Sunny listens intently to Thurden and the Sailor's talking.
'Hmpf. Some might think me a coward fer bein' up here while a nekked elf be down there with the others,' Reijo thinks to himself while taking aim at one of the critters. Muttering under his breath, he retracts the bolt from his hand crossbow.
Were anyone looking up at him, the grimacing sailor appears to slowly slide back out of sight from atop a tall crate. A puff of smoke lingers for a moment in his wake...
...and once the newcomer locks the last of the creatures back up, "Fine thinkin' there, lassy," says the gravelly voice of a middle-aged man.
Out from the nearby shadows walks in a strong lean man, of some ten to fifteen years younger than he sounds. His motley attire of dark reds, blues, browns, and black, as well as his well-tanned skin, mark him a man of the seas. His handsome face, multiply scarred, evince a hard-lived life. Piercing blue eyes gaze through the haze of his billiard pipe, right into the soul.
"Unlike someone else's..." His menacing gaze meets the drunken sailor's through a puff of smoke from his pipe.
He swaggers past one of the cages, another belayin' pin in his hand. After double-checking that the new "locks" are expressly non-metallic, and also firmly in place, he twirls his pin up in the air, letting it thud on the wooden floor.
He continues to enjoy his pipe with a frown, gazing intensely at the drunken sailor as he answers Thurden's questions.
Shaedeen silently stews as she waits for the sailor's inevitable excuses. It crosses her mind that the timing of the rust monsters noticing the metal locks securing their cages is...off. Surely they'd have broken loose earlier in the voyage.
"Well isn't that the strangest thing to keep on board a ship." Viktorra says, revealing a much more civilized accent than her relatively disheveled appearance would indicate.
She reaches a gloved hand out towards Shaedeen, taking hers and shaking it firmly.
"Name's Viktorra. Sea Banshee's blessing upon you. Are you all alright?"
Under intense questioning, the sailor seems to be what he looks like; a guy who took a shift watching the cages for possible escapes. (He said he was one of three who take watches down here.) Which is what actually happened.
SHIP LOCATIONS
6. Main Hold and Galley
7. Crew's Cabin
(*)
10. Forward Cargo Hold
You are currently located at number 9, the Cargo Hold.
Shaedeen shakes Viktorra's hand, obviously still a bit embarrassed by her failed flying-whatever move off the top of the crate pile. "I'm good. That move wasn't pretty, but I rolled with the rough landing."
Fed up with a distinct lack of answers from the man, Thurden presses on to the forward hold.
Sunny offers Viktorra a bright smile before offering a jaunty wave of her hand and skipping, scampering off after her friend Thuden.
(^_^)
"An' what do ye do around here?" Reijo says to Viktorra with a suspicious grimace as they begin their trek to the cargo hold. His eyes look her up and down. "Bosun?"
Undogging the forward hatchway, you open it and press through.
The Throaty Mermaid’s forward cargo hold is full of barrels, large crates, and burlap sacks. The room smells of a mix of wet animals and a heady perfume, and a nest of tattered rags and straw lies crammed in the prow of the ship. The soft chuckle of flowing water is heard just beyond the barrier of the hull here as the ship cuts through the waves.
There are no other hatchways or lockers from this hold.
Shaedeen presses onward, although the lack of clues is getting discouraging. In the forward hold, she tries something different: Rather than examine the cargo there, she tries to look at the bigger picture around her, hoping for a revelation. Instead, she likely finds an infestation. Rapier drawn, the young rogue moves up to a pile of rags and straw near the prow and pokes it lightly.
"Come out with your hands--or paws--up!"
Suny does her best not to take up too much space within the even narrower confines within the ship's prow. As Shaedeen makes her call Sunny peers around in the gloom.
Thurden is drawn to the crates. The first few provide nothing of any notice but he comes to a loose lid.
"I think someone's been down here doing a little shopping.' Thurden pries open the crate to get an idea of it's remaining contents.
