Dhaavan while watching your bird you see the attacks come down and rend into Plugg...but some of the damage from the attacks immediately heals before your eyes...
...before Variel plunges his dagger deep into Pluggs chest! Plugg looks at you for a moment before blood begins pouring from his mouth. He falls to his knees, frothy blood bubbling from his chest, and looks up at you with a look of astonishment before his eyes glaze over and he falls to the deck with a wet thump.
Scourge, screams out Nooooo! You mother f*~+ing sons of sea hags!
Sandara, meanwhile yells above the din Seijiro! The ballista! as she points towards the Brinebrood Queen who looks to be in the throws of another spell!
Seijiro tries to aim the ballista at teh brinebrood queen.
hp: -1/25 (lost a hp for taking an attack action when staggered)
ac: 11 (no dex when unconscious)
shaken
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Plugg finally dropped from the combined assaults of the group. Now only Scourge was left to worry about. When Sandara calls out to man the ballista, Variel expects the bolt to fly towards Scourge. Instead it flies out over the water at some unknown assailant. More worried about the curse Scourge is delivering and his actions, Variel mentally prepares for another fight. The fact that Jiro slipped unconscious is not lost on Variel. Instead, defeating Scourge quickly so he can tend to his fallen comrade is of high importance.
My eyes frost over a bit and I move forward to Scourge.
Attacking Scourge with my Short Sword –
If it hits -
Attacking him with my mother’s dagger –
If it hits –
"Wah? How's he... Yes!" Dhaavan begins to say as Plugg begins to heal, cheering as the wretch slumps to the floor.
"Yeah, Get the b*!$& Jir-oh s*~#..." wind in his sails deflating.
He says to rain, comminicating to Flynn and Variel as well, "Get rid of Scourge and that abaration back there, I'll get Jiro back on his feet right quick"
Seijiro crawls over to the ballista at Sandara's urging and takes a moment to line up the shot. Dropping the lever, Seijiro sees the spear sized bolt fly away before everything fades to black.
Those still conscious see that Seijiro's aim was just about perfect, taking the Queen between her ample bosom and protruding a foot through her back. She slumps, floating in the water, a pool of red wafting out from her.
Horatio moves forward and thrusts forward with his short sword, picking his way across the rocky ground he is unable to get into position for his normal two weapon attack routine and so focuses his effort on making sure the sword strikes home...which it does! Scourge overextended on his swing and this put him off balance, opening him up for Horatio's perfect lunging stab directly into Scourges black heart. Scourge soils himself as he falls to the deck, dead.
A sudden silence descends upon the ship as Plugg, Scourge, and the Queen fall. The silence stretches for what seem like hours but are mere heartbeats before a thunderous cheer bursts out of the assembled sailors. Sandara's musical laughter echoes over the ship just as Fishguts booming baritone roars that he hasn't had this much fun in years. The sailors for the moment forget their wounds and stare about in wonder as the rock, dirt, and stone abruptly vanishes.
I will lean over Scourge’s body a moment and slide my mother’s dagger into his chest. I slowly, deliberately and methodically rip it downward from his neck to his groin.
I will take a moment to reach inside the torso and drag out his liver and his heart; and with a little difficulty slice the tip of the dagger into his stomach and rend it open.
I then take a moment to thrust the blade of the dagger into each of his limbs, and then into his head – then I press the blade under his nose and above his lips and slide it downward, slicing off his lips and tearing into his mouth.
Then I wipe Scourge's blood off on his clothes and then stand up and glance to stern deck and look toward's Plugg's body.
I ignore Scourge's gear at this time.
I then walk over to Plugg, and I look at both Variel and Jiro.
As they seem well looked after by Dhaavan at this time, I take a moment and kneel down by Plugg and repeat the process that I did with Scourge.
I do not touch Plugg’s gear, and seem fairly ambivalent to it at this time.
When I finish with Plugg I will politely ask the others if they need any assistance at this time.
About half way through Scourge, Sandara comes up to you and says quietly I hate this man more than I have hated anyone in my life...but what you are doing is making some of the crew sick...and is not exactly setting a good impression that you will be better leaders than Plugg and Scourge. If you feel you must do this for some reason I would ask you do it in private.
