Cap'n Olmek's Skull & Shackles

Game Master Olmek

Reinald notes the abundance of drink and the absece of food. "We need some chow, or we will hit the table before the end of the song." He flags a barmaid again. "We are getting a might hungry. Bring us something we can all grab a piece at the table." He turns back to those at the table. "Now then there has to be a few tales at this table woth hearing, I know that our varana friend was just speaking of his lands. Seems any easy way to get to know each other over a bite and a nip."

Grinning with amusement at Sunny's, well, sunny disposition, Alina tries to impersonate a sloppy human mouth trying to speak delicate elvish words, "Leerdelean alloaen delneertha!" Knowing it sounds like gibberish, she laughs at her own joke.

Looking at the new acquaintances, Alina simply nods and gestures to a chair. "Yes, it seems that we are magnets set to each other in this sea of thû

While she speaks her eyes scan the gathered folks, looking for clues such as weathered skin, rough hands, soft features of easy living. It would be good to know what type of folks I am here with

For her part, Alina is dressed in an odd assortment of fashions; a Chelish officers coat in dark blue with silver buttons, loose trousers tucked in to knee high black boots. Her hair, the color of ripe wheat is braided into two long braids that drape off of her neck and most of the way down her back. She wears black gloves of soft calfskin, folded back over before her sleeve's cuffs. Wrapped around her shoulders is a Varisian scarf of bright yellow silk with fanciful whorls of green and gold. Her sash, worn over her mail shirt is of the same material. The only distinctly Elvish thing she is wearing is a set of silver waterfall rings tied into one of her braids.

I hope that helps paint her bit better ;)

thanks Eloise I was trying to figure if Reinald thought you were just friendly or if in his jaded veiw figured the cheese cake attire to be bait.

Reinald responds to Alina's question, "Reinald Malcoms. Please to meet you."

Sunny laughs brightly at Alina's jest. (^_^)

Sunny is wearing a simple faded canvas shirt which might have all of four or five buttons holding it together. And a simple faded canvas skirt, though the skirt is also some larger man's shirt she's got wrapped around her waist. Paragon of fashion, Sunny is not. :P

Okay I think I started something accidentally. I am sorry. Eloise until this morning had only the krunch of her character up and just a devilish Betty Boop style picture of her character. I was kind holding back on my interaction with her because I was trying to figure out if she literally was dressed like the picture or if after she had put up the equipment list was dressed as she described or the cheesecake picture. Most everyone else has a description that has not stumped me. No slam on Eloise she was working on her character and wanted to get in on the rp. I just wanted to respond to her in character which for Reinald a tiefling sailor would be seen differently than eye candy. I was just confused. I do thank those who have brought up more of their description because it certainly can show personality. Just wanted to be clear that I was not going to be the description police. LOL

Reinald misses the exchange between the two elves. ”I am from Taldor originally though I would not suffer to call it home. To much social climbing and bureaucratic intrigues. My father was a sailor and I followed in his wake. Though I think he sees gold more clearly than blood. My land is known though for music, commerce and while it is an empire in sharp decline at times in the past continent spanning armies of conquest. It is an all but dead empire now. If will fall apart like Galt or be taken by Cheliax if they do not fix things. Which they won’t.” There is a touch of sadness in his sarcastic bitterness. Perhaps disillusioned would be the word. ”Surely someone has news of a brighter land.”

Pari is surprised to find that her quiet little table is getting vastly crowded, frowning at her half drunken bottle of rum and the few cups left there. She takes another gulp directly from it, smirking a bit at Reinald.

"Maybe some of us want to drop to the floor - did you think of that?" The cleric asked, already flush from the few drinks she had consumed. "You should loosen yourself up a little - here, finish this bottle, and I'll pay for the next one!" She tells him, handing it over.

