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Scene: Bron and Beorn You fortunately are not thrust into any more conflict with the guards and caravan master during the evening, but you both slept lightly just in case. Before dawn the camp stirs.
With that everyone in the camp begins to hustle to get moving again. There is excitement in the air...IT'S EXECUTION DAY!
Beorn the Divine and Bron Rilon Beorn and Bron you are travelling with the first southern caravan heading from Vellumis, Lastwall to Fentonville, Nimathas. The snows have finally melted and the ground has firmed up enough to hold the teams of oxen, mules and horses that pull an assortment of wagons and carts. It's been a slow and uneventful 8 day journey, except for a few roudy insults and fights that have broken out during the evening hours amonst the members of the caravan. Beorn the Divine:
Beorn you've noticed several insults mumbled towards you over the last couple evenings. Those comments have been made towards your half-orc heritage. You've notice two guards (humans) who seem to be causing the unrest within the caravan. Bron the Rilon:
It's two hours before sunset and you are on perimeter patrol when you notice a piece of parchement tumbling towards you. It's two hours before sunset and the caravan master calls for Caravan to stop for the evening.
"Dammit y'hit hard." the quartermaster mumbles once his eyes open. Dugan gins and offers a hand to help him up. "Let me buy you drink."
"Well this chap Dugan is a straight up guy - a pro - had a drink wit 'im this afternoon." He thinks about the magic. "can't do anything that would hurt 'im" He shakes off the suggestion of using divine magic this fight as he looks at the men on the cross. Then he scrunches his face. "Now I may need some healing when it's ov'r."
Spank henk, let the girls flank Henk, yank Henk. I like the rhyme.
"I can take a hit or two," the quartermaster proudly announces, "but wouldn't last two rounds with either of the top candidates." You notice he is drinking water. "But still the coins good, and there is nothing like the crowd cheering it's like lightning." He flexes his square jaw a bit and rubs it with his hand. "I'm fighting Dugan...good fighter, skilled, and local favorite. I wouldn't put "all" your coin on my Atri."
"I'll take y'up on that drink at the Broken Skulls Tavern this evening." the quartermaster tells the elf. "I like the prizefight'n there."
Henk, Thalios and two otehr crew members frantically work the bilge pump. "We'll git ya the time damnit, just work.
"Captain we need 'elp down 'ere." The cry from the bilge echoes. By the time aid gets to the bilge the water is chest high and well over the Captain's head.
"Elf wit me to the bilge."
The quartermaster slaps the back of the elf, "Yer a good man, perhaps a tankard or two a the Broken Skulls Tavern in the Brawd district or the Run Aground Tavern in the Tide district." He spits into the water. "the first is a bit rough though, the second is for the downtrodden but the owner, Falgor Finney, runs a good shop."
The evening winds down and the Henk comes up to Adriel and Darius, "Y'two 'ave the night shift along with Hachet. Be wary...dangerous parts these are.
The quartermaster approaches Sath, "'bout four days out of the port. Saw you swim the other day, best not do that when in Kai's Bay, lots of sharks."
Before henk walks off to get cleaned up he claps Adriel's shoulder, "Elf were gonna git drunk...proud t'have ya at me side in battle."
Assuming nobody dawdles on the Sea Bear everyone gets aboard safely and they resume their normal state of mind. Henk simply nods at each of you and claps each person's shoulder. What happened aboard that ship, stays on that ship.
Henk went inside the pilot's house to grab the cutlass off the floor and the dead captain. "Let's carry 'im to Mother's Blessing and strip 'em." Adriel will help out with carrying the captain.
Henk appears at the door dragging the dead captain by the boot, there a cutlass slide into Henk's belt. "He's got nice stuff on." Adriel will lend a hand.
"Someone give me a hand!" The quartermaster yells form the pilot house.
Henk gets up and heads to the pilot house.
Rd 7: Henk releases his heavy pick and draws his serrated dagger and hacks at the the totem, ; "Elf it ain't time t'di" He swings narrowly missing.
RD 6 Henk Smashing at the totem again. ;
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RD 5: Henk Henk's mightly pick blow misses ; 'Stay still"
RD 4: henk henk double moves to C: 6 to get in flanking position. "Damn things gonna be hard as rock wit our blades."
"I could use it." Henk has a couple nasty wounds. "gotta be others...keep seeing flashes of flame out on deck."
