Welcome one and all to 'The Ire of the Storm' !
Thank you for the confidence you've put in me to be your GM, especially since I've sprung this different format on us all. On that matter, I know a couple of people expressed trepidation; I can understand that, it's a little experimental. Perhaps I should reassure you first.
I think we've all clicked around the site and read campaigns which appear to have been written by a party of english lit students. That's not my thing. I'm here for the roleplay, not to play the role of a creative writing class.
I do think the recap will give me more chance to set a scene in which we can all roleplay: more things for players to react to/against, if you choose to. I'm hoping this will make the game a little faster, a little more descriptive, and with a little more narrative flow. Not a sea change, and with no expectation of novella-length player posts !
If you can live with that and are willing to try it, well, I'm glad to have you along. If not, maybe I'll consider tweaking it as we progress. The absolute most important thing is that we have fun, as we progress through the module !
Please make sure you've read my notes on the format we'll be using. The key thing to recall is that we all post on the Discussion tab, leaving the Gameplay tab for the turn recaps, and please please write in the past tense. It will make the recaps read far cleaner for us all (and save me time editing them).
Turn 001 - the Kaava Cutter is up !
Read the OOC, and post your responses to Action 1 and Action 2, along with any questions, comments, and/or suggestions. I'll be checking and contributing to the discussion boards several times per day over the next few days, to answer any questions and respond (as the NPCs) to your posts.
I'll wait for everyone to have checked in. Once we're all here, the way I expect this to go is I'll let people's posts run for a while (say Sat am UK) then call an end and move to the next recap.
Game on!
A dark skinned, Mwangi gentleman climbed the stairs from the lower deck and strolled over to the feast. His long, dirty dreadlocks dangled loosely in front of his face making it nearly impossible to see his expression. His upper half was covered partially by a ragged, leather vest that was filled with crude fetishes. Tattoos colored the entirety of his dark, skinny arms. A wooden symbol of Gozreh rested on his bare chest, hanging from a string around his neck. He appeared to be talking to himself as he advanced.
"Wut ya mean, Bobo?" He listened for a bit then responded to himself. "Nuh, Nuh, Nuh. Jamba thinkin da bredren be weaky, weaky. Dey no use ta da waves. Maybe Gozreh help dem." He stopped about 15 feet from the gathered group and turned to face the fat merchant. "It do dat man sum good ta not eat Jamba be thinkin'."
He started walking again and sat near Umuzu. He turned toward the Zenj woman, "Wa gwaan! Dat sailfish be lookin' tasty, tasty! Wut a sistren like ya doin' on a boat like dis?"
Seeing the sandy haired, tan and athletic lady arrive, he gave her some advice, "Sistren, ya drink sum of dis an' it will help da sicky, sicky." He pointed to a vat of red wine on the table.
Aza held her hat steady on her head as she watched the landscape of the sea whip past her at a moderate pace. While she had been on a boat once or twice in her life, this one was swiftly rushing her towards a new chapter. She gave the sea a soft smile, before taking a step back from the side of the ship - she could feel some strange turning sensation in her stomach.
The Taldan woman had left most of her clothes below deck, hoping to avoid too much heat. Her sleeves were rolled up just as far as they could go, and she had left her gloves (which normally would hide most of her ashen skin) and thick cloak in the cabin. She could not, however, abandon her hat, something she felt was essential to her identity - and of course, it kept the sun out of her eyes.
"Hm?" she questioned as she heard a voice that she did not immediately comprehend. The man pointed towards a vat of wine, and his words clicked in Aza's mind. "O-oh! Th-thank you," she said, interpenetrating his accent and then taking a few steps towards the wine and pouring herself a drink of it.
Aza felt her stomach settle and looked towards the group of people that was slowly gathering on deck. They all looked like such a strange group of people, bundled up into a clump like this, and some of them did seem a little intimidating. Though she tried not to be too prejudiced, she couldn't help but sit away from what appeared to be an actual orc sitting at the table. She found herself gravitating towards a tanned half-elf, smiling weakly, somewhat self-conscious. "Hiya! M-my name's Az-za." She shook her head. "Aza, th-that is. What're y-you doing in this neck of-f the woods?"
Early morning, Day 28, Month of Erastus (July), Year 4716
ACTION 1
The merchant paused momentarily from his retching, and peered over his shoulder at the voices behind him. He raised the fingers of one hand in greeting to Jamba and Naima, before being forced to return to the rail.
