Captain Kovack has an important announcement to make around midafternoon. "I have wonderful news for everyone! Because our celebratory dinner was interrupted yesterday, I have decided to host another formal meal tonight! Make sure to dress in your finest; I'll tell Chef Kroop to prepare the finest foods. Oh, yeah, in case you didn't know, we took on another passenger, so that's something, too, I guess. Anyway, I look forward to seeing you tonight!"
"That sounds remarkably splendid! Another occasion for food and drink. And to think, I heard these long voyages were drull affairs."
Gleus stops on his way to the hull to observe Amy and Keith making faces at each other as if they were having a silent coversation, "Strange people...strange people." Gleus goes a puts on his nicer blue tunic in anticipation for the party. The big man then just mopes around on deck until the festivities start.
Any puts on her best gold and red dress. When she heads to the deck where she meets Gleus.
" Sarenae's blessing to you my friend. How are you this evening? " ask Amy.
The large warrior puts on a smile after being addressed, "Oh I'm doing fine. You know, I thought a long voyage would be thrilling. But for the most part its actually quite boring." Gleus looks about to make sure none of the crew overheard. "Dont get me wrong, the captain and his crew have done a splendid job. It's just..." Gleus scans the horizon, "These legs yearn stable ground again." Gleus gives Amy another smile, "Funny the things you start to miss."
Gleus ponders a little as the sun gets low in the sky. "Miss Eir, does your god live upon the sun? Why does she leave you each night?"
"A shifty fellow he is indeed, the captain Redpants. But also shortsighted and lacking in vision!", Silvio proclaims before his interest is piqued by Boram's reveal. "Oh, a crimminal you say? What kind, why do you think so and how can Silvio catch this individual?"
Lacking any extra set of clothes Silvio will attend the dinner as he is, which in Silvio's case is more than enough.
Boram looks at Silvio, confused: "Catch 'im? We 'ave im' below deck! He was dealin' with pirates. At least, that's wot I 'eard. Anyway, don't worry about it! Enjoy yer' dinner. An' thanks again fer... that."
The halfling points up at the mainsail with a grin and bids Silvio farewell, heading below deck. As he passes Amy and Gleus, the Halfling gives the large man a knowing wink.
"Aha, it is a misunderstanding then. Silvio thought that there was a mystery afoot, but seeing that there is none, Silvio shall retire for the time being. Should the prisoner escape, you know where to find Silvio"
Keith changes into his best purple robes, extra padded, and combed his hair for a little over an hour. After that, he headed down to the fancy dinner. When he finds Amy, he taps his nose, smiling. Looking for the Captain, he grinned at Amy.
The halfling points up at the mainsail with a grin and bids Silvio farewell, heading below deck. As he passes Amy and Gleus, the Halfling gives the large man a knowing wink.
Gleus nods to Boram before turning back to Amy, "Apologies. Forget my rambling. Lets go eat, eh?" Before he goes to the dining table he takes a detour to the bunks and meets the halfling.
"So what has the 'scaliwag' managed to dig?" Gleus stumbles over the pirate term. "Is there really a secret stash on this ship? A forgotten barrel of fine dwarven ale that never made it to port?" Gleus crosses his arms and puts on a devious smile, fully expecting the halfling's claims to be meaningless hearsay.
Boram looks up at Gleus, doubt and uncertainty plastered all over his expressive face. "Not... Not ale." The halfling pauses for a long second, then steels himself: "I 'ave it on good authority that we're transportin' some h'experimental gnomish spirits. gnomish spirits.
"I 'ear they're down in the hold, big crate marked 'Volatile Ore'. O'course, I'll be stuck on watch duty durin' the feast..." Boram looks up at the foreigner expectantly.
Sarenae's blessing to you. Now ?? ask Amy.
Gleus nods to Boram before turning back to Amy, "Apologies. Forget my rambling. Lets go eat, eh?" Before he goes to the dining table he takes a detour to the bunks and meets the halfling.
" It is a good time to eat. I would also love to talk to you later about Sarenae. " states Amy to Gleus as he heads off.
"Gnomish spirits huh? That really brings me back," Gleus reminisces. "In my youth we used to know an old gnome; Gringold was his name. He used to make some vile concoctions. The funny thing about gnomish alcohol is you never know how its going to taste. Gleus gives the halfling a devious smile, "Would you dare to try some my little friend?"
Gleus and Boram make their plans. Gleus will excuse himself from the dinner partway through and, using Boram as a lookout, will attempt to lift a bottle of 'Volatile Ore'.
