the way of ju ju... and other things" he mutters.
"He wasn't too fond of snakes, though... but that's a long story" he adds shaking his head and then looks up at Embrianna and grins, as if putting of some old memory.
"But anyhow... point is - what's her name?" he asks, peering at the little snake.
To Darius: "The Mermaid's Bounty was the last ship I was on and the reason that I got stranded. A whole cargo hold of fine silks and exotic furs ruined when we ran into a storm so bad it flooded the hold. The ship's owner went bankrupt and the whole crew ended up stranded in town, trying to find new ships to sail out on."
"Trust me, Hawkins, I didn't want to come back. Captain of the ship I sailed with called the shots, though, and he was set on docking in Westcrown. I had no interest in staying in this stinking s*+&pile of a city any longer than I had to. Bad memories...".
David studies Darius thoughtfully and pulls out a cheroot and lights up.
"Huh... bad memories, eh?" he says as he studies the man in front of him thoughtfully.
I wonder what kind of bad memories kept the guy from staying here... and what prompted him to want to dash out so soon...
David takes a long draw of the smoke as he regards Darius.
To Dirk: "Her name is Emmy, on account of being and emerald green viper. So, are you okay with people who know a bit of magic? I know how a lot of sailors can be a bit funny about such things.."
He is my familiar but I would not call him tame.David glances at the elf.
"Never called him, tame," he says watching the creature hiss with a grin "but he is pretty feisty," he adds.
"What's his name?"
Thrasher. Not very imaginative I know but when we first bonded I tried so many names and this was the only one he responds to. He's pridedful and aggressive and attacks pretty much anyone I'm fighting. I HAD bonded with him thinking an airborne spy to be useful but he prefers to be more direct and we haven't yet bonded enough for proper instruction
He hears the men getting to the captain's orders and decides to assist.
It would not do to erode his reputation with the men by not sharing the workload.
Excuse me, I should attend the prisoners.
He turns to Embrianna and tenderly takes a free hand and kisses his own and places it in her palm.
He walks away.
Come to me if you wish to remedy that, Rose
Thrasher. Not very imaginative I know but when we first bonded I tried so many names and this was the only one he responds to. He's pridedful and aggressive and attacks pretty much anyone I'm fighting. I HAD bonded with him thinking an airborne spy to be useful but he prefers to be more direct and we haven't yet bonded enough for proper instruction
David smiles as he takes a draw from the cheroot and turns back to Adriel as he waits for Darius.
”Thrasher – I like it,” he says.
”Your name’s like a dragon’s name,” he says with a serious voice as he looks at the little dinosaur.
Looking at the creature he says with complete seriousness –
”You fought well in the battle and I was honored to spill blood as your ally,” and nods at Thrasher.
"Her name is Emmy, on account of being and emerald green viper.”
David looks at the snake intently, studying her colors.
”That’s a pretty name for a pretty lady,” he says sincerely as he looks at the snake, watching Embrianna out of the corner of his eye.
”So, are you okay with people who know a bit of magic? I know how a lot of sailors can be a bit funny about such things.."
David takes a draw from the smoke and exhales from his nostrils as he studies her.
”Hell yeah! I got no worries with magic on a ship; it can be damn useful,” he says as he watches her.
Suddenly Adriel interjects.
Excuse me, I should attend the prisoners.
He turns to Embrianna and tenderly takes a free hand and kisses his own and places it in her palm.
He walks away.
David rolls his eyes at the elvish words, clearly understanding their meaning and not very impressed with them.
”Whatever,” he says with a shrug as he watches the magus move off.
He glances at her.
"I think he fancies you," he adds.
He stares at her eyes thoughtfully, his gaze flicking back and forth between her eyes.
He looks like he might say something, then shrugs, as if changing his mind and deciding on something else.
”You fancy a smoke?” he says offering her a cheroot.
As he waits for her to answer, he takes another draw, still curious to know what Darius had to offer.
"Listen, thanks for lending me a hand down below earlier when I was trying to get things squared away. I appreciate it," he says.
"You're handy in a fight - and for what it's worth, if anybody's got a problem with you using magic on this ship or any other, let me know and I'll give you a hand in teaching them some manners," he adds.
Embrianna glances at Adriel as he walks away. Damn shame I don't speak Elvish, I would have liked to know what it was he said. I guess he was offering to teach me, but I am a bit concerned his Thrasher might eat my Emmy or something...
Embrianna casts her gaze downward, seemingly a bit self-conscious about the prolonged eye contact.
"No thank you. That's not a habit I've ever picked up. Drinking and gambling are bad enough, I suppose I shouldn't add a third vice to the list."
