Amerdan races up behind Sandara, his heart pounding in his ears. If this ship is to be my grave, far better that it be by the sky's hand than Scourge's. His familiar Boreas, instinctively coils tightly around the witch's shoulder.
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Amerdan's eyes are wide open suddenly, as his body tumbles out of his hammock. Even if he falls to the ground, a weak, devilish smile plays across his face. Hearing the storm outside he thinks, The storms. At last they've come.
Amerdan gets in his hammock shortly after Jasmine, letting his otter familiar curl into a circle on his chest. We can only hope. With that he drifts into a deep sleep, preparing his body for whatever horrors are to beset them the following day.
Okay, I'm pretty sure that we have somehow angered the dice roller.
Amerdan seethes a little as he watches the gnome scurry away, eyes squinting at the array of dazzling colors. He returns to Jasmine after his failed attempt. "See?! I told you I'm not good at this!" The sea witch's voice is slightly exasperated. He huffs in indignation as he crosses his arms over his chest. "Seems as if our luck has turned against us tonight."
Amerdan sits down somewhat forcefully beside Chonchobhar. Amerdan looks at the halfling dandy with a deadpan expression. "Your clothing is very colorful," Amerdan states plainly. "Would you like to be friends?" The sea witch's now-squinted eyes do not blink, which the halfling may or may not consider unsettling.
7 days since Ned's last post...A GM email him perhaps? That might be a good idea, but the most recent post of Ned's other aliases dates to the 6th, which is only slightly more recent than his activity here.
"Why am I saddled with the dandy? In case you haven't noticed, my demeanor doesn't necessarily say 'mirth and good cheer'...!" The sea witch folds his arms muttering a "But fine, you think that's wise."
Amerdan sits on bench lining the wall, exuding an aura of grumpiness. He does, however, sway slightly side to side with the music and unenthusiastically clap along if anybody else already is.
I hope everyone knows, and Ned especially, that I as a player have nothing against Lucky. I think he's a wonderful, well-played character and an asset to the party. Amerdan, however, is a hard sell.
Amerdan narrows his eyes at the cleric as he approaches. They soften for a moment, betraying Amerdan's hostility, but he quickly narrows them again. He sighs and takes the money, "Yes, well, thank you...And good job." Amerdan at least tries to sound sincere with the final remark.
BTW, I was running the game off the books my buddy got with his subscription and he brought them back home so I'll have to snag them from him again to get the rest of the adventure rolling. There's still about 1.5 million days before the adventure really "gets rolling" so I'm going to hella speed things up if that's okay with you guys. It's an okay amount of time for RL gaming, but in PbP, we'll be doing basic ship duties for probably a year if I don't take out the cleaver. Hack away good sir! EDIT: Stupid default alias!
Amerdan nods in agreement with Jasmine's remark. "Indeed. I've been speaking with the chirurgeon, but he seems to be fairly neutral and hardly in the business of making new friends. We'll have to cast a wider net." Amerdan lowers his head, attempting to deflect any attention from his unintentional pun.
Amerdan snorts.
That's everyone I believe. ^_^
I'm game. :)
Hey, in our GM's defense, Diablo 3 starts out incredibly too. But yes, looks like we'll just have to hang tight and see what happens.
I'm still here too, just lurking until Amerdan makes his next move. Hope your laptop issues are solved swiftly and thriftly! :)
Amerdan watches on with beleaguered amusement. He's not a violent man, but he's not without some sense of schadenfreude either. "Careful, Jasmine, your pockets are not without their bottoms."
Amerdan looks on with his usual silent detachment as he feeds crumbs to Boreas. "Spirits protect you, Seijiro. They tell me you'll need it." The witch smirks at his own last remark.
Amerdan is woefully non-proficient in a bunch of things. I'll see if I can get my hands on a quarterstaff. Probably a good idea to sell everything else and divide the coin among us.
Let us try to be as brief as possible. It's not as if I'm eager to return to our assignments, but the less time spent in the bilges the better. We've been fortunate that our stomachs have endured the smell thus far, we shouldn't press our luck. Amerdan takes to investigating their surroundings along with the others.
Amerdan moves to flank the rat behind Seijiro, attempting to move without provoking attacks of opportunity.
With three punctuated, sharp gestures and a deep intake of breath, Amerdan opens his mouth and emits the sound of a deep, tremulous thunder.
Amerdan accepts the dagger from Jasmine with a white-toothed smile and a nod. The otter sniffs the dagger as he slips into his belt, since it no doubt smells better than his master does. "Besides the poor soul that was tortured at our first Bloody Hour? No, nothing and no one." Amerdan moves to help open the door, responding to Jasmine's second question as he does. "I've been considering Boreas, after the northern wind."
Amerdan sighs, not really looking forward to harming animals, but as an herbalist, he understands the threat of disease that they present. He works diligently.
He nods a silent affirmative to Ned's request and joins the others within a moment's notice.
Amerdan tries to keep his head down, especially considering the trouble Ned has gotten himself into. Like Jasmine, he eats, gets his assignment, and depending on its difficulty, he may or may not try to get in an extra action.