Amy wonders over to the captain and strikes up a conversation on the captain's observations on the health of the crew and passengers.
Keith takes the opportunity to play his trick. "Setting your hair on invisible harmless fire should do the trick."
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In the middle of his speech about the status of the voyage, the captain suddenly gives a high-pitched shriek and begins fanning his head frantically.
Boram keeps watch below deck for Gleus, trying not to get distracted by the Captain's screams up above.
" Captain? What burns? There is no fire that I can see. " ask Amy.
"Silvio thinks that the captain has partaken to heavily in the wine. It is understandable. Once you see Silvio drinking with grace and sophistication it can be alluring to follow. But what you need to remember is that Silvio is a talented man, able to hold his liquor."
"Be calm, be calm! Silvio shall fix this", Silvio urges and grabs hold of the table cloth. With a quick flick of his wrists he pulls the cloth of the table but amazingly leaves all the cuttlery untouched. With the cloth in hand he gracefully dashes over to the captain and engulfs his head in the cloth to snuff out the flames.
Keith snickers behind his wine, enjoying the chaos ensuing from his practical joke. The captain was an idiot, and now everyone knew it. He took a sip of his wine, smiling as the warm sweetness of the liquid reached his belly. At least the wine is good. And the food is fair as well. He looked toward Amy and gave her a subtle toast with his goblet.
Amy watches as the captain acts like an idiot trying to put out a fire that does not exist.
Sarenae cares about the fools too.
Amy sees the subtle toast from Keith and thinks Good job on the prank. Everyone else is laughing.
The laughter will heal the hearts and spirit of those on this long trip.
Gleus makes his way below deck, searching for the gnomish spirits. He attempts to be quiet as he goes about his journey.
The shrieking captain provides the perfect distraction for Gleus to slip away unnoticed. As he's making his way belowdecks, however, he's intercepted by Fishguts. "Heard you plottin' to steal some booze! Of course, I might forget about it if I had somethin' to wet my whistle. Somethin' exotic. I gotta prodigious thirst, ya know?" Boram, meanwhile, notices the guard is missing from Jask's cell as he heads to his lookout position. If he investigates, there'll be nobody to warn Gleus is someone comes by.
Upstairs, the captain frantically sprints around the table and buries his head in the punch bowl. A few seconds later, he lifts his dripping head and smiles with relief. "That was almost a disaster!"
" Sarenae's blessing to you captain, Are you ok? In any pain?" ask Amy the dripping wet captain.
Boram pauses, noticing the absentee guard. The halfling sailor strokes his rugged goatee in thought, then shrugs to himself with a smile. Ain't my shift yet. In fact... Mayhap I can frame the poor bugger! Ha!
Boram makes his way down into the hold, watching out for his herculean drinking buddy (and anybody else).
The shrieking captain provides the perfect distraction for Gleus to slip away unnoticed. As he's making his way belowdecks, however, he's intercepted by Fishguts. "Heard you plottin' to steal some booze! Of course, I might forget about it if I had somethin' to wet my whistle. Somethin' exotic. I gotta prodigious thirst, ya know?"
Gleus stops for a moment and stands up to the man. For a moment an awkward silence reigns and Gleus' presence is almost intimidating. However, the air quickly clears as he puts on a smile and pats the cook on the back. He leans in and whispers, "Well do I have a treat for you. I hear there is a crate of gnomish spirits down here. If you keep quiet I will be more than happy to share in the conquest..."
The captain mumbles something about getting too close to a candle and quickly excuses himself. He's clearly mortified by what happened.
Belowdecks, Gleus and Boram eventually locate a crate of Throatburn. This Gnomish whiskey is potent enough to rival Dwarvish Ale in regards to its powers of intoxication. Fishguts is ecstatic when you show him.
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The next day, the captain almost seems like a different person. Quiet and moody, he actively avoids the other passengers and focuses exclusively on sailing the ship. There are no more fancy dinner parties, and the dining room candles are replaced with covered lanterns. His ill temper infects the crew, as well, and over the next couple weeks, many of them become less cheerful. Of course, the captain's sudden ban of alcohol may have something to do with this. Fortunately, Boram, Gleus, and Fishguts manage to keep their secret crate hidden.
One day, the captain approaches each of the passengers for the first time since the disastrous dinner party. "We arrive in Eledar tomorrow. Your presence is formally requested for one final dinner together. Please dress in formalwear. Jackets for the gentlemen, and gowns for the ladies. Thank you."
Boram is recruited to be one of the waiters.
