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"No...No!" Arven looks distraught as the two girls plunge off the cliffs edge and into the sea. He goes to the edge and looks down to see where the women splash into the deep blue. Grumbling to himself that the girls are just too reckless, and how can he protect their pretty little forms when they go do daft things (that are his natural inclination). He decides to climb down protecting their treasure, rather than enjoy the thrill of a dive.
"Ain't so pretty as your leg Serenna, and with it being hollow, won't be as strong neither." The barbarian gives Serenna the best of his wooden leg wisdom, whilst all the time looking at Serenna's natural leg, his eyes wandering up and down. Coming out of his daze, he smiles confidently as he continues, "Can't say I know what all these pictures and words mean, best let our happy face Salty take a look, he has his own book like this." After a quick look around the heights, Arven starts to climb down again back to the boat with the new found treasure,
Arven climbs up after the two young ladies, although after his exertions in the fight he climbs up slowly He looks across to Salty, "You'd be best to stay below, in case something drops, that shouldn't." as he sees Salty having trouble with climbing the rock. Once at the top, he looks down at the corpse, "ladies, best leave this to me, just give me some rope to tie round his leg and we can pull it up." He suggests his body glistens with the sweat that comes from his torso after the climb.
Happy New Year everyone ... yep glad to be back in again ... 2017 starts ... I think most PBPs have a rest over the Xmas break ... gather the energies to go again .... ;-)
"Salty" Arven shouts as he sees his strange friend in the clutches of the crab. He immediately goes into a rage and strikes with all his strength against the creature, moving out of the way of the creepy little crabs.
Arven: 1 of 14 rounds 65HPs AC 16
Arven sees the small boat in danger from the large ogre crab, he climbs down onto the boat to help Elo and Salty, their danger all too apparent. "Elo, Salty, behind me whilst this creature threatens us all." He says as he readies his shield in place, and taking up a defensive position. "But use your bombs and whatever you have against its children and this vicious sea creature."
Arven, is happy to give tribute to Besmara, one of the many gods that protect him, when they find their way to town. Always happy to oblige the girls, Arven offers to climb the arch, though he asks if anyone has some useful magics that might help him, either to climb more safely or to fall more gently. If he falls he asks that Lhinneth catch him and save him from great injury. Although he will also cosy up to Elo, putting his arm round her waist and asking that she help him, if he is injured in the attempt. Looking through the supplies, he finds a couple of useful things, a climbers kit and extra rope. Using these he attempts the ascent. He ties the rope to himself and as he ascends the rope is attached to the pitons on the rock face/arch.
Yep .. good idea ...
I would take you up on the knowledge, but I just don't have any ... :-) ... save nature ...
I suppose none have animate dead/control undead so the corpse can unscrew the leg and drop it down to us? If we could do that, we could drop anchor and get it in the morning? Or do we have levitate, would that work ....
Arven looks astonished at Lhinneths' outburst, not sure who it was really directed to, but definitely happy to share his 'Mojo' with the woman fighter. He smiles and putting his finger across his lips, he motions to Lhinneth to come to him. He whispers in her ear, "You don't have to be so loud, let's share some Mojo together." as he attempts to kiss her cheek, his mouth being so close to speak the words. .... Arven helps get the treasure down from the hut ... ... happy to go on with the voyage.
Arven was just about to reprimand Lhinneth for killing the siren with her mighty blow, but instead blinks his eyes, puts his fingers in his ears, twisting and turning as if removing a blockage. He stares at the body of the siren, lying dead on the deck, and rubs his eyes vigorously. "Umm, you know, I don't understand why I thought her so attractive. Actually she's not my type at all..." Arven looks up at Linneth and smiles, "Nice shot, fancy some rum and relax for a while?" A cheerful glint in his eye and a look of esteem and marvelling at her mastery of the fan. Now that it seems the danger has passed.
"Noooo" Arven says as he runs and jumps at the sails to go and protect the wondrous lady, whose body is so delectable and voice like the ocean's sweetest sound. "Stop Lhinneth! Stop Serrenna!, just cos you're jealous of her beauty, there's no need to be so vicious and show aggression to her. Leave her be, just cos she's my favourite." Arven says getting angry at his friends actions.
"My sweet..." says Arven as he climbs to the woman.
Arven swim to the rock and starts to climb up to the beautiful woman whose voice is like that of an angel, but one with a devilish side. "I'm coming my beloved, I shall be with you, you are safe with me! "
Before Arven answers the call, he seeks out Serrenna to use his magic stick to augment Arven's natural armor. He then proceeds upstairs and stops for a moment looking about before .....