"Aye," he concurs with Thurden.
His eyes shift towards the prow. "A stowaway, perhaps. Or..."
Axe and cutlass are slowly drawn as the motley sailor creeps up towards the narrowing fore of the ship. He halts near Shaedeen, ready to pounce at the slightest indication of a threat.
As more of her freinds move into the confined space Sunny wiggles more towards the aft, the better for their skills/abilites to sort out the mess of the place.
*Thurden is got good seein' in'a dark...?* She thinks to herself, frowning a little. She knew her feind was freindly and fluffy. What other abilites Thurden held, she wasn't so sure.
*Now, were it them Hob-bits or were it them Drwefs wut where seein' ina' dark....?* She peers around Reijo still frowning.
*Thurden in't that much different from t'others....Rilly...* She absently scratches at one of her long, delicately pointed ears...
Abruptly, a screaming figure popped up out of the pile, throwing a pile of old smelly rags at Shaedeen and Reijo!
Shaedeen spotted the movement in time to duck, but Reijo is caught by the throw and his head and blade fouled by the filthy rags for the moment.
The figure is then swinging up a crossbow...
Round 1______________
Players take their turn in order of posting, enemies will go last.
Reijo starts fouled with filthy rags, Move Act and Dex check DC15 to clear.
With a small chant a a wave of his hands, the temperature around Thurden alters slightly and a thick mist begins pouring from his body>
'Allright, whiskers, drop the bow. We ain't here about stowaways.'
Shaedeen steps up and stabs at the figure to make sure it gets 'the point' of Thurden's order.
"Next stab goes through your heart!" she lies.
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Reijo gives Thurden a sharp momentary glare. Because he beat him to the perfect nickname for the whiskered rapscallion.
'Bloody be dead soon enough anyways...'
He then feels reassured.
As Reijo turns to face the creature, everything goes dark! The sounds of muffled cussing and pirate slang fill every ear for the next several seconds as he fumbles with the filthy rags. Eventually, he gets the last one off and angrily tosses it to the floor.
"Bloody ratscallion!"
He steps forward in a threatening manner with both weapons raised once again. In spite of his anger, he grins to himself.
'Ha! Even better name for'em, methinks.'
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Shaedeen missed her attack.
The rat like figure pulled up a crossbow and fired point blank! (So close that Shaedeen gets an AoO).
Reijo finally clears the clump of rags thrown in his face.
for a possible piercing damage.
Round 1________________________________
Players take their turn in order of posting, enemies will go last.
Sunny scampers up the crates and wriggles along their topsin the space between there and the ceiling.
*SPUNG*
"Here? Whut's that then?"
Shaedeen jabs at the ratman with the pointy end of her rapier.
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With a low bestial grumble, Reijo steps in to unleash a vicious pair of slashing swings at the "stowaway."
*wiggles closer*
Thurden listens as the mists roil around him for sounds of surrender. Hearing instead his companions grunting and slashing at their foe Thruden breathes a heavy sigh. 'You barnacles have to give 'em a chance to surrender. Acting all impulsive and you ruin a perfectly good display of magic!' The dwarf is clearly too irate to act.
As you miss each attack, the creature fights back, managing to scratch Shaedeen for 1hp. Then almost by accident, Reijos handaxe slams into its ribs, even causing it to bleed!
Even though the wound starts healing immediately, the creature falls to its knees crying for mercy and cowering back against the bulkhead. It scrabbles at the soft wood of the hull, but there is no place to go with you in front.
The creature falls to its knees crying for mercy and cowering back against the bulkhead.
"Oh noes!" Sunny exclaims at the poor critter's pitiful cries as she scrabbles dwon off the craes the better to try and protect the wounded critter.
Trying her best to wriggle ner naturally tanned brown self past Shaedeen.
Reijo's ready to keep swinging axe and blade. On seeing the creature cowering, he holds his position. But with weapons still drawn, he's ready to strike in a split second, if necessary.