"Yer' kiddin' me, a waiter?" Boram laments to Crimson while working the rigging. "It's 'cause I'm a halfling, right? I took up seafarin' to get away from this sorta' thing!"
The slight sailor grumbles to himself the rest of the day, resolving to make a profit out of this somehow.
"We arrive in Eledar tomorrow."
Gleus lets out a howl not unlike a wolf. "Glorious news! I cannot wait to see new lands, people, and culture! Eledar!" Gleus announces as he leans out over the rails of the deck. He peers out into the distance with a childish grin, charmed by the thought of future adventure.
Gleus turns to Silvio, "Tell me sir Pazzi, are you not thrilled? I'm sure a few days ago you were certain you'd die at sea. Now you are but a day from port. Some god smiles upon you I'm sure."
One day, the captain approaches each of the passengers for the first time since the disastrous dinner party. "We arrive in Eledar tomorrow. Your presence is formally requested for one final dinner together. Please dress in formalwear. Jackets for the gentlemen, and gowns for the ladies. Thank you."
That is excellent news! While Silvio is a proficient seaman some time on land is a nice respite. Silvio shall attent the dinner and bring the greatest gift of all, namely himself!
Gleus turns to Silvio, "Tell me sir Pazzi, are you not thrilled? I'm sure a few days ago you were certain you'd die at sea. Now you are but a day from port. Some god smiles upon you I'm sure."
"Of course Silvio is thrilled. While the seafaring life resonates deeply within Silvio a change of scenery is always welcomed. While Silvio is a well-travelled man there is still many cities and cultures that have yet to meet the wonder that is Silvio Callagri Pazzi! And while Silvio's predicament may have seen as hopeless to the untrained eye, Silvio never faltered. You see, on top of Silvio's stunning looks and vast competence Silvio has a special understanding with Lady Luck. She looks after Silvio so that she may gaze upon his heroics. Can you imagine a world without Silvio Callgari Pazzi? Silvio surely can not!"
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"Of course Silvio is thrilled. While the seafaring life resonates deeply within Silvio a change of scenery is always welcomed. While Silvio is a well-travelled man there is still many cities and cultures that have yet to meet the wonder that is Silvio Callagri Pazzi! And while Silvio's predicament may have seen as hopeless to the untrained eye, Silvio never faltered. You see, on top of Silvio's stunning looks and vast competence Silvio has a special understanding with Lady Luck. She looks after Silvio so that she may gaze upon his heroics. Can you imagine a world without Silvio Callgari Pazzi? Silvio surely can not!"
Gleus silently soaks in Silvio's massive ego before roaring in agreement and laughter. He pats Silvio on the back (perhaps a little too hard) before adding, "The world certainly would not be the place it is without the great Silvio!"
Gleus silently soaks in Silvio's massive ego before roaring in agreement and laughter. He pats Silvio on the back (perhaps a little too hard) before adding, "The world certainly would not be the place it is without the great Silvio!"
”Yes, ain’t that the truth? Corentyn is but a pale shadow of its former self now that Silvio has left. But Corentyn’s loss is.. Elender, was it?.. Yes, Elender’s gain!”
Keith blinks several times and lays there until the scene begins to make sense. He turns his head and coughs up some water, slowly getting to his side. Then he seas Amy, passed out on the sand. "AMY! Amy! Oh please don't be dead... Amy. Wake up!" Once he sees she is breathing, he sighs and sits down by her, waiting for her to wake up. He looks around and sees that only a few others seem to have survived. He moves his hand to run his hand through his hair and shrieks. "My... my hair!" His voice is a small squeek as he begins to look for a brush, a shell, anything to help fix it. He rushes to get the fish, crabs, and sand out of his hair, forgetting for a moment exactly what happened... What did happen? All he truly remembers is he tried to cast a spell... A spell! Keith smiles and puts his hands in his hair. "Make my hair look perfect again! Pleasepleaseplease!"
Feeling his hair, he sighs thankfully. It felt better, so it must look and smell better, too.