GM- After today actions, can we chunk some time together and fast forward to an event? I too am totally on board with that. :)
Amerdan nods, "Agreed." The witch lets Habbly return to his game of dice and smiles to himself as he takes his leave, pleased that his persistence afforded him some small victory. When he returns to the hammocks, he finds that everyone else has already fallen asleep. The second his head touches the canvas hammock, Amerdan's lost to dreams of his own, the otter curled on his chest. He awakes to Jasmine's prods the following morning, strangely alert, despite the rum's lingering effects on his constitution.
After downing his spirits, Amerdan approaches the carpenter-surgeon once more, empty cup of rum in hand. He sets himself down next to him and looks the man squarely in the eyes. "I don't believe we got off the on the right foot earlier. I didn't mean to imply that you were unfamiliar with the herbs I mentioned, of course you are. I, however, know nothing of surgery and didn't want to ask to learn from you while offering nothing in return. I believe only in fair bargains. Is there anything I can offer you in return for a share of your knowledge?"
Amerdan smiles weakly at Ned's response, pleased that the cad can at least recognize his own shortcomings. When Cut-Throat comes by, Amerdan goes for the straight rum and makes a show of it. The witch chugs it hard and slams his cup down on the table.
"The boy's not much to talk ain't he?" "The wise know when to still their tongues," says Amerdan plainly.
Amerdan face is sulken, yet somehow simultaneously painted with revulsion at Lucky Ned's mirth. He glances down to Jasmine's hand before looking up to meet her gaze.
I'm in the final stretch of writing my master's thesis so the last few days have been a little spotty for me. Still, Amerdan's fairly taciturn as it is, so I doubt anyone noticed. Will we be retcon-ing out Allysen or just assuming she's MIA or...?
Amerdan visibly rolls his eyes at Lucky Ned's smarm. After his own failed attempts to make friends aboard the Wormwood, he has little appetite to watch someone else laying it on thick. "Yes, perhaps returning inside would be best." Amerdan pulls the otter from his shoulders and holds it possessively as he waits for the others to agree.
He's clingin to your dodo for dear life!Bah...let the bastard drown. Ha. Classic Jasmine.
Amerdan watches on with detached interest as the drowning man is brought aboard. Another soul come to die.
Amerdan arrives in the galley in time for dinner and is cut off by Jasmine en route. He returns a somber nod to her subtly vivacious complaint of the evening meal and drags himself to his meal. He joins the others, sighing as he settles down, offering the first bit to his otter before picking at the food himself. He's not hungry at the moment, but he resigns himself to eat, knowing he needs his strength. Amerdan hums softly along with Seijiro's lament, but doesn't join in on the reel or shanty. He smiles weakly at Jasmine when he can; a silent thanks for her kindness, regardless of whether or not she offers it sincerely.
Amerdan stutters before leaving, obviously taken aback by the carpenter's reaction. He gives a silent nod before departing. Deftly handled, Amerdumb. Now, just open your mouth a few more times and then you will won't have any friends on this vessel. Amerdan returns to his duties even more sullen than he was before. He realizes that he has little experience with other people, but he's nevertheless confounded that all of his attempts at friendliness have been rebuffed or misconstrued.
Confused and upset, Amerdan masks his emotions by throwing himself into his work. Mending the sails reminds him of stitching wounds back on Tempest Cay and for the first time since his abduction, Amerdan's homesickness hits him like a fist to the stomach.
Indeed, we're in need of some muscle with our ranger gone. :(
Knowing that he needs to get his healer's kit returned to him soon and that the ship's carpenter could easily fashion him a quarterstaff, Amerdan attempts to buddy up with Habbly Quarne. If Amerdan can find the man, he'll approach him with the following: "You are called Habbly, am I right? I understand that we share a common interest in medicine. While I have little experience in surgery, I am a practiced herbalist and I can help sedate your patients before surgery. I also know the herbs that soften pain, bring on sleep, and speed recovery. Perhaps we could both benefit from an exchange of our knowledge?"
Amerdan nods his head in agreement with Seijiro's remark. "He's vile. I can only imagine what sort of man the captain is if he suffers Scourge to be in his service. Well, besides unfriendly, that is. But Jasmine is right, it seems like we are being set up for failure. Oh, and death." Amerdan's tone is somewhat sardonic at that last remark. His trust of the others is steadily increasing.
Amerdan stares at her dumbfounded.So much for that idea... The witch lowers his head in a gesture of apology. "I didn't mean to offend." Over a hundred gallons? Bloody pirates.
Amerdan looks up at Sandara for a moment before looking down at the otter once more. "Yes, 'or something.'" When his rum rations comes round, he tries to dump it. He was already fatigued when he had some the day before, but now that he's responsible for another life, he realizes that he has to keep his wits about him aboard the Wormwood.
After discreetly disposing of his rations, he stares into his now empty cup, wondering how long he can keep this up. Looking back to Sandara once more he asks in hushes whispers, "Sandara, what do you think would happen if the Wormwood ran out of rum?"
Nifty combat plan, Jasmine. Fun off-topic discussion for our players: Did you strongly consider any other character concepts to submit for this game, and if so, what were they? |