"So, you a sailor too? How did you end up in Cheliax?" Sailing should be a safe enough topic to discuss, right? Hopefully he has no comments about my eyes..
"Huh... bad memories, eh?" he says as he studies the man in front of him thoughtfully.
I wonder what kind of bad memories kept the guy from staying here... and what prompted him to want to dash out so soon...
David takes a long draw of the smoke as he regards Darius.
Realizing that Hawkins was not going to give up on a simple hinting, Darius sighed and comtinued, "I suppose you want more than a cliffhanger. Fair enough. My full name is Darius Rotarion. My family has some minuscule influence in Egorian, having backed House Thrune and cashing in some favors. I realized I was in line for next to nothing of an inheritance, and since I didn't get along well with my old man, I set out to make my fortune as an adventurer."
He reaches into his pack and pulls out a mug, running his finger over the brim and mutters, "Wine." The cup quickly fills with sweet red wine with a strong bouquet of raspberries.
"First band I signed on with were little more than thugs. They worked as bounty hunters, but were quite 'liberal' in who they felt matched their quarries description and often demanded payment for their trouble from their victims, claiming it was their fault they wasted the group's time. I made good coin, and as long as we didn't have Hellknights on our asses, I could care less. But it wasn't the life I was after."
He takes a long sip from his cup and then continues, "So when my contract was up, I took my coin purse and gear, and formed up a group of equally eager souls and headed out after a ruin we had heard of in the Barrowood. The damn druids there claimed we were intruding on their land. Which was complete b%~%$!##, if I might say. We were well south of where their enclave was marked on our map. But they attacked us. Whittled us down one by one. I was the only one to make it out of that cursed forest alive, and even then I had a boar chasing me down. If it weren't for my trusty glaive here, my bones would be decoration on one of those tribal prick's armor, I'm sure of it."
He takes another drink and concludes, "So I made my way to Westcrown, got black out drunk, and woke up press ganged into service aboard the Moon Reaver. Again, it wasn't the most luxurious of work the Captain performed, but I took to sailing like a fish to water, and since then, I knew that it was the life for me."
David leans back and looks at Darius for a bit.
He nods a bit, but whatever it is he knows, or thinks he knows, of Darius and his history, for now he keeps it to himself.
”Damn, Sounds like you had a rough time of it,” he says slowly.
”Well – point is, you’re not with that son of a bich anymore, you’re here now with us.”
He takes a draw from his smoke.
”We fought together and bled together – so as of now I’m counting you as a mate… that said; I ain’t going to do nothing to piss you off – well, at least, not on purpose,” he says with a grin.
”But as long as we sail together I think we’ll get a long fine…” he adds.
He lifts up a cheroot.
”You care for a smoke?” he says.
”Sorry if these things ain’t your style – I picked this little habbit up when I was serving with Halflings back in the day… Those lads got the best smoke out there; that’s for damn sure,” he says with a grin.
”Anyhow – the point is – we’re mates now, so it’s all good. If anyone tries to mess with you, then that means he’s going to be messing with me,” he says reaching forward and clapping Darius on his arm.
”You fancy a smoke?” he says offering Embrianna a cheroot.
"No thank you. That's not a habit I've ever picked up. Drinking and gambling are bad enough, I suppose I shouldn't add a third vice to the list."
He cocks his eyebrow at her.
”Well... I reckon some vices aren’t too bad,” he says with a dry grin.
”But no worries,” he adds as he pockets the cheroot.
"So, you a sailor too? How did you end up in Cheliax?"
He shrugs.
”Aye – I’ve spent my time before the mast,” he says.
”I lost my folks when I was young and this priest kind of adopted me… Tried to make something of me and amend me of my roguish ways,” he adds with a sheepish grin.
”He’s a good man; but made me study all the time – I ended up going to an academy and learned all sorts of things – history, geography, religion, metaphysics, theocracy, arcane lore, you know – the usual…” he says, blowing another stream of smoke to the side.
”But I kind of wanted to do right by him, so I spent time studying medicine. I figured that no matter where you go, people always need someone to help if they’ve been banged up and all…”
”After a while I ended up serving a year or so with a privateer out of Varisia – he did some smuggling for a bit, small crew but good people… that’s where I met that Halfling priest I was telling you about earlier.”
”Well it was good work, but at one point they decided that they were going to do a run from Varisia down to Thuvia and I wasn’t too keen on heading that far east, so we parted ways at Cheliax."
"Work was kind of slow for a bit, so I ended up signing on with some Halfling freedom fighters; freedom fighters need their share of medics, too… Maybe more than others... Well, anyhow, I learned a bit of trapping and the like in the hills when we were doing some raids on Imperial slave caravans."
