I shrug at his look, and say nothing but "Aye, sir," then grab the mop and get to work.
= Strength Check
Perception
nature
Falls, to the ground, I guess?
Can i do this?
DC 15 acrobatics check:
Damage: Non-lethal Lethal:
I feel like something terrible happens here? That's 6 lethal out of my 7 hp, and 5 non-lethal which knocks me out, i think... I'm sadly uncertian here, and dont' really want to die from a 30ft fall...
Climbes again
Snag
Still snagged
Almost...
...There...
VICTORY!!!!!!
Rain: Mr. Plugg eyes you appreciatively up and down before sending you up into the heights to do mainsail work. This is hard backbreaking work raising and lowering the mainsail while up 30 feet in the rigging.
Perception 1d20+4
nature 1d20+2 DC 10Climb checks
1d20-2
1d20-2
1d20-2
1d20-2 Falls, to the ground, I guess?
DC 15 acrobatics check:
1d20+2
Damage: Non-lethal 1d6 Lethal: 2d6Climbes again
1d20-2
1d20-2Snag
1d20-2Still snagged
1d20-2
1d20-2
1d20-2
1d20-2Almost...
1d20-2...There...
1d20-2
1d20-2VICTORY!!!!!!
Oh, if that's the case, then awesome! Either way i'll spoiler it for a record of the fail...
Please don't kill me?
Seijiro goes where he's told and mutters under his breath in Minkaian as he does so. When he gets to where the other two were already waiting he gives them both a little half smile and a nod. Switching to common he speaks softly.
"Name's Seijiro... 'Jiro is fine... nice ta meetcha both.
Seijiro does what he's asked through the day, putting just enough effort into the work so he's not caught failing at any task. He's limber and proves agile at being a runner, but doesn't put so much effort into it that he shows the others up.
When he has time, he'll try to strike up conversations with the human woman and the gnome. "Neither of you look like you belong on a ship, especially this one... how came you to be here and how long have you been aboard?"
I hope the woman is as friendly as she looks... the gnome just looks... well.. haughty. I hope perhaps he's more relaxed than he looks. How does he expect to get along on such a vessel, especially dressed better than the captain?
As swabbing decks is no difficult task (with the exception of the manual labor, which is not overly pleasant) my mind is at least free to think clearly.
I look at the man with the cutlass and blue scarf.
"Greetings sir - what is your name?" I ask him as I swab the deck; a rather dull and mundane task, but whatever - it will pass the time as I learn what I must.
Sko: You are led down into the galley by one of the crew and shoved in without another word. The galley is an absolute mess of disorder and chaos. You see what looks to be some sort of fish stew bubbling away in a large pot. The smells actually aren't terrible wafting from it. The cramped and chaotic kitchen holds two wooden worktables, several wooden cupboards, and two small stoves against the port wall, as well as virtually every cooking utensil imaginable and a frightening array of meat cleavers. A score of chickens and three goats wander freely throughout the
chamber. The kitchen is a madness of dirt, food, and knives. The crewman with you shouts at what looks like a pile of rags in a corner curled up with a black chicken that crows at you menacingly. A bleary bloodshot eye opens up and the mound of rags forms itself into a slovenly looking man with a scraggly growth of beard. He wears an apron so stained you can't tell what color it is. Who's this? he slurs drunkenly, looking at you expectantly.
Jsut want GM confirmation on what happened with the climb before i start doing other stuff. Was i hauled up, or fell, or something?
Jsut want GM confirmation on what happened with the climb before i start doing other stuff. Was i hauled up, or fell, or something?
Look again I just put it up. Going to bed now. Night all and GREAT job today!
Seijiro makes a concerted effort during the day to befriend the foppish gnome. He engages him in conversation whenever circumstances allow, tells him a little of his own story of how he ended up on this ship, and asks him about his own tale.
He doesn't ignore the woman, being friendly and open to her as well, simply focuses his attentions on the gnome more for the day.