RD 3 Henk The quartermaster chops down with his heavy pick, ; confirm crit:
the undead crumples under Henk's mighty blow.
RD 2: henk "Trouble!" The quartermaster tries ot plant his heavy pick in the skull, ; "Bastard!"
RD 1: Henk moved to the pilot house which was a double move. He takes the hit but yells out, "We're under attack! To arms, to arms in the pilot house."
"Ain't no voting...capt wants answers, capt gets answers." he grunts, 'b'sides can't be much left to find."
"Did you all clear out the back of the boat? Anything useful or any answers found about the crew." Remember vision is limited to 5 ft because of the fog. "Aye, we need off this blasted cursed ship but we have a job to do first...it hasn't been completely searched. Let's finish with that room you just kilt that thing in."
A damn music box would be less sassy.
Elf step back where you were maybe it'll come out and we can crush it between us."
Henk looks at Adriel, "You first, I'm right behind you. Kill that thing for good."
Henk will grab the daggers and shove them in his belt. "Let's move...creepy 'nuf in 'ere."
The weapons are not magical Astri. Henk breathes a sigh of relief when no undead sprung out. "Aye, Capt's quart'rs and the udder doors need openin'" He looks at elf and thumbs for him to lead the way. "We passed a door next to the wets room." the entire hall is think with fog limiting sight to 5 foot radius, "damn seafog...think as soup."
RD 12 Henk readies his pick to strike when the cabinet Astri has her ear pressed to is opened.
RD 11: Henk With determination the burly fighter hacks at the zombie with his light pick, ; The pick hits with so much force it tears through the creature's spine as it drops motionless to the ground. Henk snorts and hacks up some thick phlegm and spits it out on the body. "'bout f**k'n time."
RD 10: Henk The experienced fighter squares up and attacks the zombie feeling the the emotion of the bard's song, ; The pick hits hard but the zombie presses on.
"Where the 'ell ye think I can go?"
RD 9 Henk Henk attacks the zombie with the light pick, ; The pick bites hard but the headless zombie presses onward.
RD 8: Henk already acted but he comments. "Ah...shyte."
"You need f're t' kill black curdle at th' roots. Uddertwise, it'll just pop up in udder parts." The big man hacks up a lugy and spits the black phlegm out.
RD 6: Henk The big man looks at the door (L,3) where Astri is located and he turns the nob, nodding to Astri to enter first. He pushes the door open. By the way the fog is in this hallway you all are in and you can only see 5 feet radius and darkvision is now useless. Although Astri can see inside the room since the fog has not creep there yet. Astri only until others move to the area:
A few casks of water and grog are stacked along the wall in this cramped little chamber, one lays broken in splinters on the floor, and a large clay cistern stands at the room’s center. The room smells rank like curdled ale and the walls here are patched with dark spots where fungus has taken hold. "check it out."
Henk blinks stupidly at Adriel as he tries to piece together how the elf ended up past him. "H..h..how'd you git past me?" he scratches his groin. "Lots of doors to check out...fog's soaking in though stay close this time."
RD 5: Team Henk The big man moves forward to look around the area. He can see the mast post firmly in place. "Damn elf...up an ran on us Astri. Several more door and looks like a hallway down here. Lots of doors." He sighs clearing feeling the daunting task.
henk pulls himself up and glances as the normal looking step, "Must've slipped." he grumbles. "Where's th'elf"
"Tricky step...careful, I missed it."
"Elf git up 'ere we got stairs and we are movin' down." Henk then proceeds to move down the stairs. There is a loud thud as the man falls down the steps.
Astri:
You started to become paranoid but from your point of view the totem is beautiful and needs to be preserved. You certainly would not want any harm to befall such a wonderful piece of art. Astri follows Henk the small room contains the pilots wheel and the room is in shambles. There are a few blood stained papers but no usable charts or log books. Something terrible happened here that is obvious. There are stairs leading below deck. Henk is careful when looking at the papers, he hands a couple to you, "Any useful words on these?
RD 2: Henk The man shakes his head and mumbles, "Ye sorry arses git movin'" With that he walks over to the other side of the ship. "Got stairs here...mark it, but want to check out the bow." He glances around, "Stay wit yer team!" He furry directed at Adriel.
"Move it!"
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