Sunny smiles to every one else who's present, but bides her time in responding directly to any one. (Except Alina, 'cause they's at least gots a common language.)(^_~)

Ajani listens to Eloise's sorry of her origins with interest, about to question her further when another group invites them over. At the tiefling's request, the vanara smiles and nods.

"Why not? The more the merrier, yes?" he answers. With that, he follows Eloise to the table where the others have gathered.

When they reach the others, Ajani finds an empty chair somewhere in the place and offers it to the tiefling woman.

Krul jumps back as the halfling starts to cast magic on him.. "Foul Jadwiga magic! Don't be casting none of that my way! No offense I just don't care much for it.. Especially from those i just met.. Come lets go see whats up with that table.." Getting up from the bar he walks over..

"Did i just hear something about drinking yourself to a stupor? Im down for some of that!" Looking to Reinald.. "Slide over fancy boy.. I'll buy the next round!" As he sits the chair groans at his weight. "Did i hear something about Taldan.. Sailed through there once.. Decent place.. I'm from Varisia originally, but I've been in The Shackles for quite some time now.."

You guys can tell he's into his 2nd bottle as he continues.. "I was born Axe Clan! Shadde-Quah as it called in my native tongue.. Fierce sea warriors..." He trails off and takes a drink.. Staring at the bottle for a moment before looking back up.. "What was I talking about?"

Sorry if he comes off as an ass.. He kinda is one.. Upside is he's a loyal friend and an awesome meat shield

Having nearly grown bored with the big man, Bramzit follows Krul over to the ladies ever growing table. Seeing the exorbitantly large number of people crowding into the one table, Bramzit drags over another one to allow the group a bit more space. "Hope you don't mind us joining you, but well, you're the only interesting ones here."

Reinald smirks back at Pari, ”Loosen up ?” His eyes roll up. ”I took my hat off again, as if this bunch of jack tars would worry about my manners.” He takes her bottle and pulls a drink. ”I’ll take my lashings.” He jests back playfully. ”Though I think we have a bottle, a round of beers and some eats coming.” He makes eye contact with the maid who brings over another bottle of rum and the beers Eloise ordered. She whispers something to Reinald. ”That sounds find maybe some bread to sop the sauce.” He turns to regard Pari again, ”More rum as promised and curry goat will be out in a few. The bar maid says is the cook’s specialty. Who am I drinking with I’ve missed your name in the hussle and bussle? Perhaps you could share of your lands.”

Good Lord we will all die of alcohol poisoning another round!!!

Reinald shifts over. "Fancy?" Smirking back at Krul, "Only compared to some. But there are few here that would turn down more drink. We have some curry goat coming out too. Never been north of the arch myself."

Asses don't buy rounds.

Seeing the halfling's suggestion, "The Halfling has a point the food is coming too." He rises and shifts around a few feet, helps the server pass plates around. "If your going to buy the next round Axe Clan we need to finish this one." He pours a health amount of rum in an empty bear mug. He shuffles around and sits next to Pari. "So loosen up you suggest. I am here to learn. He called me fancy."

"My name? Parivesa Alohawahu," She replies to him, pausing as she wrinkles her nose at the barbarian, taking a seat and crowding the already overcrowded table. She'd invited just a couple of people, but now there was more than half a dozen. Pari was starting to feel out of her comfort zone.

"If you'll excuse me, I think that this table's already out of room," She states, standing up on her wooden leg and reaching out to grab the new bottle of rum. Walking away and stumbling a bit, her balance off from the drink, she uncorks the new beverage and takes a healthy swig, before heading over to the stage and smiling at the gnome singer, before singing along with her.

"What shall we do with a drunken sailor,
What shall we do with a drunken sailor,
What shall we do with a drunken sailor,
Early in the morning?

Scrape the hair off his chest with a hoop-iron razor,
Scrape the hair off his chest with a hoop-iron razor,
Scrape the hair off his chest with a hoop-iron razor,
Early in the morning.