Come night-time, Seijiro will try to scrounge up some equipment or goods he can use since his own stuff is all missing... Rummaging through lockers or bags or whatever is around, making sure no one is around while he does this.
1. I will use my time while swabbing to attempt to "Influence" the man I am talking to - I assume getting to know him, and impressing him with whatever it is I need to impress him with - I would be more detailed, but I don't know what to talk him about, as I don't know him. Even so - whatever it is I need to do, just let me know.
2. As the DC to swab was a STR check of 10 - and I got a 16 - I believe I would succeed at the "task" of both my work and allow me the chance to "influence" the man. I will write up a quick ret-con RP on that tomorrow when I get home form work. But I don't know his name, or details - how do I influence him specifically - and what manner do you recommend I use to go about it? I.E. - rolling or social RP?
3. During the evening we are given the chance to influence the crew again or search the ship. I will not waste too much time with that "Search" - rather, I will go right to where I saw my "medkit" and claim it, as I saw it laying on a heap in the lower end of the ship's hold. Would that count as a "Search"? That will determine other actions I would make.
That said - if all that involves is me picking it up - I would generally prefer looking for the rest of my gear - most importantly (I suppose) would be my pistol and powder/shot. This would involve a "sneak check" - but I have hunch that would be in the ship's weapon locker. For now - I won't go for it yet - preferring a chance to "influence a crew member". In the night time I would like to influence the Halfling I read about (sorry for reading a spoiler).
Also specifically do I need to do to influence her, or the other guy? I will socially RP it when I get home tomorrow - but if I need a roll a specific skill to influence either person - please let me know, and I will do it.
Thank you - and again - sorry for all the questions, this is a new style of gaming for me, and I just want to be sure I get things correct.
I'm going to take a gander at how this thing works
Con
Action for the day - Influence an NPC: Human female with Besmara's Emblem.
Diplomacy
After his lashing, Dhaavan and the others are gathered with the Woman and the Gnome. Seeing an honest smile, the young man picks his mark. I'm in dire need of friends here, and if that's a holy symbol, this woman may be an invaluable ally. He puts on his sociable face and walks over, smarting badly from the lashing. "Well, 'hoy there. That an unhostile face I see? Pardon me skepticism but's a bit too welcome a sight at the moment for me to really believe." He cranes his back with the pain of the lash, wincing, but honestly trying not to make too big a deal or play it up. "Name's Dhaavan, from up north. This li'l fellow 'll be Jack. What might yor name be? he asks extending a hand to her to clasp in a friendly handshake.
At some point, Dhaavan brings up her amulet.
"So that's a right pretty piece you got there. Yea just one of the many what's superstitious or 's it more'n jest a g'luck charm?"
Dhaavan and the woman get on very well. he has the presence of mind not to outright attack Besmara as he sometimes would, but is honest that he's felt the hand of the goddes his whole like, and she has been less than gentle. He's in the Shackles cause he's finally given up fighting her will, and instead surrendered completely and came to the closest capital of hers he could think up before getting press-ganged.
He asks her about herself, her life, etc. gaining ehr trust with surprising ease, expertly using his sad story of being abandoned by his family, leaving out the more sordid details, to gain sympathy. By the end of the day, she is left with the impression that Dhaavan has had a hard life, but not been left incorrigibly bitter about it and is a pretty good sport about it all, even as he becomes increasingly exhausted as the day progresses, like a total whimp!
The frail boy manages to keep his feet, performing all tasks assigned to him, not overly impressively, but passable. Already in a bad spot for not climbing the rigging himself, he gets extra work, and tougher tasks that push his body to it's limits. By the end of the day he is unable to run, work, and jsut wants to pass out!
Rain simply nods her head at Mister Plugg and climbs, hoisting herself via the rigging to work on the mainsail. Mister Plugg obviously wanted to see what she was made of and how easy it could be to break her. Well, we'll see, Mister Plugg. We'll see.
