"Ah. Well Mr. Lonn, beneath that rough exterior I think you are a decent human being, as far as that goes." She smiles to let him know that was a joke. ""If I ever acheive the power and knowledge to cast such a spell, I will happily help."
"Is there anything I can do to help? Is it the sea air or is there it due to an affliction or similar that I could try to heal?"They say that this requires magic so expensive that few people can afford it... Not to mention that it is not entirely clear where to look for such a healer. It's cancer. Well... I've lived longer than most in this war anyway, it's a sin to complain.
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If you need more hands, just tell me, Captain.
"Bring the sails to full. We are going to outrun these Zils," says the captain. He turns to Beren.
"What is your name, sir!"
"Unless it happens to be our profound luck that you will head all the way around Darguun so that you can head upriver to Rhukaan Draal ... Jacen d'Orien at your service.""Greeting and thank you for providing transport for us. Our listed destination is Darguun I believe but if you are headed further, such as closer to Arthuun we would be happy to pay extra for that destination."
"Ah. Well Mr. Lonn, beneath that rough exterior I think you are a decent human being, as far as that goes." She smiles to let him know that was a joke. ""If I ever acheive the power and knowledge to cast such a spell, I will happily help."
"Lia is astute in this observation; were I ever to achieve the power and influence to direct such a spell to be cast, I too would happily do so. Our world needs people of good character, stick around Mister Beren."
"Captain, when I said "at your service" as we met, it was not a platitude. You hereby have rights to claim your vessel as an official charter of House Orien. Not all pirates might care ... other vessels quite possibly could."
"Captain, when I said "at your service" as we met, it was not a platitude. You hereby have rights to claim your vessel as an official charter of House Orien. Not all pirates might care ... other vessels quite possibly could."
The captain nods and asks, "Do you have an Orien flag, heir Jacen?"
"Handy, probably not. But the correct application of some minor magics could get us through in a pinch."
Jacen looks around at the team
"Can anyone else cast the Presitigation spell they learned as a novice? It would make this work shorter ..."
Jacen sets about using Presitigation to create ORIEN
To re-color whatever flag is currently being flown aboard the ship
Karsh'e stares blankly at Jacen in response to the quesiton. But when the dragon-marked scion begins to work on the map, the half-orc steps forward. "I can change colors too."
The flag changes to that of a flag Orien. Thus, the ship is now flying Orien colors. The Zil ship is still in your path. There's time to change course to avoid the Zilargo ship, that's for sure.
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Lia readies her bow.
"Can we avoid them, captain?"
"Also, fantastic idea with the flag!"
Lia readies her bow.
"Can we avoid them, captain?""Also, fantastic idea with the flag!"
"It is meant to change the conversation ... and the stakes. Pirates are cowards, generally. So where they will happily attack a free trader with no ties other than a guild, they know it is possible attacking a House-Allied ship is a crap shoot. Attacking a ship carrying a scion of a House with access to all the divination and retaliation magic they could want MAY not be every pirates cup of tea. We will certainly see."
"What is your name, sir!"
Name's Beren... Command.
"Alright, Sir . . . Beren. Right now we are watching, and since we are waving an Orien flag right now, maybe they would be deterred. You must be good with a crossbow."
Most of those who could say that don't say anything anymore.
Lambda steps away from its chosen spot by a railing. "I am also trained in the use of crossbows. In addition, I can fire spikes out to a range of 180 feet." it says, indicating some of the spikes on its carapace.
"Well, let's see how close they get..."
The Zil ship is getting closer. You are not head on with it, just that it's getting closer.
An imminent fight is not a difficult conclusion. Karsh'e hurries below deck to get his weapons.
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Suddenly, the Zil ship changes course and turns about. The ship, being red and green in color, still displayed the Zilargo colors.
"Whew," said the captain. "Everyone stand down! We'll hold our course until we reach Darguun."
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Lie sighs in relief.
"I say it was the flag. Good job on that one guys!"
Lie sighs in relief.
"I say it was the flag. Good job on that one guys!"
"I say it was the flag ... and our good fortune the flag mattered to the other captain. Out here, that is very much not always the case. My pleasure to have helped."
"Never underestimate the advantages of good breeding." he says with a chuckle.
"Apparently, of course," says the captain. "Call me Harlock."
"Apparently, of course," says the captain. "Call me Harlock."
"Very much my pleasure Captain Harlock."
Karsh'e comes back on deck dressed for a party that's apparently not happening.
Lambda watches impassively, keeping its eyes on the other ship, just in case this is a ruse of some sort.
Lambda watches impassively, keeping its eyes on the other ship, just in case this is a ruse of some sort.
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23
The Zil ship is still sailing in another direction. It's not changing course to intercept, but it was a good idea to watch the other ship.
Beren shrugs his shoulders. Lucky, he thinks, but luck won't always be with us.
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Karsh'e ponders the importance of flags while he returns his combat gear to his pack.
Harlock, the captain, says: "Steady as she goes, and hopefully we won't have to deal with pirates."
After two days of sailing, the Princess Anne soon found itself crossing the last of Zil territory and entering Darguun territory. A light breeze has been pushing the ship, and you were lucky that you haven't encountered any storms, yet.
Captain Harlock is looking through a spyglass. "Lucky us we haven't dealt with any pirates."
Tell me what you are doing on the ship. Especially you, Karsh'e.
Karsh'e spends the rest of the journey struggling through mundane chores assigned by Mr. Greene. The half-orc bears it all patiently.
