"Some big trees 'ere," Boldwin remarks as they land on the beach. As he ties some of the water casks to his pack, he looks about for any signs of movement.
Search Posts
"Good. I could use a vacation," Boldwin remarks, joining the others.
"Washed away my arse," Boldwin mutters, not at all pleased by the development. "I'll ask some o' my drinkin' buds." Any chance he gets, Boldwin will ask friendly or helpful crew members about Sandara and Rosie's whereabouts.
His beard whipping about in the wind, Boldwin attempts to move to Sh'torek's aid. However, he finds himself just barely keeping his balance, leaving him unable to even take a step.
"Gonna take more than that to take me down, ye slimy, big-'eaded scalawag!" Boldwin bellows over the wind as he swings at the creature that attacked him with his brass knuckles.
Oh, yeah, so not sure who the original members of the Man's Promise are who've still stuck around, but they're the ones Victoriana would want to use diplomacy on. IIRC, all of the other sailors from the Man's Promise got taken away on the Wormwood. Don't quote me on that though. Also, I should probably act out my influence attempts more. Boldwin is apparently turning into quite the ladies' man. :P
Boldwin spends much of his free time chatting up his fellow crewmembers - or at least, the ones that did not seem to outright hate his guts.
"Aye, so ye noticed too," Boldwin replies when Dhugal speaks to him and the others, "I don't trust Plugg as far as I can throw 'im. He already tried to get Sh'torek 'ere killed."
Oh, I know. Was a little short on time so I just posted that. I'll be posting to interact with everyone else and whatnot.
"I dunno. I don't like this one bit though," Boldwin answers, frowning.
"Boldwin," the dwarf says simply to Nthanda, whether she heard his name already or not. "And uh, sorry 'bout wavin' me sword at ya. Usually more of a fisticuff kinda guy. Nothin' personal, y'see."
"Feisty one," Boldwin remarks in regards to Victoriana as she walks away. As someone who regularly put a beer in someone's hand after punching them out, it did not seem at all odd to him that the newly pressganged crew mates were expected to work with them. He then claps Sh'torek on the back, chuckling. "Well, least you ain't gettin' yer ass keelhauled. Saves us the trouble of worryin' about it."
Whoops, thought he was at friendly for some reason. Thanks!
It felt odd, having his skin magicked-up by the new amulet that now hung down from his neck. He was never much of a jewelry person either. But he was not about to start complaining about loot, of all things. All too glad to have a break from all the work they had to put up with, Boldwin enjoys the party. He takes the chance to meet up with Kroop and have a drink with him, taking the opportunity to embellish the story of their victory in as wildly a matter as one might think possible. Perhaps it would sound better if they were a bit more drunk, at any rate.
He tries to spread the cheer to Tilly Bracket and Badger Medlar, but with little in the way of success.
Not seeing much point in trying to rub elbows with more unfriendly types, Boldwin spends the rest of the time hanging out with Rosie, drinking while trying to invent new curse words that sound progressively more stupid the more he drinks.
Round 11
Round 9
Boldwin steps away and swings his blade at one of the fleeing sailors.
Round Eight
Boldwin shouts out in pain as the gnome's flames burn his arms and singe his beard.
The dwarf swings his blade at the dark-skinned woman more out of reflex than skill, whiffing the blow terribly.
Boldwin will push past Ambrose and swing his cutlass at the same sailor as Dhugal.
Round 6
Cursing his clumsiness, Boldwin pulls himself onto the deck, promptly drawing his cutlass as opposed to his brass knuckles for once. The sword just seemed more appropriate for the pirate mood. Noticing that the captain is being snuck up on, the dwarf hesitates for a brief moment, recalling Harrigan's rule. Ah, to 'ell with it. "Cap'n, behind you!" he shouts out to him.
Well, I think the important point for the time being is that we are not the ones in charge. Regardless of alignment, we were all pressganged; we are expected to obey. Things might change later on, but I think our "just deal with it" attitude will take us a long way. We are already miserable, so being told to do evil stuff is a given. That being said, Boldwin is a survivor.
Dropping the rope, Boldwin grits his teeth and makes the jump!
The hook bounces off and misses the railing entirely. The dwarf curses under his breath, drawing the rope back in.
"Sounds good to me," Boldwin replies with a nod.
Boldwin double checks his gear, making sure that his weapons are intact.
Ended up going with Improved Bull Rush. Archetype supports it and it's always fun to shove enemies around. At any rate, Ambrose tried, but I'm not confident in that roll. I guess we're just setting our bets on Sh'torek surviving it.
"Aye, we got some friends 'ere, but pullin' somethin' like that'll jus' get us killed," Boldwin grunts, "But toughenin' 'im up? Maybe somethin' to stop 'im from gettin' torn up. Sounds a bit risky though."
It's less the drowning and more the crap on the bottom of the ship that cuts you up that I'm worried about. Alas, I am confident Sh'torek will live. Somehow. :P Level 2 changes will be up posthaste - being a wee bit indecisive on my feat.