Valeros looks to Horatio and Sandara and gives a curt nod at her words. Perhaps less time collecting prizes Flynn and more time looking to our own right now. Following his own advice, Valeros moves quickly up to where Seijiro lies draped over the balista.
Channeling some minor healings into his fingers, he rests them upon Seijiro's chest before stepping back. He'll live. I can restore him further but I need to make sure everyone else is alright.
As all of our foes have Dropped, Dhaavan returns the potion he had withdrawn for Sejiro to his belt, and calls out to Sandara, asking her "Are you able to release any more healing energy to restore Sejiro and Sko right now? Or Valeros, maybe a spell if you have any more magical energy at your disposal?" he asks the others, preferring to use renewable magic when it is not too urgent situation.
A rather violent fit of coughing erupts from nowhere continuing for a few moments until the invisible sorcerer comports himself, at which point he re-appears standing over Sejiro as he is being healed "You alright mate? That was a good shot there, skewered yerself a squid! Mmm, wish it were an actual squid. them's tastie." he muses on delecious fried squids and foods he's enjoyed on his travels before making his way to his mates, seeing that the pressed are well enough off at the hands of the healers, he looks in on his mates among the original crew.
"Oye, how're ya all doin?" checking to see if there were any casualties among Plugg's officers and toadies and our mates, assessing the damage to personel, and Cheering and embracing his friends, taking care to get them healing if they need it.
Later, he will take time to look over Plugg and Scourge's gear via and identify any magical items using spellcraft.
About half way through Scourge, Sandara comes up to you and says quietly I hate this man more than I have hated anyone in my life...but what you are doing is making some of the crew sick...and is not exactly setting a good impression that you will be better leaders than Plugg and Scourge. If you feel you must do this for some reason I would ask you do it in private.
I pause from my work, and look up at Sandara with flat eyes.
"It has been suggested to me many times that I do not seem to be qualified to lead."
"My actions, decisions, advice and questions are generally seen as a detriment rather than a help; by all who I sail with."
"Thus, it seems that my reputation is such that - no matter what I choose to do - I doubt highly that any action I take will improve my position with the crew."
"As for making the crew sick? I am confused on that point," I add with a dull voice.
"We are not merchantmen. We are not sailors. We are not fisherman. We are not privateers. We are not Royal Navy. We are not "men of quality". We are not noble born."
"Indeed, we are none of these things."
"However, we are pirates - our actions have declared us as such. Are my own actions thus so askew from the actions of a pirate?"
My eyes roam over Scourge's corpse for a moment, then I turn my gaze back to Sandara.
"Lady, you are a priestess. I would have thought that you above all would support my decision to repay the gods for their assistance. Do not the divine beings - when petitioned with offerings - not expect to be repaid?"
I watch her a moment, then shrug.
"Very well - I shall attend to these details when others are not watching, if you believe the sight unsettles them."
"I am sorry for troubling you, and the crew. Perhaps you could explain my apology to them for me? You know them better than I do - your words will certainly carry more weight than my own, I am sure."
Then I stand up and bow politely to her.
I shall clean my weapons, sheathe them, then load my pistol.
I shall leave the body of Scourge at this time.
I shall then walk over to the stern deck.
Valeros looks to Horatio and Sandara and gives a curt nod at her words. Perhaps less time collecting prizes Flynn and more time looking to our own right now. Following his own advice, Valeros moves quickly up to where Seijiro lies draped over the balista.
Channeling some minor healings into his fingers, he rests them upon Seijiro's chest before stepping back. He'll live. I can restore him further but I need to make sure everyone else is alright.
I turn to look at Valeros, after hearing his comment.
"You mistake my intentions, sir. I am not taking prizes at this time."
I watch him turn his back on me and walk away.
I look down at Sko.
My head cocks to the side, curious to know what shall become of this man.
Then I shrug.
I look at Sandara, and speak to her again for a moment -
"Lady - you can channel the energies of your deity? You have not done so today, or am I mistaken?"
"If it is true that you can channel your healing powers we could gather those around you who need healing. Could your ability not assist all that need it at this time? Or have you expended your energy already today?" I ask with a calm, quiet voice, waiting a moment for her answer.