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First he yells at us to climb up to the crows nest. Next he yells at us to climb down. Then before we have a chance to answer his questions about cooking he answers for us. This guy must be an idiot. At least he had the decency to keep me out of the galley so I could get some fresh air from time to time. Now if I could just get him to stop leering at Rain things would be ok.
These thoughts run through Variel's head as he makes his way to the sails. Following the directions that were given to him, he is surprised to see a Halfling lass already hard at work mending the sails. Figuring it would make the day go quicker, Variel attempts to chat with the lady. My name is Variel, what is your name? It seems that we at to be working together for the day. Any tips on or tricks that you know that would make life a bit easier on a new 'recruit'?
Influence the halfling,
Watching her work and following her lead, Variel is able to complete the task well enough but had some difficulty during the day.
Mending sails
The square sail was the lowest and largest on the mainmast and Rain had to work efficiently to furl and release it upon order from Mister Plugg. She kept her feet firmly placed on the spars, hoping to avoid falling from slipping on the wet, wooden timbers. The work was hard, especially already weakened from dehydration and lack of food, but Rain persevered and managed to do the job commanded without too much grumbling, although the heavy lifting, pulling and balancing did strain her back and arm muscles. She wiped the sweat off her forehead. If permitted, I shall sleep well tonight. Like one of the dead, she muses aloft. Ah, Pirate Queen, what have you gotten me into...
If there are any original crew members assisting with the other sails (on the foremast and mizzenmast), she will try to engage them in conversation after her work is done and Plugg is satisfied (as much as he can be, that is). One day I will wipe that leer off his foul face.
"I am Rain. Pray, what is your name? How long have you been aboard the Wormwood and have you worked on the mainsail before? Any tricks to allow me to work more efficiently so Mister Plugg is pleased with my performance?" Rain really didn't give a rat's a%#e what Plugg thought but disclosing that to his crew would not aid her at this point, especially if word got back to him. She had to play it cool and learn as much as she could about the ship and its miserable occupants.
I wonder if I will have the chance to speak to my tavern companions later tonight. I hope they are faring well, especially Dhaavan who copped a harsh lash stroke for not pleasing that bastard Plugg. I need to speak with Variel ... and Flynn. I will try, tonight. I wish I had my weapons and gear!
Let me know if I missed anyone.
Valeros moves quickly as he takes his assignment, trying to avoid angering the men with the whips and lashes. Runner, sir. Aye!
Valeros found the task fairly easy, moving quickly across the ship while dodging the other crew members and slipping through the ropes and gear. He could only hope his time on the ship would be this easy going forward.
At one point during the day, Valeros stops at a water bucket to try to quench his thirst, his skin already drying under the warm sun. He approaches one of the crew he had never met before, trying to find out what kind of ship he had ended up on. Scourge and Plugg are quite the pair. You been on the Wormwood long, what do I have to worry about on this ship?
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Nice to meet you Rosie. Fiddle you say. Does anyone else play an instrument on this ship? I could use some music to lift my spirits and set me feet to dancing. What is the quartermasters name by chance? What do you know of the quartermaster? Any way you know of that I could talk to him or her and possibly get that back?
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"So, Mr. Fishgut sir, my name is Sko and I've been told to help you. I must say, the smell of that fish isn't half bad; I didn't think that a ship like this would have a real cook on it. A nice surprise."
At the mention of an extra rum ration Sko tries not to grimace. Apart from mead, he can't stand alcohol, and the thought of drinking that swill is enough to turn his stomache.
"You know, sir, my head still feels a little light from when I was brought on board and the rolling of the ship isn't helping. Why don't you take my rum rations for the next few days? I don't think I could keep it down.
"So, what's this ship and the Captain really like anyways?"
In lieu of his extra action, Sko will stay and talk with Fishgut more and make sure he understands whatever organizational chaos Fishgut uses to manage the kitchen. Should the Captain or one of his cronies ask where food is, he wants to make sure he knows where to get it.
