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8 posts. Alias of McChampionpants.


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"oh i'm sure I can handle some creatures, monsters, and obstacles. The is a force of nature, heck it is nature, and not so easily persuaded not to drown you." He grumbles out to the man he thought was being a smart ass.


Jim puts a hand to his stomach feeling uneasy, and yells at one of the crewmen "Oi! what the hell is this thing doing turning about like it is? Can't you do something about this?


Jim manages to catch himself with a sigh, and then a spattering of curses linger in the air as he grabs the edge of the ship to keep himself stable. "I hate this boat i hate this boat. If I don't die i'm never steppin' on a boat again"


Jim attempts to stay on his feet
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (4) + 13 = 17


What is going on on the upper portion of the boat? top deck? what did that idiot captain call it? He scrapes the chair loudly to the wall of the boat, and stands up. He walks with a hand pressed against the wall to see what's going on. Rustret tries to avoid looking at the sea surrounding him, and focus's on what's going on around him.


"Sea Madness? I'm mad at the sea alright" He chuckles and then it grows into to a laugh as he thinks about his dumb comment


Jim rocks in a chair in as center the boat as he can. He clearly looks uncomfortable being out at sea, and is holding a simple grey polished stone in his hand. He occasionally fiddles with it and holding to his brow even. "Dwarves weren't meant for the sea dammit I can barely keep anything down, and the these wooden planks don't substitute for the real ground in the slightest." He mutters out


"Well we looks like we're gonna have'ta get our shoes dirty to get things done"