"Cap'n" Arven broaches carefully, "the girls tell me when we signed, you said you knew where this hoard was?" his voice full of self doubt. "I know a pretty lady as yourself wouldn't try and pull the wool over our eyes, but ...." his voice tails off into the sound of the sea and the wind.
I know how it goes, welcome back to health (hopefully, you've recovered now Lhinneth). I get like that, procrastination is time well spent thinking about what you should do!!!! ;-)
Seeing the captain smirk, Arven wonders about her.
Arven unable to keep it to one word, answers the woman "I'm in need of a little cash, women can be so expensive at the temple. But then I met these lovely ladies." he winks at all present except Salty, "And I couldn't help myself."
Hey guys, was feverishly upset last night over US elections, getting back to game now... So was the rest of the world.... well I know a lot of people who are worried. In the UK, the government/Tory press think its undemocratic for trade unions to vote in blocks, given a majority vote in the union. Oh that's the same system you vote in the president, put state for trade union .... Funny old world ..... But seriously, its a worrying time.
Arven tres to befriend Yamtisy and Belina, both taking turns at the nest and dong jobs for Yamtisy making good the sails and the rigging.
Once on the high seas, he feels the ship hit the swells, his stomach turns, but he keeps the churning down where it belongs, until after few hours his sea legs return.
Quick change of tack on the feat for Arven, change from extra rage power to Iron Will .... sorry, I misunderstood a bit of the rage power.
Arven 5th level barbarian
Arven spends his time making good the rigging, and other chores around the ship. When not working or chatting to the ladies, he spends time getting fresh food and fishing.
Arven sqirms a bit under the half-orcs touch, but feels somewhat better after rest, before Elo touches him with her magic stick. Arven looks up at Elo with gratitude, "our stick is different than mine, shame mine doesn't do that as well." Arven: Rage 2 of 12 daily Current rage 1 round HPs: 53 - 5 - 8 - 6 = 34 AC: 12 (no shield, rage, no mage armor) AC 18, touch 14, flat-footed 13 (+3 Dex, +1 dodge, +3 shield, +1 Ring of Prot) Wand of Mage Armor 3 of 50 used
"Nice looking ring, mind if I try it on?" Arven asks as he looks to Elo,his wounds still deep and red, bruises showing. "Well if there ain't no one can help with these wounds, I may as well sleep them off."
Arven takes the first mate to the corpses of the two assassins, "Seems you are too late for a bit of fun. You know these sneaks, that come in the night and try to kill us." When Llinneth describes the fight above against the Tengu, Arven takes the first mate to the remains of the dead. "This is the one killed by Elo and Llinneth, not much left, but do you know him? 'Spect this is the one Cap'n warned us about." Arven moves the corpse, searching it for anything of use. "Well Horemheb, I guess we can have a drink to the failure of these sneaks and sleep well again. Although, if there's anyone can help me heal up a bit, these wounds are a bit deep." Arven asks his comrades if any have skills in healing wounds.
Arven: Rage 2 of 12 daily HPs:
Arven looks for the enemy before, opening the door, taking a pace inside and shaking the first mate, waking him from his slumbers. "Sorry to wake you mate, but we've had visitors. They ain't been very friendly. There's still at least one running around with a couple of knives, they are a bit sharp!" He says as he points to the bloody injuries he hs sustained.
With nothing to attack, Arven calms down and moves towards the snoring first mate, "Here little one, the steel still awaits your guts, just like your girlfriend." he says menacingly. He moves to stand guard outside Horemleb's cabin, the snoring Horemheb inside, he looks for any extra protection, any shields he could pick up and use, near the firstmate. Whilst keeping an eye out for the pesky halfling.
Arven feels his wrath grow against these two halfling foes, moving to get to an advantageous position, "Don't think your head start will stop your death, Feel my Steel, little ones." as his body seems to grow and the rage takes him. With his cutlass in both hands he strikes at the halfling.
Arven: Rage 2 of 12 daily Current rage 1 round HPs: AC: 12 (no shield, rage, no mage armor)
Arven puts on a big puppy face at Serenna's reply, though his body language seems very relaxed. "Sometime your gonna have to traust me with your back you know Serenna!" He turns from Serenna, smiling and starts towards the ships railings looking out over the waters.
"Anyone need a massage, Serenna?" Arven asks mischievously, "Can be very relaxing ..."
Feeling a little better as time passes, Arven gets his back into loading the ballista and heaving it round, following Serenna's instructions with a big smile. "Ya seem to have your eye in now, Serenna! Good shot" he says cocking his head to her.
Arven helps Serenna take a pot shot.... but doesn't seem to be helping that much ...