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The second bell, midafternoon, Day 28, Month of Erastus (July), Year 4716
ACTION 2
As Naima ascended the stair to the foredeck, the pale merchant recognised her from earlier that morning and raised a wry smile. “Greetings! You must excuse me for my... sickness this morning. This is my first sea voyage, and by Abadar’s golden purse, I can’t wait for it to be done. But how rude of me - I am Margrave Gallio Menius, fourth son of Baron Foy of Menius. And you are?”. In waiting for a reply, his eyes returned nervously to the crates and barrels strapped to the desks amidships, and flinched as one of the passengers below stumbled against one.”That’s my future in those barrels, you know. Life holds little entitlement, really, for the fourth son of a minor noble of an upstart colony. Father gifted me these dozen indentured craftsmen, and the capital to purchase the supplies you saw loaded yesterday, and now it’s down to me to make a success of my land claim. You’ll see, I’ll be the Prince of Papaya before you can blink !” He smiled in self-deprecation. ”But what brings you to Pridon’s Hearth? I can guess it’s not plantation work…?”
Umuzu squinted against the bright sunshine, looking up at Jamba as he approached her.
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’Poor Menius, still hasn’t gotten his sea legs yet. With this weather, I’m surprised I’m not a little sick, I must have inherited some of fathers traveling gene after all.’ Iradiel smiles at the prospect of being like his father. As he moves from the cabin to the foredeck, ’I like the breeze, it pushes the smells from the jungle out to us, inviting us to come explore. I can’t wait till we reach Pridon’s Hearth.’
Walking near the other passengers, he observes them, attempting to not draw too much attention to himself. ’An orc? Or is he half orc? I wonder what that scaly hide is from.’ Iradiel smiles and nods to the other passengers, but doesn’t say anything initially, just being happy to observe and smell the Jungle on the wind.
Still pondering what kind of reptile may have given the orc his clothing, Iradyiel is surprised when he hears a slightly stuttering voice addressing him. Turning he realizes that the lovely girl with the hat was speaking to him. He turns giving a slight smile, first making eye contact and then looking at her hat, seeing the scars on her hand that held it, he looks quickly to the deck. His right hand unconsciously resting on the knobkerrie club tucked in his belt, he answers in a soft voice, making eye contact again with Aza. ”These neck of the woods? Oh you mean on a boat going to the interior? Well, my father is an adventurer, a pathfinder actually, who was born in the Mwangi Expanse. I’ve always wanted to be an adventurer, I mean pathfinder, myself. So I struck out to see where my father came from.” Looking away for a moment toward the coastline where adventures awaits, he quickly looks back at the lovely Aza, smiling widely. "With his and mothers blessing, of course." Not knowing what else to say he finishes with, "She is a pathfinder too, they both are."
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I've built the two actions so they should be independent of one another, so feel free to post against both, as I have above !
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As the Kaava Cutter sliced it's way through the water towards its destination, a might beast sat brooding in the brow. Relaxed though he was, there was an unmistakable air of danger about him, as though he might burst into brutal action at any moment.
He stared longingly at the shore, the jungle beckoning to him. That was where he came from, that was where he belonged. In the darkest depths of those trees, he was the ultimate predator, an avatar of power and bestial rage, the undisputed ruler of those places untrod by civilized feet.
His name was...
Francis.
Next to him sat a half-orc who looked far more ape or perhaps orc than man, though only a human would have the lanky, loose build he possessed. While the ape brooded, the ape orc sulked.
If you didn't want to come, you didn't have to, you know.
He got only a grunt and a meaningful look for his effort.
I'm not a kid anymore! I don't need you watching me all the time![/b}
The ape let out a minor roar and lashed out, cuffing the half orc. It was clearly not even a real corrective action and Chest Thumper didn't even go sprawling.
[b]You're right. There's no need to be rude. But I'm sure things will be fine.
The mighty ape just snorts then casts a baleful gaze toward the iron gray clouds on the horizon before once more contemplating the jungle longingly.
Neither Chest Thumper nor Francis went below decks unless they had to, both of them finding the narrow corridors rather claustrophobic. They both watched with interest as the sail fish was landed and with varying levels of patience as it was cooked. Francis, apparently, saw little need for it.