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Constitution Check
Diplomacy Check with Cog
”Greetings sir – I am Flynn, and I’ve been assigned to you to assist in scrubbing the decks,” I say to the man, hoping that he will be willing to open up to me during the course of our work.
Nice to meet you Rosie. Fiddle you say. Does anyone else play an instrument on this ship? I could use some music to lift my spirits and set me feet to dancing. What is the quartermasters name by chance? What do you know of the quartermaster? Any way you know of that I could talk to him or her and possibly get that back?
Rosie looks at you over the canvas and says Nice te meet ye as well elf. Ye sure got a lot of f%!*ing questions. No one that I know of plays an instrument so there be not much in the way of good music. The Quartermaster's a hard b!!*~ of a half-orc girl goes by the name Cut-throat Grok. She's a nice enough sort once ye get on her good side. If you can get me fiddle back...well I'd be f%!~ing appreciative as hells and happier than a pig in s!+@.
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In lieu of his extra action, Sko will stay and talk with Fishgut more and make sure he understands whatever organizational chaos Fishgut uses to manage the kitchen. Should the Captain or one of his cronies ask where food is, he wants to make sure he knows where to get it.
Fishguts takes to you pretty quickly but when you offer him the rum he looks around quick and says Don't do that lad. That's six lashes for sellin or tradin yer rum ration. I had a little saved away that won't be missed but suit yourself. I'd be careful tonight when everyone gets their ration though. They watch ye like a hawk to make sure it goes down. It keeps the crew nice and docile so they say and keeps the crew from being able to think too clear. That's why I love the stuff. He looks around to make sure no one is listening...the room is empty...before saying It’s poison, this ship, but don’t let anyone hear you say it aloud. The hull listens, see, and the cap’n hears it all. Poison the Wormwood is, though, rotten to the core. You’ll not meet a more nasty, sour piece of work than Cap’n Harrigan in all your days at sea, and his crew’s the same, ’specially the first mate, Mr. Plugg. Vicious little sod, he is. He’d take his own mother’s liver to the butcher to make pies with, he would. But they leave me alone, mostly. They know I can’t ’arm ’em. With that he goes back to drinking and talking about his exploits in the kitchen the bedroom of which half his tales MIGHT be true.
”Greetings sir – I am Flynn, and I’ve been assigned to you to assist in scrubbing the decks,” I say to the man, hoping that he will be willing to open up to me during the course of our work.
Cog responds mostly in grunts and noncommittal noises until you mention going to get water at which point he whispers sharply They got runners fer that man. Are you trying to get lashed? By Pharasma! He takes a deep breath as you see his neck started to get red and swell when he got angry. Perhaps that might be why you heard one of the other swabs call him "Crimson" Cog. A little piece of advice. Stick to your job on this here tub. That's why I actually volunteered for this boat. They may be a bit harsh but from what I heard they get the job done. We'll see though. When you mention the man tarred and feathered he laughs and says Oh you mean Plugg's pet Owlbear? He didn't do nothing but exist from what I can tell. Lads were having a bit of fun. He's not all there upstairs if you know what I mean. Damn good fighter though when Plugg pushes him to it. You can tell out of that whole conversation the part that excited Cog the most was the mention of fighting. He didn't seem to care much at Owlbears treatment but he doesn't appear to have been in on the act.
Hmmm...
As it seems unlikely that I am able to leave the main deck, then it seems I will not be able to go below to claim my kit. Perhaps I can at a later time - though I do not know when, or how.
"Thank you for the book. That one's not mine, but I'll get it to whoever it belongs to. Now, this li'l guy here," he says hefting his component pouch, "Is a bit o' a godsend. So my profound thanks, Sandara." He is very grateful.
He also asked about her connection to Besmara, prompted by the symbol she has.