With no immediate threat, just some flying ugly woman, Arven relaxes against the a mast, "Wanna a hand Serenna?" he asks as he makes his way to the ballista.
Arven immediately starts to rage at having his sleep disturbed by this flying ugly creature that tried to bite him. "Come kiss my steel, fishy, fishes are for eating."
Arven:
Hearing some sort of conflagration going on, Arven rubs his eyes and gets up, trying to make out what all the fuss is about. He gets up holding his cutlass, "Will someone tell me what's going on?"
Arven snores, dreaming of the soft delicate skin and the fragrance of perfume from the priestess in port, like so many others before him.
Arven, sits his back resting against the mast, "Lovely idea." he agrees as Serenna outlines the plan, "But I suggest changing the crows nest every 4 hours, my eyes get tired after 4 hours and might well gently close...." he hums to the others and smiles. Looking forward to a nice quiet time before they sail.
Arven looks down at his side and smiles when he sees his trusty cutlass ready. Hearing the gentle lap of the sea against the bows, he relaxes, "Aye, Aye matey, so we're the muscle against allcomers, including a Tengu with something against the cap'n." He looks up at the rigging and the mast, "Not bad, not the best, but not the worst lady I every been on. Not sure I'd call her a princess though." he chuckles at his own joke, spoken to no-one in particular. "So Lhinneth my beauty, you wanna rest here and wait for company, sounds like fun! So you staying with us Horemheb, or are you gonna leave US in charge of this fine specimen of a ship all on our own." Arven asks cheerfully, although there is a little mischief in his voice. "Being as you have a spyglass, would it be too much to borrow it, whoever is on watch, might give us the drop on this rogue Tengu?" he asks and continues, "and is the crows nest safe, I mean this beauty does have a crows nest doesn't it? to catch sight of other birds looking for a home." he laughs, at yet another of his jokes. "Elo, no need to look for trouble, not when it will either come to us or not at all! Have some time to relax, life on the ship won't be so lazy once we set sail. "
Arven watches Salty's response to the man with the spyglass. "Guess he won't be a friend then!" he laughs. "Perhaps he'll give us marks for how beautifully we row." as he spits on his hands one at a time and dips the blade into the water, pulling back quietly and strongly. The boat surging onwards towards the ship.
"Do you know how to treat a good man?" Arven leers at the quartermaster, "If you have the boat, oars and rug, I've the body to row you to a spot for lovin'." He straightens up, turning and winking at Serenna, waiting for the abuse, that he is sure to follow from Iulia's dak, sharp tongue. Hopefully the command in the abuse won't be too onerous.
Arven shrugs, taking one of the men over his shoulder and carrying him back, "Either of you two girls want a lift back on the other shoulder, plenty of room for a little one." as he attempts to pat Serenna's behind, giving her plenty of warning to avoid the little tap. .
After the initial shock of Elo's greeting and being offered to accept her, Arven's eyes open wider, "I will accept your ... ummm .. moon's glow on my body anytime, welcome to our ... umm " The man's chest ripples as he shows his muscles, and winks to his two female shipmates. Though as he ends his sentence, it peters into nothing from the confusion as to what to call his companions. Now the girls have competition, even if this Elo sounds a bit harsh. A challenge maybe.
Arven claps Salty on the back with a big friendly swing, pushing the half-orc forward a pace or two. "Well, me matey, you're sure a quiet one, that is until you want the girls to play with your toys. And boastful too." The big savage is in good spirits after the fight listening and enjoying the banter, despite the flies that buzz annoyingly round his head. His big hands clap in front of him, he looks at the palms, and two black blotches of squashed fly look back at him. "See if I am not the most ruthless killer of the fauna here." he laughs some more and starts to groan, I mean make an effort at singing. He though does play with his new toy, the longbow in his hands, "Gonna have to buy some arrows when I get back."
As Arven watches the drake fall to Salty's blow, there is slight raising of an eyebrow and nodding of the head in the alchemist's direction. Maybe a new found appreciation of the strange half-orc and his bottles of ... well whatever they are. "Nice shot Salty, mate, if them bottles of yours contain some rum, we should drink to a fight well fought." and laughs, raising his spear in triumph. He joins the others as they search and investigate the area, following the signs of the drakes activity, the darkened and shriveled plants, where acid had dripped from the beasts jaws as they flew, the claw marks on the boughs of trees. It all seems so much clearer now that the threat from them has passed. He watches on as his companions find the trophies in the river drakes nest. Girls, he asks politely, "I have nothing to fight with from distance, save this spear. Would you mind if I took that bow, I need to have something like that to be effective against our enemies at distance?" He winks at Lhinneth, "Not that distance should come between us." his cheeky voice returning once again. |