They both fell to heartily when it was finally declared ready and it was difficult to tell who had worse table manners. Both ape and ape-orc ate with their bare hands, grabbing fistfuls of the meat and shoving it in their mouths. Both were good with sharing...relatively. Francis eyed some of the other diners balefully when they dared to get too close to the arbitrarily defined border of what was "his" but he did not attack.
Chest Thumper was finished first and, with two handfuls of fish, stood up and wandered around the deck to investigate the other travelers.
He shoved one fistful of fish in his mouth then jabbed a finger at Jamba's holy symbol. The Great Spirit watches over all creatures, he said, interrupting the man's conversation with the woman sitting on the deck and around a mouthful of fish. That is, apparently, all he wanted to say because he continued on his way forward.
As he passed the half-elf, Iradyiel would realize the hide is made from the skin of a triceratops. Not the thickest or toughest part of the hide, Chest Thumper did not merit that sort of gift when he left the half-orc tribe, but still tough for all that.
He stopped behind the beautiful woman in the red dress. After shoving the other handful of fish into his mouth, he licked his fingers, his method of cleaning them before reaching out and grabbing some of the fabric.
Nice skin, he commented, marveling at the feel of the fabric in his hand.
"O-oh, the Pathf-finders, I've met some of th-them!" She paused for a moment, as a shadow of remembrance passed over her face. "M-my parents, they u-used to make weapons and arm-mor for them s-sometimes." Aza laughed softly. "S-some of them were kinda j-jerks, honestly. I'm sure y-your parents aren't, th-though," she hastily added to the end of her anecdote.
"From what I've h-heard, the Expanse is su-supposed to be the pl-place to start adventuring, th-these days..." She looked up at the tall half-elf, and her own height suddenly felt inadequate. "It's wh-why I'm heading out there, too! Adv-venture, that is. A n-new start-t and all of that."
Aza had decided to remain above deck for most of the day, relishing the feeling of the wind and the view. When dinner came along, however, she could feel her empty stomach growling heavily. She took a small portion of the fish, nibbling on it to avoid eating too fast and growing sick once again. As Aza heard Umuzu speaking in a foreign language, the oracle paused as she was about to take another bite. Polyglot, huh? That would probably be worth picking up if i get the chance...
Chest Thumper
Iradyiel
All: Great introductions and RP so far! Feel free to pump the NPCs with questions. You never know, they might have information relevant to the challenges ahead...
The second bell, midafternoon, Day 28, Month of Erastus (July), Year 4716
ACTION 2
He stopped behind the beautiful woman in the red dress. After shoving the other handful of fish into his mouth, he licked his fingers, his method of cleaning them before reaching out and grabbing some of the fabric. Nice skin, he commented, marveling at the feel of the fabric in his hand.
”Aagh ! Let go, you...” the voice of the radiant beauty poised at the prow faded as she took in the hulking size of the apeman pawing at her dress. “I...I’m sorry, you startled me. And, you smell of fish...could you please stand a little further downwind?” The classic lines of her face were for a moment spoilt by a sour expression of disdain, as she turned, and surveyed the assembled crowd. ”I consider it an imposition to have to share this desk with such a menagerie. I shall take this to the Captain. I may be exchanging the Goddess’ holy Sanctuary for a frontier town in the jungle, but the there must be standards to maintain purity. No offence intended, Lord Margrave…” In a sullen swoosh of crimson fabric, she exited the deck, past a clearly astonished Gallio and past Naima at the head of the stairs.
Sweat ran down Pious' face as he stood with the others at the bow of the Kaava Cutter. The droplets left clean streaks down his otherwise filthy face.
"and Aroden, Last of the First, stoodeth ere the fires and wast not burned"
Pious cast a disdainful glance at the man hurling over the side
"a man's purity beeist in the strength of his soul and the power of his mind"
Are storms like this normal for these parts? I would be done with this journey and feel the earth beneath my feet once more"
Pious strode up to the meal as it was laid out on the sail cloth and dropped to his knees. Forehead to the floor before the feast and arms spread eagled, he remained motionless for some moments.
"Aroden, last of the Azlanti, Living God. You have provided that which we do not deserve, that for which a price must be paid. Take your price lord, we pay willingly. Guard our sins, lest we become gluttonous."
Rising once more Pious takes a megre helping and begins to eat using his grimy fingers.
Jamba gave a teethy grin when the lady spoke in Polygot. He shook her hand. "Name be Jamba." He poured himself and the lady some rum. "Tell Jamba bout dis Cobalt vessel. Where yas be headin'?"
