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Hi all! It looks like Keddah hasn't posted to the boards in over 30 days, so for the time being I'm considering this game abandoned and won't be paying much attention to it. If Keddah or someone else decides to revive the game, please PM me if you'd like me to join back in. Thanks!
Once he's had his fill of the bracing weather, Calamys returns below decks, sopping wet, where he joins Khaz and Will. "You're both missing the most wonderful storm!" He stumbles into a bulkhead at a sudden rocking of the ship and clumsily slides down into a sitting position, a smile on his face. "How are things down here?"
Apologies for the slow spot :( I'll have a post up in 12 hours.
Calamys watches the angry sky and sea, impressed by the magnitude of nature's fury. He'd always liked a good storm, and would often stare out across the water from the windows of Candlekeep to watch them as he did now from the deck of the Unsinking Mermaid. Amazing!
Congratulations, Mazhir! I hope you like the new job!
Once he's done "overseeing" the repair of the ship's hull, Calamys joins the others on deck. He pulls his cloak close against the rising storm, though he seems more worried about protecting his book-stuffed satchel than himself. "Unfortunately I'd have to advise that someone - preferably several someones - stay on watch through the storm! These sahuagin are strong swimmers, and if there's more of them bent on retrieving that case they may not be deterred by the weather," he shouts against the wind. "Of course I don't mean to overstep my bounds, Captain - it's your ship." Looking up at the angry sky, he wipes raindrops from his spectacles. "It promises to be an exciting ride regardless!"
Hmm... mending targets "one object of up to 1 lb./level"... just sayin' is all.
"Well, I suppose I could try, sir dwarf... I'm not a shipwright, but I have read a fairly detailed memoir of one, and believe I can effectively supervise mundane repairs. Furthermore, so long as none of the pieces of have washed away, I can mend the original timbers with a bit of magic." Calamys begins searching the floor for pieces of timber, trying to fit them back into place and hold them there with castings of his mending orison.
Looking up from his inspection at the captain's arrival, the scholar seems a bit put out by the man's request to dispose of the bodies, but stands up and moves aside all the same. It's his boat, after all. He nods in agreement with Garborn's evaluation of the sahuagins' behavior. "Their leader especially seemed intent on retrieving that specific box, searching through the other cargo to find it." He indicates the remains of the fearsome four-armed mutant. "Though perhaps rather than planning to intercept that specific case aboard this specific vessel, it might instead contain something which drew them to it, as moths to a flame?"
"Անհավատալի! Just incredible!" Calamys says in mild awe, his speech shifting back to Common in mid-sentence. The scholarly fellow sits down on a nearby barrel in a bit of a daze, blathering on while the seasoned combatants go about assessing the situation. "I've seen a scuffle or two before, but you're all really most impressive - well done!" He gazes down at his blood-stained garments, giving them a sniff and making a face. "Interesting; their blood smells little better than they do..." he mutters to himself as he begins to ineffectually dab at his shirt with a handkerchief. "Does it possess some chemical necessary to their survival, perhaps a more efficient coagulant to combat their aquatic environment? Or is it merely a byproduct of their diet?" Now apparently oblivious to his new shipmates, Calamys stoops down next to a bisected sahuagin corpse to inspect its anatomy, squatting unconcerned amidst the offal. "Most peculiar..."
Calamys winces as the remaining creature takes a literal bite out of Mazhir, but he sees no safe way to get within reach of the man. Little good I'll do if I'm skewered and eaten! Instead he stays at the sides of Garborn and Laijiri, ready to give aid if needed.
No worries, Keddah. I hope all turns out well for the family.
I will be traveling from tomorrow night through Sunday night and am unlikely to post during this time; please bot me as needed.
Calamys nods in appreciation of Garborn's efficacy in dealing with the sahuagins. I wonder if all Nimbran wizards are skilled at the sword as well? With one sahuagin remaining, he stays on his guard and ready to heal if necessary.
The scholarly traveler quickly recovers himself. Seeing that Garborn's wounds are minor and his enthusiasm undiminished, he looks to the pugilistic woman, noting her wounds. Calling on his powers, he reaches out to touch her wounds. "Խնդրում եմ, թույլ տվեք օգնել ձեզ."
Celestial:
"Madam, please allow me to assist you."
Calamys's jaw drops as the Nimbran's sword chops through the torso of the sextuple-limbed Carcharadon erectus, sending a spray of blood spattering his face and clothes. He'd seen strange creatures and combat before, of course, but never this close - and certainly never as a participant! Thank Deneir's quill that these fine folk were on board, else my own tale would have likely been cut short!