Yes, welcome! Two oracles, huh? Just no prophesies, for the love of the gods.
Yay! Just fishing for some advice, but should I take Improved Unarmed Strike, or just hold onto the brass knuckles? Either way I'm punching things, but I can't make up my mind on how to proceed.
Boldwin is more than happy to spend time in the kitchen again, even with Kroop drunk. Anything to get away from the other crew members. Usually he wouldn't pass up a chance to punch in someone's nose, but even he could tell that something was up. Day 17
Day 18
Four has been a cozy little number, but I would not mind having a "dedicated" healer as Javell suggested. We did lose out on our divine caster, after all.
Day 15
Boldwin is more than happy to share a drink with Kroop, who turns out to be not so bad when he is sober. He shows genuine interest in Kroop's stories, for a moment remembering the times he used to spend back at port. The dwarf lays it on a bit thick with the flattery this time around, trying again to curry the cook's favor.
Day 16
The previous day was fun, but leaves Kroop dead drunk. Luckily, Boldwin does really need his help this time around.
Again, Boldwin makes it about ten feet before falling into the water.
It's frustrating, but it does seem like an appropriate way of making us identify with our own characters. I might be romanticizing it a little, but hey. They must be hating this with a burning passion.
Boldwin is able to climb out about ten feet on his second attempt, holding on even when a bottle breaks against his shoulder. Nonetheless, he ends up losing his balance and falling into the water again.
Once again he swims back to the boat, unammused.
Boldwin merely nods to the captain in gratitude, knowing better than to speak to him directly. The brass knuckles and armor had been all he really needed up to that point, but it was nice to have his belongings back. Day 12 & 13:
The two days go on without a hitch, even when Kroop is drunk out of his mind.
Boldwin makes it about five feet before falling into the water with a loud splash. Muttering about how much he hates ropes, the dwarf swims back to the boat, fully expecting to get beaten again. "Well there goes my streak o' decent days..."
Boldwin groans, feeling sluggish despite his unsubstantial wound being healed. As he pulls the strange creature's corpse off himself, he looks down on it, frowning thoughtfully. Figuring that he didn't want to return to the ship empty-handed, he grabs the two dead creatures by their tails and heads on back with the others.
Boldwin grunts as he is struck by the creature's glancing blow, but is surprised to find himself grappled by it. Nonetheless, he makes no attempt to break its hold on him, instead swinging away at it.
Weaving away from the monster in spite of his disadvantage, Boldwin draws his brass knuckles and retaliates with a punch.
"'ey Kroop, where didya to cook anyway... when ya... ah, f@!% it."
"Ah, bloody f@@@in' 'ell," Boldwin says through grit teeth as he is whipped. The sixth lash knocks him out cold; it was a good thing he had planned on going to sleep early anyway. Things appear to go back to "normal" the next day. Boldwin jabs at a leatherback with a harpoon, imagining that it is Mr. Plugg's head he is poking at. The method seems to garner some results, if not only barely.
That night Boldwin tries to strike up a conversation with a fellow crewmember, perhaps bonding over mutual misery. Almost at random, he picks out the rat-faced halfling. "Ye ever been through a worse storm on this heap?"
Having half-expected to be beaten bloody for his failure, Boldwin is more than a little relieved that everyone else seems to be too tired to care. Seeing the state Ambrose is in serves to tell him how lucky he had been to survive his own falls with only minor injuries. Almost certain that the tiefling would bleed to death, Sandara's arrival is like a godsend. With their sorry states more or less sorted out, Boldwin nods to her in thanks, his lingering doubts numbed by gratitude. A while later, when the rain finally ends, he smiles crookedly. "Storm's let up. Maybe they'll let us catch a wink now." No such luck. Boldwin grumbles to Rosie in disdain during their short breakfast, his ego by then more bruised than his body.
Even with his arms and fingers still sore from all the climbing, preparing the pig proves to be a relatively easy task. Kroop's sobriety proves to be more of a godsend than even Miss Quinn. The dwarf is able to catch a break, sticking around to keep an eye on things, but otherwise leaving most of the work to the ship's expert. When the day's work is done, Boldwin does not hesitate to hit the hay.
Ah, all right. I get the impression that this part of the AP is really supposed to kick our asses. Seriously though - why didn't I put a rank into Climb? :P
First Attempt: Second Attempt: Third Attempt:
Three times does Boldwin attempt to fulfill his duty, tackling the ropes again and again. However, both the storm and long work hours seem to have taken their toll on the dwarf. His arms sore and his vision bleary, he does not come even close to finishing the long climb. Three times he falls from above and hits the deck, only miraculously surviving his injuries. In spite of his stubbornness, he is only battered and bloodied. After the third fall he simply feigns unconsciousness on the deck, preferring the whip over another disastrous climb.
I'm here. Asked a question in the other thread pertinent to my next post; it had a bunch of rolls in it and I wanted to make sure I wasn't doing something wrong.
|