As all of our foes have Dropped, Dhaavan returns the potion he had withdrawn for Sejiro to his belt, and calls out to Sandara, asking her "Are you able to release any more healing energy to restore Sejiro and Sko right now? Or Valeros, maybe a spell if you have any more magical energy at your disposal?" he asks the others, preferring to use renewable magic when it is not too urgent situation.
** spoiler omitted **
A rather violent fit of coughing erupts from nowhere continuing for a few moments until the invisible sorcerer comports himself, at which point he re-appears standing over Sejiro as he is being healed [ooc]by someone "You alright mate? That was a good shot there, skewered yerself a squid! Mmm, wish it were an actual squid. them's tastie." he muses on delecious fried squids and foods he's enjoyed on his travels before making his way to his mates, seeing that the pressed are well enough off at the hands of the healers, he looks in on his mates among the original crew.
"Oye, how're ya all doin?" checking to see if there were any casualties among Plugg's officers and toadies and our mates, assessing the damage to personel, and Cheering and embracing his friends, taking care to get them healing if they need it.
Later, he will take time to look over Plugg and Scourge's gear via and identify any magical items using spellcraft.** spoiler omitted **...
I approach Dhaavan and nod to him, examining his wounds.
I lay my hand on him a moment - healing him.
I notice that Valeros has the others attended to.
He is a better healer then I am.
I am confident that his abilities will do more than mine shall.
As I watch Valeros attend to Variel and Seijiro, I look at Dhaavan.
"The scum that used her foul magic to harm us? She attacked us off the bow of the ship. She was powerful with magic, was she not?"
"It seems wise, then, that we should seek her corpse. The water here is not overly deep. If we sent a boat to where her body had appeared before the balista bolt struck her; I would think that the size of the bolt and the body freshly killed - it is likely that the corpse may be floating at the surface, or slightly below it."
"If we move to that approximate place, we may find what gear she possessed on her person before she was terminated."
"You can summon creatures, including beasts of the sea? Very well; if we two cannot dive to the depths and to find her gear - could you not send a summoned creature down to discover it, should there be any gear of note?"
I watch him a moment.
"Do not fear - I do not seek the corpse, if such things unsettle you. Rather - I seek only what gear may be on it. Will you aid me in this venture?"
I glance forward to Rain -
"Apologies - I was merely asking him for assistance regarding a matter," I add with a polite voice.
I turn back to Dhaavan, waiting to hear what he has to say.
Sandara nods and pulls her holy symbol out letting loose several blasts of energy that feels like a warm wave pouring over you.
Looking at Horatio she says You just ran Scourge through the heart and killed him. You have attained much standing in the eyes of the crew, do not doubt. In addition, you sell yourself short sir. There are several amongst the crew that count you as if not friend then worthy companion, myself included. I know for a fact that Owlbear thinks, when he does think, very highly of you. As for offerings to the gods, Besmara takes tribute in plunder. When it comes to pirates, yes that is true but not all of us are as bloodthirsty and cruel as this one. She says, spitting at Scourge.
She places a gentle hand upon Horatio's shoulder and says Do not be melancholy. Today is a day for celebration and life. After all, we never know when the gods will call us home so we must live to the fullest, yes? Smiling she moves over to the rest of the crew and begins checking on them.
Seijiro wakes up blinking his eyes and stares about, seeing Valeros nearby and others moving about freely... he sits up and takes stock of his surroundings, sees Plugg down and Scourge eviscerated on the deck and promptly gets up and staggers to the railing and loses the contents of his stomach at the sight of Scourge.
He turns with a grimace of disgust and embarrassment back toward the others and shrugs.
"I guess we won?"
He walks over to Plugg and looks down at him... pokes him almost gently with a foot and then smiles, his smile quickly growing to a grin.
He looks up at Variel and nods to him. "You got him! Awesome... sorry I couldn't help there at the end. Those rocks really got me good."
Sandara nods and pulls her holy symbol out letting loose several blasts of energy that feels like a warm wave pouring over you.