Give 'im a taste of the bosun's rope-end,
Give 'im a taste of the bosun's rope-end,
Give 'im a taste of the bosun's rope-end,
Early in the morning!

Tie him to the taffrail when she's yardarm under,
Tie him to the taffrail when she's yardarm under,
Tie him to the taffrail when she's yardarm under,
Early in the morning..."

Perform Sing: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19

Bramzit cheers along with the group as Parivesa sings, I've always been a fan of the lines "Throw him into bed with the Captain's daughter" and one for the ladies, "Flip him over and ride him sideways." The second isn't something I'd sing, though I have heard a few old sailors go that way. he says laughing and invariably sloshing a bit of drink across the table.

That's why we got the extra table. . . That did not go well. He grabs a hunk of meat and calls down to Krul, "Axe Clan we'll need that next round now." He enjoys the music.

Looking down at the Halfling, "Now you got to be careful with the captain's daughter. She can sting."

Sunny listens intently, tapping her feet and clapping her hands along in time to the tune. (^_^)

To Brazmit, "Here! Dun't be sloshin' tha' rum. Ye'll be sorer for when t'is gone." She admonishes the halfling fellow.

"I has a tale...The 'Swift Wraith'." And she leans forward to tell her story.

Unlike the others, Ajani doesn't swig or swill or quaff his drink, instead drinking slowly, preferring to avoid getting drunk as a sot. He listens,captivated by the songs and tales of those around him. Habitually, he reaches up to adjust his worn leather hat.

Reinald listens to Sunny's story, "Now that would be a sight to see."

Alina applauds Pari's singing, laughing at the poor drunkard that is so clearly getting the short end of his crewmate's humor. Enjoying her drink and her meal as best she can, "Reinie, are you sure this is goat and not some poor drunken sailor's missing hand?"

(^_^) Sunny smiles happily that her tale has been well received.

Appearance information is in the profile, for those aptly curious!

The brisk air of the night combined with the mist of the sea made Port Peril a marvel of its own delight. Lights of lanterns swaying in the wind, shadows in every alley, and a new offer around every corner - that was the life that Thorn had made out for himself. Opportunities were everywhere as a mercenary - you just had to see them before they saw you, after all. It'd helped he was quick with a sword and just as fast with some wit, and he'd carry both as he made his way through the streets to the Formidably Maid.

As he entered, he adjusted the hat upon his brow, and wore a sly smile as he placed boot upon each plank, and slowly stepped towards the central counter. Sliding a gold coin from his coat's pocket, he'd clear his throat to gain the bartender's attention. As he spoke, his voice was filled with bold confidence.

"Evenin'. I'll be placing a tab 'ere, so let's start with one of your usual, eh?"

Thorn ran a glove into his hair to scratch at an itch, and took his time to look at the crowd about him. Eyeing the table, where so many varied walks of life are crowded, just brought a smile to his face - such good will around here, far different than expected.

"Memories swim in currents strange / be they many or they few, / But like the tide itself is arrange / they always return to you," he mumbles to himself, and takes the first drink of his fresh mug.

Sunny turns at this new comers arrival to the tables, her smile not diminishing. Though she speaks to Alina,

"Here? Did ye say where t'was ye were from? I thin I missed it in all tha' noise..." She asks.

Also, is late as I post this and I have truly forgotten if Alina has given such background. Sowwie... :(

I do know a song, but I have no real voice. Well, trot it out girl, it's not like they will ever notice you less.

Here's a cautionary song. Please join in and help me out on the chorus at least." She smiles to the pub at large and to the people at the table especially. "It's called Barrad's Privateers"

My apologies to Stan Rogers

Perform: Singing, unskilled 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Eloise looks as though she is aware that she isn't singing well. The booze has had its effect and the room is moving far more than the sea ever has, but she continues on gamely until the song ends when she slumps back into her chair.

Rum bad. Trees pretty.

