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6 posts. Alias of Kludde.


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Whar are you trying to do? Drown yerself? Ulamon asks.

He then walks off, singing

Oh Desna! We sing so loud!
Oh Desna! We sing so proud!


Hagrym:

Hagrym climbs over the prow, down the bow of the ship. Before he manages to reach the large, a sudden wave knocks him off-balance, and he plunges into the waters below. Splashing and sputtering, he is soon noticed by Ulamon, the navigator, who throws him a rope form the side of the ship, heaving up a very soaked dwarf.

Watcha tryin' a' do there, chief? Going for a swim? Now's not the right weather for that. he says, with a slight smile.


Yea, these elf supremacists. Pteh he says, as he spits on the floor, a near-miss on the aquatic elf. Still, murdering one outright? That would make as bad as them, wouldn't? Ah, yea, The polished Barnacle, a fine ship she was. I have the ring right here. I would gladly donate it to your cause.

The captain's not the strongest type, is he? Here's to him being punished harshly for his failure, the idiot. I'm sure Marzack would make a far better captain.

Stowaway? Snig, you mean? Check the forward cargo hold, that's the usual place to find him.


The aquatic elf prisoner cringes a bit, even if that last remark was in plain Taldane.

I don think it was that other elf, so must've been you, yea. Ulamon responds. Not sure where Thanzeril was, shouldn't he have been guarding that cabin?


Ain' seen a lot, las' night. I was' just finished setting the course for the next day - captain's orders - then wen' down to me bunk. Did hear someone get up when the ruckus started, just after that big elf ran by.

As Azura hears the man speak, she feels there's something about the way he pronounced 'captain'.

GM Rolls:

1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6


Ulamon is the big, sturdy feller manning the steering wheel on the aft deck. He is a direct talker, but has an air of mystery - some voodoo from a different country - around him. If Azura didn't know any better, he could be the cause of the wind that blew through Azura's hair.

Ain't a prison ship, m'lady, don' have a brig here. But you can leave 'im here, and I'll keep an eye on 'im. I'm here all day.