"Work was good for a while, and I felt like I was kind of making a difference, you know? Busting up slave caravans and freeing people from some basterd slave master sure beat the piss out of smuggling contraband out of Rahadoum up into Varisia…” he adds tapping the ash of the gunwale.
”Well, one thing led to another and the gang broke up as the Imp’s were getting too close, and we all kind of split up and went separate ways. I headed south to the coast and, well… now you know the rest of the story,” he adds with a grin.
He looks at her thoughtfully.
”Normally don’t talk so much about myself…” he says absently ”but something about you just makes me say that you know how to keep secrets… I'm not too bad at keeping secrets myself, by the way," he says glancing at her again, his gaze flicking to her eyes, then he glances toward the waves absently.
"Anyhow, my point is - you seem trusty is all,” he adds as he takes another draw of the smoke.
Darius gladly takes the offered smoke, finishing off his wine and returning the mug to his pack before starting to puff on it. He smokes in silence as he listens to the others talk.
Darius gladly takes the offered smoke, finishing off his wine and returning the mug to his pack before starting to puff on it. He smokes in silence as he listens to the others talk.
David watches him smoke and nods pleasantly at the man.
"Remind me later to show you what I took of them marines after I fixed up their wounds and all..." he says casually.
"I'm not much of an expert on heraldry and all that, but maybe you'll see some gear on them that's worthwhile?" he adds as he blows a stream of smoke into the distance.
The Capt listens to Sawbones and nods. "Clean and bind the wounds, if it's not life threatening let 'em sleep it off." He looks around for Henk. "Two rations of rum for all...give three to the wounded to help 'em sleep."
The crew is uplifted when Henk announces the rum rations for the evening. it is eagerly accepted by those that have sailed with the Captain. After another hour of sailing, the passengers are permitted to mingle on the main deck. Noticeably they are not provided rum rations.
Between the time the ship started to run and the present the passengers have gotten themselves settled, this was not immediately noticeable when you first began getting chased.
The Capt listens to Sawbones and nods. "Clean and bind the wounds, if it's not life threatening let 'em sleep it off." He looks around for Henk. "Two rations of rum for all...give three to the wounded to help 'em sleep."
David nods at the captain's orders.
"Aye, sir - it will be done," he says.
Adriel continues to help where he may, accepting a combination of awe and respect from those sailor's who'd put together that he was a Bladedancer. He knew nothing about sailing but knew respect was more easily given if you LIKE someone. So he helped carry things here, cast a Prestigiation there and allowed the curious to feed his familiar, making sure to warn them about watching their fingers.
Astri starts to look around the lower decks she scans the faces and notices mostly wealthy merchants but there are a couple nobles on your initial scan.
Lower Deck:
You see a patriarch of the Cemaine family, a lesser noble, that is fiercely loyal to the Julistarc family, who firmly entrenched with the Drovenge. His entourage
There also distant relative Mayor Arvanxi. She was a bit eclectic if you recall correctly.
There are several armed guards, including a spellcaster that taken up residence and guarding several cabins on the lower deck. Every other passager is giving wide birth to those room.
You need to keep snooping the hold to notice other nobility.
Gathering the gear form the dead and captured marines reveal the following items:
14 studded leather
14 msw short swords
14 daggers
7 light cross bows, 10 bolts each
7 throwing axes
14 CLW
2 Jump potions
231 GP, 297 SP, 390 CP
3 - diamond chips (17 GP each)
1 - pink pearl (50 gp)
Dirk initially spend time healing and binding wounds, several of the crew of Mother's Blessing are already fast at work gathering loot and stripping the men down. By the time, Dirk begins to search, it's pretty obvious that these "ordinary" merchants have system down. This makes sense any of you, but the non-sailors in the group, everyone has a job on ship and they have protocol. You do find that this lightly armored caravel crew handled themselves well against the navy.
(Everyone can make a sense motive check for hunch)
After the rum rations are poured some of the passengers make theri way to the main deck.
Embrianna will help Dirk follow the Captian's orders to tend to the wounded and assist in them getting their rations of rum.
"Well, this voyage has started off interesting. I wonder if things will quiet down as we sail farther out from Cheliax?"
When Adriel begins to cast prestigiation on teh splattered blood stains you earn a few slaps on the back. "Y'handy after a fight too!" The crew enjoy their rum but go about swabbing decks mending lines, working sails, and basically doing the necessary work on a ship. They seem rather annoyed when passengers walk interfere with their work, but they hold their tongues.
The sailor that slaps your back says to elf, "It w's darin', but the pays worth it on this one, y'goin' be pleaz'd, course Thrune ain't gonna be happy wit the result of th't fight".
