Erevan wrote: "Tis, alright goodman" Erevan says, "Mayhaps we can use your Henricks' stout back to ensure that I am retrieved successfully from my maritime adventure? Tie me up with one rope, I'll tie the other to the man on the piling and Henrick cand drag the two of us to saftey!! What say you?? "Aye"! "Sounds like that might work".
"Well now we might not need to get Henrick all stuck up in the mud". "I've got some more rope in the cart here somewhere", Gottfried says turning to pick up a heavy sack from the cart. Gottfried had been in the process of hitching his ox to the cart, but seeing the obvious distress on the bank, and having no real reason not to help, approaches the bank with his ox, and his 20-yds of rope. "What's the plan". "cough,cough...hack,hack".
Slowly rising to his feet, Gottfried checks his bruised, and bludgeoned body to see if anything is seriously hurt. He seems to be OK, so he takes a stock of his situation, just as he sees the crew members come down and extract the plague ridden couple. Well now that they're gone, I might as well wait down here until they come to get Heinrick out of the hold. He walks over to the gentle giant, and rubs his head on his favorite spot, while watching Hanna tug on the blankets of the departing group. "Here Hanna". "Let them be". He then waits with the Ox to make sure he is one of the first offloaded. Hopefully my cart is still OK on the deck. Maybe I should go up and tie Hanna off to guard it.
1d100 ⇒ 41 Toughness (31) 1d100 ⇒ 91 Strength (31) With a quick curse in his mother's native Kisletvian, Gottfried attempts to be the first to get a breath of fresh air. "Common Hannah". "Out"! And as he pushes at the hatch, a cough wracks his body, and in his weakness he loses his balance, and tumbles into the nasty water at the foot of the hatch. |