Sandara smiles and says Well what I got away with and what you get away with might be two different things hon. See Scourge didn't want you and might kill you if you raised a hand to him. I suppose he let me slide because he wanted me and didn't want to be seen killin a woman o'er slappin him. I'd suggest to your recruit friends to keep their heads down when it comes to the officers.
Her eyes sparkle a bit and she laughs Oh don't worry your pretty head none. I was happy to help. We need to stick together if we are to survive the Cap'n, Scourge, and Plugg.
When you mention her symbol she says Oh that?!? Me and the Pirate Queen got an understanding. At which point she winks at you suggestively.
"I'm called Rain. It is good to meet you, Ratline." Rain wonders about the three missing fingers and anger floods her turquoise eyes making them gleam brighter than before. If Plugg had ordered that to be done to the long-armed halfling ... Rain wouldn't voice, even to herself, what she would do to the bastard. She enjoyed Ratline's company amid the grueling work among the rigging and sails. "You are good at this work and in the elven tongue. May I ask, what exactly happened to the rigger before me?"
I'm going to have to drink enough of this slop to maintain appearances. I wonder if the others know about this; maybe I can get word to them this evening before the rations are passed out.
Well - with little to do now except menial chit-chat with this Cog fellow, except for the few moments in which I can take a breath during my work, I let my mind tack course.
This is a discipline I learned as a young boy at temple - when given hard labor or duty that is unpleasant, "Though thy flesh may be shackled - thy mind is yet free, and thy spirit with it" - a mantra I learned in those studies from the priests at the temple, and my mother.
Very well...
Since talking has afforded me nothing but the opporutnity to adjust Cog's opinion of me slightly - since the work has left me worn out and rather weak and likely too tired to do anything productive this evening but converse a while with my fellow crew mates - and since it seems unlikely that there is nothing practical that I am able to do in the meanwhile until the next day comes, and I am forced to endure the same conditions and situation - what else is there?
It seems that, for now - I am, and must be, resolved to use what free faculties I have to consider things. If I am unable to speak with the other crew members, if I am left too tired to do naught but sleep tonight, until tomorrow when I may try again - except for a few moments of chatting with my comrades at evening meal - I can, at the least, plan my next action.
With that in mind, I will at least attempt to observe my surroundings more fully.
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Nice to meet you Rosie. Fiddle you say. Does anyone else play an instrument on this ship? I could use some music to lift my spirits and set me feet to dancing. What is the quartermasters name by chance? What do you know of the quartermaster? Any way you know of that I could talk to him or her and possibly get that back?Rosie looks at you over the canvas and says Nice te meet ye as well elf. Ye sure got a lot of f++$ing questions. No one that I know of plays an instrument so there be not much in the way of good music. The Quartermaster's a hard b&++& of a half-orc girl goes by the name Cut-throat Grok. She's a nice enough sort once ye get on her good side. If you can get me fiddle back...well I'd be f$+#ing appreciative as hells and happier than a pig in s!+#.
Well Rosie, it would be remiss of me not to inquire about your fiddle. I need to ask about my gear as well. Seems it all vanished after I got volunteered to join this crew. I will talk to Grok tonight and see about that fiddle and my journal and my necklace. Do you think Grok would be better approached with a sad story or an invitation to dance if you got your fiddle back?
Need to find out if she has my pendant. That, my spell book, and a weapon of any type and I will be right as Rain.
Thirst was becoming a problem but she pushes through it as best as she can. To be surrounded by so much salt water and yet no fresh water to drink? The gods seemed to be mocking her. Gozreh, I yearn for fresh rain to wash away this ache.
Upon hearing Ratline speak of the previous rigger's fate, Rain pauses to ensure she is safely secured upon the spar, in case the evil Captain Barnabas Harrigan decides to see how graceful she truly is on her feet. Ah that poor man, left to drown or be eaten. The Pirate Queen took him unto her bosom. So, the crew were dispensable to the great Captain of the Wormwood. I best keep that in mind. In the reflection, Rain felt a pang of some emotion thinking of her tavern companions and what misery the Master Scourge was placing upon them. I wish I knew they were alright.