You know this is not normal merchant crew, they've seen battle even though their ship has limited weapons. They are being paid well for what they are doing...the crew's share will be bountiful.
You figure these are privateers and they took a great risk fighting a navy vessel. Something precious or high paying is aboard. This ship is going to have a large bounty on it soon enough.
You know you caught that boarding party off guard, they had no casters and only limited troops to board. They were chasing something but not expecting the fierce battle.
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When Adriel begins to cast prestigiation on teh splattered blood stains you earn a few slaps on the back. "Y'handy after a fight too!" The crew enjoy their rum but go about swabbing decks mending lines, working sails, and basically doing the necessary work on a ship. They seem rather annoyed when passengers walk interfere with their work, but they hold their tongues.
The sailor that slaps your back says to elf, "It w's darin', but the pays worth it on this one, y'goin' be pleaz'd, course Thrune ain't gonna be happy wit the result of th't fight".
Adriel is not quite sure if there is anymore to the man's statement, but is no friend of Thrune so doesn't really care. EVERYBODY had an alterior motive.
He smiles evilly at the sailor, Thrune does not hold dominion out here friend, if that ship REALLY had any infernal backing they wouldn't have ran. The hardend crew of this ship are made of better stuff and more cunning by far
Astrianna purses her lips after her initial scan. I was hoping it would be easier than this, sneaking around those rooms in the back is a bit risky... Hm, Arvanxi may know something, but I haven't seen her in years..."
Pushing her hat back on her head and putting on her best smile, the half-elf approaches her fourth cousin, once-removed. "Arvanxi! Is that you? Goodness, I wasn't expecting to see any family here, how is everything?"
Astrianna engages in small-talk, mostly focusing on the woman and whatever far-reaching matters she's now involved in.
After being engaged in conversation for some time, Astrianna leans in closely, her voice a hush compared to the surrounding noise. "Did you see those guards and that spellcaster in the back? What do you think they're hiding back there?"
After things on the sip have calmed down and all the wounded have been tended to, Embrianna will ask for a moment of the Captain's time as he is walking about. "Excuse me sir, but I don't believe any of us have had a chance yet to ask about bunking arrangements for the voyage. This ship seems a mite crowded and I was wondering if it was a "just throw your blanket wherever you can" type of situation."
She looks up at you, not recognizing you at all, her eyes are puffy form crying. She is clearly upset. "Ruined...ruined that's what we are...he was always so..." She trials off.
When you mention the guards she shakes her head, apparently caught up in her own drama.
After things on the sip have calmed down and all the wounded have been tended to, Embrianna will ask for a moment of the Captain's time as he is walking about. "Excuse me sir, but I don't believe any of us have had a chance yet to ask about bunking arrangements for the voyage. This ship seems a mite crowded and I was wondering if it was a "just throw your blanket wherever you can" type of situation."
The captain is coming off the aft deck and at his cabin door on the main deck when Bri approaches. He has a stub of cigar in his mouth mostly chewed and without ember. 'Well bunking is problamatic...shift sleeping in crews quarters over there he points to door under the foredeck. Course the open air does hurt if it doesn't rain." he looks up to see if there are storm clouds. "Lots of passengers below."
He smiles, "Gather Eyes, Sawbones and those that came on board with you. Come to my cabin in 4 hours." He begins to open the door to his cabin.
Embrianna will nod and thank the cabin as she takes her leave. She will go around, hunting down all those that came aboard with her, repeating what the Captain said. Though it may take a while to track down Astri, Bri manages to do so before the 4 hours are up.
As Embrianna approaches the elf as he looks out over the water, he sweeps again into one of his trademark bows.
Ahh, My Rose has sought me out already, yet too soon for a discussion about stars. Has someone slighted you already my love? For surely he will lose the offending hand before the sun sets! Unless the considerable talents I witnessed earlier where more than up to the task. Or are you here to discuss something different? You simply WILLED your enemies to sleep in that fight, didn't you? You and I are more alike than you think. We are both more than our spells yes?
"The captain's cabin is a bit risky, my dearest Embrianna, but I'm not one to turn down a challenge," Darius replies, adding a wink to his jest before chuckling and adding, "I'll be there. I was wondering exactly when the captain would get around to handing out proper assignments."
Most of you don't know this:
I've added a few commoners, guards, and the noble guards on the map. the yellow is are the noble guards, the white is the spellcaster. they are clearly guarding a few cabins. there are many more people on the ship than what I've placed on the map. No need to over clutter the view.
Although two armed men, clearly not crew come to main deck for fresh air. They are milling around, not socializing but not stand-offish.
The actual crew of Mother's Blessing is actually cordial, they "seem" to get along from what you perceive and they are loyal to captain.