Realizing that he’s lying in a compromisable position Silvio’s first order of business is straighten himself out. Which surprisingly does put some strain to his well toned muscles. Perculiar, he thinks to himself and sits up, his vision slowly returning to him. He feels the his trusty rapier missing from his belt and stiffens. But before panicking his hand continues down to his boot and feels his hidden stiletto inside. The sun once again reflects from his flawless teeth as he smiles. It is then he feels the nibbling on his ears and reaches back to grab the crab nipping at his ear. ”Everyone wants a piece of the Silvio”, he says and throws the crab over his shoulder. He starts to inspect his cloths and to his horror he finds that the most noticeable tears are beneath his armpits, over his knees and ankles. Nothing to expose his toned biceps, spectacular thighs or magnificent abs. To rectify the situation he quickly tears his shirt to brandish his chest and abdomen, flaunt his biceps and a neat breach to flaunt a hint of his toned calves. ”Much better”, he proclaims proudly and stands up with all the splendor that is Silvio Callgari Pazzi and surveys the beach for any other survivors.
Seeing Keith alive and well he compliments the warlock's hair. "Ah, friend Keith! Silvio sees that you have made it ashore as well. Silvio seems to have a memory gap as to what happened to bring Silvio unto this shore. Would you be so kind of filling in the blank?"
Keith sighs, agitated. "You can knock that off now, Silvio. We all know who you are. And I remember some of what happened..." He brushes some more sand off of his clothing, attempting a smile at the annoying man.
Any slowly comes around and feels the heat from the sun on her face, and as her eyes flutter open she can see Sarenrae's blessed sun and the seagulls flying over head. Over the crashing waves, Amy is able to hear Keith and Silvio talking. Amy stands and brushes off the sand, she notices that there are several other people on the the beach. Some are clearly dead, others severely injured and it hurts her heart. Any notices that her clothing are torn, and she sees that her integrity is intact.
" Sarenrae's blessings to you Keith and Silvio. Are you ok? I don't remember what happened, but you said you do Keith? Does any one have light injures that I can try to heal? "
Amy also looks for Gleus Hightail since she was talking to him just before the dinner.
Keith sighs, agitated. "You can knock that off now, Silvio. We all know who you are. And I remember some of what happened..." He brushes some more sand off of his clothing, attempting a smile at the annoying man.
Silvio looks at Keith with a puzzled expression. "Of course you know who Silvio is. Silvio is renowned the world around! The fact is that if you are alive, odds are that you have heard of the great Silvio Callgari Pazzi", he explains.
Keith growls under his breath. "You weren't so great waking up. If you're so great, how come the boat wrecked? Couldn't you have stopped it if you are the greatest. Now stop speaking in third person. Seriously. If you want my help and friendship. stop. Its driving me mad!" He punches the sand.
"Peace my friends. Now is not the time to fight. Help me search for other people are alive and then we need to find out where we are. And Silvio, I agree with Keith about the third person. Keith, my friend, where is your grace and peace that you have." gently states Amy.
As Amy looks down the beach, she searches for those who are alive and tries to help them.
Keith grunts at Amy, obviously a bit ashamed of himself. "It is annoying..." With that, he goes off searching for others. Soon he comes across Gleus.
"Gleus? You okay?"
Silvio's puzzled expression remains. "Silvio has trouble comprehending what you mean. Naturally there is foul play involved. Silvio does not simply doze off without reason. Therein trouble afoot, the question is what?"
" Well, Silvio. Foul play or nature's hand, the issue currently is to see if people are alive, find what we can salvage, and then find out where we are. Can you use your renowned skills and assist us?" ask Amy to the bare chested Silvio.
Amy continues to look around trying to figure out what happend, what is useful to use, and where they are.
Gleus returns to consciousness with a cough and a grunt before pulling his face out of the wet sand. He winces as pounding pain resonates in his head. He touches his cheek and his fingers bring back blood, he must have taken a blow to the head at some point. The big man slumps to his back then props himself up. He glances at Fishgut's (assumed) corpse. Poor bastard. Gleus gets up and tries to get his barrings. He sees Amy, Silvio, and Keith in the distance. He then takes a better account of himself.
He pulls the small bottle of throatburn out of his pocket, crinkles his nose in disgust and then tosses the bottle aside. I sure hope it was gnomish spirits that accounts for this bloody headache... Gleus clasps his necklace, and it comforts him. Just could not let your son die huh? Thank you Mother, Father. Then he reaches for Strogi's axe and his hand finds nothing. No. Gleus scans the beach. "No. No."
Keith grunts at Amy, obviously a bit ashamed of himself. "It is annoying..." With that, he goes off searching for others. Soon he comes across Gleus.
"Gleus? You okay?"
"No, no, no!" Gleus desperately gasps as he desperately throws wreckage around. Eventually the poor warrior admits defeat and slams his fist into the sand and slumps his shoulders. He turns to Keith, "My axe...my uncle's axe. It is lost to me. The warrior looks very sad. Keith would assume the axe had much sentimental value.
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