Krul finshes off his drink, slams it down and looks glazy-eyed towards the bar.. "Bartender! Another round on me!" While he waits he reaches out and tears a leg off and starts to chew on it.. "Dont taste like human to me! AHahhahaha, just kidding.."

Turning he claps for Pari's song.. "Keep that up and you'll fire up a Hoe Down up in here.."

Listening to Sunnies story.. "Sounds similiar to a different story I heard once.. Ships name was The Harlet Queen, but the rest of the story is close.. Probably some truth in both of em.."

Answering Sunny, Alina says, "I am from Kyonin. I have spent some months 'board ships, and that has left me docked here in Port Peril." Changing the subject, the archer says, "More interesting is where we are going, or even where are we now?" She raises her eyebrow as if expecting a response. However, the poor tiefling's horrid rendition of a ballad gains her attention. [i]The devil girl is fearless if not talented![i] Alina finds the thread of rythym and begins clapping along, and joins in the chorus as well,
"I was told we'd cruise the seas for Chelaxian gold
We'd fire no guns-shed no tears
Now I'm a broken man on a Eleder pier
The last of Barrad's Privateers."

When Eloise finishes her song, Alina applauds and smiles politely at the slightly embarassed Tiefling. "Marvelous!" Raising a toast, she adds, "To courage."

As the group has begun telling stories and singing tales, this plays right into Bramzit's wheelhouse, given his showman background. "I'd like a turn. This is a song I originally heard from a friend of mine, Van Canto. It seems fitting given my Varisian heritage, and the frequent turn over of its rulers." Muttering a few arcane words, Bramzit uses prestidigitation to have little figures act out the song while he sings.

Perform: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

Reginald listens enjoying the various songs. He lifts a glass with Alina's toast, "To Courage"

He listens to Bram's performance he nudges those next to him, "The Halfling knows his stuff."

Reginald calls to the gnome who seems to be enjoying a break. " Do you know the Randy Dandy." He tosses her a gold and stands on his chair and clears his throat and begins a hearty carousing song. Fuelled by liquor and previous inspiration he give it his all.

perform sing: 1d20 ⇒ 20

Actual Song

Eloise applauds enthusiastically. "That was excellent!"

Reginald takes a seat. "Thamk you, must be the rum. Its just an old shanty we sang on my first ship."

Applauding the Taldan's song Alina wonders if she should try her voice. The devil girl did it! What can happen, I make a fool of myself with a crowd of drunks? Ah, no. Grace is my sister's gift. Better to enjoy these other songs. Even for her thoughts Alina maintains a smiling face, working to ignore her family's call.

To the Halfling, "Please dear troubadour, another!"

Krul sets back and enjoys the songs/stories.. Some better than others.. "Well it seems I have came to drink at an Opera House this evening.. Execellent show for a freebie!"

Noting the jovial renditions that seem to place themselves accordingly among those at the one, grand table, Thorn chuckles and steps over towards them, giving them a half-bow as he approaches.

"Fair weather and good meetin's to you all. 'Ave room for another, or shall I make myself scarce, and leave the fun to the lot o' you?" he states, wearing a fine smile to present himself with. He does take another swig of his mug, in patience. He does adjust his hat, and nearly forgets to remove it appropriately.

Laughing and cheering the others, yet being careful NOT to spill anymore rum, Bramzit looks up at the newcomer, "Bah, more the merrierier. Pull up a sheet" he says, as the liquor begins to play keep away with his wits. "Alright, if ye want anosher." he says as he stands on the chair.

Perform: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12

While clearly not the best performance of the evening, the fact that Bramzit makes it through with the words close to correct impresses himself if nothing else.

Reinald pounds the table along with Alina's suggedtion, "Yes"

He looks to the newcomer, "Mores the meerier."

Ajani nods in agreement with the sentiments expressed by the others at the newcomer's arrival. "As the saying goes, it shall be more fun than a barrel of monkies." he says, a slight grin crossing his face; it's clear that he deliberately made the reference to his race in an attempt at humor.

