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"Certainly beats having enemies, that's for sure." Krusk looks around. "How long do we get for dinner on this tub? Wouldn't want Scourge to come looking for us."
"Kelar." he replies with a nod.
"Well, if you're that eager to be off, I imagine you can arrange that easily enough. Though I'd be a bit annoyed at having wasted those herbs if you did." Kelar says, in a jesting tone.
"A pleasure. Especially nice to see a friendly face here." After a pause, he adds, "So, if I may ask - why did you help the unlucky Magpie?"
Kelar greets the woman with a nod. "Way I see it, the man survived a keelhauling. Only way that happens is if the ocean wants him alive for some reason." He grins. "Or at least wants him dead somewhere else. Either way, I never heard of a ship that fared well by ignoring the ocean." He stands, and offers the newcomer his seat. "Name's Kelar. What's yours?"
Kelar steps forward. "I can try a few things. Darvan, lend a hand?" He pulls out a few types of herbs, tears a few improvised bandages from his clothes, and sets to work.
An hour later, Magpie regains consciousness.
Kelar tries not to draw further attention, waiting to see how things will play out... But he does move towards his brothers, positioned to cover Darvan's flank if things get uglier.
Kelar takes advantage of Rath's distraction and, with a few gestures and a brief incantation, casts a spell to keep Jack's wounds from worsening. He checks a few hidden pockets where he's stashed a few herbs and makes his way forward, preparing to offer more mundane assistance if no other healer is on board.
During the day Kelar raises his arms, hands open. "Gotcha. I'll keep my tusks clean." After a moment, he adds, "Sorry we got off on the wrong foot here. I'm Kelar."
Dusk
During the day Kelar lowers his head slightly. "Because I haven't actually done anything - just wanted to see how well supplied my new home was. Because the deck's already so clean it shines. And... because i somehow doubt you're any more excited to be here than I am."
Diplomacy if needed.: [ooc] Heh. Hope that's not needed.
Kelar whirls around, and offers a toothy smile. "I needed another holystone, and couldn't find Scrimshaw. Any idea where I'd find one? "
previous, for reference:
While he works, Kelar steals what glances he can into the hold, keeps an eye on the ship's bearing and speed, and tries to figure out their location and possible destinations.
Kelar asks around until he figures out who Scrimshaw is, then sets to his assigned task. As he does, he tries to chat with Scrimshaw, asking how long he's been aboard, how the ship's been faring lately, and so forth.
Kelar grunts. "I know my way around a little. Won't taste good, necessarily, but won't make you sick." Gormak's the one who can really cook. I'll let him speak up if he wants to, though.
Kelar takes a running leap at the rigging, and scurries up quickly.
Kelar listens to the Captain's speech, while looking around the horizon, trying to determine where they might be, and wishing he could get this taste out of his mouth.
"Oh, sure, you can try to crew a ship with pressers. It might even work, for a little while. Sooner or later, though, it'll end badly. You'll get an adept, and suddenly there's holes in your hull, or everything's on fire. Or worse, a bard, and two days out your entire crew turns on you. It's just not sustainable." Kelar recalls what their mother had to say, and heads out onto the deck, offering a menacing grin to the lead pirate as he goes.
Kelar growls at the man as he tries to shake the fog from his head. He raises slowly to his feet as he looks around, and gradually figures out where they must be. After a few moments, he glares at the speaker and replies "What? Harrigan? Never heard of her. Least ye could do is tell us the name of this tub ye've drug us to." He continues glaring at the pirates as he stretches, stalling and waiting for his brothers to rise.
Not sure we've got a whole lot left to do. We've got a party concept, character sheets... Are you looking for more individual detail before starting?
I'm good with growing up locally. As for the rest... I don't feel strongly about birth order. It might be fun if our parents had wildly different opinions on piracy - could be a good source of sibling tension. Say, Dad objected (he'd gotten a nasty scar when his merchant ship was boarded long ago), but Mom was fine with it /was actually an ex-pirate?
Alright, think I've got the crunch all done.
Here's my alias. Still got a few more things that need work, most notably the animal companion. |