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Mel made a mental note of all the things Sandra was saying, the people - the places. Mapping it out...ten meters and one right...eight and a half minutes down and across...

Upon the Stitchman making his semi-melodramatic entrance and subsequent exit, Mel shuddered to think what would it would be like to be taught by that thing in the danger of closed doors. Perhaps she would want to avoid having to go to the infirmary...

Unless that cute little apprentice would fix me up. She smirked at the thought.

She sighed and resigned herself to try to temper her thoughts. She turned her thoughts these "funtivities". These guys have a different idea of fun than us...and it can't mean anything good. Churning morbid thought after morbid thought around in her head she concluded, I have no idea what could possibly be waiting for us

"Yay, fun!" she replied sarcastically after he'd gone and sighed while turning herself to the deck and trying to brace herself for what she might see.

"Aye, Aye ma'am" Mel mumbled. She was just eager to get a move on and what ever it would take to be reunited with her missing effects. She missed her hammer, she missed clothes that didn't look like they'd been taken off the half dead.

They did take over this ship....maybe... She picked disdainfully at her rags, thoughts welling up.

Shuddering she asked, "When will we be getting our effects back? Or at least the semblance of real clothing? I feel naked in more than one way in this state."

Emelyne's eyes cooled to jet black. Foolish girl, of course they wouldn't want us to move water from one side to the other. Should have seen that coming.

She pushed the auburn hair out of her eyes after she climbed up the ladder. She could feel the wind on her face and smell the sweet sea air. It was nice to be out of the "bilges". She looked at her new comrades, those in the hold with her. What appeared to be Two humans, what seemed to be a half elf, a fairy type creature and a dragon.

Huh.

She was grateful for her more human like appearance. Auburn hair like her mother, her ears pointed could pass for elf if she could bluff her way out of it, and few things that spoke of her tiefling father. The only traits she had were tiny horns, mostly hidden by her curls, only seen if really looking for them, and her eyes if she ever got overcome with her emotions.

Emelyne chuckles at Tim's enthusiasm. "I'm Emelyne by the way." Grabbing a bucket to start doing some work "My friends call me Mel"

fortitude: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
strength1: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
strength2: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
strength3: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
strength4: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
strength5: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Emelyne glared at Zarrus. "He's just trying to survive, the opinions of blunt speaking buffoons are not necessarily a key part of that survival. Better to be a kiss ass and alive..."
She swept her hand towards the dead orc. "...Than a mouthy buffoon turned dead."
Her eyes burned like coals, deep red now rising with her emotions. She closed them to take a breath to calm herself. She could feel the darkness edging in on her thoughts waiting for her to call on it. She pushed it aside.
"Our best bet is to stick together. Working together has a better chance than ending up dead at the hands of our great new benefactor. Or perhaps you like to serve your tenure as a slave in the bilges. Or as his cabin mate..." she drifted off.

Emelyne could feel the cold tendrils of fear creeping along her spine. She closed her eyes for the briefest of moments, assessing her situation. The chains clinked as her hands trembled.

No

She would not die in a cage like an animal. She steeled her hands, clenching them into fists, no more trembling. Her eyes glowed like dull embers, red like her father's. She stared ahead, meeting her captors' gaze.

Emelyne blinks to adjust to the dark hold, dank air heavy with the scent of salt and bodies. The gentle rocking of the hold tells her how true their statements were. A ship. And kidnapped. Steeling herself she could feel the weight of the manacles digging into her skin. She plants one foot first into the planks beneath her, feeling them give ever so slightly, then the other foot. Slowly she pulled her body straight up, standing and staring simply ahead.

Things that we discussed for clarifications sake:

- our style of writing our posts doesn't have to be long
-Bold text dictates speech
-regular text denotes our actions
-italics represent our inner thoughts. Inner thoughts can also be put in spoilers or pm'd to GM
-if you choose to interject you can write it as such.
ex: he says don't scoff you can write that you scoffed during that time.

STORY CLARIFICATION:

-The chains are so heavy they are basically weighing you down, very few of us, if any are able to stand because of the overbearing weight. We are basically being forced to our knees

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