Looking at Horatio she says You just ran Scourge through the heart and killed him. You have attained much standing in the eyes of the crew, do not doubt. In addition, you sell yourself short sir. There are several amongst the crew that count you as if not friend then worthy companion, myself included. I know for a fact that Owlbear thinks, when he does think, very highly of you. As for offerings to the gods, Besmara takes tribute in plunder. When it comes to pirates, yes that is true but not all of us are as bloodthirsty and cruel as this one. She says, spitting at Scourge.
She places a gentle hand upon Horatio's shoulder and says Do not be melancholy. Today is a day for celebration and life. After all, we never know when the gods will call us home so we must live to the fullest, yes? Smiling she moves over to the rest of the crew and begins checking on them.
I nod politely at her compliment.
It may be that I would give her a long response - perhaps an explanation of my actions.
Perhaps more than that.
But instead, I take a deep breath, and pause before I speak.
Then -
"Begging your pardon, lady. I do not wish to offend you, or the others," I say, looking down at the open cadavers in front of me.
"What actions I must take, by your request - I shall do them in private."
"Thank you for your kindness, and your courtesy. That among much stands highly with me."
"I abhor rudeness."
I bow again to her, leaving the body - then I move to the others and accept her healing.
Seijiro looks out toward where his ballista shot went and wonders if it struck true. "What happened with the grindy caster?"
Seijiro wakes up blinking his eyes and stares about, seeing Valeros nearby and others moving about freely... he sits up and takes stock of his surroundings, sees Plugg down and Scourge eviscerated on the deck and promptly gets up and staggers to the railing and loses the contents of his stomach at the sight of Scourge.
He turns with a grimace of disgust and embarrassment back toward the others and shrugs.
"I guess we won?"
He walks over to Plugg and looks down at him... pokes him almost gently with a foot and then smiles, his smile quickly growing to a grin.
He looks up at Variel and nods to him. "You got him! Awesome... sorry I couldn't help there at the end. Those rocks really got me good."
I turn and look at Seijiro.
"Begging your pardon, sir - if you'll permit me?"
"It is true that today the enemy fell."
"As for your words regarding our victory? If you would permit me, I would add only this: today - the gods fought for us."
I bow politely before him.
Then I turn back to Dhaavan, awaiting his answer.
After checking on his mates, and making sure the crew is up and alright, receiving channeling from Sandara if she uses any, Dhaavan will address the issue of the "Queen" then the rest of the gear.
[edit] to Jiro Dhaavan laughs, "Yeah shot her dead, right through the chest as yea passed out, mate. Nice shot!"
Nodding to Flynn, Dhaavan calls, "Oye, mates, lets get this boat out to the sea-witch out there! who knows what she may have had on her out there what's valuable, Huh? Le's get it 'afore it sinks to the deep!" rallying crew to man the boat with him and collect the corpse of the queen, as he approackes to make sure he doesn't miss out on any shiney items.
SInce everyone would be healed by the time we do this, Dhaavan asks, "Valeros, ya want ta come with, seein as ya can breath the water, jsut in case she dropped something what sank? mate to miss out on something valuable to add to the haul, right?"
Seijiro looks out toward where his ballista shot went and wonders if it struck true. "What happened with the grindy caster?"
I hear Seijiro's comment, and turn a gaze off the bow, watching the waves a moment.
"Doubtless her body did not react well to a balista bolt."
"I believe that she did not live; though it is too early to be sure."
I watch him a moment, the blood covering my clothes heavily.
I pull back the hem of my topcoat and reach into a pocket in the inside flap, removing a small folded kerchief.
I dab the blood from my face gently.
"I have attempted to enlist Mister Dhaavan in taking a boat to the approximate place where the creature was terminated."
"I suspect that with a heavy piece of wood lodged in her corpse - not to mention the fact that she is recently destroyed and her lungs are likely still filled with air, that I would guess her body is still floating on the surface."
"Further, I believe that if we launched a boat and searched the waves, we may find the corpse and discover what gear she may possess."
"In any case, even if we do not see her body floating on the waves, buoyed by the bolt you fired into her flesh, if one would use a spell which could detect the presence of magical goods and gear, doubtless we could see the glow beneath the waves and thus discover any useful equipment she may still have."