Without taking his eyes off the ratlike stowaway, he grunts back at Thurden in a sarcastic tone, "Methinks it ain't surrenderin' if it be shootin' bloody bolts at me."
After spitting on the ground, "DROP IT, Ratty!" Reijo eyeballs its drawn crossbow. "Lest ye be wanting ANOTHER rib busted... or worse."
Taking notice of the healing wound, he raises a brow, but says nothing yet.
When Sunny tries to wriggle in, he sharply warns her, "AFTER he drops it, Saucy."
Noticing Shaedeen's scratch, "Ye alright, Kitty?"
Thurden begins to angrily wave away the mist, which begins to dissipate. 'Oh, I heard you lot swinging away at the wretched thing first. Gotta give it the first shot, it's only sporting.'
Reijo does a double take when he looks back to find Thurden waving away a thick mist that wasn't there when he entered the room. Having filthy rags thrown over his head at the time of casting, both of his eyes have been preoccupied with the ratscallion since.
"Bloody hells, matey. No more beans n' barnacles stew fer ye..."
'You should see me on cabbage and broccoli!' Thurden guffaws, striding forward to assess the rat-man. 'And just who in the Hells are you?'
"That sounds like a threat," Reijo smirks.
Turning to the ratscallion, "Best ye stop yer quiverin' and start speakin, Ratty, before he starts castin' his cabbagy magic on ye!"
Shaedeen gives Reiko a glare, apparently not caring for the nickname he's given her. "Yeah, fine--I'm tougher than I look."
Taking note of Reijo's words Sunny does her best to help Shaedeen who's also been hurt in the scuffle.
"Ye needs ta' wash it. Keep it clean an' dry.... Or soak it fer a good long while in'a ocean. Salt water does wonders fer lil scratches an' tha like." Sunny pats Shaedeen's side carefully,
"Though it stings fer a bit."
"Here? Whut sort'a peopls has we found? They's all furry, like..." She looks at Thurden, then back to the person they've discovered.
"Hmpf. Hope Ratty ain't one o'them disease-bearin' critter-folk?"
Reijo's severe gaze stares first at the ratscallion. His head turns to look at Shae's scratch with extreme suspicion.
"Are ye, Ratty?" he demands to know.
The human-hybrid thing flinched and cried for mercy at Sunny's touch; like it was on fire.
The rat creature cowered against the bulkhead as far away from you as possible.
"Snig is clean! Very clean masters!" It whimpered.
From the smell of things, it's pretty clear that is not the case.
Reijo just hopes he didn't catch anything from the laundry thrown over him...
Sunny is concerned for poor Shaedeen's bleeding face. Offering to quickly scamper off and get something, anythng to help.
Though at the new person's words she does offer 'Him'(?) a bright and freindly smile.
"Hey-YA there! Me name be 'Sunny' in'a speakin' of tha' peoples." She offers her usual, bright greeting.
(^_^)
Snig promptly hugs Sunny hard around the knees.
"Snig is sorry! Please don't hurt Snig mistress!" He snivels while weeping piteously.
Shaedeen sees Reijo's worried look and tastes her own blood as it slides into her mouth from the wound. Realizing that perhaps the gash is a bit worse than first expected, the young rogue does her best to wash it out and apply pressure to stop the bleeding.
Snig promptly hugs Sunny hard around the knees.
"Snig is sorry! Please don't hurt Snig mistress!" He snivels while weeping piteously.
"Eeep!"
Sunny exclaims as she's 'Glomped' by the new person.
"Here, that's okeys." She reaches down and pats the person on thier head.
"But me mate' Shaedeen's been scraped an' needs seein' to." Sunny tries to hobble alittle out of the way... Posibly dragging Snig with her. The better for Shaedeen to get to where she can better take care of herself.
"What can ye tell me an' me mates about these boxes, then?" Sunny asks Snig.
As a way to distract them fomr their current plight.