Tying the knots and ensuring they are proper, Rain looks up into Ratline's rugged and rough face and gives him a small smile.
I watch Cog continue to work - and I continually watch the sun overhead. The two of us make small talk from time to time...
Surely this cannot go on forever...
Yet the heat, the work, and the lack of excitement begin to wear on me. I long for, if not the chance to walk the decks or land free - to at least have some action!
Someone mentioned dinner, even as I glance around me. Perhaps dinner will be served soon, though I do not know. Perhaps, when dinner occurs, something else may develop.
For now, I shall simply be forced to keep my eyes open, and my ears; perhaps I may learn something useful or interesting.
Well Rosie, it would be remiss of me not to inquire about your fiddle. I need to ask about my gear as well. Seems it all vanished after I got volunteered to join this crew. I will talk to Grok tonight and see about that fiddle and my journal and my necklace. Do you think Grok would be better approached with a sad story or an invitation to dance if you got your fiddle back?
Need to find out if she has my pendant. That, my spell book, and a weapon of any type and I will be right as Rain.
Rosie barks a laugh before saying That c!!$?!? Dance?!? Now that would be a sight. Nah you see Grok be a superstitious wench she is. That might be the best way to approach her I'm thinking. Me though, I'd take an axe to her and be done with it but that'd look bad...me killin the quartermaster and all.
Thirst was becoming a problem but she pushes through it as best as she can. To be surrounded by so much salt water and yet no fresh water to drink? The gods seemed to be mocking her. Gozreh, I yearn for fresh rain to wash away this ache.
Upon hearing Ratline speak of the previous rigger's fate, Rain pauses to ensure she is safely secured upon the spar, in case the evil Captain Barnabas Harrigan decides to see how graceful she truly is on her feet. Ah that poor man, left to drown or be eaten. The Pirate Queen took him unto her bosom. So, the crew were dispensable to the great Captain of the Wormwood. I best keep that in mind. In the reflection, Rain felt a pang of some emotion thinking of her tavern companions and what misery the Master Scourge was placing upon them. I wish I knew they were alright.
Tying the knots and ensuring they are proper, Rain looks up into Ratline's rugged and rough face and gives him a small smile.
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Ratline gives you another smile and says Oh these have a bunch o'stories to them. He holds up the stump of a pinky on his left hand and says This one was fer a first stealin offence in Port Peril. This one, He holds up his index finger on his right hand that one I done lost to a stinkin tiger shark while fishin off Sargava. Now this last one was special, He holds up his missing middle finger on his right hand as well That one I lost for givin the bird to a man in a bar...didn't realize he was a Chelish admiral. He chuckles.
Dead quartermasters? Missing fingers for inappropriate actions to an Imperial Admiral?
Sigh....
It's a wonder how this ship remains afloat! These fools don't deserve to live; and they persist in self-destructive behavior which will bring about their destruction - which is completely merited - but also the loss of their ship - which is completely unforgivable.
Oh well - bad luck.
I glance at the sun again - and go back to work.
"I honestly dunno how good a friend me and any o' them are. Jest met 'em all last night 'n' got drunk. But we all in similar situations, so it'd b'hoove us ta' stick togetha'." He responds with a shrug.
"I think me and the Queen 're developin' an understanding. I don't do what she wants me to and she makes me life hell. I try following her lead, and here I am, for better or worse." he says with a but of a chuckle, hinting that it's starting to seem like it may be for better in light of present company *hint*hint*.
"Think there's any chance o' gettin on one of them three's good side, an' by that I mean a body like me, and gettin off o' their bad side? any one o' em less dead-set 'bout hatin' us here?" theoretically getting a little slack from Scourge or Plug would ease my time here...