"If you would like, as you are now healed and a skilled sailor besides, perhaps you will come as well to aid in the sculling? If so, I would be delighted to sail with you. Of course, this choice is entirely up to you."
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As the cheers of the crew sound over the ship, Variel takes a moment to survey the crowd. These are mean no women who he has worked with, bled with, and shared horrors at the hands of Plugg and Scourge. It was time now to unify them all with the new Rahadoumi members.
Racing down to grab the fallen cutlasses, Variel thrusts them up high. Mates, we have won the day and the ship is ours. No more must we worry about the lash from Plugg or Scourge. Those that have pressed ganged us are no more and we are free of the shackles that bound us. From here let us still join together as one crew to raid the seas and by Besmara we will become rich and famous by our exploits.
On Plugg-
-Potion of Cure Moderate Wounds
-2 Screaming Bolts
-A homebrew Belt that I saw from someone else on the boards called a Belt of Healing. A charged Item that has 2 charges per day that can cast Cure Light Wounds for 1 charge or Cure Moderate Wounds for 2 charges. For 2 charges once per week you can also use it to heal you with a cure light as an immediate action but then the belt must "rest" for a week in order to recharge. Worth 1000gp
-Tidewater Cutlass
-MW Cat'o'nine Tails
-Amulet of Natural Armor +1
-Bracers of Armor +1
-Shackles of Compliance in his belt pouch
-Leather Drinking Cup
On Scourge
-MW Handaxe
-Potion of Blur
-Potion of Cure Light Wounds
-Punching dagger smeared with a black substance
-Leather Armor
-Shortbow with 12 arrows
-Corked green bottle with 8 doses of Oil of Taggit Poison
-Leather Snuff box set with a diamond containing 1 dose of Dark Reaver Powder
-Silver ring with the word Shanxia inscribed on it
-25gp, 18 pp
On Brinebrood Queen
-Wand of Summon Natures Ally II (12 charges)
-Vindictive Harpoon
"What about Sko...? Is he going to be alright?"
Seijiro seems momentarily distracted by the fate of one of their own.
"I think I'll stay here for now, with Dhaavan and some of the crew along with Valeros going on the boat, I'd just be extra weight.
Seijiro looks down at the wounds still on him and sighs. Then he looks at Flynn and his eyes sparkle a little and he says:"[/b]
Vengeance Spirits came
Engulfed the wicked, ensnared
Fox smiles; time is here.
He shrugs and goes to the railing and says a brief prayer of thanks to Hei Feng and drops a few coins over the railing into the ocean.
A rousing HUZZAH! booms over the ship at your words, even some of those that were Pluggs and scourges get in on it, though you suspect that is more self-preservation than actual enthusiasm. Still it is a start.
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You are able to make your ways over to the Brinbrood Queen without incident and just in time as the sharks are beginning to circle. You manage to grab her and pull her gear off of her still twitching tentacles before tossing her back in to be shark food.
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A profitable notion I am sure Dhaavan, but I will stay here with the rst of the crew and finish up here. Good luck and bring back the spoils you can.
Variel will do what he can to get the Rahadoumi and others accustomed to being on the same side now that Plugg and Scourge are gone. Likewise when there is time, Variel will assist with the identifying of items.
Seijiro looks over at the sailors and grins at and joins in their cheer at Variel's words. He cheers "Jiyu!!!" along with their shouts of 'Huzzah'.
"Freedom, at last."
"The ship may be ours, but now we need to get her out of here and get her refitted and her lines redrawn before Harrigan comes looking for her and his bully boys. So we need to find a port where we can get this done. Maybe this 'Squibs', or whatever it was called, is the place to go?"
I turn to look at Variel; having returned with from the waves, having recently taken care of the remains of the Grindylow assailant with those who sailed with me.
I watch him lift the sword Plugg carried, which he is holding at this time.
I listen to his speech on riches.
I juxtapose these words with his earlier comments regarding my “daydreams” for wealth, and his suggestion that those who want are never satisfied.
I hear his comments now.
I ponder his meaning; then I shrug.
Sko is fine and conscious as are all the Rahadoumi save one who died.