"Unfortunately, I have no tales of personal experience out on the open seas. I've only just begun exploring beyond home looking for one particular pirate captain by the name of Saladeen. Speaking of which, I don't suppose any of you have heard of him, have you?"

knowledge local: 1d20 ⇒ 3

Reginald thinks a moment, "Can't say I have his name sounds Osiri or perhaps Katapesh. Are you sure your in the right ocean? What drives you to seek him?"

Eloise listens to Ajani's question, thinks, then answers, picking out her words very carefully and deliberately.

"I'm not sure I've heard of him. If he's a pirate, he's not likely to frequent the chandleries and such that honest captains do. You might want to search out some fences. They might be able to steer you to him."

Eloise then closes her eyes. She looks dead asleep, then wakes up and gazes wildly around the room.

Ajani frowns slightly, nodding as the first two respond to him in a negative. "When I was a child, he saved my life. Plucked me from the angry sea. It is because of him I seek to become a sailor of the seas." he responds.

Noticing Eloise startling and looking about the room in confusion, he quirks his head to the side. "You alright?"

Thorn easily grasps a chair, and slides it over, placing himself across from the majority of the women at the table subconsciously. He sets his mug on the table, and scoots in to join the others, adjusting his coat - and then sliding his arms out to rest comfortably, his brooch now plainly visible. It bears a symbol of Andoran, in bold blues and glorious golds.

The jests and good nature were seeming to fade, though, as the tones became serious. He almost felt he should alleviate some of these.

"Now, while I know nothin' of this captain you speak of, I've sailed with others, an' 'eard many tales of bravery an' courage. I could see if any of 'em line up for you, my friend."

Reinald sees Eloise snap awake, "I think tonights festivites are about to take its first victim. The rum always wins."

"Rum? No more for me, thanks. I'm fine, really, just a lil fuzzled, foozled, fubbled..."

Eloise slumps back again.

You know, it's occurred to me that getting to the slurring part of drunk with like 7 days left in recruitment means either I don't post much and pass out, or spend the next 7 days shlurring everyshing.

Oh, no worries. Your friendly neighborhood DM may close recruitment earlier than that, all considered.

Ajani chuckles quietly at Eloise's reaction to his questioning, his eyes moving from her to the others that are beginning to slur their speech. It made him glad he had simply been sipping on his alcohol since he'd arrived rather than downing it in large quantities. Not that he faulted them for having their good time, of course.

"Maybe I should have the waitress bring out some coffee?"

Poking Eloise in the ribs, Alina says, "You can't be all bad. After all everyone knows 'evil never sleeps'.

Noting the state of the woman who looked about to keel over, he just frowned. He had a solution, though. Sifting through some cords at his belt, he withdrew a waterskin, and gently tossed it towards her stomach.

"Oughta drink some o' that while you can. If you're not too careful, you'll find your rum movin' back up the pipes, and I'm sure we'd all like to see you keep it down."

Having said his piece, there, he does look to the simian with a smirk, and it's only confirmed by the presented snark of the elf. He finds himself warmed by the company, indeed, and just raises his mug to drink again.

Bramzit sees all the attention Eloise is getting from her liquored up antics and bounces between jealousy and trying to wiggle in next to her for some potential drunken antics of his own. Deciding that there are far too many sober people around to let them hook up, he takes a few more drinks of his rum, drowning his libido in booze. "You know, Yoush all should be*hick*ee having shimmer funsss. Heehee, I shound like a shnake, ssssss!"

"I'm not evil. I'm just drawn that way..." Eloise stirs, and places the waterskin between her head and the back of the chair.

If you listen closely you could swear she is snoring.

OK Jessica Rabbit ;)

Reinald leans over to Eloise and whispers, "This isn't the place to nap, have some water from that pillow and try to eat."