"An how 'bout magic? I know some don't trust a sorcerer as far as they can throe em, but I got a few harmless tricks up me sleeve. Just don't want to go usin' em if it's gonna get the top brass looking funny at me." With a short incantation, and simple gestures he conjures up a blood red rose, then blows the petals off, when nobody's around to see. As they hit the deck, the petals disintigrate and the spot they land on is cleaned of grime. "Mostly minor stuff, but an instant shoe-shining could tickle their fancy."
Jack is sitting on Dhaavan's hat and keeping a lookout for him to make sure he hops to before he's even given an order by an approaching superior or Crewman.
How does Charm stack with Diplomacy? Dhaavan would know the details of so what happens to the attitude of a creature that he fails to charm (makes their save) and what happens when he uses a charm, and then uses diplomacy?
One ruling:
It makes the target friendly, so if he uses Charm he has an easier check to influence them, then after the charm fades, whatever he beat the check by adds to the attitude?
So he charms an unfriendly character and makes them friendly, to get a DC 15+cha to influence, beats the check by 10, the charm wears off, and they are friendly cause he beat the check by 10, increases their attitude by 2, then the charm wears off, so they are left two better than their original attitude?
OR, He charms, they are friendly, he diplomacy's them one step to Helpful since that's max. they return to their original attitude +1 so indifferent?
If the former, it's a pretty good combo, and if the latter, then it's better for Hostile ocreature since they have a 30+cha to improve, but make them friendly and they are left unfriendly at the end of the influence.
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After hearing about Grok, Variel will keep an eye for her while he is mending sails to see if she makes any rounds on the ship or if she stays inside. Hopefully he can spot her to make sure he has the right person and doesn't approach the the wrong half-orc.
Unfortunately he doesn't notice anyone of that description as he is spending so much time on his work. Settling for some more Questions for Rosie, even though she may be getting tired of them by now is his only option.
Rosie, if I may ask you some more questions, how many people are on the Wormwood? A ship this size must have a sizable crew and leadership. Who should a new 'recruit' stay away from besides Scourge and Plugg?
I glance up at the sun again.
Ah – Finally!
The sun has dipped over the horizon. The hours of backbreaking scrubbing have left me weary and dripping with sweat. I shake my head in frustration –
You have been too long at the academy – there was a time when such labors would have been a simple afternoon of work at the lumber yards. Now, you cringe at scrubbing some boards – faugh! Where is your strength fled to? No matter – you shall reclaim it in time.
I sense that it is the call to evening meal. While it is likely that there is a chance for us to suffer more abuse from the mid-level officers, and have to endure a thousand other of their stupidities, for now I am simply content to mingle with, if not the crew itself – my actual companions on this voyage.
Nodding once to Cog – for I sense he is a man of few words; preferring action to talk – I take my leave of him and seek both the galley and the others. No doubt whatever they have done, and are prepared to do – will all unfold in time. But for now, I am eager more for general news and camaraderie rather than the incidentals of searching the ship and ingratiating myself with the current crew.
No doubt there will be time for such things later; but it seems that, for now – I have the chance to speak with at least the men I came aboard with.
Hey - I hope you don't mind - I just wanted the chance to socially RP with the other players. I suspect there are many other actions that may need to happen formally on/around dinner time with the officers and the NPC crew; like policy and procedure of eating - and I am totally willing to ret-con that, if necessary. But I would still like to socially RP with the other players. Is that something that can happen, or would that complicate things? Again - none of the social RP is meant to be between the "formal crew" of NPC's because I don't want to complicate things with lots of questions. I just want the chance to do some social RP with the other players.
Okay - that's pretty much it. If I'm being out of line trying to skip ahead to that part, apologies. It's what my character would do when I get the chance, though. Anyway - thank you for your patience.
Now - where is the elven lass Rain - she would be interesting to speak to! And that other lad - the weak one who bragged of his sorcery? I would also see how he fared today during his duties.
As soon as I am able to, I will seek the others, and speak to the first person I have a chance to talk to. Or, if they prefer - they may seek me as well.