Sko looks a bit mad at the fact that he missed the action and was knocked out.
"What about Sko...? Is he going to be alright?"
Seijiro seems momentarily distracted by the fate of one of their own.
"I think I'll stay here for now, with Dhaavan and some of the crew along with Valeros going on the boat, I'd just be extra weight.
Seijiro looks down at the wounds still on him and sighs. Then he looks at Flynn and his eyes sparkle a little and he says:"[/b]
Vengeance Spirits came
Engulfed the wicked, ensnared
Fox smiles; time is here.He shrugs and goes to the railing and says a brief prayer of thanks to Hei Feng and drops a few coins over the railing into the ocean.
I turn to Seijiro; hearing his words, and nod.
I raise my blade a moment, as I respond; holding it as if it is a prop to my response…
Such steel? Merely tools.
Tools for men. But men? Still tools –
Yet the gods wield us.
I bow in respect for his words.
”You fought well this day, sir. I honor you for your deeds, as well as your poetry.”
I nod at Seijiro’s words.
I walk to the door to Plugg’s Cabin.
I search it for traps.
If there are no traps, I shall open the door and enter, seeking Plugg’s charts and navigational equipment.
I am looking specifically for charts which would show us the location of the next port of call - no doubt the very same port we are sailing for.
If the door is locked – I shall open the lock, but first I shall get the key from Plugg’s body.
At which point I will than proceed to search his cabin as stated above.
I will take my time searching the cabin, as we have time.
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I turn to look at Variel; having returned with from the waves, having recently taken care of the remains of the Grindylow assailant with those who sailed with me.
I watch him lift the sword Plugg carried, which he is holding at this time.
I listen to his speech on riches.
I juxtapose these words with his earlier comments regarding my “daydreams” for wealth, and his suggestion that those who want are never satisfied.
I hear his comments now.
I ponder his meaning; then I shrug.
Seeing his look directed at me and hoping to carry a message to him through Dhaavan's spell, These people know no other life and are here for such reasons. The best way to get them on our side is to play to their dreams even if those dreams are not my own. I told you what I want and this does not change it.
Seeing his look directed at me and hoping to carry a message to him through Dhaavan's spell, These people know no other life and are here for such reasons. The best way to get them on our side is to play to their dreams even if those dreams are not my own. I told you what I want and this does not change it.I turn to look at Variel; having returned with from the waves, having recently taken care of the remains of the Grindylow assailant with those who sailed with me.
I watch him lift the sword Plugg carried, which he is holding at this time.
I listen to his speech on riches.
I juxtapose these words with his earlier comments regarding my “daydreams” for wealth, and his suggestion that those who want are never satisfied.
I hear his comments now.
I ponder his meaning; then I shrug.
My face is blank as I hear Variel's words.
My tone is neutral.
"You do not need to defend yourself to me, sir. I did not say anything."
"What you do or believe is your own affair."
"I do not worry overmuch on what someone thinks, or their personal opinions anymore."
"Do what you feel is best."
"So long as we can speak honestly with each other, I see no issue between us."
I nod briefly at Variel.
Then I dump the gear from the corpse from the water on the deck and go back to the door to Plugg's cabin to attempt to get inside.
Seeing the immediate danger through and everyone healed by Sandara, Valeros simply sits on the deck and rests his legs over the side. He closed his eyes eyes and enjoyed the sea air and the sun. A ship and the sea, that was all anyone could ask for in this world.
In their ears, Variel and Horatio hear Dhaavan's voice, via as the sorcerer is surveying the gear, and appears to be gathering the Rahadoumi around their dead comrade, ushering them whit wide and sweeping gestures, and his trademark smile. He casts his spell as he retrieves his Wrist sheath from Sejiro and re-affixes it to his arm.
Not giving the men years his senior orders, the sorcerer is asking them politely as he can to keep disagreements away from the crew to maintain their new authority. "I know yea two ain't been in agreement all the time on this little cruse, and while yea ain't at odds right now, i want to say right off the bat that if yea have any kind of disagreements, please take em below decks to quarters. We just took the ship by mutiny, and we gotta at least appear a cohesive group or we're settin ourselves to go by way of Plugg, agreed? Discussions happen in private, yeah? We got a lot to discuss, most o' which should be done among ourselves in private cause the children don't like when mum and dad fight," he adds with a chuckle.