Calamys again comes to Garborn's aid as the man is subjected to an ever-increasing barrage of attacks. Oh my - when the texts said that sahuagin were ornery, they didn't do them justice!
Seeing Garborn take a trident to the leg, Calamys is ready with assistance, hurriedly intoning a few mystic syllables before reaching out to the Nimbran.
Seeing the four-armed sahuagin purposefully searching through the cargo, Calamys calls to Garborn as the man engages the two lesser fishfolk, then follows close behind him. "Ահա հոն - նրանք այստեղ այդ վանդակում! Մոռացեք, որ զինվորներին, դադարեցնել իրենց թագավորին!"
Celestial:
"Look there - they're here for that crate! Forget the pawns, stop their king!" The scholar is happily surprised when Mazhir suddenly appears mid-lunge in striking the presumed leader of the sahuagin with his spear. "Ես տեսնում եմ, դուք բոլորդ պետք բաներ ձեռքին. Լավ խաղաց!"
Celestial:
"Ah! I see you all have things in hand. Well played!"
Hearing (but not understanding) Garborn's shouts from below and seeing the last sahuagin on deck seemingly incapacitated, Calamys decides to head belowdecks to see if he can provide any aid to the Nimbran.
Calamys watches wide-eyed as the remaining passengers erupt into magical displays and well-practiced violence. He stands his ground behind the dwarf, but is ready to move up and assist anyone who becomes wounded in the fray.
"Sahuagins!" Calamys shouts, pointing at the aquatic intruders. "They're sahuagins! They're... they're... " he stumbles over his words, then finishes in a different language - "Անհոգ եւ զայրացած!"
Celestial:
"Careless and angry!" Excited at this turn of events but not sure quite what to do, the parchment peddler looks back and forth between the sahuagins and the crew. The dwarf's arrow shot pushes him to action, and he crosses the deck to stand behind the archer, ready to help if he suffers retaliation.
Calamys squints at the fish-men and adjusts his glasses with one hand while steadying himself on the ship's rail with the other. What have we here?
Garborn:
Calamys pulls up a crate as invited. "I apologize if any of my questions seem rude, but I've only read second and third hand accounts of your native land, so I'm bound to be quite misinformed. First and foremost: does your cavalry really ride flying horses?" The bookish man listens with interest to Garborn's reply. "I see! And is the island ruled by arch-liches? Is it true it's illegal to dream there - and if so, how do the authorities know if you've done it? Are priests eaten on all major holidays, or only on the solstices? Are there talking cats? What about..."
At the captain's outburst, Calamys looks around curiously. "Is there something amiss?" he asks no one in particular as he peers at sea and sky.
"Gheldaneth, in... Mulhorand? And Nimbral? The Nimbral?" Calamys looks up at the muscular warrior in unabashed awe. "Captain, thank you for waiting indeed!" As the voyage gets underway, Calamys begins to politely but incessantly question Garborn about himself and his homeland, listening with great interest to any responses. Rolls:
A young man comes running down the pier in disarray, shirt open, boots unlaced, and clutching at his haphazardly slung pack and satchel. "Captain!" he shouts, attempting to wave without dropping anything, "Captain! Don't leave - I'm here! I'm here!" He stumbles up the gangplank and comes to a breathless halt in front of Nasir, doubled over and panting. "I'm... I'm here." Once he recovers his breath he smiles sheepishly at the Captain and his companion. "Apologies, captain; I fear I overslept. Too late a night discussing the diurnal habits of the Chondalwood short-eared owl - well, really the attempts to observe such habits, what with having to be on the lookout for walking trees, angry centaurs, murderous satyrs, and the like. Fascinating stuff. I'm sure you understand." He adjusts his pack and satchel, then holds out his hand to the stranger. "Greetings, friend. Calamys of Candlekeep, at your service!"
Here is my submission: Calamys, a scribe of Candlekeep who has recently taken up residence in Baldur's Gate - see profile for details. I've left his background brief due to his level and to keep it open for any DM suggestions. I also have yet to purchase equipment, which I shall update sometime this weekend - I would imagine it will be heavy on ink and parchment. I have taken the spell karmic blessing, which is denoted as being originally intended as a Samsaran spell, and if it's objectionable I will gladly switch it out for another; I thought its mechanics would flavor nicely as divinely inspired knowledge.
Blimey - take a butcher's at that! Seems da doctor wasn't one ter keep a tidy cellar! |