Jamba looked down as the apeman poked his holy symbol. He was jarred a bit by the force of the finger. He nodded at the man. "Dat be da truth, Talawah!" After the man walked off, Jamba spoke again. "Jamba be likin' dat one der, Bobo."
Jamba pulled a small paper out of his back pack. He laid it on the table and then poured some dried up buds on it. He gave a teethy smile again before rolling it into a pinky sized joint, licking the sides. He looked it over well one time before lighting it. Looking at Umuzu,"A lil afta din din ganji?"
Iradyiel smiles, nodding, then when Ava mentions some pathfinders are jerks, he looks at the deck momentarily, then nods in agreement, Smiling slightly when she makes the pleasant observation about his parents. "Your are right, Some are jerks, I think that is a disease of the educated. Anyway, everyone can be a jerk sometimes, even my parents, even me."
He makes eye contact with the shorter attractive human, smiling briefly, then quickly looking off to the horizon. "Yes, a new life, or at least the start of our own adventures, not just listening to someone elses." He looks back to the young lady, his smile widening. "And I will get to see where my father came from. Maybe even meet some of the Wild Elves."
Are storms like this normal for these parts? I would be done with this journey and feel the earth beneath my feet once more"
Action 1
It may have been that the priest's imperious question was lost to the wind, but there was no response, and those who looked caught the Captain rolling his eyes in distain as he stood at the stern of the Cutter.Action 2
’What an absolutely pleasant young lady. What shall we …’ Hearing the cooks announcement that dinner was ready, Iradyiel smiles at Aza, motioning toward the forecastle deck ”Shall we?” He asks as he moves that general direction.
’Miss Aza is a sheer delight, and there are so many different people on board. Apparently merchants, farmers miners and adve…’ Lost in thought,not looking where he was going, Iradyiel almost trips over the kneeling man. ”What? oh pardon me!” Stepping away, trying to keep his balance, he spins toward the ships bow. Where regaining his feet he comes near a woman in a red dress holding something.
”Pardon me madam, I was startled. I nearly stepped on that kneeling lunatic saying his pray…” Seeing the necklace, realizing the slender woman was an acolyte of Shelyn, he stammers. ”Pardon me mistress, I did not mean to interrupt.” Looking from the woman to the food, he attempts to save face. ”They have prepared dinner, may I fetch something for you?”
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Jamba gave a teethy grin when the lady spoke in Polygot. He shook her hand. "Tell Jamba bout dis Cobalt vessel. Where yas be headin'?"
Action 2
Umuzu takes the reefer with a grateful nod, and lights up. "The Cobalt Eye? She's a local legend round these parts. An old Cheliax barque of many seasons, she's sailed all over the Inner Seas. She's past her best, but still good for inland waters. I've been retained to lead a cartographic expedition upriver. Here, take one of these, I have copies." She handed Jamba a map. "There's talk of lost cities and hidden temples along this coast, and where there's ruins, there's loot to be claimed!" She leans back, inhaling deeply. "This is good, Jamba. When we get to Pridon's hearth, you should look up Heri Lightstep, the herbalist. He'll sort you out with some proper jungle herbs..."
Naima smiled at the merchant. "Can you tell me anything about the political situation where we are going?"
"Indeed I can, young lady" replied Margrave Gallio. He began to recount the short history of the founding of Pridon's Hearth, beginning with the disastrous first exploration of the area by a Sargarvan entrepreneur called Rema Pridon, to the founding of the colony only 4 years ago by Servius Narsus, the father of the current Count Lethar Narsus. "Today the Count rules with a firm but benevolent rule through his agent, Hamsa Gadd. I've heard that a trade guild of some sort has a strong presence in the town, so I'm going to look them up when we arrive. Maybe in years to come, it will be my name, Menius, which will be spoken of as one of the leading folk of Pridon's Hearth." At this point his gaze returns to the cargoes on the deck below.
Recap and new post coming up tonight !
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The later - feel free to continue posting now if there's more you want to ask RP. I just wanted to flag that we'd be moving on latter tonight.
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And neither Chest Thumper nor Francis would have waited for prayers to start, let alone finish, before eating. The latter because he doesn't know what that is, the former because he doesn't pay attention to such niceties.