"In fact, let the others know to, yeah we gotta have a bit o a pow-wow 'afore we set off to make sure we knows what we're doin?"
Variel, Dhaavan will also attempt to handle the Rahadoumi. He'll deal with the old-guard, Plugg's henchmen from the wormwood later after i get the rules on that from Imm, but for now at this moment
With the Rahadoumi gathered eround their dead crewman, Dhaavan speaks to them in a calm yet firm tone, grinning, with neither mirth nor malice, at them. "Well, mates. Yea ain't had the best o' luck with what sides yea been on in a fight eh? Now, I'm going to be straight with you all. Yea had yer own captain o' this ship, then Plugg was yer Captain and yea followed him, him what was plannin on murdering me and mine afore we reached port. Now I'm willin' ta give yea all the benefit o' the doubt here and treat yea like ye're loyal to the ship. Now Plugg's dead, Ship's ours, so yer loyalty is to us now."
"My condolences for yer man here. WHat was his name?" Dhaavan asks the Rahadoumi, out of respect. "Died fighting for the ship's Captain. A right bastard, and paranoid idiot for certian, but still his Captain. Now I ain't familiar wit' yer practices an' such but whatever funerary rights yea got, yer free to do em, far as I'm concerned. Long as yea swear yer loyalty to our ship now, far as I'm concerned we're mates, no hard feelings on yea sidin' with Plugg, and no hard feelin's from yea for us doin what we had to ta stay alive, and get rid of that sadistic idiot."
"Yea don't want ta sail under us, there's always the sharks what'll be more than welcoming, an' the island o'r there, but it ain't near as hospitable as we'll be to yea. It's yer call, but joinin up wit' us'd be teh best for certain."
The warmth of his welcoming grin does not quite seem to hide the mercilessness of yellow eyes know no empathy, or the fact that he would have no qualms letting them die here if they so choose, but again, there is no malicious desire to do so.
In their ears, Variel and Horatio hear Dhaavan's voice, via as the sorcerer is surveying the gear, and appears to be gathering the Rahadoumi around their dead comrade, ushering them whit wide and sweeping gestures, and his trademark smile. He casts his spell as he retrieves his Wrist sheath from Sejiro and re-affixes it to his arm.
Not giving the men years his senior orders, the sorcerer is asking them politely as he can to keep disagreements away from the crew to maintain their new authority. "I know yea two ain't been in agreement all the time on this little cruse, and while yea ain't at odds right now, i want to say right off the bat that if yea have any kind of disagreements, please take em below decks to quarters. We just took the ship by mutiny, and we gotta at least appear a cohesive group or we're settin ourselves to go by way of Plugg, agreed? Discussions happen in private, yeah? We got a lot to discuss, most o' which should be done among ourselves in private cause the children don't like when mum and dad fight," he adds with a chuckle.
"In fact, let the others know to, yeah we gotta have a bit o a pow-wow 'afore we set off to make sure we knows what we're doin?"
My eyes roam over interior of Plugg’s cabin, taking a quick inventory on it.
I hear Dhaavan’s words via the spell.
I respond via the spell –
”I shall defer to your wisdom in this matter, of course.”
I exit the cabin a moment and look at Dhaavan and Variel.
”Gentleman, please excuse me. I have some personal matters to attend to.”
”It was a pleasure speaking to you both.”
I pause before I leave.
I consider the sailors we have taken, and wonder at their relative value on the open market absently.
Then I shrug and turn back to them for a brief moment.
"The ship is likely stripped of any valuables. But it seems that it may be a good idea to continue making the inventory of useful items, it is possible we may not have found that all there is to find yet. I do not know what is in Plugg's cabin, but it may have unique gear inside."
My skin has a pale cast to it.
"I shall return for the discussion soon. As I said, I have some personal matters to attend to below. But before those personal needs I will do what I can to take care of the mess on the decks first."
I bow to both of them and see too my duties.