Today Karsh'e is on the forecastle, sitting in the shade of the leeward rail, mending and splicing lines. It's something Karsh'e does to Mr. Greene's actual satisfaction, because it's very similar to mending nets for fish weirs back at home. While he works, he quietly recites The Green Dragon's Lay in orcish.
Drink moderately. Smoke a lot. Look at the water philosophically. Think about the impermanence of an empty and meaningless life.
"So what is it with the smoking?" Escher asks to Beren. "I've never understood that." He doesn't seem to be judging, just actually curious.
A habit acquired in the war. He flicks the ashes into the sea. It's killing me, but my body has already adjusted so much to this poison that the absence of this poison will kill me even faster. About like life itself, right?
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Lia spends a good bit of time on deck either reading, just watching the water and some time in silent meditation. She mostly stops needling Beren, fearful that she might actually have angered him a little.
While she doesn't often start conversations, if the others show interest in discussions she will join in and share any parts of her background she deems sharable, including one or two stories about temple pranks when she was younger that will likely result in a shocked look or a few laughs.
"Captain, someone's off the starboard bow!" says someone in the crow's nest.
Harlock looks in the pointed direction with his spyglass. "Looks like someone on drift wood, we'll have to save him."
There is only so much that non-cantrip level can be practiced, but Jacen gave everything to trying. While he knew that after the Orien Flag Gambit he was unlikely to be asked much else, he frequently sent jolts out to clear the rigging of birds, even using minor telekinesis to remove some of the carcases.
He also prompted Karsh'e to ensure that he was informed when there was something broken that he might attend to; it wasn't even all that glamourous to mend things with magic, but it was certainly convenient. He knew the crew had been admonished not to bother him, but he freshened and re-colored a few adornments for them anyway.
With Lia, he found a waelth of information that he would never find in the House. He allows himself to indulge his curiousity as well, because he never really understood the politics of the Sibling Kings as related to The Undying Court; finally, he could speak to someone who knew.
"Captain, someone's off the starboard bow!" says someone in the crow's nest.
Harlock looks in the pointed direction with his spyglass. "Looks like someone on drift wood, we'll have to save him."
"Are they conscious?"
"Are they conscious?""Captain, someone's off the starboard bow!" says someone in the crow's nest.
Harlock looks in the pointed direction with his spyglass. "Looks like someone on drift wood, we'll have to save him."
"They appear not to be, be careful," answered the captain.
"They appear not to be, be careful," answered the captain."Are they conscious?""Captain, someone's off the starboard bow!" says someone in the crow's nest.
Harlock looks in the pointed direction with his spyglass. "Looks like someone on drift wood, we'll have to save him."
Karsh'e carefully places his work aside and gets up. He spins slowly to look, hands held above his eyes to shade them from sunlight, over the bulwark at the castaway.
Knowing that he would sink in the water, Escher gets a coil of rope ad secures it to the gunwale. "If you can get the rope to him, I'll hoist them up."
"They appear not to be, be careful," answered the captain."Are they conscious?""Captain, someone's off the starboard bow!" says someone in the crow's nest.
Harlock looks in the pointed direction with his spyglass. "Looks like someone on drift wood, we'll have to save him."
About 10 feet.
How far to the driftwood raft?
About 15 feet.
Knowing that he would sink in the water, Escher gets a coil of rope ad secures it to the gunwale. "If you can get the rope to him, I'll hoist them up."
One of the sailors is on it. He runs to you and helps you secure the rope to the gunwale.
Bursting into motion for the first time in several hours, Lambda moves to assist Escher and the sailor in securing the rope.
Bursting into motion for the first time in several hours, Lambda moves to assist Escher and the sailor in securing the rope.
"I can get the rope to him, but unless we can wake them, that won't help all that much. Do any of us swim? It isn't something I am good at ... "
"I can swim. My village is surrounded by marsh and lakes. Throw me the line once I'm there."
Karsh'e straps off his gear except for a knife. The half-orc steps unto the top of the rail and jumps toward the driftwood raft. Then he strokes toward the raft.
Lia watches Karsh'e dive off. She also drops everything heavy she may have with her except a dagger, as she is not walking around fully armed and armored at the moment, and waits to see if she needs to jump in to assist.
"Be careful. Let me know if you need help with him."
"I can swim. My village is surrounded by marsh and lakes. Throw me the line once I'm there."
Karsh'e straps off his gear except for a knife. The half-orc steps unto the top of the rail and jumps toward the driftwood raft. Then he strokes toward the raft.
swim, if I can't take 10: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
You can take ten.
You swim out to the driftwood and find it's a boy about twelve. A half-elf boy. He wakes up and weakly says, "Sahuagin."
"I can swim. My village is surrounded by marsh and lakes. Throw me the line once I'm there."
Karsh'e straps off his gear except for a knife. The half-orc steps unto the top of the rail and jumps toward the driftwood raft. Then he strokes toward the raft.
swim, if I can't take 10: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
You can take ten.
You swim out to the driftwood and find it's a boy about twelve. A half-elf boy. He wakes up and weakly says, "Sahuagin."
\Jacen casts telekinetic hand and sends the unattached end of the rope down to Karsh'e ...
Lambda hesitates. It can also swim, but is of only marginal skill, and despite knowing that its metal form can be propelled through the water, it still is concerned about sinking. When Karsh'e dives in, it is relieved.
> He wakes up and weakly says, "Sahuagin."
It seems we should expect guests.
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