Chest Thumper was astonished by the woman's response to his simple compliment. He stared after her for a moment then looked down at his hand. Impure? He licked his fingers again and then his palm then wiped it over his armor before examining it once more. He gave a satisfied grunt at the results then held it up and followed her.
Lady. Lady? Lady!
She ignored him so he stopped at Gallio and Naima. Getting comfortable he squatted at their feet, forearms draped loosely over his knees. He watched where the woman in the red dress disappeared but at least half listened to what was being said.
Is the Count there? What's this Hamsa like? Also a beenelrodent?
”Pardon me mistress, I did not mean to interrupt.” Looking from the woman to the food, he attempts to save face. ”They have prepared dinner, may I fetch something for you?”
Action 2
The priestess turned, and her previously sullen pout transformed into a radiant smile ”Why, what a surprise to encounter courteous manners at last! Thank you, but no. I have no desire to eat alongside such animals.” It was unclear exactly whom she had been referring to, but charitably it might have been Francis. She turned her back to the feast behind her, and, running one hand through her wind-swept hair, introduced herself as Annabella Tullia. ”I am travelling on an urgent mission of charity. I heard that Pridon’s Hearth was in need of skilled and hardworking colonists to secure its place in the edge of the jungle. Out of the goodness of my heart, and for the glory of Shelyn, Goddess of Love, I have come. And oh ! how they will celebrate my twin gifts, of public sculpture, and Chelaxian courtly poetry !”
It was at this point that she was interrupted by Chest-Thumper pawing her clothes...
Is the Count there? What's this Hamsa like? Also a beenelrodent?
Action 2
The Margrave paused at the interruption "Umm...yes the Count is in Pridon's Heart, or he should be. He has a large manor to the east of the town, I believe. And Hamsa will be there, too. She's a capable woman; she's run several expeditions deep into the jungle herself. They say she was the sole survivor of one of them. Umm...what's a beenelrodent? They don't eat papaya plants do they?"
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Chest Thumper grunted thoughtfully, plucking at his lower lip and with his gaze down on the footwear of the people near him.
People who don't know the jungle have no business going into it. She must know something to have survived, though. Too bad the people with her didn't.
He looked up his already heavy brow dropping further in thought and confusion.
I don't know! You said it! You said the Count is a beenelrodent ruler. How do I know what beenelrodents eat?
So, thank you for your posts, with excellent RP and great questions!
Recapping all that makes for a beast of a document, what with all the intros and stage-setting. I am not intending for that to be the norm. Hopefully it acts as a great introduction to the town, the NPC's and the PCs !
As a reward, turn 2 is now up ! Turn 002 - Little Tiger Docks
Turn 2 has three actions; game on!
'sculpture and poetry... so probably not going into the jungle much...nice skin?' Iradyeil, shifts uncomfortably as the orc looking fellow interrupts, ever so briefly, to touch the acolytes dress. Then shrugging his shoulders. "He is right, it is a nice dress, and it appears the fish is safe for eating." He nods toward the food. "Are you sure you won't be joining us? I've worked up quite an appetite thinking about the jungle." Iradyiel nods to the woman and turns to go get food.
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The only one less pleased with the prospect of weathering a storm below decks than Chest Thumper was Francis. Nonetheless, the Half-Orc did not want to try to keep his ape brother calm with the ship pitching and rolling and he'd been on board long enough to know that the top deck was a busy place under normal occasions. The crew did not need the added burden of trying to move around him and Francis while simultaneously keeping their ship afloat and in one piece.
They didn't have hammocks, normally sleeping on deck and neither of them had any belongings they didn't carry on their persons so there was no particular place for them in the general sleeping quarters. They found an out of the way corner and sat down, growling and whimpering at each other as the wind rose and the ship creaked and the rocking under them became ever fiercer. It was actually not a bad place to be. With their backs to walls and able to steady each other, they were not tossed about too badly.
Francis and Chest Thumper were also less than pleased with having to wait to get off the ship. In fact, it was all Chest Thumper could do to keep the ape from jumping overboard and swimming ashore. It would be something of an understatement to say that Francis did not enjoy sea travel. Between being cooped up in a relatively small area, having so many people bustling around all the time and the vagaries of weather, he would be glad to get back on dry land.
Chest Thumper did not try to stop him from getting on the longboat first when it finally came their turn. He'd never been taught "ladies first," anyway and thought there was a distinct possibility that Francis might knock anyone else overboard if they tried to get on before him.