"I agree with Dhaavan, we should at least make a show of solidarity. Before we set sail, we should have a meeting - perhaps privately in the captain's quarters. We have issues that need to be settled, and we should do so before we sail. Once we are underway, it will take all of us just to sail this ship and we won't really have time to gather privately."
He looks a little sick when Flynn goes to take care of his personal matters. He says to the others who are left, "Is he going to defile another corpse, do you think? To what purpose, eh?"
"Anyway, we've a lot to do and first and foremost we should get some of the crew started on cleaning off that deck. Getting them working will be a start to establishing our authority on the ship, I think."
Variel, Dhaavan will also attempt to handle the Rahadoumi. He'll deal with the old-guard, Plugg's henchmen from the wormwood later after i get the rules on that from Imm, but for now at this moment
With the Rahadoumi gathered eround their dead crewman, Dhaavan speaks to them in a calm yet firm tone, grinning, with neither mirth nor malice, at them. "Well, mates. Yea ain't had the best o' luck with what sides yea been on in a fight eh? Now, I'm going to be straight with you all. Yea had yer own captain o' this ship, then Plugg was yer Captain and yea followed him, him what was plannin on murdering me and mine afore we reached port. Now I'm willin' ta give yea all the benefit o' the doubt here and treat yea like ye're loyal to the ship. Now Plugg's dead, Ship's ours, so yer loyalty is to us now."
"My condolences for yer man here. WHat was his name?" Dhaavan asks the Rahadoumi, out of respect. "Died fighting for the ship's Captain. A right bastard, and paranoid idiot for certian, but still his Captain. Now I ain't familiar wit' yer practices an' such but whatever funerary rights yea got, yer free to do em, far as I'm concerned. Long as yea swear yer loyalty to our ship now, far as I'm concerned we're mates, no hard feelings on yea sidin' with Plugg, and no hard feelin's from yea for us doin what we had to ta stay alive, and get rid of that sadistic idiot."
"Yea don't want ta sail under us, there's always the sharks what'll be more than welcoming, an' the island o'r there, but it ain't near as hospitable as we'll be to yea. It's yer call, but joinin up wit' us'd be teh best for certain."
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The warmth of his welcoming grin does not quite seem to hide the mercilessness of yellow eyes know no empathy, or the fact that he...
”Gentleman, Mister Dhaavan is a reasonable man. He does not seek to do you harm as others have.”
I press my kerchief against my face gently, dabbing away a sheen of sweat, and wiping a small dribble of blood which was still slick on the nape of my neck.
”I assure you all that he is a good person; kind, friendly, considerate and very fair.”
I lower the kerchief and take a moment to wipe some smeared entrails from one of the brass buttons on my topcoat in a light gentle motion.
”He would not threaten you in any way. His comments about being fed to sharks or marooned on an island filled with undead and pestilence? Naturally, I suspect this was merely nothing but light jesting to break an otherwise grim mood.”
I absently brush a piece of Scourge’s liver which has regrettably clung to the fringe of my coat, flicking it away with my fingers and sending it skidding onto the deck.
”I am confident that if you follow Mister Dhaavan’s humble request that there will be no issues."
I pause; breaking off from my brief speech, as if thinking a moment.
I then elect to entreat them more directly.
My voice changes to a smoother timbre.
It is now somewhat softer and sweeter; almost a caressing whisper which is almost certainly far more intimate and personal.
I believe this sudden level of intimacy will, no doubt, make these men feel much more comfortable with what I am saying to them.
"It would be wise, my friends, to follow his advice. Don't you agree?" I say, my eyes slowly raising from the modest amount of carmine which has regrettably stained my coat to look at the men somewhat more intently.
My lips curve slowly up at the corners to form a smile, which is no doubt warm and very friendly.
I feel quite confident that these men will no doubt be very pleased to acquiesce to Mister Dhaavan’s requests at this time.
The Rahadoumi look back and forth between you before muttering amongst themselves for a moment. Stepping forward, one of the larger men, the one that nailed Seijiro with the crossbow in fact, says We accept your offer and pledge to work under you to the best of our ability. I am Hajen, and these are Shix, Makeem, and Reevah. May we return to our duties now Sirs?