As they got closer to the shore, they noticed the ruckus on the dock. Both of them stood up, as neither of them knew that was a thing you were not supposed to do.
Hey! Leave him alone!Chest Thumper called out. He liked Gallio. The merchant might not understand Common as well as he did but that didn't mean he should be harassed.
As the hooligans refused to listen to him, Chest Thumper grew angry.
He lived up to his name and started beating his chest with his fists, grunting, hooting and growling.
I said leave him alone! He shouted.
’The fresh fish was a nice addition to supper. Iradyiel looks up as he finishes his meal, he notices Mr. Blackwell watching the crew and passengers. ’I wonder what he is thinking. I should go talk to … maybe after the first mate speaks… after we go below decks perchance.’ Putting off speaking to Mr. Blackwell, Iradyiel goes below deck and gathers his gear, looking forward to finally walking the land of his father, he focuses on the adventures to come, instead of the heaving rolling hull.
Squeezing between the other passengers, Iradyiel finds his new friend, Ava. ”Did you enjoy the Sailfish, I thought the cook did a good job with it.” Looking around, shuffling his feet, he asks, ”Do you need any help carrying anything?”
Aza dutifully followed the captain's instructions to head beneath the deck, where she donned her cloak and gloves to combat the cooling night. She sat clutching her staff close, and sitting with her back against the corner to avoid being knocked around too much.
...unfortunately, the swelling of the sea and her inability to gain her footing caused her stomach to roll, and even as she sat very still, she was distracted by her sickness.
As the ship pulled in and Iradyiel stepped forward to ask if he could help, she delivered him a weak smile - "I, I'm f-fine, th-thank you for asking." She pulled herself up, slinging her pack over her shoulder and leaning a bit heavier on her staff than normal, trying not to think about the contents of her stomach. "I th-thought it was g-good... though it doesn't seem to b-be agr-greeing with me."
Even as her stomach threatened to leave her, Aza's brow furrowed at the clear mistreatment of Gallio. "D-drunk?" She sighed. It hadn't been the first time she'd run into drunken people looking for a fight.
Hopefully the orc's shouting would scare them off - the girl tried to recite a spell in her head in case there was a fight, but she didn't feel like she could do much from her rocky position on the boat.
Map of the Little Tiger Docks added - see link above.
Aza, you are for now
The character takes a –2 penalty on all attack rolls, weapon damage rolls, saving throws, skill checks, and ability checks.
Jamba's eyes widen at the sight of the Maelstrom. "Ayyyyyy! Da Sky Fadda be showin' out dis night!" He watches as the others head below deck. He stays with the crew, attempting to assist them in sailing.
He runs around with his wiry frame and is surprisingly effective. "Adjust da boom! Dere! Wave comin' on da port side!"
Jamba listens as Naima calls the thugs out. "Why da whiteys always get ta fightin' when dey be drinkin'? Us Mwangi just wanna chill an enjoy da buzz. Poor fat merchant be scaredy, scardey. I and I be needin' to help."
When they get closer, Jamba calls out. "No need fah dah violence." He prepares to go ashore, unwilling to jump and take a chance of getting wet.
Pious filed underdeck along with the others, casting a last gaze at the ominous clouds as he did so.
"Yours is the will that drives, the hand of judgement let it be as thou will it"
Reaching his meager belongings Pious donned his aromour and sword harness. He spent the rest of the storm stood before his hammock, hands on the pommel of his longsword as it rested tip down on the decking with his head bowed over in murmuring prayer.
"Drunk are they lady? Those who loose control, loose themselves, they are in need of redemption..."
Pious drew his sword as he stood and watched the altercation; still ill-advisedly wearing his armour.
Pious almost smiled as the savage beside him started shouting at the drunks on the jetty
From the mouths of savages, the words of divine truth
You do devil's work this night. Repent of it and Justice will be swift. Fear not death, for in death you will find your truth.
Sense motive: The burly drunkards seemed to be struggling with grief as well as drink. Something has deeply upset them, and they seem intent on taking it out on the merchant. Intimidate: Pious' words appeared to have a powerful effect, as the drunk reeled round, staggered by the ferocity of the inquisitor’s wrath.
Hey turn 3 is up !
Turn 003 - The Drunks
Actions, questions ?
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Ie in sequence:
> Naima
Bad Guys
Gallio
Everyone else